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magicxc · 8 months

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What Will It Take

Pairings: Luke James x Black Reader

Word Count: 3235

Warnings: Fellatio, Cunnilingus, Reverse Cowgirl, Spanking, Hint of a Breeding Kink, Pain Kink if You Squint, Real Hard

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“Warriors for the Dub,” I confidently yelled across the hall.

Chuckling as I stride back into the office, coffee in hand, I’m mad excited for tonight's game. Right now it’s a toss up between the Warriors and the Cavaliers and my hating ass coworker is a diehard Lebron fan. I’m talking this man can do no wrong. And I’m all for Lebron don't get me wrong, I can respect the hustle, but that man cries way too much for my taste. Just get in there and play the fucking game without calling for fouls every quarter.

The door slamming against the wall interrupts my thoughts and I look up to see just who has the motherfuckin audacity; my posture relaxing as soon as I eye Damon’s bitch ass stepping through the threshold.

“Ayo for real that boy Curry is done for,” he boomed. “So you might as well just run me my money right now.”

“Just because your rent is due doesn't mean you get to walk around here harassing people; budget better bitch.”

“Ain’t nobody short on money Luke it- matter of fact, lets double up on it.”

“You really wanna go double or nothing?” I questioned.

“That’s what I just said, don’t bitch out on me now.”

“Damon ain’t nobody worried about a few dollars,” I countered. “That’s chump change.”

Damon is what I’d like to call a competitive wagerer. That man will quadruple up on a losing bet even if all he has to give for it is the pants around his ass. Just constantly tripling up on a stake in hopes that the next one guarantees him a pocketful of money. How he still walks around here with two fully functioning knee caps is beyond me.

“Ain’t y’all niggas spose to be working?” comes a voice chiming in from the door.

“Yes sir, I’m just finalizing some of these last minute reports before I hand them over to Luke for the Swiss fiscal account.”

“That’s real cute Damon, but I heard you motherfuckers all the way from the bathroom.”

“Well what you riding a nigga for then?” Damon groaned.

“My bad boss,” I conceded. “But by the end of the day all the statements will have been completed.”

“If y’all two sons of bitches gone be gambling in my establishment, at least have the decency to do it quietly,” he barked. “And while we’re at it, Luke, I need you to stay behind tonight to get a head start on the Cayman Island accounts.”

“My man, any other night and I got you, but tonight is the finals and I already have everything all set up.”

“Luke, if I don’t see at least some headway on those reports by tomorrow, don’t even bother coming in.”

“Sheesh, so much for a work environment that feels like family.”

“Damon shut yo ass up and clock out while you at it,” he ordered, stomping out the room; Damon angrily puffing behind him.

“Fuuuck,” I muttered.

Five days worth of planning down the damn drain. I’m talking surround sound installed and ready to go. Acoustic panel strips glued to the door of my mancave for the perfect noise cancellation, effectively soundproofing it. And wings from my favorite spot preordered and ready to deliver for the exact time I pulled into the driveway. Deadass, the only thing I had left to do was take a quick shower once I got inside. And with how long it takes me to get home once I got off, I would’ve been out the tub just in time for player introductions.

Now my boss wants me to sort through this pile of shit tonight? It’s gonna take me at least an hour to make even an ounce of progress trying to unscramble these makeshift ass policy reports. Truth be told, he’s only doing this cause he thought his underdog ass team was gonna come through and make their way to the finals. Well jokes on him cause the Celtics haven’t been relevant since Rondo was on that bitch. I mean he’s a cool boss when he’s ready, but I need to square up with him at least once outside of work hours. Nothing too hectic, just long enough to let out some frustrations.

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Tonight's game starts at 7:00, meanwhile I just barely wrapped up everything for the Swiss fiscal accounts; my impatience growing as I eye the current time of 6:30. Vigorously rubbing my temples, I let out a sigh of annoyance as it dawns on me that I may very well spend the first half of the game in this office - all my weeks worth of preparation wasted.

Sending a quick text to my wife that I’ll be working overtime, I set up the game on my phone and give myself until the end of the first quarter before I call it a night; opting to stream it for some background noise.

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Halfway into the second quarter, I’m just shy three pages into the Cayman Island files, stopping every so often to watch Draymond run a foul. Honestly I couldn’t tell what’s going on with that paperwork, but I’ll be damned if I sit here and find out. The very least I can do is finish up these last two quarters in the comfort of my home. Boss said I had to make some headway not finish it, I thought to myself as I packed up to leave.

“Boy aint no fucking way,” I screamed to no one in particular, hands slamming against the steering wheel; those orange striped cones tall and unwavering as they barricade the street, mocking me.

Ten minutes into my drive home and my usual route, of all times, is blocked off. Now I gotta take the residential area which is chocked full of stop signs and speed limit ass followers. The third quarter is just beginning and the fleeting thought crosses my mind about finishing the game at the nearest bar; dismissing the idea soon after, my heart intent on salvaging whatever is left of this night.

“Agghhhh”

Five minutes away from my house, the sportscaster announces the end of the third quarter with the Warriors at 88 and The Cavaliers at 73. They cut for a short commercial break and I floor it the rest of the way home, fingernails digging painfully into my palms.

Bursting through the front door, I fling my jacket on the back of the couch. My tie follows shortly after, softly slithering onto the floor. Feet noisily slipping out of each shoe, it’s become a messy clothing trail left behind; a chaotic version of footprints left in the sand, and although my steps can be retraced, it’s far from picturesque.

Mancave be damned I think, making a beeline for the front room which to my surprise is already playing tonight’s game. I plop into the seats, confusion etching onto my features as I get the strangest case of deja vu.

“I swear I’ve seen this before,” I whisper.

Sitting up further, ass dangling off the edge of the seat, this game is starting to look a little more familiar than I’d like. And it isn’t until I peep the infamous two player scuffle that I realise it's an old game, head hanging in irritation as I pinch the bridge of my nose to calm my nerves.

A quiet, but unmistakable giggle sounds from behind me and I turn around to eye none other than the culprit herself, bursting into hysterics like shit is funny.

I go and make my way to the basement to try the game down there, but I just about tore that place up looking for the remote. Stomping up the stairs, I try our bedroom as a last resort to see the actual game playing; only it's muted. Eyeing the remote, relief washes over me and I quickly snatch it off the dresser trying to press the buttons as I aim it at the tv every which way, to no avail.

Muffled laughter in the background has me turning over the remote to see that the batteries are missing. Tongue poking against my cheek, I try to weigh my options of giving into her shenanigans or just watching the game on my phone like I did earlier tonight; not that I think she’ll let me.

We’re currently in the fourth quarter with 10 minutes left on the clock and everyone still has all their timeouts so I can realistically catch another 25 minutes of game time. Again, I doubt I'll get a chance to watch any of that, at home that is.

And I peep exactly what’s happening too, she ain't slick. Knowing how important this game is, she chooses to pull these childish ass stunts to get a rise outta me cause apparently I get “erotically aggressive” when I’m frustrated, or in this case, competitive.

Albeit, I think it’s mostly stemming from boredom. Something about taking matters into her own hands cause she's been feeling overlooked lately. But I’ve promised her more quality time between us as soon as I wrapped up the Swiss fiscal accounts. That project has taken more time away from us than I’d like, but it was crucial that I made the deadline. Shit, the bonus coming my way has already been spent if I’m being honest. I even made plans to take a few days off from work in preparation for a surprise getaway to show her how sorry I really am. Then she goes and pulls this fuckery. This right here is why she can’t have nice things.

“Y/N, please don’t do this, at least not tonight,” I warned.

Stepping into the room, batteries in hand, she twirls them through her fingers taunting me with each swipe, pondering exactly what I’d do for the batteries in question.

“Imma count to 3.”

“ONE!” she so boldly started for me.

Head cocked to the side, I have to forcibly tuck my lips between my teeth to hide the impressed grin that threatens to show. Meanwhile her eyes are narrowed into slits just daring me to make the first move; and I’ll be damned if I don't.

“Three,” I barked.

Stalking towards her, I scoop Y/N up and over my shoulder to which she purposely tosses the batteries throughout the room. I land a handful of smacks to her ass, clenched fists beating on my back in return. Slamming her onto the bed, I crawl between those pretty, brown thighs and wrap my hand around her neck.

“You wanted my attention so badly mamas, now show me why you should keep it.”

A dry, gagging sounds from the back of her throat, but I don’t have time for nonsense tonight. Releasing her neck I send a quick love tap to Y/N’s cheek, instructing her to tell me what’s next.

Pushing me to the side, Y/N quickly switches positions as she straddles me, grinding her clothed pussy into my dick while she catches her breath.

Swallowing a groan, I send a sharp smack to her thighs and demanded a speed up in pace, lowkey hoping to have a quickie so I can get back to the game.

Scrambling, she reaches for her shirt and throws it over her head, my favorite laced bra flying not too far behind. My dick twitches as the sight before me, pathetically rubbing against the friction of my pants while she plays with her nipples until they harden underneath the touch. Moans tumble from those luscious lips as she begins to circle her hips over mine once more, rubbing her core deliberately into the growing tent of my pants.

Raising up ever so slightly, Y/N’s underwear follows suit and she so boldly crawls over to my face, easing on down until her lower lips align with mine. Hands cradled around her plump ass cheeks, I pulled her closer and got to work, munching on the pussy like it was my last meal.

Tongue swirling through her slippery folds, I slide it further toward the glistening center, flattening it as I apply some much needed pressure. Hips thrashing away, I clamp down on her thighs until she has nowhere to run, intent on letting her feel every ridge of my tongue as it slithers toward the throbbing of her hooded clit.

We build a nice rhythm, the buckling of her hips a clear indication. Head thrown back, her hand tightly grips the headboard as the other sinks into my hair, roughly pulling on my coils while she whimpers into the quiet night. Body quivering above mine, I begin sucking on her clit without relent and it doesn’t take long until Y/N stiffens, a mouth full of her sweet essence the end result of a wave well rode.

Shallow panting turns into quiet breathing and usually after an orgasm, she tends to doze off, but I'll be damned if she gets a good night's rest after tonight's mischief. Shuffling on the bed, my clothes land next to hers in the corner of the room, my dick now at full attention.

Sliding my hands up to her waist, I hurl her onto the mattress below. Back to the sheets and legs spread eagle, I instruct her to finish what she started. Deciding to crawl on top of me, I stopped her mid-climb emphasizing, “aht aht aht, turn around and give me sumn good to watch.”

Tongue seductively gliding over her bottom lip, Y/N sends a knowing smirk my way as she readies herself to ride me reverse cowgirl. Hands wrapped around my dick, she gives it a few strokes, pussy teasingly hovering over where I need it most. A thunderous smack to her thighs gets the message going, her shrill shrieking turning me on a little more than I expected. Hips finally lowering onto my shaft, I let out a breathy moan, fingers sinking into her soft skin, all but ready to slam her all the way down.

“Mhnmmm, stop playing and put that pussy on this dick mamas,” I groaned. “C’mon and soak it real good for me.”

Knees connected to the sheets, one hand cradles my thigh for support while the other guides just the tip along her sopping lips. Now moist with her slick, Y/N raises up entirely and continues to jerk me, head diving down south to swallow my nuts whole.

“Aghhh shit, where the fuck you learn th-”

Pressure on my sac and hands swiftly stroking my length has me turning pussy real quick, encouraging her to keep going, my earlier outburst quickly forgotten. It may not be the sensation I was going for, but it for damn feels good as hell. Fingers digging into her flesh, they envelop those thick thighs, opting instead to knead them soothingly, sensually - her warm skin almost as sizzling as my desire, our low grunts bouncing against the still walls.

“You missed me real bad huh? Show me just how much.”

Tongue sliding against my balls, I feel every ridged texture coupled with the strokes she refuses to slow down on, it makes for a mind blowing sensation. Eyes rolling back, I almost miss the way her pussy slowly drips on my belly.

Removing my hand, I slide a thumb inside, sending slow, languid thrusts. After a few minutes, I inch my thumb closer to her clit, rubbing that mother fucker in steady motions of figure eights. Mouth hung open and hand movements sluggish, we stayed like that for a moment; slowly milking each other to the brink of pleasure.

Releasing my member Y/N sits up, my thumb falling to my side. Hands now resting on my thighs as she makes eye contact over her shoulder while slowly sliding down my shaft.

“This feel good baby?” she faux’s innocence. This woman is gonna be the end of me.

“Mhmm, squeeze me how you know I like it.”

That kegal shit she does makes my eyes cross over. The way her warm walls hug my dick in all its spongy goodness, mhnnmm fuck I could stay like this forever.

Grabbing a handful of each ass cheek, I help guide her on a rhythm that makes us both feel good, one where she actually makes use of her ankles instead of scooting on my dick like she’s trying to push in a chair. It's a position where I know she won't last long but also one where she experiences the best orgasms. Apparently from this position my dick rubs along her clit in all the right places and I ain’t mad at a two for one special.

Sitting forward, weight pressed on her forearms, Y/N garners better control and starts to bounce on me in earnest.

“Unhh, just like that keep going,” I grunt.

“Tell me you love me,” she screams.

“I love you.”

Raising my hips to meet hers, I grab a hold of her waist and drive into that pussy full force, the headboard viciously knocking into the wall behind us.

“Say it again Luke!”

“I love you,” I croak.

“Tell me what you want baby,” she coos.

Coming up off her forearms, Y/N slowly sits up and gets into a squatting position, hands nestled on her kneecaps as she readies herself to drain me dry.

Intensely rocking her hips, the steady sound of skin slapping against skin fades into the background as my heartbeat loudly pounds in my ears, toes tightly curled while my hips continue to meet hers thrust for thrust.

“mamas *thrust* I’m so *thrust* sorry,” I growl.

“Aghhh say it again.”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” is the tantrum that spills from my lips, shouting as I hit my peak. Fingers damn near embedded into her skin while I empty my load inside her fertile walls.

Y/N comes shortly after, her juices splashing around us. Falling on top of me, her back to my chest, I wrap my arms around her as we lay there in our post orgasmic bliss, heavy breathing coming to a slow stop.

“Mamas, I am so sorry that you’ve felt the need to resort to this as a result of my neglect,” I apologized.

“Luke, I just wanted you present is all, I feel like we were starting to drift and I got scared.”

“No, no, no if ONLY you knew what I had in store for you; but I’ll do my best to at least check in when work seems never ending,” I assured her.

Holding up her pinky, I lock mine with hers to which we share a kiss to our thumbs and then to each other. Promising a better act of communication between us, I wrap her in my arms and assault her face with slobbery kisses, encouraging her to never pull this shit again and to get a full night's rest as she’ll need her energy for the morning.

The game is still playing mute in the background and from what I can see they just wrapped up, GSW blowing a perfectly good 15 point lead.

“Well I’ll be damned. Damon really did win the bet, and double at that.”

A vibration from my phone has me already knowing who’s on the other line but I don’t have time for that man’s antics tonight. I can wait a few more hours before I have to sit up and listen to non stop gloating.

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hwangreenn · 2 years

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I feel Lee Know would love the fantasy of sleeping with a v!rgin/inexperienced reader & here's why.

I also think he would make the perfect first ever bf & 'first time' partner as well.

Soft dom Lee Know for the win.

The man has a HUGE corruption k!nk and there is so much proof he does with the way he openly speaks about wanting to corrupt Jeongin's sense of humour.

Lee Know is also the type to love it when his partner gets all shy & embarassed in front of him, it would immediately get him into his 'protector' mode & he would just adore you. He would find even the small things cute like seeing you blush when you snuggle with him on the couch, just because you aren't used to it.

I also feel he would love to tease you about it all the time.

'Aww, is this new for you too? Wow honey, you really are all cute & innocent for me'.

So you can imagine in the bedroom, his k!nk would elevate intensely when he sees you lying there, all hot & bothered because of him, covering your face or hiding your moans because you're shy about being so exposed to him in such a vulnerable way.

'Don't hide your pretty moans, I want to hear them, love that I'm the reason for the moans, no one else can hear them but me.'

BESTIE YOU’RE SO RIGHT

nobody can’t deny that this man is definitely a dom (hard and soft) and for him the fact of dominate someone who is inexperienced in sex (a virgin or just someone with an scarce experience) just turns him on.

definitely in the soft way for minho it’s in some way purpose himself to take care of you ‘cause he sees you so little, so innocent and literally the simple thing u do will be the cutest just because it’s about you.

he just can’t wait to finally corrupt you, to change something in you, take you to another level with him, when you give him permission to do anything he wants with you, to manipulate you however he please just because you don’t have experience he just can’t stop explode of love, he just loves you so much for that.

when Minho sees you all shy and blushing while he fucks you it makes him laugh in a cute way. you’ve never been these close with someone before him and you just can’t help cover your face or some parts of your body like your breasts, or cover for mouth with your hands to keep your moans in a low level ‘cause you’re so shy and he’s so sure and expert in the situation, when this happens he immediately hold your hands so you can’t move them

“hey, hey” he would talk to you almost in a whisper “sweetheart there’s nothing to worry, relax, you don’t have nothing to hide” then he would kiss your breast and then take his mouth to your nipple where he start to suck it and leave small bites “you’re so good, letting me fuck you, and i’ll make sure to be the first and only to make you feel this good, you love this, don’t you?”, “hey! you don’t have to be quiet, i wanna hear your moans, i want to hear how good i’m making you feel”

BUT NOW, in my opinion and having in count Minho’s personality i also think he likes to humiliate you, to tease you a lote and torture you during sex.

in which way? denial orgasm, spank you anytime you’re doing something to annoy him. he’s such a brat too. he would enjoy call you “slut, whore, cumslut” and the best part is something that u enjoy too, ‘cause it turns you on how mean and rude he can be, obviously with your permission and approval, otherwise he would never do something that you don’t like or you were in disagreement, for Minho the most important is that u two enjoy the whole thing, ‘cause a responsable and respectful man is even hotter that someone who’s good in bed 🥱

if you like this you can send me more hard or even soft thoughts of any other skz member, my ask box is always open!

btw sorry if my grammar can be very repetitive in some words or even if my orthography is wrong, english is not my first language, i still learning and i hope u can understand me🫶🏻

#stray kids #skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know #lee minho smut #lee know smut #lee know skz #stray kids lee know #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard thoughts #lee know hard thoughts #lee know x reader #lee know x you

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pinetoyles · 21 days

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Let's have fun with your anons, tell us your headcanons for the daddy's boy!au. Maybe that's what they want. (That's for sure what I want).

On a scale of 1 to 10, how kinky is Levi for daddy? How does dom!daddy Erwin treat him? How did they meet? Give us the deets! (I'm totally obsessed with that au, I'm not gonna forget to ask you for more.)

