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aurasaurora · 2 days ago
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For You
Summary: You brought out a side of him that he didn't know about. Or rather, a kink he didn't know about.
Pairing: The salesman x F!reader
Word Count: 3.8k
Warnings: 18+ smut, oral (f receiving), penetration, dildo, fingering, slight degradation and breeding kink
A/N: lol I forced a plot into this pic because for whatever reason I couldn't just write a pwp fic. Enjoy!
The salesman sat in his office, finishing off his last email. A simple 2 paragraph email took him over 30 minutes. Every time he began attempting to write, he couldn’t stop thinking about the altercations between you and him from the night before. He can still feel the warmth and wetness that your pussy felt like when it was around him. The daunting rush of guessing whether or not someone would see the two of you. See the way he was destroying you. The sex was unforgettable and euphoric. But what stook in his mind, replayed over and over again. Was the way you begged him to fill you up with his cum, so deep inside of you that there was no way your birth control wouldn’t be able to work. He found the request strangely arousing. The thought of you letting a man who was essentially a stranger, cum inside of you knowing the possible consequences sent him through the roof. The scenario, while imaginative, gave him a kink he didn’t even know existed. He wanted to do it again, no he needed to do it again. At the very least before you joined the games. You brought the urge into the salesman, and he was going to do it. He was going to breed you.
Right when he finally gained the composure to hit the send button on his email. The secretary walked into his office. She did that a lot more than she should be. He knew all too well that the secretary took a liking into him. He thought she was cute, but after last night he doesn’t see her like that anymore. If she’s not you, then he doesn’t want it.
“Sorry to disturb your work Sir, is your paperwork complete?” The secretary asked.
“Yeah, it’s all completed.” He patted lightly the files.
“Oh great, I’ll take them..” She attempted to walk over to his desk, but he stood up immediately, grabbing the files himself. “I can take the files over. However, thank you for the offer.” He began walking out of his on office, and the secretary left his office with a scrunched face.
“I’ve completed the latest report, along with the number of times each recruit has lost ddakji and how long each rounds took them. Oh, I’ve also added the number of times I had to slap each recruit.” The salesman tossed over the file of documents onto his co-worker’s desk nonchalantly.
“I see you’re trying to make my life harder.” He grumbled. Normally the salesman never gave back this much paperwork back, the mission report was usually two pages. “Hard to make something that is already terrible, worse” The salesman joked back. His co-worker opened the files that were given to him, going over all the people who have accepted into playing Ddakji. The salesman turned to leave, but his footsteps were halted by his co-worker’s words.
“The girl, shit.” His co-worker pushed with office chair towards the direction of his desk cabinet, and he pulled out the cabinet aggressively and looked through the files, eventually taking out the one stating 2021 recruits. “What girl?” the salesman asked.
“I didn’t realize I put her in the final copy, fuck.” He tossed the files aside, not realizing that it landed on the floor, then booted up his computer. The salesman went to pick it up to see what the big fuss was about. “What are you even talking about?” The salesman asked. He picked up the files from the ground, seeing the face he became so mesmerized from the moment his eyes stumbled across it.
It was you.
“What about the foreign girl that’s causing you so much distress? She took the offer; she’ll participate in the game.” He was trying to figure out what the issue was.
“That’s the thing, that’s the fucking problem…shit..holy…we…well I am so fucked.” Both his hands ran through his hair out of stress. “Jung-Hoon, what are you going on about?” the salesman voice grew impatient as he wanted a better understanding of what was going on.
“When I was in the beginning stages of looking for recruits, I chose, her.” He said while pointing towards the picture of you plastered on his computer monitor. “L/N Y/N, she fit the credentials at the time, or at least I thought. Look.” He went into the files tab, scrolling until he found your file underneath the ‘reject’ tab. He pressed his fingers harshly onto the computer monitor “She’s an exchange student at this private University.” He said defeated.
“Okay and? Being an exchange student doesn’t exempt her from being broke.” The salesman responded slyly.
His co-worker let out a frustrated sigh. “You don’t understand. The university is incredibly elitist, you can’t get in without having rich parents. They don’t allow poor people with scholarships admission.” The salesman co-worker explained. He then turned to open the documents he saved regarding your family. “Look.” The co-worker said, making the salesman lean closer to the computer screen. “She’s from an old money family. Her dad is a CEO of an oil company. He’s ranking in billions of dollars a year. It doesn’t make sense for her to want to play the game.”
“Not all parents are generous, maybe she isn’t seeing a dime of her parents’ money.” The salesman’s voice was laced with confusion.
“Can’t be the case because his children are spending an insane amount of cash every month. Her father seems to be incredibly protective, a couple years ago Y/N’s older brother apparently went on a camping trip with his friends without telling his dad. He flipped the city over in a couple of hours trying to find his son. Thinking he went missing.” The co-worker explained.
“So, if Y/N were to join the games…”
“…Her dad would stop at nothing to find her.” The salesman finished his co-worker’s sentence.
“So, you see why I’m scared? She isn’t like the rest of them, her father actually has the money, and power to pull this off. I had meant to discard her name from considering recruits, I don’t know how I put her in the final cut.” The salesman could see the stress on his co-worker’s face.
“Don’t fret. I’ll go back and find her and convince her not to join. You’re making a big deal out of nothing.” The salesman suggested. When he first asked you to play ddakji, you did not hesitate to play. He was almost surprised by your eagerness. Then when he mentioned you could pay with your body, and you were willing to strip right then and there. He vividly remembers you lifting your short skirt revealing that you weren’t wearing any panties, he remembers it so well because how intensely hard he became from your 3 second movement. At the time he assumed your actions were out of the desperation for the 100,000 won. It’s why he took no issue with fucking you until your hips were bruised. Now knowing that you were some rich kid, with a protective father. He wondered if you were the one using him. Possibly looking for the thrill. In which made his attraction towards you stronger.
“I doubt asking her not to join the game will be easy, without exposing our organization.” His co-worker grumbled.
“I have my ways when it comes to persuading women.” The salesman said confidently
“Yeah, I can tell. Miss Secretary over there gives you the extra coffee every morning.” The salesman rolled his eyes playfully at his co-worker’s words. “Send me Y/N’s address, I’ll swing by before tonight’s shift.”
“Might as well cancel tonight’s recruiting, not until you fix our mistake.” The co-worker pointed out.
“Our? What do you mean ‘our mistake’?”
“Fine, my mistake. Point is, skip out on tonight’s shift. Let another salesman take over.” His co-worker suggested. The salesman didn’t take a liking in the other salesman. It seems there was a competition between the both of them. But if that meant he got to spend more time with you then it didn’t matter.
“Alright. Send the location.” He reminded as he left the room.
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You spent the evening with your friends, the little things that made this place enjoyable. It wasn’t an issue regarding South Korea, but rather you never even wanted to go to this private university in the first place. The people were kind, the workload was a lot but barrable, and the professors were understanding. Yet that was the issue you life was mundane. You’ve always been an obedient child, listened to your parents, got good grades, said no to drugs. You did everything asked of them yet still at your age they were overprotective of you. You didn’t plan on coming here live wild, but maybe the “rebellious” lifestyle may suit you. Or at least give you an understanding of who you really want to be. And if that meant gambling with a salesman then fucking at a train station. Then so be it. The trill sent you on cloud 9. The idea of pissing off your father, while childish sparked you with immense joy.
You made it to your suite level apartment. It wasn’t quite late, but it didn’t leave much room for yourself to complete your homework in full. Rather you figured you could’ve done it in the morning and instead spend the remainder of the night watching away on Netflix. After having a warm bath of course.
Once leaving your bathtub, and finishing your night routine, you slide on some cozy pajamas and headed to dive onto your big comfy couch. Leaving the curtains open so you could admire the city skylines, you switched on your tv and let your favourite show run. It wasn’t even 5 minutes in before your doorbell went off. You checked the time again and it was 8pm, so you were curious on who it was. Then again, you are a woman alone in an apartment. Wouldn’t be the best idea. So, you opened your doorbell app to check who was at the door. To your considerably shocked surprise, it was the one and only Salesman.
You were hesitant to open the door. How did he even know where you lived? You wanted answers, yet the fear of possibly being in danger also concerned you. Yet on your impulses and curiosity decides differently.
You cautiously open the door, seeing his big grin all plastered all over his face. You adored it; the salesman could tell by the whimsical smile plastered on yours. Reality structs you again with the uneasy decisions that a man who you shared an odd night with, was now standing at your front door.
Your smile disappeared and your face went back to being serious. “How do you know where I live?” you made sure not to show a hint of fear in your voice. You were prepared to throw some mix martial art skills his way if needed.
“It’s amazing what people can do when you toss them a bit of cash. You should find a new housekeeper, not one who’s so willing to give your location away.” The salesman responded, once he finished, he attempted to push pass you, as a way to let himself into your penthouse. Yet you were firm on the door, not making being able to make him budge.
“Aren’t you going to let me in?” He asked so casually, knowing the circumstances he comes off as a creep.
“Why are you looking for me? You miss the sex that much?” You stated jokingly in a monotone voice. You earned a small chuckle from the salesman.
“More than you can ever imagine. However, it’s not my main priority. The business card I gave you, remember? I’m going to need you to get rid of it.”
“Why?”
“Do you really want to have this conversation in a hallway?” he questioned
“Why do you want to come inside so bad?” you fought back.
“Well, you know, after this conversation I was planning on blowing your back out. But... you know, the hallway works too. Not like you had a problem with the subway either. Considering how loud you were and everything…” Quite honestly it was his intentions to convince you not to join the games, fuck your mind out to be while using his new kink on you. Then leaving you craving for more. His ego was considerably large, and he figured that you’d be too desperate wanting more of his dick than to consider joining the games.
You opened the door wider once you realized that you wanted him. Sex crowding your logic. The salesman walked through the door and removed his shoes in the appropriate manner.
He followed you as you walked towards your spacious living room. Your blanket still resting on the couch from the spot you left it at. “Do you care for a glass of wine?” you offered the salesman.
“No thank you, I’m technically still on duty.” He humbly declined.
“So, no wine on the job, but sex is still on the table?” your question was rhetorical, and you were more confused by his behaviour than anything. You walked back into the direction of the living room, sitting at the cozy spot you once were. After asking for permission the salesman sat on the couch opposite to you.
“Do you still have the business card I gave you?” He asked eagerly.
“Yes.”
“Great, I need you to throw it away. I made a mistake, the opportunity to join is only for the unfortunate, not for someone who is as well off as you.” He explained, he could tell you are an obedient girl. No, he knew from the night at the station.
“Alright” You got up and walked into your bedroom, looking for the purse that you used from the night at the train station. Once you found it. You slipped the business card down your underwear. You wanted to speed things up, and just get to the fucking.
You called for him to come into your bedroom, and so he did. When he saw you sitting on the bed, he was confused but he put the pieces together.
“I’m not going to touch you until you throw away the card.” His voice reeked with authority.
“If you want me to throw away the card. You’re going to have to undress me, it’s hidden underneath my clothing.” You smirked, and the salesman stared at you with hunger. He was quiet for a few seconds which made you nervous. But eventually he stood up straight and spoke again. “Does a naughty girl like you have any handcuffs?” He asked.
You nodded your head at an embarrassingly face pace. “In the nightstand on the left.”
The salesman hummed in response, opening the draw to see the stereotypical pink fluffy handcuffs. “Of course, a slut like you would have handcuffs like this.” He mumbled to himself, yet you heard, and you felt your cunt tingle at his words. Shamelessly getting horny at his voice alone. You wondered the wetter you’d get if the card would get destroyed. A unique way of getting rid of a business card.
“Hmm, lube.. dildos. You get busy.” Before you could respond, you were distracted by him tying up your arms to the bed post. Then he removed his tie, wrapping it around your mouth. It didn’t completely remove your voice, but it muffled it out enough. The salesman hand dragged down your body from your chest slowly, then his hands made it down to your clit, and once he tried to find your entrance, he felt the card. “As I thought” without hesitation he ripped the top of your pajamas, followed by aggressively tugging down your panties, with finishing it off by tearing up the card. You watched in glee, awaiting his next move.
He removed his belt, and you felt the slash of the folded belt within seconds, against the side of your ass. “That was for playing games with me.” He whips the other side of your ass this time. “Instead of listening to me.” A third whip comes again “And that-“a fourth whip “-Is for getting turned on while I’m punishing you.” He whipped the side of your ass for the last time making it a total of 5 whips you’ve receive. “Look at you, fucking dripping over a few lashes to your ass.” He lowers you’re his face to hover over your clit, he sticks his tongue out to lightly toy with your clit back and forth. The new sensational feeling of his tongue drives you wild, you desperately wanted some friction, and you were finally getting it.
His face finally planted on your clit, and he sucked onto it so tenderly yet sensually. You let out a bunch of muffled out moans which drove him to wanting to please you even more. Quickly he got up and took the dildo from the nightstand, when he stood up you could see just how hard his dick was. His suit pants were already tight as it is, but his dick looked like it could tear right through. You admired his self-control on not just ripping it right out and shoving his dick inside of you. Because lord knows that’s what you would’ve done if you were him.
He returned to his previous position and slide the dildo right inside of you. Building up the pace, trying to keep in sync with his mouth on your clit, and his hand holding the dildo. It was a slow burn for you, considering you wanted to cum so bad. But you enjoyed every second of the pleasure that over filled you. Your hands began to shake against the bed frame, as you desperately wanted his touch, you wanted to feel him so bad. The salesman loved hearing the handcuffs rattle, your pleads were muffled but he knew that you want him so badly.
He felt your body movement pick up as he kept on thrusting and sucking. His small laugh at your desperate movements is what threw you over the edge. You felt the vibration of his laugh on your clit, and it was over for you. You threw your head back moaning with your eyes at the back of your head. The euphoric orgasm was taking over, and the salesman couldn’t help but admire. The whole time while thrusting the dildo into you, he couldn’t help but think of the altercation from before. When you begged for his cum, he thought of it earlier and it was happening again.
“You did so well for me baby. Such a perfect slut.” His voice was endearing, he went to remove the handcuffs, and allowed you to rub on them for comfort. “I want to please you as you did for me.” The salesman was sitting on the edge of the bed, and you made your ways towards him. Your lips daringly close to his own.
“Oh really?” He said,
“Mmhm.” You replied back, leaning into a kiss which in turn became quite passionate. You broke it off by attempting to lean down to unzip his pants. But you were stopped before you could begin. “If you suck me off, I won’t last.” He was slightly embarrassed by his words, but you seemed amazed by it. Loving the idea of making him bust just by the touch of your lips.
You got back up to the bed, spreading yourself Infront of him. “Then come and fuck me.” You said simply. Your words were like a trigger for him. Bringing him back to that night, the night where he discovered something new about himself.
He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but it’s like his thoughts slipped right out immediately. “Only if I can breed you.”
