#That Dom!brow... Hmmm

[scruus]

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✎ sub afab howl + dom gn amab reader notes: edging, vibrator, rope binding and blindfold, begging, rough sex, degradation, tummy bulge, mean reader, howl is possessive; part 2 of this fic.

lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ you put a spell on me - austin giorgio

Howl’s legs thrashed against the mattress, body writhing against the covers and desperate sobs turned to screams as you snatched away another orgasm from reaching him.

The pink vibrator which was covered with his dripping slick and fluids was pulled inches away from his trembling hole. Clit so red and puffy, so neglected and almost numb because of the repeated orgasm denials. Nerves on fire as his thighs quaked from the rejection.

“Oh god! please let me cum”, he cried, hands clenching into fists which rattled against the headboard, trying to overpower the ropes binding him. He couldn’t. You had laid a spell on them and they wouldn’t untie unless you said so.

Howl knew that, obviously. He was the greatest wizard of the empire! He knew all your tricks. But there was an unspoken rule between the two of you in situations like these. He will submit or you shall make him.

“You s-said you would let me!!”, needy wails so loud everyone could hear it within a few metres of your apartment. Surely, the couple next door won’t come knocking the next morning.

Your fingers trailed down his chest, dancing in rhythm and humming along to his pleas. Such heavenly music.

Slowly, they would circle around his puffy nipples and flick it. However you weren’t entirely mean! Oh no no! You would brush out the hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, or just lean over and press kisses on his quivering lips that were covered in saliva. An act of mercy maybe?

The blindfold was only preventing howl from seeing your face but every touch lingering on his body was enough to tell him of the expression. Grinning, eyes laced with a sadism only he could ever be a witness to. Something playful yet sinister. And fuck did that make his already aching clit throb!

“Aww look howl, the cloth is all wet!”, you mumbled, tracing a line along the blindfold, brows furrowing up.

“Its soaked with your pretty tears”, pouting you wiped the few droplets that were still trickling down his cheeks, a result of the consequent edging that was slowly pushing him to the tip, “-that won’t do”, you shake your head.

With shuddering breaths, “p-please i want your cock please~”, he pleaded, trying to get you to finally give in. To let him feel you buried in his warm walls after being such a good boy. Its been so long now, his entire body was furious. His insides burning with a frustrated desire you just wont allow.

“hmmm…”, you nodded, slipping your hands behind his luscious head of hair and untied the fabric with the spell, ignoring the drowsy smile tugging on his lips. Howl’s eyelashes fluttered, looking up to you seated in between his wet thighs. Shirt discarded on the floor so you could feel his stare run down your abs.

Ocean eyes trying to study smiling lips and that cocked eyebrow of yours.

His unfocused gaze lingered down to your crotch and he licked his lips, salivating. Your pants were hardly able to conceal how fucking hard you were. It looked like your shaft would rip out into the open any minute now. As if you were under the restraint of that fabric.

Chuckling softly, you unbuckled your belt and zipped down your pants. Look at how he eyes it, you squint, so eager. Reaching inside your briefs, you took your hard cock out and hissed feeling your warm hand enclosing around it.

Breathing in a whiny moan, howl’s legs closed in on one another, maybe in an attempt to rub himself. The heat was spreading under his skin and prickly bumps adorned his limbs. You didn’t even touch him yet he could feel it all. All of you. Deep in his bones.

Your leaking dick looked the prettiest in howl’s manicured, prim and proper hands but right now it was getting catered by your own. Throbbing and pulsing so much, howl could count each vein popping out along the length. His heart pounds against his chest, yearning hole clamping on nothingness.

Did you get huge suddenly? because for some reason your cock looked a bit more bigger than usual. Was it a spell? Or was howl just way beyond horny, in a realm of pure lust?

“ohhh…”, howl whined, as the thought of you stretching his cunt out, burned into his marvellous mind. All those times when you were trying to just accommodate your thick tip in at first, gently, afraid of hurting him. And then slowly pushing it all the way in until his blurry vision could see stars.

“shhh…you’ll get it if you’re a good boy”, you moaned. stroking your length up and down as pearls of pre cum dripped down on howl’s thighs. Your eyes run over his pussy lips, peeking at you and the swollen pink nub begging for attention.

Well as much as howl wanted to drool all over that fat fucking cock and take it all down his throat until he chokes on it, it was a plan for another day. For now, he just wants that hot thing ramming inside of his empty dripping cunt and his hands clinging on to you until your chest and back were decorated with pretty marks. A practice of showing everybody who (y/n) belongs to.

“daddy…untie - please”, he asked, sniffling his whimpers in and biting his bottom lip. Ah! The signature puppy look. The hidden ace up his sleeve which you can never turn away from. Come on now, he is your baby. Your perfect boyfriend. The love of your life. Doe eyes which were covered with a glassy sheen, trying to pull you in a hypnotic maze. Naive and innocent.

You will listen to him right?

You laughed, hands coming down to grip his thighs and harshly pushing them wide apart, “oh no no love, you’re not getting to touch me”, his folds being parted by your fingers while your thumb dragged across slit.

His eyes widened, lips parting in surprise, what?, a shaky breath leaving them.

“no…no no no why? whyyy??”, he cried. His arms trying to move and flail around, reaching out for you through the tied ropes, but failing to do more so than just a few jerks. He wants to touch you so bad. He wants to have your body rubbing against his. His hands scratch down your back while you kiss his lips.

“fuck wh-“, you smacked your palm across his cunt, sending jolts of pain. Howl choked out a garbled moan at the impact, head jerking back.

Did you just spank his cunt?! You never did that before!

“Shut the fuck up bitch”, you spat as your palm slapped his clit again, the other pushing his leg down and refusing to let them close in on reflex to the stinging pain. “You think I would listen to you after you were fingering yourself out in the living room like some slut?”, another smack. Howl’s cries upped a pitch as his hips stuttered, tingles firing up in his poor bud.

Fuck it felt so good when you degraded him and roughed up his dripping pussy like the dirty whore he was. His face was a flaring red, eyes all hazy and prickling with a new set of ready-to-spill tears.

“What if my friends had come in with me? huh?”, you scowled, getting annoyed at the thought, “but lets be real, you would have actually liked that wouldn’t you howl?”

Howl nods in response, those glassy tears streaming down his rosy cheeks while his chest heaves up and down. His pulsing hole getting wetter with each passing second and his mind, a foggy mess.

“Would have liked to be fucked by your daddy in front of everyone and bred like a greedy cockwhore? wouldn’t you?”. Oh shit. Shit shit shit. You were breaking his mind now.

You slipped the tip of your cock against his pretty folds, sliding it up and down between his pussy lips and wincing in pleasure. Howl lets out a relieved moan, drawn out and debauched, when he finally can feel your dick flat against his hungry cunt. His hips were trying to buck up but your arm was keeping them down. Whimpers getting more desperate and excited.

“in..in..in…put it in”, he babbled, wriggling against the ropes trying to get further friction on his swollen bud with the help of your dick. He whimpered in pain, eyes shutting close when you slapped his thigh, “again? didn’t i tell you to shut up?”.

Nodding and muttering sobbing sorrys, he pleads. His voice now a hushed purr. Blood thumping in his ears because of the drawn out denial. At the verge of losing his mind. Why were you being so mean?!

A depraved shriek escaped his lips the moment you went inside him. In one single thrust. No warning, no gentleness and no care. Just a straight up merciless enter. His tight pussy lips struggling to ease around your thick shaft, the burn of his ripping cunt tipping over the bucket of arousal in his stomach. And so he came.

Hips jerking up and his hot insides clenching down on your cock so hard, you thought it would break. Choked moans from his throat while his entire body twitched, his head tilting back. A spray of water covered your abs, your eyes widening. He had squirted the moment you pushed inside him.

“holy fuck…”, you panted looking down at the mess. This was so hot. Shivers running up your body. Your fingers digging into his supple marked up thighs. But you were far from done.

Lifting his legs on your shoulders, you began hammering your dick inside his sopping warm cunt. You smelled your favourite scent on his ankles. Lavender. Did he put perfume on his ankles?

Did he know you would fuck him like this?

You grinned and flicked his nub with your fingers, intensifying the stimulation. A look of pornographic bliss on his face. His cute little cunt swallowed your dick all up from the tip to base like some cheap whore. There were sounds of filthy squelching paired with hips smacking against each other, hard and rough.

Howl shook his head, legs kicking up in the air but your gripping hold kept them in place. Staining red marks on the blank canvas of his beautiful lower limbs.

The bed creaked with each merciless pump inside, not slowing down for a second. Not even letting him adjust around your hard, throbbing length. Just splitting him open brutally, working him wide and full. His hands scratched at the headboard, trying to support himself.

Howl was brainless at this point. Just a flesh-light for you to pound in. Eyes watering and rolling back so hard, he could see nothing but a dark looming vision. Hiccuping moans accompanied with loud sobs to ‘slow down’, he was gonna cum again.

“so big, bigggg~”, his cunt was burning, you were stretching him out so much, it was ungodly. Sinful. Absolutely lewd. Your dick was forcing his walls to shape around you. It felt so full. Forcing him to fit you like a glove, because you belong in there. Its your own. “Take. It. All”, your demands bending his soul over.

Howl is for you to own. He belongs to you. His filthy tender hole, his round ass, his adorable perky nipples, his plush and soft lips, they all belong to you. And you belong to him.

He could feel you all in him, marking your claim. The outline of your dick making its bold show every time you pounded inside and it took every ounce of your moral will to press your weight down on it because if you did, you knew howl would come almost immediately.

Rutting into him like someone in heat, driven by a maniac lust, ignoring his screams. “oughhh g-god shhtop”, he slurred, choking on his saliva. He was hardly able to make out his own voice. Body all hot, like someone had pushed him into a vault of fire with you.

But everything was so damn addictive. Every thrust, every vein rubbing along his walls, every twitch of your tip and your rough palms rubbing his clit. It was so deliriously perfect that it made howl break out into a crazed smile.

Thats it, fuck me like am your cocksleeve. Your cumdump. Fill me, mark me up, break every part of me. I am yours, you are mine.

He was loving that hint of pain in his loins. It was mixed with pleasure. And a lot of love hidden beneath lust. It was a recipe of a drug only you two knew of.

“oh fuck…am close”, you moaned, leaning forward to place your lips on howl’s. Bending his knees till they were right beside his head. You lapped up his drool, pushing your tongue in him while howl continued to whine inside your mouth. He adores you so much.

Your tip was kissing his cervix, in so deep its like you were all up in his head. Plaguing his mind. You were definitely fucking a baby into his womb at this rate. Which, surprisingly, made howl jittery.

“ouhh ha-harder!!”, his wails riled you up. The coil in his stomach tightened again as his release felt near. And you understood from the way his voice increased in decibel. Girlish, high pitched moans spilling from his mouth. So obscene.

You swing an arm under his back and he moved into you, his back arching. Your gut felt heavy and close, clenching inside. “B-Breed me~”, he begged and that’s all it took.

You spilled into him. Emptying every inch of your cum deep inside him, till his tummy was swelling up and he could feel it all moving inside. Some of it trickled down, leaking out, and pooling in the already wet patch of the bed.

A strangled moan left his mouth the moment you came undone and his legs jerked on your shoulders. Toes curling because of the shattering sensation. His milky white body trembling in your arms, soft to touch but ruined from the inside. Falling apart in front of you. But that was fine. You would always be there to catch him.

Your head felt dizzy. A known indicator that you came alot. It happens rarely but it wasn’t something too weird.

Within a few seconds you could feel his breaths relax, returning to the easy and lazy routine he always has. Your dick was still sheathed inside him because you knew all your sticky cum would gush out of his gaping hole and then you would have to rush him to the bathroom. As all good lovers should.

But this moment felt too intimate. You wanted it to last for a bit longer. Eyes gazing at his swollen bruised lips and then running back to his eyes. A bit red and still tearful. But they were sparkling. His blue eyes were whispering praises to you.

You muttered a spell and his hands came untied. Landing on your shoulders.

Sweeping a strand of hair behind his ears, you rub his cheek. “Am sorry, i went too rough”, you pout, a feeling of remorse building up in you before you hear his chuckles. Raspy but still adorable.

“I can barely talk right now but-”, he sighed, “-I need to tell you that I loved it”.

“I love you darling”, he pressed a kiss on your lips, bringing his forehead down on yours. “My lovely darling”, mumbling with affection, he pulled you into a warm embrace.

“I love you sweetheart”, you smiled against his lips before taking him in a deep kiss again.

#.rizzler #howl #howl pendragon #howl pendragon smut #howl jenkins pendragon #sub howl #howl smut #afab howl #dom reader #dom top reader #top reader #howls moving castle #howl’s moving castle #howl x reader

[laracrofted]

supernova

synopsis: in a game of truth or dare, you reveal your dream threesome.

pairings: natasha trace x fem!reader x bob floyd

warnings: 18+ minors dni, ageless blogs that interact will be blocked, explicit smut (f/f/m threesome, oral sex, unprotected sex, blink and miss it choking, sort of dom phoenix, edging, cum eating, orgasm denial, overstimulation) and like, swearing lmao (wc: 3.2K)

notes: a little something something for my fellow bisexuals during pride month 🌈 and yes, i defeated awful writer's block with horniness and so can you 💖

much love to @sushiwriterhere @theharddeck @sometimesanalice and @roosterbruiser for letting me bounce many depraved thoughts off of them and i'm summoning a few people who might be interested: @princessphilly @seresinsweetie @rhettabbotts @lewmagoo @bradshawsbitch @i-wanna-be-your-muse @sebsxphia and also no one look at me

“Anyone would want to sleep with me. I’m the most fuckable person in this room. Ask anyone.”  

"What's Hangman so up in arms about now?" Phoenix asks, sounding unimpressed. She leans against the pool cue, waiting for Fanboy to make his shot, and cracks her knuckles with one hand.

You shrug. "Who knows."

Honestly, you can't even remember who made the comment that got him so worked up, so defensive over his own sex appeal. His general fuckability – which as a side note, you're pretty sure is not a real word.

Maybe Rooster, actually probably Rooster.

Regardless, Hangman has decided to make them all suffer the consequences, going on and on and on.

"Fine," Rooster manages, choking down a laugh, almost always given away in the unmistakable twitching of the overgrown ferret on his upper lip. "Go ahead. Ask anyone then, Hangman. This will be good."

You are minding your own goddamn business in the corner of the common room, sipping a canned red wine that isn't half bad for the price. It is sweet, a little bubbly, pleasant.

You press your lips against the cool edge and are in the middle of a sip when Hangman catches your eye, a sharklike gleam in his green eyes.

Is it worse to make eye contact or break it? Is that bears or sharks who see it as a challenge?

And in truth, Hangman is neither. He's more or less harmless with a sometimes sharp bite.

You lower the can, slow and suspicious, narrowing your eyes at him with a raised brow. “Can I help you, Hangman?”  

Smirking, Hangman drawls, “You owe me a truth from earlier, ain't that right? You ran out on the game before I could get my question out."

You roll out a red carpet of curses in your brain and swallow another mouthful of the sweet red wine.

You'd gotten a call from the Domino's driver to come down and grab the pizzas from the front door before Hangman could ask whatever pointed – and alarmingly observant – question had popped into his scheming brain.

Everyone else has forgotten the game with some pizza in their stomach and a basketball game on the big screen, but clearly, Hangman has a good memory. Bastard. 

"Fine. Hit me with your best shot, Hangman."

Fire away and all that.

His canines are gleaming white. "Who would you most want to have sex with in this room? No, wait, I should give everyone a fair chance of selection. Pick two."

"Together? Or separate?"

His brows raise, and Hangman's smirk deepens. "Well, damn. Someone's a little adventurous." Your eyes are practically slits now, staring him down. "Together. Who would you have a threesome with in this room? And unfortunately, no, I don't have a twin."

“My nightmare,” Phoenix mutters, and Fanboy shakes with silent laughter.

“Hmmm…” 

An answer had popped into your head the second that Hangman asked, but in the name of suspense, you pretend to mull it over and really contemplate.

You look around the room. Halo and Fritz are on the sagging couch with Yale and Harvard in the opposite chairs, watching the game too closely to overhear this cursed conversation.

Bob and Fanboy are strategizing in the corner, but Bob is definitely listening. His shoulders don't look quite natural.

Across the pool table, Payback shows you his wedding band with a faux scolding expression. You grin.

“I guess I'd have to pick... Phoenix and Bob."

Rooster absolutely crows with laughter as Hangman goes into a full control-alt-delete shut down and reboot, blankly staring at you with disbelieving eyes and a slack jaw.

Someone should commemorate this moment. Add it to one of the frames in the Ready Room. 

"Are you malfunctioning?" You drain the rest of the wine and drop the can into the nearest recycling bin. "You know I'm bisexual, right, Hangman?"

"But Phoenix and Bob?" Hangman splutters, as if recovering from an ordeal with a capital O. "I need the reason. Why would you pick them?"

You glance over at Phoenix, who is regarding both of them with a smug smirk. You don't dare look at Bob right now.

You smile, radiant and knowing, with a “Follow up questions aren’t part of the game, Hangman,” and breeze across the room for another can of wine, patting him on the shoulder.

"So..."

Five or so minutes later, Phoenix sidles up to you and sits on the arm of your chair, ignoring the perfectly good and empty chair in the corner. Her boot brushes against your leg.

She leans in, and Phoenix's familiar vanilla and amber scent washes over you.

"Am I allowed to ask a follow question?" A nod, and Phoenix looks kind of self-satisfied. Kind of smug. "Did you mean it? Or were you just kicking the chair out from under Hangman? Because..." She lowers her voice, all smoke and velvet. "I had fun with you before. Just us."

"Both..." You pause. "I kind of wanted to knock him on his ass, but also, I was very much serious."

Her smile widens, and Phoenix leans in more, brushing the shell of your ear in a puff of warm breath. "Meet me in my room in 20 minutes."

Her canine grazes your earlobe for a brief second.

You blink, dazed, and Phoenix is already walking away.

"What about...?"

What about Bob? is the question on the tip of your tongue, but obviously, you can't call that out in this room. He is still here somewhere.

She looks over her shoulder, dark eyes warm with want and promise, and mouths, "20," with a wink.

A little over 20 minutes later, Phoenix has your wrists pinned down on her soft sheets, nudging under your chin with her slender nose in search of the sensitive spot on the side of your neck.

Her bottom lip drags against it.

You bite down on a moan, and in retaliation, Phoenix bites the spot harder.

"I want to hear you," Phoenix murmurs, an order wrapped in a pretty bow. "You sound so pretty, angel."

She kisses you again and sucks your bottom lip between hers, making it impossible to bite down on.

And with intent, Phoenix slides a smooth thigh between your legs, dragging her knee against the red flash of fabric that covers your cunt and grinds down.

"Come on. Let me hear you."

A drawn out moan escapes your mouth, and right then, Bob walks in.

He closes the door behind him, oblivious, and then, spots you both and freezes.

"Phoenix?" Bob manages, sounding uncertain. His eyes are wide and blue behind the wire frames. "You said 30 minutes, right? Should I – I can come back. We can catch up another time."

Despite the words, Bob doesn't move. He looks down, cheeks pink and flushed, but doesn't move.

"Don't worry, Bob." Phoenix releases your arms and climbs over the edge of the mattress with a smile. Walks over to him in an electric blue bra and underwear set that looks downright radiant against her dark hair. 

She looks like a goddess. 

"You want him here, don't you, angel?"

She circles behind him, sliding the plaid button-down shirt from his broad shoulders. It crumples to the carpet without resistance as Bob raises his chin and meets your eyes.

"You told me before," Phoenix prompts. "Tell him."

He is watching you, waiting on your answer with bated breath.

A long breath releases from your mouth. 

You push up on your elbows, then your knees, wanting to see him more clearly.

“Earlier with Hangman… I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted both of you. I want you – both of you – to fuck me."

His Adam’s apple moves as Bob swallows, sudden and hard.

He looks surprised. He shouldn't be.

He's always felt a little out of reach, so damn nice. You didn’t want to freak him out – or worse, offend him with a casual invitation to very casually fuck your brains out and maybe, let you suck his cock before or afterward.

You’re not picky. Whatever works for him.

You were pretty sure Bob was at least a little interested, but now... Bob only stares.

Phoenix gives him a gentle push and strolls over to the record player. She looks casual and languid, flipping through the records, but you're not so fooled. She's giving him a moment alone with you.

"Phoenix and I have... before, but I want you as much as I want her. Do you want me? is the only question, I guess."

He coughs into his elbow, messing with his lenses, which are fogging every so slightly. "I do. You're very pretty and nice, and I've... I mean, I do want you."

A smile dimples your cheek. "Oh, I'm pretty and nice, am I?"

"Shut up," Bob mutters under his breath with a slight smile. His ears are a little red.

You reach out and pull him closer to the mattress, pulling until Bob has to plant a knee on the edge to keep his balance. He watches you with wide eyes and says your name in a rush of breath – like a sharp wind over the ocean – and leans in, gravitating.

He cups your chin, slow and careful, pulling you in for a slow kiss that fizzles in your bloodstream like champagne. He is still giving you ample time to pull back and change your mind.

You deepen the kiss, even as Bob holds back.

You're still not sure Bob believes you.

Music swells from the corner, slow and sultry and sensual, as Phoenix settles behind you. She unlatches your bra and pushes it from your shoulders, running her fingers in soothing circles over the muscles.

She reaches between you and him, moving to cup your breasts, but at the last second, Phoenix skims her hand down the curve of your stomach and down and down, dipping under the waistband of your panties.

Clever fingers glide through your wetness, glancing off your clit in a tease that makes you whimper into Bob's mouth. A satisfied hum vibrates your back.

"So wet already, darling. We haven't done anything other than kiss you. You must really want us," Phoenix murmurs, warm against your ear, licking the sensitive patch of your neck again. "Come here, Bob."

She pulls you back from him with a hand around your throat – squeezing once, hard enough to make you feel light all over – and puts her glistening fingers in his open mouth.

His moan makes you even wetter.

You watch, breathless, as Bob closes his eyes and licks your taste from her fingers. His pupils are blown, eyes almost black, when Bob opens his eyes again.

His groan against your mouth is a rough sound, drawn out and unrepentant. He kisses you like religion, like a prayer.

Phoenix's voice is smug in your ear. "He believes me now."

You've been paired with Bob and Phoenix on enough exercises to know that the Naval aviators are an unstoppable pair in the air, cutting through the skies with grace and precision.

You'd imagined – more than once – that Bob and Phoenix would be an unstoppable pair in the bedroom as well. Sue you, okay? Who wouldn't?

Phoenix had been a force on her own, pinning you down and making your thighs shake over her shoulders; coaxing you to the edge and kicking you over without warning with a razor sharp smile that bordered on mean.

Bob always seemed so quiet. Seemed so unassuming.

But Bob dated, and on the one and only occasion the WSO brought a date back to the shared apartment complex, all of the Daggers had heard about the dying cat sounds that'd been loud enough to bleed through the walls. Hangman had been relentless.

You were seemingly the only one who could put the admittedly horrendous moaning aside and remember the other sounds.

(Oh, oh, Bob, oh, Bob. Fuck me. So good.)

You knew Phoenix was good in bed.

You had a feeling about Bob.

Together?

You were absolutely and without a shadow of a doubt right.

Phoenix is in the backseat for once but never ever on the sidelines. She seems to sense that the WSO might still need more reassurance, might need some control to feel wanted here.

She focuses on you, nibbling your neck and pinching your aching nipples, as Bob rests on the red and orange pillows, watching you swallow his cock, mesmerized.

You pull back, keeping him half in your mouth and circling his base with your hands, and run your tongue along the sensitive underside of him.

He bobs in your mouth, letting out a rough curse.

"Are you sure?" Bob had asked before, stilling the hands that were reaching for his zipper, running a thumb across the veins at the base of your wrist. "We can start with something else. I don't want you to feel pressure."

"Positive. I've wanted to suck your cock for about six months now."

He blinked, looking even more owlish with his glasses on the nightstand. "Six months? You've only been here for like six months."

You cut in, "And I wanted to suck your cock the whole damn time. Any other questions?"

He audibly swallowed, and Phoenix grinned.

You could easily get lost in him – lose minutes, even hours with the weight of him on your tongue and the sound of his broken moans in your ears – but Phoenix is too impatient to let that happen.

She nudges your soaked underwear to the side and pushes one, two, three of her fingers inside of you. You're wet enough that Phoenix doesn't meet any resistance.

"She's so fucking wet for you, Bob. Jesus Christ," Phoenix moans. A wet kiss is pressed into the curve of your shoulder, against the nape of your neck. "Should I make her come?"

God... and Phoenix says it like, What do you think, Bob? Am I clear? Should I take the shot?, in the same voice from the air. Asking him to weigh the pros and cons. Deferring to his decision.

You'll never be able to be paired with them on a drill again and not remember.

You would breathe a sigh of relief when Bob nods, except for... well, obvious reasons. You swallow around him, and Bob leaks against the back of your throat.

You're already aching, and Phoenix is pressing the heel of her palm against your clit. Pleasure is building in the pit of your stomach, and you need, you need, you –

"Or..." Phoenix drawls, easing up on the pressure, all casual and unaffected. She works you open, steady and constant, pinching the thigh that tries to rock you against her hand. "I could edge her for you. Make her wait to come on your cock."

God, Phoenix can be mean in bed. You'd almost forgotten.

You kind of hate her for it right now.

(You really don't.)

You whimper around Bob's cock and clench around Phoenix's fingers at the same time, digging your nails into the pale skin of Bob's muscular thighs, already bruised with a small love bite from earlier.

An abrupt fuck spills from Bob's bitten lips.