That's good questions, I wish I knew answers for them 😂 Actually I never thought about this universe details, I created this punkish Levi just bcs of my obsession with idea of skinny punk styled boys and their muscular bfs🫦 And I have nobody to discuss it with, so didn't have a reason to develop this au...

But okay, let me think

(english is not my first language so sorry for rough writing style, I swear in native language I'd described everything better ㅠㅠ)

First of all, Levi is really, really cocky and harsh man despite the fact (or better to say because of) that he's canonically short and skinny. Since childhood he wasn't treated well by other children and teachers bcs of this, he was considered as 'weak' and 'looking like a girl' by them, so he grew up bratty and a bit cold tempered to protect himself from cruel world, so when he finally met a man who liked him just for who he was, he developed that tsundere attitude towards him, not believing him for a long time, but now he accepted Erwin's love and even somehow could confess his own feelings, he became softer and kinder (only to Erwin, huh), but in the bed he often becomes as bratty is he was when Erwin met him and Erwin LOVES IT

I dunno yet how and when they met, I want to think about it more thoroughly, but Erwin definitely a bit older, a lot higher (everything canonically, okay), he's mascular, workouts at least thrice a week (so it would be easy to fxck his fav boy while holding him in his hands❤️), has a great well-paid job, owns a big apartment and expensive car (huh I'm sweating, where do I find this kind of man, too... lucky Levi)

He's very delicate, respectful gentleman, totally unproblematic green flag and before meeting Levi he wasn't kinky at all. Maybe he's bisexual and previously dated only women but now he chose to be happy and date a man 🫦 Coming back to kinks... With Levi he developed A LOT of them. Levi likes praising, so Erwin praises him a lot during s3x (but not only) like "good boy", "you're doing so well", "you're so beautiful with my cùm all over your face, babe", "I love to see your beautiful eyes, when you sucking me off, please look at me, love", "your moans are like honey to my ears, please, be louder, babe" etc

He loves seeing Levi vulnerable and protect him at all costs, making him comfortable, sometimes he thinks that he loves after care even more than s3x itself: wiping their s3men from Levi's skin, kissing his sensitive spots, licking new hickeys, preparing a bath, carry Levi to bathroom etc

Btw Levi likes to bite Erwin when he's at his highest and Erwin absolutely loves it, he's not very sensitive to pain, he lets Levi do whatever he wants, and sometimes Levi, when he's angry for whatever reason, may be reeeeally aggressive in bed

And they're switching! Not really into idea that someone always tops and the other always bottoms, but before Levi, Erwin couldn't imagine being fxcked in the ass 🍑 He moans so nice, too 🫦

What about other kinks... they try a lot of things, I guess, they both like to try new, but it's usually Levi, who suggests things to try and to buy (including shib@ri, pet play, vibrat0rs etc etc even *cough-cough* don't kick me on this one — sounding practice)

Although Levi is sensitive he's into some pain and firstly Erwin didn't agree to do something painful to him like spanking, but they discussed it a lot (Erwin CAN talk through his mouth, Levi not really used to) and now Erwin's ok with these practices, but he always controls a situation. Levi's always safe with him ❤️

Somehow all the lore I reduced to smut, how's this happend.... anyways, thank you for letting me spill some tea, feel free to ask more questions I'd like to speak more about them 😭 Maybe I'll even write a fic about this universe (sadly not in english, otherwise it'll be really bad 🥴)

#eruri #eruri smut #aot eruri #snk eruri #eruri headcanons

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slasherhaven · 2 years

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can i request bo with a masochistic reader who, instead of crying or screaming when they get kidnapped and tortured, they moan and beg for more? like they just get completely drunk off the pain. they look at him with tears in their eyes and they ask very nicely for him to hurt them again, bc it just makes them feel so good… what would he do with that? doesnt have to be a fully fledged fic, in fact headcanons are easier for me to read, but do whatever u want! and im sorry if this has been done before.

Warnings: Mentions of torture (nothing too descriptive), sexual themes, Sadistic Bo and Masochistic Reader (with pretty extreme masochistic desires).

Bo Sinclair with a Masochistic Future S/O (NSFW themes):

You had been alone when you arrived in Ambrose. You were an easy target and Bo had decided that he would be taking you.

Maybe Vincent could have you later to display in the museum but Bo got to you first.

You were alone so Bo didn't need to worry about knocking you out to subdue you, nobody would hear you fighting anyway.

So, he had dragged you down to the basement, you had struggled and kicked and fought but he was stronger than you.

Then he grabbed you by your hair, pulling you through the basement door. The action had made you gasp but you didn't have much time to dwell on it before you were thrown to the floor.

Knees and hands hit the hard ground, grazes forming on your knees and palms.

You heard the door shutting and locking behind you. Before you could even move, Bo was grabbing you again and pulling you to your feet.

You were pushed down into the chair in the centre of the room, wrists and ankles restrained.

The restraints were far too tight, the edges digging into your skin, burning when you tugged on them. It sent a thrill through you.

That's when it really began.

It was clear that Bo knew what he was doing, that he had done it before.

You were sure that he cared more about the state that he left you in than what he was actually doing, he wanted you to scream, to plead with him, to be left broken.

He would only achieve part of this goal.

Every bruise that blossomed against your skin, every wound he left behind, it set you on fire.

But Bo knew something wasn't right.

You would scream and plead but...you hadn't asked him to stop.

You pulled on the restraints, your nails dug into the arms of the chair, you whined and cried...but something was...off.

He wouldn't realise what it was until the next day when he visited you again.

He had left you bruised and beaten, blood caked on your skin. Leaving you to sit in it was part of the torture, to build the dread you wait for his return.

By the time he returned, you were tired and already aching, but you lifted your head anyway. Even if it was weak.

Bo moved to stand in front of you, fingers curling in your hair before jerking your head back.

He expected a shout or at least a groan of pain, what he hadn't expected was a moan.

"Please..." your voice was quiet and raw from the screams he had pulled from you the previous day.

"Please what?" Bo asked with a smirk, assuming you would go on to plead for your life, to beg him to stop, to let you live.

"Please...please do it again..." oh...that wasn't what he was expecting at all.

You managed to surprise Bo, his grip in your hair tightening and making you whine.

"What was that, darlin'?" he asked lowly, leaning in to better hear your strained voice, because he must have heard you wrong.

"Do it again...please, hurt me, please...I'll do anything" you pleaded shamelessly.

You had always had these...taboo desires, enjoyed being hurt. You had tried to communicate this to past partners but they never...got it.

Some weren't into it at all, so it didn't work out. You respected that.

Others would try but...couldn't give you what you wanted. They would choke you, spank you, restrain you, mark you but...never more than that. Never enough.

How were you meant to express what you wanted to a partner? When they choked you, you wanted them to have you on the brink of consciousness.

When they spanked you, you wanted bruises, you wanted to not be able to sit or walk properly afterwards, you wanted to be left in tears.

When they restrained you, you wanted to be able to see the evidence around your wrists.

When they marked you, you wanted permanent damage, you wanted something to admire for days, maybe even weeks to come, not just some bruises that would fade away all too soon.

You wanted them to be cruel, you wanted them to ruin you. You had only ever told one partner this, they were freaked out by it.

But this man you had only met two days ago, a sadistic man in a morbid town, was giving you everything you had always craved.

And you wanted more.

If these were truly your last days, at least you would enjoy them.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks as he hurt you, the burning pain fusing with deviant pleasure.

"Hurts...hurts so good" you rambled to yourself, completely lost in the feeling. You felt intoxicated, completely consumed by this man and the things he was doing to you.

Bo stopped what he was doing, just staring at you with a hard glare. He had never experienced this before...and he wasn't sure what to do about it.

He had to admit that it did thrill him a bit, seeing that you were enjoying this as much as he was.

He was even crueller on that second day, wanting to see if you had a limit. If you would reach a point where you were just in pain, were it was no longer enjoyable.

But that point never came, you only seemed to enjoy it more.

He swears there was a moment when he nearly killed you, hand squeezing so tightly around your throat, and you had moaned. He was sure that if you could have talked, you would have begged him to do it.

That left your throat raw and beyond sore, making any new noises difficult to make. He could still pull some yelps, groans, moans and whines from you.

Could Bo have met a perfect other half, somebody who would beg him to hurt them, who would beg him to control them, who would beg him so nicely to play out his sick thoughts on them?

You were a rare prize and you had just walked into Ambrose all alone, like you had come here just for him.

He might just have to keep you around...but he thinks you can withstand staying in the basement for a little while longer.

"Look at you" Bo taunted, taking in your shaking form. Shaking from both pain and arousal, "you'd do anything to get me to ruin you, wouldn't ya?"

You nodded without hesitation. You had searched for somebody who could destroy you like this, you wouldn't pass up the opportunity to experience it more, even if he killed you.

"Anything, promise. Please, whatever you want. Just...just don't stop" you pleaded, eyes nearly closed. Your body was exhausted but you would take everything he wanted to give you.

"Oh, I will" he gripped your chin, lifting your hanging head to make you look at him. "But we gotta preserve you a little bit. Rest up, I'll be back soon" he pressed a harsh, lingering kiss to your temple, and you lent into it, making him smirk to himself.

Oh, you would give yourself to him completely. He was sure of it.

You couldn't help but feel a little cold when Bo left the basement, door locking behind him. Your eyes fluttered shut, unconsciousness taking over you. The last thing you thought about was Bo returning, hoping it would be soon.

#bo sinclair x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slashers #slasher #my writing

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asmo-ds · 3 years

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I love your writing so damn much! 💖💕💞 You really bring these bois to life in your own unique way and I’m here asf for it! 💞💗💗 I’d like request head cannons of the brothers reacting to a dummy thicc MC! Sis has no business having a body so hot that it makes succubus both envious and turned on! She normally wears modest clothes like a sweater and jeans but her figure makes the outfit look unnecessarily seductive even when she does simple things like scroll through her D.D.D or when she’s bending over to pick something up

w/ Dummy Thicc! F! MC (18+)

Warnings: thicc overload and horniness

Summary: How the brothers react to an MC who is dummy thicc and makes even the succubi of RAD jealous and is even comparable to Diavolo’s dummy thiccness

- He tries to be respectful, he really does, but whenever MC bends over he can’t help himself from ogling her behind

- He feels ashamed of his habit of staring when he and MC aren’t dating, if someone points out he’s staring they will not live to see tomorrow

- Tries to walk in front of behind to avoid staring at their bottom

- If MC ever wears something that is very form fitting he will have to leave the room and take a breather and beg his dick to calm down

- After he and MC start dating though, he won’t hesitate to touch her constantly

- His favorite thing to do in the bedroom is whip and spank MC’s curvaceous ass and leave his mark on her

- When he is stressed out with his paperwork he will force MC to sit on his lap while he works, he really enjoys the warm feeling of her soft bottom on his thighs

- When sitting next to each other he has a habit of squeezing her thigh playfully or just resting his hand there and rubbing circles on them

- Takes pride in the way succubi enviously eye his lover and how he is the only one who can touch her

- Whenever MC bends over his face goes completely red and he covers his eyes because he doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable

- Mammon is a boob guy, so he LOVES to nuzzle his face into her chest or feel her soft breasts press up against him when they hug

- When the they start dating MC needs to beware, because Mammon has a habit of grabbing at the things he wants

- AKA he’s going to give lots of surprise butt squeezes (even in public where everyone can see because that’s his human and he really wants to drive that point home) or if they’re alone he’ll shove his hands up her shirt and just rest them on her breasts with the occasional squeeze

- During sex he loves two positions

- A. Her round ass up in the air for him to stare and grab at

- OR B. Her riding him in a way he can bury his face in their chest

- Also loves to tease her when his hands are cold by shoving them under her shirt to warm them on her big mommy milkers

- A THIGH MAN RIGHT HERE!!!

- Stares at the ceiling whenever MC bends over so that he isn’t looking anywhere near her AND so the blood doesn’t spill out of his nose

- If he does stare and gets caught he will lock himself in his room for weeks, until MC comes and forces him to come back

- When they start dating he LOVES resting between her legs so his back is against her stomach and the back of his head rests on her breasts

- During sex he likes to wrap his tail around her tits and play with them

- He is also into cosplay so he often puts her into thigh highs and short skirts that just barely cover her bottom

- Too shy to give her but/tit squeezes where anybody could walk in and see, so he opts to just squeeze her thighs when sitting together

- If anybody else (even his brothers) looks at MC like they want her, he will drag MC out of there and mutter about her being his, and this happens quite frequently

- He doesn’t usually feel tempted to look at people’s bodies in such lewd ways but damn MC is hot

- Tries to be a gentleman but can’t help himself from staring when she bends over or when she walks up stairs/runs and all her ~assets~ bounce with every step

- If he pops a boner from seeing MC look so unintentionally lewd he will excuse himself and hide in his room, reading erotica and picturing him and MC in those situations

- Like his dad Lucifer, he loves to leave harsh marks on her round ass and thighs during sex

- He also loves having her sit on his lap while he reads because she is so warm and soft and cuddly and ;))))

- while sleeping he is the type to nuzzle into her chest like they are pillows made just for him

- Is also a part of the 'would shove his cold hands down her shirt to be annoying’ club

- When she first arrives in the Devildom, Asmodeus is constantly staring with zero shame

- He will make comments about how hot she looks doing certain things (unless she asks him to stop then he will do so immediately)

- In the bedroom he likes to kiss at every curves and leave love bites, marking her as his before he indulges in her any further

- When asleep his hands subconsciously go up MC’s shirt to hold her boob and he will probably squeeze and massage it in his sleep

- LOTS OF PLAYFUL ASS SLAPS!!

- MC could just be standing in the kitchen chilling and the next thing you know a loud ass clap is heard and MC is blushing and holding her stinging butt

- Loves having her wear thigh highs as well as he things they just look so amazingly seductive and lewd on her curvy body

- He doesn’t pay much mind to it at first, but when he does notice just how seductive MC is without even trying he just malfunctions and chokes on his food

- Playfully nibbles and bites at her curves when he’s feeling in the ~mood~

- Loves to bite and suck until MC’s curves are covered in his marks and nobody will even think of touching his human

- Enjoys the feeling on her thicc thighs tightening around his head as he enjoys his meal if you’re picking up what I'm putting down ;)

- Won’t grab at them in plain sight like Asmo or Mammon BUT in private he love to hold their ass while cuddling

- Like Asmodeus, he often gropes at their soft breasts in his sleep BUT it’s because he thinks their marshmallows in his dream

- If MC points out he was doing so in his sleep he will grow very flustered and apologetic, but can’t help but smile because damn it was a good ass dream

- The first time he saw MC running up the stairs to come see what was in the attic he stared at her bouncing chest

- He was immediately flustered but as he realized they were a human he grew disgusted with himself

- After the incident he does not hesitate to stare at them openly

- Using all of their thiqqness as a pillow? yes.

- He loves the feeling of their soft ass, breasts and thighs on this head as he falls asleep

- Likes when they ride him because he can watch their breasts bouncing and he can cop a real good feel of their ass and thighs from there

- if he is annoyed with them and they are laying on their stomach he usually will lean down and bite them on the ass

- The third member of “putting my freezing hands on her breasts to warm them up and annoy her” gang

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Post Date Night

Paul X (curvy) Reader

Summary: Paul misses date night but he makes up for it.

Warnings: Smut (outside), Seduction, Teasing, Swearing, Exhibitionism, Spanking, Squirting, Unprotected Penetration, Ripping clothing

Note: None of the pack members (including Paul) are my own creations. I do not advise having unprotected sex.

Words: ~950

Paul has a very serious love-hate relationship with leggings. He loves the way they show every single curve of my legs, the way they cup my ass. He hates the way other people notice. And, more than that, he hates how difficult it is to remove them. Ever since I yelled at him for ripping a pair—despite how much I enjoyed what ripping them led to—he’s careful to take his time. Something to know about Paul: he’s painfully impatient. Especially when he wants something—something like you.

Last night, Paul forgot date night. Instead, he spent the evening playing video games with Jared. We aren’t big spenders—mostly because we can’t afford to be—but I still felt miffed that I missed out on one-on-one time. If I couldn’t have it last night, I guess I’ll have to get it tonight.

I slowly approach Emily’s door as I reposition my shirt—well, technically Paul’s shirt. He never wears them anyways and I love the look in his eye when he sees one on me—as though it’s an outward sign of me being his or vice versa. I tied up the bottom to land at my hips to avoid covering my ass. When Paul sees these leggings, I’ll have him on lock.

“Y/n!” The boys call my name as I walk in the door, greeting me without looking away from the television screen.

“What are you guys watching?” I stand by the edge of the couch near Paul, pretending I don’t notice how quickly his eyes are on me.

“Playing.” Quil corrects me.

“Fortnight.” Embry chirps up, popping a chip in his mouth. To my side, I feel Paul’s fingertips brush against my thigh.

“Sounds fun.” I can feel his eyes raking across my skin through my clothes. “Can I try?” I step away from Paul and his frustration is palpable. Quil offers me his controller and I sit all too near him so he can show me the controls. To anyone else, this is innocent. I’m not much of a gamer—at least not for Fortnite—and Quil is probably the least threatening guy around here second only to Seth. But Paul knew the game I was playing.

“Ah shit, y/n, didn’t your mom want us to stop by tonight?” It only took minutes for Paul to speak up.

“That was canceled, remember?” I speak over my shoulder, tossing him a knowing look. He’s playing with his fingers on one hand, rubbing them together. He sucks on his tongue, making a brief clicking sound. I smile and turn back to the game.

“Fuck! This game sucks”

“Oh come on, y/n, you’re such a sore loser,” I repeat Jared’s word in a mocking tone before passing the controller to someone else. I wasn’t trying, not really. This wasn’t the game I gave a shit about. Stepping back from the game I walk over back towards Paul and sit on the armrest beside him. Without hesitation, Paul grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me tightly. As I press back against him, I can feel his halfie poking against my ass. I lean my head back against his shoulder and look at him, smiling as I bite my lip.

“Last night was date night.” Immediately, he groans and leans his head back.

“Shit.” He lifts his head again and looks at me, apology clear in his eyes. He couldn’t get too soft in front of the guys and I respected that. Instead, I just smile and nod, kissing his cheek. He knows we’re good. That, of course, doesn’t mean I’m done with my game, though. I pull out my phone and begin scrolling through my camera roll. During all the downtime I’d had last night, I’d chosen to take a few risque photos--and by a few, I mean a lot. I know Paul can see my screen just as I know nobody else can. I begin to flick through a series of photos that slowly, garment by garment, position by position, get more explicit. His arms tighten, fingertips pressing into my hips, and I can feel him getting harder beneath me. I drag my fingertips along his arm--a seemingly innocent sign of affection. Paul loves when My nails are just a little extra long--he loves the feeling of them pressed into his skin, scarring his back.

