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hyperactively-me · 10 months

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black tie affair

He slowly comes up behind you, hands stretched out in front of him, wordless. He grasps your waist firmly, holding you in place as his other hand brushes up against your lower back. You shiver under his touch, body still, unmoving. He was so close. So close.

"oh nooooo the zipper on my dress is stuck, what ever will i do? who would ever help meee?"

zipper is stuck trope. with ghost. lol bye.

also, don’t mind me making stuff up for this fic. don't think too hard about it. let's just pretend!

(asks are open)

happy reading

EDIT: PART 2 OUT NOW

warnings: none

Tonight was the Special Forces Military Ball. It was a once-a-year event that everyone on the task force looked forward to as an opportunity to unwind from work. A night of speeches, dancing, and drinking was highly awaited.

You were in a hotel room, finishing applying your makeup in the small bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. The lighting was horrendous, but you persevered. You gently brush on the last touches of your eyeshadow, blinking a few times at your reflection in the mirror. You tilt your face side to side, inspecting every inch of your makeup before pulling back, smiling contentedly at your work. It’s been a while since you last wore this much makeup. A quick sigh escapes your lips as you turn out of the bathroom and into the main room.

A long, black dress lays across the hotel bed. The dress swishes gently across the floor as you pick it up from the bed and hold it up in front of you in front of the floor length mirror. The sweetheart neckline swoops gracefully, the thick straps of the dress adorned with small silver gems. The skirt of the dress hugs all of your curves in the right places, accentuating your features.

You start to slip on the dress, pulling it up and around your body, then pulling the sleeves over to rest on your shoulders. Reaching around your back, your hands come up as you fumble around with the zipper, only pulling it up an inch before it stops.

You try pulling it as hard as you can to no avail. Messing with the zipper a few more times does absolutely nothing, the continuous motion of pulling it up and down useless in aiding you. The zipper rests, stuck, on your lower back.

“Fuck” you groan, annoyed with the stubborn zipper.

You angle your back towards the mirror and stare at it, mostly bare, with a frown. Someone was going to have to help you with this.

Everyone, with the exception of one person, was busy preparing for the event as you racked your brain about who you could call.

Simon “Ghost” Riley.

The big guy.

You grab your phone and scroll through your contacts before your finger lands on his name. You hesitate for a moment, almost already regretting this. Next thing you know, you bring the phone up to your ear, biting your lip as it rings. The phone rings once, twice, then you hear the line pick up.

“Hello?” the low timbre of his voice echoes from the phone.

You inhale dramatically, and turn to look at yourself in the mirror.

“Hi,” you sigh.

The silence from the other end is overbearing. You grimace a little.

You speak quickly, “So uh, I need some help.” You hold your breath as you wait for a response, any response from him.

You hear some shuffling around, and a small cough. You roll your eyes once more.

“Please,” you strain.

He hesitates for a moment. “What’s wrong?”

“This is awkward, but uh, the zipper on my dress is stuck, and you’re the only person I could think of to call and I totally get it if you can’t help me–”

“Which room is yours?” he cuts you off briskly. The shuffling in the background abruptly stopped.

Your mouth opens and closes for a moment, shaking your head as you try to answer.

“Oh, yeah, it’s room 456, fourth floor…” you trail off.

He hangs up without a word. You bring the phone away from your ear slowly and stare at yourself in the mirror once more.

He really is a man of few words.

You pace the room a few times, waiting for him when a single, brief knock raps your door. You stop in your tracks and turn to the door, then run to the mirror to make sure you look presentable enough. You look through the peekhole just to make sure its Ghost before you pull open the door swiftly.

You’re met with his chest in your face, and you drag your eyes upward to his face. His covered face. In that skull mask he always wears. He’s wearing a black tuxedo along with a crooked black tie.

“Hi” he says simply, raking his eyes down your form.

You immediately grab his bicep and pull him into the room and shut the door behind you, pressing your exposed back to the door. He chuckles quietly at you, raising his eyebrows in amusement under his mask.

“Thank you so much for coming” you breathe out, wringing your hands together.

He just stares at you for a moment longer, taking in your appearance unabashedly. He shoves his hands in his pocket and clears his throat.

“Wow. You look amazing” he whistles.

Your cheeks heat up, your mouth slightly agape as the air leaves your lungs.

“Thank you.”

Your dress swishes around your feet as you push yourself off the door, brushing past him. “I could say the same for you, Simon.”

Turning around, you brush a piece of stray hair behind your ear, taking a deep breath. He takes a few heavy steps towards you, his silence overbearing.

“If you could zip me up, that would be great” you smile gently at him, biting your bottom lip awkwardly. You turn around, your exposed back facing Ghost, and you pull your hair over your shoulder. His breath wavers, eyes roaming the expanse of your back, then finally coming to rest on the small of your back. He slowly comes up behind you, hands stretched out in front of him, wordless. He grasps your waist firmly, holding you in place as his other hand brushes up against your lower back. You shiver under his touch, body still, unmoving. He was so close. So close. His free hand closes around the zipper, hesitant to free it.

“Ghost–”

“It’s Simon. Simon, when we’re not on job,” he corrects. You stand up straight.

“Simon. Are you going to zip me up?”

He grunts quietly, then pulls at the zipper once, twice, before it's finally freed. You can feel heat radiating from his fingers as he pulls the zipper up agonizingly slow. As he pulls it up your back, his fingers brush against your skin, the small touches making your knees weak. Your cheeks feel hot from his languid movements. You let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding when he zipped it up to the top.

The trance you were in abruptly stops as you hear the small click of the zipper hitting the top. You swiftly turn around, the skirt of your dress bustling around as you take a step back, his hand falling from your hip.

“Well, thank you Gh– Simon” you say, pushing your hair back to its original place. You rock back on your heels as you inspect his covered face.

His eyes look blown wide, his hands now pulling at the bottom of his tux jacket.

“‘s not a problem” he murmurs, eyes still not looking away from you. His hands wander up to his loosened tie, fidgeting with it.

You notice his tie isn’t properly tied, and you take a few steps close to him, your eyes staring straight at his chest.

“Let me help you with that” you point to his tie. You take his hands in yours and gently pull them to his sides. His hands dwarf your own, and you drop them. His breath hitches.

You wrestle with the tie, your hands brushing up against his chest and collarbone as you twist it into perfection. You keep your eyes trained on the tie, biting your lip as you concentrate. Simon’s eyes remain locked on you, following your every movement.

The silence permeates the air, save for the rustling of fabric against fabric.

You finish tying the knot, and pull it up tight to rest against the base of his throat. He stretches his neck upwards as your hands come to fasten the tie in place. You smooth your hands on the edge of his jacket, straightening out any remaining wrinkles. Your head tilts upwards, smiling softly at him.

“There” you sigh contentedly, patting his cheek gently before pulling away.

Before you could fully remove yourself, his hand snakes down to your waist, pulling you up against his body. A small squeak slips out of you as his hands rigidly hold your waist.

“Simon–”

“Stop talking.”

Before you could even process his movements, he yanks his mask over his nose. Your breath catches in your lungs as your eyes trail the features of his lower face. His breath is hot on your face as he leans down, closer and closer. “Can I kiss you?” he murmurs, eyelashes fluttering as he stares at your lips, noses bumping into each other. He’s only an inch or two away from your face, and you can see every lineament of his skin, his cheekbones, the tip of his pointed nose, his lips. He smells like sandalwood and vetiver, the scent peppery and strong.

You nod your head fervently, heart racing in your chest.

“Please.”

That’s all he had to hear you say.

Simon leans in, closing the miniscule gap between you two. He leans down to press a firm kiss on your lips, inhaling sharply at the contact, eliciting a soft sound from you. Your hands wrap around his neck, tugging him down to your height as his hands roam up and down your back. Simon draws your body against his, pulling you flush against him. He begins to nip your bottom lip, tongue swiping over your lip as if to ask permission. You let him take charge, his hand gliding up your body, your breath growing ragged.

He bites your lip, slowly pulling away as he breaks contact. You gulp in the cool air of the room, studying his face as he slowly pulls his mask down in place. Your ears are red, face flushed.

“You’re beautiful,” his voice comes out hoarse as he takes your hand in his. He rubs his thumb in circles around your palm, outlining your face.

“Thank you” you whisper, taking his hand into your own.

You gingerly pull him out of your room, and don’t let go of his hand for the rest of the night.

PART 2

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Lab Rats

Pairings: professor!Jonathan Crane x student!Reader Word Count: 8.2k words Prompt: Sex Pollen Warnings: NSFW, smut, dubcon, professor/student relationship, sex pollen, oral (m!receving), fingering, edging, multiple orgasms, dumbification, name calling, degradation, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie... A/N: This is a day late, but I got it done! I hope you enjoy this filthy piece. Dr. Crane is so much fun to write for!

The call of your name stalled you from packing the rest of your items, your fingers tingling and your ears burning at the sound of your name breaching his lips.

“Could you stay after class, please?” Professor Crane asked, looking upon you with a set smile.

You remained calm. He would read any unnecessary excitement in the way you breathed.

You nodded, trying to sink back into the rest of the class, packing their bags to leave. You pulled the zipper of your bag closed. When enough people left the room, you made your way to the front with your bag on your person.

You had taken a certain fascination with Dr. Jonathan Crane the first moment you stepped into his class. He was handsome and charming, he knew how to teach and he always managed to pull you in.

He wasn't soft on anyone, even his favorite student usually didn't receive much special treatment. On the first day of classes, he told everyone that 50% of the class would be walking out of the door by the end of the week, and he was right. Better for you, that just meant less people to steal his attention away, less competition when it came to acing his tests and projects.

You loved his class, not just for the topic—obviously. Over the past couple of weeks, you felt his shift. His usual objectivity had switched and he seemed to point you out a little more. He praised your work, he accepted all of your input in class, he would even email you personally (sometimes talk to you after class) on your work to tell you how well you were doing.

You knew your attraction toward him would never amount to anything, it would never work out. But your fantasy was enough to quench your hunger for his attention and affection.

“Yes, sir?” you asked as you walked up to him.

Crane smiled at you. “I have a few matters I would like to speak with you privately… Could you spare the time?”

The strength of your heartbeat was extra hard for a few moments as you took in his words. You nod, “Of course, professor.”

“Step into my office?” he asked, gesturing toward the door with his name on it.

You took the first step, walking toward the door as he followed behind. You were suddenly very self-conscious of the way that you walked as you opened the door.

He moved around you when you were both inside, allowing you to shut the door as he took his spot in front of his desk. He leaned back on it, crossing his legs at the ankles and putting his hands in his pockets.

You knew this one. He was presenting his body language to seem more relaxed in order to ease you from your guard so he could properly manipulate you into agreeing with whatever he said.

He sighed, taking a moment to look upon you. “I would like you to know that I admire you and your work greatly,” he began, “and this is what allows me to ask this of you so freely.”

You blinked, anticipating his offer. “Yes, professor?”

He smiled, almost slyly. “I am conducting an experiment of sorts, a scientific breakthrough that I would like you to be the face of.”

You stared at him, your eyes wider than you meant for them to be as you slowly recovered. “I… Me?”

He nodded. “As part of a selection of students.”

Your heart sunk slightly at that. One of a group, but his first choice, at least…

“Oh,” you nodded. “Alright, uhm… Why—What, uh…” You reprimanded yourself for your lack of eloquence. “What is the experiment? What kind is it?”

“Unfortunately,” he breathed in deep, letting out a long sigh, “that must be kept a secret until I come to a close. It's not quite done—a few last minute tweaks need to be made…” He looked off slightly, thinking to himself for a split second. His attention turned back to you, looking at you a little closer, bringing you in.

He spoke slowly, leaning off the desk to stand. He moved a little closer, and you felt his hand brush your elbow. “But I would like to know that you would be willing to drop everything at a moment’s notice when I do contact you for it.”

He took another step forward, closer now to you. You knew this one, too. He was making it personal, making you compliant. You knew this trick, it was Psychology 101.

But it worked anyway.

“Oh,” you licked your bottom lip: your own trick. “Okay.”

He smiled, raising his brows, “Yes?” he nodded.

You returned the nod. “Yes, sir,” you smiled. “I…would be honored to.”

He held your eye contact, not letting go as he nodded. “Excellent!” he exclaimed gently. He leaned in a little, close to your face, too close for a professor talking to his student. “You really are my greatest student.”

You smiled, perhaps too much. You feel too giggly. “I'm…so glad.”

He moved his hand from your elbow to raise a finger, shaking it gently at you. “Remember,” he teased, “at a moment’s notice.”

You nodded definitely. “Of course.”

He offered you a charming smile before stepping out of your space, breaking the spell. He tilted his head toward you. “You may go.” Just as you were lifting your foot, he held out a hand toward you. “And thank you very much.”

With one last nod, you stepped back. “Not a problem, sir.”

You stepped out of his office, closing the door gently behind you. Gently biting your lip, you unsilenced your phone as you left his classroom.

The shrill ring of your phone cut through the late night and woke you brutally from your slumber. You gasped as you reluctantly blinked through the dark to direct your eyes to the abusive light emanating from the phone. The clock next to it on the nightstand read far past midnight. You moaned deeply, speaking but only forming actual words toward the middle of your complaint.

“...’f i’s ‘nother sp’m…” You wiped your face and covered your eyes as you answered the phone, not quite awake but too tired to deal with waking up.

“Hullo?”

The voice on the other end woke you up just a little more, not quite clearing the fog in your brain but allowing you to put more effort into sounding a little more awake.

“It's time.”

Time for wh—Oh.

You suddenly remembered Dr. Crane's experiment, the one he wanted to test with you. Your gut clenched and your heart picked up and startled you awake. It was time.

“Oh.”

You pressed your finger into the doorbell, checking the address of Dr. Crane's house out of nerves a fifth time and the time for the twentieth. You wrapped your coat tighter around you, the chilly breeze persuaded by the winter air of Gotham so close to Christmas time. They would be letting you out for the break soon…

The door opened, a little crack and a creak to allow you entry.

“Just go along with whatever happens.”

You thought back to his instructions on the phone, vague instructions you briefly considered not trusting. But he was your professor. He had your best interests at heart, surely.

You reached your hand toward the knob, timidly reaching. He wasn't at the door. Should you actually go in?

“Don't waste time asking questions. Everything will be explained when you get there.”

You pushed the door open and walked inside, shucking your coat off as you nervously looked around the house. You shut the door behind you, hanging your coat on the rack by the entrance and leaving your shoes next to the ones by the door.

You swallowed thickly as you looked around, stepping further inside. “Uhm…” you cleared your throat. “Dr. Crane? Are you still home?”

You were met with silence as you continued to quietly step through the living room, the air so still that you could feel your heart beating heavily in your chest. You were so nervous, your blood was pumping and you were bordering on scared as you tried to keep your breath level. Your flesh raised with goosebumps. It was too quiet.

You almost didn't want to speak again, afraid to break the silence and disturb something unknown lurking around the corner.

“Dr. Crane?” you called again, suddenly feeling very warm and very frightened. Where was he? “Professor?”

“In here.”

The voice was distant when he spoke, giving you some reprieve from the silence but feeding your anxiety, fueling your fight-or-flight.

“Where?” you wondered aloud, stepping past the archway that led into the hall.

“Just a few steps more…”

Could he see you? Was he taunting you on purpose? Perhaps part of the experiment?

The anxiety curled in your stomach, kept your footsteps slow and your breath shallow and a scream ready in your throat in case you needed it.

You were reluctant to speak. “Sir?” You pressed your palm along the wall of the hall and began to peer around the corner, into a room on the left. Maybe Dr. Crane was waiting there…

A strange, strong mist invaded your senses as you turned the corner. Raring up the scream, you gasped and your eyes stung, resulting in a heavy cough that took a moment to die down. You braced yourself on the wall, holding yourself up as you tried to clear your eyes, clouded by tears from both the coughing and the mist burning your eyes. You watched the mist clear, breathing in desperately for air.

“Shh, shh, shh, shh,” Dr. Crane's voice came, then his hands on your shoulders as he pulled you in and guided you into the room. “That's good,” he bid.

He held you steady as you blinked rapidly and steadied your breath. “I took the liberty of testing my hypothesis that it would work faster if the patient is already running on adrenaline.”

You wiped the tears roughly from your eyes. “Professor, what–?”

“Hush,” he cut you off, bringing you to the bed. “Sit here,” he said, lowering you down.

He pulled up a chair, sitting across from you before handing you a handkerchief. You took it greedily and began wiping your face. You sighed deeply into the fabric, holding your head in your hands as you adjusted.

“Okay,” he said, smiling. “Now that's done…the substance you've just inhaled is an aphrodisiac of my own design.”

You stilled entirely, looking up at him tentatively as your eyes widened. You blinked, shaking your head as you tried to organize your thoughts. It was an… an—“Aphrodisiac…” you muttered.

“Yes,” he nodded. “Aphrodisiac.”

You were suddenly dizzy, processing his words too slowly as you put together what this meant. An experiment with an aphrodisiac… and you were the “face” of it all?