He pulls out of your mouth without warning, squeezing a hand around his base and screwing his eyes closed to keep from coming right then and there.

"Jesus Christ, Phoenix."

"So Bob seems to like that idea," Phoenix observes, almost conspiratorially. Her fingers catch your chin. "What about you, pretty girl? You want to come now or on Bob's cock?"

You are a little out of breath but no less certain.

"Do I even have to answer that?"

As a reward, Phoenix slips her tongue in your mouth and starts all over again, ever careful to pull back at the exact right moment when your breaths are short and your gaze is glassy and unfocused.

You are shaking and warm all over when Phoenix is satisfied, running her fingers through the arousal that slicks the inside of your thighs, underwear long discarded on the floor somewhere now.

"Can I..."

You are on your back now, and Bob leans over and sucks your nipples in his mouth. You lose focus, running your fingers over the hard length of him, smearing his pre-cum over the head.

"Can you what?" Phoenix prompts, ghosting a knuckle over your swollen clit. You quiver.

"I want to eat you out. Didn't get to do that last time, remember?"

You seize Bob's shoulder, keeping him pressed against your chest, and Bob makes a pleased sound, content to lavish your breasts with licks and nibbles right now.

You continue, "I want to eat you out while Bob fucks me."

"Well," Phoenix replies, breezily, brushing her hair over her shoulder and bends to suck on your other nipple. "We can probably make that work."

"Fuck," Bob breathes again.

You've never heard him curse so much, not even in actual missions.

A content sigh pushes everything else from your brain.

You lick at Phoenix again, licking a stripe up the center of her cunt, drowning in the warmth and silk, as Bob pushes into you from behind, bare and hard and so goddamn big.

Fuck is right.

"God..." Bob moans against your damp skin, pulling out and easing back in again. His accent comes out in bits and pieces, smoothing the edges from his words. "Feel so good. S'good for me. So good for us, darlin'."

You melt at the praise and nuzzle deeper into Phoenix with a sigh of pleasure, circling her clit with a content hum that makes her breath go all uneven and shuddering.

Satisfaction slides down your spine, warm and consuming.

You could stay here for hours between them. You would.

She's quick to instruct and correct, but once you're in a rhythm with your fingers hooked inside, Phoenix is nothing but moans and sighs and oh god, so good, oh god.

She comes in your mouth with a sharp gasp and rolls out from under you, which leaves Bob with enough room to double his efforts now.

He presses praise against your neck, circling his fingers around your clit with precision and attention; urging you to come for him with gentle pleas and deep thrusts and blissfully, a well-placed palm against your aching cunt.

You shatter around him as Bob spills inside of you.

Oh my god are the only words that are forming in your head right now. You want to say something else.

Holy shit maybe.

We should definitely do that again even.

But Phoenix doesn't give you even a second of peace.

"You're a mess, angel," Phoenix comments, light and almost mocking. She spreads your legs wide and looks you over. "Let me."

You expect Phoenix to wipe you down, but instead, Natasha presses her mouth against your sensitive cunt.

Stars erupt in your vision. Galaxies.

She licks and licks every inch of you, holding down your shaking legs, until you come again, damn near crying from the overstimulation, shuddering.

Wetness dampens the sheets underneath you, and Phoenix licks the cum that drips down your legs, some yours, some Bob's, and kisses you right on the mouth.

You definitely mean to get your clothes and pee and everything after, but Bob is warm against your side. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck and passes out with an arm across your chest.

Sleep pulls you under soon after.

Phoenix is the first one to leave the bed and even then, only to put on a quieter record and go right back.

note: is she the filthiest smut piece i've ever written? maybe. she's named after red wine supernova by chappell roan, which is so fun and so queer and worth a listen 💖 leave a comment before i regain an ounce of shame.

#bob floyd fic #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #robert floyd smut #bob floyd smut #phoenix x reader #natasha trace x reader #natasha trace x you #natasha trace smut #natasha trace fic #bob floyd x reader x natasha trace #laracrofted writes #bob fucks #fic: bob floyd #fic: natasha trace

[rierice8]

Am I pretty?

Just some drabble cuz I really wanna get railed by dan heng while I’m in a skirt even though I’m a guy…fuck thats so hot- (new not-so-new kink???)

Warnings: feminization, use of princess, good boy, slut and doll, creampie, described as rough sex

Word count: 866

Dom!Dan heng x sub!male reader

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You walked out of the bathroom, covered in a blush. Your boyfriend had thrown you carelessly a bag full of clothes he bought for you in belobog, which you only realised was some lingerie and a miniskirt after you agreed to try it on for him.

That dirty minded fuck.

As you walked out of the bathroom with nothing but the lingerie and the small pink skirt on, Dan hengs face was, unsurprisingly, still stuffed in his book.

“Ahem…” you cleared your throat to get his attention. Dan heng just hummed before answering,

“Let me finish this page.”

You scoffed before walking to him and snatching the book from his hands.

“I got all dressed up in your perverted outfit and I have to wait till you “finish this page?” No fucking way. Look at me. Am I pretty?”

He laughed lightly as he looked over your form. The way the see-through lace bra laid over your flat chest, or how the skirt was barely covering your ass, how your abdomen was fully on view for him, along with the rest of your thighs and chest.

“Hmmm…is my princess feisty?”

He chuckled with a smirk.

“Yes, though, you’re very pretty, I’m glad I thought of it.”

You just blushed and furrowed your brows.

“Huh…? I…thanks uh…just shut up and fuck me then! It seems like thats the purpose of this outfit anyway!”

You huffed as you crossed your arms. Dan heng just smiled and ran his hands down your chest, pulling you down to sit on his lap on the edge of the bed he had been sitting on before. You just followed his lead, sitting on him as he lifted the bra strap ever so slightly before letting it snap back against your skin.

“Good boys don’t demand for things, they beg.”

He said into your ear as you moaned a bit from the sting.

“Fuck—fuck uh- Plea-please? Please fuck me? Please Dan heng, please?”

You begged as you tugged at his pants. He was still fully dressed and you were left in such a slutty outfit.

“Hmm…maybe…are you all prepped for me or do I need to do it,”

He asked in a whisper. Fuck how did he know that you’d already gotten off earlier today before he returned?? You bit your lip.

“Uh…a…a bit. Earlier…”

Dan heng smirked as he kissed your neck, before biting it, causing you to moan out.

“Mmh, perfect, then I wont bother.”

You swallowed hard, sure you’d done it but it’d been a couple hours, maybe it’d be a good idea to—

“Don't think baby. You can take me just fine like this, yes?”

You nodded eagerly, forgetting all your prior thoughts as you saw him unzip his pants and drop them to the floor, his boxers immediately following.

“Fuck- I need it please Dan heng…”

You whined as he pushed your panties to the side, running his hand along your cock for a bit before he lined himself up with your ass.

“W-wait- what about—”

“The skirt stays on.”

He said as he started pushing in. You moaned loudly at the stretch, it stung a lot but it could’ve been worse. You were both too desperate to have spent any longer to begin with.

“F-FUCK! Shit that- shit that's good…!”

You moaned.

Dan heng finally buried his cock in your ass fully, waiting for you to give him the sign to move. After a couple of seconds you nodded and he started moving. He didn't bother to start slowly, holding you by the waist and pulling you back down on him to make your hips meet his own as fast as he could. You threw your head back, moaning loudly.

“Shit!! Shit shit shit that's- mmh!! too much!!”

You whine out in between moans as he railed into your ass.

“You’re such a pretty slut like this, getting fucked in your brand new skirt? You’ll get it all dirty, princess”

He whispered into your ear as he kept his erratic pace.

“Mmh!! Fuck! I bet you were—NGH!—thinking of this all day—fuck!!”

You managed to get out through all your moans, trying to tease him despite slowly getting your brains fucked out.

“You know me too well…all I’m ever thinking of is you in a pretty skirt getting stupid on my cock,”

He grunted as he reached his hand to your ass and squeezed it. You whined a bit at how rough he was treating you. It was just too much for you. His nails digging into your skin as he moved to make out with you, kissing you hard and shoving his tongue into your mouth, biting your lip and swallowing all your moans.

You clenched around his cock but it didn't slow his pace at all, only making him speed up and fuck you harder.

“S-shit Dan heng!! I-I’m gonna cum— I can't—!!”

You moaned out as he grunted and thrusted harder, hitting you right in your sweet spot, making your face scrunch up as you came hard on his cock. A few thrusts after, Dan heng came inside you. You hummed at the feeling of being full, it was always the best when he came inside.

“Oh don't think we’re done yet, doll. I’m gonna fuck your ass all night.”

#why was I listening to super shy while writing this 😭 #anyway #hes so sexy #on my mind 24/7 #smut #dan heng hsr #hsr #hsr smut #honkai star rail #dan heng #dan heng smut #dan heng x reader #dan heng x male reader #male reader #male reader smut #honkai star rail dan heng #dan heng x reader smut #rice dying #hsr x male reader #hsr x reader #hsr dan heng #sub male reader #sub reader

[house-of-daena]

rent's due [kaveh x m.reader]

contents: dom reader/sub kaveh, sugar daddy/baby relationship (but lovers), pet play undertones, mean reader, hair pulling, degradation, humiliation, cock stepping, tell me if i miss anything.

꒰ for kaveh's drip marketing my friend asked for some smut of him. trying to get used to writing again,, ꒱

kaveh is always so eager to satisfy you. be it for your pleasure, his own, or for extra mora in his pockets, he's willing to do anything and everything you order him to.

even if it meant for him to shamefully rut himself onto your shoe, still fully clothed, arms wrapped around your leg and pathetically whimpering out pleas to allow him to touch himself, to feel more of you, to make him cum.

seeing a pretty boy like kaveh down on his knees, his mind in shambles as he rolls his hips against the uncomfortable surface of your leather shoes just to get a small sense of friction on his aching cock, with his lashes shimmering wetly from the tears he had shed from sheer desperation almost made you laugh at the poor man, ignoring the restless urge to just take him then and there. his hands clawed at the fabric of your pants, faint hiccups coming from his quivering lips as his drool dribbled down his chin and wetted your pants.

in midst of his mind, he snapped back to reality when he heard you click your tongue, face remained blank ever since he latched onto your leg. you were evidently annoyed and unentertained, kaveh felt panic rise in his body. big doe eyes stared up at you, confused and uncertain of what he was doing wrong. it was only when he stilled his hips that he received a reaction from you, tilting your head to the side as your hand reached for kaveh's cheek, caressing it adoringly.

immediately, he leaned against your warm touch, and your fingers sent electrifying tingles all over his cheek. but what sent shivers down his spine was the massive contrast between your loving touch that soothed his worries a tad, and the stern, unimpressed gaze you had in your eyes that made him feel completely helpless before you. "you're making a mess, pup." your deep, alluring voice almost sends him back into a trance, biting back a moan at your condescending tone as he wipes away his drool.

"m-m'sorry... can't help it..." kaveh whines, the feeling of your fingers wracking through his hair and massaging his scalp, before grabbing a fistful of his hair and harshly tugging on them made him gasp out an airy 'master!', the burning pain only turning into blinding pleasure that soared throughout his body. "p-please... i need you! i can't- hnf.. can't take i-it anymore..." kaveh begged, his hands pawing dangerously close to your crotch, where he was itching to finally unbutton your pants and pull out your cock, the burning desire to put it inside his mouth and suck on it was almost too much for him to handle.

"tell me, mutt," a dark smirk stretched your lips as you watched him squirm, eyeing his shaking thighs and the way his pretty, wet lips were parted whilst he panted and whined, "it has only been a few days ever since i've given you your allowance. so tell me why are you here in my office during work hours, asking for more and acting like some bitch in heat? hmmm?" kaveh's adam applied bobbed as he gulped, his body weak and sore, having knelt for so long.

"i've... spent it all..." kaveh winced at your smile, hands trembling from both fear and excitement. with just a mere raise of your brow, kaveh knew he has to explain himself completely to you, his heart beating hard against his chest. "uhm... i spent it all on materials for a new project and... i didn't realize i've spent all my money... before i knew it, alhaitham's started bugging me to pay for my rent..."

"oh? is that so? do you not know how to handle money?" you shook your head, tutting at him and giving him a disappointed expression. your words made his stomach churn, breath caught in his throat and his head turned down in shame. "i know my puppy can be dumb, so i suppose i can't hold it against you." kaveh perked up at that, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. but he felt his hopes shatter when he saw you grin, and he felt the heel of your shoe pressing between his legs.

kaveh's eyes widened as the pain on his cock made him lean against your leg, holding on to it even more. he grits his teeth, beginning to get dizzy due to how sensitive he was, the pain blurring into pleasure as he couldn't help but buck his hips against your shoe. that seemed to amuse you, leaning back against your seat as you dig your heel a little harder onto his twitching cock.

"you want money, right?" you hummed, snapping your fingers in front of his face to get his attention. "use your words then. beg for it. tell me what you need, and i'll give it to you." the words coming out of your mouth were so sweet, naturally rolling off your tongue and covered with a thick layer of honey that kaveh nearly missed your intent to humiliate him further. kaveh couldn't even open his mouth without whimpering, his words were slurring and incomprehensible.

he couldn't speak anymore. he couldn't think. it has been what felt like hours since you've given him anything that could satisfy the aching need of his dick, body having a mind of its own as he thrust erratically against your shoe. you didn't dare to pull away your foot, too amused at your cute little pup, so needy and desperate for you. "look at you, so pathetic, can't even talk?" sobs only left his throat as he sniffled and drooled, the only thing he could utter was your name in form of stuttering chants and praises.

oh, he was so adorable. you couldn't help but laugh at him, cooing as you pet his hair. he came to an abrupt stop when he finally reached his high, arching his back as he clung onto you, head was thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. it wasn't enough, kaveh thought, he wanted more, yearned for more. he wanted to feel you inside of him, taste you, feel you more.

but he knew his 'punishment' was far from over. his knees and thighs, sore from exhaustion, eyes half-lidded as tears endlessly rolled down his cheeks. the utter shame and humiliation of cumming in his pants as he rubbed against you like a mutt sank into his mind, biting his bottom lip as the heat on his face intensified. he feel you stepping onto his cock harder than before, and he pathetically mewled at the burst of pain and pleasure wracking his body once more.

"now, didn't i tell you to beg for it?" you reminded him, grabbing his chin between your index finger and your thumb, admiring his fucked out, but still pleading face. you weren't even sure if he could understand you at this point, your smirk widening. "i loved the way you moaned my name. and seeing you come undone with just my shoe? you've put up a good show." just as you expected, kaveh perked up with a wobbly smile on his lips when he heard your praise. with that, you pulled out your wallet from your pocket and threw mora them onto the floor, making them rain around your cute pup. kaveh blinked, momentarily pulling away from you and eyeing the shimmering gold that surrounded him.

"that isn't enough to pay your rent. if you want more, then entertain me more. prove yourself worthy of my money." leaning back on your seat and crossing your arms, you gave nothing but a mocking look at your drooling mess of a needy boyfriend. "this time, beg properly and be a good boy, okay?"

#» asmo's writings #» kaveh #kaveh x reader #kaveh smut #kaveh x male reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #sub genshin

[hardstraykidshours]

just relax

pairing: chan x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: chan's been stressing over a song he's writing, so you decide to help him relax a bit.

length: 2.5k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, switch!chan (then kinda dom!chan), switch!reader, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), handjob, cum eating, praise, pet names ("baby," "baby girl"), afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

since the moment chan came home a couple hours ago, he's been tense and moody. you let him have his space to see if he just needed to de-stress after a rough day, but when you look over at where he's sitting further down the couch from you, you can't take it anymore. he's sitting rigid and uncomfortably, his brow furrowed and a far off look in his eyes, clearly not paying attention to the movie he put on for both of you. 

you grab the remote and pause the film, but he's so lost in thought, he doesn't even notice until you say his name. "channie?" 

"hmmm? yes, baby? is the movie over?" 

"no, i just paused it. are you okay?" 

"me? mmhmm, yes, i'm great," he says absent-mindedly. 

you scoot across the couch towards him, gently taking his face in your hands to tilt it towards you. "channie, what's wrong?" 

"nothing, i told you, everything's fine. i'm all good." 

he tries to shake loose of your hold, but you don't allow it, shooting him a knowing look. "come on, i know you better than that. tell me what's up." 

he sighs softly before reaching up and squeezing one of your hands. "it was just a really rough day. i still couldn't figure out that part of the song i've been working on. like i don't think i wrote a single new line today, just sat and stared at the screen trying to think of anything. and to make it all so much better, i cannot seem to get this new choreo right. my back is killing me from practicing all day, but I have yet to do it right even once." he swipes a hand across his face in frustration, moving your hands in the process. he turns away from you again, leaning forward and resting his head in his hands. "it's just so frustrating."

you move closer and start slowly rubbing his back in soothing circles. "hey, it's okay. you can't expect yourself to be perfect all the time. you'll have your breakthrough with the song and you'll figure out the choreo eventually. you always do. it just might take some time. and that's okay." 

he tries to protest, but you interrupt. "nope, no arguments. you're kind of super fucking impressive and talented, and i'm your super smart girlfriend so you have to trust me on this one." you can see a smile teasing the corner of his lips at your words and you lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek.  "now just take some time to relax and de-stress tonight. you're not gonna have any more luck tomorrow if you're exhausted from staying up worrying."

you feel a deep sigh leave his body before he responds. "fine, yes, i agree. you're right, i just don't know how to relax when i get in my head like this." 

"let me help you then." without waiting for his response you move behind him fully and switch from just rubbing soothing circles on his back to massaging his sore muscles. you feel his body start to loosen as you work, his previously ramrod straight back slackening and slumping forward. 

you pause your efforts and nudge him slightly, silently telling him to stand up. he complies, but turns back towards you, a questioning look on his face. 

you also rise from the couch, grabbing his hand and leading him through the apartment. "come on, it'll be way easier for me to work out all the knots if you're lying down."

when you get to the bedroom, he immediately lays down face first onto the bed, very much so on board with your plan. "woah, woah, wait just a second." he picks up his head from where it was buried in a pillow and tilts it towards you. "shirt off," you gesture at him to remove it, which he quickly does before flopping back down. 

you grab one of your favorite lotions and pour some on your hands, the smell of eucalyptus filling the room. after warming it in your palms for a few moments, you get back to work. your hands slide slowly up the length of his back, applying pressure to his tight muscles. a low groan leaves chan's throat at the sensation. 

you continue working out each of the knots in his back, his grunts and moans of pleasure growing louder and more frequent as he relaxes beneath your touch. "fuck, baby girl, you have the best hands." 

his words cause goosebumps to tickle your skin and heat to pool in your core. you know he's being completely innocent in his remark, but you can't help the direction your thoughts go when he says it. images of your hands wrapped around his cock, his head thrown back in pleasure flip through your head as you continue the massage. 

after a few more minutes you pause, leaning forward slightly. "i think i got all the knots out of your back, are you sore anywhere else?" 

chan hesitates for a moment before replying. "ummm, yeah...my chest. but you don't have to worry about it, you've already done too much by rubbing my back for so long." 

"no, please! let me. i want to. i can think of nothing more i'd rather do for you right now." there is actually one thing you can think of, but you don't voice it. this isn't about you tonight, it's about helping chan relax and keep his mind off of work. 

you raise yourself up on your knees to give him room to move beneath before nudging him slightly. "now roll over." 

once he's flipped himself onto his back you have to take a second to just stare. you've seen his bare chest countless times, but you're still always in awe about how gorgeous he is, all smooth muscle and hard lines. you shake yourself out of the daze you were in and lower yourself, so you're sitting just above his hips. leaning forward you start to knead the tight muscles of his chest. 

you notice how he winces slightly when you first apply pressure, so you lighten up until the muscles begin to relax beneath your fingers. after awhile, he closes his eyes and starts to let out little breathy moans as you massage the soreness from his chest. 

you don't miss the way you can feel him harden beneath your ass as you continue, and you bite back a smile, realizing your massage is affecting him in more ways than one. as you continue, you start to subtly rock your hips in time with the pulls of your hands across his muscles, hovering on your knees slightly, so he will only feel you lightly graze across him. 

as you continue you slowly add more pressure, both with your hands and your hips until you're fully grinding on him while rubbing his chest. he tips his head back slightly, eyes still closed, and let's out a deep moan at the feeling of you rocking against his already throbbing dick. 

one of his hands makes it way up to your hip, guiding you in your movements and pulling you closer to him. the other hand moves your hands off of his chest before reaching up to your neck, pulling you down to him. you watch as he opens his eyes for barely a second before closing the small distance between you and capturing your lips with his. 

he kisses you deeply, languidly, passionately, his tongue slowly stroking yours. he pulls away slightly to suck lightly on your bottom lip before diving in for more. his kiss is rushed, but also slow, urgent, but somehow lazy, it's everything all at once and your mind is spinning, overwhelmed by him. 

his hand on your hip slides up, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, and your breath catches at the feeling of his warm hand on your skin. it continues its path up your body, pulling your shirt up along the way. he pauses right below your breast, asking a silent question. you break away from the mind shattering kiss long enough to pull off your shirt. you reach behind yourself and unclasp your bra as well, letting it slide off your arms as you lean back down to capture his lips once more. 

his deft hands quickly find your breasts, kneeding them gently, almost reverently, before lightly tugging on each nipple. you moan loudly at the sensation, his mouth swallowing the sound. your brain starts to shutdown as he continues toying with your tits. all you can think about is the fire in your core, how desperate you are for him. 

you break free from his overwhelming lips once more, sliding your hands down his body until they run into his waistband. wasting no time, you quickly slide down both his sweats and boxers, hands immediately reaching for his cock. he groans as you wrap your fingers around his length and his hands shoot to your hips, helping you shed your shorts and panties. 

you settle yourself back atop him, both of you now completely bare, and rock your hips against him slowly. you slide against him easily, your pussy already absolutely soaked. 

"you're always so wet for me," his low voice rumbles through you, his dirty words sending a new wave of arousal crashing over you. "such a good girl you are, isn't that right, baby?" 

"mmhmmm," you groan, grinding against him and tipping your head back at the delicious sensation of his cock rubbing against your clit. he guides your hips up and positions himself before slowly pulling you down onto his dick. 

you don't move for a few moments once you're fully seated on him, always needing a little time to adjust to his huge cock. just like always, he waits patiently for you to start moving, never wanting to cause you any discomfort. 

when you start moving, you do it in the same rhythm as you were massaging his muscles earlier, slowly and deeply. you clench your walls around him as you fuck him, enjoying the moans and pants and filthy words that spill from his lips when you do. 

the feeling of him stroking that spot deep inside of you starts to build, and you rock your hips faster, eventually abandoning your plan to take your time as you start to chase your high. chan notices the change and his hand slips in between you and starts playing with your clit. you can't help the choked moan that escapes and fall forward slightly at the intense pleasure he's bringing you, your hand landing on his chest to help keep balanced. 

you lose yourself in the sensation of his dick filling you up so perfectly while his thumb rubs circles on your clit until you can't take it anymore, and your orgasm overtakes you. you collapse on top of him, riding out each wave of your climax, panting as you come back down to earth. 

he doesn't wait long for you to recover before he's flipping you beneath him. after a few strokes, he pauses and leans down, brushing your hair away from your ear before whispering. "lift your hips for me, baby girl." 

confused by his request, but too lost in pleasure to question, you lift your hips, and he slips a pillow beneath them, keeping his dick inside you throughout the whole motion. he rocks his hips gently once, and your eyes roll back at the sensation. 

holy shit. 

you thought you felt full before, but it's nothing compared to this. the slight change in position makes you feel him so much deeper than ever before, the pleasure with every movement of his amplified by this new angle. 

he starts rhythmically moving his hips, pulling almost all the way out with each thrust. you can feel every inch of his dick stroking you, hitting you just right, completely overtaking all your senses until all you can think about is the feeling of him inside of you. you've never felt acute pleasure quite like this before. he picks up his pace and the sensation only grows as he takes you higher and higher until you don't know whether you'll come or pass out from the sheer intensity of pleasure first. his hand moves between you once more and all it takes is one roll of his thumb against your clit before you completely shatter around him. 

chans loud groans fill the room as you flutter around his cock, your orgasm seemingly never ending. he slows his pace, rocking languidly in and out of you, drawing out your climax as long as he can. when your high finally settles he gives you a few more deep strokes before pulling out and flopping onto his back next to you. 

still dazed from your orgasm it takes you a second to realize he never finished. before you can even form your question you feel his hand wrap around yours, tugging it down to his throbbing cock. "i want you to use your hands. i need to feel you touch me." 

you wrap your fingers around his dick, barely managing to fully grasp it because of its size, and slowly stroke it, your juices making your hand slide easily up and down his length. 

"fuck, that's right, baby girl. just like that. use all of that delicious cum of yours to jerk me off." 

bright bolts of arousal shoot through you at his filthy words, and you pick up your pace, encouraged by his grunts and moans. you reach down with your other hand to play with his balls, knowing that it drives him insane. after only a few moments, he's throwing his head back into the pillow, eyes screwing shut with pleasure and a strangled moan leaving his throat as he spills himself across his stomach. 

you continue to stroke him through his orgasm, pulling every last drop from him, enjoying the way his whole body twitches with each movement of your hand, bordering the line of overstimulation. finally, you remove your hand and lean forward, swiping your tongue across his abdomen, cleaning up some of the cum. 

he groans at the feeling of your warm mouth again, eyes still closed as he relaxes into the bed. you smile to yourself and pause your efforts for a minute to look up at him. "i would hate for this to go to waste," you say before dipping your head back down. 