I can feel myself getting aroused--I suppose I’m even better at this than I remember. I put on my best acting chops, looking down at my phone confused before getting up and walking towards the door. I pretend to call someone, pressing the phone to my ear as I step outside. As soon as I’m out of sight I begin walking towards the woods. It’s not long before I hear the screendoor slam behind me and Paul catching up. He grabs my arm and spins me back towards him, his eyes lust blown. He takes in my appearance now and my breath quickens from need alone. I grab Paul’s hand, pulling him with me as I walk backward, pressing my back to a tree. He caresses his hands down my sides, not missing a single curve, and I whimper against his touch.

“You’ve been playing with me.” He states the obvious in a possessive whisper, hot breath spreading against the skin of my neck.

“It was only fair.” I swallow hard, trying not to look as wanton as I felt, “You made me wait--”

“So you did the same to me.” His lips hover just a breath away from my skin and I arc my back, pressing myself against him. He lets out a heavy breath, trying to subdue a groan. “I want you.”

Grabbing one of his hands, I use it almost as a prop to push up the edge of the shirt I’m wearing, slowly letting the heat of his skin spread through my torso, until landing it on my breast.

“Prove it.” That’s all it takes. His lips are against mine in a raging hot need. Without hesitation, I hop up and wrap my legs around his waist, my arms draping around his neck. He catches me with one arm in anticipation and aggressively presses my back against the tree behind me. The bark scratches my skin but only adds to my arousal.

He pushes my bra aside, popping out my tits, and lowers his head to begin sucking on my nipples. One arm still supporting me, he slaps my ass hard with his free hand and I can’t help but moan. He growls--fucking growls--at this. Grabbing my waistband he looks at me and I nod, giving him permission to break my rule, and he tears them from my body. Pushing aside my underwear, he’s quick to unzip his shorts before plunging into me. I gasp as he moans, filling me up, hitting those deepest parts that ached for him and only him. He begins thrusting, reconnecting his lips to mine and now using that free hand to rub my clit. His calloused fingers add a friction far better than a smooth hand might and my orgasm quickly builds.

“Fuck, Paul, I’m so close.”

“Cum. Cum for me.” He nips my ear and my body quakes as I cum but his pace is unrelenting.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh” I moan with every thrust, my nails pressed into his back.

“Fuck, just like that. Shit. Fuuuuuck.” He groans as my nails dig deeper, the tree against my nearly bare ass scrapes my skin and I’ve never been so happy to be overstimulated. “I’m close--” he grunts and begins rubbing my clit in just the perfect way--the way I love the most. He wants me to finish again before him. He wants to make me--

I gasp and moan his name loudly, my nails dragging down my back as I spasm around him and squirt on his dick. I can feel him throbbing as he cums and he leans his head against mine. We both pant heavily, looking at each other before I laugh.

“You better not use this as an incentive to miss date night again.” He pouts briefly but agrees.

“Only if you don’t put me through damn near cumming in my shorts around the guys.” I laugh and kiss his nose.

“Promise.”

#Smut #twilight smut #Paul #paul lahote #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote fanfiction #oneshot #twilight imagine #imagine #wolf #imprint #paul x reader

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗸 || niki lauda x reader [pornstar au]

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you're just an up-and-comer, he's a star. he might have a bit of an ego, but he measures up to match his reputation.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: a bit over 10k (YEAH... let’s not worry about it)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (public sex [cause the film crew is watching ofc], a bit of pain kink, dacryphilia/crying during sex, oral sex m and f receiving, throatfucking, brief spanking, creampie, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, squirting), niki both being and having a massive dick, fake infidelity (nobody’s actually getting cheated on but they’re roleplaying it for the porno), housewife kink, a bit of innocence kink, some degradation and praise, safewording (but like everybody’s okay!), verrryy light choking (more just neck holding...), mentions of drug use, mention of blood, needlessly fluffy ending cause I’m the worst (including the L word [sadly not lesbians this time])

Word spreads fast in an industry like this, and it can make or break your career.

You’d heard quite a few choice words about Niki Lauda. He was never praised for his attitude, necessarily; apparently he wasn’t the easiest to work with, although for better reasons than most. He was a bit of a perfectionist, and prioritized making a great film over anything else, perhaps even taking the comfort of his costars less seriously than he should. But at least you respected the reasoning behind his stern reputation, and in his defense, comfort was hard to guarantee considering what he was packing.

Yes, there was a reason he was still working so consistently even when a few girls said he was an asshole. One massive reason. You’d seen his work before, and even when the logical part of you imagined how it probably hurt like a bitch to film with him, you couldn’t help but bite your lip whenever he took his cock out.

Not that you had any intentions to let him know that. He already had plenty of ego to go around, it seemed. “Big-headed in more ways than one,” that was what your friend had told you after working with him, and even if he sounded like a bit of an asshole, the idea of him being so controlling and intense sort of turned you on, too. Once again, these were the thoughts that absolutely needed to stay secret now that you found out you were booked to work with him.

He couldn’t be that bad, right? He was still a professional. Your worst scene partner had been so off his ass on coke that he could barely get it up, and then promptly had a nosebleed which nobody noticed until there was blood all over your back— so he was definitely going to be better than that.

But other than that, you didn’t really know what to expect as you knocked on his trailer door, hearing a mumbled invitation from the inside and opening the door the step in.

He was laying back in a chair that looked incredibly comfortable, wearing a robe and staring down at a book which he seemed quite focused on considering he only looked up at you for a split second before getting back to it.

You cleared your throat and began. “Mr. Lauda, I—”

“I’m reading,” he informed you sternly, turning the page of his book.

“Yes, I noticed,” you agreed nervously, and an awkward silence settled in the trailer— presumably, one that was much more awkward for you than for him.

Realizing that waiting for him to give you his full attention wasn’t going to go anywhere, you decided to just go on with what you’d prepared to say.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m looking forward to working with you,” you nodded, extending your hand for a shake. He just glanced at your hand, then you, and exhaled sharply as he looked back to his book.

“Yes, I’m sure it’s going to be a great opportunity for you,” he replied coldly, and you awkwardly returned your hand to your side.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you frowned.

He sighed and shut his book, finally standing up; and with him looking down at you, you suddenly felt even smaller. “It means that they must be punishing me by putting us together,” he explained simply. “I guess they think I haven’t earned a scene with a bigger star yet.”

You creased your brow together, crossing your arms. “Well, I can’t say anyone’s ever been so disappointed to work with me before, believe it or not I have a lot of fans who consider it a coveted opportunity.”

“Hm, go fuck one of your fans then,” Niki offered sarcastically.

“I’m not so surprised now that you don’t seem to make fans out of the girls you film with,” you rolled your eyes. “Everyone says you’re an asshole.”

“Yes, I know, and they’re right.”

At least the two of you could agree on something.

“But I didn’t get this far by being likable, just fuckable,” he finished.

“Surprised you made it this far at all, with a face like that,” you scoffed.

“Camera’s never on my face, love,” he chuckled in reply, turning to his barcart to pour himself a glass of something. “Scotch?”

“I don’t drink on the job,” you answered firmly.

“You’ll need something to loosen you up,” he explained. “I mean literally. They might give you a muscle relaxer just to take the edge off.”

You swallowed thickly when you fully processed what he was talking about. “I’m not going to do the scene high.”

One eyebrow raised as he examined you, and though you felt a bit exposed to him (a feeling you needed to get used to, quickly) you felt like he was finally giving you some fraction of a chance. “A bit of a purist, are we?”

“I just like to have my wits about me when I’m filming, that’s all.”

“Well, I’ll just have to fuck those wits out of you,” he decided with a smirk, making you glance away to avoid your face getting any warmer. “I haven’t seen any of your work, considering you’re a bit of a nobody and all— are you the type to get all drooly and brainless near the end?”

You cleared your throat. “Uh, not typically.”

“We can fix that,” he nodded, setting his glass down. “You’re right, you won’t need the alcohol; I plan to get you cockdrunk regardless.”

“Well, best laid plans of mice and men,” you sneered, turning to leave. “I’ll see you on set.”

He gave you a quick little wave as you exited quickly, shuddering once you shut the door behind you. You’d expected the arrogant attitude (maybe not to that level, but still), yet the flirtation surprised you. Is that what that was? It didn’t read like a true come-on, like he actually expected something to happen, more just like he wanted to throw you off. At least you felt pretty confident that you held your own, enough to prove you weren’t going to fawn all over him just because he was a bigger star than you.

Doing your best to shake off the less-than-friendly interaction (or maybe it was more-than-friendly…) you made your way to the set to start getting ready.

If Niki’s pre-scene ritual was reading and scotch, yours was yoga and meditation. It helped you get more flexible, one, and shift your mindset before filming. It kept the barrier between your true self and the version you played for the cameras. Unfortunately, as you got more famous and demand increased, you found your meditation time getting cut into more and more often.

Case in point, a rap at your door made you jump right out of it, a man wearing a headset peeking into your dressing room as he looked down at a clipboard.

“Okay, Niki’s on set so we just need you to get down to costuming really quick,” the man— some kind of assistant, presumably— instructed.

“Costuming?”

“Yeah, they’ve got a whole plot they wanna do. Director’s gonna come break it down to you both.”

Both— so you’d have to actually be together again before the scene started. That was gonna suck. And so was whatever “plot” they intended to insert: you got the immediate sense that your visit to costuming was going to end with you wearing something ridiculously stupid. For some reason, you were anxious about being embarrassed in front of Niki, which was a rare feeling for you.

In reality, you didn’t think it was so bad once you saw it— a dress and heels, and not nearly as ugly as it could’ve been. More… wholesome than you were expecting; more of a Sunday Best look, as opposed to Friday Night Worst as you expected.

You tried to ignore Niki nearby as the director explained the gameplan for the day. “Concept’s simple,” he began, “lonely housewife, plumber—”

“Plumber? Really?!” you instantly blurted out.

The director just shrugged. “I didn’t write it.”

“I don’t think anyone exactly wrote it,” you rolled your eyes. “A monkey pulling words out of a hat could come up with it.”

“Are you going to complain the whole day?” Niki interjected with a frown, making you turn to scowl at him, though you stopped to look away when you realized he was naked. Although it was just a glimpse, you could tell that his cock was massive even just soft, and his body was not what you were used to in the best way: toned, but not ‘roided-out like a lot of other guys in this business were, and not shaved either which you preferred.

He laughed at your reaction, and you frowned with embarrassment again. “You’re gonna have to get used to nudity, love.”

“God, I’m not that new,” you defended, “I just wasn’t expecting it…”

“Well, you should get naked, too,” the director interrupted, “so you can get dressed. Oh, we should get you some pearls, too.”

You were surprised when the costumer handed you real pearls; perks of working with a star like Niki, even if he was a douchebag, included a much higher production budget.

Awkwardly, you shed your robe and put on the panties (you brought those, of course, you weren’t going to let a costumer put underwear on you) before shimmying into the dress. Even though it wasn’t ugly, and it wasn’t physically uncomfortable, you did feel a bit odd in it. You weren’t totally sure if you could pull off the lonely housewife role you’d been assigned last minute, even if you’d been hired in the beginning for your alleged ‘innocent face.’ As if the dress wasn’t squeaky-clean enough, they had you put an apron on as well.

You never got a chance to see what Niki was wearing, since you had to be pulled away for a makeup touch-up which he obviously did not. This was different than what you were used to, too— a lot less smoky eye and a lot more baby pink lipstick. It was like this day was determined to throw you off.

Dolled up to the nines and hoping to quiet the nerves sizzling in your stomach, you ended up on set getting ready to film while he was away somewhere else; after all, the scene called for him to enter through the door while you were already inside).

“So, just vamp around the kitchen a little bit, you know, housewife stuff,” the director instructed. “Wash a pot. Niki will come in in a second.”

You tried not to worry about how ridiculous this all felt as you slipped on the yellow rubbery gloves. At least this was the best money you’d ever made washing dishes. Unused dishes, at that.

In the background you could hear crew calling out their various instructions— roll sound, take 1, all that jazz— but you did your best to focus only on yourself and quiet your nerves about the man who would knock on the door at any moment.

You almost jumped when he did, despite expecting it. You turned the sink off and slipped off your gloves (relieved immensely when no one stopped you to say you should keep them on), walking to the door as your heels echoed on the linoleum.

The door was unlocked, probably an unrealistic detail, so you only had to turn the knob to open it and find Niki dressed like a mechanic— and you instantly burst into a fit of laughter.

Niki scowled and the energy in the room flipped completely as the silent crew started talking again, the director calling to cut and everyone else preparing to reset. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you choked out between laughs that shook your chest, “he just— he looks so fucking stupid!”

“This is incredibly unprofessional,” Niki reminded you, face getting a bit red. Maybe you were proving him right about working with a relative newbie, but it was worth it.

“What’s with the bandana in his pocket?” you called out to the costumer just off-set. “They did tell you it’s a straight film, right?”

After you managed to fight off the giggles, after Niki had been escorted away for a last-minute costume redesign, and after you took the time to apologize to the director for ruining the first take (who was surprisingly understanding— apparently Niki had gotten on his nerves already, too), you began again.

Another clean pot getting washed for no reason, another knock at the door, but this time your breath caught in your throat.

Apparently the costumer took your advice to heart, as well as going out of her way to personally attack you. His jeans were almost too tight but in exactly the right way, his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and just a couple buttons were undone to expose his toned chest and the hair that covered some of it. He looked like a visage of masculinity, staring you down like he walked straight out of an old western that would show on TV at 2 a.m., and you hoped that if you couldn’t hide the look on your face from him then you could at least hide it from the camera.

“Is your husband home?” he asked, his voice a little deeper than you remembered it, his accent a bit more suppressed. You missed it, to be totally honest.

“Uh, no, sir,” you mumbled, barely managing to remember what you were supposed to say. “But we really need these pipes fixed.”

“Well, if you don’t mind, could I come inside?”

The double entendre was a bit heavy-handed but you just stepped back and let him pass you, shutting the door behind him. He knelt down on the floor and opened the cabinet under the sink, turning on a flashlight and looking at it with a thoughtful nod. You just sort of… stood there, not sure how long this part was supposed to go on for, but thankfully he soon stood up, turning off the flashlight and kicking the cabinet shut with a sigh.

“I’m afraid this is going to cost you a bit more than I originally expected,” he informed you. “At least three thousand dollars.”

Wow, all that from a ten-second glimpse with a flashlight. No wonder this guy charges so much. “Oh— I don’t think we can afford that,” you coughed.

“You’re not sure?” he noticed.

You shrugged, hoping you look effectively coy. “He doesn’t let me handle the finances.”

“Well, doesn’t he let you buy something if you need it?”

“I should just wait until he gets home,” you decided. ��It’ll only be a few hours.”

“Hours?” he repeated, both irritated and intrigued— a solid performance, actually. You wondered if he ever meant to be a serious actor, but ended up doing this. It would sort of suit him to act all cocky and self-involved when really, deep down, he was disappointed at how his career had turned out. “And you can’t pay me until he gets back?”

You shook your head.

“He keeps you on a short leash,” Niki noted. “You could do better.”

“Well, I... I don’t want better,” you countered, backing into the counter as he stepped closer. Your heart was racing; you could hear it in your ears. Nobody else could hear it, right? Could they tell? Could he tell? “I love my husband.”

“Good for you,” he replied, just a hint of mocking to his tone, “he’s a lucky guy. Got you all cooped up alone at home, cooking and cleaning, too afraid to make any decision without him. But you’ve gotta pay me to fix this or you’re gonna be a housewife with a flooded house. And that’s gonna make him a lot angrier than writing me a check without permission will.”

You chewed your lip, ostensibly deciding what to do although you were actually buying time to try to stop thinking about the smell of his cologne— or was that just his skin, the warm, spicy smell that made the back of your neck tingle? He was standing so close that you could hardly breathe without being overwhelmed by him. “I’m sorry, but I can’t spend that much money without permission.”

You were waiting for him to say the obvious thing, the line you’d been dancing around for a few minutes now that everyone saw coming: you can pay me another way. Sure, it’s cheesy, but it gets the job done and that’s what you were here to do, right?

But instead his finger trailed over your jaw, lifting your chin until you looked up at him. This close, you wondered how you ever made fun of his face. His eyes darted from yours to your lips and back, you kept waiting for the stupid fucking line but it never came, he just kissed you.

It wasn’t nearly as rough as it had every right to be, no, it was gentle and slow and you were gripping the counter behind you to try to keep your balance as your knees went weak. His tongue was patient as it pressed forward to explore you, his lips softer than you expected and persistent in the way they pressed against yours. You felt him step closer and press his body to yours, too, and you hummed against his kiss.

A pang of disappointment hit you right in the gut when he pulled away, moving to kiss your neck instead. You’d never craved more of a kiss before, not like that. “What else do you need his permission to do?” Niki asked roughly, hands gripping your waist. “To speak, to think? To feel good? He probably makes you beg to come, right?” he presumed with a smirk.

You bit your lip and nodded. “Y-yes, I’m supposed to ask permission before I come.”

“Well, never ask me for anything,” he demanded firmly, suddenly lifting you onto the counter as he started to tear your dress out of his way, pushing the skirt up to grab your thighs. “I’m going to make you come until you can’t fucking walk, and I don’t want you to ask first.”

“O-okay,” you weakly agreed, distracted by his tongue trailing down your body, teasing your nipples briefly on his way down to your panties— which were meant to come off easily, but it still made you whimper when he snapped them off like nothing.

“Your husband doesn’t do this to you, does he?” he mumbled against your skin, and you were so lost in it that you sort of forgot entirely what he was talking about.

“Uh, what?” you breathed, before finally remembering it was all fake and you were pretending to be married. “Oh— no, he doesn’t do that…”

It wasn’t all fake, though. The arousal gathering between your legs was certainly real.

He licked and sucked up your open thighs until they started to shake, the strong grip of his hands becoming the only thing holding them steady.

When his lips latched onto your swollen clit, your head swung back and hit the cabinets behind you— not hard enough to hurt, of course, but it made a sound loud enough that you felt Niki smirk against your sex. “Oh, god,” you moaned loudly, and you were playing it up a lot less than you usually did. His tongue pushed inside you and you had to close your eyes to make sure you weren’t going to go cross-eyed or something.

“Can’t believe your husband never got a taste of this,” Niki groaned as he took a break to bite your thigh until you helped. “Waste of a delicious fucking pussy.”