“The word itself comes from the Greek name ‘Aphrodite’, which—I'm sure you know—is the Greek goddess of Sex.” You looked up at him as he began explaining, rolling up the sleeves of his white button down and dusting off his black slacks. Adjusting his glasses on his nose, he continued, “As far as the function of the substance is concerned, it affects hormone levels and accelerates blood flood, increasing chemicals in your brain like—dopamine, glutamic acid, nitric oxide, oxytocin to enhance sexual arousal.” He sounded like he was reading straight out of a book as he spoke with his hands, illustrating the drug to you to paint pretty pictures for you to apply to what was happening to you, in your own body.

It was getting warm, the physical exertion from the adrenaline, likely. The suspense and anxiety from before, along with the shock of Dr. Crane's mist had thrust you into an adrenaline rush. That was surely all it was.

“It relaxes smooth muscles,” he continued. “Stimulates erections, increases arousal.”

You fought the urge to clench your thighs at the idea of it. He was your psych professor and you were his student, and he was testing aphrodisiacs on you and telling you how it made boners and stiff nipples and fucking arousal.

“Professor,” you muttered.

He stopped you, raising a finger. “Please hold. I'm not finished.” He cleared his throat and thought for a moment. “Where was I? Aphrodisiacs are commonly found in natural foods or herbs, though the change in sexual desire is usually unnoticed when these substances—like chocolates, most commonly, or oysters and figs and strawberries—are consumed.”

You clenched the handkerchief in your hand, rubbing your palms against your thighs roughly. “Professor Crane.” You felt like your head was beginning to spin.

He sighed at you, seemingly disappointed. “I hope you're interrupting me for a good reason.”

You stared at him straight on, nearly glaring as a thin layer of sweat began to form over your skin. “It's hot,” you huffed.

“Well, that's to be expected,” he shrugged. He looked you up and down, smiling with a gentle chuckle. “How rude of me. How are you feeling?”

You brought the handkerchief to your forehead, breathing uneasily. “Hot.”

“As you've already stated.” He waved his hand dismissively. “What else?”

You didn't want to say: considering the heat was spreading through your body and scouring your nerves with a flush of lust. The last thing you wanted to do was explain that you were horny to your professor.

He tilted his head at your hesitation, noticing the way you turned away, closed yourself off. He raised a brow. “Come on,” he bid. He didn't sound like he was encouraging you, he sounded like he was taunting you. “Don't leave any details. This is an experiment, might I remind you. If you leave anything out, it could hinder the research.”

“Um,” you struggled, your voice trembling a little. You felt like your whole body would soon follow suit. You felt shaky, like you’d fall if you tried to stand. “Uh.” You couldn’t figure out what to say—it was humiliating to say the least, looking at your professor and forcing your eyes to stay on his face, because fuck…you wanted him so bad.

He raised a brow, waiting expectantly, “Well?”

You couldn’t. “I don’t know,” you muttered. “It’s just hot.”

He reached his hand out and pressed the back of his palm to your forehead. The coolness of his skin against the heat of your face was like a salve to a cruel burn. You leaned into him, stifling your moan as best you could as your eyes fluttered at the contact. It felt so good.

“Mm,” he hummed, pretending not to notice your weakness as he shifted his hand to your temple. “You’re burning up.” You knew he was taunting you when his hand slipped down to your neck, pressing against your scorching skin and sending goosebumps through your body. Your heart felt like it would leap out of your chest any time soon.

When he pulled his hand away, you felt like you could die on the spot as the fever-like heat came back immediately after. You tried to remain impartial, shaking your head to gather your thoughts enough to speak.

“Why couldn’t you have just performed the experiment on your own?” you questioned, wiping your forehead roughly to be rid of the light sheen of sweat coating your skin. “I don’t see how an external test subject was necessary.” Remaining as professional as possible seemed like your best course of action. Insanity or not, this was still a test—you were sure of it—and there was no way you would fail a personal test with Professor Crane and risk falling from such high esteem with him.

He reached behind him where his suit jacket lay neatly on the back of his seat. He removed a second handkerchief from an inside pocket with a dramatic whip, taking his glasses off to clean them as he shook his head. “No, no, no,” he said. “If my theory is correct, the test must be performed with another person present. The substance works by increasing adrenaline. It’s quite similar to my fear toxin.”

You shook your head, “Fear toxin–”

“The adrenaline builds and builds,” he continued, cutting you off with little regard for you, as he glanced through the lenses, “increases the heart rate so much that—if left unresolved—the subject would experience a heart rate so high…” He finished polishing them off before replacing his glasses on the bridge of his nose and directing his analytical gaze toward you once more. With a lurking smile full of sadistic amusement, he spoke in a low voice, “...your little heart would burst in your chest.”

The anxiety curled in your chest until it began its fast evolution to fear. All these emotions mixing within you wasn’t good for your health—and, apparently, neither was this toxin he had infected you with. “...What?” you said. It was the only thing you could manage to say.

He shrugged, tilting his head with a slight roll of his eyes. “Well,” he began to correct himself, “not literally, of course. It’s highly improbable. But your heart would just…stop.” His eyes seemed to darken as he explained it to you, staring too deeply into your own anxious gaze as he seemed to enjoy every minute of this. With a breath, he began again. “And while my toxin has an antidote, there is only one way to reverse the effects of this aphrodisiac.”

You swallowed thickly. “Which is?”

He smirked, though he tried to hide it. “Sexual gratification.”

If you weren’t burning up, your blood would run cold…and then you’d run just as hot as you were running now. Your head was definitely spinning now, images of forbidden desires—which you had pushed down, down to the depths of your mind—flooding to the surface. So many fantasies, so many urges, being unlocked once more as you thought about…reversing the effects.

But, for the millionth time, he was your professor. It didn’t matter how many times you’d fantasized about him having you on your knees, his hands in your hair, his lips all over your body…it couldn’t happen. It shouldn’t happen.

You tried not to clear your throat. It would make you more guilty than you already were. “W-well–” Damn it, you cringed. “–even if that’s true…gratification can be…achieved through…”

He raised a brow, happy to mock you. “Through?”

You took in a steadying breath, looking down at your legs to avoid looking up at him. Your skin was burning, your nerves were tingling with an increasing desire “Through self-pleasure. Masturbation. Couldn’t it?” You were already this far, there was no use in being shy.

But even then…

He tilted his head, sighing. “Unfortunately, no,” he said. “You see, once it has been ingested in any form, only another person's hormones can slow the process—which is why you’re still so in control right now–” you didn’t feel in control, “–but even that isn’t enough. In males, sexual gratification can only be achieved by the release of semen when mixed with a woman’s arousal. Likewise, for a female subject, gratification can only be met through insemination.”

He said it so quickly, so nonchalantly. You had no time to process as you blinked rapidly. “Insem–”

“Therefore, a partner is necessary for the experiment, and only a partner of the opposite sex is truly effective, so…I suppose that’s a loss for the homosexuals, hm?” He shrugged, amused by his own joke.

Pain spasmed in your stomach, a sharp stab in your gut and a stinging sensitivity to everything your skin came in contact with. “Fuck,” you sighed, folding over slightly just as a growing migraine became present enough to matter.

He sighed. “Language, please.”

You rubbed your palms harshly against your eyes, forcing your fingertips against your temple in a useless attempt to ease the pain roaring in your head, sacrificing the stabbing in your gut. “It hurts.” It took everything not to sob.

He turned his head. “What kind of pain?”

“All of the above,” you said impatiently, your voice breaking. “It hurts.”

He hummed and leaned forward. “And where does it hurt the most?” He gestured to your general body. “Or is it just about the same everywhere?”

“It's…” you hesitated, “everywhere.”

Crane tilted his head, looking at you with a glow of disappointment. He removed his glasses with a sigh, setting them to the side and directing his attention entirely on you.

“Now, my dear,” you shuddered at the name, “This doesn't work if you aren't being completely and entirely honest with me. I am quite content to sit here and watch you succumb to my little toxin.” A wash of shock overtook you, your palpitating conflicted between beating too fast and stopping all together.

He continued, a taunting grin curving his lips as he gave you his cold stare. “Without me to help you,” he shrugged, “you have no way of reversing the effects. I'll say you came down with a sudden fever, one you just couldn't fight.”

The hair along your arms stood tall. He couldn't be serious, it was a joke… But when have you known Jonathan Crane to joke?

“But…” you fumbled, trying to decide what to say, “But I've been perfectly healthy. Why would people believe you?”

He tilted his head, looking at you like you were just the cutest, dumbest little thing. “This is Gotham, sweetheart.” He shrugged dismissively. “People die every day, and no one fucking cares.”

Breathing heavily, you put a hand over your stomach and let out a pained moan. You thought to yourself, over his words. You shook your head, not meeting his eyes.

“Cramps.”

He raised a brow questioningly. “Hm?”

“The pain,” you stated. “Stomach cramps, tender nipples and…and clitoris. Even the fabric of my clothes is too much. It hurts.” You ignored the heat in your face. It didn't matter now—the insecurity, the awkwardness. It was strictly scientific. Of course, it was.

“Very good,” he grinned, leaning back and crossing his legs. “Tell me more.”

“Tunnel vision, dizziness, migraine, short breath. It's like… it's almost like a panic attack.”

“Is that all?”

“It's really hot,” you huffed, another pained moan escaping through your unsteady breaths. “I'm really hot.” It didn't matter. “Fuck, professor, I need you.”

“What's that?” The fucker was getting off on teasing you like this, mocking you like it was his only pleasure in life.

“I need you,” you urged, trying not to sound as whiny as you feel.

“Is that so?” he raised a brow, smirking. “Have you told me everything then?”

“Yes, everything. Please.”

“Are you certain?” he pushed.

You felt the wet on your cheek and realized your need and the pain had reached your eyes, the tears welling along your waterline and dropping down in one streak down your face. “Please, I'll do anything!”

He paused slightly. “What's that?”

You reached out and grabbed his hands, pulling them into your lap. There was only one way to ease the pain, the heat, the desire. And you were set on it.

“I'll do anything! Just please, fuck me. Please,” you gasped, pushing through the pounding in your head and the fire in your core.

“Well,” he sighed, pulling his hand from your grasp to check his watch. He tsked to himself, thinking before he hummed. “I suppose I can do that.”

You could have cried—you were crying. “Thank you,” you sighed. “Thank you.”

“But,” he pointed a finger at your face, as though you were a dog being disciplined, “you must do as I say.”

You nodded urgently. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” You shuddered at his words, the praise washing over you like a wave swallowing you whole as you lay on the sandy shore of a beach.

He snapped at you, indefinitely grabbing your attention as he pointed to the space in front of him. You stood from the bed in a moment, your weak legs barely holding you up.

His hands landed on your waist, and you nearly melted at the contact. He turned you around in his hands, looking you up and down with an appreciative moan. “Let's see what we're working with,” he said. “Strip.” The order was plain and simple.

You did as you were told, trying not to be shy about it. He didn't care about shyness, and it didn't matter anyway.

You began peeling your clothes off, moving faster with each inch of skin revealed. Once you were bare in front of him, you fought the overwhelming urge to cover yourself. He wanted to see you, to see what you had to offer.

He hummed to himself, snapping again. “On your knees.” Again, you did as you were told.

Moving to your knees, he took your face in his large hands. You melted against him, your eyes fluttering shut as a deep moan escaped you. His hands felt so cool in comparison to your burning skin. If you weren't so desperate for more of what he had to offer, you would be perfectly content with sitting here and having him hold you like this.

When his hands lightly smacked your cheeks, your eyes snapped open as you brought yourself out of the sticky feeling of the subtle pleasure. “Keep your eyes open. And open your mouth.”

You parted your lips, and he slipped his thumb between them and pried your mouth open wide. He set his thumb on your tongue, pulling it over your bottom set of teeth and pushing his thumb farther into your mouth. Your breaths blew over his skin as he felt the softness of your cheeks, your tongue.

He surprised you when his hand was suddenly between your thighs, his fingers stroking through your folds as you gasped. “Jesus, you're fucking dripping.” He ran his fingers along your lower lips and the insides of your thighs where the arousal was smothered halfway down your thighs.

You whimpered and whined when he shoved his middle and ring fingers inside of you without warning, delving them into your hot, dripping, tight pussy. You tried not to squirm at the way his fingers wiggled inside you.

“Yes,” he sighed. “This'll do nicely.”

He pulled them out of you, shoving those same fingers between your lips to make you taste your arousal. “Suck,” he commanded. You obeyed.

You suckled around his fingers and felt another rush of molten arousal wash through you at the way he stares at you, his eyes dark and primal. You needed him.

“Strip me,” he said, pulling his hand away. From your knees, you unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, letting your hands press against the expanse of his chest and soothe you the slightest bit. You unbuckled his best and shoved his pants down his legs, removed it from his body like undoing ropes tying him to a chair.

You stared at his briefs, his half-hard erection tenting them as he enjoyed the sight of your mindless struggling. He placed a hand in your hair, gripping a fistful and holding you securely. “Now be a good girl and suck my cock.”

You pulled his boxers down without hesitation and only faltered as you saw him for the first time. This was absurd. You never thought you'd find yourself in this situation—staring at your professor’s erection, long and hard and flushed with his own lust for your body, about to wrap your lips around it.

You gripped him in your hand and he stifled a grunt at the feeling of your insistence. You stroked him a few times before sticking your tongue out and licking a long strip up the underside of his cock, tasting his precum beading at the tip and immediately becoming addicted to the taste. Whether it was him or just his toxin, the taste of him was mesmerizing, and you would do anything for more.

You wrapped your lips around him, suckling around the tip and taking him deeper. He let his head fall back just a bit, still watching you as his thighs clenched and his hair gripped your hair tighter. He did not guide you or push you down, he didn't think he needed to. You surprised him as you bobbed your head up and down his cock, taking him farther and farther down with each trip back and forth until he was filling your throat with his length and making you gag.

He grunted as you suckled some more. Your cunt clenched around nothing, aching for any kind of pressure as your clit pulsed and your walls fluttered. You ran a hand down your body, dipping between your thighs to try and ease some of the tension. You pressed down hard on your clit one time, a moan coming from your throat and shivering through his spine.

He pulled you by your hair off of his cock. “Did I say you could touch yourself, sweetheart?” You shook your head pathetically. “Then why are you doing it?”

You couldn't win this, you knew that. Using your desperation as regret, you frowned and whispered, “Sorry, sir.”

He loosened his grip enough to let you get back to work, still holding onto you as he leaned back again. Your lips found his cock once more, addicted and able to ignore the burn for now, a short escape from the pain.

You swirled your tongue around him, suckling as you went along. Crane stared at you with a dark gaze as you sucked him off. You flattened your tongue against him, going farther down his length with each swallow around his tip. Sticky white precum continued to seep from his slit and onto your tongue. You were drunk on the taste of him, taking him as best you could.

Crane looked like a dream, his head tilted back and his lips parted as you brought him closer and closer to a great release. Both his hands were tangled in your hair by now, holding on to you and his remaining control.

He was right about the hormones. Being this close to him, inhaling the scent of his cologne, the scent of his skin swirling around your head, was easing the searing desperation.

You felt him twitching on your tongue and suckled around him a little more. He was close, you could feel it. You didn't know if it was his toxin or not, but the idea of him spilling all over your tongue drove you crazy with lust.

He began to tense and groaned. “And that's enough of that,” he huffed, pulling you off of him by your hair and keeping you back, even through your attempts at licking the precum spilling from his tip.

“My, my,” he breathed. “Such a desperate little thing.”

You caught your breath as you spoke, your lips swollen and your eyes hooded as you did. “I need you,” you begged, gripping his thighs tight.

“Well,” he stood, snapping and gesturing for you to stand as well—you obeyed. “You'll have to be patient, sweetheart. I'm not through with my tests yet.” You whined. “Lay down.”

You did as told once again. He looked over your body, running a finger down the center of you, from your collarbone to your pelvis. You shuddered and whimpered but said nothing.

“I don't have any cuffs in here, so a tie will have to work.” He found his jacket draped along the back of his chair and pulled the tie neatly tucked inside of it out.

You held your breath as he reached for your hands, grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head. He put them around the bars of the headboard and, with more skill than you expected, tied them together to keep you bound there.

He gave a content sigh at the sight of you, smiling to himself. His eyes found yours as his fingertips grazed your side “Now, you can be as loud as you want. No need to hold back. We're all alone in here.”

He stood over you as his palm smoothed along your skin, reaching further down until he found your mound, slick and hot and waiting for something to slip inside it.

Your breath quickened in anticipation, waiting for him to make his move as his fingers played with your skin. Holding eye contact, he slipped his finger inside of you, parting your folds and burying itself in deep.

Your head lolled back as you moaned, the sound sticky with lust. He sank in deep, inch by torturous inch. You held your breath in your, feeling each little bit disappear, knuckle by knuckle, inside.

A second finger joined the first, spreading you open for him. They thrust and curled inside you. You moaned and found yourself grinding your hips into his palm. You needed more, more of him, the bliss of his fingers spread through your body to ease the fire and feed it all at the same time.

“Professor,” you whimpered. “More, please.”

“Hm?” he taunted. “That's not enough for you? You need more?”

“Yes, please,” you gasped.

