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queerpumpkinnn · 2 years

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Kinktober 7th: If You Could See Yourself the Way I See You

aka mirror sex with Regulus Black

0.9k words

Summary: the title says it all.

Pairing: Regulus Black x reader

Warnings: piv sex, mirror sex, cum eating, lil bit of hair pulling, praise

When Regulus had told you that you should see yourself when you cum, you didn't think much of it. You went about your day, you didn't think he would actually do it.

It appears you had thought wrong.

You and Regulus had a standing date every Friday evening during which you two would hang out at one person's dormitory. This was one of those times. One thing had led to another, and you found yourself naked with him, moaning and sighing as he played with your cunt. He'd been at it for what felt like hours, teasing you mercilessly.

What got your attention, however, was when he turned you around, and there you saw your reflection. You were on your knees on the bed, torso upright with him behind you.

"You weren't kidding about the mirror." You breathed, a trace of a smile quirking your lips.

"Of course not. I want to see every inch of you when you cum, and I want you to watch."

His hand was soon replaced by the tip of his cock teasing your weeping core. Your head fell back as he began to enter you

Regulus wasn't having that. He was quick to grab your hair and push your head up. "I said watch, dove."

His hand still gripping your hair, you watched his dick sink into your pussy, the feeling of being full making the sight even better. You let out a long, drawn-out moan.

"There, see? Look at how gorgeous you are, taking all of me so well." He purred, starting to rock his hips back and forth. A gasp was ripped from your chest at the sensation.

Although you had struggled to watch yourself in the mirror at first, you couldn't look away now. You watched his cock disappear between your legs, his hands grip your hips to keep you flush against him, his brows furrow and jaw fall open when he started to move faster and rougher.

A sheen of sweat had formed on both your foreheads and both your panting moans filled the empty room. Regulus' hair was flopping in tandem with his thrusts and his eyes were glued to the mirror where he could see every inch of you on display for him.

"Fuck, doll, can you get down on your elbows for me?" He grunted, a hand on your back to coax you down into the position. This hit a whole new angle in you, going deeper and pressing that spongey spot in you. Every. Damn. Time.

It wasn't long until you were getting close to your high. The approaching pleasure overwhelmed you, and you almost let your head fall between the arms propping you up- almost. Regulus had taken note of your nearing orgasm and tugged your hair again, ensuring you would see yourself cum.

"Getting close, sweetheart? Yeah? Come for me. Make a mess all over my cock, go on." You could hear the strain in his own voice, suggesting that he was just barely holding back.

Who were you to say no? Just his words alone were enough to have your legs shaking. Your cunt throbbed at the pleasure- his cock slamming into you, balls hitting your clit, strong hands gripping your hip and hair, hearing his sultry voice encouraging and praising you, the spurts of his cum in your cunt and spilling out of you, and a visual of it all in front of you. Your orgasm washed over you and it took everything in you to keep your eyes open to watch- it was definitely worth it. Both of your cum dripping down your thighs, his chest heaving, his lust-blown eyes lidded and trained on you hungrily.

"There we go, just like that. Just like that, sweet thing. Look how pretty you look like this."

You whimpered at his words, head going cloudy and pussy getting overstimulated once the orgasm had faded. Regulus cooed at your reaction. "Is my baby sensitive?"

You nodded, breathing heavily. He chuckled darkly, pulling out slowly. You saw him watching, and you felt his cum gush out of you, dripping everywhere. A few nimble fingers dipped to catch some of it, bringing them to his lips to taste.

"Fuck, you taste so good." He groaned. He reached down for more, this time extending his fingers to you. "Open."

You stuck your tongue out, then wrapped your lips around his fingers, tongue working to clean his digits. He smirked at your obedience, watching you suckle until he pulled his fingers away.

A gentleman as always, Regulus prepared a bath for you. He helped you to your feet, making sure your shaky legs didn't betray you as he helped you into the tub. Once you were situated, he moved to clean the bedroom. You closed your eyes, sinking into the tub so that the warm water enveloped as much of you as possible. The evening's memories played in your head as the sound of Regulus muttering cleaning spells played in the background.

Once Regulus was done, he strode into the bathroom, feeling the water with his hand. He noticed you zoning out, staring at the water knobs with an unusual intensity. He cleared his throat. Hazily, you turned to him.

"Reg?"

"Hm?"

"Can we use the mirror all the time?"

He chuckled at the airiness in your voice, kissing your temple. "Whatever you want, dove."

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multifandomworldsposts · 6 months

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Day 22 of Kinktober: Married to Brian O’Conner

Pairing: Brian O’Conner x fem!reader

Warning: unprotected sex, riding, hickeys

Y/N’s POV

Yes, I’m indeed married to an undercover cop and yes I have to come with him to be his ‘girlfriend’ if we go anywhere for a mission. This time his mission is about drug dealers, and he doesn’t want me to come with him this time because I might get hurt or even worse if I go with him.

One morning, Brian came home beat up, so I patch him up.

“What happened?” I said while dabbing some hydrogen peroxide on his wounds on his cheekbone.

“This asshole, beat me up because I won the drag race.” He weakly said.

“Who?” I said.

“His name is Vince.”

“He sounds like an asshole.” I said trying to check if there’s more wounds.

He chuckles.

“So, this guy that I’m talking to, another drug dealer, Dominic, he wants me to go to his house, do you want to go with me?” He says giving me the puppy dog eyes.

“You told me you don’t want me to get involved because it could be dangerous.” I say.

“It won’t be this time honey, alright?”

“Fine, what do you want me to wear, something normal?”

“Just without your ring baby.”

I already know what he’s saying, here we go again, I hope this goes well.

THE NEXT DAY

We go to Dominic’s house and I kinda get nervous, I hope this goes well. I got introduced to the others and Vince, I guess, came and when he saw Brian, he looked beyond pissed, I wonder why. Vince came back to eat some food. The food was actually delicious.

When Brian and I came home, he couldn’t take his hands off of me.

“You did a good job being my girlfriend hon.” Brian wraps his arms around my waist.

“I mean I am your wife Bri.” I chuckle.

“How about I give you an award for being good.” He unzips my sundress.

“You should do this each time I help you with a mission baby.” I say letting the dress slip off my shoulders to the floor.

“I should.” He smiles.

