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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Yes, Daddy

Summary: You knew you would get punished for not listening.

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics, vibrating panties, edging, slight degradation, slapping, orgasm denial, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.1K

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Lloyd leans back on the couch, picking his legs up to rest on the table in front of him. Two remotes in one hand; the first being used to idly flick through the television channels, the other you stare harshly at. His thumb runs gently over the buttons, never paying you any mind.

“Lloyd?”

“Uh-uh,” he tsks you. Those blue eyes drifting over to you, mocking your predicament. “Do you remember what I told you at the gala?”

“To quit,” he cocks up an eyebrow at you, needing for you to continue telling him more. With the clearing of his throat, his thumb clicks the smaller remote.

You’re body heats up, bending at the waist. Trying to think of anything other than the vibrating panties you’ve wore for since you came home.

“You told me I need to quit my teasing, and rubbing your pants, or there would be hell to pay,” you give him your best pouty face, but it doesn’t phase him. “But Lloyd, I…”

“And did you quit rubbing your hand over my cock? You trying to make me hard in front of people. Your slutty self even bent down in front of me. No panties?” You try to plead your case, but he cuts you off again, “And I had to look at that sloppy cunt, all while, trying to keep my cock from misbehaving, since you can’t mind.”

“But Lloyd, I…”

“There is no buts. You got yourself into this mess,” he clicks the remote again, and you let out a desperate yip. Your body heats up, and you try to not let him know. Don’t want him see how close you are because he will deny you again.

“Lloyd,” you say again causing the panties to go up another speed. And you blubber trying to apologize quickly for using that name, “Daddy, I’m sorry.”

“Three times,” his voice angry and laced with disbelief that you called him by his name. “Three times you said that,” your body starts grinding on air, feeling yourself right at the edge of the cliff before he turns it off suddenly.

“Daddy, it hurts!”

“I did warn you,” Lloyd’s voice so calm and serene despite the slow torture he gives you. “I warned you that you would be punished. Did you doubt me?”

“No, sir.”

“C’mere,” he curls his finger up at you, beckoning you to come towards him. Sauntering over towards him, he takes those devilish panties off. His fingers go to your cunt, spreading your lips to watch your walls seize in frustration.

“It is quite swollen. What should I do with you?”

“Fuck me?” so innocent, despite the words that come out your mouth. “I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

“Oh, baby,” he faces you away from him, letting your now naked body sit in his lap. “Show daddy how bad you want it? How needy is my messy pussy?”

You bite at your lip, turning to look at Lloyd, because you’re not sure what he wants you to do. Grabbing his hand, you got to put it on your heated sex, but he jerks it away. “No, ma’am. Show me how you would fuck me right now.”

“Gimme your cock.”

“No,” he responds flatly. “I haven’t even fucked you dumb yet, Pumpkin. Are you really that stupid just thinking about daddy’s thick cock? You imagining me splitting that greedy snatch open. Fucking you so deep you can taste me?”

Arching your back, you bounce your ass over his lap. Pretending that your velvety walls hug every inch of him. Circling your hips, and slamming down on him in frustration, while he laughs behind you.

His evil sneer is right in your ear, when you push your head on his shoulder. Body writhing on him, “Daddy please.”

His only response is a slap to your cunt. Chirping on contact, his hand pulls off with a strand of your arousal connecting you to his beefy hand. “Daddy!” get your another smack, but this time you mewl in enjoyment.

“Fucking slut, you’ll take anything I give you, huh?”

“No, I won’t,” your voice with a playful defiance, but Lloyd doesn’t like it. His sticky hand slaps at your tip, and you try fruitlessly to find his cock.

Leaning forward, you let your leaking pussy rub against his khakis. Your throbbing clit getting some much needed friction, and you can feel Lloyd’s bulge just at your entrance. Needing him like you’ve never needed him before.

“That’s it, Pumpkin, get me good and hard, and I’ll fuck you.”

You give him some filthy grinds, before he pushes you off of him. Letting you kneel in the floor, pressing you down onto the coffee table. Pulling his cock out quickly, his hand gathers up your slit. Fisting his cock in your juices. Kneeling down with you, before shoving into your wet heat.

Never giving you a moment to adjust before he’s just fucking into you, and with the way he’s edged you for an hour, this was a welcome relief.

One hand presses your head into the table while the other holds onto your shoulder for leverage. Hoping that you feel him in your entire body. Your eyes peaking back at him, seeing that permanent scowl turn up in pleasure.

“Wait! Daddy no!”

“Do I look like someone who doesn’t follow through with punishment?” you whimper up at him, but feel his cock twitch deep inside your womb. “That’s not all either.”

Not knowing what that could possibly mean, but you feel that heat growing in your belly. You try to slide your hand down to your clit, but Lloyd notices. Removing his hand from your head, he grabs up your hands, to slam on the table.

Barreling down in your overly sensitive hole, and just when you’re right there, right when you orgasm begins to bloom in your tummy. He pulls himself out, and you sob when his hot thick delectable cream splatters up your back, “Lloyd, no! I wanted that. You’re mean.”

He leans right at your ear, a whispered growl, and every time he talks his mustache tickles your skin, “Cumming is a reward, and you have been so naughty. Didn’t even get my seed deep in that pretty cunt. Maybe next time you’ll learn to listen when I tell you to quit.”

He plops back on the couch behind you, leaving you wanting so much more, and no amount of wiggling your butt makes him notice.

“I suggest you get a shower and get cleaned up. And if you use that shower head to make you cum, I swear you won’t be feeling or tasting me for a week. Now be a good girl, and daddy might let you cockwarm me when we go to sleep.”

“Yes, daddy.”

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from-loomis · 1 year

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[PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO THE DILF BILLY LOOMIS FIC IM BEGGING YOUUUUU]

[request] [taggs- fingering, unprotected sex, mister kink, missionary, gn description of the reader and their reproductive system] This is my first time writing smut in a while, so ik it’s not amazing-

Ecstasy (apple of my eye)

[dilf! Billy Loomis x GN! reader]

♡

You came to the Loomis house with intentions, that is the goal of getting with your best friend's father. Billy Loomis. Everyone had the hots for him, I mean who wouldn't? He was in his mid to late '40s, yet had the build of Hellenistic era Greece sculptur. He had the most gorgeous hands you've seen, it put you in shock every time you watched him brush his hands over his salt-and-pepper hair. Everything about Mr. Loomis was intoxicating.

Now, you were here on Mr. Loomis's couch. God knows what was playing on the tv, neither of you where paying attention. How could you focus anything when you had Mr. Loomis’s hand in between your thighs? Fingers diving in and out of your wet, achy core. Moaning at the brutality fast pace of his large and thick fingers. “Please, mister, I need you.” You mumbled out between moans. “You need me? Where sweet thing? I'm already fingering you, what more could you need?” He teased as he pressed kisses into your neck, leaving little hickeys behind. “Please, mister. I need your cock in me, please.” You begged. Mr. Loomis let out a light chuckle, removing his wet fingers from your core. He lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, groaning at how sweet you tasted. “You taste like heaven,” Mr. Loomis said with a smile. A shiver ran down your spine as you heard Mr. Loomis as he undoes his belt. You watch as he pulls down his jeans and boxers in one simple motion, and his cock springs out, softly slapping his lower stomach. He was much bigger than you imagined, he looked about 6 1/2 inches with a pink tip that had drops of pre-cum running down it.

“You ready my sweet thing?” He questioned. You nod and lean up to kiss him, hearing him laugh against your lips. “More than ready.” You answered. Mr.Loomis slowly pushed into your tight core, throwing his head back in pleasure. You tighten around him more and more, letting out a pornographic moan as you drag your nails down his back once he was fully in. Mr. Loomis plants a kiss on your cheek as he slowly beings to pull out, then swiftly thrusts back into you. You’ve never felt more pleasure, the feeling of Mr.Loomis stretching out your core created a knot to form in your lower stomach. You were getting close and so was Mr. Loomis, his thrusts became more sloppy. Mr. Loomis grabbed your hand, weaving his fingers within yours. “Cum with me, okay love?” He huffed. “Okay, Mister” You panted out as you came. You felt Mr. Loomis release into your core, he stayed within you as he rode out his high. He looked down at you, leaning in and grabbing your face. “If you tell anyone about this, especially Sam. You’ll regret it.”

#submission #billy loomis #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x y/n #scream franchise #scream #dilf billy loomis

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littlemelaninfics · 2 years

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Happy Anniversary || Dark!Eddie Munson Smut

WARNINGS: Noncon, DUBCON, breaking and entering, language, smut

Y/n walked the halls of Hawkins High, passing plenty of students and teachers on the way to the cafeteria. When she got in there, a guy was causing havoc and basically called basketball a weak man’s game. She couldn’t help but laugh when his eyes pierced over to her.

He jumped off the table and stalked his way over to where she was standing,

“You are killing me in that dress,” he said

“Is this how you talk to everyone you just met?” She replied with a certain look in her eye.

“Nope,” Eddie replied with a smirk. Y/n smiled and rolled her eyes while walking past him, making sure he smelled her coconut shampoo.

That night, Y/n got ready for bed and made sure all the doors and windows are locked. She went to go into her parents room, but found the door locked and figured they didn’t want her in there while they were away. She shrugged it off and went to her bed to sleep.

"Wake up, Y/n. Wake up," Eddie said lowly as he stroked a strand of hair behind her ear. She started to stir when she opened her eyes and saw the man she’d met mere hours before smiling back at her.

She sat up in a fit, but realized she was cuffed to her metal bed frame,

"What the fuck?! How did you get in here!? Let me go!”, she screamed in his face. Now slightly more coherent, she looked at the alarm clock and it read 4:13am.

“Now why would I do that?”

“Let me go you fucking freak!”

“Ouch. You know Y/n, yesterday wasn’t the first time we’ve met.”

“What are you talking about! I don’t know you! Let me go!!”

“But see, you do. Let’s just say my hair was buzzed and I didn’t have the sweet ol tatties.”

It took her a second to grasp what he said, but she remembered him.

“Oh my god.”

“Heeeeeeh,” he said confidently with his arms out.

“You’re Woody Nosnum. That kid from the playground who disappeared.”

“By golly she’s got it! The kid who disappeared AND your husband. If you so care to remember the ceremony we had the last day anyone ever saw me.

“Where have you been? What do you want from me?”

“Eddie MUNSON. Woody NOSNUM. It’s not like I was hiding very hard. I want you to feel what I felt when you walked past me all those times and FINALLY gave me the light of day when I dressed like this,” he said right up against her face. He turned her cheek to look at him,

“Except this time, you’ll never forget me.” He said removing his pants. He took out his cock and situated himself between her fighting legs. He teased it over her underwear clad clit, eliciting a moan from her beautiful lips. His eyes snapped up and he briefly stopped and made his way up the rest of her body. Making sure to squeeze her tits in his hands in the process.

He kissed and nipped and the burning flesh on Y/n’s neck. He bit down on the artery that leads to her heart and her back arched off the bed. Y/n turned her head to the side to avoid his touch, but to no avail. In the midst of the small struggle, Eddie slowly moved his hand back down to her wet cunt. He teased her clit once more with his fingers before plunging two in.

“Please stop!” she gasped out.

“Doesn’t feel like you want me to.” He contributed to thrust them in before he removed his fingers, putting them in her mouth so she could taste herself. She gagged around them and bit down. Eddie slapped her cunt and she screamed loudly at the impact.

Now angry, he stood off the bed and pulled his underwear all the way down,

“See, I was trying to make this nice. Make it special, if you will and you go and do this. Fine. I don’t care either way.”

He pushed his cock in her tight cunt and she drank it in, no problem. Eddie thrusted it in and out a few times before he saw her face start to contort,

“Does that feel good, baby? Tell me how it feels,” he said deeply in her ear.

Her fearful cries turned into slight panting as he began hitting the spot she craved the most.

“Please go faster,” she whimpered.

He listened to her plea and sped up his movements. He then saw the vibrator paying next to them and reaches over her to retrieve it. He turned it on a medium setting and placed it on her already throbbing clit.

She let out a small scream and all he could think was how lucky his is that they are to be home alone tonight.

He rode out her orgasm before cumming balls deep in her sopping hole. Once she came down from her high, she stated to feel the embarrassment set in. She tried to hide her face in the pillow beside her,

“Oh no, Baby. We’re not done. It is our anniversary, however.”

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn imagine #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things vol 4

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Haunted part 10

Don’t know if I dig this chapter. Feels rushed to me, tried to pace it right but I’m not sure! Wrote it while the other half had the World Cup on lmao.

Da Vosk Docta - Gentrify - heavily inspired the smut in this chapter, give it a listen and pay attention to the beat and breathing lmfao. I’ve had it on repeat, makes me feel like a villain.

Warnings - gore, character death, cod typical violence, smut upon smut, NSFW

This is what he looks like in this chapter btw, no skull today! I don’t own this gif or characters.

Part 11

Slowly opening your eyes the early morning sun seeped in through the high openings of the safe house. Turning your head slowly as you stretched you were met with a pair of deep umber eyes watching you intently. ‘Fuck Simon. You’re doing my head in with this creeping round bullshit’ you gasped. Desperately trying to calm your thumping heart. ‘What time is it? Is anyone even up yet?’

‘05:00. No one’s up yet, Price asked me to get everyone up in half hour. Seein’ as I never sleep.’

‘Then why are you lurking and watching me sleep?’

He cocked his head. ‘Why do you call me Simon rather than Ghost like everyone else?’ He asked, eyes ablaze with wonder. You’d been awake all of 10 seconds and he’s asking you this? Now? Fuck sake. Sighing you rubbed your eyes and sat up. ‘Because I want to talk to you rather than Ghost. You use Ghost as some form of protector, to shield you from your past. To separate the two. Ghost is an enigma, cold, calculating, a killer who is only focused on the task at hand. Simon is the one who kept Johnny calm when he was alone, who cares about me and makes me feel safe. Not Ghost.’

He watched you intently, how your lips moved saying his name, how you softened your voice to show you weren’t a threat. ‘You like to hide Simon, disconnect what he went through. But he’s more visible than you think’ you continued, ‘I’ve seen you and Johnny, you care about him and I know that’s scary for you. You try not to get attached to people because you’re scared you’ll lose them. What you went through wasn’t your fault and it changed you, but it doesn’t define to. You can’t let it stop you from allowing yourself to care about people. Because you clearly do.’ you shrugged.

He didn’t expect you to have an answer ready, how you read him so clearly and confidently. Not many people could read him, which is something he prided himself on. To remain a Ghost amongst the living. He slowly sank to his knees in-front of you, the ultimate position of submission. You crawled over to him and kissed his masked cheek, ‘your secrets safe with me … Simon.’ He felt his cock twitch at the way you drawled his name. They way your eyes lit up as you looked at him. Your soft lips dripped with desire and want.

You knelt up over him and placed your hands at the junction of his neck and broad shoulders. He brought his hands to your hips and rested them there. Watching you attentively his eyes traced the shape of your lips, your jaw, your neck. Everywhere he wanted to devour and savour. Working your thumbs under the rim of his balaclava you worked it up his neck. You could feel his stoic pulse just beneath the surface, never giving anything away. Your soft hands caressed his warm skin, sending ripples of pleasure through him. The mask finally laid to rest just below his nose, his plump lips fully on show.

You cupped his strong jaw and tilted his head up to look at you. Leaning in he could taste your smile as your lips touched. He craved your kisses, the way your lips fit together so … perfectly. While emotionally he struggled to give himself to you, physically he had no issue. Your touch made him feel wanted, validated and gave him brief solace from the torment in his mind. He returned your kiss, nipping at your bottom lip as his grasp on your waist tightened. Pulling you in closer to him your pelvis rested against his chest, your panties already becoming soaked.

A small moan escaped your lips into his mouth causing him to thrust his hips upwards. ‘Fuckin’ hell. Steady’ he whispered. Completely ignoring him you clutched at his hair under the mask pulling him away from you, forcing him to look up once again. ‘You’re gonna fuck me till all I can say is your name’ you demanded. A small growl left his throat, there was nothing he wanted more. ‘Are you gonna be a good boy and fuck me?’ Your grip tightened as he hissed through his teeth. He couldn’t even find the words to answer, for once he had nothing to say.

Glancing at your watch you bit your lip ‘looks like we got 20 minutes Lt. What you wanna do?’ He wanted more than 20 minutes with you, 20 minutes was a quick fuck. Wham bam thank you ma’am. No. He wanted to drag his tongue through your folds, feel your silk like skin beneath his fingers, mark you, savour you. 20 minutes was nothing. It wasn’t enough for what he wanted to do to you.

Instead he silently cocked his head and rose up onto his knees, thighs tensing. ‘Negative. Got summin else in mind.’ You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He popped open your cargo trousers and slipped his hands into your panties, his middle finger made sharp contact with your clit. You let out a surprised gasp at the sudden feeling against the firm bundle of nerves. As quickly as he had reached in he pulled out again, your arousal plan as day on his finger. Keeping eye contact with you his sucked his finger clean, slowly, ‘fuck.’