You clenched around his fingers, feeling him pumping his fingers in and out of you. He curled them against a sweet spot deep within your dripping cunt, exploring your body and becoming familiar with each little nook and cranny. Your back arched and your moans were loud in the space of the bedroom. You had never felt so good before, just by his hands alone.

When his speed increased, you thought you would cry. The dizziness was eased by his pleasure, the headache had waned enough for you to see, and the pain in your stomach had simmered to a dull ache. But his fingers stuffed inside only seemed to heighten the heavy pulse in her veins.

You pulled at the tie wrapped around your wrists as you whined. “Professor, please,” you huffed. “I can't take it. I—fuck—needa cum.”

Letting out what seemed to be a disinterested sigh, he shrugged. “Since you want it so bad…” His thumb pressed against your clit and your back arched slightly at the contact.

You cursed breathily, seeing stars as the pleasure grew and grew and grew at the expertise of his hand. You thought you were going to explode, reaching your peak far too quickly as a knot began to build in your stomach. You tensed, clenching around his fingers as he spread them and curled them and pumped them in and out of you.

“Fuck, can I cum?” you moaned. “Please, professor, I need it so bad.”

He didn’t answer you, rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles as he felt you flutter around his fingers, he listened to your unsteady breath and felt your trembling thighs. You could feel yourself reaching that point, on the verge of finding that bliss…

You whimpered meekly when he suddenly stopped. Watching you with a dark smile, he chuckled as you squirmed and tried to move your hips against his hand. A tear slipped down the side of your face as the pain returned, sharper this time and spreading through your body like you’d been shocked.

“Dr. Crane, please,” you cried, squirming like a worm on a hook.

He laughed at you, looking your body up and down as he disregarded your need and spoke. “How do you feel?” he asked.

Another tear joined the first. “Please, I can’t.”

He tutted, shaking his head. “Ah-ah. Answer my question or I’ll stop completely.”

“No!” you exclaimed. “Please, it hurts. So bad, everything hurts.”

He nodded, “Good girl.” He rewarded you with the movement of his hand once more, filling you back up with his fingers and thrusting them into you.

You were blinded by the pleasure and continued to ride it out, unknowingly that he was beginning a cycle. He would have you crying, breaking down in tears and so desperate to cum all over his hand, only to rob you of such pleasure every time you got close to tasting it. And it hurt. All of it hurt, like you were being burned alive. The imaginary flames licked at your flesh and threatened to sear it off your bones.

You didn’t know how many times he’d done this cruel act upon you, how long you’d been laying there with your legs spread open wide and his fingers shoved inside of you, too caught up in the pain and the ecstasy of it all. “C-Crane,” you muttered, your lips and your tongue lazy with dissatisfaction. “Please.”

You could tell how fun this experiment was for him, and not even in just the sadistic way. He watched you closely, his eyes hooded and dark and his cheeks pink. His cock was still hard, maybe harder still in a painful way that your useless sounds helped him to ignore.

He hummed deeply, considering another dance with desperation. But he let out a deep sigh and shrugged. “I suppose,” he said, his thumb, which had been lazily rubbing too-slow circles on your clit, picking up once again.

And you were so scared it was a trick, that he would pull away and leave you to sob again at the loss of stimulation. The knot built, the dam overflowed, and as you reached your breaking point, you gasped when it all came loose. Your back arched, and you went blind as the pleasure crashed down on you like nothing you’d ever felt.

You cried out his name—or some garbled version of his name that came with not being in touch with your own body. You moaned, breathing too fast and dizzying yourself with your harsh breaths as you did. Crane smiled as he watched you, coaxing you through it as he noted just how good this orgasm must have felt for you.

“Look at you go,” he smiled, still rubbing your clit as he watched the last spasms of pleasure shoot through you. You were so pretty like this, writhing in bed as you came on his hand for the first time, whimpering and whining like a dog.

He pulled his hand from you, darting his tongue to lick the bottom lip of his wolfish grin.

As you began to settle, you let in a deep breath to fill your lungs, laying back lazily as you were offered a moment of stillness. All the pain from before was gone, the thumping in your heart calmed to a slightly quickened ut otherwise rhythmic beat. You could breathe.

Crane was staring at his watch, looking between you and it as he seemed to time something. You paid him little mind, soaking up the calm for as long as you had it.

It was all too soon that the pain began to slip back in, first as a distant sting in your head, then as the dull ache in your stomach. As your breath sped again at the slowly increasing ache, so too did your heart once more. Then the sensitivity of your skin, the burn of your goosebumps rubbing against the sheets or clashing cruelty with the air.

Unable to take so much, you began to cry. “Professor,” you spoke shakily. “Fuck, it hurts. It fucking hurts so bad. I can't—I can't, I can't.”

“Two minutes and seventeen seconds,” he stamped. “It took two minutes for the aphrodisiac to kick in again after the first orgasm has been reached.”

He stared at you, rubbing his bottom lip and sighing with a distant smile. “Oh, the things I want to do to you,” he mumbled. “To make you cum over and over and over again until you're,” he sighed longingly, his eyes fluttering and his jaw clenching with an urge he tried to conceal, “sobbing, trembling in my hands, begging me to stop.”

You shuddered, wanting it so badly but also dreading the opposite of this torture, where you would never stop shaking, never be able to calm as he pulled an orgasm after you one right after the other.

He shook himself out of his daydream. “But, I'm not sure how long you've got. That's an experiment for another day.”

You wanted to say something, but you were at your point in desperation where words were harder and harder to form unless the adrenaline really kicked in.

He positioned himself on the bed, his hand smoothing over your sides. “I bet you need me now, don't you?” Whining pathetically and not caring anymore about sounding decent, you nodded. “Yes, you do. You need me to fuck you, hhh? Take you nice and rough from behind. You need me to fuck you nice and deep, little slut?”

You nodded again, crying, “Please.”

He stood on his knees in front of you, taking your body in his hands and flipping you around, not caring for a moment that you were still tied to the bed frame with your arms now crossed.

He pulled you up on your knees and put your ass on display for him. His hands slapped down on your ass, rubbing harshly on the skin as you whined.

“Be a good girl and beg me to fuck you, sweetheart,” he breathed.

Had you not begged enough? You couldn't count the amount of times you'd told him “Please, professor, please,” and been denied for the sake of his sadism?

Still, you were desperate and you could care less at the moment about his urge to humiliate you. So you did beg, your pounding heart squeezing tears out of your eyes.

“Please, Crane,” you sobbed. “Please, I need you so fucking bad. It hurts, please.”

You were about to continue pouring your heart out when he cut you off. “Okay, okay,” he chuckled. “Calm down. It's not that serious.”

He took his cock in his hand, stroking himself a couple times as he spread your folds for him. In one push, he buried himself to the hilt inside of your tight pussy. He groaned roughly as you clenched around his cock and moaned.

“So fucking tight,” he sighed. “You've been needing this, haven't you?”

You moaned deep in your throat, melting at the feeling of him buried so deep. He chuckled, high off the sight of you so weak. He pulled out of you, an agonizingly slow drag that burned at your nerves until he suddenly thrust back in with a harsh thrust. You lost your breath, your lungs squeezed tight at the pleasure.

He grunted, doing it again and again and again as he just kept holding you tighter, pulling you back to meet each thrust. The smack of his hips against your ass was loud and followed in quick succession as he gave you no time between each thrust to recover.

You felt like your brain had melted, reduced to. a pile of mush in your head as you let yourself be devoured by the pure ecstasy of each thrust staving off the pain of the toxin burning you out.

You gripped the sheets, clenching and unclenching and trying so hard to keep it together as he split you open on his cock.

Crane was hardly keeping it together himself, gripping your waist as he fucked into you from behind. His hair had fallen over his eyes, which were dark and crazed. He had you in his clutches—you, his prey and he, your predator, his teeth and claws in your flesh and bone.

“Is this everything you imagined?” he huffed, bringing a hand to wrap around your throat and pull you up.

You clenched tighter around him and felt your limbs going weak—if he hadn't been holding you up, you would have fallen against the bed again.

“W-What?” you gasped, small and pathetic.

He laughed darkly. “You think I didn't know? What, you thought I couldn't see the way you stared at me during my lectures? You thought I didn't see your glances at my crotch, wondering how big my cock was? Huh? How good it would feel if I fucked you?”

You just kept moaning, unable to hold in your pleasures sobs. He fucked you a little harder, pulling more and more out of you as he did. “Why do you think I chose you, huh?” he taunted, laughing again. “You were perfect for the role. My cock hungry student who would do anything to impress me. Fuck, you were practically begging to be the subject of this experiment.”

It was hard to listen to him when you could barely focus on your own pleasure. Your arousal was dripping down your thighs, coating you in slick. He just kept fucking you, drunk on the pleasure.

“N-Need,” you stuttered, trying to form the words as your tongue was not your own. “Mm-fuck, needa cum.”

He didn't say anything this time as he pressed his finger to your clit. You went limb, letting yourself fall onto the bed as you whined pathetically.

“Look at you,” he smiled, his head tilted back as he relished in the squeeze of your cunt. “My little fucking whore. Does it feel good?” He laughed again, rubbing your clit a little faster. “Are you gonna cum on my cock like a pathetic slut? Hm?”

To answer his question, you did. You let out a choked cry when you came, your eyes rolling back as you went blind with the pleasure that crashed down on you. Your whole body shattered, and your thighs shook at the pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” he huffed as you began tighter, your pussy fluttering around him and only bringing him closer to his own longed-for release. “That's a good fucking girl.”

Your head was filled with white-noise as you floated in that space between orgasms, where your whole body was numb to everything else going on. As he kept fucking you, it didn't last long. You came to and found yourself thrown into another dance of lust.

You chased the pleasure, pleading for it to swallow you whole as you took all that he gave to you. “You like that? You like being ruined by me? Hm?” he breathed, still rubbing your clit, even as you squirm.

You didn't respond, overcome by whining moans. But that was more amusing. “I know you do,” he said. “You liked being fucked dumb, don't you?”

His hips continued to snap into yours, shoving deeper and rougher. His finger on your clit continued to build you up, higher and higher.

“Are you gonna cum again?” he asked, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he kept fucking into you. “Yeah? You're squeezing my cock like you are.”

You managed to nod your head and nothing more, the knot building again in your stomach getting so tight, so close to another blinding release. You braced for it as it grew closer.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum, too,” he breathed. “Gonna cum—so deep inside you. You'll be dripping with me, sweetheart.”

You mewled, closer and closer to–

A loud cry tore from your throat as you came again, blinded and devoured and reduced to nothing but a sobbing mess as the pleasure shook through your body like a rattle.

Unable to hold himself in anymore, he moaned roughly as he spilled so deep inside of you. He gripped you roughly, pulling you back against his cock as he buried himself deep, grinding into you as he fucked his cum inside so you were stuffed with it.

“Fuck, I love this tight little cunt,” he huffed. “Perfect for me.” Your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing him tight as you squelched and gushed around him.

You lay limp against the sheets as the blood roared in your ears. After a moment, when he'd caught his breath and came down from his high, he pulled out of you and let you fall against the bed.

He breathed, letting out a deep sigh. He looked down at you, your spent body still shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure. He picked up your leg, pulling it apart to see your pussy, stuffed and leaking his cum.

He could have cum again at the mere sight of you, your messiness, your exhaustion. He dropped your leg and sat next to your limp body.

“Now,” he said, another breath leaving his lungs. “How do you feel?”

You just lay there, letting out a tiny moan after a while as your only response as you tried to recover. All the pain had disappeared, and all that was left was the heaviness in your limbs and the sore muscles to come.

He hummed a laugh. “I bet.” He reached for his glasses, putting them on the bridge of his nose once more and adjusting them.

He stood, walking somewhere in the room as your eyes followed him. When he picked up a camera hidden in the corner capturing everything that just happened, you couldn't do anything but think about how you wanted to watch it back and see just how much he'd wrecked your body.

He stopped the recording, setting the camera down with a smile. He looked at you again, kneeling in front of the bed as he rested his chin on his hands. “So many things for us to do, so many experiments to run. And now I've got you,” he chuckled, “my own personal lab rat.”

You watched him lazily, the exhaustion pulling at your system. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. You sighed into the kiss, moving as much as you could as your lips melded together. It breathed life into you, more life than it should have.

He pulled away all too soon, standing up and turning away from you as he left the room. You laid there a moment longer, thinking back over the events of the night. His own personal lab rat.

You smiled.

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deonsx · 4 months

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When You Ask Them To Be Tougher

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor

Content: Nfsw

Dazai Osamu

Finally, both of you were tired and you were at home, but as if Dazai had enough energy, he climbed on top of you while you were lying on his bed. "Hmm..Bella.." He took your hands and spoke, "Pft I see you still have enough energy" He giggled at what you said and gave you a lot of kisses in the world. You knew what he wanted, of course you wanted it too, but he was always so gentle with you...like a glass that would break more than it should, but you always wanted him to treat you harder, but you never expressed it

You stopped him with your hand as he was already taking your underwear down from your leg. "Osamu..I need to say something.." the brunette, who looked confused, looked at you in surprise and the room fell into a long silence. "And? What is this? Is it something worth ruining the current atmosphere? " you couldn't speak "So you know..You're so kind to me..I'm so happy about it! I'm not saying I'm unhappy..just a little more.." dazai frowned "A little more?" You finally let out a deep breath, "I want you to be harder on me during sex”

Dazai's face didn't change, he looked serious. "Osamu?" You asked trying to break away from the silence. "Yes, my love, I understand." Dazai narrowed his eyes looking at you in a very obedient tone. You smiled at this and pulled him into a hot kiss. His hands went to your legs and he quickly untied the bra, which was the last remaining underwear on you, and threw it aside, leaving scars on your neck that will remain tomorrow. His fingers danced on your chest, while he was playing with one, he was sucking the other with bites with his mouth, then he slowly spread your legs

"Wow..a wet pussy already? Is this because of your request today?" He slowly leaned down to your ear and bit your ear. You felt his breath everywhere. "You are very naughty, aren't you? You are a naughty woman." You shivered as the cold air touched your pussy while he spread your legs with both hands. Dazai unzipped his zipper and you saw that he was already hard. This made your face blush. He slowly adjusted it towards you and gently put his head inside. It was the same as usual, but what was unexpected was that he suddenly pushed in. "Fuck, Osamu!" Your back arched quickly and you threw your head back screaming, "Nothing's Even Started Yet, 'Donna, Let Me Take This Chance You've Given Me”

Chuuya Nakahara

A shining red satin dress and blood-coloured wine on a beautiful dinner table. Everything that adorns this table is together, but for whom? Chuuya Nakahara Your boyfriend PM Leader finds less time for you just with this excuse, so you are angry with him, but is this the real reason for your anger? Not really... You always loved your night life... I also loved your fantasies in your sexual relationships, but it seemed like everything was too monotonous, everything was so simple and calm, you always wanted more from him, you had dreams, you dreamed dreams, but you never had the chance to tell him this

Tonight was a golden tray presented to you to give you that chance, you were going to do your best to seduce him, a thin red dress, black ankle high heels, a silver jewelery necklace, blow-dried hair, simple make-up and spicy perfume, everything was what suits you best, the doorbell rang and The sound of your heels echoed every time you walked on the parquet floors, each step became more exciting to see your lover's face. "Welcome, my love" You said to him in a flirty tone

his tired self seemed to recover quickly he chuckled "you look attractive darling...but all this preparation? are we waiting for someone?" you made a frown on your face "Not really...a special night" chuuya frowned "special?? I forgot an important day? that's impossible.." you giggled at his daze and shook your head no "It's a special night just to talk to you" He turned towards you while looking aside his jacket and hat. "hmm? What do you want to say?" You tried to look away in embarrassment but you had already made up your mind

"My love...I...I think our relationship, that is, our night life, has become a little simpler.." This sentence made Chuuya frown, "Do you mean it's become boring?" You tried to put it together quickly, "no no! Don't think like that...I'm just very towards me...I think you're being delicate" Chuuya caressed your hair and chuckled lightly. You didn't understand this and made an angry face. "What..what's so funny??" Your lover didn't speak and took you in his arms with an unexpected move. "H-hey!" you thought he was taking you to your bedroom but he placed you at the table with the wine "What are you doing??" Your boyfriend remained silent and slowly undressed you by placing kisses and bites on your neck. He slowly took the wine glass and dripped it from your neck to your breasts. "If You're So Shy, Then Let Me Handle İt, You Won't Be Able To Walk Tomorrow”

Fyodor Dostoyevski

Your relationship with your lover had been going on for a year, of course you had a night life, but... he didn't spare enough time for you, but even if he did, he acted very lightly. You knew him, he wasn't that type of person, but then why was he treating you like that? Your nights came to your mind... "My love, I need you... " your fingers crossed his chin as you spoke to him in a flirty tone "Hmm? You need me so much right now darling" whenever you asked him and he agreed it was only licks oral or fingering

You were tired of begging him, of course you didn't tell him openly, but you knew he wasn't stupid either, so why was he hesitant to touch you? Have you ever had real sex in your one-year relationship? suspicious...of course you didn't suspect him, you knew he wasn't cheating then why? Finally you were going to discuss this issue with him. You were really tired of complaining. You tied your hair up in a messy bun and wore a light black dress. Fyodor always came home on time, this was like his routine. Finally, at exactly 20.00 the door rang and finally

You saw your lover with beautiful long purple hair, she had tied her hair into a ponytail, her beautiful purple eyes gave you a quick sharp look "I didn't know you were waiting for me so eagerly" she let out a small breath and quickly walked in she doesn't seem to care much "Fyodor...please I want to talk to you you have to listen ?" Fyodor took off his jacket and put it on the coffee table, rolling his eyes and leaning into the comfortable chair. "What is the reason for this relentless conversation, darling? You seem nervous these days." His eyes followed you until you sat next to him. "Or is some bastard bothering you? Just tell me, I will get rid of him in the most painful way." " you placed your hands on his hand "no no! this is about you..I-I mean us"

You felt so nervous 'what if I break his trust?' you thought, "How long has it been since I last had a truly passionate night with you?...I mean..you love me but you act so gentle and untouchable towards me" Dostoyevsky raised his eyebrows in surprise and tilted his head slightly to the side. This was the first time you saw him make that face. It could have been "I.. I heard you liked such things a long time ago.." your eyes widened old memories came to your mind when you were talking to your friend and she asked you what kind of men you like and you said "Let him treat me like his goddess~~fufufu" the things you said teasingly are now got into trouble

“Oh..those were just things I said casually..” fyodor gently held your chin with his hand “just like that?” You slowly lowered your head and leaned towards his hand, Fyodor's tired eyes closed slightly and he giggled. His harmonious giggle embarrassed you and made you blush. His hands wandered over your black dress. "I understand, dear.. It's all just nonsense." He left bites on your neck and made you blush. He pulled you onto his lap and while you was waiting for him to gently take off the dress you was wearing, he caused you to tear it from your chest. "Ah..!" It caused an unexpected gasp as you took off your underwear and threw them to a corner of the room “So You've Been Lusting After Me For A Long Time, Darling...Today I'll Make Sure You Take İt All İn”

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frenchkisstheabyss · 10 months

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♡ ｍｙｔｙｐｅ♡

♡ Pairing: friend!yeosang! x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Summary: While getting ready for a night out with your friends, you get to see a different side of the sweetheart that is Yeosang.