The silence wasn’t long merely 10 seconds, but it was enough to feel him cringe and regret his words. Not until he saw the light switch in your eyes flip like the night, he saw you. The smile the creeped at the corner of your lips made him relax. But the words, the way you simply said, “Do it.” Was what made him pounce on you.
He directed you into going on all fours, in which he earned a small giggle of eagerness from you.
“Baby girl, you’re so fucking desperate for my cum aren’t you?” You muffled out a yes, as he slides a single finger inside your cunt. He swatted your ass demanding a proper answer. “Yes Daddy, I want you to fill me up so bad.”
“Perfect princess.” He inserted his dick into your pussy. The salesman moaned at the new feeling. You were amazed by his instance reaction as he did to yours.
“Fuck, what would your father think of you fucking a salesman, letting his sweet little girl get her cum filled with a random man. Ruining the family bloodline…Shit baby girl... what would he say at this predicament.” His thrust was rough with you. His hands were gripping on the side of your hips, and you began to become a mess of yourself all over again. “God your pussy is so tight.” He could barely speak coherently, as he continued to pound you moaning out instead. “I want to you to…I need.. you to fill me up so bad baby. I fucking need it…I want you to make my stomach all round and swollen. Shit daddy oh my…shit.” You were taking every inch of him, and it strangely felt suffocating in a nice way. After you spoke his thrust became more aggressive, his need for release was close.
“You’re going to take it all baby…all..of it. Not until your breasts are swollen. Shit I need that.”
You couldn’t respond because your second high of the night approached, and soon the salesman’s warm white liquid followed suite. You both collapsed onto the bed. His dick still inside, being too lazy to remove himself out of you. He nuzzled himself into you, as you accepted himself into you.
“How’s that for roleplay?” he asked lazily.
“I don’t know, it was incredibly complicated.” You laughed out tiredly. “The whole meeting you at the train station, then renting out this penthouse, for sex I mean..”
“You told me last time that my roleplaying was terrible.” He chuckled out. “I was just trying to up my game.”
“Okay, I’ll admit fucking at the train station was hot as hell, and I got to rent out my old apartment that I used in university felt nostalgic to see my old friends. All for this intense roleplay sensation with you. I love you baby; you made this anniversary special.”
“Anything for my wife…just so you know, you’ll never be able to beat me for next year.”
“Oh really?” you said sarcastically.
“Yeah, I had to hire a hacker for this shit. My dedication for roleplaying with you, cannot be matched with whatever you planned for me next year.” He gloated.
“Yeah sure.” Your husband planted a kiss on your cheek, reassuring what you already knew, he was just playing around.
“Sweetheart.” You called out.
“Yeah.” He responded tiredly ready to doze off and fall asleep.
“Don’t ever mention my dad again while we have sex. That was weird.”
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the-iceni-bitch · 2 days ago
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Let Me Trace the Lines
Kinktober Day 17: Stigmatophilia (tattoo and piercing kink)
Pairing: tattoo artist!Curtis Everett x tattooed and pierced fem!reader
Words: ~1.3k
Summary: You’re new tattoo artist is too hot.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content(fingering, f receiving oral sex, public sex), unsuccessful use of softeners, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!
A/N: This was originally supposed to be Ari but then I saw the edits by @nixakimbo and I couldn’t help myself.
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What an unbelievably stupid woman you were.
You kept repeating it in your head like a mantra, splitting your focus between that and the thought of going to church with your grandmother as you tried to ignore the man who was sitting between your legs.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time, everything was planned out so perfectly. You’d researched the artists in the area thoroughly before landing on Curtis. You fell in love with his use of bold lines and vibrant colors, and his reviews were all glowing. Then when you reached out to schedule this piece he was such a goddamn peach of a man, you just felt even better about your choice, even though the thought of having a big, rugged, gorgeous man ink up your hip and the inside of your thigh could end up biting you in the ass. But it wasn’t like he was going to be that ridiculously good looking in real life anyway, right?
Wrong.
You weren’t sure why you didn’t back out as soon as you laid eyes on him, that beautiful, earnest smile shooting right through you and making your knees weak. And then he started talking you through your expectations for the piece, how many sessions you wanted to take, and making sure you knew he was fine breaking any time if you needed, all in that rich, warm baritone and you just sank into the chair with a dopey grin on your face.
So there you were, lying all spread out as he dragged the needle gun over the crease of your hip, nothing between his face and your increasingly wet pussy but a strategically placed towel. Why did you decide to get this piece in a spot that pretty much ensured you weren’t going to be able to wear panties?
He ran his tongue over the ring in his lip as he concentrated and you had to bite back a moan. Maybe afternoon tea with grandma? None of your softeners were working, though, the feeling of his breath fanning over the inside of your thigh as he leaned close to check his work making you throb. This man checked way too many of your boxes, the tattoos and the lip piercing and the earrings and the glasses. Fuck, grandma grandma grandma grandma…
“Hey, you need a break?” Your eyes shot open when he spoke to you, swallowing thickly when you met those piercing blue eyes and trying not to squirm under his gaze. “You’re shaking. If it’s starting to be too much we can call it.”
“What? No, I’m fine.” You honestly had barely even felt anything the whole time, your tiny little pain kink not helping the situation at all. “Can hardly even feel it.”
“You sure?” He bit his lip and you cursed yourself for a fool again, your cunt throbbing when he rested his hand on your thigh mere inches away from where you were pulsing with need as you just nodded at him. “Ok, just, lemme know if you need me to stop.”
“Will do.” You dropped your head back on the chair when the gun started buzzing again, trying to keep your toes from curling when he bent close to focus after rolling his head on his shoulders.
This was so dumb and absolutely unprofessional, what kind of hard up slut got this worked up over having someone give them a tattoo? He was edging closer to where you were trying so hard to keep your slick from dripping onto the leather of the table, you had to get this done in one session, if you came back and had to have him set up between your legs again you were going to have a goddamn aneurysm.
His body shifted as he worked his way down your thigh, and you sucked in a sharp breath when his hand brushed against the edge of the towel. Everything seemed to slow down when the cloth fluttered to the floor, you trying unsuccessfully to snap your legs closed as Curtis reached feebly for the towel as you both cursed under your breath.
“Shit, sorry!” He hissed as he ducked to chase after the towel, his face getting dangerously close to where you were exposed and making you try to crawl back up the chair. “Oh, honey.”
“What? What’s wrong?” You noted the sudden change in his voice and it made you freeze.
“You are all worked up, so goddamn wet and pretty.” He leaned back to peek around the privacy screen and make sure no one was too close before ripping his gloves off. “No wonder you’re shaking so much. Gonna help you relax.”
“Oh god.” Your body jolted when he dragged his thumb over your slit, melting into the chair when he teased it over your clit before sliding his middle finger into your weeping channel. “Curtis…”
“Shh, I know, pretty girl.” He hooked his finger and you had to bite your lip as your eyes fluttered closed, your back arching as you clenched around him hard. “Gotta help you calm down so we can finish.”
“Yeah, ok.” You let yourself melt into the chair as he continued stroking your walls slowly, humming to yourself when he started pressing gentle kisses over the thigh he hadn’t been working on.
When he slid the second finger in you had to grip the edge of the chair painfully, rocking your hips to meet the movements of his fingers as he found your sweet spot. He groaned against your skin at the feel of your squeezing him, his lips moving closer to your sex as he brought you closer.
“God, you really needed this, didn’t you hon?” He rubbed his bearded cheek against your hip with a purr, his eyes fixed on the way your pussy was flexing around his fingers. “And here I thought you were gonna leave me hanging.”
“What?” Your voice was breathy with want as he just kept working you over, dragging your head up so you could watch him brush his lips over the curve of your hip.
“Like you don’t know how fucking hot you are.” God, he sounded so fucking sexy when he growled like that. “Walking in here in that little sundress all inked up with that nose ring.”
“I mean, yeah, I know.” You couldn’t help but grin a little at the praise, running your tongue over your bottom lip as you fixed your eyes on his. “Didn’t realize you knew. Don’t you work on chicks all the time?”
“Sure, most of them don’t let me see their pussy during the first session, though.” He winked and grinned back at you, fuck, he was dangerous. “Tits sometimes, but never such a sweet little cunt.”
“It’s not like I did it on purpose.” You whined when he slid in a third finger, tossing your head back and bringing your hands up to work on your breasts while you tried to keep the noises to a minimum. “I’m not mad about it, though.”
Curtis gave you one last dark chuckle then leaned forward and wrapped his lips around your clit, your juices soaking his beard as he sucked softly. The feeling of his lip ring rubbing right against your swollen bud did it, your body vibrating with the strain of your pleasure as your release gushed over Curtis’s lips and chin, the fact that his face was right up against you thankfully muffling the absolutely obscene wet noises he was drawing out of you as he helped you ride it out.
“Fucking perfect.” He murmured, dragging his tongue over your pussy to clean you up after he pulled his fingers out, licking them clean too before putting on a new pair of gloves and picking up the gun. “This is gonna go so much smoother now that you’re relaxed, we’ll have to remember that for your next piece.”
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renminss · a day ago
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Red Light [Jung Jaehyun]
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pairing: bf!jaehyun x gf!reader
warnings: dirty talk, fingering, abs riding, one mention of spanking, slight choking
word count: 1.2k
preview: Jaehyun goes back to kissing you before pulling away again and making eye contact with you. “ride me” your eyes widen at his request owing to the fact that he’s never asked this before. Before you could respond, he was already repositioning himself to lay on his back. You proceed to straddling his hips when his hands grabbed your waist and stopped your movements. “not there baby. ride me here.” he said as he grabbed your hand and placed it over his overly defined abdomen.
“baby, you wanna watch a movie tonight, or do you want to-“ your words were cut off and your eyes finally avert their direction from your book to your very very damp boyfriend. You were peacefully reading on the bed until you heard the bathroom door open, signaling that Jaehyun was finally finished taking a shower. His hair was messily swooped away from his face, still dripping wet, and his body glowed red as the droplets of water on his skin reflect the light coming from the led lights hung on your ceiling. Your eyes can’t help but travel down to his toned abdomen enjoying the view for a few seconds, wondering how it was possible to have a body like his, before traveling even lower noticing that the towel wrapped around his waist was hanging dangerously low.
“want to what babe?” you then only realize that you were still staring at his abdomen with your mouth slightly open. You cough a few times as you direct your attention elsewhere, obviously being affected by your boyfriend’s toned body. This only caused a smug smile to appear on his lips as he tilted his head, obviously amused by the way you were acting. He raised an eyebrow at you noticing the way you blinked repeatedly, trying to focus on the conversation instead.
“well, ummm, I was gonna ask if you, uhh, if you wanted to do something else aside from, from watching a movie.” you stuttered, still trying your very best to focus as he slowly walks towards you instead of getting dressed. you feel your cheeks heat up knowing that he knows the thoughts going through your head. “Yea?” lowering his body so his face was leveled with yours. “I think I want to do something else” he whispered near your ear as he finally got closer to you. the way the pitch of his voice dropped got you rubbing your thighs together just to get some sort of friction between your legs. This only caused you to feel embarrassed at how easily you got turned on.
Jaehyun pushed you onto the bed and wasted no time to start kissing you. His fingers danced through your hair as his hips made contact with your own. Being in such a position allowed you to feel what’s being concealed beneath the thin material around his waist. He pushed his hips further into yours as he grinds his growing erection between your legs. You moaned into the kiss as this only added to the already burning heat in your core. “move up the bed for me” you immediately obey as he finally removes the only piece of fabric covering his body. You feel your cheeks grow warm again, appearing just a little bit redder due to your led lights.
Pulling at the hem of your top, he asks for permission to rid you of the shirt you were wearing. Being in the needy instance you’re in, you wasted no time taking both your top and bottoms off. Jaehyun goes back to kissing you before pulling away again and making eye contact with you. “ride me” he instructs, almost sounding like a growl due to how low his voice was. your eyes widen at his request owing to the fact that he’s never asked for this before. Before you could respond, he was already repositioning himself to lay on his back. You proceed to straddle his hips when his hands grabbed your waist and stopped your movements. “not there baby. ride me here.” he said as he grabbed your hand and placed it over his overly defined abdomen. His statement alone got your mind spinning and your core throbbing at the thought of riding his abs.
Not being able to deny his request, you quickly positioned yourself on top of his abdomen. adrenaline rushed through your veins due to the new feeling and experience. “baby, take those off.” He said pulling the strap of your panties before releasing them, making the elastic part hit your skin which caused you to release a small whine. You obey once again before repositioning yourself to rock back and forth his abdomen. the varying heights of the muscles on his stomach together with the amount of slick accumulated in your core send you a sensation you’ve never felt before. Jaehyun’s hands were exploring your body until they finally rested on your waist, moving you up and down his abs. You lower your upper body down towards his, allowing your chest to make contact with his face. Taking the opportunity presented, Jaehyun stuck out his tongue, letting your nipple move back and forth his mouth before sucking and licking them, giving them the attention they so desperately needed. The hand on your waist traveled up to your right breast, fingers rolling your other nipple.
“look so good baby, does that feel good?” He says as he takes another lick from your nipple. You only give him a nod, too immersed in the feeling he was causing. You gasp as you feel Jaehyun’s spit-coated fingers make contact with your core, moving his fingers up and down, teasing you. You moved faster on his abdomen, releasing the moans you were trying so hard to suppress earlier. “s-so good,” jaehyun’s fingers finally entered you, causing another whine to escape your lips. “so dirty for me, getting turned on just by seeing me shirtless huh baby?” he says as he pumps his finger in and out your core. You bit your lip, whispering curses underneath your breath as you feel the knot in your stomach tightening.
You felt Jaehyun flex his abs which only caused the muscle beneath his skin to get harder, adding more friction to your core and clit. “look at me baby” he says as the hand inside your core was pulled out, landing a strong smack on your ass. “Jae! oh god, I’m so close, fuck!” you manage to scream in between moans and other incomprehensible words. “already baby? we were just getting started,” he mocked as he started leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses against your skin. His other hand travels from your waist to your chest before finally claiming its position around your neck. The pressure around your neck made your mind and vision hazy as the room became one blurry red space, only adding to the maddening pleasure his abs were causing. You sit back up to your previous position resting your hands on Jaehyun’s chest as your hips move vigorously against his abs. Your eyes slam shut as you throw your head back, finally letting go and cumming all over his abdomen.