He sat on a box behind him pulling you by your trousers so you were straddling his thigh. ‘Ride my thigh till you fukin’ cum’ he barked. Needing no encouragement you began to grind your hips on his thigh. You placed your arms around his neck, he entangled his hand in your hair pulling it taught. ‘20 minutes eh? I suggest you make yourself fuckin cum.’ Small shaky gasps of breath left your open mouth, trying your best to keep quiet. Your hips rocked back and forth chasing your orgasm. ‘That’s it’ he cooed, spurring you on. He placed his other hand in the small of your back feeling the ripples of your spine.

Hearing your moans grow louder with desperation he pulled your head into his neck, trying to muffle them. You clawed at his chest, the pleasure building, your muscles tightening. He whispered filthy praises into your ear, urging you to cum on his thigh. Your body grew desperate yearning for its release, you were right in the edge. He yanked your head back ‘fucking cum’ he growled as he increased his grip on your hair further. ‘Fuck … fuck … fu … I’m gonna … Simon’ you pleaded. Your dripping cunt clenched over his thigh, your juices soaking through onto his trousers. ‘I can feel you, good girl, that’s it, keep going.’

You peeled your head back from his neck your pupils blown wide, a small grin danced along your lips. He let out a satisfied grunt before helping you stand, clearly pleased with himself. He did your trousers up and placed his forehead against yours, ‘head up and focus today.’

‘Yes sir.’

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The vans pulled up to the HQ, it was crawling with Shadows. ‘What’s the plan Lt?’ Soap asked. You shifted in your seat, triple checking your gun, ammo and knives. Always carry two. ‘Alejandro, Gaz and Price are gonna get a helo, sort this gate for us and we’re gonna work our way to the main buildin. Gaz and Alejandro will get to Valeria. We’re goin’ after Graves.’ He shot you a look, a warning not to get a head of yourself. You nodded back, fully understanding.

‘Ghost 0-1. Got a helo, on my way to you now. Soap get the marker, mark where you need the fire power.’ Soap moved and marked the main gate ready for Price. Within seconds an explosion rang out, shards of glass and metal flew around the van as the driver made way into the compound. The doors of the van opened and everyone piled out, Ghost flashed you a look again. He was worried.

Filing through the yard Los Vaqueros took point, their rage made them even more deadly. They glanced around at their base, their home eager to win it back. Shots rang out all around you, you kept to the back. Not that you weren’t capable, you just didn’t want to get under their feet, you weren’t usually on the front line. You managed to take down a few Shadows that lined the roof tops. ‘Good shots Doc!’ Soap yelled out over the chaos. Deciding to offer cover from above rather than the floor you climbed on top of a building mounting your gun on the wall. ‘I’ve got clear sights of the buildings, get a move on. I’ve got you!’

‘Rog.’ Ghost replied. They moved through the buildings clearing them one by one. You offered cover from the sky, taking out stragglers as they weaved their way through to the HQ building. ‘Ghost 0-5 to Ghost 0-1, TAC-V pulling into court yard outside main building. Boys are busy, gonna need your assistance.’

‘Copy Ghost 0-5. Good spot. Takin em out now’ Price’s gruff voice replied.

Climbing down you cleared some more Shadows before finding your way back to the team. ‘Nice shootin there Doc. Need t’get you out with us more often.’

‘In your dreams Soap.’ You smiled back at him. You once again found Ghosts eyes, he scanned you to make sure you were ok. Meeting his gaze you offered him a look of reassurance.

He knew you were more than capable of looking after yourself, but he found himself beginning to care. He was finally letting you in, with that thought scaring him he snapped back to the here and now. Reprimanding himself. He saw flashes of his family, killed in cold blood. ‘That’s what happens when you care about people’ he told himself. They die. Everyone around you dies sooner or later. He struggled so much with the voice inside his head, bullying him not to get close to you. But needed you, you haunted his mind, creeping into every thought he has.

‘Ready Lt?’ Soap asked over the radio, raring to get going. ‘Let’s go Johnny.’ With that you ran across the courtyard and to the main doors. ‘Locked, got anything Rudy?’

Rudolfo placed C-4 on the doors and signalled for everyone to back up. Taking cover behind Ghosts frame he placed a hand on your bare arm. Your t-shirt shredded to pieces, only a tactical vest covering you. Covered in blood from your injuries from the last few days.

Rudolfo blew the C-4, the doors disintegrating beneath the force. ‘Graves! First floor!’ Soap shouted as he took point, ascending the stairs and taking out some Shadows. The rest followed behind him, making their way into the comms room. Looking around Soap sighed‘Fuckers not here!’

‘Down the back!’ Ghost yelled back. Following suit you descended the stairs coming out into another courtyard. A helicopter was heard in the background, you stood helpless watching as Graves took off.

‘Be seein you!’ Graves taunted over the tannoy.

‘Gah! FUCK SAKE!’ Soap groaned throwing his gun in pure frustration. ‘Hey hermano! It’s ok’ Alejandro comforted ‘we’ll find him.’

Little did they know you’d been lining up a shot from the balcony as the helicopter took off. As the boys tried to come to terms with what they thought was a loss you squeezed the trigger. A single shot echoed in the courtyard.

Bullseye.

Graves lifeless body slumped out of the helicopter and fell to the ground. Dropping the rifle you’d found you saw they boys looking up at you. Mouths agape with awe. ‘Steamin bloody Jesus’ Soap whispered. Alejandro and Rudolfo had shit eating grins on their faces, and Ghost. Well, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Shrugging you made your way down the steps and met up with them. ‘Not just a pretty face’ you teased. Soap brought you into a tight hug ‘god I could kiss yah!’

‘Shut up Soap, fuckin’ hell’ Ghost snapped. Snorting you hugged Soap back before Alejandro and Rudolfo patted you firmly on the shoulder.

Alejandro sighed, ‘Valeria said the missiles are headed for Chicago. More than likely where Hassan is.’ Gaz and Price joined the group, they were both impressed that it was you who took down Graves. Price hinted at you getting a medal for this making you blush. ‘Right. Laswell can get a plane here in 4 hours. Rest up till then, you’re gonna need it.’

Acknowledging your captain you headed straight for the showers. Covered in blood, dirt, sweat you felt disgusting. Dusk approached quickly, Alejandro, Rudolfo and the rest of Los Vaqueros went to the main building to take stock of the damage caused. Soap and Gaz went to find a free bed in the barracks eager to get their heads down. Price went to make some calls to Laswell and fill her in on your extraordinary accomplishment.

Swinging by the bunk you were using before Graves captured you, you found your bag untouched. Grabbing some clean clothes you sauntered over to the showers. Stripping off your shoulder still stiff and tender you inspected your battered body. Bruises and abrasions littered your skin, tutting you stepped into the shower hissing at the water making contact with your skin. You stood under the shower head and let the water fall over you, massaging your tight and aching muscles. Your hair stuck to your skin, slightly matted from the sweat and blood.

Over the sound of the water you heard the curtain move. Your heart pounding you went to turn around, fighting to find energy to fight off your assailant. ‘Don’t turn around’ Ghosts voice ricocheted through the empty bathroom. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you against him. Falling back against his naked body you let out a groan, your hands fell against his thighs for balance. As your fingers encapsulated his muscular legs you could feel every ripple, every crevice and layer of his muscles. So tight against the surface of his skin.

He held you for a while, allowing you to explore his body from behind. Slowly he moved one hand and trailed it up your body until he found your neck. Gripping it he used his long fingers to coax your jaw upwards, lengthening your neck. A shaky gasp left your throat as you grasped desperately at his thighs. His erection pressed firmly into your back, you parted your lips in anticipation. He directed your face to his ‘keep your eyes closed.’ Doing as you were told you snapped them shut as his lips found yours. You let out a muffled squeal realising he’d taken his mask off.

His tongue swiped at your bottom lip, eagerly you welcomed him into you. Kissing him back you brought your hand to cup the back of his head, pulling him in closer to you. His hand still on your hip slowly moved down to your slit, he coaxed your legs open with a firm push. He then caressed your lips, coating his fingers in your arousal. Groaning into your mouth he inserted a finger, then another. Bucking your hips you eagerly begged him to finger fuck you. Setting up a firm rhythm his middle and ring finger fucked your cunt. His palm pressing against your clit as he thrusted in and out of you, you smiled into his mouth moaning at his touch. He pressed against your neck, gaining complete control over you, he could feel your pulse rising under his fingertips.

Your walls tightened around his fingers as you felt that familiar coil in your stomach tightening. He broke away from the kiss, your face screwed up with pleasure. ‘Please Simon, keep going’ you begged. He increased his pace curling his fingers into you. Quiet murmurs of adoration left your lips, pleading with him to let you cum. Just as you were about to fall off the edge he removed his fingers. Feeling the sudden emptiness tears pricked at your eyes from the denied orgasm. A choked sob left you as you tried to ground yourself from the feeling of being edged.

‘Back against the wall’ he ordered. Keeping your eyes shut you turned around and found the cold tile behind you. He knelt on the floor and lifted a leg over his shoulder, placing light kisses in the inside of your thigh. As he grew closer to your cunt he bit at the sensitive skin, eliciting a guttural moan from you. Smirking to himself he buried his face into your dripping pussy. He nipped at your clit and he lazily licked your folds. Savouring the taste of you on his lips. Sliding your hand into his hair you subconsciously pulled him deeper into you, causing a moan to escape him. His moans felt like velvet on your cunt.

As he enveloped your clit with him tongue he inserted two fingers again, this time matching the pace of his tongue. Your walls began to tighten again, as did the cool in your stomach. He stared up at you, studying every dip and blemish on your skin, your stretch marks, the glow on your skin from the water. You looked ethereal to him, your plump lips exuding his name is a slurred flurry of pleasure. Just as the coil was about to snap he pulled away, again.

You couldn’t take much more of this ‘fuck Simon please. Pleaseee’ you begged, and you begged hard. Slowly standing up his kissed your stomach, onto your torso and back onto your neck. ‘Shhh. I want you to cum so hard you’ll only know my name’ he whispered to you. Tears slowly starting to fall, he gripped your thigh and pulled you up so you could wrap yourself around his waist. As you wrapped your legs around him he lined himself up at your entrance and pushed himself in. His thick cock stretched you out in the most intense way. You threw your head back and arched your back, pushing your breasts into him. He slammed his hips into you, his cock hit every spot as he built up his pace.

Fast pathetic moans and whimpers filled the space between you. It felt incredible, his calloused fingers gripped at your fleshy hips keeping you pressed against the wall. ‘Fuck, good girl’ he drawled ‘… cunt feels so good.’ Completely cock drunk you couldn’t even answer, completely blissed out as he fucked you. Leaning forward you kissed him again as he ate the noises coming from you. ‘You feel so good Simon. Shit … shit … oh God!’

‘There is no God, just me’ he smirked. You smiled lazily at that, you loved it when he acted cocky. The coil built up for the third time and you snaked your hand down to your clit. Your walls tightened again around his cock and this time he granted you permission to cum. With no one around you moaned his name over and over as you rode out your pulsating orgasm on his cock.

‘Fill me Simon, please … fuck.’ Losing his rhythm gradually you knew he was nearing his release. Choked whimpers came from him at his cock throbbed inside your still pulsating cunt. You felt his cum line your walls, biting your lip you smirked, him filling you was your favourite. You loved nothing more than him filling you with his cum. Both riding out your orgasms he loved a tender kiss on your lips before letting you down. Your legs were weak beneath you, he held you close to offer support as he grabbed the body wash and began tentatively washing you. Letting out a small giggle you regained your bearings, ‘so domestic Simon.’ He grunted behind you clearly not amused at your comment. He slapped your ass, leaving a red handprint on your skin.

You both washed in silence, both completely satisfied and content. He pulled you in from behind again and kissed your neck before leaving to get dressed. Smiling to yourself you but your lip and remained under the shower, trying to process the most incredible sex you’ve ever had.

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When she scrabbles in her speech and scrambles ever closer between his legs, he laughs so darkly even the shadows lose their way around him. “If you understand, then take your fucking punishment and stop whining about it.” His hand hastens along his shaft, the wet sound of it making her cunt throb and her mouth water as she stares. “You will not have earned my forgiveness until you feel exactly I did.” He squeezes, his hand twisting up before it descends down his member, “And when I make myself come, the only thing you will be doing, Pack Omega Lily, is licking it up off my stomach and cock.” With his eyes closed, he can’t see the disappointed pout on her face. But then, he doesn’t need to have them open to know that’s what she’s doing. He’s been around her long enough- has watched her long enough- that the smallest of her habits he now has memorized as if some sacred secret that could never be forgotten. Which is why when the hand he has grabbing her chin lifts just so that he can push his thumb past her parted lips, he orders, “Suck on that like you’ll suck my cock when I’m finished.” “As you…as you wish, Pack Alpha Jungkook.” She answers obediently. She knew that when he used that title, there was no room for disobedience. None who used it when addressing him ever did. It was a title of respect. More than that, it was a title of power. No other title was coveted and revered like that of this one that was reserved only for the leader of the alphas. And likewise for her title, the overseeing and presiding leading omega. Warmth envelops his digit as she obeys without pause. And the moment she hallows her lips around him, her tongue swirling around his thumb, he tugs on his length once, twice, and then he’s coming with a loud, drawn out groan. His essence spurts from his tip like some erotic fruit, and gods, she wants to taste. He knows it. Of course he does as hot beads of his juices land all over his belly. Still, he keeps his head back and his eyes closed as he works himself through his end. She licks her lips as she ogles the way the creamy release coats his toned stomach while she leans forward, her body moving entirely on its own as she watches his cum slide between his defined abs. He hears that. And he’s not done with her yet. She still has much to atone for. “Don’t you fucking dare put your mouth on me until I tell you that you can, whore.” He rasps.

The sight of his throbbing cock tells her that he's close, and her hands twitch, the urge to push his hands off and let her take care of the rest eating away at her. No.. this.. this wasn't.. this isn't fair!! "A-alpha!" she wants to shout out, but, she's far too tired to do anything more than whisper. He doesn't pay attention to her. He knew exactly what he was doing. And fuck.. he was doing it well. "a-Aalpha.. alpha! N-no! Alpha! P-please!" She pleads him. This wasn't fair.. this wasn't fair at all! Just when she's about to shout out once more, he pushes the two fingers he has in her mouth inside roughly, gagging her for just a moment, tears springing to her eyes in the process, leaving her a whining mess on the floor. A loud whimper leaves her at the sight of his upcoming peak, and before she can even think about it, she leans forward, just about ready to lick it all of, wanting nothing more than to taste her alpha, and to earn his praise. He- he can't just do this! He.. he wouldn't go through with it, right? He'd let her do this.. he wouldn't be so mean. He'd show her some mercy.. right?.. While her eagerness did send shivers down his spine, it also stirred about the snuffed out ire once more. “Don’t you fucking dare put your mouth on me until I tell you that you can, whore.” He rasps. Before she can respond, however, she sees him tip his head back, his shoulders slinking back in the arm chair in a relaxed manner as he moans her name over and over, louder than ever. No... Her chest heaves up and down, almost furiously. He really did go through with it. Fuck.. He'd just given himself the pleasure she was supposed to, and now.. she can't do it again. No.. No! This.. this is not fair.! Before she knows it, frustration and sorrow seep through her all at once as they bubble up to the surface, escaping her in the form of a low, almost feeble growl. "Y-you're... y-you're being mean, alpha!" she growls out brattily, the sound of it rupturing the silence in the air. His eyes fly open to gaze at her with a lazy smirk, his forehead gleaming with sweat, an eyebrow raised, his head tilted to the side in an almost predatory stance, as if enjoying how frustrated she seems to have gotten. The sight of it has arousal and frustration swimming through her all at once. "Y-you can't just do this!" Her lips tremble as she stares him in the eye, and she can't help but want to cry at how he simply arches an eyebrow at her, barely acknowledging her. However, tears don't make their way down her face. She's far too angry, frustrated and utterly shocked to cry. That in itself riles her up even more. He couldn't just do this! No! Her hands ball up into tiny fists as she weakly pushes against his chest while she throws a tiny tantrum on the carpeted floor below him. He doesn't seem to appreciate it, but, she doesn't seem to notice. A low growl leaves him in warning, but, she pays no heed to it. "N-not fair, alpha!" she cries out, a quiet shriek leaving her frustrated form, pushing against his chest once more, but to no avail. He was far too strong for her to be able to move with a mere flick of her wrist.. "T-this is not f-fair!.. not fair, alpha.. y-you're.. no!.. " she rambles with shrieks and a frustrated pout as she glares up at him. "not fair!"

What had been a flare of amusement in his eye had soon become a storm as anger takes him over. The more she whines out, the more palpable that emotion becomes as those eyes of his become dark and clouded by fury's pitch.