He ate you out fast and fervently, the way most everyone did while filming— and normally you didn’t enjoy it much because there wasn’t enough warm-up to make it feel very good, but just the foreplay of your fake conversation with him had put you on edge and now you felt your first orgasm coming on faster than ever. Your legs wrapped around his shoulders and your heels dug into his back when you curled your toes; you kept one hand gripping the counter beneath you while the other weaved into his mop of curly hair, tugging on it a bit harder than you meant to though he seemed unfazed.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” you blurted out suddenly, and you caught the way Niki looked up at you— it was genuine surprise. Pleasant, but genuine; he didn’t expect you to come so fast, but he knew it was real from the way your cunt was pulsing against his mouth. In his defense, you didn’t expect it either. He kept going until you silently tapped out by giving two tugs on his hair: he pulled back right away and stood up again to pull you off of the counter.

You considered yourself pretty lucky that he knew exactly what that gesture meant, since it was an unspoken, unofficial code and not something you’d ever discussed with him. Of course, if he hadn’t you would’ve just told him to stop, but that would’ve killed the momentum a bit.

“Get on your knees,” he instructed as soon as you were on your feet again; and you dropped faster than maybe you ever had before, on or off the clock. “Good girl. You know what to do, don’t you?”

You swallowed thickly and nodded as you reached up to his belt; your clit was throbbing still from how hard you’d come before, and more arousal gathered to replace what his mouth had washed away.

As you opened his belt for him and tried to regulate your breathing as you pulled his trousers down, his half-hard cock slowly came into view. You had to pull the pants nearly all the way down his thighs before the length of it was exposed entirely, bouncing forward slightly when you freed the beast.

It was even more glorious in person, if significantly more intimidating. Your walls clenched involuntarily at the sight of it, in equal parts arousal and terror. You were worried about being able to fit it in your mouth, let alone anywhere else.

“Your husband isn’t this big, huh?” he grinned proudly.

“No— fuck, um, no sir.”

“Ever been with anyone this big?”

“I… I’ve never been with anyone but my husband,” you mumbled awkwardly.

“Oh, you’re a good little wife,” he cooed, making a strange feeling warm your chest. “Are you scared, love?”

The nickname he’d been calling you off-set caught you off-guard, and you blinked up at him as you bit your lip. There was a darkness in his gaze as he looked back at you on your knees before him, and it made you shiver slightly. “A little bit,” you admitted.

He reached down to grab your jaw tightly, pushing your mouth open and shoving two fingers in right to the back of your throat, until you gagged helplessly. “I think you’re gonna take it just fine, baby, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

The hand in your mouth pulled back to grab his cock and guide it to your mouth, sliding the thick head over your tongue as he got harder against it, before he finally let your jaw go and freed you to close your lips around him and suck.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, hissing through his teeth as he grabbed your hair— not too hard, just enough to guide you and make sure your face was totally visible. “You can take it deeper, right?”

And now you had to suppress your own grin, because he said he hadn’t seen any of your films which meant he didn’t know what you were famous for. Looking up at him through your lashes, you quickly sunk down until he was buried completely in your throat and your nose pressed against the patch of hair just above his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, and it seemed like a pretty genuine reaction considering the way his hand in your hair clenched slightly. “Oh my god…”

You stayed that way as long as possible, until your throat started to tense up around him and you had to pull back to breathe. When you were off of him he moaned out again, inspiring you to lick a long stripe up the base of him and start suckling on his head again.

The taste of his pre-cum coated the back of your throat, and it made your walls clench around nothing again. They didn’t seem to care anymore that it would be a Herculean task to get him inside you.

You swallowed him down again, relaxing as best you could while he held your head and fucked your throat— not rough or anything, in fact you could tell that he was holding himself back, which you appreciated. Your hand was wrapped around his ankle, just out of frame, and you squeezed him whenever you needed a break.

“Shit, you really are a good little wife, hm?” he taunted at one point when you were looking up at him from under the shadow of his cock over your face; yes, it was longer than your face, he made a point to make that incredibly obvious. You nodded and smiled, though your smile dropped when he pulled you up to your feet with a hand around your neck, suddenly kissing you hard and hungrily.

The fingers on your pulse tightened ever so slightly— not enough to choke you, just enough to remind you that he could.

He broke the kiss only as much as he needed to to speak roughly against your lips: “I’m gonna fuck you.”

Your eyes fluttered open and met his gaze, heavy and dark; you searched for the real Niki in them, not just the role, but you realised that you couldn’t actually tell the difference.

“Are you going to be gentle?” you asked softly.

“I haven’t decided yet,” he shrugged as he spun you around and bent you over the kitchen table. What was left of your dress was instantly torn away and fell to the ground, leaving you in just the heels and pearls. It was in stark contrast to him still being fully dressed, and while that was presumably the point, it made you shiver slightly despite the warmth of the studio.

Someone just off camera leaned in to hand Niki a bottle of lube, but he waved it away quickly, making you swallow fearfully. He made sure to put his lips against your other ear, on the side of your face away from the camera, before he whispered to you.

“I know you’re wet enough,” he explained, smiling as you bit back a whimper. “I know you can take it.”

You weren’t sure you knew that, though. He pushed you down onto the table as he pressed his erection against your ass, starting to guide the head to tease your entrance.

He was relying on just your own arousal (and your spit on his cock, as well), and he wasn’t going to give you a few fingers to warm you up first. This, you realised, was your punishment for laughing at him before. This was his revenge on you and the company for making him work with a newbie. He was going to break you.

But you weren’t going to stop him, either.

He was incredibly slow as he filled you, and fuck, it just kept going. You thought it might never end. Even the first few inches were challenging for his girth alone, but then it was deeper and deeper until you were moaning louder than you ever had from just the first stroke. You’d never been stretched out like this, never been challenged quite this way, and your eyes were already rolling back in your head.

“Fuck,” you winced as he roughly shoved in the very last inch, slamming into the deepest parts of you.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, voice heavy with his own desire as he held your hips tight.

“S-so deep,” you barely managed to get out, hoping it was loud enough for the boom mic to pick up. “I love it, oh my god— it feels so good…”

He savored the first few movements, slow and careful so he could examine every little reaction you gave. But even with his careful pace, you still found yourself pushing back against him for more when he stopped moving.

You heard him almost laugh, you couldn’t see his face but you could imagine his smug look, watching you do your best to get him as deep as possible even when he was pushing your body beyond its limits. “Oh, Liebling,” you heard him mumble; you’d never heard him speak German before, did they usually edit it out? Or did he usually just stick to English? Regardless, the word and the way he said it sent a shiver up your spine. “You want it so bad, huh? Go ahead, fuck yourself on my cock.”

It was harder to suppress your whimpers when you had to focus on moving at the same time, starting to rock your own body against him and moan as you felt every detail of the friction against your channel. It was impossible not to feel it all when he was this big; this was beyond filled to the brim, you were fucking overflowing.

“Please,” you breathed, eyes fluttering shut, “please, fuck me.”

And that was when he stopped pulling his punches entirely, grabbing you and pulled your back against his chest before he began to mercilessly fuck you. You all but screamed, legs quivering and hands struggling to find something to grab onto as he slammed forward over and over, so fast you started to get a bit dizzy in an oddly-pleasurable way.

“You’re gonna come again, huh?” he noticed darkly, kissing a line up your shoulder. “You’re gonna soak my cock?”

“Yes!” you yelped. “Yes, I-I’m close.”

“So sensitive,” he cooed, “I don’t think you’re used to coming this easily. You’ll get used to it soon.”

It was more subtle than when he’d been eating you out on the counter, but just as intense— if not more, because every pulse of your walls made his cock feel that much more massive, and you could hear him moaning by your ear at the feeling of it. Watching his movies hadn’t given you much of a chance to hear his moans before, since they always make the girl’s so much louder, but he sounded fucking heavenly with that deep, smooth voice of his mumbling praises only you could hear.

“I thought you hated me,” he breathed, lips right against your ear. “But you come for me so easily.”

You swallowed dryly, hoping no one else on set was catching any of this.

“I haven’t seen your other work… but it’s not like this with anyone else, is it? You’re not much of an actress, I know it’s all real with me.”

He was blatantly taunting you, and even though it made shame sting at the back of your throat, it kept you coming until you thought you might never stop. It almost got to be too much, in fact, as your legs started to spasm and your hips grinded against his.

“You were acting so innocent before,” he remembered with a grin, speaking aloud for the cameras this time although you knew he was still talking to you— more than a scene partner usually was, that is. “But look how you’re behaving now that I’ve put my cock in you. Is that all it takes? You’re fucking shameless, aren’t you?”

Not quite, but you nodded anyway. Although tears had been welling in your eyes since he first filled you, you were really, properly sobbing now, shaking in his arms as he kissed and bit all over your neck.

“Does your husband fuck you this good, huh? Does he fuck you until you cry?”

“No, just you,” you moaned, reaching back to tangle your fingers in his curls, pulling him deeper into the crook of your neck, “just you— oh my god, don’t stop, please!”

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he promised. “Your husband won’t want you anymore. You certainly won’t want him, either, you’ll only ever want me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you choked, “yours— just yours, I swear.”

He leaned you forward and pulled your arms behind your back, holding them for leverage as he pounded into you. Like this, the pearls on your neck swung wildly with each thrust, hitting your chest each time and making a little clacking sound as they bumped into each other. Not that you could exactly pay attention to that with Niki constantly speaking to you in that rough, teasing voice.

“Your poor husband,” he sneered, “he’s got no idea how much of a whore his pretty little wife is. But you don’t act like this for him, do you? Just for me.”

“Yeah— I’m your whore,” you choked; you didn’t really mean to say it, it was just the first thing that came to mind at the time. You decided not to overanalyze why that was.

“This pussy belongs to me now, doesn’t it?” he pressed.

“Yes,” you sighed.

“You only want my cock,” he continued.

“Yeah, just yours— only want your big cock,” you slurred.

At that point it was less like coming multiple times and more like one big one that never seemed to fucking stop, like if he kept going something even more incredible was going to happen— you couldn’t imagine what, but you wanted to find out.

Of course, he had the stamina to take you there.

His hands roamed your body as he fucked you, taking the time to squeeze and play with your tits. You whimpered every time he tweaked a hardened nipple, and moaned when he moved his hands down to give your ass a few hard spanks.

“You like it when I hit you?” he noticed, growling when you nodded. “Little slut. Choking on my cock, bending over the table for me… maybe if you were being spanked properly you wouldn’t behave this way.”

He gave you a few more, and you knew he was relishing the way your pussy tightened around him each time, but you couldn’t help it. You wanted to say something back, keep up with him, but each time you opened your mouth you could only moan, louder and louder, hardly believing the sounds you were making as pleasure kept burning inside you.

Suddenly, you thought it might be too much— in the best way you’d ever experienced. Suddenly, a deep pang of arousal hit right through your body, and you felt pressure build rapidly as your eyes shot open.

“Baseball!” you blurted out, and everything came to a screeching halt. Niki froze, not pulling out but not moving either, and the entire crew shot up to attention.

“Are you alright?” the director asked instantly.

“I’m— I think I’ll squirt,” you explained quickly, trying not to let yourself be embarrassed.

“Niki, stop,” the director instructed your costar firmly, who pulled out and stepped back as an assistant ran up to you. You tried not to complain about the emptiness, though a little whine did come out under your breath.

“Can you— can you calm down, and stop it?” the assistant asked you awkwardly. “It’s not what we’re filming for today.”

“I know!” you hissed, clenching your fists as you tried to focus on pushing the feeling away— but even with no one touching you, and completely empty, it wasn’t dying down at all. You made the mistake of glancing at Niki, and the look he was giving you definitely didn’t help. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” you looked at the director, “I’m gonna— I can’t help it.”

“Should we get a towel?” the assistant asked the director.

“No, we can work with this,” the director decided.

“But it’s not what we’re filming for,” the assistant reminded him as well.

“Consider it a happy accident, now get out of the way so we can film this before it’s too late— Niki, get her on her back.”

You could’ve probably done that yourself, but Niki flipped you over and laid you down quickly, forceful yet somehow gentle as well, and you stared up at him nervously as you heard the crew preparing themselves again.

“You’re trying not to come right now, aren’t you?” he realised, speaking to you quietly. You could only nod, too afraid to stop biting your lip. “You don’t usually squirt, do you?”

You shook your head, and he smiled at you.

“What was that you said about keeping your wits about you?” he smirked.

“Best laid plans,” you replied, tone a little stilted from the effort you were putting in to keeping yourself at bay, and he grinned before you both quickly got back into character with a call to start rolling again.

He slipped his cock into you and teased you with shallow strokes, not pushing all the way in— either it was mercy to help you keep it down a bit longer, or he was just making sure the camera could see when you inevitably squirted. You were clenching down so tight that he looked like he was struggling to keep his pace, but it was the only way you were going to keep it together at this rate.

Of course, keeping it together went right out the window when he finally fucked you properly again and you promptly lost it, back arching and vision going white as a gush of wetness, and another, and one more coated your thighs and Niki’s cock, that little condescending chuckle of his ringing in your ears— though there was a little bit of pride in his tone, too, though you weren’t sure if it was in you or himself.

“Fuck,” he moaned, holding your hips and fucking you even faster until the table beneath you began to rock. He didn’t even let you come down from your high, draping his body over yours and sucking on your tits for a moment since they were conveniently lifted by your position. “I know your husband hasn’t made you do that.”

“Never— I’ve never done that,” you choked out between loud moans that nearly echoed around the set. “Oh god, Niki, I can’t— I can’t take it!”

You didn’t even notice that you probably weren’t supposed to call him by name, since his new costume didn’t have the nametag on the chest like the last one. But you’d already derailed this filming day once and you were much too out of it to give a fuck about doing it again. “You’re gonna take it, love, I told you you’ll come for me until you can’t walk,” he promised sternly.

“Oh, fuck,” you choked, writhing so much he had to pin your shoulders down to keep going, pistoning into you rapidly.

“Such a dirty little whore, making a mess on my cock like that,” he grinned down at you, but his words started to fade into the background as you attempted to cope with the onslaught of pleasure on your sensitive body. However overstimulated you might be after one or two orgasms, it was ten times more intense after squirting. Your whole body felt drained, yet you were still literally dripping wet, so much so that you could hear the sounds of it every time he moved inside you. Up until you came you had started to adjust to his size, but now it felt like starting from scratch. In fact, now you couldn’t even imagine how it ever fit in the first place.

Thankfully, before you started to get really concerned that your soul would actually leave your body because of this, he groaned out his warning: “I’m close, I’m gonna come.”

“I want it,” you whimpered through your delusional haze, “I want you to come.”

“Yeah, you wanna make me come, like a good little slut?” he pressed, thrusts already getting a bit more erratic.

“Yes!” you sobbed, your back arching dramatically again.

“Wouldn’t mind covering on that pretty face of yours,” he growled, “but I’d rather fill up this cunt so you never forget who it belongs to.”

“Oh fuck, come inside me,” you moaned, “please— I want it, so fucking bad…”

His moans got deeper and louder, his grip on your hips even tighter, and finally you felt his cock pulse as he filled you with his come. It went on for a while, Niki hissing each breath and burying himself completely in you until every drop was in your pussy. He looked pretty good with a thin layer of sweat on his face and chest, a few of his curls sticking to his forehead. “Fuck,” you heard him whisper under his breath as he started to come down from the high, head falling back for a moment. You hoped the camera had been looking at him, for once, and not at you watching him with your lip between your teeth.

And now came your least favorite part of the whole thing: keeping your legs spread wide as Niki pulled out, stepped back, and let a cameraman get extremely close and personal with you for a minute. He came so deep inside you that it took a minute for the come to start dripping out, but sure enough you felt it starting to leak from your hole and run down until it was presumably getting on the floor. There was actually quite a lot, and somebody was going to have to clean that, poor guy. You tried to send some good vibes to whoever it would be instead of thinking about how it felt to have a total stranger (even more of a stranger than the man who’d just come inside you) filming you in a very tight close-up.

It was part of the job, you accepted that, but it was just terminally awkward and even for a pornstar, you still felt pretty exposed with a camera that close to your pussy. Especially when it was presumably not looking its best after Niki beat the crap out of it.

Apparently the cameraman was satisfied with the footage he had when he stepped back, leaving room for Niki to reappear between your legs as he gently stroked your thighs, looking down at you in a way that could’ve almost been misconstrued as kind.

“M-my husband will be home soon,” you remembered to say, cutting through the silence.

“Then you should do your best to clean my come out of you,” he smiled. “We wouldn’t want him to get angry.”

Even though the post-production process is much shorter for these sorts of films than others, it was still four months between that shoot day and the video coming out. By then, you and Niki had been dating for almost three months and though it was still quite new, it was completely different from all your past relationships in the best possible ways.

For one, your job didn’t bother him. Obviously.

And further, for all his brutal honesty and stern remarks, he could be oddly sensitive. It was sometimes like he was an entirely different person when the two of you were alone, a much sweeter Niki than the rest of the world got to see. That said, he doted on you equally in public and private, keeping you spoiled in his own little ways.

And, for being a couple of pornstars, the two of you actually didn’t have wild and crazy sex all the time. It was a lot more gentle, intimate lovemaking than you’d anticipated, but you were certainly not disappointed. Some nights you just held each other and it was almost as incredible. “Almost” being the operative word in that sentence.

The second half of your payment came in the mail, and that was how you knew the video was released. Thankfully you’d seen it coming, so you’d already invited Niki over to watch it.

“Are you nervous?” you asked with a smile as you sat down beside him on the couch, cuddling up under his arm.

“Not quite nervous, but I don’t know what to expect,” Niki admitted, “despite having been there at the time.”

“Yeah, it always looks totally different on camera,” you agreed. You remembered everything about that day like it had only just happened, but you couldn’t be sure how much was left on the cutting room floor.

As soon as it started, you were thankful to hear no background music at all. Sure, it might have made everything feel a bit empty, but it was better than the alternative.

“Hm, you look nice washing dishes,” Niki decided with a smirk.

“Are you actually into the housewife thing?” you scoffed.

“Not generally, but you make it work,” he grinned.

You both watched as you (not current you, TV you) opened the door, Niki standing on the other side with that look on his face just as stoically perfect as you remembered. “Oh, look how cute you are!” you beamed.

“Is that what was going through your head when you actually opened that door?” he asked.

“Oh, definitely not,” you snorted.

“That’s what I was thinking,” he admitted, and you felt all shy again.

“Really?”

“Yeah, the dress works for you,” he explained. “Though I still prefer you in my shirts.”

Which was what you were wearing now, the poor guy was losing shirts to you faster than he could buy new ones, though he never seemed to take them back since he liked the look of you in them so much.

“Is your husband home?” on-screen Niki asked.