♡ Genre: oh honey, straight up smut

♡ Word Count: 1.9k-ish

♡ Warnings: posessive yeosang, fingering, face fucking (m recieving), rough sex, creampie, unprotected sex (as always, ya'll know better), pet names (slut/good girl/bad girl/etc), hair pulling, manhandling, marking, yeosang has a filthy filthy mouth, masturbation, a lil bit of coochie slapping if you squint.

♡ A/N: My dear darling @anyamaris needed some Yeosang filth in her life and hopefully this delivers for the Yeosang biased babes out there.

“Can I have a little help in here?” you shout over your shoulder, eyes locked on the full length mirror reflecting your battle with this dress. A part of you regrets having ordered it. It’s skin tight and much shorter than you expected. The only way to make it fit seamlessly has been to swap your normal panties for the tiny black thong you hardly ever wear.

Putting on a bra’s completely out of the question. Every single one you put on makes the fit of the dress awkward. Whatever. You already agreed to go out with your roommates. It’s too late to turn back now. You’ll make it through the night. If only you could get this zipper to work.

“Someone call for help?” Yeosang asks, popping into your doorway with the sweetest smile. You let out a sigh of exhaustion and relief. “Oh thank god. I’m fighting for my life with this zipper.” “No worries. I’ve got you.” You should’ve known Yeosang would be the one to come to the rescue.

He doesn’t even live here like Yunho, Woo, and Mingi do yet he manages to do more in the way of assisting around this place than the three of them combined. Yeosang comes up behind you, pinching the base of your zipper with one hand and whipping the slider up with the other. “There. All done” he says, stepping back to bask in the glory of having saved your life.

“Kang Yeosang, you’re an angel!” you squeak, hands smoothing the dress along your curves. Yeosang nibbles at his bottom lip, following every arch and dip your fingers ride along. “Mmm, sometimes” he shrugs, his gaze lingering on you a few seconds longer before he snaps himself out of it. You scan his body in the mirror, taking notice of that gloriously muscular frame and the rosy glow on those perky cheeks of his.

Is he flirting with me? From day one you’d wondered if there was some sort of tension between the two of you. After a while though, you wrote it off as being all in your head. Yeosang’s the same kind, soft-spoken man with everyone. Any time you thought he was giving you special attention that was simply him being himself. Right?

Something in you says this is the time to find out once and for all. You narrow your eyes at him, lips curved into a shy smile, “And what do you mean by that?” “Nothing” he shrugs, “Just that, you know, there’s two sides to everyone.” “Oh really? And when do I get to meet this ‘other side’ of you?” He comes up behind you again, only this time his hand’s against the small of your back simply to elicit those shivers currently traveling up your spine.

“Whenever you want. You just have to say the word.” You lean back into his hand, poking your ass out the slightest bit to gauge his interest. When his hand slips down, taking a handful of your ass, the question you’ve had for months is immediately answered. “What’s the word?” “Yes” he whispers, the innocence dropping from his voice. You’ve never seen Yeosang look at you this way before and you never want him to look at you any other way again. “I..uh…yeah” you stutter, “Yes.”

Silence hangs in the air for what seems like an eternity before he’s taking a leisurely stroll over to your door, locking it. With his back still turned to you, he pulls the silver rings from his fingers, tossing them onto the bed. “Y/n, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.” You turn to face each other and the clashing of your bodies is cataclysmic. Galaxies are created and destroyed by this type of collision. Yeosang’s pillowy lips capture yours, his tongue sweeping yours into a dance of pure chaos.

Immediately, you’re tearing at each other’s clothes. The zipper on your dress puts up no resistance now, coming undone at the lightest tug. Pinning you against the wall, he kisses his way down your chest, leaving a trail of almost heart-shaped red marks behind. “Yeosang…ah…” you moan, grabbing his hair as he tears your dress down. Your breasts spring out, one into a strong hand that immediately starts kneading it, the other into his mouth where his eager tongue swirls around your nipple.

“Hmm?” he hums against the plump flesh, his knee pushing between your legs to rub against your heat. The friction of his pants teasing your pussy through the barely there material of your thong has you choking on the most desperate moans. You rock your hips forward, grinding your clit along his thigh. “Fuck…mmph” you mewl, fingers trembling in his hair. Yeosang grabs your ass, bringing his leg flush against your core. With one last lap of your bud, his lips skim the surface of your skin until you’re eye to eye again.

“Such a needy little slut. So desperate for some friction” he teases, nibbling at your bottom lip, “You want my cock that badly? Hmm?” “Mmhmm” you manage, hips stuttering at the overwhelming pleasure of such a simple motion. Yeosang steps back and you fall to your knees, your legs much too weak for you to hold yourself up. He grabs you by your hair, tilting your head back to stare into those deep, starry eyes of yours.

You’ve always been his favorite thing to look at but fuck was there something special about having you on your knees like this, your chin resting against his arousal. Without taking your eyes off of his you undo his pants and his cock pops out of his boxers, brushing against your lips. It’s much bigger than you expected, the anticipation of it stretching your tight cunt getting you even wetter. Yeosang taps the head of his cock on your lips, precum coating them like a gloss.

You part your lips and he’s thrusting into your mouth, groaning as your spit soaks his length. “I want you to play with that sweet little pussy while I fuck your throat, okay?” he coos, slowly pressing deeper into your throat. You gag the deeper he goes. Music to his ears. Blindly, you run your fingers down your stomach, the same way you have so many nights alone in bed, and dip two of them between your folds.

Yeosang feels you moan around his cock and can’t wait any longer to fuck into you. He pumps in and out in short strokes, never giving you a break from the strain on your throat. The ridges on the roof of your mouth and the grooves on your tongue drag noises out of this man that he didn’t even know he could make. Spreading your thighs as far apart as you can, you guide your fingers into your core, you wrist bumping against your clit each time you curl your fingers against your weeping walls.

With your lipstick smeared, teary eyes smudging your mascara, you look an absolute wreck. And what a pretty little wreck you are. Drool drips down your chin, glistening on your tits. Yeosang wishes it were his cum, thick white pearls decorating your chest, but he has to save it for your pussy. Pulling your head back just enough that his cock still rests on the tip of your tongue, he kisses you on the forehead. “On the bed” he orders, “And keep fucking yourself until I tell you to stop.” Yeosang steps to the side, having far too much fun watching you stagger over to the bed. You’re like a new born giraffe, not a stable muscle in your body, but you make it.

Falling onto your back, you close your eyes and continue to explore your depths. He approaches the edge of the bed, parting your legs so wide that every velvety detail of your cunt is on display for him. He presses his thumb against your clit, making small circles as your slit gobbles down your fingers. “Oh, fuck!” you moan, choking it down once again. “Y/n, what are you doing?” Yeosang pouts, taking your hand away from your cunt and bringing it to his mouth, “We aren’t holding back are we?”

You open your eyes to him licking your fingers clean, his still moist cock dancing above your warmth. “I didn’t…want…the guys…uh…to hear.” Yeosang laughs, running the back of your hand along his cheek, “What if I do?” “What if?” he asks, spreading your pussy lips and spitting on your throbbing clit, “I want them to hear you scream for me?” Using the tip of his cock, he smears the spit through your folds, coming down to your entrance. “What if…they want to hear you scream too?”

Yeosang’s pressed against your core just enough to feel it flinch when he says this. Nothing had ever happened between you and your roommates. Not even a drunken hookup or a late night kiss. You can recognize though, that the three of them are incredibly handsome. Knowing that they might hear you…that they might like hearing you…turns you on in ways you don’t understand just yet. He sinks down into you and, with this new possibility in mind, your declarations of pleasure fill the room. “Yes…oooh…shit! So good! So…fucking…god…” you scream, your words trailing off into nonsense as he picks up momentum.

No matter where your roommates are in the house they can hear everything. You calling out Yeosang’s name. His dick stirring your completely drenched pussy like the world’s most delectable pot of macaroni and cheese. The sharp slaps he dishes out to the sides of your ass when he throws your legs over his shoulders to bottom out. “You belong to me now. You understand?” he growls, kissing your quivering legs. “Y…yes” you gasp, not even nearly loud enough for him. “Louder!” “Yes!” He fucks into you harder with each pump, the tremors spreading all the way to your chest.

“Louder! Who owns this sweet little pussy? Tell me!” “You, Yeosang!” the words grate your throat on the way out, “You…own…my pussy. Fuck, yes. All yours. All yours. All…” Your stomach sinks. Your back arches. Your soul may or may not leave your body. When it returns you’re twisting amongst the sheets, soaking his cock so heavily in your cream that even his balls are covered. Letting your legs fall to the side, he brings his sculpted chest against your lush body, kissing you like he wants to taste your insides. And he does.

“Inside or out?” he whispers and you instinctively know what he means. “Both” you say, tugging at his hair again. “Fuck, you’re so nasty” he grins, “I love it.” His body curls against yours as cum coats your walls from the deepest point to your very entrance. There’s still enough when he pulls out to empty all over your pussy, laying claim to every bit of you.

Rolling onto your side, you chase a breath that seems intent on eluding you. Yeosang cuddles up behind you, kissing you on the neck. “Too much?” he asks, genuinely concerned about your feelings. You shake your head, settling into his arms, “No. It was perfect.” “Oh, good” he says, reaching an arm around to prop your legs open, “It’s going to be so much fun breaking you.”

#yeosang smut #yeosang x y/n #yeosang x reader #ateez x you #ateez x reader #ateez x chubby reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #ateez smut #ateez y/n

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coldfanbou · 7 months

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Confidence Boost

Day 14 give it up for day 14! Eunbi needs a little pick me up to get her confidence back and you're just it.

Length 2.9K

Eunbi x mreader

“Let’s take a small break!” The director calls as he gets off his chair. Putting down the Sprite bottle she’s been holding for the entire shoot, Eunbi puts on a small jacket and walks out of the filming area, feeling a little hungry. Not far from the shooting location, she finds a restaurant and decides to eat there, noting how it wasn’t too busy. As she walks across the street, Eunbi thinks about how the filming has gone so far. Her struggles to promote the soda properly brought her mood down. She had never been the most confident with herself; her fans brought that out of her. She takes a seat outside and manages to overhear a conversation you were having with three friends. “Look, I’m just saying Eunbi is a top-tier talent.” Her ears perk up as she hears her name being said. She leans her head on one hand as she tries to listen in.

“I don’t know; Sakura was a better member of Iz*one.” One of your friends responds. Your conversation continues in this manner for some time. Each compliment you pay Eunbi makes her smile as she listens patiently. She remains seated, listening to your discussion before making her presence known. She stands up from her table and walks over to yours. Eunbi takes a deep breath and places her hand on the zipper of her jacket, slowly moving it down as she approaches. She wanted to be the center of attention; something about your constant praise made her want to do this despite how embarrassed she felt.

"Hi, I couldn't help but hear you talking about me." She says with her smile beaming at you. You’re all in shock as you stare at her. Eunbi continues to move her zipper down, and she stops at a point where you can see she’s only wearing a bikini top to cover her breasts. “Would you like to come back with me?” You all scramble to stand up. One of your friends hits his knee on the table, while another spills his water on himself. Eunbi smiles to herself as she turns around.

“Where are we headed?” You ask.

Eunbi hooks her arm around yours and pulls you closer as she leads the way. You feel her breasts press against your arm. You glance at them, and Eunbi catches you looking at them. He whispers, “Thanks for all your love. I’ll let you go first.” You want to ask what she means but can’t as she pulls you ahead of the group. Eunbi leads you to the special tent she got. It’s further away from the other tents, set up in the back by itself. It makes sense to you; Eunbi was a big star, and she deserves as much. The tent provides her some privacy, with it being so far and well covered by design. No one could look inside unless they were right outside.

As soon as you’re all inside, Eunbi moves her arms down yours until she holds your hand. You feel her thumb run over the tops of your fingers as she kneels before you. “This is a special gift for such a big fan.” She lets go of your hand and runs hers over your crotch. A bulge starts to form, and Eunbi smiles. She unzips your pants and starts tugging them down; you help her remove them. You’re left standing in your underwear in front of Eunbi. She can see your bulge struggle to be contained by your underwear. She leans in and rubs her face against your crotch; it causes you to groan. Your favorite idol is teasing you in such a way you believe that all she’d have to do is give the order, and you’d cum. Her fingertips reach your waistband, and she slowly pulls it downwards; your underwear drags along your cock until it finally springs free. She looks a little surprised at your size for a second before collecting herself. Eunbi grasps your semi-hard cock; her smooth skin and gentle handling make you moan. She moves her fingers along your shaft, dragging them from base to tip. A smile comes to her; she meets your gaze and nuzzles your cock, rubbing it across her cheeks.

Eunbi strokes your cock a little longer, her hand beginning to glide along your shaft as precum covers it. She glances at you again before leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on the head. She points your cock to the ceiling and kisses the underside; you feel a soft sucking sensation along with her tongue being dragged along for the second she kisses your shaft. She takes her time returning to your head. Opening her mouth, her tongue moves out and makes it evident to the others what she’s doing. She runs her tongue over the head; it’s warm and wet. Eunbi wraps her lips around your cock; her tongue rests at the bottom of her mouth and drags along the underside of your cock as she bobs her head.

Your friends inch closer. Eunbi seems unamused, seemingly harboring some annoyance at their criticism. She would show them how right you were to love her. She drags two in close as they surround her, pulling them in by their pants. As she glances back at you, her expression changes, growing softer. When your friends reveal their cocks to her, Eunbi takes one in each hand. She’s not as gentle with them as she was with you. Her grip is harsher, and she strokes them quickly. Still, your friends moan and enjoy the feeling of her hands stroking their cocks. One is left out momentarily, jacking himself off as he watches.

You catch Eunbi’s attention with a question, “Can I touch them?” She gazes up toward you and nods her head. You reach down and run your hand over her tits. You’re hesitant to squeeze them, but gather your courage and follow through. Eunbi moans onto your cock as she feels your hand squeeze her tit. You can feel her nipples through her bikini top as they harden. You enjoy squishing her breast in your hand. You’ve seen them bounce when she’s performed, and now you know what they felt like. They were soft to the touch and heavy. You begin to near your climax; Eunbi feels your cock twitch in her mouth and speeds up. Her tongue swirls along your shaft, slowly gaining speed. Continuing to bob her head, Eunbi takes more and more in. She’s swallowing your cock with ease. “I’m going to cum.” You warn. Eunbi doesn’t care; she keeps going. More precum spews from your cock until you explode and fill her mouth with your cum. Eunbi’s eyes go wide for a second before she begins to drink it. The hot liquid runs down her throat into her stomach. She’s able to drink most of it but not fast enough to drink it all. Your cum fills her mouth and leaks from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and landing on her chest.