"Not fair?" The vocables are heavy and pelt her more than any rain could. "You dare say that this was unfair, whore? After everything you have done to me?" He jams another finger between her lips, his soiled hand releasing itself from his cock to wrap around her throat unforgivingly. "You do not get to say that to me after all of that." He closes his hand tight around her neck. "You did not deserve to pleasure me. And you know, I was going to consider letting you taste me, but after this display?" He lifts his lips to bare his teeth, "I think not."

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lovelybucky1 · 2 years

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Justice Is Blind

warnings: consumption of alcohol, friends with benefits, smut, mentions of feminization, semi-public sex, fingering, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, confession of feelings, 18+ minors dni

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The crowd in the bar grows as you take a deep breath as you raise your glass to your lips, then you down the shot in one gulp. It burns and the taste makes your stomach turn, but you’ve had a long day. You needed this.

Your case that you had spent the last two weeks preparing for didn’t exactly go in your favor. Two weeks of late nights, energy drinks, and frustrated trips to the gym, just to have your devilishly handsome legal nemesis to beat you.

Just as you’re about to flag the bartender down for another drink, someone clears their throat behind you. You turn around to find none other than Matt Murdock, your aforementioned nemesis.

“Mind if I sit?” he asks, gesturing towards the empty stool next to you. You don’t answer but he sits anyway, not really caring if you gave him permission or not.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“You have a very distinct smell… defeat with a hint of vanilla,” he smirks, making you roll your eyes.

“Did you come here just to gloat?”

Before he could answer, the bartender comes over and asks for his order. He orders a scotch for himself, and something disgustingly sweet for you.

“Whatever do you mean?” he replies once the bartender walks away.

“Dumb isn’t a cute look on you, Matt,” you scoff.

“Are you implying that something else is a cute look on me?” He gives you a smile that’s all teeth and you’re thankful he can’t see the way your eyes flutter when he looks at you like that.

The bartender returns with your drinks, and you reluctantly sip on the neon-colored liquid in the glass.

“Why are you here?” you ask him.

“Now you’re the one playing dumb.” And damn him for seeing right through you. You both know why he’s here; you’re here for the same reason, but it’s never been acknowledged. You have an unspoken arrangement with Matt; the winner calls the shots and the loser has to go along for the ride. It’d be a fine deal if it ever went your way. “I was hoping you’d wear that little nurse outfit I sent to your office for your birthday. You did receive it, right? I wouldn’t blame your secretary for keeping it for herself.” If it’s possible for Matt’s grin to get wider, it did.

“Please, if either of us are dressing up, it won’t be me.”

“I mean, if that’s what you’re into. You can do whatever you want with me when you win a case.”

“I’ll make you regret all this teasing, Murdock,” you threaten.

“Oh, I’m sure I will.”

He takes a sip of his drink and your eyes follow the lone drop of scotch that escapes his mouth. His tongue darts out to catch it and you swear you see him fighting back a smirk.

“You only win cases because you’re hot. You seduce the jury into siding with you.”

He cocks his head and reaches out to place his hand high on your thigh, not even bothering to act polite and work his way up. Cocky bastard.

“Don’t sell yourself short, honey, I’m sure your pretty face can make up for most of what you lack.”

“I want to punch you so bad right now,” you confess.

“Make me beg for mercy and you have yourself a deal,” he raises his eyebrow at you and you can’t deny how appealing that sounds, but you’ll save that for another day.

“How about we get out of here. There’s no use prolonging my torture,” you say, your voice breathier now that he is closer.

“I’ll take as much time as I want.”

As stubborn as you are with him, you honestly can’t wait to get him alone. He pays for the tab since he’s so much more successful, then you grab his hand and lead him out of the bar. You hail a cab and climb into the back seat. This is where the fun always starts.

His thigh is pressed against yours, and you know it’s purposeful because he has plenty of room on the other side of him. He places his hand on your leg, higher than before, and digs his fingers into your soft skin. He leans close to you, his nose brushing your ear and his hot breath ghosting over the side of your face.

“You make it so difficult to pay attention in court. All I could think about was getting to fuck you. Shit, I almost went to jerk off in the bathroom during recess.” He grabs your wrist and places your hand in his lap where you could feel his semi-hard cock straining against his slacks. “Would you let me fuck you in the bathroom? No competition, no bet, just you and me relieving some tension.”

His words make you shiver with anticipation. During your first few nights spent together, you would tease him for being all talk, but one thing is for certain, Matt Murdock has the skills to back his ego.

“Take your panties off,” he whispers.

“What?” you match his tone.

“You heard me.”

“Are you crazy?”

“A little. Take them off.”

You remove your hand from his crotch and pull your panties down from underneath your skirt. It’s a bit clumsy as you lift up to get them off, but it doesn’t take long before they’re crumpled into a ball in his hand. He holds them up to his face and inhales, taking in the scent of your arousal. Your face changes from confused to shocked when you see him stuff them into his pocket.

“What are you doing?”

“Let’s call it a good luck charm for next time, hm?”

“I hate you so much,” you breathe out.

“You’re a bad lair.”

The cab stops in front of your building and the two of you get out just as clumsily as you got in. The elevator ride up to your floor is painfully long, but you can’t risk getting caught mid-makeout like you did a few months back. You still can’t look your neighbor in the eye. When you reach your floor, you drag him down the hallway and he leans against the door jam as you fumble with your keys.

“I could probably find the key faster than you,” he teases.

You finally find the right key and unlock the door and you lead him inside. You throw your keys and jacket onto your kitchen counter, then you turn your attention to Matt.

“Where do you-” Your question is cut off by his lips capturing yours in the rough, heated kiss. His stubble scratches your cheeks and you’d hate it if it didn’t make him look so damn sexy.

While dominating the kiss, he slowly backs you against the wall of your living room. Your heart skips a beat when your heels hit the wall, and you feel him laugh into the kiss.

He grabs your thigh and hooks it around his waist so your bare pussy is pressed against his hard cock. The contact makes him groan, and the sound lights a fire inside of you. You push your hands into his hair and tug at the roots, making him groan even louder.

“Keep that up and this is gonna be over before it starts, sweetie,” he says against your lips.

You break the kiss and move your hand down to loosen his tie. Once it’s undone, you start to work on the buttons of his shirt, but he gets impatient. He grabs either side of his shirt and rips it open, sending pearly white buttons scattering across your floor.

“I’ll clean those up,” he says before crashing his lips against yours again. He won’t clean them up, you both know that.

Matt’s hand creeps between your legs and slides between your soaked lips. He slips one finger, then two in with ease and begins to finger you, opening you up for his cock. His long fingers curl and rub all the right spots that have your knees shaking after only a few minutes.

The position makes it awkward, but you fumble with his belt and pants until his zipper is down and you can fit your hand inside. You grab his hard cock and you hear his breath catch in his throat. As cocky as Matt is, you find it endearing that he’s so sensitive. You grip him as he rocks against your hand, chasing the friction that he has lasted so long without.

You groan as your head falls forward and you rest it on Matt’s solid chest. He leans down to bury his nose in your hair, taking in the scent of your hair that he has grown to miss when you’re gone.

“Fuck, Matt, I don’t want to cum yet,” you pant as his fingers fuck into you.

“Why not?” he asks, genuinely confused.

“Want to fuck you.”

“You can have both,” he says, the smirk evident in his voice.

Matt makes it his personal mission to wring as many orgasms out of you as possible, and this time is no different. His thumb meets your clit and he rubs it while he fucks you with his fingers, and it doesn’t take long before you’re cumming around them. Once he rides you through it, he pulls his fingers out of you and brings them up to his lips. You pick your head up to watch as he pushes his fingers between his lips and sucks your cum off of them. A whine involuntarily escapes your mouth but you don’t have the energy to be embarrassed, not when you’re still reeling and when Matt looks this angelic in the dim lighting of the apartment.

“Why don’t we move to the bed? You’re still shaking,” he grins devilishly.

You roll your eyes half-heartedly and make your way through your dark apartment to your bed. Your knees are a bit wobbly, so Matt lets you lean on him for support. The irony certainly isn’t lost on you.

When you reach the bed, you both rush to undress each other. Matt shrugs his open shirt off and tosses it to the floor, then slips his oxfords off before pushing his pants and boxers down, kicking them near his shirt. You had gotten distracted while undressing yourself, and when Matt realizes that you’re still half dressed because you had been watching him, his smirk grows.

“Are you enjoying the show?”

His voice snaps you out of your trance and you finish getting undressed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say.

“All that money to go to law school, but you still can’t lie…” He puts your hands on your hips and tugs you close so your fronts are pressed together. “I can tell when you lie; your heart beats faster. I can also tell when you’re nervous.” You look up at him as his hands explore your body, groping over your back, ass, and down to your thighs. “You’re nervous around me a lot, aren’t you?” He poses it as a question, but he already knows the answer.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Murdock,” you scoff, turning in his arms. He stops you before you could break free from his hold, so you’re pinned between his bare chest and the edge of your bed.

He reaches his arm around your body and slips his fingers between your lips to toy with your sensitive clit once again. You stifle a gasp, but he heard it anyway.

“Still sensitive, sweetheart? We can take it slow,” he says, still rubbing at the same pace. The overstimulation makes you squirm, and you know he’ll slow down if you tell him to, but the torture is part of the game.

“Will you hurry up and fuck me?” you hiss, making his chuckle.

“What’s the rush? I’d ask if you have a date, but I know you don’t. You haven’t been on a date since we first hooked up. Are you afraid no one can compare to me?” His mouth is right next to your ear, whispering with hot breath that makes goosebumps break out on your skin. You can’t find an answer in your scrambled brain, so he continues. “I tried to sleep with other women but… I always came back to you. I need you as much as you need me; don’t lie and tell me you don’t.”

There’s no point in lying anymore. All of your attraction and infatuation with Matt is in the open, and apparently he reciprocates your feelings. This is a conversation for afterwards, or never, but not in the middle of sex.

“Will you be a good girl and let me give you what you need?”

“Yes,” you huff, getting more frustrated by the second.

“I want you to say it,” you can feel his smirk against your neck

“I’ll be a good girl,” you respond with the most bite you can manage.

He laughs as he pushes you down on the bed. Before you can even bounce, Matt’s pinning you down and burying his face in the crook of your neck. He pushes your legs apart and slots himself between them, his cock pressed against your pussy.

“I’m guessing it’s too much to ask you to say please?” he jokes as he lines the head up with your entrance.

“Go to hell, Matt,” you huff.

“Only if I get to take you with me,” he says as he pushes into you.

It only takes one slow stroke for him to be fully sheathed inside of you, and the feeling of Matt inside you, on top of you, surrounding you, is almost more than you can handle. He pushes himself up, resting his weight on his forearm so he has a better angle, and the subtle display of his strength doesn’t go unnoticed. He keeps his head close to yours, trailing kisses down your neck, claiming you with his lips and teeth, leaving the occasional mark that, even though he can’t see it, tell’s everyone else that you’re owned. As much as you hate the thought of being owned, especially by Matt, you can’t deny that he’s ruined everyone else for you. He’s the only one you want like this.

He slowly rocks his hips against you, torturously slow, especially for the teasing that led up to this. His free hand slides down your body and grabs your thigh, keeping a possessive grip on it to keep you exactly where he wants you.

“Please,” you whine pathetically, but you don’t have it in you to care, especially not when the desperate sound of your voice spurs Matt on.

He thrusts his hips faster now, actually fucking you instead of slowly griding against you to see how much you could take.

His breath is hot and loud in your ear and you can tell this is just as much torture for him as it is for you. Matt Murdock and his masochistic streak that runs a mile wide.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers breathlessly.

“You don’t know that,” you say. Sure, you’d like to believe that Matt would think you were beautiful if he could see you, but you couldn’t be certain.

“Doesn’t matter, I can feel it. You’re -fuck- so perfect, every part of you. Can’t get enough of you.”

You don’t have to be able to hear his heartbeat to know he’s telling the truth. For the first time since meeting him, there weren’t any teasing remarks, no innuendos, no hint of a smirk in his voice.

You shut your eyes tightly and your hands roam over his upper body. You allow yourself to imagine, just for a moment, what it would be like if you couldn’t see him. You felt the raised bumps of scars on his torso, each of which probably have a wild story behind them. Despite the scars and hard muscle underneath, his skin is soft and smooth in a way that makes you sure he has some kind of skincare routine. It’s much too wholesome to think about during sex, but you can’t help but let your mind wander to a wholesome image of Matt, fresh from the shower and relaxed.

Your hands slide up into his hair and you guide him away from your neck so you can kiss him. These kisses aren’t like the ones from earlier. Gone is the desperate groping, the rough, bruising force and nipping teeth. These kisses are gentle, tender, and as he laces his fingers with yours in a firm hold, you can feel the intention behind it.

“God, Matt, I’m gonna cum,” you whisper between kisses.

“Watch your language,” he replies, because no matter how intimate the situation, Matt will always be Matt.

“Watch it for me,” you say before capturing his lips again.

Matt keeps a steady pace and slowly, you are pushed over the edge and your orgasm washes over you. You feel like you spend hours in pure bliss as Matt fucks you through it. You vaguely register him pulling out because the loss of him makes you feel beyond empty.

Once you come down from your high, you reach out for Matt but he is out of reach. You open your eyes and find yourself alone in your room. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t be an issue, but you doubt Matt has your apartment layout recognized.

“Matt?” you call out, your voice echoing against the hardwood floors.

“In the kitchen!” he responds, followed by the sound of the sink running. How did he-

Before you could begin to wonder how he found the sink so quickly, he returns with a warm, wet towel and a bottle of water. He cleans his cooling cum off of your stomach, which you are grateful for being the position you were lying in was starting to hurt your back.

Once you’re cleaned, he tosses the rag to the floor, once again promising to clean it up in the morning which you know he won’t do. He joins you on the bed, under the covers for the first time. You lay with your legs tangled together and your faces inches apart. It’s hard to see in the dark room, but the light from the window catches his eyes and makes them sparkle like you’ve never seen before.

“I think we should-”

“We don’t have to talk about it,” he interrupts.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” you roll your eyes.

“After all that, you still have an attitude,” he chuckles to himself. “Fine then, say what you were going to say.”

You pause for a moment because that had, in fact, been what you were going to say. You hate that Matt can predict you like this, but it also makes you feel important, that he cares enough about you to make note of the little things you say and do.

“What happens after this?” you ask instead.

“So we’re gonna talk about it,” he gives a small smile as he shifts underneath the covers. “I think… that we shouldn’t do this anymore.”

Oh. That makes your heart sink and a cold feeling of regret washes over you. How could you be so foolish to think that this was anything more than a casual hookup, and now you’ve ruined it-

“You’re more than a… prize to me. I only agreed to this bet because I didn’t think you’d actually date me, and I’d take you in any way I could get you,” he confesses.

“Why did you think I wouldn’t date you?”

“I mean, look at you. You’re way out of my league,” he playfully nudges your calf with his foot. “You just always seemed like you didn’t like me.”

“Yeah, because every time I see your stupid, pretty face, I know I’m about to have my ass handed to me in court.”

He laughs and his eyes crinkle at the outer corners, and you can’t help yourself when you reach out to touch them. He mirrors your position and rests his hand on your cheek. He brushes your cheekbones with his thumb before moving onto the bridge of your nose.

“I knew it,” he says with a smile. “I knew you’re beautiful.”

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honeymaki · 3 years

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Parings: Ymir x fem!reader

Warnings: sugar mommy/sugar baby relationship, public sex, size kink, strap on, oral, fingering, mentions of bimbo reader

word count: 1.1k

A/N: first thing on this blog and it’s sugar mommy!Ymir god help us

꧁✿🌸╭⊱ Sugar mommy!Ymir doesn’t flaunt it, no, not in the ways others may flaunt their money. She’s tactful, tasteful with dark jeans and shiny belts and skin shirts dropped open to show the intricate tattoo lacing down her sternum, framed by silver chains. Rings adorning her fingers, thick and chunky and worth more than the weight of the diamonds fixed to your earlobes, but she’d never tell you how much, or where she got them, only snapping a picture at them pressing against the delicate skin of your throat. She’s niche, addictive, wants you begging for more, more of anything when you’re with her, treating you to an expensive trip to the shops and then slipping her hand under your skirt in the fancy restaurant she’s on the VIP list for. You don’t ask what her job is, how she got all her funds and savings and you definitely don’t ask her why she keeps you around, dumb little you with wide eyes and glossy lips and a tendency to maybe act up just a little bit when she invades the privacy of the dressing room in favour of shoving her fingers down your throat and grinding her thigh against your warm cunt.