“I can’t say I enjoy watching myself act,” Niki cringed. “This bodes poorly for watching myself have sex.”

“I’ve watched you have sex plenty of times, trust me, it’s worth seeing,” you assured.

The flirting was interesting to see from the camera’s objective perspective, and you definitely looked a lot less flustered than you felt. Except, perhaps, when his finger trailed over your jaw and your eyes met his. It was a moment too pure for something like this; wasted on the part of the video people were probably going to skip anyways. But it didn’t really go to waste, did it? Not when it led you to him.

“What else do you need his permission to do? To think, to speak? To feel good?” you heard Niki ask.

“I really wasn’t expecting you to say any of that,” you remembered.

He nodded in agreement. “I didn’t plan to say any of it… I don’t usually improvise so much.”

“Pretty damn good improvising, you totally knocked my socks off,” you laughed.

“Is that an English expression I haven’t heard before, or did something actually happen to your socks?” he asked with a little frown. You elected not to answer since you were pretty sure he was joking.

“I’m going to make you come until you can’t fucking walk.”

“I do remember someone helping you walk,” Niki interjected. “But, you were in heels, so it’s sort of understandable. I would’ve helped you myself, but they were already dragging me off somewhere to shower and such.”

“Wow, so chivalrous of you,” you hummed.

“Do you not think of me as a gentleman?” he asked, sounding a little offended.

“Well, in a way, you are,” you relented, “but you’re also… you know, an asshole.”

“Yes, but only to other people.”

You raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“Okay, to you sometimes as well, but I think I’m getting nicer,” he compromised.

“Yeah, after a few months of dating you seem to be finally warming up to me,” you teased, poking him in the side as he smiled.

The distant shot of you sitting on the counter with your legs open and Niki’s curly head between your thighs actually looked pretty damn good, though it cut quickly to something a bit more close up and from the side so you could actually tell what Niki was doing better. You could even see him giving you a surprised look when you told him you were coming.

“I’m still a little bit embarrassed that I came so fast,” you sighed.

“Well, you still come fast with me, so I hope you’re not still embarrassed about it.”

He wasn’t even trying to make fun of you for it, he just had this habit for casually calling you out like that.

“What do you mean, with me?” you interrogated. “When have you seen me with anyone else?”

He cleared his throat, glancing away. “I might have lied, when I said I wouldn’t watch your films.”

“Niki!” you yelped, shoving him slightly.

“It was only morbid curiosity… it didn’t make me jealous, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he defended, “because I can tell it’s fake. It’s nothing like when we’re together. It’s nothing like that!” he pointed to the screen in front of you.

“I know, obviously it’s fake,” you frowned, “but I stopped watching your stuff when we got together and now I feel left out.”

“You haven’t missed much,” he laughed. “I can’t believe I ever complained that I wasn’t collaborating with enough ‘stars.’ They have no idea what they’re doing, they don’t care if it turns out good because they know people will watch either way, and the studio’s talking about putting me on something so I can keep it up.”

It was flattering, but you tried to ignore it. “I thought we agreed we wouldn’t compare ourselves to each other’s scene partners.”

“We won’t because we can’t; there’s no comparison, I assure you.”

He watched you bite your lip as you tried to stifle your pride, but the compliment made warmth bloom in your chest as you leaned your head on his shoulder. “You’re more romantic than you think, Niki.”

“I’m not romantic at all,” he promised. “I’m only factually correct. It’s just convenient that the truth is you’re so much more incredible to be with than any of the women at work. Oh, and speaking of—”

He pointed to the screen again as you saw you were dropping to your knees in the video; “Good girl,” TV Niki hummed.

You smiled proudly as you watched yourself deepthroat him all the way to the base; not that you looked exactly gorgeous doing it, but it was still fun to see the feat. Niki’s moans reverberated through the speakers, the video cutting quickly to a shot of him with his head fallen back although it definitely kept most of the attention on you.

“If you listen closely, you can actually hear the sound of me falling for you in that moment,” he joked.

“Ah, yes, that is a known side effect of the deepthroating,” you nodded thoughtfully.

“You must have all your scene partners just as enamored with you as I am,” he realised, though he didn’t sound concerned since he knew you only wanted him.

“Probably not, but I do get a lot of congratulatory fist-bumps about it,” you shrugged.

And of course, it wasn’t too much longer of that before he was pulling you up and throwing you over the table preparing to fuck you.

“It’s funny,” you noticed, “they never show us using lube, but this time we actually didn’t, and no one will know the difference.”

“Except us,” he added. “Maybe I was a little too cruel to you, to not use any and to tease you for it. But I had my reasons.”

“Cruelty with reason, isn’t that your motto?”

“I don’t have a motto,” he decided.

“But if you did—”

“People don’t have mottos, that’s ridiculous,” he frowned.

Just as you started to complain, you heard your own moan from the TV as he pushed inside you, and you needed to watch that go down.

Unlike your ability to hide your shyness before, your pleasure was written on your face completely in this moment; you looked every bit as wrecked as you remembered feeling. What you hadn’t been able to see at the time was his face, and the way he was looking at you… you would’ve lost it right there if you’d known he was staring you down with such a mix of emotions in his eyes.

“You see now why I never want to fuck you from behind,” he noted, “because I want to see your face looking that perfect every time.”

It was true; he insisted on keeping you face up almost every time, he even wanted you to ride him occasionally even though you couldn’t get all of him in that way without actually breaking something.

You watched yourself start to rock back against him and your actual, current self loved the grin on his face as you did it— but it cut straight to him saying “You want it so bad, huh?”

“Aw, they edited out the German,” you frowned. “I love when you call me Liebling.”

“I think you hear it enough each day that you don’t need it on tape,” he decided. “I think they probably edited out you calling me by name later on, too, and we both know how it drives me wild when you say my name like that.”

You hummed as you remembered that; he made you say it all the time, both in the sense that he asked you to and that he did things that made it impossible for you to say anything else.

Continuing to watch the tape, you noticed how good you and Niki looked together; you thought your body had never looked so good as when his hands were on it, touching you anywhere he could reach.

A lot of things were different in that tape than they were when it really happened: for one, there was actually a transition shot of Niki turning you over from standing to laying on your back— you’d fixed that with some reshoots right after the scene ended, and with some editing magic it looked like it was all part of the same take.

But one thing that definitely happened pretty much the same in both was you squirting; you admittedly cringed a bit at your own moans, having been too distracted at the time to really appreciate how loud and desperate they were.

“It looked even better in person,” he insisted. “It took all my willpower not to come when you did.”

“I know your husband hasn’t made you do that,” Niki laughed proudly on-screen.

“Never, I’ve never done that before,” you answered with a gasp.

“I swear my heart must have stopped when I realised that you were being serious,” he remembered.

“Well, you certainly didn’t stop fucking me,” you scoffed. “I thought I was going to lose my mind when you kept fucking me after I squirted…”

“That was sort of the goal,” he admitted. “You ended up going out with me a few weeks later, so it must have worked.”

The man had actually sent you flowers, and you had called around to make completely sure that this wasn’t his normal post-scene MO (even though it obviously wasn’t because it was fucking Niki). You were a little hesitant, and a lot confused, but you agreed and the rest is history.

“I’m close, I’m gonna come,” Niki warned through the speakers, and you noticed how different it sounded to when he was close in real life. He didn’t tell you anymore, he didn’t need to, he just kissed you in that way that made it obvious and bit down on your neck or shoulder to compose himself as he filled you. Which was why you always had to wear concealer on your body for shoots, to hide his bite marks. You would never hide them if you had the choice.

You covered your face as the camera zoomed in close on your pussy leaking his come (the long pause required to get it to start coming out was conveniently edited out).

“Why aren’t you looking?” he laughed.

“It’s too close!” you whined. “I don’t want to see it that up close!”

“I see it that up close all the time,” he grinned. “You have a beautiful pussy— especially full of my come like it’s meant to be. Makes me want to get a taste.”

He licked his lips playfully and your face got hot just from the memory of those times he ate you out after already coming inside you; it was just the right balance of intimate and filthy to make you impossibly flustered.

Thankfully the end of the video gave you an excuse to change the subject as you picked up the remote.

“I think it turned out pretty great!” you smiled at him after you turned the TV off.

“Maybe you and I are slightly biased,” Niki mitigated.

“Sure, but fifty bucks says they’re gonna want another scene with us any minute now,” you winked, sitting up and swinging your leg over to straddle him as he looked up at you and held your waist gently.

“I’ll take that bet,” he smiled.

“But would you take the offer? I mean, if they asked us to do another?”

“Of course,” he nodded. “Wouldn’t you?”

You chewed your lip for a second as you thought about it. “I think so. But there’s something kinda weird about it.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, I know it’s sort of ridiculous since people see me have sex, and people see you have sex, and now people are probably somewhere around the world watching us have sex right now— but, when I think about how we are together, alone, for real… I’m not sure how I feel about people seeing that.”

He pulled you a little closer, sliding his hands up your legs and pushing his shirt that you were wearing out of the way carefully. “I can understand that. But it wouldn’t be like when we’re alone… we can keep a lot of things just between us.”

“Yeah, like what?” you pressed, helping him take the shirt off so you were only in your panties.

“All sorts of things,” he answered cryptically as he pulled your hips down to press against his, making you gasp at the feeling of how hard he was. Admittedly, watching your first time with him on the video got you pretty worked up as well, so no judgment. “Tell me what worries you and I’ll make you feel better, Liebling.”

“You’re pretty invested in getting this sequel made,” you noticed with a laugh, “are you that curious what happened to the poor, mistreated housewife and her plumber lover?”

“No, no, if we did another it wouldn’t be a fake storyline. It would just be us.”

Something about the way he said us made your heart clench in the best way.

“Maybe I just want the world to see how I feel about you,” he offered.

“And what feeling is that, horny?” you joked, and he smiled for a moment before suddenly getting more serious.

“No, not exactly… well, yes, but much more than that…”

You waited for him to continue, moaning softly as his hands rubbed your thighs and his lips and tongue delicately teased your collarbone.

“I lied, Liebling,” he mumbled against your skin, “I didn’t fall for you while you were on your knees that day, as incredible as that was.”

“Really?” you hummed, hoping there was a second half to this story.

“Yes,” he answered. “The truth is, I was in love with you from the moment you opened that door.”

Your breath caught; that was a new word for you, and not just in this relationship. You leaned back to break his lips away from your neck and meet his soft gaze. “Niki, I… do you really love me?”

“If this isn’t love, I don’t know what could be,” he explained. “We go to work and sex is just a job, but then I come home to you and I understand now why there are so many songs about love and wanting to be with someone. I didn’t see sex as an expression of love before, but it is with you— it must be.”

Your hands held his face as he looked up at you, and you smiled down at him. “Of course it is, and I love you, too,” you whispered before pressing your lips on his gently.

It didn’t stay too gentle for long though: soon it was needy and filled with sighs and heavy breaths, even if it was still patient and relatively slow. He stood up and lifted you with him, carrying you both to the bed where you fell in together.

“I’m gonna make you come until you can’t walk,” he promised with a smug little grin, “and I want you to tell me you love me again every single time.”

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queensoybean0724 · 3 years

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Succession Chapter 17 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 17

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (spanking, cunnilingus, handcuffs, restraints, blindfolding, P in V, creampie, unprotected sex *wrap it up kids* )

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary. While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village. This is a work of fiction. Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter 17

“Are there any clothes of yours that you would like me to wash?”

You were on your knees by the dirty pile of clothes next to your suitcases. It had been slowly growing as the days went by and you needed to get them clean. The shirt and jeans you wore were the only decent clothes you had, and even that was suspect seeing as they smelled of cigar smoke and various other odors from the factory.

“You do know that there is a laundry machine, right? You don’t actually have to wash them by hand…” Heisenberg remarked, taking steps towards you on the floor, a cup of coffee in hand. He felt tired after only a small amount of sleep the night before. But it was nobody’s fault but his own. The constant fucking and his inability to keep his hands off you were hindering his sleep schedule.

“Really?” you said, looking up at him, “oh wow, I just assumed…”

“...being a Lord in a small village has its perks,” Heisenberg quipped, “...it’s an older model, but it still does the trick.”

“Well, what I said still holds. I can wash your clothes along with mine,” you offered.

He smiled at you. “I don’t expect you to do anything for me, dollface. We can wash our respective clothes together.”

You shrugged your shoulders in agreement and gathered the dirty clothes in your arms, standing to your feet. “Okay, let’s go!”

Heisenberg finished his coffee and set the mug down on the table, removing his sunglasses. You could barely see his eyes under his wide brimmed hat, but what you could see of them gleamed in mischief. Oh, shit, what did he have planned now?

“We can do that later,” Heisenberg murmured, taking a step closer to you, “but now...I’m calling in my favor…”

“What favor?” you asked suspiciously.

“Oh come on,” Heisenberg scoffed, “don’t tell me you forgot. A few days ago when I took you to see Moreau...you said if I accompanied you, that you would make it up to me…”

Your throat went dry. Your fingers dug into the clothes piled up in your arms. Realization, a bit of dread, and a twinge of excitement started in your body. You did say that you would do anything to make up for it. But with Heisenberg and that mischievous smirk on his lips, that could mean anything.

“What do you have in mind?” you asked hesitantly.

“Oh, pussycat...you have no idea. Put those clothes back on the floor…”

You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat, turned, and let the pile fall to the floor next to your things. Turning back to Heisenberg, you watched him remove his hat and put it on the table. His trenchcoat was next. He tossed it across one of the chairs.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered as he unbuttoned his shirt. You stood there dumbfounded for a second as you watched him untuck his shirts, letting the buttoned-up one slide down his arms. He reached for his undershirt, pulling it off overhead. The objects around his neck clattered noisily as he set them on the table.

“I said, take off your clothes…” he repeated, his voice low and menacing.

You quickly jerked out of your stunned ogling and began to unzip your pants, not wanting to try his patience.. Heisenberg grinned as he unbuckled his belt, pulling it from the loops of his pants. He folded the belt and grabbed each end in his hands, making it snap noisily. You jumped at the loud noise and he laughed.

“Oh, I am going to have so much fun with you…” he promised. Your heart raced in your chest. You felt equal parts apprehension and excitement. He was intelligent and creative...the possibilities that this favor held were endless…

He watched as you finished removing your clothes and you stood before him naked. His tongue slid along his lips as he stepped towards you. You looked up into his eyes as he slowly moved to your left, circling your body. He looked you up and down, admiring every inch of you. His belt touched your skin and you yelped. Heisenberg chuckled.

“Bend over the bed, your hands pressed to the sheets,” he commanded, sliding his belt up your spine. An exhilarated thrill surged through you and you turned to the bed, bending forward from your hips. Heisenberg took the belt and let it roam along your ass. You bit your bottom lip, wondering what he had in store for you.

You didn’t have long to wait as his belt came down across your ass, giving you a swift spank. A shriek escaped your mouth and Heisenberg laughed. “Did that scare you, pussycat?” he asked playfully. You exhaled and turned your face to look at him. He stood there with his folded belt in his hands, an amused smile on his face. His shirtless torso showed off his toned chest and stomach, making him look every bit the dangerous dominant man he was.

“Karl...please, do it again,” you murmured. With a low growl, he brought the belt down again. The spanks stung as they connected to your ass, him waiting momentarily in between. The pain was brief before giving way to pleasure. You felt his hand caress your cheeks, squeezing each in his grasp.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N,” Heisenberg marveled, placing one hand on the small of your back as he spanked you. You moaned loudly, lifting your gaze upwards. After every couple of hits, he would rub and massage your ass, making sure you were okay. Your skin reddened and was hot to the touch. His gaze looked over your body, watching as you shivered at the blows of the belt. Your moans and whimpers were like music to his ears. And he wasn’t done with you yet.

“Lie on your back on the bed, your head on the pillow,” he ordered.

You followed his command, unable to hide the excitement on your face. Heisenberg noticed and laughed. “Oh, you are enjoying this, aren’t you, pussycat?” he marveled. He walked to the head of the bed and bent down. The familiar jangling of chains made your eyes go wide.

Heisenberg stood up with the makeshift handcuffs in his grasp. You looked up at him, his eyes boring holes into yours. Without a word, he took the cuffs and wrapped the headboard railing with the chains, looping them around and around until they were tight.

“Give me your hands,” he ordered. One by one, you lifted your wrists and let him restrain you with the cuffs. Your heart pounded and your mouth was dry. There had been several nights in the past that you had entertained the fantasy of a man handcuffing you to a bed and raining down torturous pleasure so intense that it made you go insane...you couldn’t think of any other man that you wanted to submit to like this but Karl Heisenberg.

“Oh, fuck…” you moaned as Heisenberg’s fingers slid down your forearm and tricep. He trailed his fingers down your body to your feet, slowly walking along the bed. Your skin shivered and peppered with goosebumps. This man knew just how to touch you. In the short time you two had been fucking, he memorized every spot that made you whimper and every move that had you crying out in ecstasy.

He pulled his hand away and went to your suitcase, rifling through your things.

“What are you doing?” you asked, lifting your head to look at him.

“Looking for this,” he replied, standing straight, a scarf in his hand. You released a breath as he sat on the edge of the bed next to you. Leaning forward, he took the scarf and covered your eyes, tying it behind your head.

“Karl…” you whispered, gripping the chains of the handcuffs. He adjusted the scarf over your face so that you couldn’t see anything. You were bound and blindfolded, completely at his mercy. The arousal that swirled in your belly was astronomical.

“Let me know at any time if you want me to stop,” Heisenberg said, “if it gets to be too much, tell me. I don’t want to do anything you aren’t comfortable with…”

“For fuck’s sake, Karl, please don’t stop!” you whined, pushing your hips upwards, “this is so fucking hot…”

Heisenberg laughed and stood to his feet. You heard the zipper of his pants and the sound of him kicking off his boots. The shuffling of fabric followed by the drop of the remainder of his clothing met your ears. How desperate you were to look at him standing naked before you. You wanted to see his muscles flex, you wanted to feel his body under your hands, and you wanted to watch his face contort as he fucked you.

The mattress dipped under his weight as he spread your legs. He lifted your right leg, his hand circling your ankle. You sucked in a breath and released an anguished moan at the feel of his lips kissing down your calf. Wetness slipped from your pussy and dripped onto the sheets. The man’s soft lips coupled with the roughness of his beard made your senses go into overdrive.

His lips kissed to the back of your knee and his tongue licked lazily along the skin. You arched your back and groaned. The area was sensitive and erogenous. You didn’t know that it was a place on your body that could elicit such pleasure.

“Karl...please…” you mewled. Your body writhed in waves as he kissed down your inner thigh.