"mmmmm...that's my good girl," he replies lazily while reaching down blindly and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "always so good to me." 

you take your time cleaning him up, enjoying the feeling of your tongue running along his toned muscles. when you're sure that you've gotten every last bit, you pull yourself up his body, resting your head on his shoulder while wrapping an arm over his chest and lazily draping your leg across his waist. you snuggle into his neck, enjoying the comforting, familiar scent of his skin. 

he turns slightly to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead and murmuring softly in your ear, "thank you baby girl, i love you endlessly." you both drift off together, wrapped in each other, much more relaxed than earlier.

#bang chan smut #bang chan imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #stray kids smut #bang chan #stray kids #afab reader #bang chan oneshots #stray kids oneshots #oneshots #minors shoo #mine #hard stray kids hours #q: painting with hyunjin

[sinnerlillith]

Sweet Pervert O’ Mine

a/n: i shamelessly want and need to peg this man so bad ughhhHHHH this is annoying. sorry it took so long to finish, i like being detailed. also twitter link at end >:)

summary: Eddie is a horny bastard for a boyfriend who likes being pegged roughly any chance he can get, even if that means your little game of “this or that” while you cuddle has to get interrupted by your dirty thoughts. 

includes: sub eddie, pegging, 2 rounds, hair pulling, crying, mommy kink, slight choking, spit, praise kink, anal fingering, eddie gets called a pervert (like only 4 times), some pegging position changes, prostate stim, some nipple stim, eddie is a damn masoch!st, reader is both mean and soft dom

word count: enough. did you see the “includes”? this 2 ROUNDS chile, im horny and ready to go.

"Hmm... ok I got one. Weed or alcohol?" you ask Eddie as you lay on your right side, eyeing his side profile as he stares up at the celling of his room. He’s laying fully on his back, his ringed left hand resting on your thigh as it lays over his bare torso. He just showered and is only shirtless in sweat pants. His eyebrows furrow into a thinking face as he contemplates if he likes being drunk or high better.

"Huh.. I think I like being high better," Eddie starts, still looking at the ceiling, “because I know I’m a lot more creative when I’m high. I’m just a lazy stumbling mess when I’m wasted.” a small smile creeps onto his lips as he remembers little, yet embarrassing, memories of his drunk words and actions.

Your eyes never break away from his face. The way his chin and cheeks wrinkle when he smiles, his pink lips curling, his white teeth showing, all of it, makes you grin softly at him. 

“Yeah, I believe that. How about...” your voice trails off as you think of another question, “a new tattoo or a tongue piercing?”

His eyes squint as he imagines either one. His lips press together, contemplating what he’d even get as a new tattoo if he had the chance. He then switches to thinking about how a tongue piercing would feel against your skin. 

He’s always kissing and licking it, which he knows makes you squirm, but he wonders how it would feel with a tongue piercing. He grins at the extra pleasure the metal bead would bring to you if his curly head was between your legs, licking your slit up slowly until the bead glides effortlessly over your clit. He thinks about how you might whine if it slid over your nipple before he harshly sucks it, or how you might shiver if it rolls against your neck. 

“Tongue piercing. With out a doubt.” he answers, a suggestive smile now on his side profile.

“Oh yeah?” you challenge that look on his face, wondering what he’s thinking that got him so smug. His head turns left on his pillow so his face is alined with yours, big brown eyes now looking at you. They dart to your lips and back up to your eyes so quickly that if you blinked you would have missed it. That smile on his face makes the fat under his eyes become defined.

“Yeah.” his voice is is raspy and innocently suggestive. If anyone else heard it, they wouldn't think twice, but when you hear it, you know it means something else. Something definitely got him thinking, but he’s talking as if everything is normal. At least, he’s trying to, because he’s never been good at hiding his arousal.

Fine. If he wants to play faux innocent, then you will too.

"So then... do you want me to peg you with your face shoved in the pillow, or hovering above it?" Your eyes still look at his own, watching his reaction.

"wha- y/n?" His eye brows raise, making his eyes go big with them.

"Oh! Or....” your eyes look away, head turned as you stare up, making a face of ‘hmmm let me think’ as if you’re not asking anything more than a normal question. “Do you want to jerk yourself off while I peg you, or, do you like it better when I do it for you?"

His face gets hot at the images you're suddenly putting in his head. The hand he had resting on your thigh involuntarily squeezes it lightly. His eyes blink in a flustered confused manner. Your own eyes turn back to meet his, a small half smile on your face, littered in artificial innocence. You noticed how his lips are now parted slightly in surprise and disbelief.

This just makes you want to push him further.

"How about this- praise kink or mommy kink ?" You say the last 2 words with a completely different tone than the words before. The lids of your eyes now sink lower, relaxed, as your fake grin is replaced with a softly suggestive one. 

He gulps, his heart skips a beat. His face looks like his brain just overheated and crashed. He can’t think of anything except all the dirty thoughts you put in his head. His left hand that was once squeezing lightly is now firmer on your thigh as his head turns away from you. His face had a strained smile on it before it turns away, as if the thoughts in his head are giving him some sort of pain. His right hand squeezes at both of his temples and he lets out a pained sigh, and you giggle at his display. He seriously hopes you brought your strap in that bag of yours that’s resting on the floor.

“Jesus, babe.” he says very quietly under his breath. The hand that was pressing on his temples drags down his face, pulling his skin with it making it look saggy. “You’re fuckin’ dirty.” his voice is muffled under his large veiny palm.

“That’s not an answer, Eddie.”

"Well, shi- fuck, obviously I'm going to say both for everything!" He stutters over his words. His hand waves in the air to help make gestures for his point.

"Good." You shift your thigh that's on him to the side of his hip as you slide up over him and to straddle his lower body. Your crotch is sitting right on top of his while both your clothes separate you. He begins to speak as your fingers slide up to his bare chest, tracing his black widow spider tattoo.

“So...” he starts, “you brought your -uh, your strap, then? Right?” he sounds accidentally desperate, as if he was trying to play it cool but just couldn’t. 

God, he’s so cute.

A smile slowly spreads onto your face while you look down at him. Your hands halt from tracing his skin. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, tough guy?”

He huffs out a singular heh as a response to your teasing, then bashfully closes his eyes with a shake from his head. “Whatever, y/n.” 

Your hands move again, but this time down his body. The flats of your palms sail over his barely visible abs under his smooth, warm skin, rising and falling as he calmly breathes.

He watches you above him, looking at his body with something similar to lust in your eyes. His hands are on your thighs with his thumbs brushing up and down, fondly. He gulps, beginning to think about how he wants you on him, kissing him and marking up his neck...

“Kiss me?” his voice comes out quiet and gentle. You can tell he’s pleading for you rather than commanding you. It makes your heart warm up with fondness at how gentle he is. 

You lean down and slide one hand up to his face while the other finds a place on his chest. You bring your lips to his full pink ones and kiss him at your own pace. It’s calm and intimate at first, just taking your time kissing his warm and smooth lips. You can feel the air from his nose fan over your lips, his mouth barely opens wider to accept more of your own.

His decorated hands still sit on your thighs. You tilt your head further to the side to open your mouth more and deepen the kiss while your hand slides down to the back of his skull. This causes Eddie’s hands to move up your back and grip your shirt, balling the fabric in his hands desperately.��

Then the kiss gets more greedy. You bite his lower lip and tug it outwards to open his heated mouth for you. You let your tongue come out to slip over his own wet one, causing him to tense up. One of his hands comes up to the back of your neck to push your lips impossibly closer to his, while the other hand slides down your back to grip your ass under your shorts. The action of his greedy hands kneading your fatty muscle makes you groan against his mouth. 

The kiss speeds up and you can hear the both of you exhaling heavier. Making out with Eddie like this really is enough to create a layer of slick in your underwear. The kiss was so intense, you had to pull away and place your head to his own as you both caught your breath. 

Both your bodies feel too hot against each other now, you and need to shed some clothes. Rushing to quickly take off your shirt, you reveal your bra, leaving both you and Eddie shirtless. His eyes watch you with adoration, then he remembers he needs to take his sweats off. He sloppily shifts under you to tug his sweats down, tongue coming out and poking his upper lip while he focuses on his movements. 

He’s left in his plaid underwear while you’re now back to sitting on him, in your bra and shorts. You lean forward to return to kissing him, and his hand curves around the back of your neck, fingers gently touching the base of your skull. They feel so warm and so firm, yet so gentle on you.

You break the kiss just to bring your lips to the thin, and sensitive skin of his pulsing neck. His flesh is hot against the wetness of your lips as you scatter passionate kisses on him. He moves his head more out in the opposite direction, as if to ask for more attention on his neck. 

Your hot breath and wet lips against his neck makes his stomach flip. His hands are flat on the skin of your back, holding on to you as he begins to feel harsh sucks of his skin between your teeth. His body twitches from your hickeys, eyes rolling shut in pleasure. Suddenly, his mouth falls open and he lets out a gasp.

“Damn, sweetheart. You bit me.” he rasps, small smile on his face.

You grin on his neck and place a sweet, gentle kiss on your bite mark. “You liked it.” 

He gets butterflies at your observation, blood rushing to the semi in his underwear. He loves it when you bite him. Something about seeing the reddish pink teeth marks on his pale skin in the mirror just makes him feel giddy.

You kiss down his neck to his collar bone, leaving a bite just below the bone itself, where the skin is most thin. His eyes shut at the feeling, letting a small groan out before reopening them. Your kisses don’t falter at all. They eventually get down to just above his nipple, dirty thoughts now running through your own head as you look at the pink bud, now stopping your kisses. 

You look up at his large deep eyes, which have flickered down to your own, confused as to why you stopped kissing his skin suddenly. 

You ask him a question, revealing your thoughts, “Can I bite these too?”

He cant even find the words to answer you. He was already hoping you were going to do that, especially sine he’d be far too embarrassed to ask. He mentally curses at the shyness your question brings. 

He responds with a needy, breathy, singular word, almost too quiet to hear -- 

“please.”

Oh fuck, he’s so damn cute when he does that. 

Your wet lips wrap around his nipple, while you let your tongue come out to roll over his bud as you suck. His back jolts off the mattress as he feels the heat of your mouth on his sensitive nipple. 

His ringed hands make way to the back of your head and he breathes out a shakey exhale. You begin to use your teeth to ever so gently bite, testing out how much pressure he really needs since he’s sensitive. His face scrunches at the feeling, then soon relaxes when your teeth are replaced by your tongue. His hands that are on your head begin to lightly push your face further into his shaking chest, silently begging for you not to stop.

You release his nipple from your mouth, only to put the now flushed red bud back between your lips even harsher than before. Your mouth fills the air with sucking sounds until your teeth bite again, this time tugging the flesh out as far as it can go before snapping back onto his chest. 

“ah- ouch...” he whimpers. You look up as his face, expecting to see a pained one, but you’re surprised instead. His eye brows are arched downward at the edges, and his eye lids droop from arousal. His face looks fucking pornographic.

“You ok?” 

He nods. “Just sensitive.. but don’t want you to stop..” his voice comes out airy and light, quite a contrast from his usual self.

You move to suck on his opposite nipple, leaving a trail of kisses and hickeys on your way to it. You do the same to that one as you did to the previous. Each movement of your tongue and teeth draws out pained and pleasured noises from Eddie. His back arches and twists into your body.

Once you’re done, you place wet open mouth kisses up his body, leaving a trail of saliva until you reach his neck, kissing up the column of his throat once you get to his chin. You lift your head to look up into his eyes. 

“So....” you start, “why were you curious about my strap?”

He jokingly rolls his eyes. “Why do you think? Don’t get clueless with me, babe.” 

“I think... it’s because you wanna fucked ruthlessly by me, babe.” you mock him slightly, with a smile on your face. 

“Oh ‘ruthlessly’?” he challenges, but his voice is laced with playfulness. “Let’s see it then, y/n.”

“Yeah I’ll show you, alright.” You say playfully, lifting your torso up to slip your shorts off, now leaving you in only a bra and underwear.  “No mercy from me, Munson.” He likes it that way anyway. 

When you make your way back on top of him, you look down at Eddie. He’s eyeing your near naked body as he whistles flirtatiously at it.

“Pervert.” you tease.

“Whaaat? That’s never seemed to be a problem with you...” he says suggestively. 

You smile, "Shut up."

You lean your body forward to ghost your lips over his plump pink ones before letting them touch. Teasing him, you pull your head back each time he tries to kiss you deeper, harder, faster, rougher, anything he can try, but it all fails. Your hand moves down his torso, to his clothed lower body, but he’s too distracted by your teasing to focus on your hands.

He pouts at you, wanting you to let him kiss you. “sto- oh! Shit..”

Before he can finish pouting, your hand has already traveled under the hem on his underwear to grip his semi hard shaft. Once you do, you finally let his lips met yours firmly. You let him kiss you however he wants, and for him, that means a sensual kiss with tongue.

He starts to breath heavier through his nose due to the rushed kiss, as well as your palm groping on his hardening dick. His hands touch your bare back, squeezing at you above your rib cage, rings adding more texture to his warm large hands.

You break the kiss, feeling his saliva on your lips. The saliva from your mouth that was on his own pink tinted lips gets licked up by him.

“Take these off.” You say referring to his underwear.

He chuckles and responds to your order flirtatiously. “Yes ma’am.”

Your hips raise off him so you’re sitting up straight on just your knees as he slides his underwear down to his feet, shaking them off. You then swing your legs back so your thighs are behind his own, similar to a missionary position.

He’s now fully bare, underneath you, legs spread so you can fit between them while you’re only in your bra and underwear. You lean down and he automatically crosses his legs around your back to keep you close to him. Your head hovers inches over his face as your hand comes to slide over his throat, barely choking him. 

“Open” you say, eyes looking at his lips. 

He obediently open his mouth, tongue lolling out, eyes crossing to look at your own lips. You let spit fall from your pursed lips and land in his mouth. His blunt finger tips tighten their grip on your back, feeling completely wild at your dirty actions. You mutter a ‘good boy’ to him before you let your mouths meet for an extremely heated kiss. 

As you make out, you prop yourself up on your forearm while your other hand that was on his throat releases him and slides down his chest, finger tips lightly grazing over his pecs to his abdomen. His hands hold both sides of your head, then one of his arms snake around your neck, while his other palm holds your cheek. Your own palm then lays flat on his happy trail, coming to a halt from grazing his torso.

You pull your lips away from him. “Unhook your legs and spread them more.” you mutter against his lips. He releases your body from his legs, opening his thighs as close to the sheets below them as he can, allowing his hole to be better exposed for your hand. You lower your lips to kiss him again, rewarding him for his obedience. 

As you kiss him, your palm lowers even further, past his shaft. Your middle finger ghosts over his hole, making his hips jolt at the sudden contact. You smile into the kiss, now aware of the effect your fingers have on him. Your mouth then bites his lower lip, tugging it back so his mouth gapes open, allowing your tongue to slip in. Your middle finger returns to his hole, now applying more pressure.

You circle his rim slowly, making him inaudibly whimper into your mouth, sounds muffled into your kiss. His ringed hand on your cheek slides to the back of your neck, needing something to hold onto. His forearm that was slung over your shoulders is still there with his hand griping your skin, blunt nails pressing into the smooth flesh. 

His back is arching off the sheets. It curves into your torso, letting your nearly bare skin feel his own. You let the finger pad of your middle finger try to pry its way into his hole. He’s tight, but once the pad of your finger is swallowed, you slowly and gently wiggle it around to get him to loosen. 

You feel his breath speed up as well as his kissing. He was growing impatient and needy, something that always tends to happen when the pervert gets his ass played with. 

“more...” he says into your mouth, immediately going back to kissing. You let him for a short while until you pulled away from the kiss, looking into his eyes. 

“I have to get up and grab the lube then.” Your bag that you brought has both your strap and lube, but its on the floor at the edge of the bed. He fake pouts, lower lip coming to push as you get off of him to grab your bag. He misses your warmth and smiles once you return between his thighs. Your lube is being squeezed into your finger that was previously teasing him. You let it smear around as you sit up. Your butt is on your heels and thighs under his legs. 

You put the lube down and place your hand on his hip, while your lubed middle finger comes back to his hole. Your eyes look to his face as the pressure of your finger returns to him, wiggling its way half in. He blinks rapidly for a second as he adjusts, staring at your hand between his legs. You push your finger in all the way to your knuckle and he gasps, gripping your forearm on his hip.

He’s still a little tight, so you let your finger stay all the way in and move it around so his muscles can relax. Eddie’s eyes clench as his stomach flexes from the sensation. You just watch the whole thing through heavy eyelids, softly smiling at his reactions. 

As your forearm is still in his warm grip, he looks up at you. His face warms up at your stare, making him suddenly aware of the position he’s in. His lover is sitting up between his spread legs, while he’s completely exposed to her, with her finger curling in him, and he loves it. The way you look down at him while he’s completely exposed and open to you, reddish pink bite marks on his chest and hickeys on his neck. Even when you still have some clothing items on, it makes him aware of your dominance over him. 

Then fact that you’re in control- fuck, it makes him bite his lip and wish for you to wreck him. Still, he’s embarrassed by his thoughts. 

“Stop looking at me like that..” he utters quietly, voice wavering as it holds back a whimper.

“Like what?” your tone is patronizing. You begin to pull your finger out to the pad of your finger tip. Before he can respond, you slide it back in, interrupting his thoughts. You keep finger fucking him, feeling him relax more as you sped up. 

His mouth falls open, but before he can let a noise slip out, he tucks his lower lip under his teeth, preventing him from showing his true pleasure. Holding his moans back just makes you want to be rougher with him, until he goes from holding back moans to not being able to stay silent. You grab the lube again and pull your finger out. He sighs at the loss of contact.

You squeeze lube onto your middle and pointer finger, smearing it together on both. You slowly push both fingers in, rubbing circles on the back of his thigh with your opposite hand. He whines softly and his hands fist at the sheets under him.

“Almost there Eddie, just relax.” you try to soothe him as you pump your fingers in an out.

He groans a pitchy groan, getting impatient with your slow pace. He rolls his hips into your fingers, thighs closing towards each other by a few inches. His large hands now move behind his legs to grip your thighs, veins showing as he squeezes your skin. 

“Aw, pretty boy. You want something?” you cock your head to the side as you eye him. His large brown eyes look up at you as he nods meekly. 

“faster...” he croaks. 

You pump your fingers in and out of him faster, and his body reacts in the most erotic way. His legs start to spread open wider, automatically. His head slips back further into the pillows, exhaling deeply with open mouth breaths. His ringed hands slide off you to go on the under parts of his thighs as they squeeze the muscle there and spread himself more open. He finally lets his noises come out.

“mmm- ah fuck-!” he groans as he huffs out fast breaths. His ears turn a cute shade of pinkish red as he hears the wet sounds from his hole being fingered by you. His right hand releases his thigh as it comes down to touch his shaft, fucking his fist to the pace of your fingers. 

He looks at you, eyes needy, mouth open and panting. “Please fucking kiss me...” his voice is trembling. You lean down with a smile and pin your lips to his puffy pink ones. When your lips meet, he starts to fuck himself faster, groaning and whining into the kiss. His sloppy kiss, arching back, and speed of his hand under your stomach shows that he’s ready for something more.

As your fingers still pump in him, you pull your head back, hovering over his slightly red face. His breath fans on your mouth as he looks up with a haziness to him, only focusing on the pleasure he’s feeling. 

“Looks like you’re having fun.” you tease him, which pulls him out of subspace. He’s suddenly back to reality, bringing his unoccupied hand to his hair, bashfully covering his face with it. His head attempts turning to the side to go as far into the pillow as he can, which isn’t too far given his position.

“Aw Ed, you’re so cute,” your fingers stop moving inside of him. “but let me see you.”

He desperately needs the pleasure you bring him to come back, so he slowly moves his head back to face you, then tugs his curls away. He looks up at you though half lidded eyes pressing his lips into a flat line as he softly smiles. You could have sworn he almost looked stoned, just high of your fingers.

You smile at him, fingers now retuning to their pace, loosening him up even more. His eyes roll back just before they shut close. His mouth falls open as he lets out a raspy groan. 

“You want the strap now?” you question.

He nods rapidly. “Mhmm” is all he can say, sweet thing is just so lost in the pleasure already. 

You twist your torso and turn to grab the strap, slipping your fingers out of him. You undo the strap and it slip around your hips, fastening it around your upper thighs. You squeeze lube onto the dildo and lather it. Now that its adjusted to your body and slicked up, you place your hands on the thin skin below the back of his knees, holding his legs open. You let the tip of the firm semi-realistic anal dildo press up against his open hole. 

Both his warm hands move to your waist, his right one is still wet with his pre cum. Ringed fingers curl around your smooth skin to grip it as you settle between his raised thighs. You begin to roll your hips forward, pushing the dildo inside him while watching his face. 

His teeth grit at the pressure of his walls being filled. He can feel the small bumps and veins of the strap giving extra stimulation to him. He whines lowly, barely hearable. You slowly bottom out, the base of the strap now fully in him. 

“Are you ok, Ed?”

He nods. You take it as a sign to pull out to the tip, and push back in, nice and easy. You start with slow thrusts, fingers squeezing the back of his knees to steady yourself. He huffs with every roll of your hips, tongue darting out to lick his lips that dry a bit when he breathes out.

You begin to feel less resistance from the muscles in his hole, showing you that he’s starting to adjust to the size. Keeping your thrusts at their slow pace, you start slide out easy, but enter back punctuating harsher. His legs twitch in your palms at your sudden harshness. This makes his dark eyes open wide, looking up at the celling, then to you while you smile at him. 

His bangs are messy and his hair is scattered across the pillow under him, guitar pick necklace sticking to the sweat on his hickey covered chest. His fingers curl around your waist rougher, eyes now squinting in pleasure, blunt fingers digging into your sides. His mouth has fallen open, tatted chest rising as he pants. 

“hnngg, y/n- gonna go insane if you don’t - mmf” his moans interrupt him, “if ya don’t go faster, damn it.” he groans this time, glistening chest of his vibrating, causing your ears to warm up at his cute noises. 

He looks so fucking good under you. Eyes shut, holding on to you for dear life, face heating up- god damn it. He’s perfect. 

“Is that how you ask, Eddie?” your tone is soft and sweet, contradicting to your intentions and harsh thrusts.

“mmm..” he full on whines, such a needy and pornographic whine, so desperate for you to go faster. “please mommy... I want it... go faster...”

“There it is, good boy.” you praise.

Your hands move from off his thighs to his waist area of his lower body, pressing firmly on him to adjust your legs and change your angle so you can move faster. You begin to fuck him faster, breath speeding up to accommodate to your pace. His warm hands on your waist begin to feel damp with both of your light sweat mixing under his palms. His eyes shut harshly, beginning to feel a slight wetness at the base of his thick eyelashes. 

He reopens them to look up at you, eyebrows and eyelids downturned. “mmm fuck, thank you,” he moans out, trying to catch his breath at the same time. You cant help but smile down at him and think about how good submission looks on his fucked out face. 

Your thrusts don’t falter, keeping their moderate speed. His legs are still spread open, uncrossed around your body. They unsymmetrically lay out wide on either side of you, one twitching from the pleasure. He’s groaning, head turning to hide his face in the pillows. You notice how his dick isn't receiving any attention from his hand anymore. It’s still very hard, slight glimmering of precum at the pinkish tip of it. Your eyes move back up to his semi-hidden face. The pillow isn’t effective in hiding his shut eyes and slightly drooling mouth.

“Don’t hide your pretty face, baby,” you coo, “let me see it...” 

Eddie’s head slowly rolls, exhaling heavily through his mouth before it finally stills, facing you. A few curls from his bangs are wet at the tips, touching his forehead while the rest of his hair is pulled down the sides of his face, laying on the pillow thanks to gravity. The corner if his pretty pink mouth has a drop of drool, which you bend over to lick up.

You rise back up, still thrusting into him, seeing his body move back and forth with each thrust. You hold eye contact with him as your right hand moves off his side to grip his dick, starting to pump it firmly. His brown eyes can no longer stay open with the extra stimulation. 

“Fuck, Christ-” his back arches, trying to raise his dick further into your hand. “more, more...” he doesn't even know what he’s moaning for more of, he just feels so good and wants more of that pleasure. 

Your hips stop thrusting and your hand stop rubbing him, letting the strap-on stay still inside of him as you reach out for his spread open legs, ready to switch into a different position to give Eddie ‘more’ of whatever it is he’s babbling about.

His head lifts up from the pillow, pretty brown eyes look down at where you’re connected. “W-why’d you stop? What’re you doing?” he whines, sounding like he’s about to cry at the loss of stimulation. You ignore him while you press his thighs into his chest and lean forward, letting the backs of his knees sit above your shoulders. His lower legs and sock covered feet stick up in the air as you hunch into him.

“Stop whining. Take what you’re given, ok pretty boy?” you look down at him, a small smile creeps onto your face. He gets that familiar flutter of arousal in his stomach. Your commanding dominance paired with ‘pretty boy’, it’s enough to make him whisper a curse under his breath.

You’re putting him in a mating press, which automatically angles his hips up, slightly above the mattress so you can stimulate his prostate. Your hands are on the side of his head, careful to not trap his brown curls under them. His large eyes look at where you’re inside him as you slowly ease out and slide back in. 

“oooh fuck-” he groans, “that’s good... feels good...” This new angle and pace feels different to him, it won’t let him get all his words out. His inked arms cross over your neck, eyes no longer paying attention to your strap. You make eye contact with his droopy, pleasured, brown eyes and he lifts his chin for your mouth. Your lips meet for a shakey, sloppy, kiss.