He picks me up to take us to our bed and lays me down and he takes his clothes off, I need him. He takes my underwear off and begins to make love to me slowly. I moan and began to scratch his back, he goes faster which is making me gasp in his neck. I give him some hickeys and he starts to give me some hickeys as well. My coworkers are going to be teasing me about these hicks. I flip us over so I can be on top, I start to ride him which made him groan and dig his fingers in my waist. I ride him faster, I cum on his cock. Fuck, I miss him so much, I can’t believe that he has the night shift so I have to sleep alone and I have to think of him while I play with myself, Brian knows that I play with myself, he caught me one time.

After him cumming inside me, we lay on the bed, I lay on his chest and he pecks my head, I look at him and I can see his soft eyes looking straight at me, I feel safe and happy around him. While we were at the BBQ he could tell that I felt like I needed to be around him so he wrapped his arms around my stomach, which makes me feel safe.

I’m so glad we’re married, happy together and we can protect each other, mostly Brian protecting me.

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talesof-old · 2 years

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command me, my love | b.t.

pairing: brienne of tarth x fem!reader

warning(s): 18+, i don’t actually know how i feel about this one, fingering, strap on, switch!brienne, switch!reader, i think that’s it, not proofread or edited

word count: 1.9k

kinktober series

a night in which brienne gives and takes

prompt: strap on

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You trail your fingers down Brienne’s arm, a faint smile on your lips as she sighs in pleasure. It had taken time to get to this point. For her to trust you enough to see her so vulnerable. You lean forward, catching her lips with yours and settling close to her body. An arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady as you broke the kiss and focused on her chest.

She let out a breathy sigh as you wrapped your lips around her nipple, sucking on the hardened skin as you trailed a hand towards her lower abdomen. She lurched when you slipped a hand between her thighs. You smiled against her skin.

Goosebumps pricked at her skin and you sighed, continuing to leave a path of faint love marks on her ribs and down to her hips. You circled her clit, humming when she let out a soft moan.

“Do you want more tonight?” You murmured the words against her hip bone, before sucking hard on the skin there. She blinked slowly and you eased your middle finger into her cunt. She let out a gasp and reached for your hand. You cooed and slowly pumped your finger in and out of her, occasionally circling her clit to keep her on edge. You added your ring finger, your pussy clenching around nothing at the soft sounds she was making.

She rocked her hips in time with your ministrations, so you slowed, ignoring the whine that left her mouth and you lifted yourself back up her body. You wiped your hand on a towel you’d placed on the table next to the bed. “Bri, I asked a question.” Your bottom lip was stuck out in a pout, but the amusement in your tone was enough to give her focus.

“Please.”

It was a desperate sound, and you were quick to kiss her in response. The more you’d been referring to: a sort of contraption you’d been introduced to in your travels to Dorne. It was like a belt, clasped around your waist with additional straps for your thighs. In between your hips, resting on your pelvic mound was a wooden carving of a cock, raised and ready for whatever you pleased. You’d introduced it to Brienne after she’d become comfortable with you.

You didn’t use the contraption often. In fact, Brienne much preferred to use one herself, though you’d never complain about getting the chance to fuck her instead of the other way around.

You untangled yourself from her, crossing the room as quickly as you could manage and opening the chest by the bathing basin. You grabbed what you were looking for and turned back to the bed. Brienne was watching you intently, face flushed and skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. You smiled, heart skipping a beat at the look in her eyes.

You ignored the tingling you felt in your feet, the stone floor beneath you freezing in Northern winter fashion. She kept her eyes on you the entire time you worked to put on the device. It was only when you’d climbed onto the bed that she reached for you, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips and holding you close. You smiled, rubbing your nose along the column of her throat and nuzzling into the crook of her neck. She ran her fingers up and down your arms, kissing your temple before pulling away.

“Please.” Her tone was much more stable thing time, and you grinned at the prospect of fucking her until all she could think about was you.

“Your wish is my command, Ser.” A muffled choked noise came from her throat and you giggled before gently pushing her onto her back, letting her rest against the pillows. You settled between her spread legs and rolled your hips, the wooden toy pressed against her stomach. You reached over to the table next to the bed and grabbed the oil you usually used to lubricate the toy. She watched patiently, eyes focused on the way you spread the oil over the carving with your fingers.

“Ready?” She nodded, rolling her hips under you. You pull away a bit, easing the head of the cock between her lips, grinning at her mewls and moans. You rocked your hips gently, pushing deeper into her with each thrust. She sighed, letting her head fall back at the feeling. You draw back and thrust back in, reaching down to circle her clit. She jerked, a loud moan escaping her lips. You continued, thrusting deep and slow, rubbing her clit. She rocked her hips in tandem with your thrusts, whines leaving her mouth. Brienne reached for you. You let her, guiding her hands to your hips, letting her grasp the straps that rest there. She tugged on the belt with each thrust, a small knob stimulating your own clit as she did so. You moaned, resting your hands on her shoulders. She was near frantic in her tugs, getting you to ride her at a speed you normally couldn’t maintain on your own.

It didn’t take long before you could barely keep up, letting her choose the pace and use you for her pleasure. The inside of the mechanism was wet with your slick, and you could practically feel the throbbing of your heartbeat in your cunt. You slumped forward, changing the angle in a way that had Brienne gasping. You smiled, dazed, and dug your fingers into her shoulders. She looked beautiful beneath you, her face flushed and her skin shiny with sweat. You reached up and brushed her hair off of her forehead before sliding your hand to cup the back of her neck. You pressed your lips against hers, swiping a demanding tongue over her top lip. She parted her lips, letting your tongue slip in to glide along the planes of her mouth. She kept up the pace, tugging at you in a way that made you smile. There would certainly be bruises on you tomorrow.

You slowed, shifting your body and Brienne’s to a more upright position to ease the ache beginning to develop in your thighs. The new angle must’ve hit something previously untouched inside of her because Brienne jolted, her legs shaking on yours. She continued her frantic thrusts, using you to climax. The motions of your thumb were a continuous cycle of figure eights and circles, just the way she liked. You kept your eyes on her face, watching as her orgasm washed over her and her cunt clenched around the wooden cock. Your thrusts turned shallow, letting her ride out her climax. Brienne’s head dropped to your shoulder, and it wasn’t lost on you how she pressed open mouthed kisses to your skin. You whined as she stopped kissing you, no longer bouncing on the cock. She nuzzled deeper into your neck and you wrapped your arms around her, ignoring the slick on your thighs.