Eunbi keeps her lips tightly wrapped around your cock, her tongue cleaning you up as you slowly pull out. Before you’re able to take a step back, Eunbi reaches out and grabs your cock, pulling you back in to kiss the head before finally letting you go. She continues giving her handjob to your other friends, and the one that is left out decides to take your spot. “I want to use your tits.” He says before grabbing Eunbi’s breasts and squishing them together; he slides his cock between the large mounds and begins thrusting. Eunbi spits between her breasts as he slides between them. She lets him have his fun instead paying attention to the others, kissing and licking at their cocks. The sight before you makes your cock come back to life. Eunbi changes her tactics, stopping her stroking to play with the heads of their cocks, using her thumb to circle them. She moves them slowly, dragging out the pleasure and making them shudder. You start jerking off as you watch your favorite idol act like such a slut. Your friends receiving handjobs look to be at their wit's end. Eunbi turns her head to the side and takes one in her mouth. She uses her tongue to play with his cock, moving around the occasionally touching it. The one using her tits begins to groan, his knees growing weak as he speeds up his thrusts. They warn Eunbi about being close to cumming, and she continues until they cum. Each one cum’s on Eunbi, covering her face and chest.

Eunbi continues to stroke their cocks as she stands up, milking them of all they have before letting them go. “Can we move that table to the center?” Eunbi asks while pointing to a long rectangular table in the corner. Your friends rush to move the table while Eunbi cleans herself off, grabbing a towel and wetting it to make it easier to clean herself.

After setting up the table, Eunbi lays herself on top of it. Your friends rush to be the first one to take her, but she puts her foot down and says they don’t get to decide. Eunbi undoes the top button of her skirt, watching your reaction as she does before unzipping her skirt. “Mind helping me?” She asks you. You step toward Eunbi and place your hands on the top of her skirt. “Hold on, you need to get these off too.” She says, taking your hands in hers and putting them under her panties. “I’ll get rid of this,” She says while removing her bikini top. You look at her nervously before pulling them off her. Eunbi raises her hips off the table, and as her skirt and panties come off, you spot it. Eunbi’s slit was dripping wet, her juices running down her thighs. Eunbi reached down and spread her lips for you, “Come on. Do it.” You grab your cock and inch closer to her; you rub it against her slit a few times, coating it in her juices before you align yourself. You take a deep breath and push in. Eunbi’s wall caress your cock as you move into her. Already lubed by her nectar, you easily slide in.

You and Eunbi moan loudly. Her chest rises, and she closes her eyes, focusing on the feeling. Eunbi isn’t allowed to enjoy herself, though; your friends gather around, taking her hands and moving them onto their cocks. The last one holds her head back and slaps her face with his cock. Eunbi gives them handjobs again and takes the last cock in her mouth. You thrust while looking at Eunbi be filled. It turns you on, and you begin thrusting faster. Eunbi releases muffled moans and moves her hands quickly. You can see her throat expanding as the cock in her mouth pushes deeper. Your attention is brought back when you feel Eunbi wrap her legs around your waist; when you thrust, she pushes you further in. Eunbi’s cunt swallows you whole with ease. It makes you want more. You grab Eunbi’s waist and force her up. The cock in her mouth slips out, and she’s forced to let go of the one in her hands to hold onto you. Eunbi’s voice rings out in the tent as clear as day now; her angelic voice cries out in pleasure as she sinks onto your cock. The others are annoyed at you for taking Eunbi away from them, but the smartest of the bunch quickly gets behind Eunbi and rubs his cock against her ass.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Eunbi says with her moaning voice. She tries to sound serious but can’t with your cock stirring her insides. Your friend doesn’t pay attention either, aligning himself with her puckered asshole before pushing in. Eunbi’s nails dig into your skin as she tries to hold it together. Eunbi’s ass is being stretched by his cock. She had never tried to get anything bigger than her finger inside before. He takes it slow; the resistance is mighty, and he struggles to bury himself inside her. You continue to have Eunbi bounce on your cock, aiding in his effort. Eunbi groans as she feels herself being stuffed by two cocks. Soon enough, her grip on you loosens, and she begins to relax. Your friend, now buried inside Eunbi, must pause, or he’d blow his load. You make it more difficult by having Eunbi bounce on your cock, causing her to tighten her walls and squeeze both sides.

Eventually, he starts thrusting, and you move alternatively, giving Eunbi a constant stream of pleasure. Her moans come quickly, and she begins resting on you. Eunbi’s tits grind against your chest as she bounces from one cock to another. She begins to mumble something, and you ask her to repeat herself. “Cum in me,” She says. Those words excite you, and as much as you want to keep your pace, you begin thrusting faster. You feel Eunbi’s cunt wrapped tightly around you, squeezing your cock as you impale her. You drive your cock into Eunbi one last time and shoot your seed into her. “I’m cumming!” She shouts while wrapping her arms around you and bringing you in for a kiss. Her walls contract around you, milking you.

At the same, your friend can no longer contain himself and rams his cock as far as he can into Eunbi’s ass. He shoots his load into her. Eunbi moans loudly again as she feels her holes filled with warm cum. He pulls out of Eunbi, leaving her ass a gaping mess with cum flowing out of her. You lay Eunbi back on the table, feeling drained of your strength. You kiss Eunbi again before pulling out.

It was your friend's turn now; they each take a turn fucking Eunbi. They keep her lying on the table as they surround her and use her body. They squeeze and play with her tits as they fuck her. Eunbi moans fill the tent as she has orgasm after orgasm. You get involved at times, too. She pays you extra attention. When by her head, Eunbi looks at you and opens her mouth. She would stare at you until you put it in. Her tongue would massage your cock as it swirled around. Despite the pounding she was getting from the others, Eunbi would take care of your needs.

She would be filled again and again with cum, her body would become overstimulated, and she had continuous orgasms as her body was pounded. Her cunt leaked a constant flow of cum; each time someone pulled out, it would begin flowing onto the table, and a puddle formed around Eunbi. She had become some sort of perverted goddess to you. With everyone tired, you retake position between her legs. Cum flows out of Eunbi quickly, your gaze moves upwards, and you see her cum-stained body. Her stomach, her tits, and her face were covered in cum; still, you loved her. You ready your cock, stroking it until you’re hard. Eunbi raises her head, but she struggles to do so. Seeing it was you, she smiles and snakes her hand down her body until she reaches her folds. She spreads them apart with her fingers, and more cum rushes out of her. You push into her cunt, slipping inside easily. Eunbi moans immediately, and she throws her head back. You slide in and out quickly; Eunbi’s walls are coated with cum allowing you to ram your cock to knock against her womb. As you thrust, you feel Eunbi’s walls tighten around you constantly; she was still overstimulated cumming with just about every thrust. She loosely wraps her legs around you, her body shaking when you bury yourself inside her. You get her legs off you and put them on your shoulder as you speed up. Eunbi’s moans grow louder, and you feel your orgasm coming. You moan her name as you continue; you gather your strength and use all your might to thrust as deep as possible. Impaling Eunbi with your last thrust, you both cum again. You give her every last drop you have, leaning into her so that you could fill her womb one last time.

After you pull out, Eunbi asks the time and realizes she’ll have to get back on set soon. You help her clean up as best as possible and get her clothes back on her before heading out. You give her one quick look over and decide that she is presentable. No one would know what happened. While your friends leave, Eunbi grabs your arm. “Thanks for today,” She says, kissing you on the cheek. You head out, and Eunbi goes back to the filming location. She feels more confident in herself. Thinking about how she made your friends fans of hers, her cum filled pussy being proof of that. When they start shooting again, Eunbi manages to nail it in a couple of shots. Luckily, you managed to see her nail the promotion; Eunbi had told you where to be so you could see. Eunbi relaxes while the crew begins to walk away. She looks down, noticing some between her breasts; she thinks to herself that you both must have missed a spot.

She checks to make sure no one is looking before turning in your direction to scoop the cum out and taste it. In full view of you, her loving fan.

#kpop smut #male reader #m reader #izone smut #eunbi smut

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jiminiecrickets · 7 months

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jeon jungkook ♡ series masterlist

wc. 3.9k

tags. smut | dom top!m!reader, doggystyle + mating press, multiple orgasms, sir kink, crying, belly bulge, degradation

it is the last day of jungkook's super-special week. his skin tingles every time you glance over at him and anticipation makes his heart leap in roller-coaster loops when your teasing fingers glide down the zipper of his jeans, the ache in his muscles brought to the forefront of his mind.

he doesn't know if he can shake his new behaviour. the change is too abrupt to go unnoticed – at brunch, jimin squints at him and asks what's wrong with him. apparently, a very chipper 'nothing's wrong' is the incorrect answer, because jimin only looks more suspicious than ever.

but jungkook doesn't care. you're out with your friends for a few hours and he busies himself around the house with unnecessary tasks – wiping down spotless countertops, re-folding the clothes already put away, reorganising the kitchen cupboards so that all the mug handles face the same way and all the plates are stacked by pattern.

you come home to find him tucked up against the seat edge of the couch, playing portal with his headphones on. you creep forward, waiting until he takes his hands off of the keyboard, and grab his shoulders hard and fast. he whirls around with a squeak, fists tightening close to protect his throat. when he notices you, he sighs in annoyance, lowering his fists and pulling off his headphones.

"you asshole! i was waiting so patiently for you and you give me a heart attack? ugh, i almost punched you..."

you scoff, grinning down at him. "it'd feel like bumping into a butterfly."

"i box on the side, babe! i could take you out with one hit, i bet. jerk..."

"i would eat your fists like an mma champion."

he jumps to his feet and immediately assumes a tight stance, arms tight to his chest. "try me."

you just chuckle, sauntering forward. you touch your fingers to his knuckles, lowering his fists, and lean in, capturing his lips in a slow, ardent kiss. you tilt your head to deepen it and he moans softly, gripping the front of your shirt as he melts into your arms like chocolate.

he chases your lips when you pull away, whining softly and lifting his arms to drape over your shoulders. he drags you in when you attempt to move away.

"stop trying to escape," he huffs, pushing his lips to yours in a hungry daze. "stop it... tryin' to kiss you, jackass."

"and here i thought you were trying to knock me out," you murmur, grinning against his lips. he traces your lower lip with his tongue and you groan softly, one hand trailing up his chest to wrap loosely around his throat.

"playing the long con," he whispers, nibbling on your lower lip. he tugs it lightly, letting it snap back against your teeth. you let out a soft hum, resting your forehead against his. "come to bed with me and i'll rob you blind."

"and knock me out?"

"and knock you out," he confirms. you grab his hand with a grin and drag him to the bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere over your shoulder. it lands in the hallway and he laughs as you wrap your fingers around his ribs, manhandling him into the bedroom.

he tugs at your belt, licking his lips with a hungry darkness swirling in his eyes. you work at his and press your lips to his jaw and neck as you press him backwards. somewhere in the journey from the door to the bed your clothes come off, and jungkook falls back on the mattress and soft blankets, lifting his ankles to allow you to slide his pants off. he pulls you on top of him, spreading his knees to allow you to slide between them, and grabs your face in his palms to kiss you breathless.

it works – almost. you're lightheaded when he finally lets you go and he pants hotly against your slick lips as he brings your hand between his legs, guiding it to the cold metal knob there. your breath catches.

"don't worry about prepping me," he whispers, groaning softly in the back of his throat when you latch onto it, pulling and pushing gently – innocently, as if you're figuring out what it does. he glides his hands over your stomach, learning the planes of your body, and wraps his slim fingers around your cock. he pumps it slowly, relishing in your low groan. "mm – fuck me stupid, baby. i can tell you wanna."

already, he looks fucked out, eyes half-lidded and red lips slick and kiss-swollen. a primal hunger simmers in the depths of your gut.

"it feels like you want this more than i do," you muse, pressing your thumb against the plug. leaning back and glancing down tells you that it's a cute little thing, jewelled and pretty as it sits nestled between his ass. "even getting yourself all ready for me like this? how long have you been waiting?"

"a while," he whispers shyly, whining softly as you play with it. his half-hard cock jumps on his stomach. he aligns yours on top of his and bites his lip at the warmth and weight that he's brought to you with each eager pump of his wrist. "come on, you're always stalling – jus' give me your cock, been waiting all day for you to come home..."

"my pretty cockslut's a little impatient, is he?" you chuckle, making him gasp softly. he nods, and it becomes more fervent as you rub your palm over the tip of his dick almost absently.

"yeah, mhm, your cockslut," he breathes, thick thighs tightening around your hips. his fist quickens around your cock and he swipes his thumb over the slit, rubbing the glans in quick repetitive motions. you grunt softly and a breath shudders through him as your dick twitches against his palm. he moans, "love your cock so much, love how it fills me up like nothing else can. makes me feel so full – so fuckin' full..."

you growl softly and chase his lips, devouring their sweet softness, pink like a rosebud and pillowy. he moans wantonly into it, parting his lips as your tongue slips between his teeth.

he tastes oh-so sweet – like iced tea and fruit jellies. you hunger for him, deep and animal, and he lets you in beneath his skin with sweetness in his eyes and sugar on his tongue, staring up at you as if you're the best thing he's ever stumbled across.

when jungkook tries to lean away for air, you don't let him – you let him taste his own medicine. he whimpers, mouth trapped against the firm paradise of yours, and his nails dig into your biceps as he gasps, short and needy and back-of-the-breath, as if he's too hungry to pause for even the length of a soft gulp of air.

his ass tightens as you tug on the plug, gently easing it out. his pink rim, dripping with lube, clenches around nothing and he turns hurriedly onto his front, arching his back and pressing his cheek into the pillows. he reaches down, guiding your cock to his hole. you grunt as his ass sucks you in, slick and hot.

"please," he whimpers as you ease yourself in, inch by inch. his head falls back against the pillows and his eyes flutter shut. "fuck, yes..."

he hisses it out, soft and drawled. his asshole scrapes against your shaft, dragging against the veins, and you place a hand on the nape of his neck to pin him down. he's squirming too much.

"hush, pretty boy... shit, you take my cock so goddamn well," you groan, rolling your hips into his ass. with every thrust, he moans a little louder, a little filthier. his walls are soft and gummy, hugging your cock tightly as you carve your way through him. your dick throbs as he tightens around you. you slap his ass with a chuckle, pulling him into you by the thigh. "fucked you all week and you're still tight as a virgin. still even needed that cute toy to keep you open and ready for my cock."

"y-yes," he squeaks, spine arching as his lashes flutter. he grips your wrist braced by his waist, whimpering like a puppy as he feels your cock drag hotly against his tight walls, pumping slow and steady into him. "i'm your cockslut, sir, always gotta be ready f'you – 'cause i'm a g-good boy...!"

"mm, are you? you've been a big tease, love." you aim a thrust directly into his prostate and he whines, hot walls pulsing against your shaft. "playing with your ass, prepping yourself while i'm out with friends, waiting so pretty for me to come home to you – i'd say you're more than a slut, baby. maybe... you're a little bit of a perv?"

he chokes out a whine as your hips speed up. he shakes his head as best he can and lets out a cry as you hover your chest over him, pressing gently into him. he scrabbles at your thigh, your cock sinking into his ass like it belongs there. "no – no, promise i'm not! i-i'm good, always—"

he cuts himself off with a whorish cry as you yank his ass into your thrusts. his eyes are wide with shock, a little teary and a little hazy, as you skip past everything he thought he knew about the way you love. you don't tease him today – you don't glance your fingers over his dick or ghost your lips over his hard nipples. no – this time, your fingers are grabbing, your hands pushing, your cock drilling into his ass as if you haven't fucked him in weeks.

it upsets everything. he thought he'd found a nice rhythm in the way you touched him. he thought he'd managed to build a nice defence against your sly dark glances and cherry kisses to make sure he doesn't do anything too embarrassing or out of pocket. but he is so fucking sensitive already from that stupid jewelled silver plug and he's been terribly horny from the moment he woke up and your cock is slamming into his prostate and he just wants to cry.

"good boys don't finger themselves while their boyfriends are in the shower," you hum. "good boys wait for their touches. they don't get greedy."

jungkook's eyes widen further and his head tips back with a high-pitched whine as your spongy tip punches into his sensitive prostate. his dark hair splays across the white pillow, some gorgeous fallen angel come down to let you a taste of heaven. his cock jerks as you smack his thigh to elicit a response, grinding your cock roughly into his ass.

"i-i'm sorry," he whimpers, the sting making him throb in all the wrong places. he shouldn't like the pain. "jus' couldn't wait, wanted to come, wanted something inside me so bad! sir, please," he chokes out, the sounds he makes rising higher and higher in volume. it's the loveliest melody you've ever heard. "please!"