Your thrusts speed up while your mouths are still connected, causing him to choke on a moan, letting his mouth wide open for a half second. You slip your tongue in, but he cant keep up with your kiss. He whines against your mouth, all the other noises he makes are muffled while his ringed hand clings to your scalp. He’s absolutely struggling to kiss you back, feeling too good at the sensation of getting fucked like this. Once your mouths finally separate, the muffled noises break free from his plump wet lips, and he rambles, unable to properly put words together.

“nnggh y/n, need more- mmm shit-! faster, harder, please...” 

“Shit Eddie, keep begging for me,” you begin to pant.

“Mommy... I need you...” he sounds absolutely pathetic, but he could care less. “...need you harder... harder, baby please-”

You ram into him harder before he can let anymore words out, making you completely flustered by his begging. He gasps and pants short heavy breaths over and over again. His full head of hair is whipping back, further into the pillow, completely exposing his bite covered neck to your lustful gaze.

“Good boy Eddie baby, sound so pretty for me.” you smile as you praise him.

The heat from your bodies being so close to each other makes you both sweat, but hearing his erotic noises makes you create a layer of slick in your underwear. Your strong thrusts and eye rolling speed makes his hips roll into your strap, attempting to match your pace.

One particular roll of his hips has him seeing stars due to the fact that he arched himself right onto his prostate, sending a rush of red hot tingles up and down his body. He looks down and uses his forearms against the mattress to help stable him as he curls his hips up again, lifting his pelvis higher to hit that same spot.

His toes literally curl in his socks, head whipping back, bringing his long hair with him. He tucks his plush lower lip under his upper teeth, trying to hold back tears of pleasure. His pornographic noises are muffled behind his mouth, but his face shows all. Seeing his half open eyes that cant even look at you anymore paired with his downturned dark eyebrows isn't good enough for you though. You need to hear how needy he is, how good he feels, all of it.

“Yeah? Right there, huh?” you taunt, tongue coming out to lick your lips.

He quickly nods his head, letting his damp bangs shake along with him. He  stops biting his lip and attempts to focus his eyes on you, blinking rapidly. 

“oh fuck, I love it...” his voices sounds raspy and low at first, but with his next words, it gets pitcher and higher with each request. “..keep going, please keep going, ah shit- shit!”

He officially cant keep his eyes open, face contorting and flinching with every shake of his body to your speed, stimulating his prostate. He cant keep his head still either, along with his now trembling legs. He huffs and pants through his wet, freshly bitten lips, creating even more heat between your faces. 

Lips tremble as he begs and cries for you, chanting your name and ‘mommy’ over and over again, and boy is he getting loud. Curses fall from his lips, his blazing hands move from the mattress to your back, blunt nails curling into your skin leaving minimal marks. His noises are starting to get too intense.

“Shut up, unless you want the whole park to hear you.” you sneer at the pretty mess of a man below you.

His heart actually skips a beat at the intensity of your words. Eddie gasps, choking on a moan as he desperately tries to hold his voice back.

“damn...” he very lowly mewls out, trying to stay quiet for you, but the idea of people hearing how good you make him feel... It sends a chill down from neck to spine. Eddie reacts to the thoughts you put in his head with a clench around your strap. 

You respond to his walls clinging to your dildo with a smirk. “Oh? You’d like that? Pervert.” You start to slow down your thrusts a bit, dragging out slowly all the way to the tip, and curling your hips back in, letting him feel every curve of the dildo-- a sensation you cant give him when you plow into him too fast. 

This helps him keep his voice low, for the most part at least. The pleasure of feeling every part of your strap on, slowly and sensually, drives the curly headed pretty boy to a new kind of crazy. His decorated hands on your back relax a little bit, but his face is pleading.

A devilish curl of your lips now paints your heated face as you taunt him, “You want everyone to hear you, huh?” He whines, but much pitchier this time. Your teasing is so cruel, yet so hot to his embarrassed ears. He got caught thinking perverted thoughts about you both, yet it’s making his dick twitch around underneath you. It’s making his chest heave, stomach flip, lips quiver. You start to thrust into him faster again, ending each thrust roughly, causing your skin to slap onto his own. His hands are searching over your body, trying to find a place to hold onto.

Your pace is unforgiving, making it harder for the pervert to stay quiet. “Go ahead, let them hear you.” you pant out to him, “You want that, don’t you?” Just like that, his noises come back. They’re flooding in the room and filling your ears. You notice tears at the lower lids of his eyes, just sitting there, welling up. It’s cute, it’s hot, it’s making you wet.

“Mommy, so good, ha-! fuck yes, right there..!” His legs are back to twitching besides you as he lets his words ramble out his gaping mouth. The sensation of his g-spot being hit over and over again makes his whole body heat up and quiver below you.

“Say my name.” you command from above him, “Let them know who’s fucking you this good.” His tongue is lolling out ever so slightly, eyes glossy and half open, rolling back into his skull. Eddie feels so good that he cant even remember his own name, let alone say yours. All he can do is make sinful broken moans.

“ah f-fuck, oh god...” he chokes on his own voice, stuttering and gasping, “hell yes.. yes, yes- mmm!” His mouth tries to form to the shape of your name, but his lip is quivering so much, it interrupts him.

“C’mon Eddie, almost there baby,” you grow impatient, “or else I’ll stop...” It was only a half empty threat, but it has him snapping out of it quick. He’s shaking his head, basically pleading for you to not stop.

He begins to finally speak clearly as your name falls from his lips several times, only speaking in half sentences. He cries out to you, “fuuuck me... gonna cum, gonna cum-!” You swear he’s loud enough for someone walking by to hear him.

A hand of his lifts off your body to go down and stroke himself, much faster than your thrusts. You can hear his wet dick and short breaths and he tries to near climax. 

Your head turns downwards, resting on his sticky forehead to get a view of him pumping himself. He looks so good like this, legs up above your shoulders, touching himself, dildo slipping in and out of him, full body twitching under you. 

You cant help it, words just naturally slip from your mouth, “Damn it Eddie, you look perfect... so fucking perfect.” 

Your words make him so flustered, driving him impossibly closer to his orgasm. He can barely get another stroke out before he’s squeezing his eyes painfully shut, cumming all over his stomach--which surprises you both. You weren't expecting him to finish so quickly after your sudden sweet compliment, but he does. Flattery works well with him, far too well, because he actually can’t stop cumming.

He’s so lost in his high, and you just keep fucking him through it, skillfully hitting his g-spot multiple times with each roll of your hips. His thighs tremble against your shoulders, and his unoccupied hand comes up to painfully grip the pillow above him. His shoulders have the tips of his hair clinging to them as they shudder from the intensity of the climax. Eddies groans of pleasure are raspy, like he’s losing his voice from all the noise he’s making. Your legs are tired, but you want to-- no, need to keep going. You need to see how long it takes him to milk himself out fully.

His creamy white fluid just keeps spilling past his knuckles and thick fingers, less and less with each pump, dripping to his pubes, still not coming to an end. He almost doesn’t seem to notice how much a load he’s blowing, at least not until his brown eyes open to see small puddles of his cum on his stomach, rolling down the sides of his abdomen. The relatively warm liquid begins to slide dangerously close to dripping on the sheets below him as he finally pumps out the last of his semen. Your hips still at the final drop leaving his leaky red tip.

“Holy fuck, man,” he breathes out quietly, damp eyes blinking lazily like the world is moving in slow motion, “that’s... a lot.”

You let out an out-of-breath chuckle at his observation, still looking down, foreheads still resting on one another. “mhmm, it’s hot.”

His already warm face suddenly gets warmer at your confession. You lift up off him, silicon still inside him as you sit up straight. You start to ease his legs down to the side, still trembling faintly in your hands. You place a kiss to the inside of one of his knees before laying them to rest on the mattress. You slowly pull out but he winces at the emptiness. 

His eyes still look a little heavy when you stare at his dazed face. “You ok?” you question, rubbing soothing circles on his inner thighs. He looks at you and nods.

His head barely lifts to look down at his abdomen. “jus’ feel like I should clean this off-”

“nah.” you interrupt. 

His pretty eyes meet yours again. “No?” he asks, lifting a confused eyebrow. You nod a him before you start speaking again.

“Leave it, plus-”

You bend down to place a peck on his lips, which makes your strap poke at his lower body for a short second.

“-I’m not done with you yet.” Eddies eyes flutter an ‘oh shit’ look, but you smile down at him, pecking his lips again. “How about a round two, Eds?” Your hand comes up to twist a piece of his slightly damp hair near his face, twirling it twice in between your finger. “Up for it?” your tone is sweet on him.

He softly gulps, all of his tiredness from earlier fades away at the thought of feeling another orgasm like the one you just gave him all over again. Eddies smile matches yours, cute dimples showing while he nods his head. “Oh absolutely, sweetheart.” he turns his face to your hand and places a sweet kiss to it.

“So.. how about you flip over onto your knees for me, hm?”

He lets you help him guide his body into the proper position. His large adorned hands are splayed out flat against the mattress below his dangling head of hair. His neckless sways with his curls as he moves his body, following your guidance. His knees are spread apart, opening his legs far from each other exposing his hole.

The position is unfamiliar to him, since he typically will have you like this more than you would ever have him like this. It makes him feel a little... ‘feminine’ but those thoughts are pushed away once he hears the familiar sounding cap of your lube popping off again. 

You sit up behind him and squeeze the lube onto the strap-on before realigning yourself to his entrance. Eddie is still sensitive from his previous orgasm so he really has to brace himself when you re-enter him carefully. 

You grip his hips and push yourself in, keeping him still and paying attention to his movements as you watch for any sign of pain. Luckily, this position of his hips makes it far easier to slip inside of him. Even with your gentleness and his already loosened hole, he still feels stretched out until his hole finally swallow up the base of your strap-on. 

“Damn Eddie, you swallowed me up so well.” you praise him as you slide out and then back in, gently. “My good boy.” you coo. 

Your praise makes him clench his jaw, but you referring to him as ‘my good boy’, with that possessive pronoun at the beginning? Fuck. That makes him get a swarm of butterflies.

His bashful thoughts are interrupted by his own stuttering groan when you slide out slow and ram back in faster, picking up your pace. All Eddie can hear is the short breaths you exhale as you fuck him, and his own quiet whimpers drowned out by skin on skin sounds. 

You slide your hand from his hip to over his flexing back, smoothing over the curves of his faint muscle, shoulder blades, and finally the back of his neck. His low hanging head now has your hand on the back of his skull, under his thick hair. Your fingers curl into his hair as you pull it back by the roots, forcing his head up.

He lets out a loud trembling groan at your harshness, feeling his eyes get hot as they clench shut. They slowly blink open, that familiar feeling of teary eyes surges through him, but fuck it turns him on. 

“ha- shit..” he croaks, throat dry from all his previous noises of pleasure from the round before. You hear him mumble something else, but its barely audible over all the sounds of sex flooding the room.

You semi-roughly yank at his dark hair in-between your rough fingers, making his whole head jolt backwards before moving back into place. “Speak up, pretty.” you instruct him, almost harshly.

Your fist tugging his scalp is making his back curve into an erotic arch. His locked elbows begin to faintly wobble out of balance as he tries to keep himself propped up in your grip. He repeats what he said louder for you, “so rough mommy.. fuckin’ love it.”

Your eyes widen at his words and you feel like your mind just stutters for a bit, until you quickly recover and speed up your hips. You bring your voice to a whisper, “Fuck, Eddie-” you huff. 

He’s moaning loudly at your new speed, fists balling up the sheets under them as his inked arms shudder, making his broad shoulders quake. His head being tilted back by your firm grip on his frizzy waves of curls lets you hear every whimper, whine, and moan. 

He lifts a palm to the his sensitive dick and rubs himself once again, trying to match your speed, but he’s so incredibly sensitive that he flinches from his own hand and swallows back a hiss. He quickly recovers and pumps himself again. 

Needy boy.

You notice his pulsing arm movements below his stomach. You release his hair and bring your hand back to his hips to keep your thrusts steady. His near teary eyes are now stinging with hot liquid sitting at his lower eyelids. His big eyes blink away the dampness, but they over flow, letting a hot tear slide down his sweaty red face. It stops at the corner of his open pink mouth that his noises are coming out of.

“oh f-fucking shit-” he gasps and lets a whine of your name fall from his lips. Eddies fist keeps pumping, but your legs are tired and your hips have to slow down completely, giving your burning body a rest. Your slow movinh hips let him once again feel all the textured bumps of the dildo, making his wet eyes roll. He grows impatient, needing you to move faster.

“y/n, d-dont stop, please-”

“nope,” you pant out of breath, “you’re gonna have to do it yourself for a while.”

He whines pathetically, “hnng, no y/n, please, I need you-”

“Then work for it, big boy.”

He groans, his fist stops pumping himself as he lowers his torso to settle down on his forearms, hair brushing over his skin and the mattress. Keeping his head up as he arches his back, he lifts his hips up high with your strap on still inside him.

He’s got the prettiest arch you’ve ever seen.

His head turns slightly to the side so you can see his side profile hidden behind his shaggy hair. He starts to rock his body forward and then back onto your strap. His hair shifts back and forth along with his sweaty body.

You just stare down at him with lustful eyes, hands occasionally caressing his skin, not interfering with his movements. You stay as still as possible between his widely spread legs. He starts to pick up his pace, attempting to mirror the pace you were giving him earlier. 

“Thats it pretty boy...” you coo, “there you go.” he can hear your devilish smile. Your tone is sweet,  but your torture of watching himself fail at trying to make himself feel as good as you can, and not even helping him, is damn near sadistic.

Eddie just cant seem to fuck himself like you do, and this make him visibly impatient. His fists ball up and he lets out whines of disappointment through his closed mouth. You decide to tease him by lazily moving your hips forward to match his weak pace, making your thrusts just as weak as his own. Although the muscles of his ass are firm, you can still notice some of the fat bouncing back to your slapping hips. 

Hot.

“mommy please, I can’t-” he starts to sob softly, voice fluctuating making his voice crack, “I can’t do it, give me more- fuck,”

You smile at his pathetic display, stopping your lazy fake thrusts which forces him to return to fucking himself on your strap on his own. You unclip your sweaty bra and slide it off your shoulders. You lean your torso forward as his hips still move under you, purposefully pressing your breasts on his glistening back while your arms are on the side of his own, holding your weight up. 

He feels your hardened nipples and swell of your breasts on his skin, but hates that he can’t see them. 

He clenches his jaw, “god damn it,” he groans through gritted teeth, “your tits... fuck, sweetheart.” Your head is next to his pink tinted ear as you turn to place your mouth only a centimeter away from it. You nibble and lick at his ear lobe and upper most curve of his ear, making him bite his lips to hold back a moan at the tingling sensation your warm wet tongue gives him. 

You whisper directly into his ear, breath fanning over the wet skin, “Bet you like that, huh pervert?” your tone is the most damn sultry and suggestive thing he’s ever heard. It drives him absolutely feral.

He can’t help it. He whines and absolute pitiful noise. He whines at your breasts on him, your words in his ear, your body heat on his own, your fake dick filling his hole that he’s still trying to fuck himself on.

He whimpers out to you, trying to regain his composure. “You’re mean.” he talks back, or at least tries to because his words stutter with his trembling lips.

You smile into his ear. “And you love it.” you tease him. But you’re right, he does love it. Even when you’re mean to him, his toes still curl.  

You lift your naked torso off him, moving your hands back to his hips. You start to thrust into him, for real this time, meeting the pace he set for himself. It’s a steady pace, but not what he was hoping for.

Before he can tell you to speed up, you are already doing so. Your hips basically crescendo, skillfully railing into him. His head lifts up, rolling back as far as he can get it, making his jaw hang open.

A noise comes out of him literally every few times your hips meet his bare ass. Seconds later, his head is hanging low again, just inches above the sheets, huffing curses and whines. He tilts his head to the side, letting you see his side profile, riddled with pleasure on his pretty face. He utters a few words to you, out of breath:

“pull my hair... please,”

Fuck. Eddie Munson is the cutest damn thing with the hottest masochistic tendencies. 

You bring your hand back to his course hair, finding his scalp and pulling his curls back while you pound into him. His hands grip into anything he can find below them. The sheets, the pillows, anything, just holding on for dear life.

His chin is lifting up, mouth staying open, letting out the prettiest groans. 

“hnng fuck,” his voice is scratchy and his words are starting to slur together, “so hot... when you do that..”

You then stop your hips and use your hand in his hair to guide his face to the pillows. His arms upper wobble as he lowers himself onto the softness, face laying flat to the side so one cheek is rested against it. He’s now fully faced down with his ass up, giving you a perfect view of his spread open and arched body.

He tries to question you, but he still can’t speak clearly. “wai- what’re... wha... doing..?”

“Shhh Eddie, just trying to get you more comfortable,” your hand slides off his hair and onto his firm back, keeping him pushed down. 

Your hips start up again, rough, hard, and fast thrusts, making him cry from the pleasure. His hot tears slide from his puffy fat of his lower eyes to the pillow case under his cheek, making small puddle drops. 

He wants to tell you how good you’re making him feel, how hot this is, how he feels like he’s gonna cum, but he can barely move his mouth. He’s only making sinful, incoherent noises, completely and utterly unable to form words now.

You look at his face, noticing how he tries to move his lips to speak but they don’t even touch. You can tell he wants to say something, but judging by the way his teary brown eyes begin to roll up and pinkish red tongue nearly comes out, you can tell he’s just feeling too good.

You decide to taunt him. “Aww baby, am I fucking you dumb?” you both can practically hear the prideful smile on your face.

He just drools onto pillow, mouth hanging wide letting open mouthed groans and whines fall through, no longer holding them back. His hooded and droopy eye lids hang over his brown eyes, seemingly unable to focus on a single thing. The angled down corners of his eyebrows give away the fact that he barely has any thoughts in that pretty head of his, only able to focus on how good you’re fucking him. 

He can’t speak, but the sight below you gives you enough of an answer:

You’re fucking him absolutely stupid.

“You look like you’re about to cum Eddie,” you speak, “gonna cum for me?” he attempts to nod, but it comes out shakey. 

“Gonna make another mess, baby?”

“hnnn-” he whines, trying to close his mouth together. 

“That’s my good boy.”

His hands curl into the pillow, knuckles going white as his face practically drowns in salty tears and thick drool. His eyes are squeezing shut so tightly that his vision goes white. His mouth starts to move again, rambling curses and high moans. He wails out ‘mommy’ repeatedly, with an occasional ‘fuck’ slipped in. He’s so close. He feels that heated tingling feeling in his stomach again, making his eyes snap open.

This time, he doesn’t even need to touch himself to help him cum. He spilling his load all over the sheets below him automatically, shaft lifting and twitching with every spurt. His groans go from high and pitchy, to deep and strained. You know he’s cumming now so you keep thrusting, fucking him through it until he goes quiet.

Once done, you both freeze in place, taking deep fast breaths through your mouths as you calm your rapidly beating hearts. 

You look down at him, and he looks like an absolute mess, which slightly concerns you. You pull out, which makes him wince and you utter a quick apology as you try to shuffle out of your strap so you can check on him. Once its slipped off your body, you crawl to his side while his ass is still in the air. You help his shaking legs move with just one hand, guiding his knee to come out to the side so one leg is out bent against the mattress, and the other lays straight. 

He settles onto his smaller puddle of cum below him, which would make him cringe on any other occasion but at the moment, he’s far too tired.

You brush his sweaty curls away from is face and rest your palm lightly on his cheek. Your thumb swipes over some wetness on it, probably a tear.

“You ok, honey?”

His world is once again moving in slow motion though, so he just slowly blinks his wet eye lashes. 

“...mhmm, ‘m fine.” He speaks tiredly. you lift your head to kiss the wet streaks on his face, and then his lips. 

“You did so good hun, that was fun.” you smile at him.

“That was hot.” he corrects. 

You giggle. “You sure you’re ok though? I though I was pretty rough.”

His ringed fingers come up to rub at his eye while his head shifts to a more comfortable position, still facing you. “That’s the best part,” he smiles boyishly, “I prefer you merciless, y/n. One hundred percent.”

You shyly roll your eyes, secretly appreciating that he prefers you rough with him. “Gosh, you dork.” 

He laughs through his nose, finding you so cute when you get flustered. His hand lifts to brush his fingers over your face, then slide to the back of your neck, pulling you to his face, about to kiss you. 

“But you love me.”

“Sure do.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.●∘◦❀◦∘●.* :☆ﾟ. ───

“flattery works with me.” yes it does, you praise kink having son of a bitch. 

Twt link 🙈 how I imagined his arch

anyways y’all, this was 9.8k words 🧍🏽‍♀️ im too horny for a man that doesn’t exist. let me know what details you liked best, and i LOVE when yall reblog with your thoughts so feel free to do so :)

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Bend us, Break us Pt. 3 ~Sub!Larissa Weems xSub!Morticia Addams xFem Dom!Tall!Shapeshifter!Reader

Anon request—(Morticia loves being manhandled during sex and moved by Reader into the position Reader wants her in, Morticia loves being carried upright, legs wrapped around readers waist, arms around readers neck and head tucked into neck, doesn’t care where y’all are will just jump into ur arms and snuggles into you, been that way sinceur time at Nevermore together, Same with Rissa but she loves being carried bridal style and curled up with head tucked into readers neck. What sets Reader off is when she peaks into Rissa's office and sees them masterbating side by side but they don't know Reader saw till she gets home)

Link to Part 1 Part 2 & Part 4

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warning: NSFW, 18+!!, masturbation, voyeurism, voyeurism kink, kink talk, daddy kink, manhandling kink…?, edging, teasing, etc.

Part 3 of a mini series

Enjoy (;

“Well how about we try your way first, hmmm Mon Amour? And if it doesn’t work, we do my way.” Morticia suggested with a grin while batting her eyes at the tall blonde.

“Alright…” she sighed, giving in to her lover.

~~~

The next time you were called into Larissa’s office which yet again was at the crack ass of dawn, you yet again found both women sitting in nervous silence. You plopped down on the chair adjacent to Morticia’s and across from Larissa.

“Fancy seeing you here…” you teased.

But with one look from Larissa, you saw something was the matter.

“What’s the matter?” You immediately asked, concerned.

Morticia raised her brow towards Larissa as if telling her, Your idea, you get to try it…

Larissa took a breath before beginning, “We want you to fuck us, Y/N, please.”

Your eyes shot up with how direct Larissa was being.

“Y/N…?” You tauntingly questioned the blondes choice of word.

Larissa gulped and squirmed in her seat.

“We want you to fuck us, Daddy…” she breathed out.

You hummed in satisfaction.

“And what else do you want me to do to you…? Do enlighten me some more of your dirty little fantasies…” you purred, glancing to both Larissa and Morticia.

Both Larissa and Morticia gulped.

If they were gonna be straight forward, you could to.

Morticia wore a shocked expression that could only be read as, Damn ‘Rissa. You were right. At first, neither woman spoke.

“Come on… you are two very capable, able speaking stunning women. You can use your words for Daddy…” you purred, making them both blush at your twisted taunting praising.

For the first time, Larissa and Morticia were speechless… Morticia bit her lip, looked down, and was the one to break the silence,

“Want you to hold me, Daddy…want to straddle your waist…” Morticia whimpered.

You hummed in satisfaction.

“Good girl…” you purred, “What else…?”

“Wanna be held to, Daddy…want you to carry me bridal style…” Larissa whimpered.

Amazing how quickly these two women fell apart…

You hummed in delight.

“Want you to be rough…” Morticia nearly whispered.

This pricked up your senses.

“What was that? Speak up for Daddy, good girl…” you taunted.

Morticia’s breath hitched at the nickname which both her and Larissa had told you made them melt on the spot.

“Manhandle me, Daddy please…” Morticia whimpered.

“Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you, baby…” you said with concern.

“I’m a good girl, I can take it…” Morticia whispered.

You hummed in response.

“Let me think about ok? Don’t want my good girl getting hurt because of me…” you purred.

At that, both women shot their heads up.

Think about it??

So you weren’t fucking them right now?!

At that, you left the office, leaving the two sitting there, stunned.

“I thought it was going so well…” Larissa breathed out, once she’d regained her speech.

She looked at her counterpart who was grinning with a devilish glink in her eye.

“As much as I am disappointed that we’re going to have to wait a while longer, I believe this means that it’s my turn, ‘Rissa…” Morticia purred.

Larissa sighed in defeat, “Yes Tish’… What did you have in mind?”

Morticia had a wicked smirk plastered on her face.

~~~

“I’m sorry, what…?” Larissa uttered after hearing Morticia’s idea.

“It’s simple ‘Rissa. We fuck right here and record it and send it to Y/N. She’ll have to pay attention to us then.” Morticia re-explained.

“No no, I heard you the first time, ‘Tish… It’s just… Do we really want to break her rules…?” Larissa hesitantly whispered.

“We made a Deal, Mon Amour…” Morticia warned.

“Alright, but we’re both submissive…” Larissa gave in.

At that Morticia’s face lit up and she pulled out her phone and began recording, “Mon Amour, why don’t you show Daddy how you touch yourself when Daddy won’t attend to you….” She purred wickedly.

Larissa’s breath hitched but she very quickly caught on, standing up and perching herself on her desk right in front of the camera. She rolled up her dress and teasingly removed her knickers, before running a finger through her soaked folds with a shudder.

“Fuck Daddy…” Larissa moaned out as she began pumping and curling a finger inside her throbbing cunt.

“That’s right Mon Amour… Fuck your making me so wet…” Morticia groaned, who then turned the camera around to show herself skillfully teasing her clit and spewing little moans of pleasure.