It didn’t take long for her to slowly begin the process of taking the contraption off of you, desperate to feel you. You kept your hands on her, trailing over her pale skin and marveling in the strength of her arms.

“You’re beautiful,” you whispered.

She flushed and began to shake her head, but you stopped her with a hand on her cheek. She caught your gaze and seemed to freeze at the sincerity in your eyes.

“The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” You smiled and leaned forward, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips before joining her in her mission to free you from the straps around your hips.

She was quiet, face a cherry red as the two of you finally managed to get the wooden cock off of your body. She paused, eyeing the object before looking at you with a fire in her eyes. You raised a brow, yelping when she reached over and tugged you forward.

“You treat me in a way no one has before,” The way she kissed you was hard, a clash of tongue and teeth that had you moaning and rocking against her. Brienne pulled away, resting her forehead against yours. Your eyes fluttered.

“I love you for it.”

You bit your lip to fight the grin that threatened to overcome your face. She scooted off of the bed, taking the contraption you’d just used and adjusting it onto her body. You shivered as anticipation swirled in your gut. While you’d been keen on worshiping Brienne tonight, it seemed as though she had different plans.

She was quick with it, already returning to your side with a nearly stern look on her face. You settled onto the pillows, legs spread to accommodate her. Your breath caught in your chest as she used the same oil you did to lubricate the cock before using her fingers on you. You whined when she ran her fingers over your lower lips, head falling back as she began to slowly slide a finger inside of you. You began to rock gently, rolling your hips against the palm of her hand. She nodded, encouraging you to keep going.

The tension in your abdomen was a telltale sign you weren’t going to last very long. You pawed at her shoulder.

“I want you to fuck me, Brienne.” The words came out in more of a whine than you’d wished, but you wouldn’t take them back. Not when her pupils seemed to almost completely take over her irises. She swallowed hard and removed her finger, shifting to hover over you, nestled between your thighs with the wooden appendage pressing against you. You gasped as she slowly guided it inside you, your body eager to be filled. She rubbed soothing circles onto your hip until the cock was as deep as it could go, your neck bared to her. She latched onto the sweaty skin, tongue lapping over any marks she’d made up until this point. You rolled your hips beneath her, mind fuzzy as the ache turned sweet. She reached down, rubbing your swollen clit. You jerked, gasping and then clutching onto her shoulders, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure wracked through you. The tension in your abdomen tightened and you moaned, hurtling towards the edge.

She was whispering, her words falling on deaf ears as she thrusted in and out of you, the drag of the cock pushing you closer and closer. You let out a high pitched whine as your orgasm started to wash over you, Brienne’s words finally reaching you.

“That’s it,” you choked, your chest stuttering as you were thrown completely over the edge. “Good girl.” She was still thrusting as you rode out your orgasm, body shaking and mouth open. Brienne stroked your sides, a small thing to keep you grounded as you ever so slowly came down. You hummed, reaching to pull her down to your chest despite the awkward angle. She let you, wrapping strong arms around your waist. Your body jerked slightly from the aftershocks of your climax, and you rested your cheek on her head. She pressed kisses against the skin of your collarbone, letting you lie limp beneath her.

The two of you stayed like that until Brienne decided it was best to pull out, a faint hiss leaving your lips at the slight sting. She moved quickly, dropping the contraption onto her pile of discarded clothes and moving back to hold you.

Her warmth lulled you to sleep, her front pressed to your back as you closed your eyes and let sleep take you.

#game of thrones #brienne of tarth x reader #brienne x reader #brienne of tarth #kinktober #a song of ice and fire #house of the dragon

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wildandsmile · 6 months

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Summary : Despite your ongoing conflicts with your boyfriend, you found the strength to call it quits when you discovered him with another girl or so you thought.

Tw : Toxic Gojo, Self Conscious Reader, Possessive Gojo, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Bullying and Belittling

Kink : Growling,Fingering, Bite ,Breeding, Cream-pie, Dirty talk, Hate sex,Unprotected sex, Penetrative sex (p in v) and Rough sex

Wc : 2.3k

An : Happy Day 6 of Kinktober, Once sorry if the smut bad I’m tried man give me a break please. 🧍🏾‍♀️

Enjoy!

You and Gojo had yet another fight this time it was about his problem with flirting with everything that could walk, talk and think on its own but it seemed like every time he would convince you that it was all in your head that it's perfectly normal for people to do things like that. It wasn’t until you walked in on him kissing another girl in your own apartment that you realized it had all just been him.

"Pack your things, Gojo! I want you out of my place!" you shouted, frustration boiling over as you witnessed the girl hastily collecting her belongings scattered around your apartment. Yet, even as she left, leaving tears in the corners of your eyes, Gojo remained unmoved. He had the audacity to sigh as though you had disrupted his good time, and in that moment, you painfully realized just how much he had shattered you.

You wouldn't leave the house unless your outfit met his approval. If he hinted at you looking a bit bloated or gaining weight, you'd work out until you couldn't breathe.

Overwhelmed by your thoughts, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Grabbing a suitcase from your closet, you stormed into your room and began tossing all of Gojo's belongings into it. He stood in the living room, motionless, as you spent hours stuffing and cramming his things inside. It was a challenging task, but you managed to do it.

With all his stuff packed, you returned to the living room, where he still sat with his feet up on your coffee table, engrossed in one of his latest school dramas. Just looking at him filled you with anger. While wiping away your tears, you made your way to the front door, flung it open, and threw his belongings outside.

Approaching him, you boldly reached for the remote, turning off the TV. Then, you pivoted to face the door and declared, "I've packed all your belongings, Satoru, and tossed them outside. Now, I want you out of my house immediately." In that moment, you felt a sense of empowerment, as if this was something you truly desired and not just an action you took for Gojo's sake.

However, your triumphant thoughts were shattered when Gojo stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours intensely. His breath grew heavy, and before you knew it, he had you pinned against the wall. His legs were positioned between yours, forcing you to spread them for balance and space.

"Listen carefully," Gojo hissed in a viper-like tone, his words laced with an unsettling intensity, his piercing blue eyes seemingly peering deep into your soul. But you remained steadfast, your desire for freedom burning brighter. You turned your face away from Gojo and replied, "I don't give a damn what you say. I want you out of my house, and that's final."