“so good for me baby,” he says after a few curses, rubbing small circles on your waist. you continue rocking your hips back and forth as you ride it out, panting heavily as you try to catch your breath. You finally make eye contact with him and his eyes were just as dark as they were previously. Jaehyun looked you up and down, savoring the sight before him before licking his lips and finally saying,
“now, on all fours for me princess”
a.n: aaahh so this is the very first au i’ve written so 🤸🏻‍♀️ i am very open to opinions so please don’t hesitate to send me an ask to let me know how yall found the fic, it’ll really help me make better ones in the future 😮‍💨 also, i couldn’t tag some for some reason. i hope yall still find this tho. now here’s the vid that inspired all this 😵‍💫
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drakens-pet · 3 days ago
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TOKREV: HOW THEY TAME YOU (PT. I)
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feat: mikey, draken, mitsuya, chifuyu, kazutora
tw: fem!reader, spanking, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, breeding
a/n: this is my first time writing for tokrev, i just finished the manga and needed something to fill the void </3
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MIKEY— if you ever decide to mouth off to mikey, be prepared for a long, torturous night ahead of you. he’ll take you to the nearest room and tell you to take off your clothes with the calmest look on his face, only keeping up the act until you’re standing bare in front of them. pushing you onto the bed, he’ll proceed to edge you for hours, denying climax after climax until you’re begging him to let you cum. “maybe you should’ve thought about this before you got an attitude with me, hm..” if you’re lucky, he’ll let you finish, but most of the time he pulls out of you only to cum on your stomach, peeling off of your sweat covered body and grabbing a towel to hand to you. “maybe tomorrow, princess.”
DRAKEN— one sarcastic remark to draken oftentimes lands you bent over his knees, skirt flipped up and panties pulled down to your ankles. “you wanna be a brat? fine with me.” but you know it’s not when his palm comes down across your ass, a yelp leaving you from the sting. he’ll deliver what seems like endless blows until the red handprints all blend together, no longer discernable. only then will he stop and admire his handwork, rubbing soothing circles and feeling the heat radiating off your angry skin. you’ll most likely have bruises the next day, and he’ll tease you when you wince while sitting down. “how’s that cute little ass of yours, sweet girl? i bet it’s sore.”
MITSUYA— he chooses to take a more subtle approach when dealing with your bratty tendencies. he’ll continue to act like everything is fine until later that night when you two are messing around in bed. leaving a trail of kisses down your sternum, he ignores your nipples and licks a stripe down to your navel. he’ll pull down your pajama bottoms and spread your legs, the smallest of smirks playing at his lips as he leans back down. he teases you endlessly, sucking bruises into your inner thighs and nibbling at the hem of your panties until you’re a squirming mess underneath him, pleading with him to just touch you where you need him to the most. “aww, how cute. you’re still in trouble from earlier. you’ll have to earn it.”
CHIFUYU— it pains him to punish you but sometimes it’s necessary. he’ll guide you to his room and slowly undress you, letting your clothes fall to the floor one by one. his kisses are never deep enough, always ending too soon. lining his length up to your slit, it takes him literal minutes to bottom out, and that’s when you realize he’s acting intentionally, that this is punishment. his hands pin your hips down while he fucks you at a brutally monotonous pace, never giving you enough friction to give you release. “this hurts me more than it hurts you, baby..” and you can see that he’s struggling to maintain control, but he pushes his desire down and continues until your hips are trying to buck against his, tears lining your lashes in frustration.
KAZUTORA— kuzatora doesn’t like making you cry, however that doesn’t doesn’t do anything to stop him from bending you over the back of his couch and flipping up your skirt. all you can do is whine, turning your head back in time to watch him unbuckle his pants and pull out his cock, the tip already leaking precum. pulling your panties to the side, he smears it around your entrance, using it to slide into you. “i’m gonna fuck a baby into ya.” that’s all he says before he starts hammering away at your hole, hips bucking into you from behind causing you to jolt against the couch with every thrust. you have no snarky comeback to that, your mouth gaping open and drool dripping down your chin. the lewd sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the room and when his climax came, his hips pressed flush to your backside, letting you milk every drop right into your cervix. 
part one ; part two ; part three
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todoshotoroki · a day ago
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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙬𝙤
Warnings: smut, lust quirk/sex pollen, praise, degradation, oral, overstimulation, edging, marking, f reader x lustful Bakugou.〤 Minors DNI Word count: 6.4k
Read part 1: 𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞, 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩
   All Bakugou knew right now was the only person he wanted to help him with this was you.
   And now, he had you perched all pretty-like in his lap, right on top of his throbbing hard cock. When Bakugou Katsuki saw an opportunity, he always took it. “Kiss me, right fucking now”
   As Bakugou’s eyes continued to glance up and down your body, he was desperately awaiting your first move. He wanted it to be you who kissed him first, that way you could be the one to express your consent, your confirmation that you wanted him too. Even though his naked backside had been completely exposed to the cold air of his bedroom, his body was still chilled by the drips of sweat falling running down his skin.
   He felt like that damn icy-hot bastard, because each part of his skin that met yours was burning so badly, he felt like he would soon melt into you, while the rest of his body was filled with goosebumps. “S-shit Y/n, the fuck are you waiting for god damnit-” His eyebrows creased painfully, his hot breath fanning across your neck as he distracted himself by peppering wet, sloppy kisses on your neck.
   “K-Katsuki, are you really- really sure you even want this right now?” Your whispered voice kept hesitating, and Bakugou found himself freezing at your words. 
   “Are you seriously the one doubting me? Right now?” His gruff tone caught you off guard, and your hands gripped tightly on his shoulders. You could feel his arms shaking as they held you, his cock was throbbing at your thigh, you could tell even through the sheets. It was easier since the material was now sticky and see-through with his cum. 
   “Y/n I really need you to stop fucking around with me- just tell me if you’re gonna let me fuck you or not”  Bakugou turned around, lying you on your back onto the plush carpet of his bedroom floor. The sheets fell over your legs and down your friends hips, no longer covering any part of his body besides the erection he pressed between your legs. Your legs instinctively came up to wrap themselves around his naked hips, making him groan. “K-Kacchan what if you aren’t-”
   “Shh, baby girl that's not what I asked, now is it? I’ll get to that, just talk to me first” Bakugou’s sloppy neck kisses were getting dangerously close to your lips, his red eyes bearing into yours, the color of his irises only burning deeper into your core. “You want me to fuck you so bad, hm? I know you do, just say it babe” 
   His snarky smile grazed over your lips, his expression only widening as he felt you panting for air against his mouth. He parted his lips to taste your breath, slowly leaning forward and latching his teeth teasingly onto your bottom lip. “Tell me you want me to fuck you” He wanted needed to hear you say it, the second you did he would tear your legs open and bury his head between them to die there.
You just had to let him hear it.
   As your breath and words seemed to be suddenly locked away, you about choked on air as Katsuki’s curled arms tightened around your waist, up against his own shaking body. His resolve seemed to be slipping, as well as his restraint against this quirk. With the way his hand cupped your jawline, just to nuzzle his nose against yours and briefly close his eyes showed his last bit of strength, and his seriousness. 
   “Y/n, you don't gotta worry ‘bout me, swear”  He knew the only thing holding you back was for his sake, and while he would much rather confess his feelings in another way, he knew he could make it up to you later. “I’ve always felt like this, promise, ‘m promise sweetheart, I've always had these feelings for you” He confessed in a low whine, his hips once again beginning to rut into yours as his mouth began to explore your face.
   “Just right now, I really need to act on them- m’kay? Okay? You’ll let me? Right? You’ll take care of me- Just like you said” His lips seemed to be everywhere but yours, as if taunting you with his teases. His kisses were like rapid fire, and you felt his hands all over your body, but never where you needed him most. 
   Bakugou tightened his shaky hand on your jaw, nudging his nose against yours and closing his eyes. “Y/n- Y/n please, if you don’t say something soon I'm gonna have to use my h-”
   “Touch me, touch me Katsu-” You couldn't finish your sentence, interrupted, but in a way expecting his lips to be on yours any moment now. Bakugou’s lips were surprisingly soft, you were able to tell even with how hard he had pressed them against yours. His tongue wormed its way past your lips, you could feel the uneasy panting through his nose. 
   Bakugou let his body collapse fully on top of yours, caging you between his arms and legs between him and the floor. Finally, his exploring hands began to drift dangerously close to your inner thighs, peeling away the sheet that separated you both. “Take this shit off” He growled into your mouth, his fingers crackling with tiny, barely controlled explosions emitting from his palms. 
   The scent of burning fabric filled the room, and your shorts were yanked down your legs. “H-hey! I needed those-” You began to protest, but your words were lost in your throat the second his fingers pushed your panties to the side, ghosting along your clit. “Not now you don’t” He gruffed with a victorious smirk against your lips as you gasped.
   His sloppy kisses trailed down your jawline, but what had you even more distracted was the way his fingers gathered your slick, rubbing it up and down your clit teasingly. “Mmmhm, all mine now, aren’t cha” At this point it was impossible to tell if his panting was because of the lack of oxygen, or if he was soaking himself in your scent.
   Bakugou’s main focus was the sweet spot between your legs, but as his kisses drifted down the collar of your shirt, he ended up getting distracted along the way. With a tad more control than last time, this time he yanked your shirt off your torso and threw it across the room. “Fuck princess”  His smile widened at the sight of even your clothed breasts, his fingers starting to rub small circles on your clit from underneath the thin fabric of your underwear.
   You still had your bra on, but the way Katsuki’s gaze was eating you up made you want to shyly cross your arms across your chest. So you did just that, your cheeks flaming up in the process as you shied underneath his gaze. “Stop staring Bakugou” You muttered.
   That was the exact opposite of what your classmate wanted, and suddenly his hand was yanked from your clit with a possessive growl. He gripped tightly at both of your wrists, pinning them above your head as he pressed his body down between your legs, his right hand wet with your slick. 
   “Watch it” He growled into your ear, his tongue grazing your earlobe as he began to circle his soaking wet finger around the palm of your hand. “I don't wanna have to ask to see what's mine anyway” 
   His territorial tone made you shiver, and it was hard to think of how to respond in the heat of the moment. Kacchan confessed his feelings for you, he even said he’s always had them. Now, he was calling you his own. But giving yourself false hope was too much to think about right now.
   Only further solidifying his dominance, Katsuki’s non-wet hand slithered down, yanking your now soaked panties from your legs, and not bothering to watch where they landed.
   Soon enough, the cold air yanked you from your thoughts as Bakugou unclipped the front, middle clasp of your bra, making your nipples harden against the cold air. You let out a small gasp, one that didn't go unnoticed by Katsuki. It only encouraged him to lean forward, flattening his tongue against your nipple before taking it into his mouth, moaning at the flavor of your sheer sweat.
   His free hand wrapped around your other breasts, pinching and kneading desperately at your flesh. As you looked down, you had to strain your eyes to notice it, and only when Bakugou’s kisses began to trail down your stomach were you fully able to comprehend the purple bruises left behind. Your eyebrows creased, and as Katsuki yanked your legs apart, he met your gaze knowingly. 
   “I told you babe” He said, smirking as he tilted his head to place a kiss on your inner thigh. “I meant it, you’re mine now” 
   Your breath hitched in your throat, his fingers pinching into the fat of your thighs as he pulled them to wrap around his head, indirectly asking you to suffocate him. “ ‘Ur mine- ‘m not ever lettin’ you go now” You could feel it, his breath on your cunt, the seriousness of his tone.
   As Katsuki leaned forward, and ran his tongue along your wet lips, the exact thing he was afraid of happening, happened. 
   You were addictive. So fucking compelling. 
   He would have liked to see your reaction, of course his goal was to make and watch you fall apart on his tongue, but once he got his first taste of you, his eyes impulsively shut to roll to the back of his head. He moaned euphorically into your cunt, vibrating against your clit as his tongue explored your sex. 
   For the moment, he settled for the angelic moans and the hands that weakly rested on top of his own, which gripped your thighs, almost painfully tightening your skin. 
   Bakugou’s tongue switched from lapping at your clit, to pushing as deep as he could manage inside of you, to back to flicking at your most sensitive spot again. To be frank, his movements were not precise, instead they were sloppy, and so insanely desperate. “S-Slow down- Katsu- y-you- ooh, mhnng-” 
   You could feel and hear his whimpers into your cunt, as your words began to falter and your breaths began to quicken. His tongue continued to lap up each drop of your essence, and you could feel it in the way your grip tightened on his shaky hands how scared he was of wasting a single drop. 
   “You taste so fuckin’ good- mpfh-”
   Bakugou’s hips rutted desperately against the floor, but he didn't fail to realize that while this is the longest he went without any stimulation to his cock since he entered his dorm, having your meaty thighs encasing his face felt like the only thing keeping him conscious at the moment. 
   It only sped up his movements, continuing with their sloppy, but constant thrusts. The rough pads of his hands, the sting of his fingernails digging into your thighs, were all adding to the burning in your core. You weren't surprised it didn't take very long, you were only bound to catch up with his pace sooner rather than later. “Kac-Kacchan I’m gonna cum, slow down, please- before I-” Your pleading whines were only met with rough growls. “Before I- ‘m gonna cum, fuck”
   “Common, cum on my face, do it” Bakugou couldn't resist giving into temptation, the rough thrust against his floor providing just enough friction to bring forth his own orgasm. It was too easy, and not even his choice really, but the second your voice grew even more high pitched and needy as you came on his tongue was almost enough to send him into shock. 
   You tasted like pure heaven on his tongue. Honestly, if people knew how pathetic he looked right now cumming untouched on his bedroom floor, he knew that everyone would understand his weakness if they happened to ever be blessed with the taste of you like he was. Too bad he wouldn’t let them get close enough.
   “S-Suki..” Your breathless whimper was heard loud and clear, but they still managed to fall on deaf ears, because while you had tried to spend a few moments to recollect yourself, Bakugou’s movements only stuttered enough to give his cock a few seconds to release long spurts of cum onto his thighs, his groaning vibrating against your clit in the process.
   Bakugou felt the sheer burn in his lungs, the lightheadedness from the lack of oxygen, mixed with the effects of the quirk, and finally, your completely ethereal presence, taste, sounds, everything was quickly piling up. His cock was still painfully hard, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away just yet. After feeling you cum on his tongue, he needed to feel it again. 
   He continued whimpering into your cunt, not even once bothering, or even needing to use his fingers as his tongue did all the work for him. There wasn't a spot that wasn't covered in cum or his spit. 
   “Katsuki- Katsu- I already.. I already came! Fuck- Kacchan” Your eyebrows knitted together with the pleasurable burn of overstimulation, your legs shaking weakly as they gave out and fell onto Bakugou’s shoulders. Your hips sputtered against his mouth as his tongue began to expertly find its way around your body.
   It’s too much. Too much..
   The shaky hands you had clasped around the one’s Bakugou used to keep your thighs wrapped snugly around his head, began to weakly reach between your legs and lace into his spikey blonde hair. His hips sputtered into the carpet as he moaned in response, his fingernails leaving tiny red marks into the skin of your thighs. As your second orgasm neared closer, a huge wave of shakiness overcame you.
   Your hands tightened in your classmate’s hair, and in a desperate attempt to pull him upwards, your fingers tightened into his scalp and you pulled, trying to get him to look up at you.