Both women continued their administrations, recording it all, but little did they know… you had stayed right outside Larissa’s cracked open door, watching their every single move…

When you had seen enough to cause you to soak through your knickers, you walked off with a ache in between your legs and one determined thought,

Larissa and Morticia were going to pay for that bratty act…

~~~

Part 4 of Reader confronting Larissa and Morticia 😏

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Just A Taste

(Steven Grant x f!Reader)

Smut

TW: dom!Steven, sub!Reader, mentions of dom/sub relationships with Marc and Jake too, bondage, blindfolding, established safeword

Description: Steven is bothered that Marc and Jake get to have all the fun domming you, so he decides to see what it's like with you.

A/N: here you go @johnny-simpfinger!! Enjoy your dom!Steven fic :))

18+ READERS ONLY, MINORS DNI

Steven had seemed off. He had been fronting for most of the day and the entire time he didn’t seem like himself. When you would catch a glance at him, he would look deep and thought, almost as if something was weighing on him. 

You were taking it easy that day after a particularly long night with Jake that left you sore all over. There were bruises and hickeys around your neck and thighs just from how rough he was, but that was typical for Jake and you loved it. Steven always seemed a bit worried that Jake and Marc were a bit rough with you in the bedroom, but that wasn’t the case this time around.

You and Steven sat on the couch, reading your books in silence. Steven’s eyes occasionally wandered from the page over to you, always making sure to avert his gaze before you could notice. But you did notice. Something was wrong, you knew it.

“What’s wrong, Steven?” You asked while putting a bookmark on the page you were on.

“Hmm?” Steven hummed, not breaking his focus from his book.

“You’ve been acting weird all day. What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

Steven looked up at you shyly, placing his book down on the coffee table with a sigh. “It’s nothing, love.”

“It doesn’t seem like nothing.” You moved closer to him, taking his hand in yours and rubbing circles into his skin. “What’s on your mind?”

“Promise you won’t judge?” 

“Of course not.”

Steven let out another heavy sigh and stared down at his lap. “I see the way they are with you and I… I just wish I could do the same.”

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your brow in confusion.

“Marc and Jake… I’ve seen the way they, ya know, pleasure you. I want to do the same, I just… don’t really know how.”

“Oh,” It clicked in your head. “Why didn’t you tell me, Steven?”

“I dunno, I just felt like you don’t really see me as… dominant.” Steven’s cheeks turned pink as he looked up at you.

“How long have you been thinking about this?” 

“A little while now, I guess. Kinda stupid, innit.” 

“It’s not stupid at all and if it’s something you want to try, I’m more than happy to help you get a taste of it.” You smiled and slid into his lap. “First, we need to come up with a safeword. It’s gotta be something that won’t come up in usual conversation, like a fruit that you absolutely despise or a place that you’ve never been. And if either of us says the word while we’re doing the deed, we both stop what we’re doing.”

“Oh, guess I hadn’t thought that far into it.” Steven admitted and began to think. “What do Marc and Jake use?”

“Well, Marc and I use the word ‘Peaches’ since we both hate peaches. Jake… Jake’s a little more intense so we use the stoplight system with a few others tacked on. Yellow for slow down, red for stop and go into immediate aftercare, and then blue for medical emergencies, just in case anything happens. But I think that we should come up with something just for me and you, something original.”

“Hmmm… What about ‘Celery’. Never really cared for it much really.” Steven chimed. 

“‘Celery’ it is then.” You smiled. “And even if you feel uncomfortable and want things to stop, you can use the safeword, okay?”

“Alright.” 

You leaned down to kiss Steven’s lips softly and he wrapped his arms around you, drawing you in closer. It wasn’t long before his kisses got more greedy and his hands were traveling down to give your ass a nice squeeze. He admired your features and when he got needy, he couldn’t help but touch you. You could already feel his erection brushing up against you, just aching for your touch. 

You pulled away from his lips breathlessly, standing up and grabbing at his hand. “Bedroom?”

Steven nodded as you tugged him along, rushing over to the bed just so you could kiss him again. You began to pull at the hem of his shirt, helping him take it off as you fell onto the bed with him hovering over you. The two of you shuffled around, trying to get your clothes off as quickly as possible between sloppy kisses.

You were helping Steven with his belt when he suddenly looked over to the mirror. He was clearly having a conversation with Marc and Jake, so you watched him in curiosity. Finally, when he came back to reality, he just smiled down at you. 

“Everything alright?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He grinned, the ideas formulating in his head. “Let’s get you out of these.”

Steven helped you out of everything except for your panties, leaving the best for last. By then he was only in his boxers, his erection clearly poking out. He leaned down to kiss you once again, his hands roaming your curves and grazing all over you.

His lips made their way down to your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin, marking you up as much as possible. You were his just as much as you were Marc and Jake’s and he wanted everyone to know that by the marks he left on you. He began to trail further down your body, pausing to give your breasts some attention. One of his hands played with one breast while his mouth worked on the other. 

“Steven.” You muttered breathlessly. 

He hummed in response, his tongue swirling around your nipple and then nipping at the bud with his teeth. Your small little moans only made him want to pleasure you more and fuck, he was good with his mouth. His head started to go lower, leaving kisses on your stomach until he finally settled between your thighs, nipping at each one. But he didn’t go any further, which was driving you wild.

“Steven, please.” You begged, craving his talented mouth on your center.

“What is it that you want, my love? Hmm?” He asked, his voice dripping with lust and darkness. He planted a kiss on your inner thigh before looking up at you. “Use your words.”

“Can I please have your mouth? Please?” You muttered, your stomach bubbling as you felt his hot breath between your legs. 

“Gonna have to beg better than that to get what you want, dear.” He hummed and went back to kissing your thighs.

“Please, Steven. Please can I…” You paused as he kissed your clothed folds. “Can I please have your tongue on my pussy?”

“Mmm, of course you can.” 

He quickly slid your panties off of you and went to work, licking up your folds before swirling his tongue around your clit. You were quickly reminded about how skillful he was with his mouth as he licked and sucked on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hand quickly gripped his hair, guiding his head to all the right places. 

Steven’s hands gripped your thighs to hold you in place as he continued to pleasure you. Fuck, this man was going to be the death of you. You could already feel the tension building up in your stomach just waiting to boil over. 

Your grip on his hair got tighter as you bucked into him. The sensation was so overwhelming for you and he could tell, but he didn’t stop for a second. He couldn’t help but slip a finger into you, pumping it in and out slowly as his tongue sucked on your clit. 

“So good for me.” Steven hummed. “Good girl.”

Those words struck a familiar chord within you. It was the first time hearing it from Steven, which made sparks ignite in your belly even more. You were his good girl. His only good girl. 

“Fuck, Steven, I need to cum.” You breathed out. “Please can I cum?”

His finger curled inside of you as he hummed against your center. “Cum for me, love.” 

You bucked into him again, letting everything go and falling into euphoria. He let you ride the waves of pleasure while still working his tongue and finger. When you started to come down from it all, his finger and mouth left you to kiss up your body, ending at your lips. You kissed him back, all blissed out and happy.

“My good girl.” Steven whispered. “Think you could cum for me again?” 

You nodded with a smile and he leaned down to kiss you again. He paused for a moment, looking over to the mirror again to listen to the other two and sitting up. Steven looked back at you for just a moment and then slid off of the bed, maneuvering over to the closet.

“If you’re looking for Jake’s box, it’s to the right.” You chuckled. “It’s the black one. The big one.”

Steven rummaged through the box of wonders for a moment, likely trying to decide on something that wouldn’t be too overwhelming for the both of you. He glanced back at you quickly and then back down at the box. 

“Close your eyes for a minute.” He ordered.

You obliged, shutting your eyes and resting your head on the pillow. You waited for a minute, listening to him go through the box and pick a few things out. It wasn’t long before you felt him climbing on the bed again. 

“I’m gonna blindfold you, love.” Steven said.

You tilted your head up so he could slip it on easily. He hummed in appreciation and adjusted it, making sure you weren't able to see. It was only time before he was lifting your wrists and handcuffing you to the bed. Tonight Steven was in full control and it was very clear.

“Mmm, you’re so pretty like this. All restrained for me.” Steven hummed and let his hand slide down your body. “Guess it’s my turn to have some fun, innit?”

Steven’s hot breath was fanning over your neck just enough so you knew where he was. You craved his touch so much and yet you didn’t have it or know when you would have it. He nipped at your neck while his finger slid up your folds. 

“Always so wet for me, darling.” He chuckled. “I bet you I could slide right in without a problem, just like… this.”

You felt one of his fingers slip right into you and curl. Chills of pleasure ran up your body and you gasped. He slowly worked your walls, making sure to hit all of those sweet spots on the way.

“So good for me.” Steven whispered. “I bet you could cum all night long on my fingers, but I think you’d like to cum on somethin’ else, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded quickly and bit your lip. The thoughts were moving so quickly in your brain that you completely forgot to respond.

“Do you want my cock inside you, darling?” He asked against your ear.

“Yes, please.” You muttered.

“Tell me how badly you want it.”

Oh, fuck.

“Please, Steven.” You whined. “Please I need it so bad.”

“Mmm, you can do better than that. Come on, love, beg.”

“Please, can I please have your cock in me Steven? Please, I need it so bad. It’s all I want. Please.”

“Mmmm, much better.”

His finger left you only to be replaced with something much bigger and longer. You hissed and adjusted to his length, loving how easily he filled you up. Steven grunted and began to thrust slowly, his hot breath fanning over your face. 

“Oh, fuck.” He moaned. “That’s good, good girl. Taking me so fucking easily.”

You tugged at your restraints, wanting just to reach out and touch him as he fucked you slowly. Part of you wanted to see him dominating you, but the other part of you loved the sensations that came without being able to see him. Either way, he made you feel so good. 

“Steven, fuck, right there.” You moaned. 

You felt his hand gently wrap around your throat as he began to thrust into you harder and faster. Your body tingled with pleasure and you could feel the familiar tension bubbling in your stomach again.

“All mine.” Steven growled. “All fucking mine.”

“Steven, fuck,” You mumbled, so overwhelmed with the feelings inside of you.

You could feel his thrusts starting to become more sloppy as he breathed heavier. You could almost feel how close he was just by the way he felt inside of you. There was no denying it, you wanted his seed inside of you. 

“Oh gods, I’m gonna cum.” Steven moaned out. “Cum with me, love. Please, fuck.”

The tension in your stomach boiled over and you tensed, causing him to release right inside of you. You both rode the waves of your orgasms, bucking into one another to make the feeling last. Steven kissed your lips, humming as he began to come down. You felt him pull out of you and flop on the bed next to you.

“Steven?” You called out.

“Yeah?” He asked breathlessly, then realized. “Oh, shit, sorry.”

He quickly uncuffed you and removed your blindfold, making sure to kiss you sweetly before laying back down. You moved over to rest your head on his chest and cuddle him. Steven played with your hair and kissed your forehead, grinning widely.

“Thank you for that, love.” He sighed happily. 

“How was it? Did you like having a taste of being a dom?” You smiled up at him.

“Oh yeah, I liked it. I’d like to do that more often if that’s okay with you.” 

“I’d love to.” You hummed. “We’re going to have to get you your own toy box though. Jake might stab us both if he finds out that you went through his special box.”

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[puffpasstea]

For the overstimulation thingy, do what you want i love anything you write

here you go, my dear. I hope you like it 🥹 please let me know what you think. Thank you so much for reading. warnings: dom!Harry, smut, overstimulation. ——

She stared up at the ceiling with foggy eyes, blinking rapidly. The consequences of what she’d done slowly sinking in. Instant regret bubbled in her chest. Her orgasm hadn’t even been worth it. She thinks she was too desperate to really take her time and make herself feel good. Or maybe she’d been too harsh with her finger. Perhaps too quick with her movement. The whole affair had been underwhelming. But at least she managed something. 

She’d felt needy and worked up all day. Perhaps it was the knowledge that Harry was home, literally, a staircase away, in his home office, that had her feeling so insatiable. He was right there but so inaccessible. It drove her crazy. She rolled over onto her side, tucking herself under the covers, and thinking about the love of her life. How their schedules hadn’t lined up in a while, how much she’d missed him. Her post-orgasm haze turned into a submissive neediness the more she dwelled on how little time they’d had for each other lately. It made her feel cold and sad, she clutched the edge of the duvet in her hand, leaning over to Harry’s side of the bed, seeking any lingering remnants of his scent. 

“Babe? You asleep?” She heard Harry’s soft voice as he slinked into the room on his tiptoes, afraid to wake her. 

Her eyes snapped open. “No, H. Just laying in bed.” She smiled up at him, and even from the doorway, he could see that her eyes were glazed over. 

“You alright, sweet girl?” 

“Mhm. Just miss you.”

Harry sat on the bed next to her, leaning over to get closer, but she immediately avoided his gaze. He tried once again, this time attempting to his her lips, but she tilted her head, offering him her cheek instead. 

“‘S the matter?” His brows furrowed in disappointment. 

“N-nothing.”

“No- there’s somethin.’ Why won’t you look at me? Hmm?”

She knew Harry wasn’t going to be too happy with her once she told him. He cheesily always joked that her orgasms needed to be handmade and delivered by him and only him. Whenever he was feeling mor dominant, he’d even say that he owned her cunt and her pleasure, and no one, not even herself, could violate that. Either way, not touching herself without his permission was VERY important to him. 

“I- uh. It’s been a long day, and-“

Thinking that she’d had a rough time at work, or something, Harry had started kissing on her, gently rubbing her sides, trying to make her feel better. 

“I, hmmm” she sighed, feeling her body relax at his soft touch. But she needed to get it over with quick. Strengthen her resolve without his big beautiful eyes digging into her soul. “I, umm, masturbated to get myself to calm down.” The words rolled off her tongue too quickly, coming out as one incoherent noise. But Harry’s ears had perked up. He’d heard enough to know what she’d said. 

Harry paused his kissing, taking a moment to process her confession before he went back to kissing down her body again. She was dumbfounded. She’d half expected him to pounce on her. Tie her up and spank her ass bloody. Or fuck her mouth to get himself off and “even the score.” Or at the very least harshly scold her and call her a needy whore. When none of that followed she found herself involuntarily rambling. “It didn’t even feel that good. I hated it. Wash just so- uh- so horny all day and I missed you and you were busy. I didn’t wanna bother you. I saw Jeff’s car outside. Knew you were having a meeting, and, I just. Just wanted to feel good. I’m sorry.” Her rant went on for a moment, Harry concealing his laugh and doing his best to keep ignoring. 

“You wanna feel good, darlin’? We haven’t had much time for ourselves lately, have we?” 

She shook her head. 

Harry looked up at her through his lashes, pulling her shorts down slowly. “I haven’t been takin’ care of my girl, have I? Felt needy and I wasn’t there to help. Poor baby.” He pressed a kiss to her thigh, hooking his fingers into the band of her panties, causing her to gasp. “Well, I’m here now, honey. Let me make you feel good.”

He peeled the underwear off of her body, tossing it to the side of the bed. His soft lips found her already wet folds, kissing them delicately before his tongue started licking into her. He had her squirming, bucking her hips, and pulling on his curls in no time. “Cum.” He demanded, his breath hot against her clit as she came undone, Harry licking her through the aftershocks of her climax. 

He finally tore himself away from between her thighs, his lips and chin glistening with her arousal. He made a dramatic slurping noise. “Always taste so good for me.” He smiled, making her blush and quickly look away. Harry climbed further into the bed, resting his back against the headboard and patting his lap. “C’mon.”

“W-what?” She’d assumed her orgasm was the end of it. But he clearly had other plans. 

“On your tummy, hurry up.”

Her body still weak, she scrambled to get into position for him. She knew he wouldn’t let this slide without a punishment. She braced herself for feeling the sting of his palm and ring-studded fingers against her bare bum, squeezing her eyes shut. She shrieked in surprise when she felt his fingers on her cunt instead, pumping through with a finger rubbing against her clit.

“fuckkkk, Har- Ahhhh” her second orgasm hit faster and harder, she moaned out incoherent words, twisting her hips as she let the pleasure wash over her. 

She felt Harry’s legs spread open underneath her as she laid there, catching her breath. Soon enough, she understood why. In no time, he had her sitting between his legs, her back pressed against his chest, arms snaked around her waist to keep her in place and his hands, once again, find her extremely sensitive cunt. Harry’s lips stayed by her ear, whispering obscene things into her ear as he worked her up against her will. “P-please. No more. I’m s-sorry. I was bad. I’m sorry. I-“

“Hush now. Take it like a good girl.”

She felt her sensitivity grow the closer she got to her next climax. “It- h-hurts. Hurts. Too much. I’m s-scared. Please.”

“Aww, baby. Scared? Thought you wanted to come, my love?”

She knew what he was playing at. The humiliation adding to her pleasure, and to her struggle. 

“Ffffuuckkk. I’m cumingggg—-“

“Good. Cuz I’m just gettin’ started.”

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[kazuwhora]

— BLOODLETTING

⨳ WARNINGS. dom!reader, fem!reader, though no use of pronouns for reader, wlw/nblw, fingering, teasing, bloodplay, non wlw or nblw dni please and thank u

⨳ WORD COUNT. 1.7k

⨳ NOTE. I suck at ending fics, so deal with it. this is also my many times changed submission for me and @eijirhoe‘s dom!reader collab and my own pride collab!

POWER IS TOUGH— she’s the blood fiend, afterall. she’s tough and loud, running her mouth every chance she gets, priding herself on her ‘wins’ with a huff and a smirk to match.

she’s tough until your hand brushes her skin, or toys with the ends of her hair. she’s tough until she’s sat beside you, and your hand rests on her thigh just high enough to make her shift in her seat. then? she’s putty in your hands.

her face turns beet red the further your hand slips, running your fingers along the hem of her shorts until she can barely look your direction without breaking into a nervous sweat. she’s rather quiet, for her, refusing to acknowledge your wandering hands as they creep up to toy with the zipper of her shorts.

“whats wrong, pretty? cat got your tongue?” you tease, smirking as you bask in the success of your efforts.

power’s face contorts with frustration as her brows furrow and she crosses her arms in front of her.

“nuh uh!” she shakes her head until her hair falls over her shoulders just enough to hide the embarrassment that tints her cheeks. “you’re just annoying!” she huffs again, this time making even more of an effort to hide her expression from your taunting gaze.

annoying might be the word to describe it, but there’s something so pleasing about watching her scramble to defend herself— desperate to prove she’s not weak, even when there’s nothing she can do under your grip, even if she wanted to.

“oh?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you tug the zipper up and down, watching her eyes focus and move with the motions of your hands. you’re careful with the button, working slowly as her breathing becomes heavier the more you tease. “you think I’m…. annoying?”

it takes all the energy she has to nod her head, and her eyes squeeze shut before she manages to respond.

“mhm. yep. you’re…..” power pauses as your fingers pull the belt rings of her shorts, slipping them down to her ankles with ease and she presses her thighs together with anticipation.

“I’m?” you taunt, letting your fingers press against her puffy cunt through the fabric of her panties. “spit it out, princess. I’m what?”

“a-annoying…”

power’s voice is reduced to a whisper— her lip nearly trembles as she chokes the words out, refusing to look your way the more and more you push against her.

“hmmm” you sigh, stopping the circles of your fingers as she nearly whines for more. “can annoying people make you feel good, power?”

her lips part in response, but you cut her off before she can speak as you slip your fingers past her panties and circle her clit with your thumb. the other fingers tease her cunt— she’s already so wet for you and you’ve barely done anything, but she’s always been weak for you. she’s always been your pathetic little slut.

feeling her thighs press together, feeling the way her body quivers every time you tease her, it nearly drives you crazy if not for the facade you have to put on around her just to have your way. she’s always been one to challenge you, but the second you open your mouth— the second you humiliate her, she’s awfully quiet.

“not one for talkin’ hmm?” you coo. power looks away, giving in to your efforts as her chin drops to her chest in defeat. “that’s okay pretty, I’ll take care of you all nice, m’kay?”

you lean your body across hers, tilting her chin up with your free hand as she stares back at you with glassy eyes and nods. you can’t help but want to ruin her, to make her beg for more— beg for you as she struggles to keep her composure. you cant help but slip your fingers past her folds, losing yourself in the way her cunt tightens around you, and the hunger is far too intense to satiate.

“so tight for me” you giggle, pumping your fingers the best you can while your thumb stays pressed against your clit. you want to taste her so bad, but the ruse is too entertaining to give up now.

power doesn’t know how to shut up— that much, you know. she doesn’t know how to shut up, and she can’t keep herself from whining the deeper you push inside her as she thrashes her body and squirms in your grip.

there’s a hiccup in her breath as she writhes against you, each time pulling a whimper from her throat as you watch her struggle to keep her composure— she’s never been good at it anyways, and you can’t help but take pride in watching her fall apart from even the tiniest bit of pleasure.

“hurry up” she whines, pressing the back of your hand as if to beg for more.

“hurry up? and waste enjoying watching you like this?” your voice taunts here with ever slow curl of your finger inching up her velvet walls and you giggle every time her body clenches around you.

“shut up!” power hisses back as she digs her nails into the back of your hand, using her other arm to pull you flush against her body before her voice continues to mumble into the crook of your neck. “shut up shut up shut up!”

you can’t help but giggle— watching her unfold before your eyes into a pit of both denial and pleasure at once is satisfying, but a sharp pain in your neck pulls you from your enjoyment as power’s teeth dig into your skin. the deeper your fingers curl, the deeper her teeth dig as her broken whimpers hum against your skin and almost make up for the throbbing sensation across your skin.

she’s close to you now— pressed against your chest as you try your best to ignore the drops of blood she desperately licks from your skin as her teeth rest just on the surface.

“is that how this is gonna be, pretty?” you hum, stopping the motions of your finger as she frowns and pulls away with frustration.

the pout on her face is almost too much to deny, but the warmth of the blood against your skin and the tiny crimson stains in the corner of her mouth remind you of your purpose.

“fine then— if you’re gonna be this way, m’not going easy on you”

your hand pushes against her chest until her back is pressed against the cushions. there’s a softness to her like this— it’s almost infectious, and you let your fingers relax just for a moment as she whimpers against your lips.

“not fair” she whines, struggling and shifting her body as your fingers barely move an inch inside her.

“not fair?” you repeat, watching her frown with a raised brow.

“nuh uh— not fair!” her body shifts again with her whines, desperate for you to keep going and you manage to hold yourself back just long enough to fulfill your satisfaction and taste for control.

“alright, let’s be fair then, hmm?”

your whispered words nearly send shivers up power’s spine as her head presses back against the sofa and her eyes squeeze shut with anticipation. you start slow, curling your fingers and pressing against her velvet walls as she clenches around you. its a slow, sensual rhythm that nearly drives her mad, and with every stroke of your hand comes her legs that press together and shift as you push your fingers deeper and deeper once again.

“you’re gonna cum for me, you can do that can’t you, power?” her name slips off your tongue so easily, and yet the syllables get caught in the air and she barely notices you’re even talking. “tell me you’re gonna cum for me” you hiss, this time making sure she can hear you as your thumb presses against her clit pulling a whimper from her lips.

“mhm I—” she stutters, squeezing her eyes shut again as your thumb digs down against her nerves. “I— ngh— I…. I’ll cum for y-you”

her voice is soft and broken, and it floods your senses with the waves of euphoric control you so desperately crave with her. for someone so mouthy— so snarky and loud, she’s quiet now. quiet and desperate for you and only you.

“good girl” you hum, pumping your fingers faster and faster as the sounds of her wet cunt and her pathetic whimpers mix together in the air around you.

power can barely contain herself— fangs clamped down on her lip as she squirms in your hold. she knows she can’t escape, and with every thrust of your fingers she lets herself go piece by piece until tears prick the corners of her eyes and her vision turns fuzzy.

“I—” she stutters, barely able to put words together. “g-gonna—”

before she can finish her sentence, power’s nails dig into your neck and drag down to your shoulder, drawing tiny pebbles of blood from where she had already bitten you before. but it’s too much— the sensation of your fingers pressing against her sweet spot pushing her to the edge, and the smell of your blood so close she can practically taste it makes her body tremble as she gasps for some sort of composure.

“that’s it” you coo, this time ignoring the warmth of your blood staining your neck. watching her unravel into such desperation is far more entertaining than tending to the damage she’s done in the process.

her high is intoxicating— even for you, and you can’t help but pull her flush against your chest as her body collapses from the rush alone. quivering breaths are all she can manage as your fingers stay dormant inside her, entertained by the way her walls pulse around them as she finally begins to relax.

with her head buried in the crook of your neck, power can’t help but whine as your free hand strokes and combs through her hair.

“please?” she whimpers, as her warm breath coats your blood stained skin.

rolling your eyes, you know you can’t deny the blood fiend— especially not after she’s been so obedient just for you.

“fine— but only because you’ve been such a good girl”

#chainsaw man smut #csm smut #power x reader #chainsaw man x reader #power x reader smut #power smut #csm x reader #csm x reader smut #power #csm power #csm fanfic #chainsaw man

[itsrheasgirl]

PREQUEL - DON’T LIE TO ME.

Prequel for The Forbidden Love series.

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You and Liv have a huge argument about Rhea, Liv accuses you of something happening between you and Rhea Ripley and a argument breaks out when you denies what Liv believes to be the truth.

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Liv is in love with the reader but hasn’t told them.

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fem!reader - liv x reader.

mentions of Rhea Ripley.

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@rheasbaee @you-got-me-star-lost-16 @innagnv @bittersweetastoria @chillinbri @call-me-a-simp @sithfar @rooskaya-yelena

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“How do I look?”

Pulling your gaze from your own reflection in the full length mirror, you catch sight of Liv as she span around in a glimmer of lilac and sparkles. Her blonde curls bounced around her shoulders as she shimmied them playfully, her glossed lips curving into a soft grin.