At that moment, just as you finished speaking, Gojo wrapped his arms around your throat, not to the point of suffocation, but enough to make it a struggle to breathe. He continued, "I hate to break it to you, but you're nothing without me. Do you honestly believe anyone would care about you if you broke up with me? Your girlfriends only hang out with you because they want a piece of me, and guys only flirt with you to prove they're better than me. There's not a single person who truly wants you except for me. Do you understand that?"

Hearing those words escape Gojo's lips cut deep, not because he said them, but because you couldn't deny their truth. Before dating Satoru, no one had paid much attention to you or tried to get to know you. It hit you like a ton of bricks that if you were to break up with him, you'd be left with nothing. You'd become just another ordinary person trapped in an unending cycle. That was the thing about Gojo—you liked that he had the power to either free you from that cycle or keep you in it, and it was all his choice.

Yet, as you stood there, torn between your own desires and the reality of the situation, you couldn't help but wonder why it was so difficult to push him aside. Why were you gazing at him as if he hadn't just shattered your heart, and why did he still manage to look so alluring to you?

Your mind felt like a chaotic mess, torn between what it wanted and what it couldn't let go of. Gojo had you tiptoeing on eggshells every day, and you were fed up with it. But at the same time, you couldn't deny your lingering feelings for him. Little did you know that this was precisely what Gojo wanted.

He hadn't started dating you because of your intelligence or wealth; it was your willingness to do anything for him with just a word that had drawn him in. Whenever you resisted, he enjoyed breaking down your bratty attitude, knowing you'd eventually come crawling back to him as if nothing had happened. And that was something he appreciated about you.

So when you seized him by the collar, pulled him into a passionate kiss, and slowly led him into your shared bedroom, he wasn't the least bit surprised.

┈━═☆ Smut Time ☆═━┈

"You know I'm still-" you try to murmur, but your words are silenced by Gojo's tantalizing touch, his finger tracing a path of desire along your lips. In an instant, his lips descend upon yours, igniting a fiery collision that leaves you breathless and craving for more. His hands assertively clasp onto your delicate jaw, his tongue sensually swirling within your mouth, engaging in a passionate battle for dominance alongside yours. You were completely caught off guard as he forcefully pressed you onto the bed, his lips never breaking contact with yours.

"Gojo ," you moan, desperately attempting to hold on, but your breath grows heavier and your mind becomes clouded with desire. Gojo then lets out a low cut groan and pulls his pants down, revealing his firm cock, which was already leaking with per-cum. With that, he sensually pulled you closer, his lips meeting yours in a passionate embrace. The intensity of the kiss heightened, lingering for a tantalizing moment longer than before. You could fill his tongue and how it probed every inch of his lips, and you could even taste the sweet taste of Gojo lip balm, which he would be caught dead without.

You pull back from the passionate kiss, feeling your breath hitch as your lungs involuntarily tighten, even though the tantalizing exchange of lips had only just begun. "Mmm, you're such a cruel tease," you purr, your teeth sinking into your luscious bottom lip as you coyly avert your gaze. Even as you passionately express your frustration towards him, he remains undeterred, his desire evident as he sensually grasps the edge of your enticing lingerie, teasingly pulling them down, revealing your throbbing cunt. With a tantalizing touch, he caresses your wet cunt, skillfully gliding his fingers along your sensitive lips, while tenderly applying pressure to your throbbing clit.

"You've certainly trained your sweet little pussy to accommodate me so perfectly, despite any difficulties you may have had in the past," he whispers, gently caressing your luscious lips. Can't believe you're already dripping with desire from just a few tantalizing kisses, you're such an insatiable little vixen, aren't you? He smirks as his fingertips glide along the softness of your mouth, ascending until they reach the hem of your hip . With a deliberate motion, he gently parts your legs, unveiling every intimate detail, a sight reserved solely for his eyes.

"Don't just stare at me like that," you purr, your voice dripping with desire, as you tilt your head seductively to the side, deliberately avoiding Gojo's intense gaze. You couldn't resist the intoxicating allure of how he made you feel in this very moment, even if it was a sinful pleasure that consumed your every desire.Come closer, you yearn to gaze into those captivating eyes of his. Gojo whispers seductively as he trails a trail of soft kisses along your neck, sending shivers down your spine. The gentle touch of his lips against yours brings a fleeting sense of tranquility, but as he descends back down to your neck, his desire intensifies. With a primal hunger, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh of your nape, marking you with a beautifully shaped bite that leaves a deliciously sweet ache. "Did you just bite -" your words were silenced as he forcefully plunged his fingers inside you, his touch so intense it felt like he was take over you.

His skilled fingers delved deeper into the depths of your throbbing cunt, your velvety walls eagerly embracing his every movement, causing a moan to escape your lips, muffled by the intensity of the moment. The tantalizing sound of your wetness mingling with his touch only heightened the intoxicating atmosphere. "Cat caught your tongue, slut?" he snaps, sucking bruising down your neck and shoulder as he pumps his thick fingers in your pussy, pleased as he sounds the squelching begin to drip down his fingers.

As the heat spreads across your flushed cheeks, you sink your teeth into your delicate hand, stifling the sweet sounds of pleasure that threaten to escape your lips. You were consumed with a delicious sense of desire, your body yearning for more as this tantalizing encounter unfolded. Helpless to resist, you found yourself unable to deny the intoxicating pleasure he was giving you.

"Yeah, oh baby, don't you dare hide that sinful voice of yours ," he purrs, his voice dripping with desire, as he firmly secures your delicate wrist above your head. “Come on you enjoy talk my head off just a few minutes ago what stoping now”

"Fuck no ah they'll hear me" You're desperately trying to retain your dignity, but it all goes away the instant your body lifts into the air.

"You're nothing but a dirty whore," he laughs, his eyes black and his lips twisting, because this was not your Gojo, no, this was the Gojo who handed you a single handle and ruined your life with only a few words and a sweet grin that went cold in an instant.

"You're nothing but a naughty whore," he chuckles, his eyes smoldering and his lips curling, because this was not your Gojo, no, this was the Gojo who handed you a seductive proposition and ignited your desires with only a few words and a tantalizing smirk that turned wicked in an instant.

"I wish you would drop

"Is that everything you've got? I thought you didn't like me," he wondered, your intense words making him feel a rush of warmth coursing through him, sending energy through his body and dick.

"You're so annoying" You groan as he aligns his pulsing cock with your dripping wet folds and pumps his huge cock to your words, still able to hold you up.

"If that's how you really felt then why are you so wet right ?" He's almost panting.