"you wanted me to catch you, then?" you hiss in pleasure. "you wanted to be caught moaning my name, fucking yourself on your fingers. you broke my one rule to be punished. you can't call yourself a good boy when you're hoping i fuck you dumb."

he can't reply, too caught up in his bliss. a cry rips from his throat as you press your warm lips to his nape and shift closer to him, burying your cock deep inside him – his nails dig stinging crescents into your wrists as he grips them to ground himself.

you're so big, your skin so hot. little jewelled tears well on his lashline. the slap of skin on skin is obscene and his face is hot with embarrassment and his tears, and the bulk of your chest is warm and comforting against his back. it's a cruel mixture of wildness and civility, leaving his skin too tight and his animal brain poring over your cock: how thick it feels, how deep it is.

your cock kisses his sweet spot. his eyes roll back. he comes.

the pleasure rams through him with the weight of a freight train. it leaves a burning trail in its wake, and your hips quicken, intensifying his orgasm tenfold. he cries out for you so sweetly and you hush him, dragging light butterfly kisses along his neck and shoulder. your fingers trace his waist delicately, so contradictory to the power behind your hips.

he whines shakily when you don't stop, even after his cock stops spurting onto his slim stomach. his eyes widen in surprise. it's not like he can do anything about it. his limbs are jelly, bound to crumble if he moves an inch, and the sheer intensity in the way you handle his body melts every protest in his head the moment it appears.

"s-sir," he sniffles weakly, the burning stretch of being around you still sending tingles up his spine. your hand shifts down to his hips, bordering his ass, and your fingers dig into his flesh just hard enough to sting. his voice cracks as you snap your hips against his with a soft groan – any sound you make is drowned out by his, loud and sharp and needy. "sir—! fuh – f-fuck, p-please – please, i can't! can't come again, please, i'm sorry for t-touching myself...!"

"oh, this is bigger than that, love," you chuckle, stroking his thighs. they tighten around you and the muscles flex, making you groan softly – heat coils in your stomach. you slow down to make sure he can focus on your words, focus on taking everything in.

"you've always been a bit of a brat, and i'm far too lenient with you because i love the way you smile at me, like you've won the world." your voice is getting too soft, too sentimental. it hardens. "i'm not stopping until you can't remember how to talk. i'm gonna fuck you, baby, 'til you're empty."

jungkook's cock jumps at the thick burn of your voice. it sets fire to his will; it goes up in flames. he's a pretty thing, lowering his teary eyes in submission, and he sinks his soft quick pants into the pillow. he moans into it as you lift his hips, palms firm around his apollo's belt. he takes the edge of it between his teeth as his eyes flutter and roll, your cock slamming wetly into his tight hole, and the world melts away.

it's just him, and you, and the bed. his hips quiver as you fuck him mercilessly. everything is so much that it's almost nothing instead – just a constant stream of pleasure. no discernible origin – no cause, no direction. just there, everywhere.

he comes. he thinks so, at least. maybe a few times from how hard his thighs tremble. he's loud – he knows this for certain because you hook two fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. he sucks messily on them as if it's your dick, tongue gliding along the warmth of them, and spit trickles down his chin as he runs his tongue obsessively over your joints and knuckles.

his legs fail him. you grunt, pulling your fingers from his mouth and receiving a distressed whine for it, and grab his waist. you flip him over onto his back. he spreads his shaking legs as if it comes naturally to him, and you shove your cock back into him, watching as he mewls and cries, head thrown back against the pillows.

he's not crying hard enough, you decide, even though his chest is flushed pink and his tummy is smeared with an absurd amount of his cum. your swollen cock throbs against his walls and he whimpers, new tears springing to his eyes as you hook his thighs over your elbows and press forward, burying your cock deep inside him – his nails rake down your chest and shoulders, leaving a sting in their wake.

"i know, baby," you coo over his cries, "i know. too much? you can't come anymore? that's cute. you couldn't get enough of it earlier. my baby always gets what he wants."

you press a chaste kiss to his warm cheek before hiking his legs over the bulk of your shoulders, as if it could be a salve to the aching euphoria that blankets his mind. you brace your palms against the mattress next to jungkook's head and your cock reaches new depths, abusing his puffy asshole with each quick harsh plunge.

the new angle has him sobbing, spine arching as his walls clamp down around you – you loose a soft, breathless chuckle as you sink in until the base. you place a hand against his stomach. sweat drips down his forehead.

"baby," you whisper, teeth bared in a dangerous grin. "hey, baby. can you feel me here?"

it takes another whisper of his name to hook his attention around your little finger. lifting his head and glancing down with dazed, teary eyes, he only sees the mess he's made of himself.

then, you shift your hand lower, thumb and forefinger framing a bump in his tummy. you drag your hips back. the bump vanishes. you sheathe yourself inside him again with a hungry grin and he whimpers as he watches the bump reappear, gliding along the heat of his insides.

"nngh..." his cock pulses. a thin stream of cum splatters his belly.

"cutie," you coo through a laugh. you admire him – his full-body blush, his clouded and lust-blown eyes. his skin shines with a thin layer of sweat, and the ends of his hair stick to his temples. you won't pretend that you aren't as affected; your muscles twitch with the strength to hold your high back as you fuck him deep and messy. every moan that passes through those spit-slick lips, every drag of his nails down your chest – he's got you wrapped up in him, enthralled like a worshipper to his god. you want more of it – more of him, more of his sweet and broken cries.

"ple-e-ease," he sobs, hiccupping, "s-slow down...! f-feels so good, i can't, i can't – so full, so full'f your big fucking cock – nnh—!"

the wet smack of your balls against his ass makes him cry harder. he's so open like this, knees pinned to his chest, your hot groans and gasps directly in his ear and into his brain. he's come so many times he can't even get it up any longer – it's just your cock abusing his swollen prostate, sending hot blinding thrills through his body, that brings him to another trembling high.

he doesn't know how long it continues for. what snaps him out of the thick cloud of pleasure is the way your groans deepen; the way you fuck the wet lube and precum harder and harder into him; the way you press your chest to his, heartbeats thudding into each other's ribs.

you're telling him something, the low timbre of your breathless murmurs melting his core. he grips your shoulders and squeezes his eyes shut.

"can you come for me one more time, baby?" you grunt. "one more time f'me, love. just one more. oh, f-fuck..."

he gasps out a whiny cry and drags you tighter to him, hooking his arms under yours and over the warm, slick bulk of your shoulders. he buries a punched moan in your shoulder as your cock angles further into him, fucking him in places he didn't know he had. he scrabbles at your shoulders, toes curling, as you thrust in one last time and burst inside of him, filling him up – he sobs softly as his head blanks, heavy with cotton. you wrench another high from deep in his gut, a pitiful throb and a mostly-clear rope of cum all that's left in him.

your high lasts a while, your cock aching as you finally let go. you grind your dick lazily into his ass, panting against the side of his soft throat, and gently let his legs down, feeling them quiver like leaves in a storm.

you slip out of him, softened, and pull him to your chest, letting him sniffle and whimper quietly against you. his whole body is wracked with a subtle tremor, muscles tensing and untensing as he slowly grounds himself in your warmth and bulk.

when you tilt away slightly, his grip tightens, as if afraid you'll leave him. you hush him and kiss his forehead, wrapping an arm under his ribs and taking him with you as you roll onto your side. letting out a soft, pleased sigh, you cradle him in your arms, wiping the remnants of his tears from his cheeks with the pad of your thumb.

you sit in silence for a while, your heartbeats slowing, as jungkook learns his way around words once more. slowly, he lifts his head from your chest, his eyes dry and sated.

"baby," he whispers hoarsely. you open your eyes with a soft hum, stroking his shoulder. "do that again."

"do what again?"

"all of it," he mumbles, glancing away shyly. "it was... good."

"just good?" you ask dryly.

he slaps your chest without much force. his muscles are still jelly. "shut – shut up. you know what i mean."

with a grin, you pull him into your chest and he rests his cheek against your collar, tucking himself beneath your chin. "mm. glad you liked it. would you give it a star rating?"

he giggles softly, rubbing his cheek into your shoulder. "three."

you glance down at him, taken aback. "three? out of five?"

"michelin star ratings, actually. three stars. worth a special trip."

you slump back with a quiet groan, loosely tucking one knee up. "fuck, i was gonna throw a big tantrum if i got a three-out-of-five for this. hate you."

he bites back a soft smile and traces shapes into your chest. "hate you, too. you made me all messy..."

"ah – i'm sorry. let's go clean up, then. you don't have to worry about a thing." you move, as if to get up.

he grabs your shoulder and pushes you back down, settling back into his place on top of you. "no."

"no?"

"i kinda like it," he whispers, kissing your skin. he hums. "baby, i like feeling like a whore."

you scoff, twisting your hand through his hair and pressing a kiss to his crown. "mm, is that right? then i think you should challenge me to another mario kart race. it'll be good."

"that was a fluke," he argues with a glare that doesn't mean a thing. he pouts and scowls, turning his face into your chest. "i'll win next time. promise. you're dead meat."

"uh-huh, i betcha."

he just huffs, wrapping his arms loosely around your middle. "jerk. suck my dick."

you bite your tongue to stop the retort about to slip out. you bury your smirk in his hair, cuddling him closer, and he sighs contentedly.

you're definitely losing the next round. he can't wait to thrash you – and then you'll be all his to tease and play with for a whole week.

whenever, wherever. he smiles. you'll be begging for mercy when he's done with you.

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Adult Education Part 23 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jake has found everything he needs in one person. He knows deep inside that nothing is going to change Jessica's love for him, but he's nervous to tell her what's been on his mind. When he opens himself up to her even more, she gives him everything he wants.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, pegging, anal, language, 18+

Length: 3400 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Epilogue Part Two

Five more months later...

Jessica was just settling down on the couch with a mug of tea when Jake got home from work. "Hey, Baby," he said as he undid the top buttons on his khaki uniform shirt. "How was your day?"

"Not bad," she replied, absolutely loving that her Fridays ended early this term. "I started making a list of what we need to pack for Cabo, and I printed out my final exam sheets. Dinner's in the oven, and I'm about to email Luca back. He asked me if I wanted him to stop by with his skateboard next week. Isn't he adorable?"

Jake smirked as she reached for him. "You made dinner? Seriously?"

She rolled her eyes as she said, "Don't be silly, Smart Boy. I took the pan of lasagna that you left in the refrigerator and put it in the oven."

"Yeah, that makes more sense," he drawled as she looked up at him from the couch.

"Your uniforms are ruining my life," she whispered as she ran her hands along his thigh and took his zipper pull between her thumb and index finger. "Ever since I actually flew with you in your flight suit, I can't get enough of all of these things. I've been enjoying all the role playing."

Jake pressed his lips together, a thoughtful look on his face. "I noticed you've been having a lot of fun bossing me around lately."

She hummed as she kissed his zipper. "That's an understatement. I loved it when you called me Admiral Reed while you wore your dress blues. Speaking of which... I haven't seen them recently."

"Special occasions, Baby. Can't wear them every day," he told her, and she made a disappointed sound as he took one step away from her.

"Where are you going? I was about to give you a blowjob."

To her knowledge, Jake had never turned her down. Ever. Not once in over ten months with him. She sat still on the couch and watched him rake his fingers a bit nervously through his hair. The more she looked at him, the more she realized he didn't quite seem like himself, and she hopped up from the couch and went to him.

"You can tell me what's wrong, Jake," she promised softly. "Did I do something?"

"No," he replied with conviction. "You didn't do a damn thing wrong, Baby. I've just had something on my mind."

"Oh." She was trying to think of a single positive thing that would get this reaction out of him, but she could only come up with negatives. Her mind was supplying scenarios that would be enough to break her heart as he studied her with pensive green eyes.

"I really like that," he muttered, gaze falling to the floor. "When you kind of... take control." His face was flushed a pretty shade of pink, and Jessica couldn't stop staring. He was so obviously nervous, and he didn't meet her eyes until she pressed her palm to his warm cheek. "I like it when you do that."

"Okay," she replied with a little nod. "Then I'll do it more often."

He huffed out an exasperated breath and looked up at the ceiling now. "Jessica... I've never asked for anything like this before. And I don't really know how to do it now."

She used both hands to tip his face down again so he was looking at her once more. His pupils were wide, and his lips were set in a firm line, and she had no idea what was running through his mind that was making him react this way. "You can tell me anything, Jake. You can ask for what you want. I do it all the time. I ask you to buy me lingerie and toys, and you always do."

"This is different," came his immediate response. "I don't know if you'll like it. Hell, I don't even know if I'll like it."

She scraped her nails gently along his stubble and tried to imagine what he wanted. She'd give him anything. "Is it something kinky?" she asked, tracing his lip as he nodded. "You're just going to have to tell me then, and I promise I'll at least consider it."

Jake seemed to be gathering his thoughts as her hand drifted down his neck to his shirt where she slowly traced the letters in SERESIN over and over again until he whispered, "Okay. Baby, you know how we bought all those toys from that one website?" When she nodded, he added, "And you know how we kind of skipped the one category?"

She could picture the night they were curled up on the couch with her phone, adding things to the shopping cart with reckless abandon until they'd spent over five hundred dollars. She could also clearly picture the collection of dildos and straps that were available that they didn't touch at all.

"Oh."

He swallowed hard, his eyes growing wide as he started to pull away from her. "Yeah."

But Jessica wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tighter against her body. He was getting a little hard, and then she whispered, "You want me fuck you like that? With a strap-on?"

She really didn't even need the verbal confirmation, not with the way his body reacted and the soft moan that came from the back of his throat. But she kissed him as soon as he said, "Yes."

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Jake was waiting for things to shift. He was bracing himself for Jessica to look at him differently or change her mind. There was a difference between wants and needs, and he knew that. He wanted to experiment with her, because he trusted her. She brought out emotions he'd never felt before which opened them up to some exciting exploration in the bedroom. He was nervous to tell her what he wanted, but he did it anyway.

But what he needed was for Jessica to say yes when he proposed on vacation in Cabo with the three carat diamond ring he bought. He needed her to say she'd spend the rest of her life with him before they went to Texas for Christmas. But if it were possible for someone to fulfill all of his needs and his wants too, it was Jessica. It was always going to be Jessica.

So he was surprised but not unpleasantly so when after dinner, she stretched out on the couch with her head on his thigh and brought the topic back to the items she mentioned earlier. She looked up at him and said, "We should make sure you're happy with what we pick, but there are a lot of options. And I guess if we buy something and you don't like it, we could always try again?"

"I love you," he whispered, now knowing he hadn't done anything to change the way she felt about him. She smiled softly as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"I love you, too," she promised. "And I'm really excited about this."

Jake sighed in relief. "If you don't think it's fun, we definitely don't need to try it a second time." But she was already pointing out a few different dildos that she found on her phone and holding it up for him to see.

"Oh, Jake," she said with a grin that made him pulse with need. "I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a great time. And this one comes in navy blue... I'm just saying, it would match your uniforms perfectly."

That comment alone left Jake in a state of constant need for the next week while he waited for the goods to arrive. The box was dropped off the following Friday, and Jessica was wearing his robe and smiling like the cat who got the cream when he got home from work. "How was your last day of the semester, Dr. Reed?" he asked softly as she held up the pink box.

"It was good," she replied easily. "And it's about to get even better. We leave for Cabo in the morning, and the new toys are here."

Jake swallowed hard as she handed him the box, and when she untied his robe sash, he was treated to the sight of her in her navy blue lace bra and thong set. "Jessica," he croaked, already turned on and beyond excited.

"Look in the box," she told him, and he realized she had already cut it open. Everything was the same blue color as her lingerie, and he moaned softly when he ran his hand along the smaller of the two dildos. He didn't know if this would feel good or not, but the idea of his girlfriend wearing it was making him hard.

He met her eyes as she said, "If it looks good to you, I'll clean everything and get ready while you change into your dress blues."

"My dress blues?" he asked as she took the box from him.

She bit her lip and moaned. "Do it, Lieutenant Seresin. Put on your dress blues and wait for me in the bedroom."

"Yes, ma'am," he grunted, heading right for the closet without delay. His hands shook slightly as he pulled his uniform from the hanger. He was so excited, he could barely get the tie on himself. He looked at the shoes. Would she want him to wear the shoes? Did he want to skip them and hope for a reprimand? Would she reward him more if he was wearing the full uniform?

He ended up putting them on, and when Jessica walked into the bedroom, he was standing at attention. But his jaw dropped when he saw that she was already wearing the strap-on. No sound came out, but he was gasping for air as she ran her hand up and down the length, casually strolling closer to him.

"This looks good on you, Lieutenant," she purred, and his cock stirred a little more. "I like it when you're dressed for the occasion."

"What's the occasion, Admiral Reed?"

She took his hand in hers and turned the palm up, and then she squeezed out some lube. Then she guided his hand to the dildo, and he helped her coat it up. "You're the one who told me this uniform is just for special occasions, so I'll make it a very special one for you. I'm going to fuck you in the ass until you come."

Jake gasped, his hand tightening around the length, pulling Jessica closer to him. "Please," he whimpered, and she adjusted his hat on his head with her clean hand.

"I can't guarantee this will stay on," she mused, grabbing him by the bicep and turning him so he was facing the bed. Her hands came to rest on his hips from behind, and the toy poked him as she said, "And these definitely won't be staying on."

She reached around and started to undo the front of his pants. This was his Jessica. This was the self assured, beautiful woman of his dreams, and she started jerking him off as his pants fell to the floor. The strap on was rubbing his backside. He could come simply from this.

"Bend over, Lieutenant," she demanded, squeezing his cock with her slick hand before releasing him. He did as he was told, and when his cheek met the bedding, her hands met his ass. "Don't forget, Jake," she said softly. "If you're not enjoying it, the safe word is Sam Adams."