   In a way, it worked. You were met with vermilion, piercing red eyes as a loud, insanely territorial warning growl ripped from his throat. Like a wild animal protecting its food. 
   His fingers began to scratch at your thighs, leaving long red marks in their wake. Your eyebrows kneaded from the pleasurable pain, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. “Katsu- ‘Suki please, y-you cant- you have too-” 
   Your chest heaved for air, and you could only imagine the burn in Bakugou’s lungs. Ever since his mouth found your clit, it never left. “Katsuki! Please- you have to breathe! Please-”
   Your begging contradicted your body’s actions, your back arching off the carpet and your head falling back onto the ground. You heard a muffled growl from below, but at the moment, it was difficult to comprehend what he was saying. “‘S okay sweetheart” His words were slurred as his tongue continued to worm around your clit. “Trust me- ‘Ur the only one keepin’ me breathin’”
   His words easily triggered your second orgasm, the tears that picked at the corner of your eyes finally breaking the seal, and slipping past your cheeks.  “That’s it, ‘m so proud of you, cumin for me” One of the hands that had been kneading at your breasts came up to your cheek, caressing it to wipe away your tears, Bakugou’s mouth slowly working you through your high before very reluctantly pulling away.
   He crawled up your body, his eyes half-lidded as they travelled along your torso before finally meeting your tired gaze. Bakugou was silent, simply taking in and appreciating the fucked-out expression on your face. His mouth was agape slightly, as if in complete awe at the sight. Tilting his forward to press his forehead against yours, he circled his arms around your waist, one of them cupping your lower asscheek securely.
    “Thank you” He whispered, licking his lips to coat his tongue in your left over arousal. He was already pussydrunk completely on your touch, and even though the quirks effects were still pumping through his veins, his brief post-nut clarity was enough to take his time appreciating you. “Thank you Y/n”
   With your arms and legs wrapped around his body, he lifted you up with a new found strength, making you wince as your sensitive clit grazed his toned lower stomach. He heard you hiss, and felt your teeth latch onto his shoulder briefly. Bakugou cringed at the sound, and very gently laid you on your back. “Shit- I'm sorry princess”  
   His hands came around to gently rub up and down your stomach, the other rubbing comforting circles on your hip bone. “You need a break- fuck” You watched as Bakugou’s eyebrows crease, making your eyes trail down to see he was still painfully hard. Of course he would be, you were meant to be taking care of him, and he just presented you with two faithful orgasms in mere minutes. “N-no, Katsu, ‘m supposed to take care of you”
   You could see the conflict behind his dilated red pupils, and you wanted nothing more than to let him inside of you. You knew it was what he wanted most, what he was craving. You could see it in the way he stared into your eyes, trying to resist the temptation to absolutely ruin your body for anybody else. “Can’t, can't ruin you so quickly” He said it out loud while shaking his head and tightly closing his eyes, as if to convince himself more than anything. 
   As if to try and help convince him more, you wrapped your legs around his hips, bringing him closer to you. His hands stilled at your hips, digging into your waist and leaving small indents on your skin. “I don’t care, really, please- fuck me Kacchan” Your eyes were watery and doe eyed as you starred up at him with a pleading gaze. 
   “Y/n” Bakugou panted out your name, his face creasing painfully at trying to resist his urges. With you underneath him, your cunt so close to his cock already, he could feel his fragile, glass wall begin to crack. “That’s cheating- calling me that damn nickname is fucking cheating” He heard you whimper wordlessly in response, and internally cursed at himself for giving in so easily at just that sound alone.
   He reached down with his hand, gripping his cock and itching his hips forward. He let out a shuttered gasp as the tip of his cockhead grazed the lips of your pussy, his eyes completely trained on the sight in front of him. “”S sexy, my girl is so fuckin’ sexy” 
   You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to hold back the small cry at the sensitivity of feeling his cockhead grazing at your clit. It hurt, but it hurt so damn good. As Katsuki gently fucked his shaft up and down your wet clit to coat himself in your juices, you could see his head falling back onto his shoulders at the feeling. 
   Slowly, he began to push the head of his cock into you.
   Neither of you were prepared for the way you're both of your bodies would jolt at the forms of overstimulation, both being for different reasons.
   “Fff-fuck- baby, fuck sweetheart- ‘s too tight, so tight already- shit-”
   Bakugou’s body tensed as the first inch of his cock slid into your tight, wet pussy, his nails digging into the skin on top of your hip bones as he struggled to stay grounded, and to not immediately slam his cock deep into your womb and fill you with his load.
   As your body jolted from the burn of your previous orgasms, your teeth unlatched your tongue and you let out the small wail you had been holding back. 
   Apparently, Katsuki didn’t like that. 
   His eyes shut tightly, and he instantly pulled the head of his cock out, shaking his head. “K-Katsuki no! Where- where are you going?” Bakugou groaned as your legs tightened around his waist in a failed attempt to prevent him from pulling away, but he continued to shake his head. 
   “Can’t baby, can’t hurt you like this” He confessed, panting desperately for breath. He wanted nothing more than to indulge the both of you, and he wasn't sure how long he could keep his sanity up. You were already shedding tears from his overstimulation, he knew the moment his cock fully entered you, there was no going back.
   You needed to recover from when he ate you like his last meal ever. Especially before he fucked you.
   “Need you to really feel it when I cum in you, sugar”
   His words were so daunting, they made tears of frustration spill past your cheeks as you gently grinded your clit against his cock. “I can take it- please, I can take it Kacchan” He bit so hard onto his bottom lip, you could see the small bruise start to form. His eyes were shut tightly. He knew he’d give in if he saw the puppy dog look in your eyes.
   “S-Suki please, let me make good on my promise” You whimpered desperately from underneath him, practically begging him to fuck you through the pain until you were numb. “Wanna help you- wanna make you feel good” Your hands reached up to cup his cheeks, bringing his face down to hover over yours. “Promised to take care of you, Katsu”
   Bakugou shuttered at your words, swallowing the groan bubbling in his throat. He responded with a quick, desperate nod of his head. “Yeah? Promised to make me feel good?” He chuckled breathlessly, pressing a much needed, very wet kiss against your lips. You could still taste your own cum on his lips.
   He moaned into your mouth, before roughly pulling away and sitting up to inch his way up your body. He shifted so his legs trapped you underneath him, watching your reaction to his actions as he scooted forward enough to trap your arms at your sides, squeezing your body between his muscular thighs. “Make me feel good then baby, but don’t fucking use your hands” He commanded from where he hovered above you, his throbbing cock right in your face.
   Bakugou’s hand came up to fiercely grab your cheeks, pinching the fat of your cheeks together and smiling evilly as he watched your lips pucker, almost drooling at the sight of his cock resting between your breasts. “Just wanna feel that pretty tongue on my cock”
   Bakugou wasn't sure how he had managed this long, or how he even managed to pull the tip of his cock out of you at the last minute. Even the thought of being that close with you was insatiable, but now, seeing his cock in front of your face as he hovered over your lips, he knew his body wouldn’t let him hold back.
   “Common, open that pretty mouth for me” As Katsuki’s index finger tapped at the side of your cheek, your tongue fell past your lips, and immediately the man above you gripped the tip of his cock to press it flat against your wet muscle. You heard a very shaky, high pitched, gasp from above you.
   As you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, you glanced up to meet Katsuki’s eyes with your own. His eyebrows were creased painfully, and he was repeatedly shaking his head as one of his hands gripped your jaw tightly. “Fuck- fuck ‘m sorry, I'm sorry baby” 
   You almost paused your movements, unable to pinpoint what exactly he was apologizing for, before you watched his abs tighten and the hand he steadied on your jaw keeping you in place as his hips lurched forward. Suddenly, you had a mouthful of his sticky, wet cock. Which had been completely lathered in cum from his previous loads.
   “Shit- shit- shit- ‘m not gonna last- not gonna..- ‘m sorry” You let your jaw fall slack as Katsuki began to use your mouth, he was almost crying at the feeling of your hot mouth around his cock. “Can’t-can’t control it” He rambled on and on his apologizes, before completely leaning over you and gripping the mattress next to your head, starting to completely fuck your mouth.
   Your skills weren't needed, at least, not while Katsuki had all the control and you were pinned beneath him. “Princess- ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours” His eyes fluttered back open to watch you gag, moaning at the sight of his cock hitting the inside of your cheek. “Better not fuckin’ waste it- fuck- so pretty, pretty girl, shit-” 
   Your mouth filled to the brim with cum, even more of it spilling past your lips and dripping down your cheeks as Bakugou continued to fuck himself through his high, completely engulfed in the sight of you.
   Finally, he had some form of pleasure that you had caused, not some dumbass hallucination or fantasy in his head. He could tell this was real, he hadn't came this hard since.. Ever, really. As the fiery pain in his stomach began to finally subside, the passion and lust for you continued to grow. 
   He took a few moments to catch his breath, his chest heaving at the relief as some part of the quirk began to give away. When he looked back down, he had to bite the inside of his cheek while he groaned at the sight. Nope. Quirks effects are still fucking here.
   His cock rested on your cheek, still hard and throbbing against your skin. Bakugou brought his hand up, balling it into a fist and biting down. He used his other hand to wipe a small smudge of his cum against your lips, smearing it across your cheek and rubbing a small circle to milk it into your skin. “My good girl” He praised softly, caressing your now sticky cheek.
   Then his fingers were shoved down your throat, making you gag as you heard a deep, dark chuckle from above you. “Yeah, such a good fuckin’ girl. Didn’t waste it, saved it all in your mouth, didn’t cha?” His index finger pressed down on your tongue, before twirling in your mouth to scoop up the remains of his load. “Greedy slut, keepin’ it all to yourself like that” 
   Though his words were degrading and mean, you could see the proud glint in his eyes. You fully took advantage of his moment of weakness.
   “Kacchan” You whimpered quietly around his fingers, grabbing his hand which was full of his cum and your spit. Delicately, you traced it down your lower stomach, flattening it against your belly and squirming your hips as if to display your desperation.
   Katsuki was amazed by you, completely in awe as his palm pressed against your stomach, his cum-covered fingers grazing against your clit. He felt like he stopped breathing again, and he let out a shuttered breath from above you. “Kacchan, wanna feel you right here”
   Bakugou’s head fell back against his shoulders, and he let out a whimper at your words. Instantly he responded with a nod of pure desperation, his cum-filled fingers curling to rub at your clit as he began to inch his way back down your body. “Holy shit Y/n” He responded to your words breathlessly, his brow creasing at the way your body squirmed from his gentle rubbing.
  “My pretty little girlfriend, always knows just what to fuckin’ say” His words made you release a moan of your own, feeling his hands grip at your thighs before peeling them apart. 
   “G-girlfriend.. Katsu-” You stopped questioning his words when you felt his cock once again brushing along your clit, before his body collapsed on top of yours with just his hand reached between the two of you, tugging along his shaft as he aimed for your entrance. He never broke eye contact, using his free hand to force your gaze onto his.
   “That’s right- ‘m ‘ur boyfriend now, all yours” His words were right in your ear, and you were sure while you would have moaned from his sentence alone, the head of his cock pushing inside of you was enough to coax the loud noise from your lips. 
   Bakugou couldn’t resist this time, and pushed himself all the way inside of you until he bottomed out. Your back arched, pressing your chest up against his with a loud whine at the sudden stretch. “Katsuki- Katsuki- Suki-” Your toes curled as your legs wrapped around his waist in hopes to slow or still his movements. But it was to no avail, he was already deep inside of your wet cunt.
   Bakugou knew he should have been more gentle at first, should have inched his way into you until he filled your insides completely. He wanted to, he truly did, but his body wasn't letting him hold back anymore. He was putting the last of his strength into giving you just a few seconds to adjust to his size, his hands shaking furiously as they gripped tightly at your thighs.
   He sat up, his nails digging into your meaty hips as he threw his head back completely. He was eerily silent for a good few moments, before you felt his body start to shake with a different type of vibration. He was laughing.
   The blush on your cheeks engulfed your whole face, quickly making your body burn with shame. “K-Kacchan what-”
   You were cut off as Bakugou tilted his head to look at you as you called his name, his shoulders suddenly stilling as he took in the sight of you. No, he was crying. Tears of relief were flowing helplessly and uncontrollably down his cheeks. “I gotta move now, sweetheart” His words looked like they pained him to get out as he moaned them through a hazy expression.
   “Not gonna- can’t hold back baby, not- not when you’re squeezin’ my cock so good” As you felt one of his tears drip down onto your cheek, that exact moment was when you realized you were currently witnessing the Bakugou Katsuki literally worshipping you. He was going against every muscle, every instinct, every fiber in his body that told him to absolutely ruin you, just to make you comfortable. 
   “Katsuki I told you- just fuck me already, please” Your whine ended with a rare, more demanding tone, making Bakugou whimper as he pulled his cock just an inch out of your cunt, only to slam back in once again. You let out a breathy whine at the impact. He was just so big, and so deep inside of you. This whole situation was overall messy, a mixture of feelings and lust, not to mention the actual mess.
   You could still taste Katsuki’s cum sloshing around in your mouth and coating your tongue. Weakly, you brought your hands up to wrap around his neck, pulling his chest back down flush against yours. “Don't worry baby, just gotta- p-pace m’self for you”
   His arms circled completely around your waist with a strangled groan as his hips began moving on their own accord. You could feel the pierce of his nails into the skin of your back, and his breathless sounds whimpering in your ear. He was insatiable, and it was all you could do to sit back and enjoy it, your head falling into the pillows underneath your chest arched into his. 
   Bakugou hissed as your nipples grazed against his own, his thrusts sputtering, but keeping their steady pace. “Fuck- s’ tight pussy, never felt so good, you feel so good before you, Y/n” It was weird for such a loud, degrading person to be whispering praises in your ear, and while his words were small whimpers and soft, his movements were the exact opposite.
   His hands were roughly exploring your body, going back and forth between spreading your legs further, or pressing them into the mattress. Either way, it was so Katsuki could slot himself deeper between your angelic walls, and either way, you’d have tiny circular bruises from the pressure of his finger tips.
   “I can feel ya, tightening and creamin’ all on my cock” One of his hands dug tightly into your asscheek, pulling your hips up from the bed to rock them against his own. You couldn't tell if the spit on your neck was from Katsuki’s drool, or the condensation from his hot, heavy breath in your ear. 
   Bakugou’s thrusts switched between harsh, deep slaps against your hips, to a slow grind as the hard muscle of his stomach pressed hard against yours. “Ka-Katsu, faster, faster please” You’d respond by whining and bucking your hips against his, making his breathy chuckle at your begging begin to falter, his lips distracting you by leaving shaky kisses on your skin.
   He wanted to go faster, he really did, but he knew if he sped back up to the pace he had been at just moments before, he’d blow his load right into you at this point. But god, you were begging him, so how could he not?
   How could he not give his favorite girl exactly what she wanted?