꧁✿🌸╭⊱ She’s never the type to buy you pretty lingerie and then rip it all off you with the intention of getting you naked as quickly as possible - no. She has a myriad of cameras, professional photographer ones and vintage ones that make funny clicking sounds when they produce polaroids of your body stretched out amongst the furs and satins of the bed. Ymir adores going back through the photos, putting them in order and flipping through each garment of your outfit being peeled off, remembering each flex of her fingers against your skin and each pose she put you in. God - the first time she pulled out her favourite camera, you’d hidden behind your hands and bitten your lip in embarrassment because Ymir had forced your legs apart and snapped far too many photos of your cunt fluttering and glistening in the orange light of the dining room. Over time, you got used to her funny requests, growing more and more confident in front of the camera until she didn’t have to ask you to pose any more, you did it of your own accord and often included the pretty black dildo she’d bought for you or the silver nipple clamps that matched the bars through hers. She’s got the photos all hidden in a Louis Vuitton shoe box under her bed and sometimes, when she can’t take you with her on business trips, she’ll select her favourites and stare at them in the emptiness of her hotel room with her hand between her legs and your voice cooing down the phone for her.

꧁✿🌸╭⊱ Ymir fucks you like she’s afraid you’ll leave her, ditch her for someone who will pay you more to be by their side, someone who will provide more for you, give you more, fuck you more - be more than her. So she stakes her claim on her body with mean fingers but a soft mouth, lips tugging at your nipples and cock slipping through the folds of your cunt, aching with the words she whispers into your skin, “C’mon princess, work it for me, you were so desperate for my cock earlier so why’re you being so shy now hm? Where’d my good girl go? Thought I taught you better than to be all bark but no bite, talkin’ all that shit about being able to take my cock and then being too fuckin shy to ride it like the whore I know you really are,”. And it’s the thick metal band on her thumb and the jutting of her hips that have you creaming over her cock, slick and shiny and the prettiest purple colour at your request. She always makes you ride this one, teases you with the fat head of it before yanking your hips down the ribbed girth of it, the thickest of her collection and the one that makes you cry the hardest. “Awh, is my baby girl crying already? Is my cock too much for you? Can’t take it? Hm? Such a pity, I was gonna give in and fuck you like you wanted, give you a little rest from being such a stupid brat but if you’re just gonna be a little cry baby then you can make it up to me,”. And even though you blubber and bounce and twitch and jerk over her cock, that thumb never leaves your clit and that hand aids in your grinds till you shudder and drench her lap with your spend.

꧁✿🌸╭⊱ Something Ymir loves especially, is taking you along to her business events, paying you a hefty sum to wear no panties and the prettiest silk dress that sticks to your skin like water, and drapes over your curves and slopes. She loves showing you off, suit jacket discarded over her chair and shirt unbuttoned to show the jewel at her throat matching the ones on your wrists, a sheen of sweat dampening her skin with how utterly delicious you looked. It was merely an opportunity to show her coworkers and friends that she could afford a pretty dumb thing to hang off her arm, and then follow her into the private bathroom when people were slightly too drunk to question the damp spot on the back of your dress as you disappeared into the shadows. There’s just something about attaching her lips to the hard throb of your clit that was addictive to Ymir, propping you up on the marble counter top and hiking your watery dress up over your sinful hips, urging you to mess up her hair and play with your breasts, over the fabric, over the cool satin of your dress so that it wrinkled and folded with the scratch of your nails and the pebbling of your nipples. You always tasted sweeter in public, especially with a few glasses of champagne in you and your glossy lips sticky and bitten from how often you tried to seduce Ymir into a corner to play with you. Please, every event ended like this, every business dinner and gala finished with Ymir’s fingers fucking into your clenching hole and her teeth dragging over your clit till you gushed down her hand and stained her shirt. You were both addicted to each other, money and gifts and favours be damned - and the first time you called her mommy? The first time you begged for mommy’s fingers in your needy little cunt? Fuck - Ymir was sure you blacked out from how hard she’d fucked you.

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meltwonu · 2 years

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2. “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

8. “Like what you see?”

notes; sugar-daddy!seokmin, sugar-baby!reader, softdom!seokmin, size!kink, dirty talk. Omg finally! 😭💕 First drabble of the new year kfhskdf, I was meant to finish this cycle last year but y’kno, as things would have it.. Lol ☠️ANYWAY, i’m gonna be redoing some of the graphics for my tumblr at some point and hopefully have the time to update my masterlists and catch up to inbox msgs 😮‍💨 I know there’s a lot from dec I never got to answer bc of um everything that happened lol 😵‍💫 I am also telling myself to worry less about the lengths of my drabbles so we’ll see how that goes! 🥲💕 I was really obsessing over them being a certain length but I need to be less harsh on myself, I think 🥲 Thank you for always supporting me, let’s have a lot of fun this year too! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

ps. this man has the largest cock. confirmed 😮‍💨❤️‍🔥 LOL

*queued post.

Seokmin pays you an extra $800 to stay the night; tells you he needs to relieve some work stress and can’t do it alone.

“Ngh, f-fuck, S–Seokmin, w-wait…”

The head of his cock teases your entrance as your teary eyes open to peer up at him - his hair mussed and already sweaty as you bite your bottom lip.

You’d been under Seokmin’s mercy for the better part of an hour now.

“Like what you see?” He smirks.

“I–I’m, a-ah, y-yeah but–but last time…”

Your cheeks burn as you remember the last time he’d fucked you; his thick cock making you cum as soon as he’d bottomed out and then making you black out as soon as he’d filled you up with his cum when he finally reached his orgasm.

He’d paid you extra then too - a cute sorry note adorning the bouquet of roses he’d had shipped to your apartment afterwards.

“Ah, last time… But I prepped you well this time, didn’t I, sweetheart? Or do you want more of my tongue on that sensitive ‘lil clit of yours, hmm? Maybe more of my fingers spreading your sweet ‘lil pussy open for my cock?”

He swivels his hips and teases your entrance with the head of his cock - sweet, soft moans rolling off of your lips when he slowly dips the tip in.

“I–no, p-please, I don’t t-think I can, mmnh, w-wait any longer… Please, S–Seokmin… I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck m-me this badly…”

The tears well up in your eyes from frustration - your entire body alight with desire as Seokmin smirks down at you.

“Oh? You finally get a taste of my cock and now look at you, sweetheart… So needy and desperate to be filled, huh? You want me to fuck your needy ‘lil cunt into the shape of my cock, don’t you?”

“Y–yes! Seokmin, please! Hurry!”

You shake your hips and try to get him to sink his cock into you, only for him to laugh and lick his lips in return.

“You’re so cute when you beg, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want. I’ll make sure that all you remember and think about is how well my cock fills you up.”

Your mouth opens in a silent moan as Seokmin starts to sink his cock in; your toes already curling behind his back at the delicious stretch that has your mind hazy..

“Relax for me, sweetheart~ Be a good girl for me~”

His cock immediately curves perfectly into your sweet spot as you cry out his name and try to hold back from cumming as soon as he bottoms out.

“O-oh, god, mmngh, Seokmin, y–you’re so b-big… Ah…”

Seokmin grunts as he peers down; eyes drinking in the way your pussy is stretched around his thick girth.

“Mm, so proud of you for not cumming yet~” He teases. “D’you think you can hold out~?”

You clamp your teary eyes shut just as he lets out a teasing chuckle - goosebumps rising on your skin as soon as he draws his hips back to start shallowly thrusting back into you.

“I d-don’t know, ngh, i–it feels too g-good...”

Seokmin’s eyes twinkle as he watches your face contort in pleasure; cock throbbing inside your hot cunt as your walls only suck him in deeper.

“I know, sweetheart~ But you’re doing so well taking all of my cock~ It could barely fit last time but you’ll get used to it, won’t you? I’ll have to reward you for being so good for me~”

The teasing lilt in his voice makes your back arch off of the bed as the head of his cock slams your g-spot repeatedly and you find yourself slowly losing your self-control as the pleasure washes over you.

And Seokmin knows.

“Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart, don’t cum just yet~”

“Buh–but... Seokmin...”

You let out a sniffle as your walls tighten around his cock and he’s quick to halt his movements as he leans down until his face is only centimetres from your own.

“If you can hold out and not cum until I let you, I’ll let you take my car and my black card while I’m in my meeting tomorrow morning. How’s that sound, sweetheart?”

#seokmin smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seokmin scenarios #seokmin imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seokmin fic #dokyeom smut

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shoutogepi · 3 years

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First Time BJ HC’s

with Bakugou, Kirishima, Shinsou, & Todoroki

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : [ ✘ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 (𝟏𝟖+) ] smut!

𝐡𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 : how would they act while receiving head for the first time?

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i don’t usually mention this but i did wanna say that they’re all 18+, AS THEY ARE IN EVERYTHING I WRITE. also please minors stay aWAY. LEAVE NOW PLEASE i am begging you.

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 💥

surprisingly vocal and loud about it!! omg this mf... your panties are def gonna be drenched after giving him head.

fists your hair and shoves your head down, choking you with his dick. he’s just really eager and excited to finally have your mouth on him!!

lost in the pleasure of it all. so he lets his guard down and ends up making mouth-watering noises for you to indulge in while you service him.

LOTS of grunts and whispered curses under his breath.

probably lasts like 5 mins but only because he’s battling himself not to bust every 15 seconds.

when he does come, he pulls out and paints it across your face. honestly, he’s been dreaming about doing exactly that ever since he first saw you.

yeah, he knows he’s nasty lol...

asks you if he can take a pic for his spank bank when he’s done.

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Your tongue glides across his hot length, lapping at the bulging veins that line the underside of his shaft. As your lips make their way to the base of his cock, he lets out a gravely moan and your eyes roll back at the sound of it, ignoring the dull ache that’s begun to form at the back of your throat.

“Deeper, Princess...” the blonde grunts, his hips shifting up so the swollen head of his cock nestles deep into your wet mouth. “Fuck yeah.”

He pants, vermillion orbs glaring down at you as he lets you off his lap and you sputter for air. The sight of your saliva stringing out between your parted lips and his slick cock makes him ache. Even without your mouth on him, he feels just as hot, like no matter what you do, he gets closer to coming with every second of you on your knees in from of him.

It’s not long before Bakugou’s deciding you’ve had enough air, slapping his girth against your lips. He swears as your tongue pokes out to trace the ridge of his heavy cock head, the muscle lashing out to caress his skin and take him into your mouth again.

“Shit, oh my fucking god— fuck—” His grip on your locks tightens as you hollow your cheeks and suck on him, salty pre-come dripping down the back of your tongue.

Your thighs push together as your core drools for him, his moans clouding your thoughts as you move your neck to pump faster. His balls tighten and the feeling in his stomach sharpens, thighs twitching beneath your splayed fingers.

“Nnn— no baby, slow down, slo—” You don’t pay him any mind, twirling your tongue extra hard against him as you push him to the back of your mouth. “Fuck!” He moans as he shoves you off him, his cock leaving your lips just fast enough for his release to spray over your cheeks and across one eye. His legs don’t stop shaking even as his cock ceases gushing, his hand coming to cradle the back of your head and smear the white liquid across your lips.

He groans as your tongue wanders out to meet the digit, cleaning his essence from your mouth with a coy smile. His gaze burns down into yours, desire still simmering in his bright irises.

“That was fuckin’ hot, Princess,” he commends, watching his come trickle down your face before his fingers reach for his phone. “You’ll let me snap a pic, yeah baby?”

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𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 🧱

attempts to be really manly about it but just like bakugou, he cannot shut up about how good it feels. vocally admires you the whole time.

he was hesitant to let you go down on him in the first place, because to him, sex should revolve around your pleasure.

so when you told him that making him feel good in turn makes you feel good, he shuts up and pulls his pants down real quick LOLL.

praises you the whole time, treats you like a goddess and he’s your loyal worshipper.

he doesn’t really know what to do with his hands so he alternates between stroking your hair/chin and covering his face when he’s sure he’s making an obscene expression (although fails to actually hide said expressions from you, much to your delight).

when he’s about to come, he gives ample warning and makes sure to ask where you want him to finish.

hot and respectful experience, 10/10.

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Kirishima throws his head back as he moans, his fingers slipping through the hair at the crown of your head. “That feels so, so good baby girl...” His other hand curls into a fist atop his thigh, which tenses as your nails scrape down the inside of it.

You look up at him through your lashes, tongue following the thick ridge on the bottom of his length. Fitting him in your mouth is a feat of its own, his cock rock-hard and thicker than you expected between your lips. Connecting gazes with him, you watch as his sharp teeth dig into his bottom lip, his hand slipping from your head to shield the lewd look twisting his features. You can feel your cunt warm at the sight of his furrowed brow and hanging jaw, his ragged panting only egging your ministrations further.

“What about this, Kiri?” You spoke against his shaft, lips moving across the slick skin and moving to swirl your tongue around his thick head.

“That’s—” he cuts himself off with a moan when you suck on his sensitive member, sliding half his cock into your warm, wet mouth. “God, you’re amazing!”

You hum, satisfied with his answer. But that only makes his moans louder, his fingers tugging at the roots of your hair again. Your free hand caresses his heavy sack, thumb rubbing over his soft skin and squeezing ever so slightly.

Kirishima whimpers your name, forcing your eyes to meet his crimson gaze once again. He looks absolutely wrecked, lips parted and hot puffs of breath escaping as his chest rises and falls quickly. “I’m really close, baby girl... where do you want me to..?”

All he receives is a flirty wink in response before you continue your movements, and he doesn’t bother to hold back the moan nor the desperate expression that crosses his handsome features. After a few moments of going to work his hips begin to shuffle under you and he tenses, and you open your throat and allow him to push his cock into your mouth on his own accord.

“Holy shit!” He cries as he comes down your throat, his hot spend warming your body as your tongue pets his cock, waiting for him to fall from his high. “You’re so beautiful, baby girl,” he murmurs once he’s done, pulling you up for a passionate kiss.

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𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮 🔮

tries to keep his cool and succeeds... for the most part.

sits back and lets you do your thing, eyes never leaving you for even a second.

he has a pretty dick and acts like he knows it, but it looks so, so much better slipping in and out of your mouth.

gently fucks your face. he likes having you take your time, which is also why he lasts longer than you were expecting. nothing crazy tho prob like 10 mins max HAHA.

he bites his lip to keep the noises in so he’s no where near as loud as the others... but when the occasional moan does slip out, it makes it only that much better.

combs his hands through his hair a lot. also thinks about how he’s gonna reciprocate this great favor once you’re done...

oozes a lot of pre throughout the whole ordeal but he actually doesn’t taste too bad?? magic man. comes on your tongue and demands you hold it there for a second before you swallow. o.o

after everything’s done he’s shocked that he was able to control himself so well lmao

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“Fuck...” Shinsou breathes the swear out lowly, brow twitching while his rough fingertips glide through his indigo locks. He would smirk at the purr that rumbles through your body at his praise, but your mouth sinks down to the base of his cock and his teeth push deep into his bottom lip instead.

Violet eyes fixate on your mouth, the way your slobber glistens and trails behind your lips with each purposeful movement of your neck. He wants to allow his eyes to roll into his skull as his swollen head presses against the back of your throat, but he forces his gaze to remain on you, determined not to miss a single second of the show.

His fingers curl into his roots as your tongue swipes against his flushed skin, allowing a quiet groan to escape as you repeat the movement. Briefly he wonders how you can be so good at this, how he feels like he’s been on the edge of his orgasm for the past five minutes and somehow he’s loving every second of your heavenly torture.

He licks his lips as your mouth leaves his cock and he watches the strands of saliva that connect the two, how your lips curl into a confident smile as your eyes meet his. Tracing your tongue along the side of his cock up and down, then sucking and nibbling at the same skin immediately afterwards. Another groan tumbles out of him, his hand flying to your hair and tugging your head up so that his erect cock rests against your sealed lips.

You keep his gaze as your tongue wanders out and pets his head, then slipping the length back into your hot mouth as far as you can. Shinsou lets out a particularly heavy breath at the action, his hips jerking up gently so he pushes all the way into your throat. It’s easy to find a rhythm for the both of you, and for the first time, he lets himself close his eyes and become lost in the feeling of your mouth on him.

“Just like that, kitty... that’s it, good girl...” He starts to grunt and grow louder as he reaches the cusp of ecstasy, still pushing his cock in between your lips until the feeling becomes too much to hold back anymore. “Hold your tongue out.”

Following his instruction, your pink muscle is covered in white as he comes, some dripping down your tongue and disappearing down your throat. He strokes himself through it, dipping his thumb in the puddle of his seed after he’s finished before he pushes the finger back and you wrap your lips around the digit as you swallow everything.

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𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 ❄️

poor baby, he is sooo flustered and reactive. almost catches on fire a handful of times.

not super vocal at first but he pants a lot and every time you go further down on him, his breath catches in his throat.

speaking of preTTY DICKS!!!!! he has the prettiest.

honestly he doesn’t last very long. he just is so sensitive bc he’s never had anything so warm and wet and gorgeous near his cock before. and he prob doesn’t jack off as often as the others so there’s that too..

he doesn’t have a clue what to do with his hands, very similar to kirishima in the way that his fingers are either touching you or masking the bottom of his face. he keeps his eyes on you most of the time though, taking mental pictures— hell, a mental video— and frying it into his brain.

warns you when he’s getting close, moans increasing in depth, frequency, and volume. he’s so head over heels for you that just holding your gaze brings him even closer to the edge.

doesn’t care where he comes, but seeing his spend on your face does things to him...