"Fuck you," you exclaim in a venomous tone, but Gojo didn't care about your tone, your feelings, or your attitude; all he cared about right now was fucking you senseless. So he threw you down on his cock, forcing you to take his full dick inside till your eyes welled up with tears.

You gasped as he stretched you out on his cock, and he snarled as your slick walls gobbled him up greedily. "Fuck your such a needy whore and I like." He pushed deeply into your cunt until he was entirely submerged, then delicately pulled his cock out, leaving only the tip within.

“Ohh! S’ so deep, fuck feels so goood..”

“Such a slut, you know that? Fuck yourself on my cock.” He demanded before pulling almost all the way out and stopping. You whimpered and pushed him back inside your cunt with your hips. It felt fantastic. You moaned in delight and repeated it, and it continued getting better and better. You started fucking yourself on his cock swiftly, his groans and moans encouraging you. He let you exhaust yourself for a few moments before grabbing your hips and slamming into you, the force of his pelvis against your ass generating filthy sounds.

“Gonna fuck you so good.”

He repeated himself. His forward thrust would be met with a hip-yank that would impale you on his thick cock.

He persisted till you felt your cunt fluttering and twitching around him. His pelvis rutted into your ass cheeks, and your screams were almost as loud. He let out a deep sigh and smacked your behind, leaving a beautiful hand print behind. "Are you going to cum for me?" Are you going to smother my cock with your cum? Do you want to use me? "I'm sure you want my cum on the inside, dirty fucking whore." He hauled you up against him, grabbed another mouthful of your hair, and said something sarcastic into your ear.

“Yes fuck, fuck I’m cuming I’m cuming”

You mumbled like a chant as your eyes rolled back in your head and he continued to pound your screaming cunt, gasping into your ear and nipping at your neck. As the saying goes, "That settles it. Do it cum for me. "Cum on my cock, whore."

With only a few more hard thrusts, you were able to gain the upper hand and almost slow him down with your cunt. Even though you spilled part of the milk on the sheets, it made a beautiful ring at the base of his cock.

"Fuckkk... I'm going to stuff this slutty cunt of yours with my cum." I'm going to put a fucking baby in there. Do you want it? Huh? "Would you like me to fuck a baby into you?"

You nodded brainlessly and madly when he asked. He gasped and grabbed your hips with a power he'd never used before. He fucked you a few more times on his cock before his hips stuttered and you felt a warm material fill you. You felt absolutely full, as if you were entirely packed with no place to spare.

He didn't pull out; instead, he stayed motionless and made sure that when he did draw out, he wasted as little of his cum as possible. You lay there, desperately trying to regain your breath as he pushed his cum deeper inside of you with small, delicate thrusts.

"I love you, Gojo," you murmur in hushed tones, but he does nothing but nod and kiss you on the forehead.

With he that he got out of bed without looking at you or even asking if you were okay; all he did was grab his phone and stroll over to the bathroom, closing the door so he could hear the shower running. And as he opened the curtains and let himself in, you started crying because you knew this was going to be your life for the rest of your life, and it was all your fault.

#x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #anime smut #kinktober #day 6 #jjk smut #jjk x you #gojo x you #gojo smut #gojo saturo #jjk gojo #jujutsu satoru #jujutsu kaisen #toxic gossip train #toxic behavior #controlling

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illfoandillfie · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 22: Collar

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: (70s) Roger Taylor x Reader

Words: 850

Warnings: choker as a collar, sub!rog, dom!reader, light possessiveness

A/N: idk man, 70s rog in a choker just does something to me.

Roger had managed to get half-dressed before he realised his choker was missing. He’d pulled on his jeans but as he was reaching for his shirt his eyes had slipped to his bedside table and he’d noticed the empty space where the choker normally lay. Brows furrowed he’d picked up his alarm clock and a mostly empty glass of water, hoping the choker had become hidden by one or the other. But there was no sign of it. “Gotta be here,” he mumbled to himself, trying to remember if he’d put it elsewhere the night before. He had got home a little late and with a few more drinks in him than he’d intended but he’d not been completely plastered and he was sure he could remember taking it off and putting it in the usual spot. Dropping to his knees, Roger ran his hand under his bed in case it had fallen to the floor during the night, but he rose again empty handed. With growing frustration and panic he searched the rest of his room – pulling back his sheets, moving piles of clutter around his desk, even going through his pile of dirty laundry. “Ugh, whatever,” Roger grumbled when he still hadn’t found it. He rubbed absentmindedly at his bare throat, opening his bedroom door with a little more force than was necessary, and headed out to make breakfast, trying to convince himself the choker would turn up. But two steps out the door he decided food could wait and headed to the lounge room to check between the couch cushions.

When Brian awoke and blearily stumbled his way out of bed, it was to the sounds of Roger cursing from the kitchen. “Whasamatter,” He asked, reaching for the kettle. “Have you seen my choker? I can’t find it anywhere.” Brian leaned against the kitchen bench and blinked as at the question slowly began to make sense, “Choker? No. Whats it look like?” “Like a fucking choker, Bri. Jesus how are you pulling the best grades of any of us. It’s black velvet, chain at the back, I wear it all the time.” “Haven’t seen it. Did you try retracing your steps?” “Thanks, hadn’t thought of that,” Roger grunted sarcastically. Brian rolled his eyes, “Well how should I bloody know where you left it. You’ve got about twenty of them anyway, just wear a different one.” “No, I can’t. Y/N’s going to be here soon and she bought it for me and I promised her I’d wear it.” “She’ll understand, she’s a good sort.” “You don’t get it,” Roger huffed as he stormed back to his room, his hand rubbing against his throat again. Brian didn’t understand, he couldn’t. It was more than just a choker. The rational part of his brain knew it wouldn’t really matter if he couldn’t find it before you arrived, or if he went out with you and didn’t wear it. But you’d specially picked it out for him and he hated not knowing where it was. He hated the idea of not wearing it when you were with him. When you’d first suggested the idea of collaring him, he’d thought you were just being a bit jealous of other girls flirting with him. He’d agreed to humour you more than anything. But now not having it made him feel naked and like he was letting you down. With growing desperation Roger dropped to his knees to search the floor again.