   You knew what was going on, by the way Bakugou had his eyes clenched shut almost as tight as his teeth were, and the rough thrusts of his hips beginning to sputter against your own as they quickened, you knew. You only wanted to make it even better for him. “Cum for me Katsu, cum inside of me- please” Your fingers intertwined in the hair along his scalp, making his eyes flutter back open to face you.
   “P-please Kacchan- ‘m want it so bad”
   The sharp nails dug into the plush fat of your hips, sinking into your soft skin as Katsuki’s head fell back into the crook of your neck with a loud moan, right into your ear. 
   “I’ll give it to you, ‘m gonna give you so much of my cum baby”
   You could feel it, the twitching and pulsing of his cock inside of you as he came through long spurts of pleasure. His words were muffled by his teeth latching onto your shoulder, surely enough to leave a decent sized bite mark in its wake. It felt like that was truly his way of claiming you as his own. “F-Fuck, such a good girl, s-such a…” 
   By far, this had been Katsuki’s longest lasting orgasm, and his words were the most contradicting. “Bad girl- dirty, naughty girl- beggin’ for my cum like this” 
“S’okay baby, I'll give it to ya”
   Bakugou’s hips began to slow, but they continued their constant movements against your own, the amounts of cum he had unleashed inside you began to coat his length, and drip onto the mattress below you from his continuous grinding. 
   You almost thought the quirk had finally worn off, and Bakugou would finally be able to settle down.
   You were quickly proven wrong by the way the arms Katsuki had already circled around your hips used you as leverage to pull himself up into a sitting position, keeping your chest flushed against his. “We’re not done princess” He growled into your ear, flipping your body over until your back pressed into his chest. 
   “K-Kacchan-” To say your legs were shaking already was an understatement, your hands weakly pawed at his muscular arms that held your torso tightly against your own. All while he was still inside of you.
   “Can’t stop babe” He groaned into your ear as his hips once again thrusted against yours. The ache in your loins soon returned, this time your nails being the ones to dig into his forearms. “Gotta make you cum” Bakugou’s words were through gritted teeth.
   “Can’t stop until I feel you cum on my cock”
   As Katsuki’s words left his mouth, that was when he realized the true, final cure to this quirk. The only thing that could satisfy the burning desire in his core was feeling you cum on top of him, which he knew would inevitably trigger his own orgasm, solidifying that you were his. 
   The whole time Bakugou’s steady rhythm held purpose, because even being blessed enough with the sight of you was enough for him, to be inside of you, each stroke was now just for you, to bring you closer to the edge. “Katsu- Katsuki, feels so good”
   Even if every little thing you did seemed like a special treat for himself in the process.
   Your encouragement only made Katsuki whimper desperately, his head falling into the crook of your neck only to lap at your skin. His hands were just everywhere, aimlessly grabbing at your breasts, cupping your cheek delicately, gripping tightly onto the flesh of your ass. 
   He pinched at your nipples, and his other hand rubbed up along your inner thigh to begin circling at your clit. “Look at me” His head raised as he begged in your ear, letting go of your nipples to turn your jaw towards him. “Need you to look at me” His eyes were stern, serious as if his demand held consequences for not listening.
   “So special, waited ‘m whole life for this” 
   Your eyes fluttered open at his confession, making him smile lustfully at you while grazing his lips against your own. Your mouth opened in a ghostly moan as his cock twitched and grazed at every perfect spot of your insides. “I’m gonna cu-cum Katsuki” Your words were high pitched, but you forced yourself to continue looking him in the eyes.
   Your words only made Bakugou release a sinister-like smile, speeding up his powerful thrusts, all in-tune with keeping his fingers rubbing steady circles on your clit. 
   “It’s okay babe, let it out, c'mon, let it out for me princess” 
   His voice was so comforting as his praises rumbled in your ear, coaxing you through your climax as you tightened around your boyfriend's cock, letting out a long, loud moan just like he said too. 
   “Just like that- Fuck Y/n, my pretty girl” The way Katsuki’s cock pulsed in your cunt was way more powerful then the last, only enhancing the feeling of the way your pussy tightened around him. Cum began to leak down both of your thighs, making Bakugou's hips continuously twitch against your own. 
   “Looks like your mine now, y’know”
   As your body fell limp against his chest, both of your movements began to rise and fall as Kacchan fought to catch his own breath. You could feel him softening inside of you as his cum seeped into your skin, a telltale sign that the quirk had finally worn off. 
   Wordlessly, Bakugou laid you down against his sheets, keeping himself situated inside of you as he gently settled both of you to lay down, the blonde spooning you and holding you flush against his skin. “You okay?” He asked quietly, hesitantly, after a few moments, bringing his hand up to thread into your hair. 
   “Yeah” You reassured him quietly. “I’m more than okay”
   You felt him smile into the back of your neck, tiredly pressing his nose to your hair as the effects from the quirk finally began to catch up with his body, but still he managed to use the last ounce of his energy to grab his fluffy comforter, pulling it up past your shoulders.
   “Good, dunno what I'd do if I didn't have you to take care of me”
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kpopflorxl · 3 days ago
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Kinktober Marathon
Kinktober Day 13, 14, 15
1) Red Velvet Seulgi x Male Reader "Cold"
2) Twice Momo x Male Reader "Expedition"
3) CLC Yujin x Male Reader "Shoot! Your load"
18+
Contains: Smut.
1)Thighfucking/intercrural
2)Titfucking
3)Brat/daddy kink
Note: Yeah... I'm not giving up on Kinktober just yet, trying my best to catch up with this.
For access to all Kinktober pieces, head over to my Masterlist, where you'll be able to find the section dedicated to them.
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Let us begin.
Cold (Kinktober Day 13)
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You stumbled your way through the darkened fields, following her as she requested. The cool air crashed against the sweat which covered your skin and made you shiver.
"W-where are w-we going?" Your words stumbled over themselves just like your foot steps. Truth is, you were tipsy from drinking alcohol earlier that night, and Seulgi was aswell.
Leaves ruffled under the force of your steps, while the grass served as a comfortable stepping ground. Both of you drawing further apart from the lights of the house under her lead.
"It's cold out Seulgi" your steps didn't stop as you tried to catch up to her. "What's gotten into you?" you teased her right after, almost falling over several times during the blind chase, at that point the field was filled completely by darkness, the moon shining down to create the ambiguous silhouette you had been following.
The silhouette then disappeared... seemingly vanishing into the ground and making your eyes widen, the wind continued to blow from behind you but now it wasn't the only thing giving you chills.
"Seulgi?" You called out before reaching into your pocket, trying to pull out your phone to the best of your capacities, to use the phone's torch to look around. Once you finally managed to do it, it was too late...
You were tackled onto the ground, easily being overpowered due to your unstable and clumsy stance. Screams of shock came flying out of your mouth, as the dark silhouette mounted your body, pinning you down completely.
The only thing heard after that was Seulgi's mischievous laugh.
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The sound of it comforted you, even if you were the target of her teasing at that specific moment. The only solution was to accept defeat.
"You got me..."
Seulgi's laughing wouldn't cease.
"Also nearly gave me a heart attack" you tried to make it sound like you were bothered.
Silence.
Sudden silence surrounds both of you, and the only audible thing becomes the crickets found in your surroundings. Her weight was still on top of you, keeping you pinned down on the ground, against the cold floor and lightly wet grass, yet not a single word or sound.
"Hello? Kang Seulgi? The ground is so cold" You whined, yet the words must've not left your mouth for even seconds before you were hit with a comforting warmth and coziness, Seulgi's lips making contact with yours.
Soon enough, Seulgi’s hands slip under your shirt and start moving across your skin, gently massaging your flesh as she goes, making you feel another distinct chill up your spine as her hands work their way over each side of your torso. Easing into her body, you feel the warmth beginning to spread throughout your entire body, resembling how it feels to be sick, heated up on the inside with a cold exterior.
Your hands instead found their way to her face when she pulled back, your thumbs gently brushing against her cheeks before your lips locked to each other's again. Her hands roamed free on your body until her fingers slid right down to your pants, nimbly pulling them down and more cold breeze made contact with your cock as she took off your clothes, adding fuel to the fire settling deep in your stomach, the bliss of having her so close, which was complimented by your heightened senses.
Your cock begins to freeze as soon as it is liberated, desperately searching for any shelter to warm itself up. Eventually she takes her lower clothing off too, and your length finally finds its home.
Seulgi’s skin feels so good against your sensitive dick, and you decide to stick onto it in search of warmth, travelling across it to create enough friction to keep you both warm. Seulgi’s legs press together instinctively, letting you know your erection was currently being squeezed by her two thighs.
You nuzzle your face against hers in the darkness, in a treasure hunt for her neck, and once you find it, you inch closer to her ears. “Those are your thighs right? I want to fuck them so much.” you whispered into her ears before planting a few gentle kisses on her neck, Seulgi can only let out hums of satisfaction, before pulling your lips back in for a kiss.
Slowly starting to thrust your hips, you slide your cock in and out of the tight space in between her perfectly shaped thighs, resting your hands on her hips while keeping the kiss going, which grows progressively more passionate while you keep increasing the rhythm of your thrusts. Your shaft consistently brushes past her folds, getting more lubricated as the mixture of her sweat, juices and the damp air make its way onto it.
The pressure from her thighs onto your cock increases as she grows more impatient. She purposefully presses your cock against her slit to fully lubricate it using her now completely wet pussy. Once she feels it’s enough, you go back to thrusting in between her thighs, making a clapping sound which quickly dissipates into the air every time your thrusts meet them, and the recoil from your power makes her ass jiggle, which you greedily grab on to.
The lubrication gives you the necessary speed boost to take your thrusting technique to the next level, just as Seulgi’s arousal reaches it too. Her moaning was hot and seductive, and her ass bounced deliciously to the exact rhythm of your thrusts, it was all too much for you to handle. Her hand then reaches backwards and intercepts your cock as it pops out the back of her thighs, stroking it and making you go even crazier.
You pound her harder while keeping your grip tight on her hips, slamming into her thighs repeatedly while also spanking her backside, your mind going into a frenzy as you both reach the end of it.
Her thighs shake violently, her pussy launching an avalanche of her juices which crashes against your lower abdomen, a long and loud moan escaping her mouth throughout her climax. While you, on the other hand, match her loud expressions with a grunt, as you slam your hips aggressively into her thighs one last time, your whole body shudders as your volcano erupts, launching thick and hot spurts of your built-up load through her thighs, which land on the back of them and partly on her butt cheeks.
You hold her close after that, mirroring the actions of each other as you both pant into the other’s neck, recovering from your respective releases in the exposed environment still.
Yet it didn’t feel cold, the warmth coming from your connection being enough to serve as a blanket for the whole night if necessary.
Expedition (Kinktober Day 14)
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You had a tight hold on the leashes of the two wild beasts that pushed on ahead of you, Boo on one side and Dobby on the other. The dogs occasionally sent you crashing into a bush as they went under it, much to the entertainment of Momo, who walked right beside you.
"I told you walking them wasn't that easy" she'd mock you, the words stumbling out of her mouth in between her giggles.
This camping trip was definitely something so far... having to take care of Momo's two dogs while hiking was a responsibility only comparable to taking care of kids, one of them was a sweetheart and the other hyperkinetic.
The thing that mattered though, was that all through your struggles, Momo was happy. This was a needed getaway from the usual schedule, and having it with essentially her family gave her so much joy, her eyes gleamed differently under the sun.
The sun which also crashed against and burned the back of your neck, making you whine throughout the whole day. "Ugh, why is it so hot?" Your words would come out like you were panting, and Momo would swiftly reply every single time, "It's because you are hot", shutting you up every single time.
The day's climate was as happy as the way you spent it, and once night hit, you and Momo diligently set up camp at an opening in the forest, tying up Boo and Dobby just outside the tent before going to sleep.
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Waking up from a good night's sleep, your eyelids felt so heavy you couldn't draw them apart no matter how hard you tried. Despite of that, you suddenly felt completely awake, you felt turned on.
Warmth, pressure, you felt something going on in your lower body, something being done to your cock. Like it was being squeezed by two soft pillows, it felt extremely comfortable. You needed to see what exactly was going on, so you mustered all the power you could to force your eyelids open, and the sight you were greeted to put a smile straight in your face.
Momo was sitting next to your legs, her tits enveloping your shaft, firmly squeezing it as she looked into your sleepy eyes, shooting a lustful smile back at you.
“Momo? This early?”
“I think some sort of insect must’ve stung you in the cock, I’m just helping you out by treating it”
You could only chuckle, “I see, well go ahead.”
Momo looks to the side, picking up a water bottle from your camping supplies, uncapping the bottle, before making a show of taking a sip out of it, pouring the rest of the cold liquid onto her chest and tits, soaking them as well as your cock which found itself between them, making a moan escape from both of your mouths.
Using her now soaked breasts, she utilizes how slippery they are and begins to lift them on your length until she eventually drops them down again, beginning to stroke your cock with them. Her eyes lock onto yours, and you watch as your throbbing erection appears and disappears in between her mounds, staying proactive and beginning to also thrust yourself, complimenting the movement.
Your hips form a pattern with her chest, which evolves into a steady rhythm, your cock being tightly sandwiched between Momo’s perfect tits as you use them for your own pleasure. Her eyes break eye contact to look down at your cock as it emerges in between her tits from time to time, her tongue trying to catch your sensitive tip, only ever accomplishing it a couple of times, but sending waves of pleasure through your body nonetheless.
You can feel your breath staggering as your cock continues to slide in and out of her pillowy soaked cleavage, every exit and reentry so deeply satisfying, making you moan from pleasure. Momo then decides to up the ante, her tits stopping their work below momentarily as she raises herself and pulls down her shorts and panties, which were now soaked by her juices, before kneeling back down and getting to work.
This time, Momo touches herself while doing her work on your cock, fingering herself with passion while your cock sticks out between her big watermelons, which she grabs onto the head of using her mouth as it reaches the apex of height through the gap.
Your thrusts come faster after that, going through the journey of her tits before reaching the destination of her mouth, her warmth enveloping the head of your cock completely, and you can’t help but involuntary moan as you continue to fuck not only Momo’s beautiful tits, but her mouth too.
Her seductive eyes look into yours and plead, while her tongue swirls and her breasts squeeze. The adrenaline rush runs through your whole body and into your shaft, boiling over as your thrusts reach the peak of their speed, and with a few more strokes you push over the edge.
With a loud groan your cock explodes, and spurts of your hot substance begin to shoot violently out, projectiles hitting the target, the back of her throat, as she takes as much of it as she can. Eventually her struggles push her over the edge as well, her body squirming and making her forcibly pull back, making it so her own juices covered the tent’s floor, while your cum now found its way onto her chest, coating it completely. You both moan together while riding out your respective orgasms, and once you are both done, Momo swallows the substance in her mouth and rubs her breasts together, getting rid of the substance on her chest by rubbing it into her skin.