“I meant it when I said I wanted to kiss and lick every inch of your skin, Y/N…” Heisenberg said, “...I could devour your flesh, suck the sweat off and drink it…”

You felt like you were on the verge of insanity by the time he kissed down between your legs. His hand gripped the outer thigh of your leg, spreading it wide as he kissed along your pussy lips.

“God dammit, Karl, please...I need it...I can’t take anymore…” you pleaded, bucking your hips upwards impatiently. Heisenberg simply chuckled as he took his other hand and placed the lightest of touches on the tip of your clit.

You let out an anguished squeal, grinding your head back into the pillow. His kisses and touches were surprising and unexpected. You took advantage of your sense of sight before, always being able to know when and where he would touch you...but in that moment everything was unknown, surprising, and agonizing.

“This pretty clit…” Heisenberg said teasingly, looking up your body as he continued to lightly graze it with the pad of his finger, “...how desperate are you for me to touch it...to kiss it...to wrap my lips around it and suck?”

The scarf soaked up your frustrated tears. The chains clattered noisily against the headboard as you bucked and writhed on the bed. “Please, Karl...I’m begging you...please…”

“Mmmmm pussycat...I love it when you beg…”

His tongue snaked out and circled your clit. He lifted your thighs over his shoulders, holding your hips down with both hands. Your hips trembled and shook, desperate to ride his face. His grip of your hips was firm, keeping you pressed to the bed, unable to move for any kind of friction. You were completely at his mercy.

“Oh god Karl...oh fuck...yes...yes...keep licking my cunt…” you pleaded. He chuckled as his tongue flicked slowly at your clit, looking up at you twisting and struggling for relief from his torture. His cock was rock hard and desperate to fuck you. Fantasies of you being cuffed to his bed while he fucked you had been flowing through his mind since he first restrained you. At that time, it was to ensure you wouldn’t run away, but this...this is what he wanted from the moment he laid eyes on you. You, submissive, desperate, and begging for him…

He finally gave you what you wanted and started sucking hard on your clit.

“KARL!!!!” you screamed, your legs quaking on either side of his head. Your thighs squeezed his face and he became feral, licking and devouring the most sensitive part of you.

The echoes of your pleasure reverberated in his room. He growled deeply, continuing his assault on your pussy.

“Karl...oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum...I’m gonna fucking cum...please, Karl...please…”

He held you to the bed and continued sucking...more...more...more...until you felt the world stop. Your mouth flew open and you screamed as you came ferociously and intensely. Heisenberg’s mouth left your clit as he laughed triumphantly, prolonging your orgasm with his fingers, applying pressure and rubbing. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head under the scarf, aftershocks shaking your body in waves.

“Good girl...good fucking girl…” Heisenberg marveled. Your arms hung limp from the handcuffs, sweat forming at your brow. He kissed up your quivering stomach to your breasts, cupping both in his hands. He kissed your soft skin, moving to your nipple. Your legs wrapped around his waist as his tongue traced the hardened peak, flicking and sucking.

“Karl…” you moaned, your hips arching to his body. Your orgasm was intense and incredible and already you wanted another one. You wanted him inside of you, to grip his cock and pulse around him. He had given you insurmountable pleasure and you desperately wanted to return the favor.

“Fuck me, Karl…” you begged, grinding your hips upwards, “...please...I want to make you cum...let me make you cum…”

“Oh, Y/N...I love it when you talk dirty…”

He continued kissing your breast, palming and squeezing, as his other hand went to his cock, teasing along your wet pussy. You cursed loudly and wriggled your hips, which made him laugh harder. “You are quite greedy, dollface…” he marveled, “...yes...so greedy...bound and writhing on my bed...I ought to keep you like this forever…”

You bit your lip and whimpered as he sucked on your nipple, sinking his teeth into your flesh. You were going to go insane if he didn’t fuck you soon.

Heisenberg sat up and inched closer between your legs. Sitting back on his heels, he pushed the tip of his cock into your wet cunt.

“Karl!!” you shouted, feeling equal parts relief and dread...relief that he was inside of you and dread that there would be too much time between then and your next orgasm.

Heisenberg gripped your hips and pulled you forward to meet his thrusts. He pumped deeper into you, his hands holding you flush against him. Your breasts bounced with the force of his movement. You clenched around his cock, going tight and pulsing rhythmically, which seemed to please him as evidence from the throaty growls coming from him.

“Fuck...fuck...oh god dammit, Y/N...take my cock…” he moaned. He took in the sight of you: your fingers wrapped around the chains, your tits heaving, your thighs quivering around his body, and those sweet, cock hardening moans that flew from your mouth. You were a vision...a fucking goddess.

“Karl...don’t stop...I want you...I want to make you cum...oh fuck, please…”

His right hand slid up your stomach to your breast, squeezing and slapping it. You shrieked at the sudden mixture of pleasure and pain. “That’s it, baby...let me hear you...you filthy fucking little girl…”

You were close. Heisenberg’s hands all over your body turned you on more than anything you had experienced before. His lips and talented tongue could make you sell your soul for one last orgasm. All you wanted was him and he was all you would ever want for the rest of your life.

“I’m gonna cum, Karl...please cum with me...cum inside of me…”

Heisenberg leaned over you and swiftly pulled the scarf from your head. It took a second for you to adjust to the light before your gaze settled on him. His body pressed to yours, his hips hammering down on top of you. His arms pushed under your shoulders and his hands went to the back of your head, making you focus on him.

“Look at me, Y/N...look at me when you cum…” he commanded. Your clit was trapped against his skin, providing perfect friction along with his cock rocking back and forth inside of you. It felt overpowering, devastating, and unbearable. This orgasm was going to destroy the both of you.

“Karl...I’m...I’m...gonna…” you screamed, your eyes wide, never leaving his gaze.

“Tell me...tell me you’re gonna cum...cum for me, Y/N...cum hard…” he yelled, his lips hovering over yours. You wanted to toss your head back, but his hands on the back of your head kept you still; you had no choice but to stare into the eyes of your executioner.

“I’m cumming...Karl...KARL, OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING!!”

Your body flailed under him, your orgasm so violent that you bucked his body on top of yours. Heisenberg shot his hot cum deep inside of you as you came around his prick. Both of you moaned and yelled loudly, so loudly that you felt as if the whole village could hear you. His hips continued to fuck you into the bed, eager to prolong your orgasm. His lips clamped over yours, kissing you deeply. You returned the kiss, your tongue voracious in his mouth.

His hips slowed their movements as he lowered his face between your breasts, kissing as much of your skin as he could. “You’re gonna be the death of me, pussycat…” he marveled. You laughed breathlessly, lifting your arms in the chains. You winced feeling how tender your wrists were, not realizing how hard you were tugging on them.

“Karl...my wrists…” you whispered. He lifted his head and inspected the handcuffs, seeing the beginnings of red marks on your wrists. He unlocked the cuffs and wrapped his arms around you, rolling onto his back, pulling you with him.

Your head fell to his chest, too weak to do anything. Both of your arms hung on either side of his body. His hands caressed your hair, moving down the nape of your neck and up and down your back. You smiled and melted into him.

“My sweet dollface,” Heisenberg praised, “...mine...all mine…”

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justonemorechapternicercy · 3 years

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ALSO sending the last ask, I actually saw your pinned post aaand can I puppy-dog-eye my way into a Halloween themed Malace maybe? Magnus' masked Halloween party, featuring a cute puppy?

Not as Halloween-y as I would have liked, but oh, well... :P (You will have to wait for the other you asked for :P That is... well, I have plans for it u.u)

When Jace dressed up as a puppy for the Halloween party, trying to seduce the handsome warlock and the perfect parabatai he wanted so much, he didn't expect this.

He was hoping for eyes burning with lust, seething jealousy for daring to flirt with others, hungry kisses shared on the dancefloor, and lots of kinky, passionate sex in the luxurious bedroom.

Not... Not this.

When he arrived at the loft, where Magnus’ usual Halloween party was organized, everything seemed promising. The whole loft was wrapped into darkness; the colorful, magical sparkles and mists only gave out limited light. He could almost feel the loud, yet mystical, enthralling sound of the music, created by Magnus’ compositor friend only for this night. The slutty puppy costume he wore as an acknowledgment and acceptance for all of the teasings he received from the pair for behaving like an excitable puppy turned many heads towards him. Especially the heads of those two he planned to seduce for the night.

Looking over them, he licked his lips. His parabatai and his boyfriend wore a less revealing, but just as interesting matching outfit. Alec, over his usual black clothes, wore a simple red leather jacket, that strangely made him even more delectable. Magnus, on the other hand, went all out: red, velvety suit accentuated with black lace, high collar decorated with black feathers, head, neck, and hands full of heavy, silver accessories. The perfect Once Upon a Time couple, if Jace was not mistaken.

Their eyes immediately found him, taking his figure, his clothes - or lack of thereof - with a famished look on their faces. They kept him captivated, pulling him closer like the opposite poles of magnets. He resisted, of course, wanting to attract them to him. He took a glass of something alcoholic, and after swallowing it without tasting it, the pulse of the music lead him to the dancefloor, surrounded by people decidedly not the two people he wanted. People, who could not keep their hands to themselves.

But, it was part of the plan: making the pair so jealous so they would have no other option than finally end all of their misery and fuck him so hard he would remember even when the two of them left him for good.

It...

Did not go according to the plan.

They were jealous, all right. The green-eyed monster was a good look on them; he felt so good knowing that they really wanted him. Without even a word, even excusing themselves from the party, they pulled him out of the crowd and ushered him to their bedroom, closing and locking up the door behind themselves, shutting out the outside noises. The sudden silence was deafening.

The first part of his plan worked - they behaved as he dreamed of. The three of them, alone. The next steps should have worked just fine, but-

Nothing happened.

Fucking him senseless?! Tying him to the bed, or spanking him for being a bad puppy?! Ordering him not to touch himself while Alec rode Magnus like there was no tomorrow?! Stuffing him full from both ends?!

No. Nothing like that.

What he got instead was-

Love.

Alec gently sat him down on their beds, snuggling closer to him, while Magnus made sure nobody would interrupt their time with their lovable puppy, by not just locking the door with a key, but with magic as well. They did not want anything to interrupt their time with their puppy.

Their puppy, who needed to be reminded of something.

"You worth so much more than this," Alec said finally before the silence could turn into suffocating, instead of just confusing. Jace glanced at him, puzzled. Worth more than what?

"You deserve respect, care, love... Not grubby hands taking what is not theirs," Magnus added, but Jace still felt disoriented. What happened with the plan?

Why were they talking about respect? Love? About caring for him? Why-?

His mind was full of mixed thoughts and unnamed emotions, not believing what was happening. He loved them, all of his heart, but he never expected that they would care for him like this. He was so sure that their night would be just that. A night. Not something entirely else. Dreamed of? Yes. Hoped for? Also yes. But logically thinking about the chance of this happening? No.

Never.

Yet, there he was, sitting between the pair's loving embrace, feeling inadequate, and so ready to run. Run from them, from their emotions... From his emotions. This was not what he signed up for. This was... This was scary. Scarier than any foe, any uncertainty, any unexpected trauma he faced before.

But before he could move even a muscle, his literal soulmate, the only person who knew him better than he knew himself, gently took his hands into his. Pulling them up to his lips, he pressed a kiss to each knuckle, his calloused fingers caressing Jace's sensitive skin on his wrist, his expressive, adoring eyes holding the blond captive.

"This is a promise," Magnus' voice purred into his ear. Jace didn’t even notice when he got closer, but now every cell of his body paid attention to the warlock sitting behind him, almost enveloping his smaller frame. "A promise of our eternal adoration."

Jace felt himself shivering. He felt like he was the deer looking into the speeding headlights, ready to be run over, not capable of moving his muscles.

Hands still in Alec's palm, the black-haired Shadowhunter dragged his lips along the side of Jace's palm, until he reached the thin, sensitive skin on his inner wrist, pressing a sweet kiss over the rapidly pulsing artery.

Magnus lightly grazed his neck with a finger, leaning closer to his ear, breathing in the sweet scent of the blonde Shadowhunter. "Kissing someone's wrist is a sign of affection," the warlock whispered. Lips still pressed to the vulnerable skin, Alec could feel Jace's heartbeat speeding up, and as the blush blooming on his cheeks darkened, he wanted nothing more than be the reason for Jace's excitement for the rest of their lives.

"It is the sign of our passion for you," Magnus added, then lightly nibbed on the blond's ear, teasing it with small bites and sweet kisses. "This one is for teasing - teasing a lover, to show that not everything has to be serious. That we will bring playfulness into your life."

"Am I not playful enough already?" Jace tried to joke, but it fell flat as his mind was so clouded with confusion, hope, and want. Magnus still chuckled, the sound so close to his ear felt like loving fingers caressed his whole body.

"You are. You are our playful little puppy," Alec murmured, pressing a soft little kiss on the tip of Jace's nose. The blonde blushed so prettily, the red color spread all over his cheeks, neck, and even his chest. He may have planned to have kinky sex, which would not have made him embarrassed, but this?

This was new for him. Unknown territory.

"And what does this mean?" He asked, voice cracking.

"Sweet, innocent adoration," Alec explained, while Magnus traced down the redness with his finger, making Jace almost losing his mind. The mixture of arousing touches and sweet words felt too much, yet, at the same time, not enough. He wanted to run, away from his feeling, from their feelings, yet he wanted to stay. To bask in their love, to be surrounded by them.

"Alec," he breathed. He didn’t know what he wanted, but he knew Alec would know. He always knew.

Without conscious thought, he closed his eyes, giving an opening for Magnus, to peck his eyelids, first on the left and then on the right. "This means devotion. That we cherish you and want to protect you from everything. We know that you can protect yourself, but we want to love you. Take care of you," Alec whispered.

The whine that came out of Jace was suspiciously puppy-like. He felt like he was floating. He wanted more-

No. He needed more!

He tried leaning forward, to kiss Alec, but Magnus' embrace pulled him back before he could reach his target. Thankfully, he was not long without another teasing kiss, now pressed on his naked shoulder. Magnus' facial hair left a red mark in his wake, making Jace wishing for more.

More kisses, more marks, more-!

"A shoulder kiss is a promise for more," Alec smirked, winking at Jace, but before the blond could think of anything with his slow, foggy mind, his parabatai's lips found a sensitive spot on his neck.

A loud moan tore from Jace. His head rolled back, helping Alec to find a better position, jaw slack, eyes glassy with pleasure. He felt teeth marring into his skin, not tearing, just holding, worrying - working on leaving a mark that would show everybody that Jace was theirs.

"Possessiveness," explained Magnus, leaving his own mark against Jace's skin. The blonde Shadowhunter floating in ecstasy looked utterly debauched, making it almost impossible to resist him. But it was not the time for it - not yet. They had one last kiss to share with him.

"This," Alec took Jace's right hand into his," is a promise. No, not even a promise. This is a fact," he said almost ominously. If the blonde would have had more brainpower to think about these words, he might have found them confusing and strange, but as he was halfway gone, he could only stare at his parabatai in awe.

"A kiss on the palm means," Magnus continued, taking his left hand, then pressing a feather-soft, almost not-there kiss to the center of Jace's palm. "My heart... Our hearts are in your hand."

"You have our heart. You have had it since the beginning, and you will have it until you decide you don't want them anymore," Alex finished with a last kiss on Jace's palm.

The silence that fell on the room was heavy, yet neither of them tried to break it. The pair already said what they wanted, and the blonde man, dressed as a puppy?

He had important things to wrap his head around. But one thing he was sure of: he would guard their hearts they offered him as an overprotective dragon forever. They were his - and he was theirs.

#gen's halloween fun #gen's prompt game #magnus bane #alec lightwood #jace wayland #malace #magnus x alec x jace #phoe 💕#shadowhunters

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dangerouscommiesubversive · 3 years

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because i was a fool for loving her over you (and if i call i really hope you’ll call me ‘cause i’m not over you)

Fandom: Choujin Sentai Jetman

Characters: Tendou Ryuu, Yuki Gai, Rokumeikan Kaori, Hayasaka Ako

Song: “Empress,” Morningsiders (playlist here)

Note: Alternate title for this story is “The Jetman Trap (1992) starring Hayasaka Ako”

Directly following the defeat of the Vyram there are several days of frantic, exhausted reports and debriefings and meetings, some of which take place in hospital rooms where the various team members are receiving medical care, and then once those are done there is a month total, blissful peace. The Jetmen return to their homes to rest and recuperate. Raita is able to begin the spring planting, Ako to consider and then reject university entrance exams, Ryuu to mourn the second death of his first love, Gai to brush up on his saxophone in preparation for going back to his usual occupation, and Kaori to spend a day with her parents for the first time in ages. Perhaps they’ll be called upon to save the world again, but hopefully not.

At the end of that month, though, comes a strange moment of confluence as in a sumptuous mansion, in a mediocre bar, in a sparsely-decorated military apartment, three people find themselves staring into space and sighing heavily as they murmur, “Well, I screwed that up.”

---

Gai is there when Ryuu finally asks Kaori to dinner, and he’s mature enough by now to admit that it stings somewhat to hear, just as he’s still immature enough to find Ryuu’s gut-punched expression when she turns him down a little bit funny.

“Why?” Ryuu manages to stammer out after a moment, and then he visibly backpedals—“which is to say, of course if you don’t want to I respect that.”

She folds her arms across her chest. “Why now?”

“Well, I, I…I just realized that I’ve wasted so much time on obsessing over the past that I never actually gave…other options…any fair consideration. And because I like you, Kaori, you’re a dear friend, and I’d like to have dinner with you.”

“Well, I’m not interested in being your runner-up.” And that haughty little chin tilt, the one she doesn’t actually pull out too often, and Gai is trying not to eavesdrop, really he is, but she’s just so wonderful to watch when she decides to put the rich blood on. “Ask me again when you want me and aren’t just ‘giving me fair consideration,’” with a hand gesture that manages to indicate quotation marks while concealing how hurt she actually looks.

Then she leaves, and Ryuu stares after her until she’s out of sight before turning to Gai and saying, sounding bewildered, “I did something wrong there, didn’t I. You heard all that, right? Did I do something wrong there?”

Gai takes a sip of his drink—a soda water, he’s trying to drink less alcohol. “I think you might have messed up a little, yeah. Nobody likes to feel like they’re a fallback option.”

---

Ryuu is there when Kaori asks Gai to try meeting her parents again, and it’s a little painful to hear, but not as much as the hissing argument that it devolves into. Nothing that either of them says is untrue, but all of it is put unkindly, two injured people cutting further pieces out of each other in the hopes that it might make everything more even. He’s unexpectedly hurt by the realization that they slept together, probably more than once, even though they’re both mature adults and certainly didn’t need to consult him about it.