"Thank you, Baby," he whispered, actually feeling a lot more at ease than he imagined. And that's precisely when Jessica's hand landed on his ass with a hard slap.

"Lieutenant Seresin," she barked out. "Your uniform is sloppy. Your pants are on the floor. I have told you so many times to straighten this out!"

"Yes Admiral Reed, ma'am," he replied, his voice shaking with need as his cock twitched against the bed. "I'll do better next time."

She laughed, and Jake could hear her uncap the bottle of lube just before he felt her squeeze it onto his backside near where she spanked him. "You need to be taught a lesson. Or you'll keep strutting around here like the rules don't apply to you."

"Yes, ma'am," he gasped as her fingers slid through the slick mess before easing from his balls right up to his asshole. He was already bucking back against her fingers as she teased him, and he'd never been more aware of the fact that he'd never had anything inside him before.

He looked back at her over his shoulder, his blue jacket all bunched up on his body along with his shirt and tie. When she met his eyes, she smirked and said, "Relax, Lieutenant. Be a good boy. It will all be over soon."

The words Sam Adams were right there on his tongue, and he was ready to shout them out, but he found himself relaxing at her touch as she eased her fingertip along while she whispered, "Just be a good boy."

He grunted at the stretch, because it felt incredible. "Admiral Reed," he whined as she inserted her finger deeper. God, he'd wanted this in the worst way, and it felt so fucking good. Her other hand rubbed circles along his lower back, and when he pressed his hips back for more of her finger, she started to withdraw it instead.

"You want more," she whispered, a statement rather than a question. She could tell he did, but he nodded against the bedding and told her yes. Then her finger was back, slipping inside him as he took fistfuls of the blankets. This was different than he usually felt when they were intimate. Not better or worse, but a different kind of pleasurable. She was easily gliding along a spot inside him that left him a little short of breath, groaning her name.

After long enough that his cock was starting to ache for relief, she said, "I think you're ready for the strap, Lieutenant. And I can't wait to give it to you."

He knew she would be gentle amidst the roleplay, and she was. Jake could feel her coating him up with more lube before she leaned down and kissed his back through his uniform. Then she eased the blunt silicone head to his hole and swirled it around while he did his best to try to relax. Jessica's other hand wrapped around to his cock which was devastatingly hard, and she started to slowly jerk him off again while she pushed.

If the stretch from her finger felt good, the stretch from the strap felt both incredible and also alarming. He was gasping, knuckles white as he clutched the bedding. Jessica pushed deeper and deeper, still stroking her hand along his cock as she filled his ass completely. Her hips were resting against him as he moaned and whined loudly.

He squeezed his eyes closed, sucking in air as she paused, fully seated. "How does that feel, Lieutenant Seresin?" she asked, voice breathy as she kissed along his back again.

Jake tried to find the words to describe the juxtaposition of pleasure mixed with slight pain along with the thrumming desire for more. More of Jessica's voice, more movement, and more pressure. "I like it," he managed, and that was all she needed to hear.

Inch by beautiful inch, she withdrew until that blunt tip was the only thing inside him, and Jake moaned loudly as she thrusted into him faster this time while his body grabbed at the length. "Oh god," he whined when he was full again. "Feels amazing."

She slid her slick hand along his cock and whispered, "You're my good boy," while she fucked him. "You're doing great." She rolled her hips, fucking him with rapid, shallow thrusts while he grunted her name and balled the bedding up tighter. She stroked his length slower as her hips went faster, and Jake's hands shook with anticipation.

"Baby," he moaned as her hips pressed against his ass, holding herself in place as she filled him completely.

"Admiral Reed," she corrected, letting her hand drift slowly back down his shaft so she was squeezing his balls. She rolled her hips back and snapped them forward in one fluid motion, and Jake buried his face in the bedding as he cried out.

"Admiral Reed! I'm close! I'm so close!"

Without slowing her tempo, Jessica grabbed him by his hips, and Jake's cock pressed against the bed. She was rubbing him in all the right places, keeping him full with thrust after thrust, and his cock was throbbing in need.

"Come, Lieutenant. You earned it," she promised, grabbing at his hips and waist and grunting as she finished him off with all of her remaining strength. Just a few more thrusts as she found every spot inside of him that needed relief, and he was coming all over the bed.

"Fuck!" he growled, lifting his upper body slightly to chase that perfect pressure, and he watched his cum shoot across the bedding as Jessica rubbed his electrified skin. Jake collapsed back down onto his own mess, the sticky warmth on his hands and cheek as he whined and whimpered.

He felt Jessica remove the strap one inch at a time until she was free of his body, and she hugged him from behind, kissing at his shoulder. "I love you, Jake. I love you so much," she crooned breathlessly, and he at least had the wherewithal to realize she might need some relief now as well. But he couldn't stand up yet. Not when she was whispering the sweetest things in his ear while his legs shook.

When he lifted his head, she kissed his cheek while he tried to formulate words. Then she moaned and licked the cum from his face. Nothing had changed. She was still his in the same way she had been, and if anything, he loved her more for what she just did with him.

"Jessica," he whispered, kissing her lips, finally. She tasted like him. She tasted perfect. Then he stood, and she was smiling up at him, wearing that pretty strap. And Jake knew. He fucking knew damn well that it was time to ask her.

"Where are you going?" she asked when he reached for his pants, pulling them up high enough so he could walk.

He rushed out to the kitchen and opened the cabinet that contained all of the spices and seasonings. She was still apprehensive about cooking on her own, and this was the last place she would have looked for anything. He grabbed the small box and popped it open as he ran back into the bedroom as quickly as he could. Jessica had removed the strap and set it on the bed, leaving her in that sinful looking navy blue set. She adjusted her glasses just before her gaze fell to his hand, and then he dropped to his knee in front of her.

"Jake?" she gasped as her eyes went wide.

"Marry me. Please, Baby. Marry me. You're a need. A necessity. But you're also somehow the only thing I want. I was going to propose in Cabo, but I can't even wait until tomorrow. Will you marry me?"

Her pretty face crumpled as she sobbed, but she was nodding and reaching for him. Her voice shook as she smiled through her tears. "Yes. I'll marry you. You're my needs and wants, too."

Jake stood and scooped her up as he laughed. She ended up beneath him on the bed next to his cum, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair while he tried to get her to hold her hand still. "Let me put it on you, Smart Girl," he whispered, unable to stop smiling as he took her left hand and slipped the ring into place. He loved the way it looked. And then, as if the massive diamond didn't matter much to her in comparison to him, she had her hands back in his hair. And he kind of loved that, too.

"I can't wait to tell everyone how we got engaged," she said as she laughed and buried her face against his neck.

"You can tell them anything you want, Jess. Just make sure you pack that strap for Cabo along with the rest of the toys."

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Thank you so much for coming on this little journey with me! It was really fun to fit Jake and Jessica into the Beer Boy and Sugar universe, and I hope you'll stick around to read about Bob and Anna soon, too! IYKYK...if you follow along with Beer Boy and Sugar, you already knew about Jake and Jessica's upcoming nuptials. More surprises are in store in every corner of this universe soon! Big thanks to @mak-32 @beyondthesefourwalls @sylviebell for all your help!

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manifestobackshot · 6 months

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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Jake Halloween special ;)

content: alcohol, unprotected sex…

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Fucking frat boy Jake during a Halloween party would be so fucking hot. He’d see you in the crowd for the first time when things start up, his gaze lingering on you before you get lost in the crowd.

So, when you pass by him later on, he tells his bros, “wait I’ll catch up with you later, gotta go…” He snakes his way through the crowd, following shortly behind you before he’s able to stop you, resting himself against your backside.

Before you know it, you’re face to face with him, lips connecting in a drunken kiss. His hands roam your body, the others in the crowd forcing you two to be chest-to-chest. He doesn’t even know your name, nor do you know his. He tastes like cheap vodka and he smells like musky cologne. You’re just making out with a hot ass cowboy, and you’re loving it.

The brimmed cowboy hat obstructs his face from the frat lighting, but you can still see his lips and his smile. As you pull away, his lips are swollen from kissing you. He leans in, whispering, “would you like to take this elsewhere?”

He’s in-between your legs, hiking up your skirt to your waist before pulling your panties to the side and pumping his middle finger into you. Jake’s cowboy hat is around his neck, so you can see his eyebrows furrow as he feels how wet and warm you are. Intoxicated, you can’t help but to show how good he’s making you feel as he begins to pump his ring finger into you. You moan and Jake asks, “how does it feel, baby?”

“So, so good… You make me feel so good…”

Fuck, what’s his name? You pause.

“Mm?” Jake responds, raising his eyebrows and licking his lips.

“No just, what should I call you?”

“Call me whatever you want tonight.”

And with that, a man you don’t know is between your legs pumping his fingers in and out of you. Jake’s tongue is practically down your throat, enabling you to taste the alcohol on his breath. His breath is hot on your skin, one hand on your back to support you as he stretches you out with his fingers.

Suddenly, your lips meet the cold air as Jake’s plush lips are absent from yours. His fingers retract from you and he takes a step back. You can hear the clank of his belt coming undone, his zipper coming down, and the shuffle of his feet as he nestles himself back in between your legs.

The absence of his touch leaves you throbbing and aching for more, and you can tell he feels the same. He desperately wants you, lust running through his body. He has never wanted anyone more than this moment. You peer downwards, Jake’s length aching against the fabric of his boxer briefs, begging to be released from his waistband.

He leans in, breath fogged with alcohol and asks, “will you let me fuck you, baby?”

“Yes, god, fuck yes,” you eagerly reply, pulling him in by his nape and connecting with a sloppy, passionate kiss. As you pull away, he’s pumping himself with one hand as he lines himself up at your entrance, tip flushed and leaking with desire.

Jake groans and bites his bottom lip to prevent a string of drunken curses from leaving his mouth as he pushes into you, warm, plush walls wrapping around his length. As he bottoms out, he pulls you closer to connect in a drunken kiss before pulling his length out to begin fucking into you. His thrusts are sloppy, the alcohol impairing his ability to keep a steady pace and a clear head.

His lips are swollen from making out with you, and a thin layer of sweat veils him as he continues to fuck into you. You thank god for the loud music outside, or else everyone would have known how fucking good Sim Jaeyun was making you feel. You leave none of your pleasure to his imagination, allowing strings of curses and moans to fall from your mouth as they please.

There’s nothing Jake wants to do more than to cum inside you. Fucking a stranger at a frat party was crazy enough, but fucking a hot stranger was something else.

As he feels himself approaching orgasm, he asks, “baby, are you gonna let me cum inside?”

The moment you slightly nod, he begins to fuck you deeper and faster, chasing climax. Jake can feel his tip ramming against your cervix before he shoots his seed deep into you, pulling out with a pop once it’s all over.

Heavy breaths, loud music, and clanging of his belt buckle. You’re both sobering up a bit. Jake comes in between you again and plants a kiss on your lips before cleaning up his mess from between your legs.

As you two finish up, he leans into you to whisper, “By the way, my name’s Jake.”

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roses-r-rosie3 · 6 months

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The Vanishing Hitchhiker

Male!Oc x M!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Blowjob, car sex

Summary: The Reader comes across someone who needs a ride in the middle of nowhere. One thing leads to another and the reader and the stranger end up hooking up. After the hookup, the stranger just vanishes….

A/n: Soooo because I sadly couldn’t do kinktober this year, I decided on making this Halloween special fic!

Quote: “I’m very sorry dude, we’re basically stranded”

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You usually had a late night drive when you couldn’t sleep, and today was one of those days. Today was really stressful for you, and it didn’t help that you couldn’t sleep, so you got off of your bed changed out of your pj’s and quickly headed out. You started your car and started to drive to wherever your heart desired.

Driving in the middle of the night was so peaceful for you. Not a lot of people would be driving, the quiet streets, and the chirps of random bugs outside were weirdly soothing to you. Everything was normal, up until you saw some random guy waving at your car. Usually, you would feel suspicious of hitchhikers but something in your heart was telling you to pull over, so you did. You pulled over next to the guy and rolled down your window.

“Hey, what are you doing out here at this time? Do you need a ride or something?” You asked.

“Yes please” the stranger said.

You unlocked your car and the guy hopped into the front seat. He put on his seatbelt and you started to drive again.

“So, do you know where you want me to drop you off?” You asked.

“The park please” the guy responded.

“The park? At this time? Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” You said.

“Yes, I’m sure” the guy said.

“Okay then” you sighed before typing in directions on your phone.

You started to have small talk, you know the typical ‘how’s your day been’ ‘where are you from’ etc. But all of a sudden your car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, and your phone ran out of batteries. That was weird, you could have sworn that you still had half a tank left, you had only been driving for fifteen minutes, right? And when did your phone die? You never got the %20 battery warning.

“Damn it” you grumbled.

“I’m very sorry dude, we’re basically stranded” you apologized.

“It’s fine” the guy said.

The guy was calm, a bit too calm. There was not an ounce of fear in his voice. Who wouldn’t be scared? You’re stranded in the middle of nowhere with a stranger you barley know. While you were thinking of a way to get help, you felt a hand start to rest on your thighs. You looked up and saw the guy, he still calm as his hands crept closer and closer to your crotch area. You would’ve stopped him, but it’s not like you had anything better to do, and besides the guy was cute.

When he finally got to your zipper, he leaned his head closer to yours. He slowly pressed his lips against yours. You noticed that his lips were cold, but then again he was outside for a while so you ignored it and gave into the kiss. But all of a sudden you moaned into his mouth as you felt his cold hands slip into your boxers and slowly start to rub your hardening cock.

You whimpered as began rubbing the slit of your cock. The stranger broke the kiss and he started to pull your trousers and boxers down to your ankles, freeing your leaking cock from its restraints. Without warning, he quickly took your cock into his cold mouth.

You started groaning in pleasure as the guy started to deepthroat your cock. It was like he didn’t have a gag reflex. You gripped his soft hair as he kept taking you fully, taking your whole cock in his mouth without making a single sound.

“P-please~” you whimpered.

Several moans escaped your open mouth as his tongue drew a long strip of saliva up towards the tip. Your grip on his hair was fighting as pre-cum oozing out of your slit. He hallowed his cheeks, as he bobbed his head up and down your cock.

Your gritted your teeth when the vibrations on your sensitive, leaking cock were becoming too much. Your last straw was when the tip of your cock started to brush against the back of his throat. Your hands grabbing his hair in fists as your hips bucked slightly off of the chair, and you came with powerful sprays.

You expected him to stop after your first orgasam, but he kept on sucking, causing you get hard once again. The sound of the guy’s sucking filled your car as he took your length down his throat. Your car windows getting more foggy the more the guy started sucking. It wasn’t long until your breathing was picking up its pace, and you felt the same tingling sensation beging to form in your groin.

“Mmm~ Fuck~ I- I- I’m gonna-”

You let out an embarrassing moan as you shot thick strings of cum into his mouth. You would think that even after your second release he would stop, but he just kept going.

“I-I c-can’t take it a-anymore. T-too m-much” you stuttered.

It had been what felt like hours and the guy still would stop sucking. You were way passed overstimulation at this point. Your cock was coated with cum and saliva. You could barley even speak, and your arms felt too weak to even try to push the guy off of your cock.

You had already cum nine times already and you couldn’t take it anymore. You let out a moan, and next thing you knew, you came in his mouth for the tenth time and you passed out.

When you awoke, the guy was gone, and your pants were pulled up. But most of all, your phone battery was at full percentage and you had a full tank of gas.

That experience was weird.

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lunaflowers · 6 months

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wedding night

pairing: byun baekhyun x virgin!reader word count: 2.3k genre: smut, fluff warnings: missionary sex, piv, cunnilingus, fingering synopsis: (requested) you're a nervous virgin on your wedding night. your husband, baekhyun, tries to make your first time as special as possible.

a/n: i'm not sure if this is good because the whole shy virgin thing isn't really my jam but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless, anon! 💖

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To say that you were nervous was an understatement. It was the night of your wedding and you were finally, finally going to lose your virginity to your new husband, Byun Baekhyun.

You’d known since you were young that you were going to wait until you got married. You weren’t particularly religious, but you were exceedingly, perhaps even foolishly, romantic, and you thought the idea of saving yourself for your eventual husband once you were legally and spiritually bound to him was a beautiful gesture of love and commitment.

Unfortunately, this made your dating life significantly more difficult. Men would cut and run as soon as you would reveal that you had no intention of having sex with them in the near future. They’d accuse you of being frigid or a tease. More than one had accused you of being a lesbian.

When you’d met Baekhyun and he’d asked you on a date almost two years ago now, you’d expected the same treatment from him but you were pleasantly surprised. When you’d told Baekhyun about your choice, he was curious instead of annoyed or judgemental and he asked you questions about why you felt the way you did. It was so refreshing, finally, a man who didn’t treat you like a freak, who accepted your decision as a valid one.

It was strange to think now how at that time you had no idea that you’d met the man you were going to lose it to. Being with him now, in your wedding dress while he stood in front of you in your shared hotel room, all you could feel was your heart pounding.

“Are you okay?” Baekhyun asked, his warm eyes meeting yours.

“I am,” you replied, “Just a little nervous.”