You both step out into the open after a short moment of recovery, coming face to face with Momo’s two dogs, which sat there and were oblivious to their owner’s actions. Both of you now laughed in symphony, disarming the camp and continuing on your hike.
Shoot! Your load (Kinktober Day 15)
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The sounds of flesh being slapped filled the whole room, followed by Yujin's whining as she struggled under your grasp. Her arms reaching out to whatever she could grab on to, trying to escape.
Smack!
"A-ah! I'm sorry daddy stop!"
Smack!
"I've been bad, I shouldn't have complained, I know!"
Smack!
"I promise I'll behave this time, I promise!"
You finally let go of Yujin, who stands up and quickly gains distance between both of you, moving to the other side of your desk inside the Cube management office, before sticking out her tongue, mocking you.
"Good thing you let me go, because screw you! Give me and the girls schedules or atleast me, so we can stay relevant" her tongue drew back into her mouth and her cheeks puffed, forming a pout.
"You really don't care about me daddy!" Her voice was whiny as she continued to complain, "if you did, then you would give me opportunities, you suck!".
You couldn't lie and say her words, as childish as they were said, like words from a rebellious teenager going through a personality change, didn't hurt even a little. Yujin was always your spoiled princess even when originally forming CLC.
"Listen Yujin" you sternly interjected her complaints, "Behave like a good girl and I'll get you busy, deal?" you kept it succinct so it would get through to her properly.
Moments later, Yujin was back sitting on your lap, albeit hesitantly and still acting spiteful towards you. Her cheeks were kept puffed up like a blowfish, and you couldn't help but wonder if Yujin was ever going to grow out of being daddy's spoiled girl, considering years had gone by at this point.
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This had been your job for years, so it was no surprise it only took a couple hours' worth of phone calls to get Yujin somewhere where she would be in the spotlight.
Regarding Yujin herself, under your orders of her not bothering you and letting you do your job, she had been repositioned, now comfortably sitting in an indian position under your desk, her mouth sucking on your length like a baby would suck their milk bottle.
She was lulled by it throughout the whole ordeal, her eyes sometimes dozing off to sleep with the taste of your meat in her mouth, making her accidentally drool on it as it stayed inside her small mouth or laid against one of her cheeks.
From time to time you'd also rub her hair while speaking on her phone, which also contributed to her momentary relaxation. Her cockwarming abilities helping you relax too and get through the different phone calls easier.
In the end, you finally reached the final call.
"Yes, that would be perfect, thank you very much"
You pulled out from Yujin's warm mouth as you hung up the call, sparking life back into her as she jumped out from under the desk and to her feet.
"Is it finally done?" She'd ask enthusiastically, smacking your shoulder with a force that did resemble a 20+ year old woman.
"Yes, I got you in a program"
She began jumping on the spot, "Really!? Which one?"
"Ah ah ah" you stopped her, silencing her by putting your index finger on top of her lips, "you know how this goes, we're doing that and then I'll tell you."
Yujin whined again, shaking her head repeatedly in disapproval, "Tell me now and we'll do that later", she defied you again, crossing her arms and resisting. It only took one soft rub on her back from your hand for her to completely change her mind.
Taking off Yujin's clothing and her panties, she took off your own underwear simultaneously, until you were both naked and you pushed her against the office's desk, lining up your cock with her entrance.
Setting the rules straight, even if you always used the same ones when you told her a new schedule, you gripped her hips tightly before beginning to explain, "The same we always do Yujinnie, each time I thrust into you, you get one question or guess as to what program it is, get it wrong and I'll make it rougher."
"Understood daddy" Yujin nodded, already breathing heavily from being too excited.
You slowly pushed inside Yujin, groaning as you entered her, feeling her intense tightness and warmth squeezing your cock, representative of her petite body. “Fuck, you’re tight,” you couldn’t help but curse as you pushed deeper into her, her wet walls clamping down on your cock as Yujin held on to the edges of the desk for dear life.
Thrust.
“Variety show?”
Rougher thrust.
“Idol show?”
Thrust. Your cock begins to be lubricated further by the mix of her vaginal juices and the saliva already found on the surface of your cock.
“CLC schedule?”
Rougher thrust. The power nearly picks up Yujin as she stabilizes and falls back to the ground using the desk.
“Solo schedule?”
Thrust. Yujin’s walls adapted better to your cock’s necessities under a more careful approach.
“Dance program?”
Rougher thrust. You finally bottomed her out, stretching her out more than a yoga session, while Yujin begins to moan uncontrollably.
“A-ah King of The Masked Singer?”
Rougher thrust. Yujin bounces on your cock as the sound of slapping skin fills the room like earlier.
“F-fuck… vocal competition?”
Rougher thrust. Yujin's face contorts under the extreme sensory stimulus, her body begins to move involuntarily.
“Mnet?”
Thrust. You maintain a rhythm as you approach your release, while Yujin tries her hardest to contain her own for a few more seconds, impaled completely by your cock.
“Mnet idol survival program!”
The last thrust. You both release at the same time, your cum shooting out deep inside Yujin’s tight cunt, filling her up as your white projectiles ricochet off her walls until they coat every single one. At the same time, your cock showers in Yujin’s own juices while painting her canvas until you’ve emptied every single drop of cum inside her.
Once you both rode out your orgasms, you slowly pulled out of her. Yujin fell down to the floor and leant against the desk right after, unable to maintain her balance without your help.
You simply pat her head like the good girl she was, “GirlsPlanet999, you’ll soon be contacted with all the details Yujin.”
Pulling your pants back up, you then leave the office. A management job well done.
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sundoghae · 2 days ago
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Upcoming works preview:
- Smut:
~Heeseung~
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Pairings: Freak!Heeseung X bratty!femreader
Genres: Halloween party, hardcore smut, college!au
Triggers: Humiliation kink, sexual scenes, vulgar language, unprotected sex, blowjob (female/male receiving), handjob (female/male receiving), overstimulation, degradation kink,bondage, choking kink, fear play, BDSM???
~Jay~
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Pairings: Ceo!Jay X fem!reader
Genres: Smut
Triggers: Unprotected sex, vulgar language, public sex, handjob (female receiving), blowjob (male receiving), creampie, breeding kink, corruption kink
~Jake~
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Pairings: Dom!Jake X Whore!femreader
Genres: Stripclub!au, smut
Triggers: Praising kink, bondage, unprotected sex, cock warming, creampie, blowjob (male/female receiving), handjob (female/male receiving), sex toys, vulgar language, sex scenes, breath play, S/M energy
~Sunghoon~
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Pairings: Cold!Sunghoon X fem!reader
Genres: College!au, vanilla smut (still have kinky stuffs tho), ennemies to lovers trope
Triggers: Bulge kink, vulgar language, sex scenes, body worship, aftercare, face sitting, protected sex, blindfold kink, insecure fem!reader, handjob (female receiving), blowjob (male receiving)
NOTES: Hiiiii <3 these will be the upcoming smut I will post !!! I didn't think of a specific order of which smut I was going to post first so¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ...Tell me which one makes you want to read the most and I'll post it first ^^
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wolfstar-lb · 2 days ago
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so pretty tonight
summary: james potter becomes very subby in the middle of a party
a/n: not proofread bc jade told me not to change a word
pairing: james potter x reader
word count: 818
cw: SMUT — d/s dynamic, sub!james potter & soft dom!reader, mommy kink, pegging, handjob, james potter has a praise kink (wbk)
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gryffindor had won the cup for the first time in a few years.
and it was all thanks to your boyfriend, james potter, who worked so hard to get his team to where it was, letting his motivation and love for quidditch take over and wash over him so he could bathe in the victory as if it were holy water.
you were dancing with your best friend, lily evans, and singing along to whatever song was playing.
you were a little bit too intoxicated on the alcohol and the thought of your boyfriend and so you weren't really paying attention to the song playing, but you screamed nonetheless.
your boyfriend was at your side for a few minutes before you noticed.
lily elbowed you, giggling, "y/n, james is here to talk to you."
you rolled your eyes with a drunken smile and excused yourself, looking at him and taking his hand before you swiftly walked over to a corner in the room where no one was really focusing on either of them.
"mommy?" james spoke softly, quietly.
you couldn't hear him over the music, it was too loud and you got the distinct impression that lily was still yodelling the lyrics. it sounded awful and you wanted to laugh so hard at the state your best friend was in.
"james, love, speak up, i can't hear you," you replied, matching his tone in a louder voice.
he doesn't speak for a minute, looking at you up and down with a look of pure admiration in his eyes.
he reaches out to tug your dress, running his hand up and down it before he sighs and retracts it.
"i'm sorry for disturbing you mommy, but you look so pretty tonight," he says as more of a question than a statement, as though he was trying to build up to what he wanted.
"thank you baby, what's wrong?" you pressed, knowing that how shy he'd gotten.
"i'm just feeling..." he gulps, "i'm feeling a bit needy."
you could see how dazed he was getting, and how scared he got after he spoke.
you looked up to him slightly, trying to engage in eye contact but he would not succumb, waiting for your reply.
"what do you need, baby?"
"want your cock, mommy."
you smiled, walking away with his hand safely back in yours, leading him back upstairs and whispering into his ear the things you were going to do to him.
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your strap was just outside james' ass, poking at him and teasing him, making him moan in displeasure.
"mommy, i want your cock," he groans a bit.
you knew he was not trying to be a brat, you knew he was only feeling a bit needy after a long day. who were you to deny your pretty boy?
you inserted yourself in him, thrusting in and out and hearing his displeasure turn into approval as you fucked him, kissing him along his neck.
"you're doing so well," you murmur, not sure what he was doing well, but still feeling like your boyfriend could do with the praise, "you did so well in that quidditch game too, hmm? mommy was very proud of you, baby."
"thank you mommy," he sighed with content.
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after a while, him riding your cock began to hurt, and he started to beg for you to stop, asking that maybe you use your hands instead.
"mommy," he mewled, "mommy it hurts."
"what hurts?"
"my.. my ass, mommy. want you to use your hands instead, mommy."
"what do we say?" you questioned with slight authority, not letting him break too many rules.
"please, mommy."
"of course, baby."
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"mommy, i'm gonna cum!" he yelled after your hand worked its way up and down his tent that had made an involuntary twitch.
you looked up to see james with his eyes closed, and his eyebrows furrowed with utmost concentration, trying to stop himself from cumming until you had given him permission.
"so cum," you told him.
he did almost straight away, letting streaks of it right out. you held onto his cock, stroking it and jerking him off until he had finished, letting his pleasure out as he had been such a good boy.
there was mess all over the sheets that you cleaned up with the flick of your wand, removing your strap-on right after so you two could cuddle after.
when you two came close together, james hugged you with all he could before wrestling you down onto the mattress and letting the duvet engulf you, as well as his arms.
after a while of just laying there, james hums in wonderment.
"jamie?"
"was i good today, mommy?" he asked, "in the match.. when you said i was good earlier, did you mean it?"
you cuddled him closer, trying to catch his warmth and be close to the boy you loved.
"you were perfect, baby."
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whorefordrew · a day ago
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Washer // Rafe Cameron
request from @haleycontreras
My work is to not be transferred, translated or copied in any way.
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sorry for the people in public rn but the pic was hot and i couldn't help it.
Rafe x Topper's sister
summary: you spot rafe trying to figure out the washing machine and he's taking too long.
warnings: (unedited), long smut, language, oral sex (female and male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex
words: 2.5k
You tuck loose hair away from your face as you walk through the dorms hallway with your laundry basket sitting on your hip. It's late at night and there's a school wide party going on so the halls and rooms are mostly empty.
Pushing open the door to the laundry room, you see your brother's best friend, Rafe, hunched over the washing machine. Shirtless.
He turns his head at the sound of the door opening and smirks when he sees you standing there, just in a thin tank top and shorts.
"Came to finally take me up on my offer of fucking you, Ms. Thorton?"
"Very funny, Cameron" you deadpan, not surprised of his sexual teasing.
"Your loss," he shrugs then turning back to clicking buttons all over the washer with a frown on his face.
You smirk at his struggle.
"Wow, the big, bad boy doesn't know how to wash his own shit," you scoff out a laugh.
"Shut up, I know how to work a washer," he rolls his eyes, a tint of pink creeping up his cheeks but he turns away, not wanting you to see it.
Too late, you think with a smile.
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"Jesus Christ, move over will you?" you groan, pushing him away from the machine that he's been fussing over. You open the door of it, seeing one piece of clothing. That explains his shirtlessness.
You look at him with pursed lips to which he just shrugs at.
"I spilled coffee all over it"
You shake your head before putting your stuff inside with his shirt then starting the washer properly. When you turn to look at him, he's glaring at the machine behind you, as if it severely insulted him.
"How do you survive on your own if you can't even wash clothes?" you cross your arms across your chest. The movement makes your tits get pushed up together, catching the guy's attention.
He licks his lips before forcing his eyes up to yours.
"Well, obviously I have someone else do those, can't have these bad boys wrinkly and shit," he points out his hands.
"You're so full of yourself," you roll your eyes before picking up your basket and turning towards the door.
Rafe suddenly reaches out a hand on your elbow to stop you. You turn and see him with his mouth open, as if forgetting what he was going to say.
"What Rafe?" you arch an eyebrow, trying not to show how much his touch burns on your skin.
"I-fuck," he grits, turning his head with his jaw clenched for a second before turning back to you and roughly placing his lips on yours.
You were taken back for a second but then start to kiss him back with the same roughness. Your hands let go of the basket to hold Rafe's head closer to yours. His tongue teases the seam of your lips, prompting you to let him in. When you do so, your tongues caress each other sloppily and he lets out an appreciative groan into your mouth.
One of his hands come up to wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to get you a head rush, while the other comes down to grip your ass.
Rafe Cameron really does know how to get a woman under his mercy.
He backs you up until you hit one of the machines. A sound of the lock clicks through the room, you hadn't noticed his hand reach out to the doorknob since you were too distracted with his kisses.
You moan as his hand comes back on your body, but this time, he trails it up your torso and stops to grip your breast. His thumb rubs your nipple to a hard point inside your top. He's thankful you weren't wearing a bra, makes everything easier.
Arousal continues to pool in your cunt, you were afraid that it would soon seep out of your underwear and shorts.
Rafe slides the tips of his fingers in your waistband, teasing your skin before slowly letting it drop to the floor. His lips finally break away from yours, looking down at your lower half, only covered in black thongs.
"You wore these for me?" he smirks, looking up at your eyes as he runs his fingers along the lacey fabric.
"No, I was actually planning to come over at Noah's place tonight," you bite your lip, you were obviously lying, not wanting him to have all the power, not yet at least.
He raises an eyebrow, "really?"
"Yeah," you say breathlessly as he starts to slip in his fingers through the thin strap on your hip.
He chuckles, shaking his head before he roughly turns you around so your back was to his front. You gasp at the sudden movement, getting even more turned on.