You knocked on the door, a little earlier than you said you’d be, and said good morning to Brian as he let you inside. “Your boyfriend’s been tearing this place apart looking for a choker,” Brian said exasperatedly, “I think he’s back in his room.” You laughed and headed down the now familiar hallway, reaching the doorway of Roger’s room just in time to see him sitting back on his knees with a triumphant look, the choker dangling from his closed fist. “Find it?” Roger jumped, startled, “Y/N!” He scrambled to his feet, “Bri wasn’t supposed to tell you I lost it. Not that I did lose it, it just fell off the bedside table and got caught in between some of my records and I-” “It’s okay Rog, I’m teasing,” you laughed, “Besides, it’s a choker, I could always buy you another one.” “I know,” He pouted, “I just like wearing your collar. I like knowing I’m yours.” “Do you want me to help put it back on?” “Yes please,” He sounded a little breathless as he handed it to you and turned around. You gently brushed his hair to the side so you could fasten it, “Good boy.” Roger shivered as you pressed a soft hiss to the back of his neck and straightened his hair, and when he turned around he was smiling, “I like when you call me that.” “You’re cute.” You giggled, working a finger under the choker to test its fit. Rogers breath caught and you raised your eyebrows at him. “I like when you do that too,” You pulled him in closer for a kiss.

#my writing #my blurbs #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine

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thereyoflights · 5 months

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Pearl Rosary, a late Gallavich drabble for the @galladrabbles prompt by @darlingian - Boobs. Also submitted as late fills for @gallavichthings Gallavich Kinktober 2023 Bingo event for the prompts “praise”, “dirty talk”, and “domestic”.

Rated E, 100 words, 1/1 complete.

CW: praise kink, dirty talk, breast fucking, oral sex

Read below the cut or on AO3 here.

“God, Ian, I fucking love your tits.”

Mickey loves seeing Ian sprawled beneath him. He loves watching Ian’s blush deepen as time progresses, lighting his freckles like stars. Mostly, he loves the sight of his cock thrusting into the valley of Ian’s breasts, pressed together by his husband’s muscled arms.

“You like this, huh? You like when I fuck your tits?”

Ian nods, groaning, and squeezes his pecs harder.

“Fuck, baby, just like that. M’close.”

Ian tongues at Mickey’s cock knowingly. Mickey swears, hips stuttering. He paints Ian’s chest and mouth with his spend, gleaming in the light like pearls.

#gallavich #ian gallagher #micky milkovich #ian x mickey #mickey x ian #shameless us #shameless #gallavich smut #gallavich fic #gallavich fanfiction #gallavich fanfic #drabble #bri’s writing #gallavich kinktober 2023

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redsaurrce · 2 years

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KINKTOBER 2022

Author's Note : Thrilled to announce that this will be my first ever kinktober series *YuHoO* and all of them will contain elements from my Google survey (tysm angels who filled it out).

P.S: this isn't in order of release, fics will be released in random order. Send in ask/dm me or reply under this post to get tagged. ♡

Taglist ꒱ @babyboo22 @theblueslytherin @yansob @apriljoon @xxxbangtanbabexxx @favfanfictsbts @seokjins-luigi @iffyleafy @effielumiere @getoutofthere @luvv2jade @bri-mal @xicanacorpse @emperatris-rinaka @strawberryjimin13 @eddiegirl-86 @jungkookminthairwhen @tornparts @telepathytae @taeisbae13 @inlovewithallmusic @darkuni63

OUT NOW

𓈈 Muñeca- Once upon a night, a neighbor decides to play with his doll.

◌ Yandere Neighbour Magician!Jimin X fem!reader

𓈈 Can't Leave Ya! - In that one room of your house, you walk backwards in your memories. And your roommate being a rude asshole doesn't help either.

◌ Yandere Roommate!Yoongi X fem!reader

𓈈 Stitch Me Pink - You were obsessed with pink and he was obsessed with you!

◌ Yandere Fashion Designer!Taehyung X Model fem!reader

OUT NOW

𓈈 Your Maid? OUR Maid. - You were the reason they couldn't divorce. But you were also the very reason they wanted a divorce.

◌ Yandere Master!Jungkook X Maid fem!reader X Yandere Mistress!Jungkook's wife (poly)

OUT NOW

𓈈 Red Secret - What happens when you try to discover the only secret your flawless "fake" boyfriend was hiding from you?

◌ Yandere Werewolf!Namjoon X Sceintist fem!reader

OUT NOW

𓈈 Dune Of Danger - Who would get killed between the fight of the good and the evil? No- Who would get killed between the fight of the evil and the more evil?

◌ Yandere Sand artist wizard!Hoseok X Evil fem!reader

𓈈 Wrong Obsession - Just why were you so obsessed with his best friend instead of him?

◌ Yandere Jin X Yandere fem!reader

#♡ see ya!

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artificialbreezy · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 5 Update

hey guys!! my tumblr is giving all sorts of issues right now. i’m gonna try and uninstall and reinstall the app and see if that helps any!! so hopefully Day 5 will be posted tonight!!! if not, expect it early tomorrow!!!

i’m so very sorry!!

xoxo

Bri

#bris rambles #kinktober #sweetboitom

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lemonpeter · 3 years

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Day 26 - Sugar Baby/Sugar Daddy (Peter/Tony)

ANYWAYS it’s been a long day so here’s some sweet and mildly spicy starker for everyone to enjoy 🧡 I hope no one was scared off by everything from earlier lol

Warnings: sugar baby/daddy relationship, exchange of gifts for implied sexual favors (consensual), college aged Peter

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The rumors had been thrown around for years. As soon as tabloids got ahold of pictures of Peter and Tony together, they went crazy.

It didn’t matter that at the time Peter was underaged, of course rumors spread anyways.

Tony and Peter didn’t see each other like that. They had strictly a mentor/mentee relationship. Almost family, even!

Until one day Peter slipped.

He didn’t call Mr. Stark dad, no. But he did call him daddy.

Things definitely changed after that.

Then is was discussed how Peter had always been poor. The Parkers were never particularly wealthy people.

But the financial situation got even worse once he moved out to his own place in college. He couldn’t keep a steady job because of his Spider-Man gig (which he definitely wasn’t giving up) and freelancing didn’t really pay very well often.

So Tony had an idea.

He proposed that, since there was clearly an attraction between them, and it was perfectly legal and okay since Peter was over eighteen, he could help with the financial situation.

Of course, Peter knew there had to be some sort of exchange. Tony said no, but Peter wouldn’t just take the money and gifts for free.

So that’s how Peter got his sugar daddy. And how he reaffirmed in his mind that he really liked older men.