“Don’t be. You’re beautiful,” Baekhyun said, taking you in his arms and kissing you deeply. The two of you had kissed plenty of times before, obviously, but this one felt different. The slight hesitancy he’d had before was gone. You felt something more animalistic in him this time, not having to toe an imaginary line in the sand anymore. He reached around the back of your dress, finding your zipper and unzipping it slowly, letting your strapless gown fall to the floor.

He leaned back to look at your body. You were now in front of him in nothing but the white bridal lingerie you’d bought for this occasion. You’d picked out the lacy set with your best friend, wondering if it was a bit cheesy, if Baekhyun would even find it sexy. The way he looked at you with eyes that wanted to devour you assured you that you’d made the right decision. He kissed you again, lifting you up bridal style and taking you over to the bed, placing you on it gently.

You looked at him as he untied his bowtie and began to unbutton his shirt and take it off. You could feel the heat between your legs already. As nervous as you were, you couldn’t help but be distracted by the fact that your husband was incredibly fucking hot.

Baekhyun got on top of you, kissing you again. “Do you know how hard it’s been these past couple years? Not being able to tear your fucking clothes off? Not being able to touch you like this?” He moved down, kissing your throat and between your breasts, just nuzzling his face there and breathing for a moment. “But I just fell so hard for you. I knew you were worth it.”

You giggled as rested his face on your chest. It felt so comforting but erotic at the same time. “Thank you for waiting,” you said, a little shyly. You hadn’t done this before, you didn’t know the things to say, the sexy things, the naughty things, the dirty words you’re sure the women Baekhyun had been with before you had no trouble finding, no shame in saying.

“Thank you for choosing me,” Baekhyun replied, and you couldn’t help but grin. “Can I take this off?” He asked, gesturing at your bra.

You nodded, thinking that it was sweet of him to ask. You turned over to the side so he could unclasp it. When you laid back down, you instinctively covered your breasts. It felt so odd to be exposed like this. Baekhyun had seen you in bathing suits before, but he’d never seen you topless.

“Don’t hide yourself from me baby,” he said, gently removing your hands from your chest. “I’m your husband now.” He looked at you like he’d just unwrapped the most delicious treat. “I want to love every single part of you.” He dipped his head down and took one of your pert nipples in his mouth, making you moan. The sensation was new and odd but pleasurable nonetheless. As he did that, his hand worked itself down reaching into your panties, finding the wetness between your legs.

“All this for me? Aren’t you generous?” He said, letting go of your nipple and pulling his fingers out of your panties, showing you two glistening digits.

You felt a little embarrassed even though you knew it wasn’t Baekhyun’s intent to shame you. “Well, I’ve been waiting for almost two years. It’s been hard for me too.”

Baekhyun moved to pull your panties down and you let him. He slid them down your legs and off of you, taking in your body the whole time.

“I wanna kiss you here,” he said, spreading your legs apart and running a finger down your slit. “Are you okay with that?”

You nodded, a little embarrassed again, and he dove between your legs with his mouth. He teased your entrance with his tongue, keeping his movements slow and gentle, not wanting to overwhelm you. "How are you feeling?" he asked between kisses, his voice little more than a whisper. "Does this feel good?"

“It does… It tickles a little but in a good way,” you replied.

Baekhyun chuckled softly against your skin, his breath fanning over your sensitive flesh. "I'm glad, baby," he whispered, kissing and licking your cunt, his hands resting lightly on your hips to keep them in place. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he prepared himself before slowly pushing one finger inside you, exploring your depths with gentle strokes. He wanted this to be as comfortable and as painless as possible for you and he knew he needed to open up a little.

You moaned softly as he felt you tighten around him, your body responding to his touch. "You taste so good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to feel you around my cock."

You whimpered, “You’re so good at this, Baek.”

Hearing your compliment, Baekhyun's heart swelled with pride and desire. He continued to lap at your folds, his tongue dancing against your sensitive flesh while his finger was still inside you. "I’m a little out of practice," he replied with a soft laugh. "And I'm not done yet."

Slowly, he added another finger and began to thrust them in and out of you at a gentle pace, matching his movements with his tongue. He groaned as he felt you start to tighten around him again. "You feel so good. You’re responding to me so well," he whispered against your skin, his breath hot as he continued to pleasure you. "I can't believe how lucky I am to be here with you."

You smiled, biting your lip. “I’m the lucky one,” you said, in between moans. Your hips were bucking gently now and Baekhyun knew he was hitting the right spots.

His eyes closed as he tasted your sweet arousal, his body shuddering with pleasure. "Fuck," he groaned. He was hard and his hips jerked forward on the mattress reflexively. He would cum his pants if he wasn’t careful. "You taste amazing." He said, kissing your clit once more before pulling his fingers out of you and kissing his way up your stomach, his tongue tracing the lines of your ribs. "You're so perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to make love to you."

“I want it, Baekhyun. I want you inside me, please,” you said, breathlessly. You felt like your desire was overwhelming you and you couldn’t wait any longer for him to be inside you.

"As you wish, my love," your husband replied, his voice soothing. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, positioning himself between your legs, his hard length rubbing against your entrance. As much as you wanted this, wanted him, you felt yourself stiffen in nervous anticipation.

Baekhyun, noticing this, leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips, his hand stroking your cheek. "Relax, okay?" he whispered, "And let me take care of you. I love you.”

You breathed deep and nodded for him to continue. Slowly, he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, waiting there a moment before he pushed inside, inch by slow inch. He groaned as he felt you stretch around him. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle and concerned. "Tell me if it hurts."

“It does hurt a little,” you admitted, trying to relax your body more. “But it’s not bad.”

Baekhyun paused, his eyes searching yours for signs of discomfort. "I'm sorry, baby," he said, his voice full of regret. "We don't have to do this if it hurts too much." He pulled back slightly, giving you a moment to adjust.

“No, I don’t want you to stop, please. It feels good too… Please…” you whined.

Baekhyun pressed forward again, this time going even slower until he was all the way inside you. He kissed your neck and nibbled lightly on your earlobe, murmuring soothing words to distract you from the sting. "You're doing so well," he praised you, "I'm so proud of you."

You whimpered a little and although he felt bad that he was hurting you, he also knew how much you wanted this. He could feel it in the way your body responded to him. And honestly, he wanted you just as bad. He felt you relaxing slowly and he smiled, rewarding you with more kisses on your face, making you laugh.

He groaned as he felt your walls clenching on his cock. "That's it, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "You're so tight and wet for me." He began to move slowly, his hips rocking back and forth in a rhythmic motion.

He kissed your neck and shoulders, trailing soft kisses on your body. "Tell me if I'm hurting you," he murmured, "And I'll stop." But truthfully, he knew you wouldn't ask him to stop. He could feel the way you were arching into his touch, the way your nails dug into his skin. He smiled against your body, feeling the familiar rush of desire course through his veins. "You're mine," he whispered into your ear, "Completely and utterly mine. Only mine."

“Only yours,” you murmured back, breathlessly.

Hearing your words, Baekhyun felt an odd surge of possessive satisfaction course through him. He liked the idea that he was the one and only man you were ever going to have. And that you were the only woman he’d ever have again. "You belong to me now," he said, his voice becoming rough with desire. "Say it again."

“I’m only yours, Baekhyunnie,” you repeated.

Baekhyun felt his cock twitch inside you at your words. He gritted his teeth, determined to make this last as long as possible. Not having sex in almost two years had definitely affected his ability to last. "Fuck," he groaned, "You feel so good."

He reached down and began to play with your clit, earning another drawn out moan from your pretty mouth. He continued working you with his fingers, finding the right rhythm for your body and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.

“I think I’m gonna…” you breathed, not wanting to finish the sentence.

"Cum for me then, baby," he whispered, more than a little relieved, because he, too, was close and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold it off. "Show me how much you love me." He increased his pace now, feeling it was safe to do so, thrusting deeper and harder into your tight cunt.

“Baekhyun,” you mewled, feeling your orgasm rush over you. You’d had orgasms before, you weren’t that innocent, but this one was different. You felt this one in your entire body, to the tips of your toes, making them curl.

"That's it. Let go." His hips slammed into yours, driving him deeper still as he felt you tense and shudder around him. He felt you climax, your body writhing beneath him. "You're so sexy,” he said, continuing his pace. “Fuck," he groaned suddenly, "I'm cumming too." He pulled out of you, quickly, his cock erupting in a hot, thick stream across your stomach. "I'm sorry," he said. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to cum inside you and I was too far gone and I panicked and pulled out. I’ll get something to clean you up.” He made a move to get up.

“It’s okay,” you said, pulling your husband close. You’d forgotten to tell him you were on the pill now, but it didn’t matter. “Stay with me.”

Baekhyun did as he was told, laying down beside you and wrapping his arms around you. “How do you feel?”

“Tired,” you said, honestly. It had been such a long day. “But happy.”

“I’m glad. Did you… enjoy that?” Baekhyun asked, a little awkwardly.

“It was perfect. It was the best I could’ve asked for.”

“Good,” Baekhyun said, kissing you on the lips. “Now try to get some sleep. It’s the beginning of our life together, my darling wife.”

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spicyspiders · 7 months

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yours to tame

141 x male reader smut

1.8k words

a/n: 141 men hear the reader during their alone time and then ask to join.

The proposition was made early one morning. It was so early in fact that you thought your ears were playing tricks on you due to lack of sleep.

“You want to do what?”

“You heard him,” Soap said, a smirk on his lips.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” you respond quietly, not looking any of the men in the eye. All you wanted to do was come to the kitchen and get a cold glass of water to soothe your parched throat. The few sips of water you had taken sat in your stomach heavily as you felt embarrassment fill the rest of your stomach.

“You’re saying that like it was just a one-time thing, we’ve heard it all.” Price says back.

His feet enter your field of vision and then his hand is under your chin to tilt your head up so your eyes meet his, “we like what we’ve heard,” you glance over Price’s shoulder to see the other men nod, “all we want to do is watch.”

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“Add another one, lad,” Price commands, his voice an octave deeper.

“You said watch not-“ your words fall off with a gasp when you do indeed add another finger to your hole.

“Doesn’t that feel better?” Price questions.

You hear the sound of another zipper opening and the shift of one of the seats the men are sitting in. You gasp along with one that sounds a lot like Gaz’s, and your head falls back onto your bed.

You let out a noise of frustration when your fingers are as deep as they can go. Your legs go stiff as you try to shift your hips around to find the right angle for your fingers to meet your prostate. You let out another noise, this one louder than the last as the need sets in.

It was an all too familiar feeling— the need you had. The only time that you really had for yourself was late at night or on the rare occasion that you had the showers to yourself. When you were at home, you had the chance to stretch yourself out and give yourself the time to find the right angle, but when you were living with a group of other men, that made it difficult to find that time.

Not being able to find the time meant that when you had the opportunity to wrap a hand around your cock, the pleasure almost felt like it was too much with how fast and hard it would hit you, only for it to be gone in a second as your body snapped back into place.

You didn’t know you were being loud. You even took special care to keep your noises to a minimum when you were in the shower. On certain occasions, a noise would leave your lips and bounce off the wet walls and make you go still in fear. The fear, however, soon mixed with your arousal and only made you feel even better.

During those times, you would have to leave the shower with your swollen bottom lip from where you had bitten into the flesh trying to stifle the noise. Each step felt wobbly as your body still felt the aftershocks of the orgasm that tore through your body, but you would eventually make it and collapse face-first onto your bed.

You knew you had gotten bolder as time had gone on, but hadn’t known you had also gotten louder. You had come the first time your fingers had gone past your balls and down your taint. It wasn’t the first time you had touched yourself there, but the first time you had done it knowing the other men were only a few doors down, made a hot, white rush of pleasure surge through you.

You had always struggled to find the bundle of nerves with your fingers, but it was not like you were going to bring a toy from home, so you had to settle. Though you couldn’t find your prostate, the thrill was always there, but so was the frustration.

You jumped when you felt a hand at your ankle. Calloused fingers traced up your calves, making you shiver, “do you need more?”

Your eyes shot open at the sound of Price’s voice. He looked down at you with dark eyes, a blush lighting up his cheeks.

You nodded quickly, “can never find it,” you whined. You pull your fingers free with a gasp and let your hands fall beside you.

“Can we help?” Price asks softly. One of his dry fingers went to where yours just were, and the tip soon became wet when he traced his finger in a circle on the wet furl of your hole.

You give another nod and hear noises behind you as the other men step up. As they step closer, Price steps away.

You let out another noise of frustration, “where’re you-“

Price lets out a chuckle, “easy, love,” he murmurs, “we’ve got you.”

“We have to get you wet first,” Soap says as he steps into the place Price was.

You feel something larger than your fingers or Price’s and lift yourself on your elbows to look down, “what’re you-“

Soap’s hands are on your hips in a flash to keep you still, “just the tip,” he says, trying to calm you down.

You stop moving and pant up at Soap, trying to will your heart to calm down. It only kicks back up again when you feel the wet, spongy head of Soap’s cock press inside, “it’s just going to come back out.”

“Then we’ll push it back in,” Soap promises before swooping down to press his lips to yours. You gasp into the kiss as the shirt Soap wears rubs against your sensitive cock, and your legs go around his hips to keep the friction closer.

“Don’t be greedy,” Ghost says as he unwraps your legs from Soap’s hips, “we’ll give you what you need,” the dark edge to his voice makes you shiver.

Free of your grip, Soap rises back up, “don’t scold him, it was my fault he did that,” Soap says to Ghost. The man ignores the glare the other man sends his way as he wraps his hand around his hard cock and starts a quick pace.

It’s hypnotic watching the muscles in Soap’s arms flex as he pumps his cock. You’re too busy watching to even notice how close Soap is until you feel the warmth of his cum between your cheeks.

It doesn’t go very far, but there is a new set of fingers there to push in what’s trying to trickle out. They’re thicker than your own as they make their place deep inside you. It burns the deeper it goes from the stretch, but the pain is soon overtaken by pleasure when they brush your prostate.

“Tapping out?” You ask after Soap after you hear him plop down into the chair he was just in.

“Does Gaz need to spank you?” Soap asks.

You look up at Gaz through your lashes,”do you want to?”

Gaz leans down to press his lips to yours before he pulls back, “there are so many things I want to do to you,” he whispers into your ear.

Your cock twitches at his heated words. It aches, and it would be so easy to wrap one of your hands around the hard flesh to give yourself the relief you need. You almost wanted to, just to see what the three men still in front of you would do, but you instead placed a hand on the back of his neck to pull Gaz into another kiss.

Gaz’s tongue is in your mouth, swallowing the sounds you let out as his fingers brush your prostate again. Another finger joins the second as you rub your tongue against his. The wet kiss ends with a string of spit connecting your lips when Gaz pulls away, leaving you with a hot, filthy feeling.

“Gaz,” you moan before falling back onto the bed as his fingers run ruthlessly over the sensitive spot. Your hands grip the blanket below your fingers as you feel warmth settle in your gut. The feeling spreads as your edge approaches fast. You let out loud moans that get even louder when you feel a hand wrap around your cock.

When you look up, you see that it’s Ghost. Under his heated gaze, it only takes a few strokes for you to fall over the edge. Your back arches off the bed as Ghost strokes you through your orgasm, and his fingers pull away once you're whimpering from overstimulation.

Gaz shushes you before leaning down and kissing you softly when he pulls his fingers free. He pulls back from the kiss to rise back up and wrap his fingers around his cock.

It makes your cock give a twitch knowing that the slickness on his cock is from the leftover lube and Soap’s cum that he had fucked inside.

Your legs fall to the bed for Gaz to make his way in between. You feel the sweat below your knees cool as you watch Gaz stroke his cock.

Price and Ghost stand on either side of Gaz, as close to you as they can as the three of them stroke their cocks. The splash of their cum feels molten on your already hot, sweaty skin. The burn on it only goes deeper as the three men rub the mess they made into your skin. Their rough hands feel soft as they tenderly rub your skin, a contrast to how utterly filthy the action is.

“Good?” Price asks. He falls onto the bed when you give a nod. With a hand on your chin, he turns to press his lips to yours, “told you we’ve got you,” he says when he disconnects from the kiss. After another chaste kiss, a possessive look is in his eye when he pulls away, “we’ll always take care of our boy.”

“You planned this out?” You asked Price.

Soap walked up to Ghost and clapped him on the shoulder, “it was all this guy.”

A soft smile lights up your lips as you watch Ghost duck his head down to try and hide the pink blush lighting up his cheeks. Ghost tucks himself back into his pants before buttoning them up slowly, slow enough that by the time he looks back up at you, his blush is almost gone.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Price says, his voice laced with that familiar commanding edge you’re used to.

Price, Soap, and Gaz leave the room once they’re all tucked away, but before Ghost can leave, you grasp his hand.

Wordlessly, you lean up to press your lips to his in a soft kiss, “you haven’t kissed me yet,” you murmur between your mouths before leaning right back in.

“I’ve barely got to touch you compared to the others,” Ghost says, one of his hands settling on your hip.

The edge of sadness to his voice has you raising a hand to cup his face, “we’ll just have to make up for it,” you say as you run a thumb down his cheekbone.

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