"Well then, I guess you'll have to cancel on your date tonight," he bites the skin on your neck before he lowers himself onto his knees. He kisses your pussy through the fabric, darting his tongue out, reaching for your clit. When you buck your hips, that's when he knows he's reached his target point.
He continues on, making your back arch and turning your knuckles white as you grip on the metal appliance like it's your lifeline.
"Rafe, please," even with the thought of not wanting him have full control of you, you can't help but let out those words.
He chuckles against you, lips breaking contact but breath still fanning your skin, "I love hearing you beg"
You open your mouth to talk back but you cut off with a moan when he moves your thongs to the side with two fingers and his mouth finally latches on your clit.
"Shit, that feels good," you groan, bottom lip trapped between your teeth to quiet down your sounds. Anyone could easily walk by the door and hear you.
You arch even more, spreading your legs wider and pushing back against him.
He mumbles a little 'so needy' while still pleasuring your with his mouth which is soon accompanied by his fingers. Two fingers has no trouble sliding inside you due to your wetness.
You let out a long, low moan when he curls them and hits that spot inside you. The two fingers turn into three. It was as if he was rewarding you for giving him your moans.
His fingers twists, curls and thrusts inside you at a rapid pace, seeking that orgasm that Rafe wanted to give you so badly. You eyes squeeze shut as warmth bubbles up around your lower abdomen.
"Oh fuck, Rafe," You throw your head back as you clench around his fingers and let out an earth-shattering orgasm that you so badly wanted from him.
He continued to move, even as he stand up, letting you come down from your climax. Rafe runs his free hand along your skin, caressing you gently. He trails kisses up your spine and neck then turns your head by a hand on your chin to face him.
His lips finds yours again. This time, the kiss was gentler than the first.
He pulls away the same time his fingers leave your cunt. You instantly miss the feeling of fullness inside you but you let it go, knowing that it would happen again soon.
When you feel that you could trust your legs again, you stand up straight and turn to face him. Placing your hands on his shoulder, you slowly turn him so he's now the one with their back on the washer. You lean up on your toes to kiss his lips before whispering, "My turn"
You trail kisses down his throat and torso while keeping eye contact with him and God did Rafe love it.
With your knees on the cold, tiled floor, your hands come up and drag his khaki shorts down, leaving him in his black boxers. He lets out a breath when you place a gentle kiss over the fabric right on his hard dick, just like the way he did on you. He leans back with his hands on the object behind and let you have control for once.
After enough teasing, you pull down his boxers too, revealing his dick with bead of pre-cum on the reddened tip. Your thumb comes to swipe it away and put it between your lips, tasting him. Rafe groans from the sight alone.
You dart your tongue out, kitten-licking his crown before wrapping your lips around it. That sends shudders all over his body. You slowly bob your head back and forth along his dick, lubing him up and using the saliva you leave behind to jerk the rest of him off that you can't fit in your mouth.
He groans, shocked by how good you were at this but then instantly felt jealous of the previous guys you've done this to. But he decides to save that argument for later as you started to move faster on him.
You suck in your cheeks, twist yous hand in a corkscrew motion and swallow to bring him to an orgasm. His one hand comes down on your head, massaging your scalp before gripping a handful of hair and moving his hips slightly into your throat.
He was big and you had no gag reflex, its just a match made in heaven- or hell you should say.
Your teeth scrapes lightly on the veins of his dick making him throw his head back and tighten his hold on your hair to the point that tears prick in your eyes.
"I'm gonna come in your mouth and you're gonna swallow every last drop, yeah?" he looks down at you, you look up into his eyes and nod your best. He smiles before letting out a low moan as his balls tighten and shoots his load down your throat. His abs flexes as he comes and the veins on his arms bulge out even more.
You follow his command, still moving your head and swallowing every last drop.
While he pants, you stand up on your feet with saliva dripping down your chin which you wipe away with your arm. He looks at you and swipes away tears on your cheek with his thumb.
"You're perfect," he kisses your lips once more before pulling away to put his boxers and khakis back on then goes to pick up your discarded shorts. He helps you into them, holding it out for you to step inside.
Once you two were both decent looking, except for the blush on your cheeks, you walk out the laundry room with Rafe following right behind you. The halls were still empty and you were thankful for the God above for that.
He follows you into the elevator, standing behind you as the elevator goes up to your floor, feeling his eyes on you the whole time. You also noticed that he didn't press the button to his floor.
When the metal doors finally open, he places his lips to your ear, "I'm not done with you yet.
Then he grabs your hand and pulls you to your door. You unlock and open it with shaky hands then step inside with him. Your roommate had already told you that she was staying in a friend's place so it was safe for whatever Rafe has planned.
His hands come down on your hips to turn you to face him.
"Do you really want this? I need you to say it before you go regretting it in the morning," he says while cupping your face with one hand, thumb moving across your soft skin.
"I want you Rafe, more than anything," you smile up, him returning one of his own before he kisses your lovingly.
He backs you up, like he did just a few minutes ago but this time he turns at the last second and drops himself down on the bed. Only reconnecting your lips when he pulls you to straddle him.
Both of your clothes are shed off while making out, some of them probably ended up on your roommate's bed but neither of you cared at the moment.
You grind your hips on to his, your wet cunt gliding across the length of his hard dick. Its shocking how fast he recovered.
The hands on your ass encourage you to move more along him, squeezing and slapping the flesh.
When you felt ready, you lift up on your knees and grab his dick to line it up against you. As you look down on his dick at your entrance, Rafe's eyes were only on your face. That loving look always set on his eyes.
He groans with his eyes rolling to the back of his head as you gasp when you drop down on him.
"Oh shit, you're tight," his eyebrows crease together as he looks down at the part where you two joined. Your walls pulses against him and he feels like he's gonna blow his load in just a few second but he shuts his eyes close to relax a bit.
Then you start to move. Rolling your hips to spell 'COCONUT' then bouncing up and down with your hands on his shoulders.
The whole time, he stares into your face, appreciating the woman he's been wanting since the first time he saw you.
You rolls your hips, moving your hands behind you and on his knees to get a better angle, creating friction on your g-spot. His hand drops down from your hips to your clit, rubbing it, helping you reach your second orgasm while his other hand plays with your tits.
As you got closer, your movements get sloppier and Rafe helps you by wrapping his arms securely around you and thrusting from under.
Sweat travels down both of your bodies and both of your moans fills the silence in the room.
You wrap your arms around Rafe's neck as he continues to thrust into you, trying to kiss him but it was a struggle because of how much you two were moaning into each other.
Hair sticks onto your forehead and he brushes it away with a hand.
"Ready to come for me, pretty girl?" he asks looking deeply into your eyes.
You nod, coming down on top of him, meeting him halfway from his thrusts.
You pulse more and more around him until you let out the loudest moan you've ever let out. You shudder on top of him as he chases his own orgasm, then buries himself deep inside and comes with long continuous spurts.
He falls back on the bed with you right on top. You sigh as you run your fingers through his hair, holding him close.
It's silent, but it was comfortable. Your hearts are beating wildly against your chests but they are full of feelings now.
Rafe was the one to break the silence, mumbling into your chest, "I think I love you"
You suck in a sharp breath, muscles tensing against him. His hold loosens, ready to accept your rejection.
But you don't pull away. Instead, you hold his face to look up at you.
You smile softly, "I think I love you too, Mr. Cameron"
His eyes fill with joy again before he pulls you down in a kiss.
Thank fuck.
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jewels2876 · a day ago
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All Mine
Day 18 for HBC Kinky Halloween and yes I’m caught up! We’re following up from Day 4 for @the-th-horniest-book-club​
Word count: 530
Warnings: sex toys - unprotected sex - 18+ONLY - if you click on the Keep Reading link you agree you’re over the age of 18
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Loki stared at the item; it was an interesting shade of blue, wide and tall. Not as wide or tall as me, he noticed. The buttons on the bottom only pointed up and down. He pressed one and the beads inside twisted; he pressed another and a low hum started as the ears vibrated. His gaze turned towards you, laying on the bed, legs wide, propped up on your elbows. You gave him a knowing grin.
Without a word, he placed it between your legs. You bit your lower lip hard as the ears teased your clit, the tip just barely sitting inside you. “Loki,” you bit out, “Loki.”
He pressed it further into your body, watching you draw a drop of blood from your lip before letting your head fall back. Loki pressed a button and you jerked, squealing as the beads moved faster. You tried to squeeze your legs together, but Loki wedged between them kept them wide. He pressed another button and you bucked your hips as the speed of the ears picked up, the beads slowed down. Loki watched your face, fascinated as your eyes closed then widened, your tongue snaking out to wet your drying lips. He slowed the ears and moved the beads to the highest speed. You screamed as your orgasm ripped through you quickly, falling off your elbows. Your head lolled back and forth as you tried to close your legs again, sobbing as your hands gripped the sheets beneath you; your body taking the delicious torture he was raining down. Your core tried to grip onto the dildo but Loki pulled it out and you gasped. Without a word, he slid into you and groaned. Your core grasped him like a warm wet fist. Loki leaned down to kiss you as he moved over you faster and harder, his grip tight on your hips.
There was no vibrating this time, no teasing ears, just his cock, harder than ever, driving into you deeper and deeper. You clung to his shoulders as he raised one of your legs over his shoulder. The new angle had him grazing your cervix and you screamed again as another orgasm took over, spots dancing in front of your eyes. Loki raised the other leg over his shoulder and moved over you, chasing his orgasm as your core continued to milk him. “One more,” he gritted out. You could only gasp as he grabbed your ass, lifting you into the air and taking you at another new angle. You tried to scream but your throat was dry and raw as he pounded into you, his hand reaching down to thumb your clit, giving you that third orgasm and the one he had been chasing. He came violently, the come seemed never-ending, even as he lowered you back into the mattress. His cock softened but stayed buried in you. Loki fell on top of your stomach, pressing kissing into your softness. Tears sprang to your eyes; your left hand reached out and stroked his jet black hair. “Loki,” you cooed, “you are incredible.”
“Amazing,” he mumbled against your stomach. Then pressed another kiss to you. “And all mine.”
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kokonoisgf · 2 days ago
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kinktober - hand kink - gojo & geto
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♡ characters: Gojo, Getou
♡ tw: MINORS DNI - sexual explicit content, smoking, fingering, pet names, cursing, “princess”
♡ note: day 5 of kinktober: hand kink <3 hope you cuties like it <3 reblogs, likes and feedbacks are always so appreciated ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ
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✻ Gojo  ✻
Long digit coated in your essence, sapphire orbs roam over the slickness slowly dribbling down to his knuckle. Squelching sounds echoing in the room, his eyes flickers to meet your gaze, sending a mischievous smile your way “I gotta admit beautiful, This is much more fun than training” Truth was, you had reached out to Satoru for help mastering close combat, ending up in him shamelessly fingering you on the bamboo floor. His words acted as mockery, yet no one could deny the unbearable tightness in his pants, cock craving to be set free from it’s confine. Although, his orbs could never leave the tightness of your cunt, eagerly swallowing back his digits, a ring of cream coating his knuckle. It wouldn’t be Satoru, if there wasn’t no teasing involved, yes you knew that full well, as he relentlessly edges you closer and closer to a blissful orgasm only to snatch it back away from you. “You think I don’t see the way you look at me?” He coos, eyebrow lifting as he tilts his head to the side. There it is again, the mockery basically dripping from his tone, tilting his fingers upwards to graze at that oh so sensitive spot of yours. “How you look at my hands, princess, you're really desperate for me to fill you up, hm?” He clicks his tongue as you pathetically beg for him to let you fall in pleasure, though his dark chuckle tells you he’s far from done yet. 
“You’re so obvious” He was right, he held your pleasure at the tip of his fingers knowing just the right flicks and grazes to set you off, though it wouldn’t come for free, not until he had you begging and moaning under him. He wanted  to have you lose your mind, drunk on his fingers toying with your insides, to be the only one on your mind. 
Your gaze falls on his finger as he stretches you open, your juices dribbling down unto the floor messily. His gaze zeroes on the droplet dribbling down your plush skin, an index finger coming to scoop it up, swallowing it eagerly. His orbs almost turn dark as his tongues licks your juices, only to shove it back in you after. “Fuck- who knew you tasted that good” He grins, leaning down, breath hovering on your clit which has you arching your back, mindlessly pleading for him to eat you out. A snicker paints his lips as he press a sloppy kiss on your pearl, snowy lashes resting heavily on his lust-filled eyes “Better call the principal, i’m far from being done with you yet, pretty thing ♡ ” 
✻ Geto  ✻
Sitting outside your eyes trails on the sunset, the fading blabbering chatters from Gojo, Shoko, Meimei and everyone else acting as a somehow rather soothing background noise. Opting on escaping the chaos inside for a minute, the porch seemed like a good enough idea to catch a break. Suddenly, a large hand comes to gingerly rest on your shoulder, attention shifting to the man above you. “Care for some company?” His smile is earnest as he sits down next to you, the sweet scent of his cologne mixed with a few drinks wrapping you around his finger oh so quickly. Holding a cigarette between his middle and pointer fingers, he’s quick to light it up, inhaling deeply. He hums, lashes fluttering shut, seeming to bask into the bliss and silence of the night settling upon the two of you. “Tired of all the chaos inside?” You question with a small smile, repositioning yourself to settle behind him, untying his locks to let it cascade down his shoulder. “Yea, needed some fresh air” He replies, feeling the wind creep up his white t-shirt, a strand of his hair brushing against his cheek. Trailing your fingers slowly, you caresses his scalp, earning a pleasurable sighs from Suguru. He smiles silently, eyes still closed as he leans more and more into your touch, your gaze flickering to the light up cigarette in his hand. You can’t help but let your gaze linger,, maybe a bit too long really. Was it the sun painting the sky orange, purple and pink shades behind him, or maybe the smoke that left a trail from his cigarette until it disappeared into the night sky, or was it really the way his long fingers held it so delicately, prominent veins and perfectly manicured nails-
“Something on your mind” You’re shaken back to reality, eyes meeting with his. A small smirk dances on his lips, having you caught right in the act. Although, you know he’s not necessarily as much of a tease as his best friend, he is quite observant. Thus, hiding it was pointless, or maybe it was your few drinks thinking. “It’s just..” You trail off, fingers coming to a halt in his long sterling locks “You have pretty hands, that’s all” He’s quick to chuckle, not thinking he’d have you spill the truth so easily, “Oh? Is that so?” He throws his cigarette on the floor, stomping on it. Retracting yourself from him, he turns around, locks framing his delicious face as he tilts his head to the side. “Then, is this okay?” He murmurs, the pad of his thumb slowly caressing your bottom lips, waiting eagerly for your approval. When you hum, your body trembles as you grasp his wrist before taking his index finger into your mouth. His eyes widen for a split second, before his lips part, a low groan escaping him. “Fuck-” He curses under his breath, feeling your tongue lap eagerly at his digit, your hand grasping a hold of his shirt as if holding unto dear life. Dirty thoughts stagnating the back of his mind, Suguru is quick to take his finger away, crashing his lips on yours instead. “You have no idea,” He whispers between moans, “How hard I am right now.” Lips glued to yours, his tongue leaves nothing untouched as he breaths hard. Hearing the nearing sound of Gojo’s loud blabber mouth, he snickers grabbing your wrist dragging you toward the general direction of his dorm room: “Come, let me show you what else my hands can do”
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mia-tiny · 2 days ago
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Unexpected Company Part Two
⇒ pairing: p. seonghwa x fem!reader
⇒ smut, dirty talk, pet names, oral (m receiving), eating cum, alcohol consumption
⇒ word count: 2.9k
⇒ summary: After three weeks of failing to “coincidentally” run into Seonghwa again, you finally encounter him when you aren’t expecting it and he is ready to pick up where you left off.