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Dual-colored eyes pierce into yours as you hollow your cheeks, wet tongue flush to the delicate skin of his aching member. Shouto’s hand lands over his mouth, long fingers stretching across his face as his brows scrunch beneath his silky locks. A harsh breath falls from his lips as your mouth drops down to the base of his throbbing cock. His contoured abdomen quivering underneath your fingers as he draws in another shaky breath, you savor how his gaze is locked on your tongue snaking around his wide shaft.

“Ahah~ that feels—” he sucks in between his clenched teeth, fingers on his other hand carding through the hairs falling around your face. “Incredible, angel.” His sock-clad toes curl and drag through the carpet beside your knees, your nails digging into the ample muscle that lines his thighs. The action elicits a broken gasp which in turn makes you moan around his rosy cock.

His hips buck up and shove his length into your throat even deeper at the vibrations, only making him sigh deeply with bliss. You gag and sputter around him, your throat tightening and forcing another heavy huff from his lungs. He allows you to come up for air, feelings mixed about how the sight of you struggling to breath makes him ache for you even more.

“Don’t stop, love...” he mumbles, barely cognizant as his head spins, your lips sliding around him and answering his plea instantly. His hand curls around the back of your head, loosely guiding your strokes and forming a makeshift ponytail that keeps most of your hair out of the way. “You look so pretty like this, oh god...”

The number of grunts and moans floating out of him increases as you find a steady tempo to bob your head to, his fist in your hair allowing your movements to speed up. You can feel him gradually tensing, his pants becoming more breathless and desperate, little pleas falling from his lips as his voice turns more gruff.

“I’m gonna come,” he cautions abruptly, digits pulling at your roots tighter, his other hand flying up to push his own hair back from his forehead as the pressure builds within him. His frantic gaze meets your calm one, his face contorting with the increasing pleasure. “W-Where should I— Fuck, love— agh, God, I— I’m—”

His body trembles as he falls over the edge, orgasm wracking through him as thick ribbons of white shoot onto your chin, your hand stroking his slick length as you guide him through the haze of euphoria. He comes a good amount, especially when you stick the head of his cock back inside your mouth and happily allow the last few spurts to coast down your throat.

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(ᇴ‿ᇴ) ahh i love smut.. lol lmk why i made toshi so daddy tho tfff

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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Aphrodisiac Induced Angel and Sorcerer

Word Count: 1K Each

A/N: i have nothing to say except that grass can’t fix my thristing. i also like to think that solomon would be a complete mess if given the chance to be with mc in an intimate way

Intro:

The angel can’t help but bounce in his steps as he walks up the steps of the House of Lamentation. You invited him over for help on a project. Simeon would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel a twinge of pride at you coming to him for help. Surely, you could have gone to the brothers or anyone else, but you chose him. He smiles at the thought, grabbing the handle of the front door and letting himself in. The cold air of the house stings against his skin, warm from his own internal heat but also from the walk. Perhaps, if he’s lucky, he’ll be able to spend time afterwards with you where studying won’t be the thing that keeps you two together but rather you wanting him to be there. For now, the time that he has with you will remain uninterrupted and while that may not last long, he only pleads with himself that perhaps you’ll become distracted and in turn you’ll lose focus and beg for him to pay attention to you, textbooks forgotten and only the sound of your laughter filling his ears.

It’s wishful thinking, thinking that has his face burn in fear that somehow Father is listening to his every thought and watching him with unblinking and judgemental eyes. His breath catches in his throat, suffocating him and he has to remind himself, mumbling under his breath that as long as he’s in Devildom, he remains unseen. He walks into the kitchen, opting to calm himself before he accompanies you- he doesn’t want the time that he spends with you to be sullied by something frivolous as thinking. At the kitchen table sits a plate of baked goods, a lovely handwritten note creeping from under it, warning the reader to not eat any of the treats.

The time that he spends in Devildom must be corrupting him. He’s sure of it. His glove is dotted with crumbs, his eyes glancing towards the entryway grateful that no one is there to watch as he takes a bite out of something that he was warned not to. It’s not as if there should be much harm to it, there were plenty on the plate and there still are. The treat melts in his mouth, burning his tongue and making his eyes water. It burns him and he takes more, scarfing down the treat and leaning over the counter, his eyes wide and body now aflame. It tastes so familiar, the way that the treat melts in his mouth and weighs heavy on his tongue, so sweet that it must be a crime.

His chest is tight, his hand scratching down the counter and his head grows foggy. Simeon walks towards you, knocking gingerly at the door, his chest still and lungs burning with the desire to breathe- to breathe in something, anything, your own scent, something so intoxicating that it fills his lungs with the sweet relief of air. Looking at you, he wonders if this is what it feels like to be human, to want and have your own body constrict around itself despite knowing its sin.

Simeon:

Simeon doesn’t know why he goes to you. He’s aware of what’s happening to him- the burning desire deep in him, the way that the thought of you makes his heart beat against his chest in a way that makes him scared it’ll actually rupture past his ribs and spill his blood on the floor beneath him. He can hear you come to the door, the shadow under the small space and the twisting of the knob. His breath hitches in his throat when he looks at you, his mind swirling with thoughts of you- wanting to hold you, wanting to kiss you, wanting to pin you against your bed and kiss your neck. You call his name and he collapses into your arms, his hands grasping fitsfuls of your shirt in his hand. His breath is ragged, heavy and puffing against your bare neck and you stumble when he walks forward, out of the way from the doorframe, far enough to kick the door close. He isn’t sure what he is doing, but he knows that when he’s beside you, he’s breathing in your scent and that only makes him want to pull you closer.

You’re the only thought he has in his mind- the only one that he is able to make sense of. He leans against you, his eyes closing and his grip on you tightening. He whispers an apology, his breath warm against the shell of your ear, his voice sweet as he lets his lips graze against your earlobe and rest on your neck. His apologies are slurred, his weight leaning against you as he clings to you tightly. He confesses that he had eaten something he shouldn’t have and now he stands in your arms with a cock that throbs in the confines of his pants. He flinches at your touch, burying his head into the crook of your neck, whining when your hand parts through his hair and your fingertips lay at the base of his neck. If he had known what the effects of the sweet would have been he would have never taken it, he promises with a shaky breath.

It’s hard to think when you’re so close to him. His mind is foggy and the only thing he can think about is how sweet you smell, how earthly and the scent of your cream faint against his nose. He’s desperate, gingerly pressing himself close to your thigh only to flinch when he makes contact. Your heart beats, pulsing against his lips and he wonders what you’d taste like, how you’d feel under his lips and before he’s even able to think about that, he starts to cry, clinging close to you with tears that glisten down the curve of his face. His eyes are brimmed with tears, begging for you to take care of him. The pulsing is too much, he can’t think and the only thing that can even come close to a thought is you. He falls to his knees, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close to him, his face pressed against your plump stomach. He begs for your forgiveness- his straight up perversion as he cries against you, unable to take the growing ache in his pants.

Sin starts to overtake him, pulling him close and leading him to the bed where he lies above your comforter, his hands covering his face and his legs shaking. He can already feel semen leak past his briefs and stain the inside of his pants from just the simple guidance to your bed. Despite the sin that he commits, you treat him with kindness, cupping his face and shushing him when his sob catches in his throat. Your hands flutter to his thighs, squeezing the muscle and he can hear your breathless laugh when he jerks in response. He begs for no more teasing, he doesn’t think he can handle it when he’s already in such a vulnerable position. As pitiful as it is, he lets out a whine when you unzip his pants but you don’t laugh and through the gaps between his fingers, he can see you smile softly down at him. You pet his cock between the briefs, his breath catching is his throat as he watches you toy with the outline of his cock. More semen leaks, staining his briefs in a darker color.

His breath is still sweet, his heart beating against his chest and his eyes filled with tears, as he shuts his eyes when his cock meets the cool air of your room. Your hand wraps around his cock, and arches his back into your loose fist. His bulging base is firm as it throbs in your hand, small ripples that form underneath your palm as you give a tentative squeeze. The angel beside you is adorned with a flushed face, his eyes shining with unshed tears and your name on his lips. Your hands leave his cock and he shakes his head, muttering “no” under his breath. He’s already felt you and he’s so drunk off of love and want, that he can’t bear for you to move away from him. Not when you’re so close. You pull him upwards, letting him rest beside you, your body close to his as your hand wraps around his cock, lazily pumping him. He hides his face, panting and thrusting his hips in a sloppy fashion to meet your hand. Simeon is under the light of your room, the pale orange glow and the stars that peek between your curtain, his cock twitching and spilling in a pearly white onto your hand that cradles him gently. There’s a building pressure in his stomach, one that makes him eager to kiss you and touch you despite everything in him screaming that this action is already too far. As if you could read his distressed thoughts, your hand flutters to his face, lifting him upwards to kiss at the corner of his lips. His tongue lolls out, gasping for breath and your thumb runs over his ridges. Your name is repeated, sullied by the angel’s lustful nature as he spills his seed in your hands, and he reaches out, leaning forward to capture your lips in a kiss that only makes his leg shake in ecstasy.

Intro:

Solomon walks into the House of Lamentation, taking great glee that everyone else happens to be busy with some task that pertains to their specific realm. While he, however, gets to indulge in some quality alone time with you. He walks into the house, his smile creeping as the house is silent. He really does have you all to himself- he gets to just sit around and talk to you without disturbance. His tongue peeks to wet his lips, his mouth dry and thirst lingers to linger. You already know that he’s here, having messaged you early, he calls your name, letting you know that he’s in the kitchen. He can hear a muffled reply, one that he can’t quite make out due to the thick walls. Assuming that you might have asked for a drink, he pulls two out of the fridge, setting them down on the counter.

In the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of something shining under the light, his attention now turned to it. On the counter sits a glass covered plate with neatly arranged baked sweets inside of it. There’s a sticky note attached- elegant handwriting that tells the reader not to take one without permission. There’s plenty of them, and finding no harm in taking just one, he does a quick glance around the room to make sure it is empty. With delicate hands, he lifts the glass cover, grabbing a sweet and taking a bite. It’s sweet, overly so, filling his mouth and yet, in the next bite, it’s perfect- soft and sweet, the sweet melting in his mouth. He eats the remainder, licking his lips, taking another quick glance to the entrance of the kitchen, he reaches for another. As he does so, you call his name, his body turning towards your voice and walking towards you as if he were in a trance.

Being around the Avatar of Lust should have prepared Solomon for any hints of aphrodisiacs. It wouldn’t be his time that he’s been engulfed with the sweet scent of one, nor the lingering taste that sits heavy on his tongue and makes his teeth ache with sweetness. And yet, he doesn’t notice the fogginess in his mind until he stands at your door. His mouth is filled with cotton, his chest tight with labored breathing that puffs past his lips, and he can hardly think straight. All that Solomon knows is that he wants to be near you and not in the way that he usually wants- to hold your hand and be seated by you, but in a way much more intimate that makes his face flush and skin burn. His feet drag against the floor, his eyes heavy and he can feel the pulsing of his cock, and the beating of his heart that beats in his rib cage. Your voice sounds closer, still muffled by the door, but he can hear you, he can hear your bed creak and the sound of your footsteps walking towards the door.

Solomon:

The few seconds that it takes you to arrive at your door are the longest that the sorcerer has ever gone through. He can hear your steps, he can feel the air shaft and his mouth is filled with drool. He wonders if his face is still flushed, blood pooling in his cheeks or he’s finally returned to a normal color. Despite the twisting in his stomach and the familiar pang of want, Solomon greets you at your door, smiling cheerfully and teasing at how fast you came rushing to the door. He’s quick to rush to your bed, sitting cross legged and trying to ignore the wave of pleasure that sends a chill down his spine. He lets out a shaky breath, masking it as a breathless laugh when you give him an odd look. He only shakes his head and asks for you to sit beside him, patting the bed as he smiles. He knows what courses through his veins, he’s felt this effect multiple times in his life, and while he’s dealt with them before, he doesn’t want you to see him in such a vulnerable state, not when he’d be so fixated on his own pleasure that he’d deprive you of your own. He bites at the inside of his cheek and chastises himself for thinking that you’d even help him with his issue. He got himself into this mess, and he won’t drag you into it.

He can’t stand the look in your eyes- the confusion mixed with concern as your brows furrow and your lips pout. Yet, he continues to smile, asking for you to join him on the bed, color returning to his face when his mind wanders at the sound of his sentence. You walk quickly to him and he looks down, staring at the floorboards and gulping the salvia that has pooled in his mouth. His name is called and the sweet sound of it leaving your lips makes his heart ache- a soft whisper, his name cooed and your hands resting over his shoulders. He hums in response, keeping his head down. Your hands are soft compared to his, calluses that have formed over the ages while yours remain soft, a gentle touch that has long been forgotten. He peers upwards, letting his chin rest against your palm and the look you give him makes his lungs deflate, his heart pounding reactivity against his chest and face going red once more. You ask him if he’s all right, and he wishes that he could say yes. He wishes that he could remember the spell it was to wash away the effects of the aphrodisiac. All he wanted to do was spend the day with you. He is unable to lie to you, chuckling nervously with his hand scratching at the back of his head.

It’s much easier to stare at your closet as he explains. After all, it sounds so silly to tell you that he had eaten something that he was warned to not have eaten. He tells you how he had consumed something, an aphrodisiac that makes him unable to think properly. He’s lucky enough that he can explain it but even so, the ache in his stomach won’t lessen, his chest deflates, his voice going hoarse as he apologizes to you. He really had meant to spend the day with you, but now, he sits on your bed, defiling the very place you rest, with himself. Your hand falls from his face and for that short second where you aren’t touching him, makes his heart drop. But then, you cup his face and sit on his lap and it’s enough for his mind to spiral, his hands catching himself as he leans backwards,a heavy flush crossing over his nose and filling his face. Your hands cup his face and he can only stare at you with his mouth parted, his eyes glancing to your lips that smile at him. The aphrodisiac hits him hard when you touch him, his cock throbbing and pressing against the side of our thigh. He doesn’t know if you’re teasing him or if he’s allowed to lean into your touch. His body is on fire, his eyes widening and your lips ghost over his. You call his name and he nods his head, whispering a feeble plea for you to kiss him.

The kiss is soft, a gentle press against his lips but he wants more. He needs more. He feels as if he’s about to die if he doesn’t get more. He whines against your lips, grasping onto your shirt with shaky hands and pulling you closer to him, shifting to let the tent in his pants rub against your thigh. The tight friction makes him deepen the kiss, his tongue running over your bottom lip as his hands twist your shirt in his hands. He’s flustered, whining and breaking the kiss to whisper who he needs more, how he’s aching for your touch. Your hand rests over his thigh, his muscles twitching in response to you being there, to you even touching him. Slowly, you move upwards, every inch leaving him shaking. Finally, your hands reach over his cock, cupping the tent and palming it gently. He moans into your mouth, pulling away and resting his head on your shoulder, breathing heavily as you undo his zipper, and pull away at his briefs, letting his cock spring free, an opaque white dotting at his cock and slipping down his head.

Every feeling in his body is intensified, the blood that rushes throughout his body, the way that his saliva is heavy on his tongue, the vein on his cock that sends a pins and needles throughout his body when you rub your thumb over it- he’s breathing heavily, his hands loosening around you, only to tighten and grip at your shirt, pulling you close and telling you to continue, begging for more. His cock throbs in your hand, creamy discharge spilling over and staining himself. He lets out a moan, broken and rippled with gasps as he begs for you to continue, his cock still so sensitive and spurting out his seed. You continue on, leaving him with tears racing down his face, his voice cracking as he speaks, his cock still erect with your hand over it. You slowly lead him down, letting him lay above you, your legs spread and the shorts that you wear riding up, revealing your plump thighs. Solomon is above you, his lips pressing against yours, lining his cock between your thighs as he humps you, holding you close with tears in his eyes as he thanks you, letting his semen taint your covers.

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thithesandofferings · 2 years

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Sephiroth with Black! Reader

Summary: How Sephiroth would be with a Black reader

Tags: NSFW THEMES MINORS DNI 18+. Hair pulling, Mirror sex, oral (m! receiving)

Note : Thank you @vioietta for the request! I dont see many of these in general so I was very excited to try my hand at it!

SFW

Babe youre out of his league. Yes. I said it.

He cant believe it himself.

Every time you walk he's holding his breath.

Your hair care items? Double. In fact tripled.

He adores watching you take care of your curls and will get you the best products money can buy.

Watches you on wash day in complete awe.

If you come with a different hairstyle he immediately notices and you have to shove him a little because sometimes his eyes get too intense.