You hadn’t expected to be attending the Hall of Fame induction ceremony when Liv invited you to Los Angeles for Wrestlemania thirty nine. You hadn’t expected to attend the event at all if you were honest but when your best friend had text you about a trip together, you’d jumped on the idea. It had been months since you’d been able to spend time with Liv.

“Well...?”

You turn on your nude pumps, giving the bubble ball of energy before you the up and down. Bringing a singular finger up to tap against your chin, you crinkle your nose and raise a brow.

“Hmmm…”

You watch as Liv’s features fall slightly, the brightness behind her eyes fading as you shook your head gently and moved over to Liv’s side before wrapping your arm around her with a soft giggle.

“I’m kidding, you look great.”

Jabbing her elbow into your side, Liv rolled her eyes playfully and stuck out her tongue. Winding her forearms around your waist, the tiny blonde pulled you close again before nuzzling into your side.

“Don’t look to bad yourself.”

The flat of Liv’s palm clapped down against your perked asscheek before she scurried away to go admire herself in the mirror, a small yelp parting your lips as you playfully swatted after her.

“Ouch.”

You huffed, your lips curving into a coy grin as you rolled your eyes and rubbed your palm against your ass. The spank from the petite female hadn’t hurt, a playful tap at most but you couldn’t help but laugh as Liv kept one watchful eye on you in the mirror’s reflection. Liv knew revenge was coming.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

The room began to fill with cheers of support and admiration as Rey Mysterio began his walk, the ring welcoming him at the end. Being initiated into the Hall of Fame was a proud moment for the Mysterio family and yet something seemed off. Your gaze panned the room as the masses rose to their feet, palms clapping in a tremendous harmony of noise for the leader of the LWO. Your eyes continued to scan the sea of proud people as Rey took the his place in the center of the ring, the crowd returning to their seats as he opened his mouth to speak.

This was definitely an odd place for you to be, surrounded by some of the WWE’s finest as you sat perfectly still. You didn’t really know what you were supposed to do, the rivalry between Dominik and his father was something you and Liv had spoken of earlier that night and no one knew what to expect tonight. You could see Dom as he sat several rows ahead of you, his scripted girlfriend Rhea Ripley sat beside him. You’d expected her to be there, when the camera was on they never left each others side. But it still made your stomach churn with nerves.

You’d been introduced to Rhea before the darkness of the judgement day had taken over and you’d immediately found yourself terrified of her presence. Not because she actually scared you, but because of how she’d made you feel.

Exhaling a shallow breath as to not alert anyone’s attention, you place your palms in your lap. Your thumbs twiddling over each other as you tried your best to focus. You didn’t even realize you’d be staring at her as she whispered sweet nothings into Dom’s ear until she’d turned to look back towards where you sat alongside Liv, her glistening crystal ocean eyes locking with yours for only a brief second. She smiled, her perfectly glossed lips twitching upwards for only a second before your vision is impaired by Liv blocking your gaze.

“You okay?”

Her question startled you— were you making a face? Your features showing signs of confusion as you spoke.

“Uh.. yeah, fine. Why?”

Liv’s slender fingers wrapped slowly around your own and it wasn’t till she was pulling your palms apart that you realized, you’d been gripping your fingers together so tight that you’d punctured several holes into the top of you hand with your fingernails.

You swallow nervously, shaking off the fact you’d made accidental eye contact with Rhea and turn slightly to look at Liv head on. Her brows were furrowed in confusion, her gaze flitting over in the direction you’d been looking and back.

You needed to change the subject, get Liv’s mind onto anything else so she wouldn’t start asking more questions and what better way than to make it about Dom, he was sat right beside Rhea after all. You could have quite easily been looking at him.

Liv’s gaze had returned to the back of Rhea’s head, her brow furrow deepening as the cogs began to turn. You knew when Liv was over thinking something, she made a face and you’d become very skilled in shutting down her thought process in the many years you’d know each other.

“Do you think they’ll cause a scene?”

Liv’s gaze returned to you as a content grin claimed your lips, as easy as that you thought to yourself as her shoulders shrugged gently. A soft giggle parting her lips as she leaned in closer so she only had to whisper for you to hear.

“I don’t know, I mean maybe. Wouldn’t you? Add a little drama to the weekend. How exciting.”

You do your best to stifle your laugh as it shot from your throat, your palm shooting up to catch your mouth attempting to stop sound from coming out.

“Don’t be so mean, she’d probably feel terrible doing it.”

“She?”

You immediately feel a lump in your throat as you let what you’d just said sink in, quickly you cough to clear it.

“Oh my god, did I say she. I meant he, Dom. It is his dad after all.”

Liv’s forearms cross over her chest, slumping back in her chair as she raised her shoulders in a shrug. Her happy go lucky expression falling as she shifted to face her gaze forward with a soft pout.

“Just thought it would be funny.”

You couldn’t tell which emotion struck Liv in such a manner but it was clear she didn’t want to talk about it any more either way. Turning your gaze forward— in just enough time to see Dom, Rhea and Damian stand, you grasp tightly at Liv’s hand without thinking. Liv’s fingers wind with your own as you simply watch the three members of The Judgement Day begin to walk up the length of the red carpet, your gaze moving between each of them until your eyes locked with Rhea’s. She shoots you a soft wink as she walked past you and Liv, your cheeks flushing a soft crimson as you pulled your palm free from Liv’s to place it in your lap. You don’t notice as Liv turns to watch The Judgement Day leave, her gaze fixated on Rhea as she disappeared.

You avoid eye contact with Liv as Rey’s speech starts up again and the night could continue, the tightness in your chest making you focus more on your breathing than the actions of your best friend. You needed to bring your heart rate down and to cool yourself off, the color in your cheeks would have to drain as the night progressed on. Right?

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

The door beeped softly as it unlocked, your palm pushing it open so that Liv can slide past you before following her inside. She’d been very quiet, too quiet in fact and you were beginning to worry, she had barely said two words since leaving the arena and you could tell something was wrong.

“You wanna open the bottle of white in the fridge?

You had already takes off the nude pumps that made your calf look great, desperate for relief from the pain they caused. Your nimble fingers already fumbling with the zipper of your dress to release your torso from its binding fit.

Liv was sat on the edge of her bed facing away from you, her lilac hat tossed onto her bed as she sat in silence. Something was definitely wrong but why was Liv being so quiet? Throwing on the loose shorts and cropped tank you had left on your bed from the morning, you move over to Liv’s bed slowly.

“Hey. What’s going on?”

You gently place your palm down onto Liv’s shoulder, a small gasp parting your lips as she swiftly slaps your hand away. Your palm clutching to your chest, you take a small step back.

“What the hell, Liv.”

She doesn’t look up, she doesn’t even move as her voice echos in the air. Your stomach churning with nerves because of Liv’s tone. She was never this short with you.

“I need you to tell me something and I need it to be the truth, do not lie to me.”

Lie to her. What could you lie to her about? What was on Liv’s mind right now that she even thought you would lie?

Remaining in place as you fidgeted with the hem of your top, you inhale a small breathe. You tried to think back to what triggered Liv’s rage— was it shutting down her idea of a little bit of weekend drama? Releasing the fabric that twitched between your fingers, you inhale another shallow breath before you spoke.

“I’d never lie to you, Livv—.”

She cuts you off mid sentence, bolting up right on her petite legs and turning to face you.

“What is going on with you and Rhea?”

Your brow furrows in confusion at the tiny blondes question, your mouth gaping slightly as you stammered over your words.

“Me and… what.. me and Rhea?”

Your forearms crossed over you abdomen as you took a step towards your best friend, one palm extending out to try and take her hand in your own.

“Nothing, Liv.”

You manage to grab her palm, but only for a brief second as she yanks it free to cross over her chest.

“There’s nothing going on with me and Rhea. What are you talking about?”

This made no sense, what was Liv even talking about. Ever since arriving in Los Angeles you hadn’t left her side. Not once and all of a sudden she was accusing you of things that were nothing but friendly exchanges between you and the fellow female.

“I said don’t lie tO ME!”

Liv’s voice raised as she took a step in your direction, your own frame stepping back to keep the distance between you. She never shouted— not around you, confutation played havoc with your anxiety.

“I’m not.”

You stated, your facial expressions become more and more perplexed as Liv continued to provoke you.

A sharp scoff vibrated from the tiny females throat as she rolled her eyes aggressively, another large step forward closing the distance as Liv stood toe to toe with you. Her glimmering eyes were dark like midnight, her usual angelic smile masked by a corse line as she shoved your finger against your chest.

“Like I believe you. I saw it, with my own eyes.”

Saw what?

“What are you talking about?”

You questioned, placing both of your palms down on Liv’s shoulders. You were able to get in a few gentle strokes of your thumbs against her skin before she brings her forearms up in between yours to push them away, her palms shoving against your chest to push you backwards.

“You’re going to act as if I didn’t see you two, with your flirty glances…”

Liv’s nostrils flared, her palms shoving against you again with a little more force.

“The way you tried to change the subject to keep me distracted…”

Again, her palms shoved against your chest repeatedly until your spine collided with the dresser by the door. Both her palms locking round it’s ledge as she held you still, not giving you space to move or get away.

“And that wink, was I supposed to just pretend that didn’t happen.”

You swallowed nervously, your spine pressing into the wood as Liv stood directly in front of you. There had to be a way you could get away, yes— Liv was shorter than you, but she was stronger. Much stronger and you wouldn’t stand a chance if this got physical.

“Liv it didn’t mean anything, it was just Rhea being Rhea. I promise, there is nothing going on.”

Liv scoffed, slamming her palm down against the dresser.

“You’re a fucking liar.”

You flinched, your entire demeanor shifting as you stood motionless. Why was Liv getting so worked up over something she’d created in her head. There was no need for any of this.

“I said don’t lie to me.”

She snapped.

“I said don’t lie and yet you did, over and over.”

Her palms slammed at the dresser ledge repeatedly.

“How could you do this to me? You’re MY best friend, you’re supposed to be with me! ME! Not flirting with HER!”

You still didn’t understand. Whenever you got to see Liv it was always all about her, you did what she wanted to do. Attended events she wanted to attend. Hung out with who she wanted to hang out with. It was her that had introduced you to Rhea in the first place, what had she expected. That you wouldn’t form friendships with her work colleagues?

“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

Tears began to prickle behind your lids as Liv’s rage grew, she never spoke to you like this. Even when you were younger, arguments didn’t happen. What had changed?

“Liv.”

You choked out, a few stray tears cresting and breaking to trickle down your cheeks. You remained perfectly still as you played over the ways you could deescalate the situation, you needed to say the right thing to calm the little spitfire.

“Livvy, this is all in your head.”

You regret your words instantly, the demonic fire that burned behind Liv’s gaze erupted as her palm left it’s tight grasp on the dresser to strike. You were swift— ducking yourself out of the free space that opened up in enough time to avoid the flat of Liv’s palm, her fingers swatting at the air in front of her.

Your expression morphs into shock and fear as you back away towards the door, fumbling with the handle to get it open. Your palms were sweaty and your chest tight as you struggled with the door handle, a steady stream of tears breaking over your under eyes as you kept your gaze on Liv.

She hadn’t moved, one fist gripping tightly at the dresser as her other palm smoothed over her face. Her features had fallen, her breath was heavy and you could tell she was regretting her actions. What if she’d actually hit you?

The door handle finally cranked all the way down, without moving to far back into the room you pull open the door and slip out into the hallway. You don’t even bother closing the door as you stumble down the hallway, the image of Liv’s attempted slap playing over and over in your head. She couldn’t have meant it, she was angry. Liv wouldn’t hurt you.

Your palms began to tremor as you just kept walking, you didn’t even look back towards your room. Tears still cascading down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away, the loose curls that fell from your messy bun sticking to your skin. You needed somewhere to go, you couldn’t go back in to your room. Not with the amount of rage Liv had just displayed.

You knew which room you needed to go to, as stupid as it was there was only one answer. The one person that had caused all the drama without even realizing it, the one person who wouldn’t harass you for answers to why you were so upset. The one person you needed to see.

The hallway seemed to stretch on for miles, the distance between your room and Rhea’s was minimal and yet it felt like you’d been walking for hours. She might not even be awake, you thought to yourself as room six fifteen came into view.

But there was only one way to find out.

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If you are taking requests…. Eddie x plus-size! Reader/BFF

eddie x reader have been friends since childhood they recently started a FWB deal reader likes eddie but thinks it’s just a deal for him to get his needs met immediately it becomes them attached at the hip doing everything together seeming couplish but not realizing it ….eddie takes reader to a party where Steve Harrington is unaware of their situation ship and he immediately starts flirting and eventually asks reader out…eddie gets a little jelly jelly causes a scene by throwing her over his shoulder and taking her out and home where they have the most intense /possessive (the hot kind) sex and he tells her she has to be his….

I love this idea. So I kinda changed it a little. And it kinda got away from me.

FWB

Pairings: Eddie Munson x BFF!plus size reader

A/N: Hey guys. This is a request I had for a while now and thought I would finally get to it. I know it's not exactly like the suggestion, but I absolutely love it. Thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and asks/comments are always welcomed. Kay love ya byyyyyeeee.

Word count: 7,058

Warnings: 18+ sexual situations/implications, oral (M&F receiving), unprotected sex, slight degrading, slight breeding kink, use of bondage, little bit of dom!Eddie, language, and not proof read.

I do not give permission for my work to be used or published anywhere else. Please respect all creators.

Summary: Fucked around and fell in love.

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Eddie was sitting on his bed re reading the Hobbit, when his roommate and best friend stormed into his room. Throwing yourself on the bed.

A deep sigh left your lips.

" Rough day?"

" Ugh! Like you wouldn't believe."

Eddie closed his book and grabbed a small bottle of lotion and took off your shoes and socks.

" Tell me about it."

You shook your head. " I'm just really fucking tired of working there. I swear to Buddha, if one more guy tells me 'do you have fries to go with that shake?' I'm punching him in the throat."

Eddie smirked. " Dude, can I be there to see it?"

You laughed. " Sure. But I'm warning you, if you don't stop me from kicking ass. I'm gonna go to jail."

He chuckled while massaging your feet. 

" Dude, this guy grabbed my ass today."

Eddie's brows pinched together and jawed flex as he looked at you.

Eddie was pissed. 

" And you know what he said after?"

" He said. ' Sorry sugar, I just can't help it. I like that wagon your draggin'"

He closed his eyes and pressed his lips. That had to be the funniest shit he ever heard. He was trying so hard not to laugh but he just couldn't.

You pulled one of your feet away and pushed him a little.

" It's not funny!"

" Yes….it…is" he said through his laughs. " To be fair sunshine. You do have a wagon back there."

" Hey, it's not my fault. Big butts and big guts run through the family. It's a curse. Destined to be ugly and fat."

Eddie stopped laughing and gave you a frown. 

" Sunshine stop that. You know you're not ugly. You're actually very beautiful."

You shrugged and pulled your other foot away. " I guess."

He put away the lotion and pulled you to lean against the headboard with him. Putting a hand on your thigh.

" Honestly sunshine. Why do you think guys hit on you at Benny's? Because you're one of the best looking girls in Hawkins."

You shoulder bumped him. " Thanks bud. But let me ask you something… why don't I have a boyfriend?"

" You want a boyfriend?"

You put your head on his shoulder. " Well no. What I really need is to get laid. It's been ages."

Eddie raised his brow. " How long is ages?" 

You sighed. " 7 months."

" JESUS!" 

You lifted your head and punched his arm. 

"Shut up! It's not like you're bringing girls back like you used to. How long has it been for you?"

" Uhh let's see….hmmm carry the two…."

" Eddie!" You punched him again.

" Ouch. Okay! Geez! It's been like 5 and counting."

" See. I'm not the only lame one here."

You sat there for a minute studying Eddie's expression. 

" Oh no." You sighed. " What's going on in that big head of yours?"

Eddie had a thought. Maybe it wasn't the best but fuck he really needed to get laid.

" Uhh you know how Gareth is friends with Alex?"

Your eyes widened. " You're not suggesting what I think you are?"

He chuckled nervously. If he was honest with himself, the only reason he didn't hook up with anyone was because of you. He didn't remember when it actually happened. But somehow he started having these…feelings. They weren't much at first. It was just after a long day at work, he couldn't wait to come home and talk to you. Or when he had a show all he wanted was to see your face in the crowd. You never went to his shows because you always worked the night shift on Tuesdays. But he really wanted you there. For some reason even though he saw you everyday, he felt like it wasn't enough. So maybe if he suggested something outlandish, you would agree. Then he can get closer than he'd ever been.

" I know it's weird because we're friends. But what if we did what they do?"

You shifted a little and Eddie could tell you were a little uncomfortable.

" I-I mean we don't…I just thought-"

" Just sex?"

He looked at you surprised by your question. Were you actually considering it?

" Y-yeah. It could be like a stress release."

" Hmmm…so how often would you say we can do it?"

Eddie looked away. Another question he wasn't prepared for.

" I- I guess when we need to."

Or want to…

You were quiet for a minute. Eddie heard you gulp. You turned to face him.

" Okay. But a few ground rules first."

Eddie was in shock. All he could do was nod.

" Oral is a must. For both parties."

He sucked in a breath. " Of-of course."

" No kissing. That's too intimate."

Eddie nodded again.

" Umm so shaving. I trim but I don't go bald. Are you okay with that?"

He swallowed then chuckled . " Y-yeah. The wilderness must be explored."

You playfully pushed him and giggled. He grinned.

" Uhh I trim too. But I still have a bush. Are you cool with that?" He said.

You looked away and blushed. Eddie couldn't help the smile plastered on his face. You looked so pretty when you got shy.

" That's fine. As long as I'm not flossing with them."

He chuckled. " No you won't."

You guys were quiet again. Eddie noticed you getting nervous. You always chewed on your nails when you did. 

" So besides the obvious penetration, what else do you like that guys have done?"

You brought your hand down from your mouth and started picking your nails. 

" Well umm I like my nipples played with…and biting."

Eddie tilted his head. " Biting?"

" Well not like biting biting, more like nibbling. And I like it a little rough. Kinda when the guy grabs my neck."

Fuck that's hot! He thought.

"Like this?" He said, wrapping his long fingers around your throat.

" Uhhh no…don't put pressure on my windpipe… Squeeze the veins."

He readjusted his fingers and squeezed.

" Mmm yeah…like that." You moaned.

God just that little sound you made got him so hard. You pushed his hand away and started fidgeting with your ring.

" What do you like?"

Eddie wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and started playing with his rings.

" I uhhh well I like blow jobs."

You scoffed. " Who doesn't?"

" True….umm I also like when the girl rides me. Something about the way tits bounce. It's fucking hot."

You nodded. " I can do that."

Eddie smirked. " I umm this might sound weird. But I like using handcuffs."

" On you or the girl?"

" The girl."

" Hmmm…okay…I haven't done it like that. But umm maybe next time."

You guys were quiet again. 

Eddie cleared his throat. " So uhhh…are we gonna do this?"

You chewed on your lip for a second. " Only if it doesn't make things weird between us."

" I won't if you won't."

You nodded and got up.

" Where are you going?"

You looked back at him. " Gonna shower first. I got a little sweaty at work today. "

" That's okay. I don't mind."

You smiled at him. " I do though. Umm why don't you get ready and I'll be out in a minute."

Eddie got up and looked around his room. What should he do? 

He first took off all his clothes. Then put on some music. He moved the blanket to the side and laid down. His erection was fading and he didn't want you to see him soft so he started jerking himself off. After a few minutes you came back in just a towel.

" Woah. Okay you're naked." You said looking away.

" Yeah...you told me to get ready."

You climbed on his bed slowly holding onto the towel. 

" Can you get the light?" You asked, sitting by his feet.

Eddie reached over to pull the lamp string. As soon as it went dark he felt your hand rubbing his thigh.

" Can I put it in my mouth?"

He felt your hand slide up and grabbed him. 

" Yeah." He sighed.

His eyes rolled back feeling your lips press a soft kiss on his head. He groaned feeling your tongue lick a fat strip from his base to his tip. Swirling your tongue around his head then you sucked his tip gently giving him goosebumps. While pumping with your hand you took him deeper into your mouth.

Your mouth felt so good, so warm. And the way you sucked and licked him he swore he saw stars. 

Eddie's hand instinctively went for the back of your head. Then out of nowhere you let go of him with a little pop. Your hand continued to pump him while you sucked on his balls. His hips jerked up feeling your tongue circling each one.

"Fuck! Mmmm…god that's fucking good."

He felt you hum with one of his balls in your mouth. You let go after a minute and cupped them to keep them warm. Return your focus back to his throbbing cock. 

Shit how are you so good at that? 

He felt his release coming but as much as he would love to fill your pretty mouth with his load. He had to make sure he made you feel good too.

" Uhh sunshine?"

You hummed with a mouth full of him.

" Can I taste you now?"

You let up and kept pumping him and massaging his balls.

" Yeah."

You moved to lay down as Eddie got between your legs.  The towel fell towards your hips as you raised your knees. He spread your knees and got close, taking a whiff.

Damn you smell so good. 

When he ran his fingers between your folds you were so slick. 

All this for sucking me off? 

Normally Eddie would be very vocal about all of this. But this was already crossing that line between friends and just a hookup. To him this was more than that. You were his best friend and he didn't want to disrespect you. Or make you feel like just an object.

He stuck his tongue out and gave you one slow lick from your entrance to your swollen clit.

JESUS H….how are you so sweet?

After the first taste test, he dove in. You had been quiet for a second until he started flicking his tongue on your clit. The soft moans were driving him mad. He wanted more. Needed to make you say his name. But you didn't.

When Eddie looked up the soft amber glow from the light outside shone on you making you look so beautiful. You had pulled the towel off and were massaging your tits. Now that he saw you completely naked he choked on his own spit. Every roll and all your stretch marks were so sexy to him. And your tits…God he wanted them in his mouth. 

He readjusted so he could reach up and play with one. 

" Eddie…finger me." 

Your voice was so soft and sweet he got impossibly harder.

With his free hand he slid in his middle and ring finger while sucking on your clit. He then curled his fingers up in a come hither motion. He was gentle at first, making sure you adjusted to his stretch.

Fuck! So tight and wet.

" Press harder." You moaned.

He did so and your moans turned into heavy breathing and whimpers.

" Ohhhh… like… that."

You started moving your hips and your hand went into his hair. 

" Ohhh Eddie shit." 

He felt your walls pulsate and he smiled to himself. 

You gonna cum? Shit…not yet.

When he pulled out his fingers you whined.

" Condom?" He asked. Voice low and deep, full of lust.

" You have one?"

" Yeah"

He crawled up your body until he was face to face with your ample breast. Taking your nipple into his mouth and tugging it gently. He reached over to his nightstand and fumbled around grabbing a rubber. He moved his mouth to the other side and played with your nipple. He hurried and put in the condom. After, he aligned himself to your entrance, preparing himself to cross the line. He looked up at you and you had your eyes closed pressing your lips together.

" Sunshine…are you okay?"

" Mhmm. I just can't believe we're gonna have sex."

" We don't have to. We can stop and pretend this never happened."

You looked at him with a hint of concern. Then you smiled.

" Nope. You have to fuck me now."

Eddie smirked.

A guttural groan came out as he pushed himself in you. His body trembled. He was not expecting you to feel this good. It almost felt like you were a virgin. As he pushed further he stopped half way when he felt your already tight hole get even tighter.

Your body stiffened under him. He met your eyes and gave you a questionable look. 

" Umm can you kiss my neck?" You whispered.

He nodded and pressed tender kisses all over. Then he moved a little deeper and nipped at your neck. Feeling you relaxed again he continued to thrust in. He was almost at the hilt when he hit a spot that made you gasp.

" There?" His voice was husky.

" Y-yes…fuu."

He pulled out a little then went back in, hitting it again. Your moans drove him crazy. It honestly sounded like music. 

Picking up the pace Eddie sucked on your nipples again. Leaving small bruises around them. You dug your fingernails into his back. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave little crescent shapes. 

Eddie groaned and panted. He was so close. In order to get you there faster, he reached down and rubbed your clit. Your hips bucked into his and you cried out his name.

He latched his lips to your neck nipping and sucking. 

" Eddie…fuck! Gonna cum."

He grunted, thrusting harder.

" Cum sunshine." He said against your hot skin.

He then heard you go silent. He rested his forehead on your collar bone and screwed his eyes shut when he felt your release. His arms trembled while holding himself up. His load filled the condom. Once he was finished he just stayed there for a minute to catch his breath.

" Jesus…I really needed that." You said just above a whisper.

A small chuckle left him. " Same."

He pulled out and laid down. He wanted to grab you and cuddle but you quickly got up and put the towel back on.

" Same time tomorrow?" You asked.

" Uhh sure."

" Okay. Gonna shower again. Night bud."

"N-night."

When you left he just laid there in disbelief. 

Shit! That was great.

…

Over the next month Eddie got to have sex with you almost every other day. For the most part you initiated it by randomly sucking him off. Or showing up half naked in his room. He wasn't complaining though. He loved your mouth and your pussy. You always were so wet for him and gave the best head. Most importantly though he was falling deeper in love with you.

One particular day you were in the kitchen making dinner as usual when he got home from the shop. Something came over him seeing you in that red and white plaid apron. Things were calm that day. No stressful situations or anything that might need some type of release. When things started that's why you guys had sex. However, it quickly became more. To him if felt like you had sex with him not only because he could make you cum. But that you started to like him how he liked you.

He grinned at you and sat at the counter.

" So how was your day?" You asked with a smile.

" It was good. How was yours?" 

Eddie watched as you went to the fridge and pulled out a beer for him. He noticed that you weren't wearing any underwear. He licked his lips when you turned around. You were wearing gray track shorts. They hugged your big round ass so good, it had him wanting to drop to his knees and worship you.