Of course, in the end, Gai is the one who stalks off, mouth tight and brow furrowed, and Ryuu almost chases after him—but that would mean leaving Kaori by herself. She stares after Gai for a moment, looking forlorn, and then turns and buries her face in Ryuu’s chest and bursts into tears. “I don’t know what I did wrong,” she sobs, and he pats her shoulder awkwardly and offers reassurances that he’s not sure he means.

“It’s all right,” he says, staring over her head in the direction Gai went and trying not to focus too much on the warmth of her body pressed up against his. “I’m sure you’ll get another chance to talk things out with him.”

---

Things are still very busy on the farm, so Raita’s not with them, but the other four meet up at a park as the weather starts to warm up. Ako and Kaori are sitting together sharing a thermos of tea and a basket of cookies while Ryuu and Gai play catch when Ako says, “So how are things with you guys?”

Kaori blinks down into her cup and says, carefully, “It’s a bit lonely without the team all together, but I’ve been doing well, thank you. How is school? You’re graduating soon, right?”

“I am, but you know that’s not what I was asking. How are things with you three. You and Ryuu and Gai.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, don’t give me that, you totally know what I mean.” Ako shoves an entire cookie into her mouth, chews, swallows, and continues with her mouth still partially full. “Honestly if I didn’t already like girls better I think watching you three would have made me prefer them, guys just seem like a hassle.”

Kaori does not choke on her tea, but only through main force. “You like girls?”

“Don’t you? I mean, have you seen girls?”

“I…I suppose I’ve never considered it.”

“Huh. Well, anyway, girls are amazing, not the point, I’m worried about you guys. Which one of them do you actually like?”

Kaori doesn’t answer, she just stares down at her hands.

Ako’s eyes go wide. “Ohhh. It’s like that.”

“What, what do you mean, it’s like what?”

“Have Ryuu and Gai figured out that they’re in love yet or are they still being dumb boys about it?”

“Have—Ryuu and Gai are what?”

“Come on, you have to have noticed.”

Kaori looks over at where Ryuu and Gai have abandoned their game and are sprawled on the ground side by side, catching their breath. Their hands just barely touch, there in the grass, and. She knows. She does know. She’s known for ages now. She’s just been pretending not to, because it hurts to be certain that in the end she won’t ever be the one. But all she says is, “Oh.”

Ako nods, looking unwholesomely knowing for someone who’s not even out of high school, and eats another cookie.

---

“Hey,” Ako says over the phone, “can I introduce you to a friend of mine?”

Kaori thinks about it for a long, long moment, and then says, “Yes, I would like that.”

---

Ryuu says, “I don’t really think I’m ready to try to meet someone new yet, but…sure.”

---

Gai says, “My number isn’t listed, how did you even get it? Don’t answer that, I don’t want to know what you get up to. Yeah, why not.”

---

None of them quite process what she’s done to them until they’re all seated at the restaurant and a waiter is approaching with a telephone to inform them that they’ve received a call. Ryuu is the one who answers, and he doesn’t even start with a greeting, he just says, “Ako, I hope you can understand that I’m a little upset with you right now.”

“You’ll get over it,” she says cheerfully, her voice tinny through the phone receiver. “I hear that restaurant’s really nice, anyway, I hope you three have a good dinner!”

“Don’t hang up, Gai wants to speak to you.”

Gai takes the phone and says, in the most affectionate, big-brotherly voice he can summon, “Ako, you’re a horrible brat and the next time I see you I’m going to spank you because clearly your parents never did it enough.”

“I love you too, and you’ll have to catch me first. Is it Kaori’s turn to be mad at me now?”

Kaori does take the phone, but all does is say, stiffly, “Goodbye, Ako,” and then hang up, turning as she does to smile at the waiter (who is doing his best to not look interested) and say, “If we could have ice water, please, we’ll need a few minutes before we’re ready to order.”

An uncomfortable beat after the waiter leaves, in which they all keep glancing at each other and then looking away, before Ryuu said, “So are we ordering? Or are we all just leaving? Because I want to say we leave, but honestly I’m hungry.”

Gai pinches the bridge of his nose. “Lady’s choice, I guess. I need a drink, but I can get that anywhere.”

They turn to her, and she looks between the two of them, how they incline ever so slightly towards each other even as they’re also inclining towards her, and how could she choose? Even if she did want to separate them when they were clearly so perfect for each other, how could she pick one and leave the other?

Ako’s knowing voice echoes in her head. “Ohhh. It’s like that.”

Oh, says her heart. It’s like that.

She covers her face with her hands, not crying, because everything makes sense in a way that she’s not entirely prepared for and if she starts crying now then she may never stop. “I think,” she says into her palms, breath not hitching, she is speaking so evenly that they certainly won’t be able to tell how overwhelmed she is, “I think, I think we should order dinner, and I think we all need to talk.”

Ryuu and Gai both speak at the same time, and what they both say is, “Whatever you say, Kaori.”

---

“So that sounds like it went well,” Kyoko says, not looking up from where she’s hunting through her box of nail polish. “Which one of them threatened to spank you? Was it the hot one with the motorcycle? He seems like he’d be into that.”

“Kyoko!” Ako throws a pillow at her. “Don’t be gross, he didn’t even mean it like that.”

“What? I’m not saying I want him to spank me, I’m just saying he seems like that kind of guy. There we go.” She lifts a bottle of deep blue polish out of the box. “You want your fingers and toes to match, or do I need to find another color too?”

---

The next morning the phone in Ako’s little apartment rings, and when she picks it up, Gai just starts in with, “Look, threat rescinded, but don’t do that to me ever again.”

She giggles. “So did you have a nice time? I hope you were safe.”

Sputtering on the other end of the line. “You’ve got a dirty mind for a kid. Nothing happened. We talked.”

“All night? I can hear Kaori’s voice. And Ryuu’s. Who was in the middle?”

“Threat unrescinded, you’re going to catch it the next time I see you.” And in the background, Kaori’s joyful laughter, Ryuu asking where the coffee is, something muffled from Gai as he definitely covers the receiver for a moment, and then, “Thank you. Stay out of my love life from now on, you’re a nightmare.”

Ako says, “Love you too, Gai. Tell the other two I say hi,” and then drops the phone back onto its cradle. A moment to just grin smugly at nothing, and then she whirls around to shout, gleefully, “Kyoko! I didn’t screw it up!”

#tendou ryuu #yuki gai #rokumeikan kaori #hayasaka ako #fanfiction #30 day shuffle challenge

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clonewarslover55 · 4 years

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Commander Bacara relationship headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

Here are some headcanons nobody asked for!!

Note: There are no gifs of him on this hell site. The only one I found is of his fucking boots. If you don’t know what this hottie looks like please look him up

SFW

Bacara is the strong silent type

He’s also seen as a loner

He will not talk to you unless he has to. So getting this man to just talk to you is a challenge

When you first hear his voice you’re surprised that it’s deeper and rougher than other clones

But! Bacara is a Marine! This means he’s very cocky(Just like Marines here in America! No offense, but I’m right)

This means if you challenge Bacara, or ask him about something badass he did, he’ll talk to you

Bacara especially loves to be challenged in fitness and such

We all know Bacara has railguns, so he can probably bench press you plus a lot more

He’s beefier than some other clones, and it’s all muscle. He weightlifs a LOT.

If you watch him workout he shows off, but he won’t admit it

That’s how he flirts. He shows off. He will not flirt in any other way

When he’s shirtless you get a good view of his tattoo sleeves.

The tattoos are wavy and spider web like as they run down his arms, with very detailed patterns in them. They connect at his shoulders and turn into a tattoo that traces his spine

Most of his tattoos are death related, so that says a lot about his personality. One of his tattoos is a shattered clone trooper helmet with the skull visible, a droid head beside it.

You also quickly notice that both of his ears are pierced twice, with black studs

If you do somehow get Bacara into a relationship with you it’ll be hard

He seems generally disinterested in everything, so reading him is difficult.

He doesn’t seem to give a flying fuck about anything, so you didn’t know if he actually liked you at first

Bacara isn’t a fan of the streets of Coruscant. He’d much rather be sleeping or lifting weights

When he does get time for leave he hates leaving the barracks, but he will come over to your place

Once you invite him over once he officially lives there. It’s like when you feed a stray cat once, they instantly becomes yours

This means a fully armored Bacara will show up at your door at anytime, just because he can

You don’t mind because he’s an amazing cook

One time you walked into your apartment and Bacara was cooking dinner, wearing a dumb bright pink apron that said, “Kiss the cook.”

Bacara has that odd sense of humor. You know where he’ll do something absolutely hilarious while keeping a bemused look on his face.

It’s always surprising and hilarious when he does something like that

You asked him how he can cook and he said he taught himself, because he hates ration bars

Bacara is also very neat, you’re pretty sure he has mild OCD

If you touch his stack of armor he slaps your hand and stares at you till you back away

Your date nights are never going out somewhere fancy, it’s usually you two relaxing at your place

Sometimes he’ll make dinner, or you’ll just have a movie night. No matter what, Bacara will make sure the date is perfect and rememberable

You’ll have to buy him comfy clothes to sleep in because he doesn’t own any

Soft pajama pants?? Bacara loves them.

Bacara loves cuddles. He won’t admit it, even as he crawls on top of you to rest his head on your chest so he can listen to your heartbeat

He has pretty high maintenance hair that he takes pride in.

His hair is snow white and in the typical clone haircut, but with purple(Or whatever color his armor has on it) patterns shaved in on the sides

Bacara always has a five o'clock shadow, but never an actual beard

If you volunteer to help Bacara with his hair it becomes your permanent job.

He melts as you wash his hair. This leads to you two taking a lot of bubble baths together

Once you two have been in a relationship for a while he still isn’t talkative

Bacara never wants to talk about his issues, he keeps his PTSD and other issues buried deep down

He really enjoys killing, like his brother Neyo. He won’t ever tell you that though

He also seems rather cold sometimes, but he’s rarely cold around you

Bacara can be kind of mean sometimes though. He’s never aggressive or abusive, he can just be mean with his words

When he’s pissed off you know it though. His jaw clenches and he gets very tense

Bacara cusses like a sailor when he does talk, so when he’s pissed it gets worse

Calming him down is like calming down a pissed off and spooked horse. He’s big and scary, and very mad. It takes a few minutes to get him to relax

Being a Galactic Marine, he may be away for longer times

He always makes up for being gone though!

Sometimes he might bring you something he thought was cool from one of his missions

Like a pretty rock. He brings you rocks.

But other than that he never really gives you presents.

He spoils you with forehead kisses and cuddles though!

Bacara will fall in love with you pretty quickly, but he won’t say it for a while

He eventually says it while cuddling you after some intimate sex

He’ll love you till the end of his days, and that’s a promise.

NSFW

You wouldn’t think Bacara would have much experience, but you were wrong

Bacara makes you cum almost immediately, and that’s how you learned Bacara knows his stuff

He can read you like a book, so after a time or two he’ll know exactly what makes you scream

He’s still the strong silent type in bed. The only way to get him to be vocal is if he's tied up and being teased

Bacara will give you short one word orders though. His rough voice sending shivers down your spine

He loves being in control. But sometimes he will let you take the reigns

He’s a brat when you’re domming him though

Bacara is a very very patient man, so he’ll tease you and drag orgasm after orgasm from you

He loves seeing you writhe and moan underneath him

He doesn’t care how you two fuck. He’ll go fast or slow, rough or gentle. It all depends on both of your moods

Bacara will not talk about his kinks, but if you bring up yours he’d listen

He’s pretty kinky, but you’ll always have to bring up something new for you two to try

He’s surprisingly eager to try new things

You quickly learn that he loves spanking, both on you and himself

(He drinks his respect women juice so pegging)

He also loves choking

Bacara also loves to give oral, he is addicted to your taste

He often wakes you up with his very skilled mouth

The first time you give him oral he is very unsure at first

He quickly learns that he loves being in your mouth

All the clones have a breeding kink, but his is dialed down because he hates kids

So he doesn’t care if he cums inside of you or on you

His cock is very big, just like the rest of him

He loves it when you trace his muscles, most of which are covered in tattoos

Bacara is up for quickies, especially before he has to leave for a long mission

With aftercare he usually takes a hot shower or bath with you

Sometimes he will just clean you both up with a hot rag before passing out beside you

Aftercare depends on what you two do and how much energy you two have left

He loves it when you fall asleep in his muscular tattooed arms

Tags: @catsnkooks @captainrexstan @valkyrieofthehighfae @peacelandbread

#commander bacara #bacara #commander railguns #bacara and his railguns #commander bacara x reader #commander bacara x you #commander bacara x y/n

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tipsydipsydo · 4 years

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Poolside Kisses 🍹[M]

Pairing: Jimin x chubby! poc! Reader

Gender of the reader: female

Word Count: 5.6k

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Warnings: mentions of insecurities; Jiminie and his jealousy (but at the end of the fic they're talking about that); Jiminie is horny as fuck; swearing; petnames; filthy language + filthy dirty talk; praising; body-worship; teasing; edging; begging; marking; thigh-riding and thigh-fucking(?); a little bit dom-/sub-themes; a bit of spanking and pussy exhibitionism; semi-public sex (can you count fucking in your friend's house as semi-public sex?); creampie; unprotected sex (stay safe please!); mentions of aftercare

A/N: Finally, I wrote something for chubby! Readers and for poc! Reader as well. The moodboard was ready for weeks but the fic wasn't... And now it got longer than expected!

The texting with my dear @h0esvck inspired me again to write this fic here, after we talked about cute and sexy bikinis for chubby girls and how the boys could react to these swimsuits! (I really love that bikini in the moodboard💕)

Summary: Jimin said, you should pack a swimsuit into your suitcase when you're going to visit him in Korea. You thought, you'll go bathing somewhere privately, maybe just with the boys or so... and not going to a pool party of one of Jimin's Idol friends where you'll not know anybody! Since then you hate yourself that you only brought your new bikini to Korea that reveals more of your bare skin that you're used to...

Note: It's proofread but I'm sorry when there are still some typos

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Since ten minutes you've been staring at the bikini that is spread out on the bed in front of you. You try to come to a solution for the problem that has been bothering you since this morning.

When Jimin said a week ago that you should pack swimwear for your visit in Korea, you already had been a little suspicious and unsettled.

But you couldn't imagine anything else than maybe going with him and the other members to a privately rented pool. Or maybe going to a beach with them, where nobody knows them anyway, so that they don't get too much unnecessary attention.

The boys already know and love you, so they don't care much about how you look like, as long as you're happy and make Jimin happy as well.

With these thoughts, you calmed yourself a little bit down and quickly drove your worries into the last corner of your mind.

That was also the reason why you were thinking about to try something new, instead of just wearing this boring black one-piece swimsuit that you've had for the last six years.

Maybe something cute, a nice two-pieced swimsuit, something like a bikini or so, that flatters your curves and just hugs them in all the right ways. Something that makes you feel sexy and attracts Jimin's attention a bit more than usual.

The thought alone how Jimin always strips you down with his eyes when you wear something close-fitting, which emphasizes your large chest, your round butt or your juicy thighs in the right ways...

...oh god, just the thought of it makes your knees weak and your panties getting wet.

But that's not the point, you have a lot of other problems right now.

At breakfast this morning, Jimin told you for what exactly you need your swimwear. And it's nothing like you thought before, a day at the beach or at the pool and only with the other guys, no.

The real reason is, that one of Jimin's Idol Friends has his birthday today and throw a poolparty in his villa.

That's not how you imagined it...

Of course you are happy that Jimin is not shy about introducing you to all his other friends in addition to the members and showing up with you in public places.

Nevertheless, you're aware that being chubby is not one of the "desirable" standards of the beauty ideals in Korea. Plus, you're a part of people that have a colored skin tone and all of you still have to face unfortunately prejudice and racism in all corners of the world.

That doesn't mean Koreans are racists or they are going to bodyshame someone, oh hell no! But... of course there are always such kinds of worries, like that you couldn't fulfill all the expectations of his friends, ARMYs or in general the whole publicity.

But that shouldn't be your goal either. Jimin loves you the way you are and everyone else should accept and respect you as his girlfriend and thus your relationship.

Nevertheless, a dull feeling spreads out in your stomach at the thought of having to wear this two-pieced bathing suit.

You really like it and you immeaditly fell in love with this bikini when you tried it on while the shopping trip with your friends. You think that it emphatize your curvy figure wonderfully, hides your fluffy belly in a great way and still shows more skin than you are used to.

And that's exactly the point.

You would show more skin than you're actually used to, so you'd walk completely out of your well known and loved comfort zone... and now even in front of strangers you don't know at all!

Everything in you is reluctant to wear this bikini to this party. You had also thought about going on a quick shopping tour into the town this morning. Hoping to find a one-piece swimsuit that can hide your belly a little better than this bikini. But you rejected the thought so fast like it had came into your mind.

You know Seoul far too little to know, where to find the plus size clothing stores. You know they exist! After all, you had been in these shops with Jimin on your recent visits, but you have absolutely no clue where to find them. So you quickly throw this idea into your mental trash can.

So you have no choice but to put on this swimsuit here.

You sigh and look at this two-pieced bathing suit in frustration again. Why the heck were you so stupid and didn't pack both swimsuits straight away in your suitcase, then you wouldn't have this problem now! But you have no other option than to wear it, you don't want to explain to Jimin that you don't want to come to the party because of your swimsuit. He was so happy this morning to finally be able to introduce you as his girlfriend to all his other friends.

You are about to put your dress on when Jimin knocks gently on your door, the door of the guest room (which you hardly really "need" because you sleep with him in his bed all nights anyway) and asks you through the door if you're ready.

You answer him with a hasty "Yes, just give me two more minutes!" and quickly stuff your towels, a pair of fresh underwear, sunblocker and other things that maybe could be useful, into your beach bag.

You slip with your bare, dark blue painted toenails into your sandals and before you walk out of the door, you quickly fix your sun hat and sunglasses as you walk past the large full-body mirror.

You are as ready as you can be when you're going to show yourself to strangers in a swimsuit that is more skin-revealing for your usual standards.

When you open the door and give Jimin, who is standing in the hall and is waiting for you, a small smile, a bright smile spreads on his lips.

His eyes wander slowly down at your body, you don't miss how he licks his lips, which leave you even little bit embarrassed.

But he also looks so damn good in this white t-shirt that he wears, under which you already can imagine his well-built abs, together with this black, low hanging shorts and a pair of black sneakers, made of thin fabric. His outfit is so casual, but at the same time it looks so elegant on him!