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“Tony-“ Peter started, sighing into the phone as he looked at the various packages on his bed.

“What? You don’t like them?” Tony asked innocently. “I was online shopping this weekend, you can’t blame me.”

Peter started opening things, smiling weakly to himself as he looked over the gifts. “I like them, but you can’t just do this. I told you, the allowance this month was all I needed. It covered everything just fine.”

The older man chuckled. “Maybe, but daddy wanted to treat his baby, yes?”

The younger man paused, shivering at the name that Tony called himself. No matter how many times he heard it, it always drove him crazy.

At the pause, Tony smirked to himself. “You know I love treating you, honey. I just can’t help myself sometimes. I see things you’d like and next thing I know the shipping plans are being sent to Jarvis.”

Looking over the gifts that he had opened and noticing that he had barely gotten through half, Peter whimpered. “But sir...” he chewed his lip, sitting on his bed next to all of the packages.

“Wrong answer,” Tony purred.

Peter shivered again, biting his lip gently. “Daddy,” he said quietly. “Thank you.” He laid down, relaxing against the bed.

“Good boy. You know you can’t stop me from giving you gifts. It’s what I like to do. I’m not just here to help you with money, I’m also here to make you happy with other gifts.”

“I know, daddy. And you do make me happy. Sometimes I just worry that you’re spending too much on me,” Peter whined gently.

Tony hummed through the phone. He knew that Peter was always a bit nervous about how much he spent. But he always assured him that it wasn’t going to make him bankrupt or anything. He just liked treating his baby. “Nothing I spend on you could ever be too much. You deserve the world.”

Peter blushed, cheeks burning. “That’s-“ he sighed. The compliments always made him feel warm and mushy, but he could never seem to accept them fully. “Thank you, daddy. I’ll pay you back,” he said sweetly.

Tony chuckled, fingers of his free hand raking through his hair gently, catching on his greying locks. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the change in color, a sign he was getting older. But Peter assured him time and time again that he was just a ‘sexy silver fox’. “You know I could never say no to that.”

Peter knew that nothing was expected of him. Any ‘payment’ that he gave for the gifts or the money was completely consensual and freely given. “I’ll take some good pictures and send them to you. And then maybe we could video call?” He suggested, biting back a grin. “Just an idea.”

“That sounds incredible, honey. You want to stay on the phone while you do that or do you want me to suffer and wait?” The older man joked.

“Hmmmm, I guess we could stay on the phone,” Peter teased. Like he ever wanted to hang up. He could listen to Tony’s voice forever and be happy.

“Sounds perfect, baby. I’ll be right here.”

Yeah, their relationship had changed a lot over the years. But neither of them would complain about it.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #peter parker x tony stark #my writing #sugar baby peter #sugar daddy tony #bri does kinktober #kinktober with bri #kinktober 2020 #sugar baby/daddy relationship #I hope everyone enjoys 💕#I feel weird about this one but it could just be because of the day I’ve had lol

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taeminuet · 6 years

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Day 31: Free For All Jongyu (Part Two)

Jinki grins. “You can sit in my lap for now, Jonghyunnie,” he says, tugging gently. Jonghyun lets out a breathy, excited noise and tumbles easily onto Jinki’s lap instead, letting Jinki wind his arms around him. “Better, baby?”

Jinki looks forward to Halloween. He likes it just for the aesthetics, honestly, that weird amalgamation of creepy and festive. But there’s more than that to it. As commercialized as it’s become, there’s still something at the root; something magical and familiar. Stereotypical or not, Halloween is a gathering day for witches, and even now that they’ve moved away and have a coven of their own, Halloween is one of the few times a year that Jinki and Key go home to see their families.

In a way, they have a different family now. Jonghyun and Minho and Taemin and Jongin, they’re the family that Key and Jinki had sought out from day one, and Jinki couldn’t be happier. But that doesn’t stop him from missing his parents sometimes, and having an excuse to go home, even for a bit, is nice.

They others are coming with them this year too -- they don’t always, but last Halloween things had been hectic and Jongin hadn’t come. Jongin has met their families in between, but he’s never been there for Halloween, and that feels important somehow.

Which is why they’ve all made sure to set aside time for the trip -- Jinki has closed his office, and Jongin and Taemin have closed the plant shop. Key drops off all of their packages that are supposed to go out a day early with a Happy Halloween and a jack-o-lantern drawn on in red ink.

Minho’s fortune-telling stint is hit or miss anyways, and he’s known for sporadic hours; disappearing on Halloween actually gives him an air of mystery that most of his customers appreciate. And Jonghyun finishes up his lyrics and sends them out on the 29th, letting Jinki coax him into sleeping through most of the 30th so that he’s well-rested.

It’s nice, the way they’re willing to fit their lives around something like this because they know how much it means, even if Taemin is barely awake on Halloween morning when they make it to the bus station, leaning heavily into Jonghyun as he fumbles his way through the morning.

Jonghyun smiles easily, petting Taemin’s hair, and Jinki can’t help the fondness on his face as he watches them, waiting until they hear the call for their bus before they head over.

It’s not fancy -- there’s seats lining the sides of the bus and the back wall, all facing center, and a compartment for luggage up above. They all have overnight bags, considering they won’t be too long, and Jongin and Taemin have even less, both of them clearly planning to sleep in animal forms to conserve some space.

Jinki makes sure Taemin has his phone and his wallet just in case and makes sure Jongin has his collar in case he and Minho go for a morning run, and then they all pile onto the bus, a strange sight as several twenty-somethings move into the bus and freeze, looking around.

There weren’t assigned seats on the bus, and so people are sitting here and there. There aren’t a lot and most of them are already settling, cramming earbuds in ears or pulling out computers or books or tablets.

But people have spread out as much as possible, seemingly afraid of personal space, and it’s left weird gaps of 3 or 4 seats here and there. Jinki doesn’t see 6 at all, and he frowns a little to himself. He doesn’t want to split them up. It would be understandable, but if he has another choice…

Jongin plops down in a seat and pats his lap, grinning at them in a way that is probably supposed to seem teasing, but mostly just comes off as eager. It’s cute, honestly, and Taemin doesn’t seem to think twice before he plops down in Jongin’s lap, making Jongin grunt at the sudden weight. Minho laughs and takes the seat on one side of them, leaving Jinki to take the other side. There’s two more seats, and Key takes one of them, but Jonghyun doesn’t budge, pouting a little.