Likely does it to fluster you. And it works.

You tell him to go to the store and buy lotions and body creams and he never comes back with one, but practically the whole store.

He's thorough.

If you're the type to get your nails done, he's never NOT paying for you and if you do, hes gonna stare and grumble the whole time. Pays for your appointments 6 weeks ahead so you never do it again.

Smirks when he sees you dancing to a beat in public. You cant help it and it brings him the most joy just to see you do it.

Will meet the family and answer their questions in a stoic manner. Wont laugh- but will teach your siblings or cousin fighting lessons.

He's a little weird but he's invited back for the next holiday.

Can always always tell when you're arguing with him for real or not. Will give you the same energy back if you're joking with him.

But will listen carefully to you if you're angry about something and do his absolute best to accommodate- even apologizing after everything and so now you cant stay mad.

If you can cook, be ready for a million questions, he will eat it regardless if he likes it or not.

NSFW

KIIIINNDDAA obsessed with your body not gonna lie.

Doesnt matter what figure you are. All he sees is rock solid muscle all day. He's excited to get home to complete softness.

Will ask you random questions about your hair throughout the day, trying to find out if he can grab it later that night.

Intentionally leaves smut on his laptop when youre looking up something. Will get a video that "accidentally" looks very similar to you and him. Giving you looks when you're so distracted from what you were originally doing.

Loves fucking you in the mirror. Truly his go to thing.

Just the thought of having that contrast of hues together gets him hard so fast.

If you wear lipgloss, be prepared to have your mouth around him at any point of the day. Loves how sticky and wet his cock gets when you go down on him. Suggest you get a flavor because you'll be tasting it a lot.

Its not his fault you know? You shouldnt look up at him like that with your lips pursed.

Asks you to reapply it just so he can lick it off again.

Keeps bruises on your thighs because "your so soft all the time, you're practically slipping out my fingers.

Or he just loves the way his fingers leave darkened marks on your skin.

Keke

#Sephiroth x reader #ff7 #final fantasy headcanon #x black reader #poc reader #Thithesandofferings

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seijorhi · 3 years

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Bully ~ Part II

Oikawa Tooru x female reader (+ Iwaizumi Hajime)

TW dub/non-con, bullying, slight degradation, voyeurism, filming, implied abuse, one mention of slapping, nsfw

Part I

‘Honey, it’s your choice. Whatever you decide to do, we’ll respect.’

The final whistle sounds, the team gathering up in a huddle and with a sigh you dutifully close your books and begin to pack them away into your bag. They still have to pull down all the nets and tidy up, but that never takes too long and the sooner you’re all out of here the better.

The sooner you can get away from them, the better.

It’s become routine at this point for you to slowly make your way down to the edge of the court while they duck into the locker room; the other third years acknowledging you with friendly enough smiles, the underclassmen no longer staring at you in vague confusion.

But at this point you’re truly beyond caring what any of them think of your relationship with their Captain.

Except instead of filing out like the rest of his teammates, Oikawa’s still on the far side of the court, trapped in a conversation with Coach Irihata and Mizoguchi. For a split second, his attention shifts towards you, lingering awkwardly by the big double doors, and you think you catch a flicker of irritation in his eyes – which is unusual, considering that he’s made this game his life and he has nothing but the greatest respect for both of the men before him.

But it doesn’t really matter, you suppose. You’ll wait for him, whether it’s five minutes or fifty and he’ll either tell you what’s pissing him off, or he won’t and he’ll end up using you to work out his frustrations anyway.

With your parents away for the rest of the week and your house otherwise empty, you can only pray to any god that’ll listen that he won’t try and spend the night. Not that there’s much you can do to stop him, but a girl can dream, right?

The others are heading off, Makki laughing off some biting comment from Kyoutani, but you pay them no mind. Despite being the people you now spend the majority of your time with, they’re not your friends.

You resign yourself to trudging back up into the stands to wait for Oikawa to finish up when a hand gently wraps around your arm, spinning you around. You start, every muscle in your body tensing on instinct, but as you come face to face with familiar olive eyes you relax – it’s only Iwa.

He regards you silently for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face before he glances over your shoulder to where Oikawa’s still talking with the coaches.

“C’mon, they’ll be a while, I think. Let me walk you home.”

His place is almost a fifteen minute walk from yours, but you don’t bother trying to bring that up. Instead, you just shrug, shifting the strap of the bag slung over your shoulder, “It’s fine. I don’t need an escort, you know, it’s not that late.”

Maybe it’d be nice for once, walking home without Oikawa’s looming presence over your shoulder. You’re almost positive that he’ll still come by afterwards, especially because he knows as well as you do that there’s nobody to interrupt tonight, but you’ll take the tiny wins when you can.

Besides, you only have to stick it out a little while longer.

Still holding onto your arm, Iwa’s eyebrows draw together into a slight frown and he bites back a sigh, “Shittykawa’ll throw a hissy-fit if I let you walk home alone tonight. C’mon.”

He’s not asking, you realise belatedly as he firmly but gently starts to lead you out of the gym, not sparing his best friend another glance. And you could probably dig your heels in and kick up a fuss and he’d probably let you go – at least, you think he would. He would, right? He’d listen if you asked him to stop – but what’s the point?

Nobody here actually cares what you want anymore.

Iwa’s different, you suppose. You don’t really know why. He’s just as complicit as the others, maybe even more so – he at least knows what’s going on, even if he refuses to acknowledge it or do anything about it… but that’s not entirely true, is it?

He’s the one to step in when Oikawa starts to take things too far in public. He’s the one to scare off your would be bullies, snarling and glaring at them from his place at your side. Iwa’s the reason you haven’t lost it completely, the one keeping your head above water. He’s a friend you suppose, or at least the closest thing Oikawa’ll let you have anymore.

He’s certainly the only one Tooru trusts with you whenever he’s not around, hence you haven’t heard any indignant shouts from the gym following in your wake despite the grip he has on you.

And Iwa is nice, in his own way. He cares about you, you think – or he cares enough to pretend for Oikawa’s sake. Either way, at least you know he won’t try to pull you down an alleyway and force you to suck his cock, so compared to your other options, he’s definitely the lesser of two evils.

It’s quiet as the two of you walk, and you find yourself thankful for it. Oikawa’s always talking, he never shuts up, his incessant chatter shattering every moment of quiet, peaceful solitude you try to steal for yourself.

And tonight, tonight your head’s already too full to pretend to play along with some semblance of chipper friendliness.

Maybe that’s why you like Iwaizumi; you don’t have to pretend with him. He knows exactly what Oikawa is, and he’s too intelligent to believe that you’re content spending every waking moment by the setter’s side, much less that you genuinely love him.

It’s a nice night, at least – there’s barely any clouds in the sky. You can see the stars glittering in the inky, midnight blue, and it’s peaceful, you think, with Iwa strolling quietly along beside you.

Even when the breeze starts to pick up, the late summer night air nipping at your exposed skin. Your jacket’s folded up and shoved somewhere towards the bottom of your bag, but you honestly can’t be bothered to stop and ferret for it.

“You’re cold,” Iwa states after a beat. Again, not a question.

Nevertheless, you shake your head. “I’m fine,” you reply, perhaps a little tersely, but he’s already shrugging off his own jacket and draping it over your shoulders. Oikawa would do the same thing, more out of a perverse sense of enjoyment from seeing you wearing his clothes than a genuine sense of concern over your comfort.

Still, you don’t fight Iwa on it, pulling his jacket tighter over your body. It’s warm, his lingering body heat making your own cheeks burn a little, and it smells like him, too. Musky, yes, but there’s something almost comforting about the fresh, woodsy scent.

Silence resumes between the two of you, but you feel the weight of his stare as the two of you wander along the path. Iwaizumi’s always been perceptive, more so than most give him credit for, and it’s only another few minutes before he speaks again.

“You’re quiet tonight.”

You hum noncommittally, staring resolutely at the concrete sidewalk rather than meet his pointed gaze.

He huffs. “You gonna tell me what’s bothering you or not?” he tries again, the sheer bluntness almost enough to make you flinch.

“And what makes you think there’s anything bothering me?” you reply dully, kicking at the small little pebble on the pathway in front of you.

Iwa stiffens just a fraction, but you feel it – the shift in the air between the two of you. It’s the truth you won’t speak, the one he won’t acknowledge. Of course there’s something bothering you; this whole fucked up situation between the three of you. It’s not normal, it’s not healthy, surely he sees that, how the hell can he–

“Cut the bullshit,” he snaps. “You think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been acting lately? Something’s up, and if you think I’m the only one who’s paying attention…” he trails off, and suddenly his hand’s catching at yours, pulling you to a stop.

And when finally you drag your eyes up to meet his, your heartbeat quickens at the scowl written across his face, plain as day.

“I’m not talking about… that. Did he–” he hesitates, biting down on his lip and you honestly don’t know whether you want to laugh or cry. “Something’s up.”

You could probably tell him to mind his own business, and part of you almost wants to. He might even listen, though he wouldn’t be happy about it, but the thing is, you’re just so tired. Tired of playing girlfriend for Oikawa, tired of being dragged along against your will, manhandled and fucked at every opportunity, tired of pretending that this is in any way okay, and you just want to finally give in and admit it out loud.

You want this to be over, and it’s so close you can almost fucking taste it.

So you breathe deep, forcing yourself to relax. “My mom got a job in Tokyo. My parents… they’re leaving at the end of next week. Moving. It’s why they haven't been around much lately.”

Iwaizumi’s eyebrows furrow into a frown as he takes a second to absorb the information. “And… you? We only have a few months left until we graduate.”

You allow him a wry smile. “I know. They gave me a choice, I’m eighteen, I can stay here in the house by myself, finish up the year and graduate at Aoba Johsai before moving down with them…”

“Or?” he prods.

“Or,” you continue, “or I can go now. There’s some really good schools down there, I could have my pick. It’ll be a struggle, I know, transferring so late in the term, but–”

Iwaizumi scoffs, cutting you off, “But you’re not actually gonna go, right? You can’t just pack up and leave so close to graduation. You’re staying here in Miyagi.”

He almost sounds angry– the muscle in his jaw’s twitching and as you stare at him you realise that he doesn’t sound angry; he is angry. His whole body’s tensed like he’s preparing for a fight, and it takes you by surprise.

Sure, he’s pretty much the only person outside of Oikawa that you’d consider yourself to have any kind of relationship with anymore, but you’d never really thought he’d actually–

“Iwa,” you say gently, “I was gonna go to Tokyo after graduation anyway. Sure, it’s not exactly an ideal situation, but…”

But it’s your chance to get away from all of this, from Oikawa, and you’re gonna take it and run. Whether or not Tokyo University accepts you, whether it means you have to work three times as hard to adjust to a new school’s curriculum just so you won’t completely flunk your final exams.

It can’t be any worse than this.

He has to understand that.

And really, what did he think was going to happen after graduation? You know Oikawa’s plans, and you’ll be damned if you let him ruin your life anymore than he already has, dragging you halfway across the world. You belong here, in Japan. Oikawa can go chase his pipe dreams on his own.

He swallows tightly, and while the pinched scowl on his face doesn’t falter, his grip on your wrist eases just a fraction. “You were really just gonna leave without telling anybody?” he asks, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

“Who would I tell?”

—

Sure enough, it’s a little after midnight when your bedroom door sweeps open and Oikawa strides in like he owns the place. You watch through half lidded eyes as he starts to shed his clothes, stripping off and tossing them haphazardly onto the floor until he’s just in his boxers.

He doesn’t say much as he lifts the covers and climbs into bed beside you, merely presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to your cheek, murmuring a quiet, ‘Just sleep, cutie,’ when you try to shift away from him.

He sounds tired, exhausted really, but you don’t care enough to comment, relieved more than anything that tonight he doesn’t seem to have the energy for more. There’d been some part of you that was worried that Iwa might have told him about the walk home – the secrets you’d unthinkingly entrusted to him – but he can’t have. There’s no possible way Oikawa would be so calm right now if he had.

And Iwa wouldn’t do something like that in the first place.

It might not have been the most traditional of friendships, and you know he’s still a little pissed off with your decision and the fact you had no intentions of telling him, but Iwa wouldn’t break your trust like that.

And so with Oikawa’s arms wrapped around your middle, the warmth of his chest pressed up against your back, you allow sleep to claim you once more.

—

You hardly see him the following morning.

There’s no sign of him when you wake up, though his side of the bed is still warm – you know he likes to run in the mornings; he probably ran home to shower before school. And if you’re grateful to Aoba Johsai for anything, it’s for putting the two of you in separate classes. You’re spared his presence and those of his mooney eyed fangirls, and you can actually focus on learning. Or try to, at least.

Iwa regards you with an unreadable expression when you take your usual seat at the desk next to his, but at least he doesn’t seem as pissed off as he was when he left you last night. You only have a week and a half left until you go, but considering he’s the closest thing you have to a friend anymore, you’re not sure how you would survive if he suddenly decided to give you the cold shoulder.

Still, he is quieter than usual as you both settle into class, and you can’t help your gaze from flickering over to him throughout the lesson, an uncomfortable pit settling into your stomach. Iwa doesn’t so much as look your way, busying himself in copying down the notes the teacher’s scrawling on the board.

You honestly didn’t expect him to be hurt, and as he brushes past you on his way out after the bell rings you begin to doubt whether you should have told him at all. It stings, more than you expect.

Yet the moment you try to follow him, calling out his name, a familiar figure steps in front of you, halting you in your tracks.

“Hey, cutie,” Oikawa purrs, grinning down at you as he reaches out to tuck a stray lock of hair back behind your ear. “I’ve missed you today. Come on, let’s go somewhere a little quieter.”

His fingers are laced with yours, tugging you along before you can even try to voice a protest. You both know you wouldn’t anyway, not anymore.

Just like you don’t speak up when instead of dragging you outside to the courtyard, or even to the gym, he chooses an empty classroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

There’s a question on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t have a chance to voice it as he grabs you by the collar of your shirt and smashes his lips to yours.

Oikawa usually likes to take his time, to drag out your humiliation and reluctant pleasure as he toys with you, but today he wastes no time in shoving you back up against one of the desk, his fingers already yanking down your necktie and prying your lilac shirt open – buttons scattering as it rips.

“Tooru–” you gasp, panic flaring, but his lips curl into a smirk as he forces you back into another kiss.

“Quiet now, cutie, let me take care of my pretty girl, hm?” he growls between panting breaths. “You don’t want somebody stumbling in and interrupting us, do you?”

And your chest tightens, squeezing around your lungs like a vice, your gaze flickering back to the door – shut but not locked.

“Tooru,” you whisper again in a panic, clutching at the lapels of his blazer as he draws back enough to level a gaze at your chest, bare save for the virginal white lace bra you’d unthinkingly chosen that morning.

His grin widens, but there’s something cold and utterly unflinching in his eyes as they flicker up to meet yours. “Lean back,” he tells you.

You shake your head, “I d-don’t–”

His hands are on your shoulders, abruptly shoving you backwards. “I said,” he coos as you sprawl back onto the wooden desktop with a startled squeak, “lean back for me.”

It’s been months since you’ve fought him, but as he flips up your skirt, fingers grazing possessively along the cotton of your panties and he sighs contentedly, sheer panic floods your system, overwhelming your better judgement. Before you can stop yourself your knees come up as you desperately scramble to right yourself, to put an end to this–

The slap to your cheek isn’t all that forceful, at least not compared to what you know him to be capable of, but it still takes you by surprise, the sharp, burning sting only registering as the shock of the blow fades.

Oikawa’s no longer grinning, his face twisted into a terrifying glare as wide, teary eyes stare back up at him. “Baby, you’re really testing me right now. You want to act like a disobedient little bitch, kick up a fuss, bring everybody running so they can see what a needy little whore you are, spread out on the table for me?” He snatches at your panties, harshly wrenching them down your now prone legs with one hand, the other reaching for his belt buckle, “You think you have a choice here? You think I give a fuck what you want?”

Your ears are ringing, the sound of your own heartbeat drowning out almost everything else.

It’s not the first time he’s hit you, or even the hardest, but with that one slap all the fight you have left just dissipates. You don’t even flinch when he spits directly onto your pussy, his thumb harshly spreading his saliva over your cunt – you just bite down on your lip to stifle the sob that threatens to burst.

And victory shines bright in his eyes at the sight of it.

“Good girl, you know who this pretty pussy belongs to, don’t you?” he croons with saccharine sweetness, even leaning over to press a tender, affectionate kiss to your swollen lips.

And you’d squeeze your eyes shut and try to imagine that you’re somewhere else, anywhere else if you didn’t know how much he hates it when you do. So instead, you lie there pliant and trembling, humiliation burning hot as he spreads your legs, pressing your thighs back towards your chest as he slots himself in between them.

“You look so good like this, you know?” he muses with a soft little chuckle as he leisurely strokes his cock, letting the flushed tip brush teasingly along your folds, nudging at your clit. “Prettiest little thing, and all mine, aren’t you, cutie.”