"Damn, baby... you look absolutely gorgeous! You look so fantastic, to be honest I don't want to show you the others in this amazing outfit... I bet with you, that they start gawking and drooling because you are so damn sexy. I really have to be careful not to get jealous and to behave decently, so that I don’t do all these dirty fantasies that I have with you in my mind in front of other people’s eyes... ", says Jimin in a half serious, half playful tone and with a meaningful look into your eyes.

"Jimin! Don't say such things, I thought we want to go to the party of your friend!", you reply with a slightly embarrassed smile and hit him with gentle force at his right arm. He's whining a little bit, rubbing the hurting spot after your punch.

"Yes, yes! But that doesn't mean you have to hit me right away!", Jimin whines as you walk down the hall of the dorm to the front door. Like the gentleman he is, he opens the door to the passenger seat of the car dir you and let you get in with a charming smile.

On the way to the party you chat around, laughs about God knows everything and sings together to the latest summer hits that comes out of the radio. Jimin with his angelic voice and then you with your voice, that reminds you more of a screaming cat than anything else. Your boyfriend admits that you still have to practice a bit on your singing talent, but he motivates you with every new song again to sing along with him. But your exuberant, lively mood gets an unwanted damper when you turn into a street and you can already see all the countless cars parked on the roadside from the distance.

Some, like you, just seem to have arrived only a few minutes ago. When you see all these other slim, long-legged beauties in their gorgeous summer dresses or already in their bikinis outfits with these fit bodies, you swallow hard and start chewing on your lower lip. Jimin doesn't miss that.

"Baby?"

"Hm?"

"You think too much, my love. Just look at yourself, you are beautiful! And show that too, show them all how damn attractive you are. They'll love you, I promise! And if anyone giving you a weird look, this person will get a serious problem with me! Okay Darling? I love you and everybody else should know too how much you mean to me... and don't let these silly thoughts in your pretty head up there ruin the evening, okay?"

You take a deep breath and finally nod to Jimin confidently.

He is right, you are probably thinking too negative again. You should also go to this party without the prejudice, that they already dislike you for whatever reason and just think positive and enjoy the day.

"Ready, Baby?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

With a cheeky wink in your direction, Jimin gets out of the car and is fast enough at your door to open it for you again.

You roll your eyes in annoyance, but you can't help but smile.

"Jimin, that's really cute of you, but you don't always have to do that. I'm a confident, independent woman, I'm able to open the door by myself too!", you complain but have to laugh at the end of the sentences.

"Then show them with exactly this body here, how confident you are, my dear lady~", Jimin replies with a husky wisper into your ear, which let a shiver run down your back. You are only able to nod at this moment, try not to be too flustered by Jimin's sex appeal. The same person is fully aware of his influence on you and laughs contentedly as you walk together to the front door.

When the doorbell rings, it is opened by other guests who tell you and use vague hand gestures to indicate where the person, who has birthday today and is the actual party host, could be. You two thanks them and slowly find your way down to the terrace, between all of the chatting, sometimes already dancing and celebrating peoples.

It seems like you'll don't know anyone, really nobody at this party. Sometimes you only recognize some K-Pop Idols here and some other K-Drama actors and actresses there, but you don't know anybody really personally, except of Jimin.

That's why you hold his hand even more tightly, afraid of losing him in the crowd. His thumb draw gentle circles over the back of your hand, he can feel how tense you are, try his best to calm you down.

You're going to be stopped on your actual way to Jimin's Friend by some other idols or international celebrities. You have a small talk with them and you'll be greeted every time with very much enthusiasm when Jimin introduces you as his girlfriend.

You don't really know how to deal with it, least of all with their detailed gaze your body. They don't say anything and their looks are not to be rated directly as negative one, much more in curious and interested way?

But before you can start to worry too much about it, the small talk is already over and Jimin continues to guide you through the crowd to the rightful host, who is in the huge garden behind the villa.

This person greets Jimin with a buddy slap on the shoulder and pulls you into a warm hug, which you had not expected at all. You automatically stiffen up, so that the same person lets you go immediately and apologizes hastily for his inappropriate behavior.

At the same time, you want to make it clear that he didn't do anything wrong and you were just a little surprised. Now you both look at each other in an awkward silence and that makes you twoa little embarrassed, which makes Jimin laugh.

"...and may I introduce to you, that is my girlfriend Y/N."

"H-Hey Y/N! Nice to meet you! Jimin has told me so much about you and every time that happens, I got more curious to finally meet you! And when he said, that you'll be in Seoul in the week when I planned to throw my birthday party, I asked him, to please bring you here, so that I can finally get to know you in person. And when you two just showed up with holding hands, I got carried away a bit. Sorry for my overexited hug. But to Jimin's credit I can already say, that he has an exellent taste for amazing girls, like you are.", he says and gives Jimin and you a playful wink.

At this moment, a waitress with wonderfully decorated cocktails on a tray comes past you and Jimin's friend stops this person with a small gesture to give you two a cocktail of your choice. You all thank the waitress before letting her continue her round through the crowd.

Now the host returns his attention to you again.

"I am really happy that you made it to my party and that you-" at that moment he's looking at you with a big smile "... and that you have also agreed to come here! I assume that unfortunately you don't know that many guests here yet. But I can assure you, nobody will bite you here. But if somebody chat you up or so, please inform me or to the security guards, okay? Some of my guests may starts acting like the last idiots when they're drunk, but I don't let them ruin my party." The way he looks at you completely seriously and at the same time gives you an encouraging smile shows you, that he really tries his best to make you feel comfortable here.

You talk for another ten minutes or so, Jimin's friend already makes you laugh here and there with some jokes, so that you pretty fast don't feel like the "new girlfriend of his buddy" anymore. It's his charm that calms you down and you relax more and more with it. You realize, that everything isn't as terrible as you thought it would be.

To your relief, you also realize that your horror imagination is not coming true. Nobody is gawking at you like you're an exotic animal in the zoo. Nobody behaves weird around you and you haven't noticed until now that anyone starts gossiping about you or your relationship with Jimin.

Only one thing seems to be important to everyone. A great atmosphere and thus an unforgettable evening.

You are so engrossed in the conversation that you wince in surprise when someone taps your shoulder gently. You turn around and there is a girl in front of you, already in a bikini and soaking wet. She seems to have come straight out of the pool to you.

"Hey! You're... Y/N, right? I just want to ask you if you would like to come into the pool and play water volleyball with us? We need one more female player for our team, we want to beat the boys!", she says and point into the direction of the pool, where the other players wave with their hands enthusiastically and want to encourage you to play along with them.

Nevertheless, you look back at Jimin, still a little bit uncertain. Your boyfriend gives you an encouraging kiss on the lips and says teasingly: "Don't look at me so questioningly, come along and show them your talent. You can give me your dress and bag."

Before you can decide against it, you quickly slip out of your sandals and pull your summer dress over your head. You already put the bikini on when you still was in the dorm.

The girl who asked you for the game enthusiastically claps her hands together and immediately grabs your wrist to lead you to the pool.

Only in the corner of your eyes you can see how Jimin's jaw drop at your sight and look at you in disbelief.

However, you don't have time to think about his reaction. You are barely in the water and on your official position when the game already starts.

To be honest, you never thought that this afternoon and evening could turn out to be so good and that you just could play with the other games so boisterously. That everyone just treats you as normal like you are and nobody cares how you look.

But you get the first doubts, that everything is not as good as you think, when you see Jimin on the poolside with a less happy expression on his face. You apologize to the others and tell them, that you have to go to your boyfriend for a minute.

"Jimin? Is everything alright? What happens?", you als him, eyebrows drawn together in alarm.

"Y/N, can you come out of the water, please? I need to talk to you," Jimin replies shortly, looking at you intently.

"O-Okay, of course."

When you're about to step out of the water, he already starts to unfold your bath towel. As soon as you get out of the pool, he has put it over your shoulders and gripped your wrist. Without saying a word, he starts moving and pulls you to the door of the terrace and goes back into the house with you. Everything looks like that Jimin wants to drive home from the party prematurely and hastily.

"Jimin? Now tell me, what happened that you seem to want to go home just... now?!", you finally ask him, finding his behavior really questionable.

Your boyfriend just mumbles something incomprehensible, looks around in the hallway until he sprints up the stairs to the first floor with you.

"Jimin, we just can't-"

But the last words of your sentence get stuck in your throat when Jimin seems to have found what he was looking for all the time. The guest room.

He briefly looks around again to make sure that no one has followed you and noticed something about your unauthorized solo-action. Then he grabs the doorknob and quickly pulls you into the room and closes the door behind you.

You just want to start protesting again and ask him for a plausible answer for his behavior. But then you're already being pushed against the door and Jimin's hungry lips are chasing yours.

The kiss is intense and greedy right at the beginning, Jimin's tongue is demanding, doesn't give you any time to understand what's going on.

"Baby, how dare you! These things I said to you when you came out of the guest room in this beautiful and sexy summer dress, I meant them absolutely seriously. How dare you, despite of my warning, to tease me so fucking much?! Then you don't have to be surprised that I can't hold back anymore. And besides that...", growls Jimin in a husky voice between two kisses in your ear.

"...I hate it how all the boys just looked at you all the time. They're speculating whether you were already in a relationship and how they could flirt with you... don't you understand that every guy down there wants you because you're so damn sexy?"

"Wait what, Jimin? I-I don't understand..." you stammer helplessly, your mind is already clouded by these breathtaking kisses Jimin gave you.

Jimin takes a deep breath, acting like he's trying to calm himself down.

"Your bikini, Babygirl. With this damn bikini you drive me crazy and wrap every guy around your little finger without even noticing. Seeing you in such an outfit is a real sin, Baby...", he whispers in your ear.

Let the tip of his nose slide down your neck, inhale your scent, which has such an aphrodisiac effect on him. His hands find their way from your chubby cheeks down to your plush hips and grabs them firmly.

"Fuck, you're so sexy... I love you and your body so damn much that it hurts... I mean... literally!", he growls and rubs his already rock hard erection on your thick thigh.

"You look so damn sexy in this swimsuit and pretend that you have no idea what effect you have on me... and unfortunately also on these other guys down there... it's a shame! I think, I should show you what kind of indecent thoughts you've put in my head with this body, only covered by this little bit of fabric.", comes it panting from Jimin's lips.

He lets the wet towel drop from your shoulders onto the floor and steps a bit away from you to admire your whole beauty to the fullest. A shiver of desire runs down your spine, causing that something, that is all too familiar to you, starts growing in your abdomen. You start to squirm under his intense gaze.

"I'm really wondering who can be responsible for designing such a cute and at the same time so sexy swimsuit. And fuck. It looks incredibly good on you! How can you always wrapping me around your little finger? Hm Baby? Explain it to me...", purrs Jimin dreamily as he lets his hands wander on your big, perfect round ass and grabs it hard.

A whimper leaves your lips whe you feel his mouth on your neck, spreading kisses and is eager to give you enough hickey that everyone will surely see them. Just knowing that he marking you as his, as his girlfriend, makes your pussy even wetter than it already is.

"Don't tell me you're jealous, Jiminie~", you say teasingly, but at the same time you start moaning with closed eyes and furrowed eyebrows. He positions his right leg between your juicy thighs, flexes his thick thigh muscle just at the right moment and rubs it over your clit. Mastering thigh-fucking in a standing position so fucking well should be prohibited.

"Would you rather explain to me how I couldn't get horny and jealous at such a sight... and Baby? Do you like that? Do you like it how I fuck you with my thigh? How well I can stimulate your clit with it? I already can feel how wet you are... isn't that embarrassing for you, how desperate your pussy has become, just from grinding a little bit on my thigh?", he whispers. He doesn't even try to hide his satisfaction.

His words send an electric shock through your body... just the thought that you really look as good in the bikini as you hoped, so that Jimin can think of nothing more than to do dirty things with you. And then other guys also have noticed you, which has made Jimin so jealous, turns you more on at this moment than you would like to admit. You didn't want to make him jealous at all, but fuck... that's just so freaking hot and you could say your "plan" has more than worked out!

His hand travels to your breasts, pulls with a rough yank the top of your bikini over your breasts, a moan are leaving his lips when he see your big, beautiful breasts. Your nipples are already hard and are just waiting to be caressed.

"F-Fuck... Jimin... G-God... I-I need you!", you whimper as he wraps his lips around your left nipple. You grind in his thigh even more, at the end you start riding him.

"So damn desperate... but only for me. Right?"

"Yes, Jimin, yes! O-Only for you. B-But please, I-"

"Hm? What, Babygirl? What do you want? What are you so desperate for, my Dear? Tell me~"

Jimin loves to tease you. He doesn't give you what you need until you spell the dirty words out by yourself. He loves the way you get shy, always starting to stutter in a damn adorable way until those dirty words come over your own lips. He loves it when his good, decent girl says indecent and sinful things. He loves it when you talk dirty to him.

"I-I want your big hard cock in my wet pussy... I-I... Oh god, Jimin... P-Please just fuck me... Please just fuck me like you already imagined...", you whine and bite your lower lip because of all this desire and need in your body. You need his cock in your pussy now.

"Theoretically, you teased me a lot more with this godlike body, right? But we don't have the time for more teasing, I'll stuff your plump, pretty and sweet pussy with my big cock now and gonna fuck you so damn well~ Just look forward to the moment we're back home again... then you will get your well deserved punishment for making me so horny with this sinful outfit.", Jimin promised to you with a dark, lustful gaze.

With his hands on your delicious ass, he leads you from the door to the bed, which is placed on the opposite wall of the room.

"On your hands and feet, I want to fuck your naughty pussy nice and deep from behind. And you know how I loves it, to see your ass cheeks jiggle when I fuck you doggystyle~"

Oh God, now it can't be ans longer just water, that drips through the bottom of your panties onto the floor. Even if you don't want to admit it, his dirty talk and dominant behavior always makes a mess out of you.

In a matter of seconds, you turned your back to him and crawled onto the bed on all fours. For a very short moment you're sorry to ruin the neatly made bed with your still dripping body and the unrestrained sex, that will follow now.

As soon as you have brought yourself into a comfortable and "stable" position, Jimin pulls your bikini panties down with an impatient tug. You moan in anticipation when you feel the cold air on your bare cunt, even starts to wiggle with your ass a bit more, knowing what kind of effect it has on Jimin.

A deep growl leaves his throat when he sees your plump, fluffy pussy lips are coated all over with your arousal. The way your thick ass cheeks jiggle causes that he gives you a hard slap on the your right butt cheek, what makes you whimper.

"Behave, little Girl.", he says quietly from behind with a warning undertone.

But he doesn't fill your needy pussy immediately, he prefers to pull your ass cheeks apart at first, to have a much better view of your cunt. When he spreads your pussy lips with his index and middle finger open and sees your desperately waiting hole, clenching around nothing. Then he also lost his patience.

With uncoordinated movements of his hands, he pulls his shorts and boxers briefs down to his knees, grabs your hips with a firm grip and push himself into your tight pussy without any warning.

A little cry out of surprise and initial pain comes over your lips, but then you remember that you're having sex in a place where you shouldn't (especially not at this early hour!) and pressing your hands on your mouth quickly.

That’s better anyway. When Jimin fucks you hard, there are always noises coming out of your mouth that you never heard before from yourself.

In short: When Jimin fucks you hard, you're loud. Shamefully loud.

Your boyfriend doesn't give you much time to get used to his cock. But after these days you barely need to get used to it anyway, you have been doing it too often for the past few nights.

His thrusts are perfect, absolutely perfect... hard, fast and incredibly deep. Stretching your pussy just in the right way in all perfect places. And the more you can't hold up yourself on your arms because of the pleasure, the more you sag with your upper body onto the mattress.

This changes the angle even more and Jimin fills you up even deeper than before, finding that sweet spot in your body again. That spot that lets you see stars and the desire almost explodes deep inside your abdomen. But only almost.

This here is the best method for Jimin to torture you. Driving you to the edge of lust, but it's still not enough to let you cum.

Jimin loves this sight.

He loves how your chubby body just shows him how well he fucks you. How the soft, plush flesh of your love handles or your ass cheeks jiggle with every hard thrust that his hips gives your plush body.

How plump your pussy lips are, but how fucking tight your hole is, gripping his hard cock so damn well. He loves to places his palm between your thick thighs on your fluffy vulva, so soft because of that delicous extra flesh and toying your clit to elict even more sweet moans and whimpers from your lips.

"O-Oh my God, Jimin! P-Please don't stop, oh god, please don't stop fucking me and rubbing my clit like that! I-I'm gonna... I'm gonna c-cuu-", you moan, scream at the end, but you just can't stop yourself from being fucking loud.

And to be honest, Jimin doesn't want you to mute your voice. Deep inside of him, his little, dirty devil wants everyone down there to know that he's fucking you onto cloud nine.

When you cum, your walls contract so tightly, Jimin can't help but cum too, your pussy literally milks every drop of his cum out of his cock.

With a deep groan shoot Jimin his load deep into your pussy, mark you in the filthiest way possible as his girl.

You two are breathing heavily and have your eyes closed, Jimin lies himself down on your back. His hands slowly relax from the rigid grip on your hip, then he wraps his arms around your soft belly and lets himself fall to one side together with you, before he becomes too heavy for you.

In the following minutes your breath regulates themself and a certain silence gradually returns to the room. Only the dull bass of the music from outside breaks the silence, accompanied by laughter when someone jumps into the pool, screaming.

Jimin has softened and now slides out of you easily. You can feel the mattress sink under his weight as he gets up and goes into the guest bathroom to get a soft, wet washcloth for you.

He quietly asks you to turn yourself on your back. He gently opens your legs and carefully cleans the mess between your thighs, trying his best to get you rid of his cum. After all, you want to stay a few more hours after this... Quickie? Can you call his here a Quickie?

It takes a moment for you both to straighten your clothes and hair so that no one can immediately see that you had wild sex less than 15 minutes ago.

Jimin is about to unlock the door when you grab his wrist.

"Jimin, let's be honest. No more strange jealousy actions today, okay?"

Jimin turns to you, looks at you thoughtfully until a cute smirk forms on his lips.

"Jealousy? I don't know that word, not anymore after I've marked your beautiful neck and chest all in detail. Now everyone will know that you're my girl!", says Jimin and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek.

You roll with your eyes and look back at him, pretty annoyed.

"Jimin!"

"Yes, yes, Honey. I know... I know that I have to work on my jealousy problem...", Jimin says in a reassuring voice and looks at you seriously, showing you, that he understood what you mean.

"... but still you can't deny that you like it when I give you hickeys. When I visited you last time, I saw you proudly and satisfied admired my love bites in the mirror!", he reply with a mischievous and playful smirk.

"Oh god Jimin, you're going to shatter my last nerves!", you grumble and shoo him through the door.

You hate it that you can barely be mad at him over a longer time!

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