“Jonghyunnie?” Jinki asks, reaching out for Jonghyun who lets himself be grabbed, still pouting openly. Jinki lets his magic seep out, just enough to feel that Jonghyun isn’t even really upset, just feeling soft and needy.

That becomes all too evident when Jonghyun whines, “I wanted to sit in Jonginnie’s lap.”

Taemin muffles a laugh behind his hand. “You’re cute, Jonghyunnie,” he says, clearly enamored. “Do you want to trade?”

Jonghyun shakes his head. “Nuh-uh,” he mumbles. “Don’t want to take it from you…”

“You can sit in my lap on the way home tomorrow, okay?” Jongin says, smiling gently, and Jonghyun lights up a little.

“Uh-huh,” Jonghyun says, cheeks visibly flushed as he shifts into a more comfortable position.

“Good.” Jinki winds his arms around his waist gently. “My good boy.”

Jonghyun whines softly but he curls into Jinki easily enough, and Jinki settles back for the ride. Jongin and Taemin are in deep discussion about something with plants, and Minho keeps joining in in seemingly random spots, offering advice that Taemin and Jongin incorporate without questioning. On Jinki’s other side, Key has pulled out a pair of headphones and their phone, disappearing into their music for the time being, and Jinki hums and settles in, just letting himself feel the familiar energies and emotions of his coven.

He’s almost dozing but not quite when Jonghyun shifts again. It wakes him up pretty neatly, and he squeezes Jonghyun’s waist in question only for Jonghyun to squirm again, shifting his body weight in something that might just be an attempt to get comfortable. But Jinki knows Jonghyun better than that, and he catches him by the hips, murmuring, “Jonghyunnie?”

And Jonghyun makes a noise that is too high and too distracted to be anything but guilty. “I…” he starts and then licks his lips. “Sorry, daddy.”

His voice is low, but not low enough to be missed by Taemin, right next to them, who glances over, raising an eyebrow.

Jonghyun flushes. “I… I can go sit somewhere else?”

And it’s barely even a real offer because they both know that neither of them are going to let that happen, but it doesn’t stop Jinki from instinctively tightening his hold on Jonghyun, tugging him in and holding him still all at once. “Did I say you should?”

“No,” Jonghyun breathes, whisper-quiet, and his cheeks are pink and his eyes are wide and Jinki adjusts his grip so he’s holding Jonghyun’s waist in one arm. Jonghyun is so tiny, so precious, and Jinki only has to have one hand to hold on, the other slipping down to rest on Jonghyun’s upper thigh in a way that would be more casual if not for the thumb he’s rubbing along the inner seam of Jonghyun’s pants. Jonghyun’s breath hitches. “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?” Jinki says back, voice very close to Jonghyun’s ear.

“Daddy, you’re teasing,” Jonghyun breathes, squirming again, and Taemin glances over again, smirk firmly on his lips.

Jinki smiles. “Am I?” he asks. “You started it, baby boy. Squirming around on daddy’s lap. Do you want to tell me why you were doing that, hm?”

The noise Jonghyun lets out is precious, and Jinki barely keeps from laughing openly as Jonghyun goes pink.

“Did you want daddy’s cock, hmm?” Jinki asks. “Did you want daddy to let you ride him right here for everyone to see?”

“Yes,” Jonghyun gasps, and even Minho and Jongin are looking now, curious and slightly amused, and Jinki is mostly just lucky that nobody else is.

“So needy,” Jinki teases, shifting his hand slightly so he’s squeezing the inside of Jonghyun’s thigh, just below his cock, his fingertips pressing into Jonghyun’s leg. He doesn’t do much more then push gently, scooting Jonghyun’s leg a half an inch outwards, but the threat is there, the concept of pushing Jonghyun’s legs open wide, and Jonghyun makes a startled sound, just shy of too loud. Jinki presses a soft kiss just behind Jonghyun’s ear. “Quiet, baby boy. You’re so noisy when you’re needy like this.”

“Daddy,” Jonghyun whines, and Jinki squeezes Jonghyun’s thigh admonishingly. Jonghyun shivers. “Daddy, please.”

“Please what?” Jinki asks. “Please fuck you? Baby, you couldn’t be quiet. Everyone would look. They already are, baby boy. Taeminnie and Minho and Jonginnie, they’ve all noticed you.”

Jonghyun sucks in a quick breath and chances a glance and then bites his lips together around a high, tight noise.

Jinki grins. “Bet Tae would let you, hm?” he whispers, mouth held close to Jonghyun’s ear so the words are for him alone. “You know how he is. Bet he’d let you get on your knees on the floor of this bus and suck him off right here. Get Jonginnie to fuck you open…��

Jonghyun is shaking in Jinki’s hold now, and Jinki eases up on his leg and strokes his thigh a few times soothingly. Jonghyun exhales after a moment, and his voice is a little wet when he whines, “Daddy, please…”

Jinki hums. “Please, what?” he asks, and shifts, pressing his half-hard cock into Jonghyun’s ass. Jonghyun whimpers, and Jinki squeezes his thigh again. “Is this what you want, baby boy?”

“Yes,” Jonghyun says. “Daddy, please--”

But his voice is cut off by a voice over the intercom of the bus, announcing the time until arrival, and it’s all too soon. Jinki hums.

“Do you want to be good for daddy?” he asks, and at Jonghyun’s frantic nod, Jinki smiles and lets his hand trail up, squeezing Jonghyun’s cock just once before he lets go, too aware of where they are right now. “Then be a good boy. Wait a little longer and daddy will fuck you as soon as we’re there, hm?”

And Jonghyun looks like he wants to protest, but after a moment he nods, settling. He’s still shaking in Jinki’s hold, all pent up energy, but Jinki will take care of that soon.

When the bus finally stops, Key pulls out their headphones, looking at the both of them, and then sighs, standing. They lean down, pressing a kiss to Jonghyun’s forehead. “You two are so obvious,” they sigh. “I’ll get the others. Go take care of Jonghyunnie.”

Jonghyun whines quietly in his throat, but Jinki only smiles, squeezing his waist gently as he nods at Key. “Don’t worry,” he says, voice low and playful, and even though his eyes are on Key, his words are clearly for Jonghyun. “I will.”

#kinktober #shinee kinktober #shinee fic #shinee fanfiction #jongyu #coven au #uhhh its bri if sarah wants 2 add tags she will later i guess skdfhjjdnk

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