Tears well and spill soundlessly down your cheek, but your only answering is the hiccuping breath you draw in, your fingers finding purchase on the edges of the desk as he guides it back to your entrance.

It doesn’t matter that you’re not nearly ready for him, that his spit and the pre-cum that’s beading at his slit isn’t going to help ease his passage in the slightest. He’ll fuck you how he wants to – and you’re too broken to try and stop him.

Yet instead of savagely plunging in like you expect him to, Oikawa stills, regarding you with a tilted head and a cruel smirk.

“Fuck,” he curses quietly, the sound almost reverent as he stares down at you. He shakes his head, another soft laugh bubbling out, “I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of seeing you like this, but if you’re going to be running off on me so soon, maybe I should take a little memento, what do you think cutie?”

Your stomach drops, dread creeping down your spine as Oikawa reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, opening up the camera and flicking it across to video.

“I mean if this is going to be our last time together, don’t you think we should make it special?” You jerk, your breath coming out in short, harsh pants but you can’t move, can’t seem to lift a single finger as he leans in closer, bringing his lips to your ear, “That way we both have something to remember this by.”

And as his breath ghosts the tiny hairs on the shell of your ear he laughs again, pressing another quick kiss to your flushed, tear stained cheek. “Aw, don’t cry, cutie. You brought this on yourself.”

You don’t have a moment to prepare yourself, his hand slamming over your lips to muffle your shrieks as he thrusts his hips forward, sheathing himself in your tight little cunt with a choked moan.

“F-fuck, baby,” he grits out, biting down on his own lip as he relishes the vice like grip your pussy has on his throbbing cock, “Smile for the camera.”

Your back arcs up off the table, fingernails digging into the wood as he draws his hips back slowly, letting you feel every inch of his cock as it drags along your walls until it’s only the tip that remains inside of you.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts – a sharp and throbbing pain that only grows with each passing second.

There’s something sadistic in his grin as he angles the phone down to where your bodies meet, your lewdly spread thighs, your glistening pussy in perfect view as another glob of saliva joins the first, pooling over your sex, sliding down his cock.

“You have no idea how perfect your pussy feels, baby,” he pants, slowly filling you up once more – your own wails stifled by his hand. “You’re mine, all fucking mine, aren’t you?”

There’s no hiding from the camera as he fucks you, slowly at first, but picking up his pace as the slick starts to build, your warm, velvety walls sucking him in deeper, squelching obscenely with every thrust. And between the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass – skin hitting skin as he fucks you roughly without care – and Tooru’s own satisfied moans, your muffled whimpers and cries go unheard.

And just when you think your humiliation is complete, he takes his hand from your mouth, his thumb returning to your clit, teasing at the sensitive nub with slow, measured circles that have you keening, shaking beneath him as he stuffs you full. Slowly but surely that searing ache gives way to pleasure, a slight shift of his hips and his cock’s hitting that sweet spot he’s all too familiar with – and another strangled moan slips out.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

You shake your head, fingernails digging into the wood, biting down harshly to keep yourself quiet as you feel that familiar heat pooling in your core, wanton pleasure flickering through you with every swipe of his fingers, every harsh thrust.

“No? You sure about that?” he laughs at the desperate whine that slips from your lips, “I wanna hear it, baby. Cum for me.”

But you can’t, you can’t make a sound, the door’s not locked, the door’s not locked and anybody could walk in any second, but you can feel it coming, your legs shaking and toes curling as your control slips–

“Cum,” Oikawa demands, his own voice a husky, shivering growl, and this time you’re helpless but to obey.

Your orgasm crashes into you like a wave, suddenly sweeping your legs out from under you. You arc up off the table once more, white hot pleasure exploding as you shiver and quake, your pussy clamping down on his cock and gushing as he fucks you relentlessly through it, chasing his end while drawing out your own.

And you’re so lost in the bliss, the pleasurable rippling aftershocks short circuiting your system that you don’t even realise that he’s pulled himself out of your cunt, stroking his slicked up cock with harsh pants–

Not until you feel the hot spurts of his cum hitting your stomach, a choked moan resembling your name shattering the fuzzy afterglow, dragging you harshly back down to reality.

There’s a twisted, self satisfied smirk on his face as he watches the cold realisation sink in, your eyes filling with fresh tears as your gaze flickers between him and the phone in his hand, still filming.

“You’re not leaving me,” he says, still a little breathless. “You’re mine. Isn’t that right, Iwa?”

No.

Please god, no.

Blood drains from your face, the pit in your stomach plummeting as his smirk widens and he turns his head to glance over his shoulder. You don’t want to look, can’t bear to, but it’s like trying to rip your eyes away from a car crash; your body moves with a will of its own. Heart pounding, nausea churning in your gut, you follow his gaze to find Iwaizumi by the door; jaw tight, arms folded across his chest, staring impassively back at you.

And that last little piece of you breaks.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa #yandere oikawa toruu #yandere oikawa x reader #yandere oikawa tooru x reader #tw non con #tw dub con #tw bullying #tw degradation #tw voyeurism #tw non con filming #tw abuse #ok it's 3:30 i need sleep

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Just One - John Winchester smut

The one where John has been obsessed with killing you but now that he found you...

Warnings: smut, as close to hatefucking as I can write, witch!reader, masturbation (f), oral (m, f), dirty talk, degradation laced with praise?, hairpulling kink, namecalling (bitch, whore), John wants it to hurt, slight size kink (blink and you’ll miss), p in v, spanking, biting, unprotected sex, cumplay, unspecified age gap

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: This one is a part of my kinktober celebrations. My original intention for this October was to work exclusively around prompts that my wonderful friend @darkficsyouneveraskedfor created for her challenge and dedicate each story to a different friend. My new plan became then 31 days of different kinks, which expanded on a poly relationship with Stucky, as you might know by now. However, some of the stories I started were already truly loved by me, and so I kept on writing them. It worked well because as it turns out, I am fortunate enough to have more than 31 friends on Tumblr, so here is the story I wrote for @negans-attagirl. This most likely celebrates my last time writing for John! Special thanks to my @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for reading this even though she’s not really into Supernatural! I love you for it!

I knew he was there. Watching. I’d been running away from him for so long, it felt like second nature now - to look over my shoulder, hold my breath when a stranger got too close. Watch the shadows and see if they took the form of a well-built man who wanted nothing more than to see me dead.

But I didn’t just wait around for my inevitable ending, oh no. I’d studied him just as much as he did to me, prepared myself for what was to come as I fled the state and traveled borders in the hopes of throwing him off. I concocted potions and spells and thought about everything I could do to him whenever he found me again.

Most of all, I thought of him. How could I not? Not only was he my main concern in this life, but the man was just walking sin. And if I were to go down, I was determined to at least go down on him before he killed me.

So I slowly left the diner across from the motel I’d been hiding in for the last three weeks and returned to my room, making sure to leave the door unlocked while I took off my clothes. The sound of the door closing behind me wasn’t unmistakable, and we both knew that. “Feel like joining me?” I asked as I sat down on the bed and spread my legs for his eyes, my hand traveling down my body, playing with my nipples before settling between my thighs. He didn’t look confused, not even for a moment.

This sexual tension between us, it’d never been one-sided. It was there from the beginning, electrifying our interactions as desire swirled in the air around us. I was convinced it was the main reason why he couldn’t just let me go.

He leaned his head to the side, but didn’t say anything. He was too focused on what I was doing, the way my fingers rubbed my clit before dipping inside my hole only to come back up wetter, the sounds of my actions filling the air around us.

“I don’t see why not.” The words sent a thrill up my spine, and without even stopping to consider what I was doing, I dropped to my knees before him, reaching out for his jeans. “Can’t let you get off all by yourself.”

I hummed appreciatively as I stuck out my tongue to lick the red head of his cock, already intoxicated with his taste. “Such a gentleman… even when you’re planning to kill me.” His chuckle was like thunder, reverberating through me and making my clit throb as I wrapped my lips around his member.

“It would be a waste if I didn’t put this pretty mouth to work.” His thumb brushed against my lower lip until I licked it and enveloped it with my mouth, making him groan. “So fucking warm. I’m gonna enjoy filling this hole with my cock.”

His words had me clenching around nothing, the overwhelming wetness that dripped from me now slathering the inside of my thighs, no doubt reaching the floor. It made me desperate to please him, desperate to fill my mouth with his cock.

So I wrapped my lips around the head of his member and began sucking, at first looking up to see his darkened, lust-filled eyes before actually closing mine to fully appreciate his taste, the weight of him on my tongue.

I licked every single inch of his skin until my saliva coated his member. It was a beautiful cock, a cock that deserved to be worshiped. I wasn’t one to enjoy being on my knees too much, but his thickness was just too tempting. I needed to pay it the proper respects.

So I took him as well as I could, ignoring the way tears rose to my eyes as I willingly choked myself on his cock, trying my best to breathe through my nose in an effort to reach his navel.

I wasn’t able to. But he didn’t seem to mind, hand wrapped around my hair, forcing my movements as I slobbered all over his dick. “Such a good little cocksucker…” he absentmindedly commented, almost to himself.

“Were you expecting me?” I looked up to see him looking down at me, actually waiting for an answer. So I pulled away, wiped the spit from my jaw before replying honestly, “Always.”

Because, well… How could I sleep peacefully without thinking about the man who wanted to kill me?

But his answer was a chuckle and an almost condescending head pat, his deep warm voice making me even wetter when he complimented, “Good girl.” God, he could kill me right now. I’d go willingly and happily.

I eagerly sucked him off a bit longer, losing myself in the almost-sounds that I could pick up from his body: the little groans and pants, the way he cleared his throat instead of growling his desire for me. He wouldn’t give in, wouldn’t show his satisfaction to a little witch.

I could live with that.

“Stop that.” His words were accompanied by a harsh tug on my hair, pulling me up until I was standing on my tip toes, my face mere inches from his. “Wanna fuck you now. I can kill you tomorrow.”

The fact that he never kissed me didn’t escape me. This was a quick fuck, it would not be mistaken as anything else. Still, that didn’t mean I wouldn’t drag as much fun out of it as I possibly could… especially considering these might very well be my last hours of living.

“So you want me?” I questioned, smirking at his answering huff. He didn’t want to admit it, of course - that would be recognizing I had some sort of power over him. So he opted to tighten his grip on my hair until I moaned from the pleasurable pain, eyes sparkling in their darkness as he took in just how desperate I was for him.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he settled for saying as I laughed. “Always a fucking tease. Is your cunt as bitter as your soul, brat?” I bit my lip as he threw me on the bed, already anticipating his next move.

“Find out for yourself.” His expression made it clear that he was doubtful when he tore off my underwear and threw the scraps of it over his shoulder, pulling me to the edge of the bed by my ankles without much care.

He pressed on the inside of my thighs to keep my legs spread for him, and when his tongue licked a line up my cunt, I clenched around nothing, eyes closing for just a second to relish in the barely-there sensation.

“Oh, fuck…” His voice was barely over a whisper, but I still heard it and when I opened my eyes to look at him, he was staring directly at his meal, like he couldn’t believe what he had just tasted. “So fucking sweet…”

He went back there with a newfound hunger, and although I knew he wasn’t doing this to make me cum, I also knew he would achieve that - easily. It didn’t take many of his long swipes over my hole, the twirls around my clit to make me gasp for him, hands flying down to pull on his hair.

I think the only reason he didn’t slap them away was because he seemed to like the slight sting I provided him.

“Fucking cum, bitch,” he growled at some point, surprising me until he revealed why it was that he wanted me to orgasm. “I want to drink all of your essence before I shove my cock into you, make sure it’ll really sting.”

But I knew it was more than that - I knew he wanted more of my taste. It was everywhere now, dripping from his beard, smearing the inside of my thighs, but he kept his eyes focused on me, waiting for my breaking point.

I saw embers of flames when it arrived. Maybe it predicted my death at the stake, but I couldn’t mind it. Not when John was rising to his full height and very easily turning me around to lay on my stomach, keeping my legs dangling off the edge of the bed when he kicked them apart.

I was trapped under his much larger body and I didn’t mind it at all. He shoved my face against the bed, like he didn’t want to see it as he slowly started to stretch me out.

I bit my lower lip as I struggled to adjust around his thickness, and by the sounds John was releasing, I could see he was just as overwhelmed by me and the pussy he wanted to destroy.

I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be ravished by John Winchester. No one had ever fucked me like this before, and I was sure he knew, with the melodic moans that kept slipping from my lips, try as I might to reel them in.

“Those fucking sounds…” He groaned behind me, seconds before his hand landed harshly on the right cheek of my ass, making me whine even louder. “You’re a filthy little whore, aren’t you?”

I was too far gone to even try to deny it, fucking myself back against his delicious thick cock, desperate to cum again, this time feeling completely full of him.

“Who would have thought…” He panted, hips maintaining their onslaught against me. “Nasty fucking witch, such a tight little pussy.” Each word was accompanied by a particularly brutal thrust and I relished in it. I relished in witnessing the great John Winchester get carried away because of my body.

“Fuck,” he cursed after he managed to locate my sweet spot, which in turn had me instinctively clenching around him. “Why do you feel so fucking good?”

Under him, I just giggled, my hand easily locating the spot above where we were connected so I could rub myself to an orgasm. “I’m convinced you’re the devil, little witch.”

Stifling a laugh, I started to move my hips back so I could fuck myself on him, showing him how I liked to be treated - even harder and rougher than he was already treating me. And because I really was a brat, I couldn’t help but taunt, “Do you feel sorry you have to destroy it?”

I knew he understood I was referring to my pussy, and when his hand slapped mine away so he could take over the motions over my clit, I closed my eyes to let bliss take me.

“Almost,” he grunted, a confession I almost lost in the fog of my high. But here lied an opportunity, and I wasn’t about to let it slip away without a fight.

“I mean… you could just keep it,” I offered, barely over a whisper so as not to anger the man who kept fucking me. I didn’t want him to stop his movements, so I hoped even if he did get pissed at my suggestion, he’d just take it out on me. “Use it whenever you want.”

I didn’t get a response from him - at least, not verbally. But he did speed up his movements, pounding me so hard the bed started to hit the wall and I knew we were seconds away from having the neighbors banging on it, telling us to keep it down, but I couldn’t care less.

Not when John was burying his face in the crook of my neck, beard tickling me as he bit on my shoulder to keep his roar from reverberating in the room when he shot his cum deep inside of me.

He didn’t wait even a second before pulling out. I missed his weight on top of me, but the feeling of his cum slowly slipping from my used pussy was enough to give me some comfort.

“Shit, I really opened you up, huh?” He chuckled, rubbing his cream around my hole before pushing it back into me, making me whine. “I’m still fucking hard. Did you put a spell on me, brat?”

I laughed as he massaged my ass, apparently incapable of fully retreating his touch from my skin. “Is that why I’m still aroused?” He insisted, rutting his very much, still hard member against my thigh. “Tell me.”

Stretching, I giggled at his silly accusation. “I think I just turn you on, old man,” I teased, wiggling my ass at him. He took the bait and spanked it, before I felt his weight leave the bed altogether.

“Well, I’m going to take a shower, wash you off of me,” he explained, stopping at the door of the bathroom to stare at me. “You better be there when I come out,” he warned and I bit my lip, understanding exactly what he meant.

“I don’t think I can walk if I tried,” I giggled, but he just tipped his head back, humming noncommittally. Before long, I heard the shower turning on, the sound of the water running down the drain almost lulling me to sleep.

I made sure to leave my panties right next to the note I wrote for him to find when he got out of the shower. Three simple words, a promise: “Until next time”.