You turned around to hand him his drink and smiled.

" It was good too. No assholes today. "

He took a swig and wiped his mouth. 

" That's good sunshine. So uhhh what's for dinner?"

You looked up from the stove. Your eyes meeting his made his heart pound. Your long eyelashes kissed your cheeks.

" Tacos."

" Mmmm love tacos."

You looked back to the pan and mixed the beef.

" I know."

" Do you need help?" He offered

" Umm no. I got this. Just relax."

He watched you move around the kitchen. You were so graceful. But then you bent over to grab someone from the lower cabinet. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. Your cheeks spread a little. When you stood up the fabric of the shorts got stuck between. 

Eddie stood up and took one more drink before heading around the counter. He wanted you so he was going for it.

He walked up behind you and slowly pressed his erection against your bottom. To his surprise you arched your back and pressed your bottom closer to his hips. He ran his hand up your side to your neck. Tilting it a little so he could kiss you there. 

" Mmm Eddie…I'm cooking."

" Turn the stove off. " He said between kisses. " The only taco I want right now is yours."

" Ewww!" You giggled.

He smiled against your skin. Pressing harder against your ass.

"Seriously Eddie. I'm gonna burn the meat or get burned."

He suddenly grabbed your hip and pulled you away from the stove. He quickly turned it off and returned his attention to you. You had put your hands on the edge of the counter to balance yourself as he took off your shorts. Once you were out of them he pulled your hips back so that you were bent over a bit. You threw your head back and moaned when he slid his fingers inside you. 

Eddie was so hard he couldn't wait to be inside you. With his free hand he quickly undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Pulling them down and letting them fall to his ankles. He removed his fingers from you and spread your wetness over his rock hard cock. He moved your legs further apart then slowly began to fuck you. 

" Such a good fucking pussy." He groaned.

" Mmmm such a good cock….so pretty…and thick." 

He smirked at your words. He remembered when you started talking during sex. It was easily in the top 3 of the best times with you. 

Eddie reached around and started rubbing lazy circles around your clit. Before he knew it you went quiet like you did every time you came. Your perfect pussy hugged him pulling out his cum. He immediately pulled out and stroked himself until he came on your ass. When he was finished he grabbed a paper towel and cleaned you up. He pulled up his jeans and helped you put on your shorts.

When you turned around you were in a blissful state. He moved to brush your hair behind your ear. He looked deep into your eyes. He leaned in to kiss you, but you moved and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

You went back to the stove. " Why don't you take a shower and I'll finish up dinner."

Eddie stared at you. His heart was telling him to confess. But he knew if he did, he would ruin everything.

Instead of saying anything he went to shower. 

…

The moment things changed for you, was when Eddie said that he loved you one night. He was a bit drunk and so were you. It all started a week after he tried to kiss you. See, though you wanted to kiss him, that would make things a hell of a lot more complicated. You should have known better to have sex with your best friend. But after the first time, you didn't want anyone else but him. 

So the following Tuesday you had to ask for the night off so you could surprise Eddie and the guys with a cake. Congratulating them on their 200th show. For just over 4 years Corroded Coffin had been playing at the Hideout every Tuesday. You never got to see them in action before. Only in Gareth's garage. So what a perfect time to see them. You knew Eddie would be happy. He had begged you for a whole year to go. But things never happened. 

You were so looking forward to seeing him. And tonight was going to be different. You knew you guys were gonna end up hooking up again. But this time was gonna be different. You knew it was.

And you would be right. Just not in the way you expected. 

When you got to the bar you sat at the counter, with the cake next to you. You smiled up at the stage when your friends came out. Eddie looked so good, he had you squirming in your stool. He hadn't seen you yet which was perfect. You had asked the bartender for a knife and he obliged. 

The show was just about over and you went to the back room and waited for the guys. But when they finally came there was some random chick hanging on Eddie. You didn't look at him when he approached you. You just faked a smile.

" Ummm surprise." You said trying to not cry.

" Sunshine! What?" 

Eddie and the guys looked at the cake and all gave you a hug, thank you. The hot thin redhead tried to wrap her arms around Eddie's neck but he pushed her arms away and went to hug you.

But before he could you turned around and started cutting pieces of cake. When Eddie followed, you asked without looking at him if he could get you a drink. Something strong. He agreed and when he came back the redhead was gone. You guys exchanged drinks and cake. You went to sit down with Gareth and started talking to him like if Eddie wasn't there burning a hole in the side of your face with his eyes.

You pounded the drink trying your best to not look at Eddie. Because if you did it would break your heart. Knowing that you and him would never be more than just friends.

As the night went on the drinking continued at home. Eddie was drinking his blue ribbon while you had rum and coke. After a few drinks you were feeling really good. You went to the radio and turned it on. Then you started dancing. Eddie sat on the couch and watched your wide hips sway. When you caught his eye you smiled and motioned him to dance with you. 

Eddie finished his beer and went to you. You grabbed his hands and rocked him side to side. He chuckled and spun you around. You lost your balance for a second. But he pulled you into his arms. You threw back your head and giggled, making him laugh even more. When you finally stopped laughing you looked at him. He looked back and forth between your eyes. 

"Can I-" he tried to ask if he could kiss you but you grabbed his hand and pulled him into your room. You quickly got undressed then went to him and helped him out of his clothes. Once he was completely naked you led him to your bed and had him sit down while you got on your knees and started licking and sucking his cock. 

Eddie's hand went to the back of your head watching your cheeks hollowing around him. He moaned, feeling the back of your throat. 

"J-jesus!"

You hummed and massaged his balls. You bobbed and stroked him for a few minutes before he wanted to feel you.

" Ride me."

You let go of him and gave him a look. This would be the first time you did this. 

" Common sunshine. You can do it."

You nodded and he helped you stand. He moved back and laid down while you grabbed a condom. After sliding it down his thick long cock you went to straddle him. With your hands on his chest you spread your legs wide so that your thick thighs could open enough for him. Once you did he grabbed his length and found your core. 

He grunted feeling your warmth surrounding him. You returned his moans with gasps. With one hand on your hip and the other on your breast you began rocking. 

This felt so good. It felt like it was supposed to have happened all along. The whole time you rode him your eyes were closed and Eddie wished you would just look at him and see how much he was in love with you. And as if you read his mind you opened your eyes and stared at him. There was this moment of awkwardness and it looked like you were gonna cry. Without hesitation he sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist. As you rocked faster you said something that he'd been dying to do for months.

" Kiss me." you whispered

Your voice was small and so soft. He thought he imagined it. He then cupped your face. And for the first time since this started you didn't move away. He kissed you with everything he had. And by all the gods it felt amazing. So much so that both you and he stopped moving and just kissed each other. It was so perfect and beautiful that he started to tear up. You started moving again about a minute later. Only this time you went slow. This was no longer just fucking to cum. This was making love. Something that he never really did before. To him it was incredible. It was for you too. But for you it felt like it was the last time you were gonna do this. It felt like a goodbye. Like this friends with benefits thing had finally come to an end. And it broke your heart. How could you go back to being just friends when all you wanted to do was be in his arms? To be the only girl he touched like this. To be the only one who made him feel good. 

You had to stop. Because of these feelings. Feelings that should have never happened. 

You kissed him until you were close. 

"Eddie." You whimpered into his mouth.

" I feel it. Go ahead…I'm coming too." 

He pulled you back into a deep kiss before he felt you clench and soak him while he exploded into the condom.

That night he fell asleep with you. As he spooned you he buried his nose in your hair and moaned softly. He whispered three little words that made you silently cry because you knew that it didn't mean anything. You whispered them back but also added 'I wish we never did this'.

…

Two weeks went by and for some reason Eddie barely saw you. You had switch shifts so that you worked opposite of him and you picked up extra hours saying something about buying a car. Which he didn't understand because you could take his van whenever you wanted. 

Eddie missed you. His heart started to ache when he wasn't able to talk to you like he used to. It felt like a piece of him was missing. So he decided to ask you to come with him to a party this upcoming weekend.

You just got off of work and he was just about to leave when you guys had a minute together.

He smiled " Hey sunshine." 

You gave him a small thin lip one. " Hey."

He felt the tension.

" So uhhh listen. There's this party tomorrow." 

You put your stuff down and went to the fridge and pulled out a beer.

" Umm do you want to go…with me?"

You turned and looked at him. He swore you never looked so beautiful.

" Will there be alcohol?"

He smirked. " Tons."

You nodded, taking a swig of your drink. 

" Great! Umm well I got to go. I'll see you later."

He was going to hug you but you held up your hand waving him goodbye taking another drink and headed to your room.

He wanted to not go to work. What he really wanted was to follow you. To kiss and hug you. Make love to you all day. But, he chose to wait.

He said a silent "I love you' and went about his day.

The next night he was waiting for you to come out of the bathroom, so that you guys could go. When you did, you were wearing the cutest sundress and sandals. You gave him a smile and grabbed your purse.

" You look…wow."

You giggled a little and playful pushed him. " Common Eddie. Let's go get drunk."

He quickly opened the door for you and you pushed him again. He grinned watching your wide hips and perfectly big ass sway in the dress. He jogged to open the passenger door. You smiled again and got in. 

Once at the party you immediately separated from him. He looked everywhere but it was like you just disappeared. About 15 minutes in he went outside to hit up the keg. That's when he was bum rushed by the girl he met at the Hideout. She threw her arms around his neck and planted a harsh slobbered kiss on his mouth. 

When you saw that you looked away and tried to focus your sight on something else. Everything Steve Harrington said to you went in one ear and out the other. When you got to the party all you wanted to do was hide in the bathroom and drink. But on the way there you ran into the very handsome Steve " the hair" Harrington. He accidentally spilled his drink on your shirt when he came out of the restroom. He apologized profusely and offered you a dry shirt. The awkward silence that followed was damn near impossible to stand. Steve knew that uncomfortability right away. His older sister had insecurities about her weight as well. Without another word he grabbed your hand and led you to a room and rummaged through his sister's dresser. He pulled out a few options and turned around to give you your privacy so that you can change.

Now you were having a wonderful conversation with him in his backyard. Then you saw Eddie kiss that girl from the bar. It was in that moment you knew, you loved your best friend. But you would never be his. And though it tore you to pieces you faked a smile and started the conversation back up with Steve. For the most part it was innocent enough. Until Steve leaned in and put an arm around your shoulders while Robin Buckley and her girlfriend joined the conversation. What possessed you to lean into Steve had you at a loss. Maybe it was coming to the realization you could never have your best friend the way you've been wanting him had finally caught up to you. Or maybe it was because Steve was handsome and charming. Either way you flirted back so hard that if you replayed the night again and watched from an outside perspective you would cringe like no other. 

Which was what Eddie did. After the chick kissed him he pushed her away and just shook his head. " Look, I'm here with someone. And if she sees you talking to me, we're both dead." 

The girl scoffed and walked away. Well more like stubbled away. He again shook his head and watched her disappear into the house. When his eyes scanned the backyard he saw you. And to his surprise, you were flirting. Like flirting flirting. With Harrington of all people.

Eddie squeezed his red solo cup, spilling his fresh beer all over his jacket when he saw that dick put his arm around you. Eddie's heart started to race and his thoughts went bezerk. He wanted to march right up to you, punch Steve square in the jaw and take you home and punish you for flirting. But then you leaned into him. You did that thing you do with your hair. You were never really a girly girl, which Eddie loved about you. But you did this thing where you would twirl your hair around your finger when you were thinking about something sexual. That's how Eddie knew when you needed a good fucking. It was your subconscious signal to him. Now you were doing it for Steve. That's when he saw red. He…was…furious. He tossed his cup and walked towards you. He took a few deep breaths to calm down so that he didn't cause a scene. Even though he really wanted to cause a mother fucking scene. 

" Sunshine?!"

When you looked over to him you immediately knew he was pissed. You quickly pulled out of Steve's reach and grabbed Eddie's arm.

" What happened bud?"

You studied his jacket and shook your head.

" Eddie, the alcohol is going to ruin your jacket."

" Can we go?" He asked.

You nodded and said bye to everyone.

Once at home you were in the kitchen making some soapy water to clean his jacket. Eddie was on edge. He was about to do something that you guys never did before. You were mid cleaning when he grabbed your hand and pulled you to his room.

" Eddie?"

" Be quiet. And take off your clothes."

Your eyes went wide. " W-what?"

Eddie tore off his clothes and started to undress you.

" Eddie?"

He met your eyes and you just knew. Things were about to get intense.

Once you were naked he stepped back and stared at your beautiful luscious body.

" So fuck sexy." He said in a lustful deep tone that shook you to your core. " Hands together."

You swallowed and brought your wrist together. He reached over to his head board and grabbed his handcuffs. Snapping the cold metal around your wrists. He pushed you on the bed and lifted your arms above your head and hooked the cuffs to the board. After he looked at you and got so close to your face.

" I'm gonna fuck you until the thought of being with anyone else is out of your head."

You tried to say something but he stopped you by kissing you roughly. His tongue swirled in your mouth and his big rough hands grabbed you everywhere. You moaned against his lips when his fingers slipped through your folds and started rubbing figure eights around your clit. 

" So wet for me sunshine."

" Mmmm" you hummed.

" Does anyone else get you this wet?"

His question seemed more like a statement than a question. And before you could answer he slipped two fingers in your warmth. Pumping steadily. You arched your back pressing your ample breast against his flexed chest.

" Mmm yeah sunshine? Like my fingers in you?"

It felt so good that you couldn't say anything. You just whimpered and nodded. 

" Such a good fucking girl. A good little slut….just for me."

His words were driving you crazy. He never said anything like this before. But by God did you love it.

He started pumping hard and adding a come hither motion with his fingers, teasing you g-spot. While moaning his name, Eddie took one of your tits in his mouth. Tugging at your nipple. You threw your head back and cursed. Eddie smirked to himself. 

" That's right…only I know how to get you to cum so fast."

You whined and squirmed. Feeling your release come. And just before you did Eddie moved down your body, removing his fingers and replacing them with his tongue. He thumbed at your clit and lapped up your wetness. This release was brief, but it felt so good doing it on his tongue. You were panting trying to get your bearings when he flipped you over and pulled at your hips to get you to your knees.

" Scoot up" he ordered.

You moved up a little and grabbed a hold of the long chain hanging from the cuffs.

" That's it. Such a good girl."

Eddie stroked your ass and gave you a tap. You gasped at the tiggle it left behind. 

" Think you can flirt with other guys in front of me?"

He tapped your ass again. Harder this time causing you to whimper.

" E-eddie?"

" Sunshine…I'm gonna fuck you now. And I'm not gonna wear a condom."

You were quiet for a second until he smacked your ass again.

" Oh-okay."

Eddie grabbed his cock and moved it through your folds. Spreading your slick all over him. He eased in slowly until he bottomed out. His eyes rolled back feeling your cunt pulsating around him. Fitting him like a glove. You whined when you wanted him to move and he smirked. His hand went down your back and wrapped in your hair. His thrusts were hard and slow. Once he found your spot he set a steady pace and your breath sighs and moans got louder. 

" Yessss. Fuuu….take it…yeah take this fucking cock like the good little slut you are."

" Eddieeee."

" Yeah…say my name…."

" Ed-ed-"

" Damn sunshine. You're taking me so well. Love your pussy…such a good fucking pussy."

Eddie looked down and watched his cock going in and out of you. With your tight walls slightly following his dick as he pulled out a little. 

" This is mine. Baby this perfect pussy is mine."

" Oh Eddie….I'm gonna-"

" I know….ugh….feel it….you want me to cum in you or pull out?"

You didn't even take a second to think before you answered.

" Cum in me…fill me up."

Eddie was shocked. But to be honest he'd been wanting this forever.

" Yeah?"

"Y-yes ed-eddie…please!"

" You want it? You want me to fuck a baby into you?"

Your eyes rolled back and the thought of having Eddie's baby did it for you. All you could do was whimper a small yes. With that, Eddie came long and hard into you. 

When he was finished draining he pulled out and uncuffed you. Your body went slack and you practically fell on the bed panting. Eddie was trying to catch his breath too and he laid down next to you. He grabbed your wrist and kissed them gently.

" You okay sunshine?"

" Mmhmm…so good."

Eddie grinned. " I'll be right back."

Eddie returned with a warm washcloth and a Gatorade. He gave you the drink and cleaned between your legs before cleaning himself. He left again to grab you a shirt and panties from your room. He put on a pair of plaid boxers. You handed him the Gatorade and got dressed too. Once you were clothed you went to the linen closet and pulled out new sheets for his bed. This had become kind of a force of habit. You would always leave a wet spot on his bed after. So not wanting him to sleep on that, even though he would love it. You changed his sheets. Eddie had already taken off the previous ones when you went back and began helping you put the fresh ones on. Once his bed was made you started for the door to head to your room. But Eddie grabbed your hand.

" Sleep with me sunshine."

You hesitated for a second. But nodded. You both laid there looking up at the ceiling. Another first when it came to the weird relationship. You never slept with him after well just once before. But after that time you made sure to never do it again. You started getting in your head about him and that girl. But Eddie was about to make you forget all about her.

As Eddie laid there he was debating with himself on what he would say. There was a lot that just went on and he wanted to address every single thing. But the first thing he was going to bring up was him and you.

" Don't do that again."

You turned your head to look at him. He was still staring up at the ceiling. Confused on what you did wrong, you asked.

" Do what Eddie?"

He looked at you with his serious face that always made you laugh. Except this time. You were worried that you fucked up somehow and now he was pissed off at you.

" Flirt with other guys." Eddie saw you furrow your brow and realized he needed to be more clear. " We're together okay. So don't flirt with other guys."

You blinked a few times before you answered.

" O-oh…umm sorry. I-I didn't know."

" Well now you do."

You smiled to yourself. We're together.

Eddie then pulled you into his arms and gave you a quick but very passionate kiss. 

" Sleep in here from now on, yeah?"

You nodded. But then the thought of that girl came and ruined your brief moment of bliss.

" Eddie, what about that girl?"

He smiled seeing the little look in your eye he knew all too well that was jealousy.

" Sunshine, I'm yours. Always have been and always will be."

" Promise?"

" Promise promise baby."

You said a small okay and snuggled closer to him. Out of nowhere you started to giggle.

Eddie lifted his head to look at you. " What's so funny, chuckles?"

" I'm sorry…but 'fuck a baby into you'."

Eddie smirked. " Yeah so?"

" Oh it's nothing…it's just…I'm on the pill."

Eddie sat up and stared down at you. " You're telling me all this time I could have done that without a condom?"

" Well it is for your protection and mine."

" Sunshine, I haven't been with anyone but you since we started doing this."

You looked up at him with big eyes. " Really?"

" Yeah duh. All this time I just wanted you."

You looked away and smiled. " Me too."

Eddie laid back down and cuddled with you again. After a few minutes he cleared his throat." Uhhh can we do that again?"

" Right now?" 

"Yes please."

You laughed. " Only if we can use the handcuffs again."

"Shit...yeah definitely."

You laughed again and quickly took off your panties. " Let's do this."

Eddie chuckled and grabbed his cuffs. Before he put them on he kissed you. When he pulled away he looked you deep in the eyes and smiled.

" I love you sunshine." 

You smiled. " Love you too."

…

@salenorona23

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[fishnamedsushi]

“Hmmm,” Obi-Wan said, consideringly. “I’m afraid I don’t quite believe you, darling.”

Try again.

Anakin’s breath left him in a broken sob, a trembling exhale that shook outward from the center of his chest, ripping itself from his depths, his toes. He was on fire. He was burning up from the inside out, and Obi-Wan was being so mean, so cruel -

“Now now, Padawan-mine,” Obi-Wan soothed. He ran his fingers through Anakin’s hair, nails catching slightly on the sweaty strands that fell heavily into his face.

Anakin butted up against his hand, pleading.

He tried to whisper, but nothing would come out.

It hurt to talk, now. They’d been at this for what felt like hours, and Obi-Wan wouldn’t let Anakin touch him, not until he sang. He never clarified what song, exactly, he wanted to hear, but Anakin suspected it was something only Obi-Wan knew - some vibration in the Force that rang with the sound of his surrender, his submission.

Anakin had made plenty of noise as they played, tonight, but it was his third orgasm that had been wrung from him, screaming.

He didn’t think he had much more noise to give.

Obi-Wan, he tried again. The word floated along their bond, lighting it up like little fire bugs. Each one bursting was a shiver across his skin.

“You do ask so nicely,” Obi-Wan allowed. He brought his hand down across Anakin’s brow, his cheek. Anakin sucked in harshly as it trailed down to his jaw, cupping his chin and twisting his face upward and to the side.

Obi-Wan was so imposing like this. He was always resplendent. Regal, even. But now…

Towering over him - broad chest exposed, strong muscles glistening with sweat and sharply contrasted in the light - he was something else entirely. His eyes glittered dangerously, with that unique eagerness Anakin always associated with hidden depths and unexplored temptations. With joy, and the visceral satisfaction of a job well done.

Seeing that pleasure writ so clear on Obi-Wan’s otherwise impassive face was like a jolt to spine. It energized him, and Anakin shifted his knees on the cold ground, digging them in and arching his back further.

He licked his lips.

“Please.”

Obi-Wan grinned at him, and Anakin’s heart sped up.

He cleared his throat, putting everything he had - everything he felt - into the words. “Please, Master.”

Obi-Wan’s smile grew teeth, and Anakin knew he’d won.

[I blame the Obikin Discord server and yes Mean Dom Obi-Wan is a treasure 🔥]

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[kloppinthekop]

So many! Hard to choose one to ask about hmmm but let’s go with Cheeky (Domitrent) 😁

Oh Kris, good choice. 😉 This was actually the very first Domitrent fic I started, way back in September I think? But then I got writer’s block, tried to get over writer’s block by starting an AU that became Dream Come True instead, and then never returned to this one. And since I probably won’t ever finish it… I’ll post an extra long excerpt of it for you! 💕

(Sticking it behind a cut just so I don’t overwhelm anyone coming across this on their dash.)

⋆꙳✧༄ Cheeky

Dom is close with everyone. He loves the team - they are all like family already. He knows Ibou from before at Leipzig, so naturally he had gravitated toward him in the beginning of pre-season training, but now he is friends with all the others too.

He’s particularly close with one new teammate in particular.

“Trent! Bro! What are you doing?!” Dominik throws his arms out in frustration. “I’m right here, bro!”

Trent finally glances his way, staring in that intense way of his. He always looks when he’s in a competitive mood… which is always. Dom frowns at him – more of a pout than a frown, actually – before resuming his run forward, taking him into the path of the Scouser, who is now within arm’s reach. If Dom just stretched out his fingertips…

But Trent has already broken into a sprint in the other direction, before crossing the ball back into Dominik’s feet. It’s a perfect pass, and really, Dom isn’t even surprised anymore. Without second thought, he tucks the ball into the back of the net.

The whistle blows, and his five-a-side team all raise their hands in triumph, satisfied but mostly exhausted by their victory in the summer heat. Dom is less out of breath than some of the others… but then Trent settles into stride next to him. Dom puts an arm around his shoulders, and is out of breath for a different reason now when he feels the other man lean into the touch.

“Good game, that.”

Dominik snorts. “Would be better if you passed to me more.”

“Bro. I always pass to you.”

Dom gives him a bemused side-eye.

“Well, you or Mo.” Trent concedes. “Mo always scores. Do you?”

Dom pretends to be hurt by this statement, clutching at his chest. “I always score, bro. Ask Neymar.” Trent squints, acting like he hasn’t already Googled the incident Dom is referring to. This gets him a light shove, Dom pushing his body further into Trent’s side. “I never miss.”

“Yeah, yeah, bigshot.” Trent smells good up close, even though they’ve had a tough training session. “You do your job, I do mine. Stop bein’ cheeky.”

Dom smiles. Secretly he knows Trent likes his teasing. Doesn’t mind it one bit.

´ + . ✵ . ` ´ ★

Dom hears that word about five more times before he asks what it means.

“What is this word… Cheeky?”

Trent and Curtis both laugh, while Dominik’s eyebrows furrow slightly, confused.

“Nah, lad, it’s a good thing,” Curtis says, eyes crinkling in that lighthearted way of his. “Deffo a good thing,” he adds, before slapping Dom on the back and returning to his reps.

Dominik turns to Trent, putting on a face that his teammates call the “puppy dog look.”

“Yeah, no, it’s a good thing. I dunno, it’s like, cheeky humor? Like someone who can banter and get away with it. Like Robbo- except Robbo’s like, beyond cheeky, really. Maybe more like Kostas?”

Dom nods. “Ah, yes. Okay, I see. Cheeky.”

The upper left corner of Trent’s mouth turns up just slightly, and Dom can’t help but smile in return.

“So Kostas is Greek scouser, yes? Does ‘cheeky’ make one...” Dom searches his brain for the English word. “...Honorary scouser?”

Trent’s face breaks out into a full grin at this point. “Suppose there’s a lot of overlap, yeah.” He wipes a bead of sweat off his brow. “You know, you could be. You already have the number 8.” Trent flicks the sweat at Dom, who ducks out of the way. Trent laughs at that. “You can be an honorary Scouser when you score your first hat-trick for the club.” Trent has a twinkle in his eye, and Dom isn’t sure if he is being ‘bantered’ or not.

Just at that moment, Curtis pops back up in the background. “Yeah boi! Then all the fans are gonna call you szo-BOSS-zlai!”

Dom looks at Trent, who shakes his head and tries not to laugh.

It’s kind of cute.

Dominik grins and grabs Trent by the shoulders, pulling him back into his chest before pushing him forwards.

“Stop messing about and get back to work, children!” Virgil shouts. Cody looks at them and parrots back, “Yeah, children!”

Dom and Trent don’t help their cause by breaking out into giggles, but they get back to work. They stick by each other’s sides for the entire session.

[end excerpt]

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[celestialspecial]

Mattress Shopping

Warnings- smut 18+, light Dom, something quick 🙃