#my fics #john winchester smut #john winchester #smut #john winchester x reader #john winchester reader #john winchester reader insert #john winchester reader inserts #john winchester fanfic #john winchester fanfics

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luckyasfuck · 3 years

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could’ve been with me instead of what’s her fucking name

pairing // dilf!katsuki x fem!reader, dilf!katsuki x his wife

warnings/themes // NSFW, dilf!katsuki, soft dom!katsuki, he’s still very mean tho :(, sub!reader, babysitter!reader, READER IS SMALLER THAN KATSUKI IN THIS FIC (by height), infidelity, size kink, praise, fingering (f!recieving), nipple play, bulging, slight mentions of infantilization, hints of hard dom!katsuki at the end

word count // 1.6k

requested by // anon

a/n // anon never said katsuki can’t be mean as fuck

sequel

it was dark. and pro-hero dynamight’s tongue was shoved down your throat. how you ended up in this position, you don’t know. the remaining thoughts you had became hazy as katsuki’s hand slithered up your shirt to cup your boob. he was supposed to be on a mission today and you convinced him you’ll take care of his twins for him since his wife had a late-night shift in the hospital.

it’s been about 2 years since you became the pro-heroes sidekick. sometimes he’d stare at you with half-lidded vermillion eyes filled with lust, and you’d do the same. but none of you bothered to bring it up: the way you two eyed each other. katsuki fucked his hand one too many times every time he saw you wearing a skirt, and he’s pretty sure you’ve bent down one too many times as well to give him a peak of your lace panties.

so it wasn’t shocking when instantly takes off his gauntlets when his wife walked out the door and got in her car. the couch you sat on was soft, the television’s volume was low, but you could still hear it. a pair of hands are suddenly placed on either side of you and you flinched slightly, head turning around by reflex. katsuki’s sculpted body and muscles towered over you, his face centimeters away from your with a proud smirk etched onto his handsome features.

next thing you knew, he was between your legs, his body keeping them apart. he fans his hot breath over your face before diving in to give your tongue another taste of his mouth. he grinds his hard-on against your panties, the skirt you wore practically ripped off with your consent. the rough material of his hero costume rubs against your clit and you whimper, gripping his messy ash blonde hair. two of his meaty fingers grip your panties, pulling them aside and flicking them through your wet folds as you sucked on his tongue sloppily.

in a second, you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you up, trying his best not to break the heated kiss. guilt swarmed in your stomach, or was it really guilt? maybe butterflies? there’s no time to figure it out, katsuki opens the master bedroom door and lays you down on the bed, pulling away to take your shirt and panties off. your bra is lifted up and unclipped, your nipples being toyed with by the pro-heroes mouth. his gaze on you is intense as he sucked on your right tit while playing the other one in between his fingers.

an unoccupied hand goes to rub your clit, his pointer and ring finger spreading your pussy lips apart to push his middle finger in. throwing your head back, your hole flutter around his digit. his kisses go from your boob to your jaw, leaving a hot trail behind them. lips encaging yours again, katsuki moves his fingers at a fast pace making you throb. slowly, he adds another finger, scissoring them inside you as he tries to stretch your hole out so it can fit him.

“you’re so tiny, taking my fingers so well. let’s hope you can take my cock just as good, hm?” katsuki hummed almost affectionately against your lips, picking up the pace of his fingers. “s-sir,” you choked out. “gonna cu-”

“call me katsuki.” his thumb rubs quick and sloppy circles on your clit and you come undone beneath him, cumming all over his fingers. a sigh leaves his lips and he pulls his digits out, licking them clean. “mhm, tastier than my wife.” a dark chuckle erupts from his throat as he went to kiss you, “you probably wouldn’t know, but i can assure you you’re much tastier.” the praise makes you whimper, your clit throbbing hard as he took off his hero costume before you.

the sight of his toned muscles makes you drool, but the large tent in his boxers makes you gulp. with a swift movement, his underwear is off and his cock springs free, slapping his stomach. “that... that’s not gonna fit.” the size and girth intimidated you. nonetheless, your legs stayed spread out for him, practically begging him to shove his cock inside you without warning. “we’ll never know if we don’t try.” katsuki comments, getting back on top of you and using his pink tip leaking with pre-cum to tease your clit and poke your entrance. “do you want it, honey?”

calloused fingers run lovingly down your cheek as he stared at you, waiting patiently for your answer. with a small nod from you, he pushes his tip inside. you grip his shoulders and he cradles you in his arms, slowly pushing his cock further. the stretched burned and you throw your head back, letting out a small whimper of pain. the cock inside you stop moving for a moment, katsuki trailing kisses up and down your neck. “just a little more, baby.” he said, rubbing your waist in an attempt to calm your tense body down. breathing quickening, he pushes the last inch inside you, gazing at you to find any hints of discomfort.

your head was lolled back, mouth open and saliva drooling down the side in pleasure. instinctively, you grind your hips against him, silently asking him to move. and so he does, slowly rocking his hips with yours, cock reaching the deepest depths of your pussy. a hand is placed at the bottom of your stomach and you look over, seeing katsuki admiring the bulge that was forming around that spot. “this pretty pussy, just look at her. swallowing my cock down like a good girl even though she can barely fit it, hm?”

“faster.” you panted out, and this sparks something in katsuki, hips grinding against you gradually going faster until he was pounding into you. the grip you have on his shoulders tighten as you clench around his sporadically, savoring in his grunts and occasional moans. a particularly loud moan erupts from your throat when he changes angles, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. “shh now, honey. the twins might wake up and complain, they wouldn’t want to see their daddy cheating on mommy with the pretty and young babysitter, now would they?” katsuki spat out, grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss, swallowing in every whine and moan that escapes your lips.

his heavy balls slap against your ass, his unshaved stubble grinding against your clit oh-so-nicely. a hand is placed on your boob to feel it jiggle up and down harshly due to his hard and fast thrusts, the skin slapping and muffled moans prominently bouncing off the walls. in a second, you cum without warning. it just felt so good. it wasn’t right but it felt so. fucking. good.

katsuki’s thrusts grow a little faster but more sloppier as he was near to cumming. he hides his face in your neck, moans uncontrollable. with one last hard thrust up your cunt, he paints your walls white with his cum. the room goes silent, soft panting filling it instead. the ash blonde buries his face in between your boobs, giving either of them a kiss before taking his cock out and lying beside you.

“i’ll stay here until you fall asleep,” katsuki promises, placing you on the guest room bed after he showered with you and got you a change of clothes from the bag you brought with you. he tucks you in as if you were his child, giving you a kiss on the forehead before sending you to sleep.

[ timeskip ]

you couldn’t walk. it was the first thing you tried when you woke up, and you miserably failed. laughter boomed in the kitchen, but you didn’t bother. mrs. bakugou has gone back from her shift and is probably making breakfast. once you learned how to walk correctly again, you texted katsuki a good morning and the news about you not being able to walk. “come down for breakfast, hurry.” was all he replied.

with slightly wobbly legs, you walks downstairs and into the kitchen. the sight of mrs. bakugou perched up on the counter, nightdress hoisted up slightly with katsuki’s hand in between her thighs as they laughed together fumed you. “stop, she’s gonna see.” mrs. bakugou giggled, trying to push her husband away. “i don’t care.” he smirked.

oh so now he doesn’t care? okay then.

“excuse me? uh, sorry.” a nervous and awkward chuckle escapes your lips, waving to the married couple. mrs. bakugou is quick to push the blonde away from her, shoving his hand that was in between her legs away. “i’m so sorry, honey.” the older woman apologized to you, “um, would you like to stay for breakfast? oh wait, i’ll just get your pay.” she offered before quickly rushing upstairs to the bedroom. same bedroom her husband railed you in, and she doesn’t even know.

ignoring katsuki’s hard gaze on you, you sat down on the same couch you sat on last night, fixing your things. “eh? not giving me any attention now?” he approached you, showing up beside you unexpectedly. “what we did was a mistake mr. bakugou, i’m ju-”

“i told you to call me katsuki. you’re jealous, aren’t you?” the blonde smirked, lips growing closer to yours with every word until it fanned his hot breath on yours. you turn your head, “that’s absurd.” you let out a disappointed sigh that turns into a loud gasp when a harsh grip on your jaw forces you to look at him.

“if you want me to fucking destroy your little pussy in front of her, then you better start fucking begging before she comes back.”

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tastyykpop · 3 years

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jeno extra filthy degradation please 😭

ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ

Pairings: jeno x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: dom/sub themes, degradation, brat!reader, brat tamer!jeno, spanking, fingering, eating out, overstimulation

you were annoying

that was as simple as jeno could make it. he found you absolutely insufferable. and the countless of times you've opened your mouth to make a stupid comment was like nails on a chalkboard.

sure you were pretty and kind to others but not very much to him. you were rude, cocky, and persistent, it was your way of getting his attention. and to say it worked was an understatement, you were on jenos mind 24/7. no matter where, when, or who he was with, he could only think about you. of course, you were the same, but that's because you've had a crush on him since trainee days and almost everyone in SM knew.

jeno knew.

since you worked at SM as a stylist, it was easy to get closer to jeno and work your magic everyday. you were blatant with every touch, every shameless sentence that entailed more then it should, he couldn't quite ignore it either or tell you to shut up. seriously, it doesn't work.

you're a brat, he would say to himself, nothing more than a brat that doesn't know her place.

which in this case, he was correct.

but to him, your behavior was easy to change. he's noticed how you've drawn blanks when he interrogates you on your behavior, how you downplay your wrongs to see him try and hold back his longing to make you submit. it was a game to you clearly, but jeno wanted to beat it.

so how did you end up under jeno so soon in the practice room?

well, the group had been preparing for a dance practice video and you and a few other stylists were called in to help get them prepare for the camera. jeno was trying his best to stay low and out of your sight. it didn't work, but it was worth a shot.

"happy to see me?"

jenos eyes rolled, "I'd be happy if I saw death staring at me in the eyes." he began walking away until you grabbed his arm, making him put his hands over his face.

"dont be like that." you push his hands away now seeing jenos annoyed face. "be lucky you're not stuck with someone else. at least I make your life more interesting.

"interesting or frustrating? I think you've got your words mixed up."

you began applying a light foundation on jenos skin, taking in his angelic features before realizing what he said, "impactful I must say. I know you love me, jeno."

jeno makes a face in disgust pushing your hand away from his face, "youre not my type."

"I dont know. chenle told me otherwise...."

"youre a brat."

"and you're close-minded."

"close- you-"

"done. now go dance and make some fangirls or boys scream." you don't bother turning around as you walk towards the back of the dance practice out of the cameras view.

jeno, somewhat red in the face, stood in his starting position for the choreography, you couldnt help but stare at him in awe. hes gorgeous, you can't lie about that. and the way he moved once the music started playing made you feel different. maybe it was your crush on him, but you heated up very quickly while watching him. other staff members weren't paying as close attention on the boys as you were, only their phones caught their mind. you didn't mind, but damn did they not see how hot jeno was when dancing?

sweaty and out of breath, the boys took a break to get a drink of water.

"you did well- you all did actually." handing jeno a bottle of water, he stared between the thing in your hand and you before taking it and chugging the whole bottle. "but I think mark was the one who stood out to me the most."

"what?"

"mhm. mark was very fluid in his footsteps and his movements were clean and precise. a good dancer I must say."

there's something up. you were staring at him the whole time and he knew it, he danced harder just because you were watching. how could you have seen mark when all you did was stare at jeno?

"and hes cute too. surely he's got a bunch of girls and boys ready to throw themselves at him. I would too, he's absolutely perfect."

jeno balled his fist. what game are you trying to play? "you're testing me." he may not like you, or maybe he did, but something about you talking about someone else like that sparked jealousy in him.

"good. maybe you'll do something about it." you put a hand on his chest, jenos heart pounding fast as you came closer and whispered, "I bet you won't. all bark no bite. pathetic if you ask me."

"youre gonna regret your words if you keep speaking."

"oh really," you leaned back, his eyes pierced your curious ones with a sense of fury and annoyance, "and what are you gonna do? spank me?"

just like that jeno pulled you out of the room and into another practice room. he pulled a chair out from the corner and pulled you over his knee.

"jeno, I was just kid-"

he spanked you hard over and over and over again as you wailed and wrapped a tight hand around jenos ankle for support. each spank was painful and to the point unbearable, yet jeno didn't back down. not after he felt he could break you now.

each time his hand made contact with your ass, felt like he was letting loose all the pent up anger you caused him over the past months you've been working here. for him, it was hell. no matter what people would say to you about him did not dictate his feelings about you. right now, he hated you and needed to let that burning passion out by spanking you. jeno wanted you to feel the hell he endured when around you. sure enough, you were feeling it, crying and sobbing on his thigh like an idiot.

you didn't fight back even though you proposed that you hated it. your body seemed to like it more then you thought.

"youre a pest!" he landed another hard hit, "an annoying pest who needs to learn when to shut the fuck up. now apologize."

"no!" you winced at another hit, squirming- no more like trying to grind on his lap because of how painfully wet you've become in just minutes.

"apologize." he repeated.

"you're- you're an idiot if you think I'll give up!"

jeno stripped you of your pants and panties, "its cute listening to little sluts like you thinking they have power over someone much stronger then them. it must be tiring thinking youre charge." he taunted before spanking you again, this time the impact was far greater and almost caused you to scream before jeno clasped a hand over your mouth. with the same hand, he pushed you off his lap and on the floor, leaving your lower half bare for him to see.

you were a pretty sight, a mess to say the least, but jeno loved that. finally seeing you disheveled with tears leaking down your cheeks, he thought of you as his little crybaby. he tried his hardest not to take a picture.

"don't think I didnt notice how your wet cunt leaked all over my thigh" he began, "do you really get off to being put in your place, slut? is that why we're here right now?"

"d-dont be so full of y-yourself."

"oh? but your dripping all over the practice floor, how could i not." jenos lips were close to your heat, teasing you with his eyes and tongue as he glided it just above where you wanted him.

you had nothing to say, yet your eyes told him everything. told him just how you'd defy him any chance youd get only to make him more upset. it wouldn't be fun if your goal wasn't to piss him off.

jeno kept his tongue away from your most needed area, his lips kissing anything but your dripping heat as you bucked your hips into his face. jenos hands would push your hips down and back his face away frowning at your behavior and returning to what he was previously doing. you weren't done though, since he was holding your hips, you grabbed his hair and forced his head where you needed him. his tongue inside you was far from good, it was amazing. and though you realized jeno wasn't pushing your hand away, you pushed and pulled his hair as you kept his head in place so he couldn't stop.

the long strides and the smooth rhythm he had was enough to make you arch against the floor, gasping and calling out his name far to loudly for his liking. but with watchful eyes and a steady tongue, he shamelessly enjoyed it yet he had to be aware of the people in the building. one loud moan and someone would sure walk in to see what's up.

so jeno swatted your hand away from his head and lifted up with a frown. he liked the frightened look on your face as he leaned closer and closer, "if you're this much of a slut for people to hear us, we might as well have just stayed where everyone else was."

"thats hot." you stated blankly, jenos eyebrow raised before realizing how far gone you practically were, with how big and dilated your eyes are. "w-wait no! I'll stay quiet I promise."

"No you wont." jeno got up and grabbed your underwear that layed on the floor, then shoved it in your mouth allowing you to taste yourself. "stay quiet, fucktoy."

"fucktoy?- oh fuck!" you mumbled into your panties as his fingers protruded inside you. at least you were quieter this time.

"tell me when youre about to cum." he said just above a whisper as he watched you slip further and further into bliss. the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each skillful thrust from jenos fingers made his cock grow harder each second. you were so hot, so damn beautiful as you moaned into the panties like a little bitch. jeno loved it too much to say he hated you.

"feels good- f-feels so good, j-jeno." you said quietly into the panties. it was getting harder and harder for you to keep silent as he began rubbing your clit like a desperate man, hungry for your cum. but you did your best keeping low.

you grinded against on his hand, inching closer and closer to what you believed to be your orgasm. clentching tightly around jenos fingers you gasped and spat your panties out, "jeno! i-im gonna-

"cum, fucktoy." he insisted, never removing his fingers from your wet hole as a white substance spilled out. he kept going, in and out, in and out as you clamped a hand over your mouth. so much sensitivity and his fingers were still going.

"stop i-i can't take it!" you found his wrist and tightly held it as you attempted to pull him out.

"youre gonna take this like a good bitch until I want to stop." he said right as your second orgasm washed through you.

too much. you could barely think straight and even tried pulling your hips back but his fingers followed.

too sensitive. you could barely breathe because of the overwhelming sensitivity. yet in a twisted way, it felt good in a strange way. maybe it was the pain of cumming over and over or how jeno worked his fingers. either way, you could feel another one building up.

"please, please, please." you cried hoping for the end, but there was no way jeno was stopping.

"apologize and this will be your last one." He stuck his fingers deeper, if that were possible, and watched you squirm trying to find words to say, but all that came out was drool. "disgusting whore." you slapped him in the face for that.

"I-i am not sor-sorry!"

"im not playing these games anymore. say you're sorry."

jeno growled, deeper and deeper he went and faster and faster he goes before your third orgasm of the day came. your legs shook and your grip got tighter but still to no avail did he stop.

you were very persistent on making jeno angry before, but now you seemed to have started rethinking that apology. "im sorry."

"for?"

"for being rude to you!" you legs shook again and that feeling in your stomach was back, "i-im sorry jeno, but p-please I can't take it!"

he did it. he broke you. and with that he finally pulled his fingers away letting all your cum out.

you cried softly, still a shaking mess from the orgasms and jeno, well he didn't care all too much but he knew he probably shouldn't be too harsh with you about now. so he gently took you in his arms, sitting your bare bottom right on his lap as he rocked you slowly.

"im never leaving after this." you say slowly, "and I know you don't hate me either, I can feel your boner against my ass."

jeno pinches your arm and shushes you. god, you were a pest and maybe youre right. maybe he doesn't hate you like he proclaimed he did. maybe he did enjoy this session in the practice room, but he won't ever say it. not because he's afraid to admit it, but because he doesn't want you to rub it in his face.

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