“Mmmm what about this one?” You stretched out over the mattress, arms overhead stifling a yawn as you closed your eyes feeling the plush comfort beneath you.

“I don’t know.” Billy sat on the side of the bed, it dipped under his weight as he leaned over you to place a kiss to your forehead, “you look pretty sleepy and I have more things planned for this bed than just that.” You giggle rolling over away from him, snuggling deeper into the mattress.

You let out a tiny shriek when you feel his hands grab you, rolling you back over to face him.

“Do you two need help?” A passing worker inquires, giving a smile to you both.

“Yes, bag this up for me.” You laughed leaning back against the plastic display pillows by the head board.

“Ah ah ah, not yet. We’re still looking.” Billy pinched your side, grinning as you let out another squeal. The worker politely nodded and walked off.

“Billy! I like this one.” You patted the spot next to you for him to lay down more fully. A creaking noise could be heard as he laid back next to you.

“But listen to the noises, and we’re just laying down.” He quirked an eyebrow up at you, “imagine our poor neighbors.”

“Ughhhh fine.” You pouted, pushing up and swinging you legs off the side of the bed. You two had been looking for mattresses and bed frames for over a week now and you were content to just pick anything but Billy was a man of finer taste and was being quite picky.

“What about this one?” It was a large sleigh bed, with walnut finishes and felt comfy enough.

“Hmmm.” He laid back on it, patting the spot next to him. You rolled your eyes and crawled over to him looking up at his face, eyes closed, brow drawn in thought. No. This isn’t it.”

“Billyyyy” you were tired and the whining was starting to make an appearance. He took your chin in his hands holding you in place.

“Are you going to start being a bad girl?” Your eyes darted around to see if any of the workers were nearby and if they could see you two. “Nu-uh darlin’ you look at me when I’m talking to you.” You nodded, looking back into his eyes.

“Yes, Billy.” He smirked, releasing your chin and you realized how much you were dying to leave and retreat to your bed at home.

To feel his touch on you in private instead of here where everyone was watching. He stood, holding out a hand to you, taking it and being hoisted back to your feet to wander the show floor some more. After another few minutes your eyes settled on a bed towards the back.

Dark mahogany wood polished shiny, slats along the headboard that dipped down to cradle the cushy looking mattress below. Billy caught you looking at the bed and moved behind you, his hands brushing along your sides before settling onto your waist.

“How about this one?” He whispered into your ear, you felt yourself shivering in delight as his hands snaked around your torso more fully. His mouth pressed to your ear and a few choice kisses along your neck. “Imagine the filthy things I could do to you in that bed.” You whimpered as you felt his one hand start to travel up your stomach under your shirt to toy with the front bow of your bra.

You turned around to face him, grabbing his neck tie and tugging on it to bring him close to you.

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Come on baby, don’t you wanna come on my cock like a good girl?” You “tsk’d” at him as you crawled up the length of the bed, hovering over his dark boxer shorts that were stretched to their limit.

“I think your forgetting who’s in charge right now.” You simpered, eyes upturned to keep his gaze as you planted a tauntingly chaste kiss to the fabric where the head of his cock rested. His head fell back and a strangled noise escaped his throat.

“Baby…”

“Ahhh there he is.” His eyes were practically glowing as he watched your hands stroking over the muscles of his chest, downwards, nails scratching down his torso, you could see his resolve melting way with each grunt he made as you continued your journey.

“I wonder if those salesmen knew we’d be doing this after we bought the bed.” Licking a stripe under his navel, letting your hands ghost along the front of his underwear. He was rock hard, the longer you teased the more noise he was making. Twitching, begging to take you hard and fast against the bed, pressing your face into the soft pillows and making you scream his name.

But you’d had other plans, using his own necktie to secure his wrists to the headboard, hearing it creak only a smidgen when you let your tongue find a sensitive spot on his inner thighs. It was a good bed, strong, sturdy, Billy had been right, but you wouldn’t let him know that, at least not yet.

“Maybe we should take these off?” You suggested palming him openly, feeling that satisfying twitch under the fabric. He only turned his head into the arm tied up closest to him, eyes squeezed shut as he bit his lower lip. Feeling you remove his boxers agonizingly slow, allowing his cock to spring forth, head red and dribbling at the tip.

You tossed the garment off the side, sitting back on your heels a moment to slowly unclasp your bra. You could almost laugh watching the man in front of you, tied up, a full body flush all over him, dark eyes wide as he watched your every move. It’s not like he hadn’t seen your breasts before but he watched you anxiously anticipating seeing you bare before him.

Once free you tossed your bra to the floor, landing on top of his boxers, stretching your arms up wide savoring the whine he made, trying to move towards you.

“Please baby, fuckin use me. Need to be inside you. Need to feel that pussy.”

Even when you were in a position of power he still had you clenching at his words, feeling the wetness dripping from between your legs just hearing him, just thinking about indulging him. Billy could see the slick on your thighs and he grunts jerking towards you, tie cutting into his wrists which are already red from the struggle. “Baby let me make you feel good, so fuckin good. I can tell from here your pussy is aching to be filled, again and again. Don’t you want that? Stuffed until I’m leaking out of you?”

“Is that what you want? To make me feel good?” He nods his head aggressively, eyes watching your every movement, wide and glistening. You move up the bed, over his body, hands and knees on either side of him as you when you have a wicked idea. His aching cock is sticking up, waiting for you, bending lower as you move letting the tip of him graze along your chest between your tits, along your stomach and just barely touching your center before you reach him.

You can’t suppress the moan dying to escape your throat as you get to the top of the bed, kissing Billy passionately, his lips taste so good, tongue laving over your own tasting each millimeter of your mouth before you pull away. Your hands rest on either side of his face as he looks up at you, this was the closest to innocent you’ve every seen his expression.

“Don’t worry Billy, I’ll take care of you.” You press his head to your chest as his eyes closed, sucking in a breath before he turns to suck at your nipple. You gasp then let out a low moan feeling his tongue working over you before you pull away. He actually whines trying to chase your breasts as you laugh and fall backwards a foot.

You can see how impatient he’s becoming and you have to admit that you are as well.

“Sweetheart, I can see how desperate you are for me from here. Why are you doing this to yourself?” There’s an edge to his voice, that he’s trying to hide but it doesn’t escape your notice.

“Is that what you think?” You position yourself over his cock, watching his eyes go wide again, holding his breath, trying not to beg. You sink down onto him, both of you releasing noises of pleasure. Sure your eyes rolled back in tandem.

“God you’re so fuckin tight baby. All tight and wet for me?” Your mind goes hazy as you bounce on him, hitting a perfect pace.

“All for you Billy.” Your eyes are shut as you move your hips, crying out when you feel him hit a spot deep inside you that no one else but him can reach.

“That’s right baby, keep mmmmf, doing that. So good, so-“ he grunts trying to break the headboard to grab your hips but the restraints hold tight, beads of sweat forming on both your bodies as your pace quickens.

You can feel the knot coiling in your belly, begging for release as your hips smack together, riding him until both of you are close to the precipice. Your breath is coming in short gasps with each movement and billy can feel that you’re getting close.

“Come on sweetheart. Come on my cock, you know you want it. To feel me so deep inside you, let me come inside you, fill you to the brim,baby please.” You let out another grunt of frustration feeling so close, knowing he is too. A few more achingly delicious movements and you feel yourself falling over the edge.

Crying out his name as you come, waves of bliss echoing through your tired body, but you keep going, riding out your orgasm and feeling Billy’s cock twitch inside you, feeling how close he is as well. Another few pulses and his head falls back against the pillows. He groans loudly when he comes.

You can feel the hot spurts inside you, coating your walls, filling you to the brim just like he promised. You slow to a stop on top of him, clenching and unclenching, squeezing all you can out of him as he growls beneath you. You begin adjusting yourself to roll off of him but he makes a noise stopping you in your tracks.

“No. Not yet. I wanna be inside you longer.” You smile at him, leaning down to brush your lips over his once more. Kissing the side of his cheek before letting your own hands move up to where his are held in place. Working at the knot until it finally comes free and his hands immediately cling to you, pulling you close.

After a few minutes you both realize you need to reorient and you untangle your legs from where you’d been straddling him, cozying up to his side. Feeling him wrap his arms around you once more, placing a loving kiss to the top of your head.

“You were right Billy, this was the right bed.” He muffles a chuckle into your hair before both your eyes drift shut.

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[enbyhange]

Fandom: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x gn!reader

Rating: E (explicit sexual content)

Includes: dom reader, sub rengoku, dirty talk, rimming, anal fingering, hand jobs, masturbation, orgasm control/delay, spanking, praise kink, overstimulation (not exactly just the fantasy of), crying (barely but still)

Note: reader’s gender and genitalia are never mentioned nor I use any gendered terms for them! 

Word count: 3594

Read on ao3 

Minors DNI i will block you

“Tell me, sweet thing. What do you want tonight?”  

Your whispered words washed over Rengoku’s kiss-swollen lips, his yellow and red eyes half-lidded in bliss as his big hands cradled your waist almost protectively. Sitting on his lap, cupping his cheek as a thumb brushed the blushing skin you rubbed your ass against his clothed cock – half hard already – just to see him squirm.

He bit his red lower lip, shuddering at your movement, hot breath caressed your neck. “You, um you said you… wa-wanted to, to eat me...”

Oh.

Oh.

You lifted a curious brow at him.

“I did say that, didn’t I?” your hands found their way to his hair, fingers scratching his scalp gently. “Hmmm you still look absolutely delicious tonight, my dear.”

A small groan escaped his lips, hips shifting below you as his cock twitched in interest. Grabbing a fistful of his hair you pulled his head back with enough force to let his throat on full display, and Rengoku went willingly, bared his neck for you as if you were an enemy he was surrendering to. He relinquished all control for you to do as you please, and the amount of trust he had in you never failed to make your stomach flutter with joy and your sex tingled with want.

Nipping at his jaw and neck Kyojuro’s pulse jerked at the contact, fingers digging under your shirt and into your skin like you were the only thing anchoring him to this word.

You left kisses and bites throughout his neck, jaw and cheek, all the way to the sweet treasure of his mouth. His lips felt puffy and glossy from your previous ministrations, tongue tender and warm as you sucked on it making him gasp for air, the air you so selfishly took from him. He already smelled like you, your breath, your skin, your perfume. A mingling of aromas that were the perfect combination of the two of you and your mind was drunk with arousal, drunk on him and him alone.

You pulled away, standing on your knees, just above him. The position gave you a rush of adrenaline seeing him so vulnerable and eager for you, waiting for his beloved command. The idea of using his mouth for pleasure certainly crossed your mind, knowing he eagerly would. And Kyojuro looked desperate enough for it: all doe eyes and rosy cheeks, half-open mouth ready to be used. It always drove him mad when he made you cum with his mouth alone, but he had asked something of you. You were good at following your words.

You caressed his lower lip with two fingers, a barely touch there tingling the tender flesh before entering his mouth, tongue fluttering instantly at the intrusion.

“What’s gonna be Kyojuro? You want me to suck your cock?” Rengoku’s breath hitched as you pressed down on his tongue, “Or… maybe you want me to tongue-fuck you, it’s that it?”  he moaned louder, open mouth not letting any sound getting muffled as he nodded eagerly. When you let his mouth free Rengoku swallowed hard, eyelids fluttering at you.

“Yes, I-I want that. Want you t-to… to eat me.”

That was all the confirmation you needed.

You hummed, smiling sweetly at him before putting your fingers in his mouth again. “Suck,” he enthusiastically did, closing his eyes and humming in relief, fingers soon soaking in saliva and a thin string escaped the corner of his mouth.

Fuck he was good with his mouth, tongue lapping and rubbing as if it was your sex, teeth barely grazing the skin. On purpose, of course, the cheeky bastard. Opening his big, bright eyes just to look at you through his eyelashes, smirking slightly around your digits as he worked them out.

With a wet pop, you took your hand away and let go of his hair, the distance allowing you to see the bulge in his underwear; strong thighs slightly parted, hips shifting a bit at the sudden attention.

Not wasting any time, you started drawing small circles over the clothed head of his cock with wet fingers, featherlike touches through his length and balls, nails passing over the fabric with a ticklish touch, so warm and stiff for you. His intense gaze was on you, on your hand, his breathing becoming more and more ragged as the seconds passed, thighs tensing and relaxing at the gentle contact. Soon the saliva wasn’t the only thing wetting the fabric, the precum staining his boxers as your forefinger and thumb played with his sensitive head.

“Messy, messy boy. Drooling so much for me, already,” your forefinger moved away just enough for a thread of precum keeping the contact between you two. You chuckled at him.

“Fuck,”, his cock twitched involuntarily almost as if it wanted to both get away and seek out more of your touch.

Adorable.

You pressed your palm into his head with a bit more pressure, cupping his balls with the other before drawing small circles over it. Rengoku choked on a moan, back arched off the bed, hands grabbed the sheets with enough force to break them.

“Fuck, darling! Fuck oh I love your hands so much. So much–“

Not able to resist the temptation, you wrapped your lips around his cock tasting him even with the fabric still getting in the way, he whined at the warmth of your mouth. Salty and a bit bitter with the roughness of the cotton mitigating the taste on your tongue, your thumbs caressed his waist at the same time they kept his hips pinned to the mattress, knowing the stimulation wasn’t nearly enough.

Not for long though, you quickly withdraw from him finally letting him take a breath.

And he was such a beautiful mess; panting, chest heaving in every exhale, with pretty red marks decorating his skin, a wet spot of saliva and precum darkening his boxers.

He breathed your name and reached out to your hand, and you went willingly devouring his desperate mouth. Chest to chest, strong arm pressing you to him as you finally got some stimulation and you moaned into his mouth rubbing involuntarily against him.

Kyojuro peppered your neck and collarbone with kisses and kitten bites, massaging your ass with one hand while the other squeezed yours in his. Your hips buckled, broken moans leaving your lips at his expert touch, your mind dizzy in pleasure while you shuddered against him.

It was not until you grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled that he took his wonderful mouth away, a devilish smirk gracing those perfect lips as you frowned at him. Or, at least tried to, you were in no different state; cursing under your breath and rutting against his stomach just a second ago.

You pulled a bit harder getting a hiss out of him as his fingers gripped your ass firmly.

“Darling” he purred, voice a little breathless, eyes burning like two torches ready to consume you, pleading without words for you to let him touch you.

Not tonight though, tonight was about him.

You kept the hold of his soft hair moving your mouth to his ear before whispering. “I’ll fuck your mouth when we finish. But first,” you licked the tender skin and he moaned, taking the lobe between your teeth, feeling him shuddering below you, “let me take care of you.”

He whined at your words half-protest, half-plead, but you continued kissing his ear, his cheek, the bridge of his nose before claiming his mouth again, cupping his beautiful face between your hands and he melted. Faint whimpers were swallowed by your lips as the air grew more and more intense. It didn’t take much for you to start thrusting your tongue into his mouth, almost like you were fucking his face already as he whimpered and gasped for air, fingers trembling in arousal and anticipation for you to fuck his other entrance.  

And, just like that, he was putty in your hands, so pliant and soft, looking up at you as if you were a deity and him your loyal servant, ready to follow you every word.

Splaying your palm against his chest you gently pushed him down, voice full of warmth “Lay down for me?”

He nodded with a sigh and laid down on the bed, hands seeking your body like he would never want to let you go, but you withdrew anyway. You hocked your fingers in his underwear to finally set him free, cock bouncing against his stomach. He hissed at the slight contact.  

You hummed approvingly at the pretty view; he splayed out on the bed, hair dropped like a curtain on the pillow, cheeks and chest dusted in pink with his mouth half open and his eyes ablaze not leaving your form, waiting for your next movement.

You licked your teeth wickedly as you scraped your nails across his thighs watching him grabbing the pillow in one fist, separating his legs apart in open invitation.

“I should swallow you whole. Get your pretty cock in my mouth and suck until you cum down my throat. Would you like that, dear?” his soft whimper and the slight twitch of his cock were answer enough. You smirked. “Maybe I will keep you inside my warm mouth after, sucking until you are a crying, overstimulated mess.”

“Oh god,” you pressed down his twitching thighs keeping him in place.

You were tempted to follow your words, to have him crying like a lost puppy while you played with his oversensitive cock, but there were other ways to make him cry, one that you had promised. If you kept your word, you would have him trembling and whimpering against the pillow in a few moments.

Your fingers wrapped around his pretty cock, thumb circulating the sensitive head. Kyojuro’s hips buckled up into your hand, eyes closed and brow furrowed, the sudden touch too much without the fabric mitigating the contact.

“Open your eyes Kyojuro, let me see those pretty things,” he whined, but compliant. Always so obedient.

He deserved a reward. Plus, you really wanted to see those bright eyes rolling back in his head.

You moved your hand fast and rough, all the way from head to base, fingers rubbing the skin without leaving even an inch untouched, Kyojuro’s back arched off the bed, feet digging into the mattress, a choke-out noise coming from his throat at the speed of your movement.

“Please, love! Please I can’t– “ his body was quivering, stomach visibly spasming at his approaching orgasm. He was too close.

You withdrew your hand as abruptly as the stimulation started and Kyojuro choked at the change, shuddering, cock still rock hard and drooling like a leaking pipe. His body was suspended in the air for a blissful second before collapsing in bed, mouth hung open mumbling nonsense pleas.

That was fucking close. You really needed to get a hold of yourself, even with how hard it was to control yourself when you have him like this.  

You slapped his thigh, one, two, three times, the sound echoing in the room. He jumped and groaned but it helped him calm down, otherwise, he would cum as soon as you got your hands on him again.

You caressed his thighs, softer this time and smiled down at him; fiery eyes glazed, pupils dilated, cheeks, nose and ears as red as his strands of hair and you would have chuckled if you had any air left.  

Rengoku smiled back weakly, he tried at least, all his energy concentrating on his arousal.  

“Please, I um…” he swallowed hard, then added, “would you touch me, my love?” your smile grew an inch, fingers massaging his skin.

His breath hitched when your nails caressed his thigh, his hips, his belly, the muscles spamming under your light touch.

“Where, my sweet boy? Tell me where you want me,” he whined and squirmed, head to the side almost as if shy, obviously frustrated but he wasn’t one to complain. He wanted to be good, to be rewarded, always so eager to please.  

“M-my ass. I need you, please.”

That was all you ever wanted. With a growl, you pressed your fingers into his skin before sinking your teeth into his thigh. Kyojuro squirmed as you sucked the skin between your teeth making sure to leave a red mark. Once satisfied with your work you soothed the bruise with a sweep of your tongue and resurfaced to look at his fucked-up state.

You kind of wanted to kiss the tip of his dick again, lick the precum clean just to see it get wet all over again, but your boyfriend was so close to cumming you doubted he could take it.

“On your knees, dear.”  

His eyes lighted up and, as quickly as his stimulated body allowed him, he scrambled to the side, then on his knees and hands, eager to get what you had promised him.

You tutted at him, one hand at the back of his neck. “Down, love,” your voice honey-sweet as you gently pressed him down the mattress, cheek flushed against the cotton sheet, mouth hung open in a shaking breath. “Good boy.”

“T-thank you,” you smiled sweetly at his quiet, grateful voice, scratching his scalp as his eyes closed in blissfulness.

He looked so relaxed, relinquished all power to you, his beloved, trusting completely that you would take care of him. You bite your lips to stiffen a moan, your arousal screaming behind your underwear. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, but you were nothing but patient and tonight it was about him and him alone.

You moved, hand traveling from his scalp to his neck and back, fingertips light as a feather over overheated skin. His fingers closed around the sheet in anticipation and in the quiet room, you could hear his exciting breath.

His ass was a work of art, marvelous in its perfect beauty, and how could you resist such a delicate thing? How could you deny this beautiful man his fantasy when it was all you ever wanted, too? you would die a happy person if you got the pleasure of tasting him one last time.

You grabbed his ass cheeks between your palms and squeezed, digging your fingers into pale skin that was rapidly becoming rosy. Rengoku rocked into your touch, quietly moaning your name.

“Yes, please. Yes.”  

Fuck he was so eager. You scratched your nails into his ass, then his thighs, a light touch like before but he was crazy sensitive already and was soon trembling in anticipation. You licked your lips and couldn’t resist biting into his left cheek making him yelp in surprise and pleasure pain. You sucked another hickey, leaving your mark as you kept his legs open, one hand on each thigh.

Once the mark was made you took advantage of your privileged view.

Oh and what a sign he was. Quivering legs sprawled open, back arched, painfully hard cock leaking in earnest, a puddle of precum forming in the towel. You growled, thumb pressing against his entrance, Rengoku’s breath hitched at the promise of intrusion.

You licked from his taint to his hole, plucking the sensitive skin between your lips and sucked. Kyojuro whined, hips moving on its own accord seeking more of your mouth, the stimulation good but not enough. You soothed him with your hands, massaging his ass cheeks and his new bruise as you circle his entrance, warm breath ghosting over warmer skin. You licked and sucked around his hole, grazing your teeth over the soft skin, and just in a few minutes he was loose enough for the intrusion of your tongue.

Such a good boy, always taking you so easily. You have played with him many times before and it was almost as if his ass was made for you; for your tongue, your fingers, your cock. You growled for that thought, the sound vibrating into him making him cry out.

You took your time exploring his familiar hole, rugged, warm skin squeezing your tongue in waves of pleasure as your fingertips caressed the place above it. Your free hand found his taint rubbing it a little before pressing on it, slightly. Rengoku mewled, rocking against your touch like he couldn’t control his body anymore, unintelligible words crushed against the sheets, mouth probably drooling. You could imagine his dazed look, pretty eyes shining with unshed tears as you ate him up like it was the most delicious of meals.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

Thrusting into his ass, eyes closed, you gave him a few spanks and the contrast between pain and pleasure made him go crazy, babbling and rocking against you, seeking more, deeper but not really getting it with your tongue alone.  

The good thing about tongue-fucking Rengoku was, that he rarely could cum just from that, he was crazy sensitive but still needed either some stimulation on his dick or something longer in his ass, you could happily keep him on the edge for as long as you wanted.

He was being such a good boy that night, though, you had to reward him.  

You gave him one more spank before taking your tongue out. He sobbed, “No! Please darling, pleas–“

Smack.

Smack.

Two more spanks, one of each cheek and he was ready to start crying, you thought. Eyes squeezed close, a pool of saliva around his panting mouth, whole body quivering like a leaf, legs close to giving up completely under him but he was strong and stubborn and he wanted to make you feel proud of him, enduring your sweet torture for as long as you wanted.

Kyojuro was really loosened now, so easy for you to slip one finger in and then another, fucking into him as you took his red ass in hand. Languid and slow, really wanting to drag this a bit more, he sobbed arching his back like he could take more of your fingers with the movement. A single tear ran down his cheek as he chanted your name against the bedsheet, eager walls fluttering around your fingers like they have been waiting all day to be filled.

“Fuck, Kyojuro, look at you. You love my fingers, don’t you?”

“Aa-ha… please.”

He was too far gone. With a growl, you finally started fucking him in earnest, deeper than your tongue ever could and the vague thought of recording this crossed your mind, of having this beautiful view on video for you to watch whenever you wanted, to show Kyojuro what a pretty mess he was, how good he looked with your fingers deep inside him.

“Yes! Oh yes, please. Please!”  

You cursed under your breath, the image of his big, muscular ass swallowing your fingers etched into your mind, hips trying to rock senseless against you but you kept a hold of him, setting the pace yourself as you fucked into his most sensitive spot over and over again.

He cried out when you held his dick and it only took two strokes for him to explode in your hand, cumming all over the towel. You kept milking him until he collapsed on the bed like a rag doll, stretching his sore legs without caring about the mess under him.  

His body squirmed and twitched in pleasure and exhaustion, you pulled your fingers out and fell down next to him, gliding your underwear off and immediately touching yourself with your other hand. Kyojuro opened his eyes slowly, teary gaze focusing on you as you pleasured yourself, just with a few caresses your mind went blank and you came all over your hand, trembling and moaning his name, his fingers caressed your cheeks, your hair, soothing you throughout your orgasm.

Before you could go back to the real world your boyfriend was kissing your face all over, cupping your cheeks, thumbs brushing your damp skin. You moaned into his mouth, all soft and pliant, mind made of the sweetest clouds and you knew you would do whatever the fuck he asked you to at that moment.

“God darling, that was amazing. You were amazing,” more kisses; on your nose, your eyes, the corner of your mouth and you had no idea how the hell he still had any energy left but that was your partner, always ready to shower you with kisses. Still, you didn’t miss how coarse his voice was, his breath uneven, hands trembling slightly as he touched you.

You hummed contently and clasped his hand, kissing his knuckles as you played with his hair. Kyojuro rested his head on your chest, sparkling eyes still on you. You chuckled “I know I promised I’ll use your mouth but was gonna pass out if I didn’t touch myself.”

He smiled sweetly at you, kissing your collarbone. “It’s quite alright, love. And honestly? I’m still not sure I can breathe properly yet, let alone use my mouth on you,” his laughter rumbled against your chest and ribcage, the tingly vibration and the cheerful sound sending you back in the clouds. His laughter always made you feel warm and loved.

Then a careful bite. Careful but with intent and you moaned faintly as Kyojuro nipped your skin, eyes turning mischievous, smile wicked.

“Mmm I should return the favor, tomorrow. Maybe you could ride my face? Use it until you cum a few times, perhaps?”

You moaned at the prospect, and the proposal was entirely too enticing to not be accepted.  

“I would love that, my darling.”

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