💖 read part one here
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⇒ author’s note: part two has arrived! also UGH that gif~
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In the three weeks since you last ran into Seonghwa and things turned heated under flickering candlelight, you have been searching for every excuse to visit Wooyoung in his apartment. Most of all, you have been baking so many treats to bring over at such an increased pace that Wooyoung has started complaining about you trying to turn him into a blimp.
Despite all the effort, you still have yet to encounter Seonghwa again, though you shouldn’t be too surprised since it is only normal that he is never home. Nevertheless, you can’t stop thinking about your time with him and how suddenly things were left off, no explanation or discussion provided regarding your activities together. The questions in your head are endless.
Was he just toying with you because he knew you liked him? Does he like you more than just wanting your body? Would he want to continue what he started? Is he avoiding you? What would have happened if Wooyoung hadn’t shown up?
The last question bothers you the most as you wish you’d had more alone time with Seonghwa that night. With how much pleasure he made you feel just from eating you out, you can’t imagine how sensational it would have been to let him fuck you into oblivion. You have visualized it so many nights with your hand down your panties as you try to recreate the same electrifying sensations he had easily provided, but it never feels the same as having him all over you.
You are again getting lost in the memory as your phone rings loudly next to you, disturbing your train of thought and bringing you back to the present. You leisurely pick up the call after checking the name that has popped up on the screen.
“What’s up?”
“Y/N!” Wooyoung shouts as you once again hear music blaring from wherever he is. You’re honestly used to it at this point since he spends so many evenings out at various concerts, clubs, or bars. “What are you doing right now?”
You look down at the same pajamas you’ve been wearing all day since it is Saturday and you have no plans.
“I’m on my couch, why?” you admit truthfully as if you’d be spending your weekend nights anywhere else besides either right where you are or by Wooyoung’s side.
“Come to Club Tempest! It’s been so long since you’ve gotten wasted with me!” His whiny tone makes you huff as you debate the pros and cons of agreeing to his request. “Pleeeeeeease!”
More than anything, you really want to sit on your couch, curl up with a glass of wine, and watch a cheesy romance film, but he keeps begging and pleading shamelessly over the phone until you finally cave in.
“Fine! Fine, I’ll come. Just stop whining,” you groan as he starts cheering giddily.
“Yay! I’m already here, so hurry your ass up. When you get here, come towards the back where the booths are.”
Without even waiting for a reply, he hangs up the phone and you sigh at the sound of the call ending. Wooyoung wasn’t wrong when he said that you two haven’t gotten drunk together in a long time, but you hate having to go through the whole process of getting dressed up when you’re already so comfortable. Nonetheless, you somehow force yourself to curl your hair, apply a full face of makeup, and put on an outfit scandalous enough for Club Tempest. With a small clutch in hand for your phone and keys, you head out and take a taxi to your destination.
Club Tempest is just as loud and crowded as you remember as you make your way just past the front doors and into the masses of drunk people. Numerous partygoers bump or grind against you as you attempt to find your way through and you know you are going to need a drink immediately if you are going to survive the night. Before going to meet Wooyoung, you decide to stop at the bar and get a couple shots to yourself. Your best friend was definitely drunk already anyways, so you needed to start catching up.
Finally pushing your way to an open spot at the bar, you order two shots of tequila and start looking around curiously as you wait for them to be served. When they arrive, you easily down one and hiss at the burning sensation in your throat. As you begin to drink the second glass right after, your eyes happen to fall towards the far end of the bar and you nearly choke on your alcohol.
There he is.
Not even moving or engaging with anyone around him, Seonghwa stares at you in amusement with his annoyingly intense gaze as you swallow and set the empty container back down on the counter. Even though you have been trying to find a way to see him for three weeks, you hadn’t considered the fact he might be here with Wooyoung since you were too busy being annoyed by your best friend. Nevertheless, the corners of his lips perk up as you peer back at him nervously. He simply lifts his hand and extends two fingers to beckon you in his direction.
You begin to sweat and panic. He looks even more attractive than before in his satin white button up shirt and black slacks, the same metal earrings and rings as before making him look as fashionable as a celebrity. His silver hair is even pushed out of his face and styled to perfection compared to when it laid freely across his forehead last time.
He raises his eyebrow impatiently as you debate what to do. With your nerves taking over at the unexpected encounter, you disappear into the crowd and rush to where the tables are at the back of the room in search of Wooyoung. You find him sitting at a round booth and drinking with some friends you have met a few times before.
“Y/N!” he calls out as you approach. “Come sit with us!”
You greet everyone shyly as you slide in next to Wooyoung’s friend, Mingi, and they return to their conversation. You try your best to take part in the dialogue, but your mind is still stewing on the fact that Seonghwa is somewhere nearby, probably wondering why you ran from him as soon as you saw him. As you curse yourself internally, you down another drink that you steal from Wooyoung despite his protests.
Once you begin to feel the slight buzz of alcohol in your blood, you jump minutely at a hand lightly resting on your shoulder. You turn to see who it is and, of course, find Seonghwa peering down at you with feigned innocence.
“May I join you?” he asks merrily, loving the anxiety-ridden reaction you are giving him.
“Sure,” you mutter quietly as you scoot closer to Mingi and allow him to sit on your other side, his thigh pressed flush against yours.
“Seonghwa!” the other boys start to cheer as they notice his presence. He brightly reacts to them and immediately joins in on their conversation, almost ignoring your existence completely as you continuously overthink how you should act or what you should say.
You honestly start to get deflated by his disinterest in you since it seemed for a moment at the bar that he was flirting with you once again, but perhaps you were just thinking too much of it.
Or maybe you weren’t.
Just when you are about to accept that he is done with you, you feel his fingertips begin slowly tracing shapes on your thigh. You look up at him in surprise, but he doesn’t even glance at you as he continues to engage in conversation. His hand then comes to fully rest on your mid-thigh, causing your breath to hitch.
With him still avoiding your eyes, you also look away and pretend to be interested in what the others are saying. All of your concentration focuses on his touch, though, as he slowly runs his hand up further. Your heart starts to beat faster with every inch closer to your pussy he gets, desperate for him to give you something more. You wait patiently, however, until he calmly brings his fingertips to brush against your clothed core.
He can see your hands squirming in your lap and smirks in amusement at just how easily you react to his touch. He had worried for a moment after you ran from him that you regretted what happened three weeks ago, but he can tell now that you are just as nervous and turned on because of him as you were before. His confidence restored, he discreetly leans down to whisper in your ear while the other boys talk amongst themselves.
“Back door. Two minutes,” he commands simply before standing up and walking into the crowd. You gulp excitedly as his touch lingers on your skin and you feel yourself getting wet, imagining all the things he is going to do to you if you follow him.
Two minutes seems to last a lifetime as you sit and ache for his touch, but wait obediently as he asked. Finally, you stand up and announce that you are going to the restroom before sneaking off to find the back door instead. Sure enough, you see him lingering there and staring at you hungrily as you approach.
“I knew you’d come to me, baby,” he hums haughtily as he grabs you by the wrist, beginning to lead you away. Instead of pulling you through the door, he takes you down some twisting hallways and into a room marked as ‘VIP.’
“Seonghwa, is this okay?” you ask hesitantly since you know just how exclusive these rooms are.
“Don’t worry,” he assures you as he continues inside. “My brother owns this bar.”
With your worries settled, you admire the spacious room filled with a few luxurious couches and some small tables scattered about, everything lowly lit under some blue and white LED lights. Beside you, Seonghwa locks the door so that no one will disturb you.
He casually releases your wrist and strolls over to one of the couches, sitting down and stretching his arms across the back of it without a care in the world. You, on the other hand, stand awkwardly as you consider following him.
“Come sit,” he demands authoritatively, making you feel more comfortable since you don’t have to debate your positioning any longer. You take small strides towards him and are about to set yourself down next to him when he again grabs your wrist to stop you. “On me.”
Understanding his intention at last when he looks at you with lust-filled eyes, you bravely straddle him as you rest your needy pussy against his crotch and set your hands on his broad shoulders. He grins up at you and lets his hands squeeze your ass enthusiastically.
“Have you thought about me?” he purrs and you hate that he can read you like a book.
“Yes,” you admit while your cheeks turn red as usual.
“What did you think about?”
You bite your lip and avoid his eyes briefly before he uses his hand to guide your chin upwards, your gaze naturally meeting his again as he waits expectantly.
“Continuing where we left off.”
He chuckles simply. “In that case, I think you were about to do something for me.”
You recall the last moments you spent together three weeks ago when you were scrambling to undo his pants with the intention of sucking him off. Just the thought has you getting wetter.
“Is that what you want, baby?” he coos, to which you nod enthusiastically. “Then go ahead.”
He removes his hands from your body and rests them on the back of the couch once more, looking nonchalant as you stand and then sink down to your knees in front of him. You carefully undo his belt and pants zipper, noticing how his dick is already half hard and pressing against his boxers. Heart beating quickly, you pull his slacks and underwear down to his knees and your eyes practically pop out of your head at how big his cock looks already.
“What, baby girl?” he sings in enjoyment at your reaction. No wonder he can walk around with so much confidence when he has the perfect face, body, and cock.
Trying to overcome your intimidation, you take your hand and begin stroking him at a moderate pace, causing him to bite his lip as he takes in the beautiful sight of you pleasing him. As he hardens up even more, you lean down and lick a long stripe from the base of his dick to the tip before lightly taking just the sensitive end of him into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks.
“Yes, baby,” he breathes, to which you respond by moving yourself further down his length. He is impossibly huge by the time he is fully hard and you know there is no way you are going to be able to take all of him into your mouth, so you keep your hand around the base of his shaft and stroke it at the same speed you bob down on him.
You start slowly to test the waters and prepare yourself to fit more of him inside. Holding your breath, you begin to push the end of his cock further into your throat and he groans, one hand instinctively coming down to rest on top of your head as he watches you with lips parted in pleasure. You feel proud seeing him feel as good as you did just three weeks ago. You use your free hand to reach up under his satin shirt, fingers running along his defined abs and up to his nipple to rub it teasingly.
“Ah, you’re doing so good, baby girl,” he praises, causing your heart to swell with warmth as you crave to satisfy him. Spurred on by his words, you start increasing your pace as you swallow even more of him, pushing past the amount you thought you were able to take as your desire to see him cum takes control.
Low moans and curse words fall past his lips as his fingers grip in your hair and help guide you up and down his cock. You remove your hand from his shaft and instead use it to start fondling his balls, his eyes rolling back at the feeling. His hips start to thrust up into you slightly as you do your best not to gag around his length.
“Fuck, you want me to cum for you, baby?”
You hum in reply, sending the vibrations straight through his cock as he continues to use your mouth mercilessly. When you allow yourself to sink even further down on him, it sends him over the edge.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans as you keep your mouth wrapped around him while he cums on your tongue, soon swallowing everything he gives you. He looks down at you with caring eyes as he breathes heavily and gently brings his hand to cup your cheek. You finally let his dick fall from your mouth and look back at him with innocent eyes. “Damn, baby. You looked so perfect with my cock stuffed in that pretty mouth.”
You smile and blush at his filthy language while he goes to pull up his underwear and pants. Your smile fades to a frown as you get the hint that you aren’t going any further tonight. You get off of your aching knees and sit on the couch, pouting slightly as he stands and sets his clothing back in order. He notices your expression and chuckles softly.
“We’ve been gone a little too long,” he comments. You hate that he is right since you only said you were going to the bathroom and Wooyoung must be worrying by now. He reaches his hand out to you. “Let’s go.”
You notice how he isn’t planning on discussing the nature of your relationship or if he wants it to progress, but you don’t bring it up either out of fear you will be rejected. You want this moment to stay as perfect as it is right now without possibly ruining it by asking for an explanation that you may not like the sound of.
You simply take his hand quietly and let him lead you back down the winding hallways towards the drunk masses crowding the club. Once you arrive at the same spot where you met him, he drops your hand and keeps walking so that no one you know may spot you two together. Though you know that him holding your hand was nothing more than a kind gesture on his part, you still feel sad as he lets go and saunters back to the table first.
You simply sigh and look down at your hand where his warmth just disappeared from, feeling stupid for being so disappointed. No longer feeling like you can put up with the madness of the club, you make your way back to the table where Wooyoung, Seonghwa, and their other friends sit comfortably. As your best friend meets your eyes, you can tell he is about to ask questions, but you interrupt him abruptly.
“I’m going to head home for the night,” you declare as the men glance at you.
Wooyoung looks disappointed, but you simply turn and head towards the door without checking Seonghwa’s expression.
From the table, he watches you as you make your way towards the door, his heart feeling somewhat heavy, though he is not sure why.
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wandanatsbaby · 2 days ago
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daddy!wanda with the strap pls i need it
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader Warnings: Strap on, smut, Natasha hearing you at the end, overstimulation, Daddy Kink Translation: котенок = Kitten
18+ Minors stay away ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You moaned loudly as wanda pounded the strap in and out of your tight cunt. You were on your 5th orgasm of the night and it didn't seem like wanda was stopping anytime soon. You had tried to move away but she bound you to the bed with her magic as she continued.
“Daddy, too- too much.” You cried as she went faster.
“Shh baby girl, you're doing so good. Just a little more.” She kissed you as she let you go and pulled out. You laid there thinking you were done but was soon proven wrong.
She laid back then lifted you to sit on her lap. Slowly she pushed you back onto the strap and you whimpered as your sensitive cunt was filled again.
“No more Daddy, please.” She ignored your pleas and grabbed your hips forcing you to bounce. You moaned loudly as she started with a fast pace immediately hitting your sweet spot.
“So good котенок. Doing so good for your daddy. Keep going.” She continued to make you bounce on her strap as your moans and whimpers grew louder.
You came with a loud moan of Wanda's name. Even after you came she continued making you cry harder.
“Fuck baby. Daddys almost there. Just a little more.” After 4 more thrusts Wanda came. As soon as she let go of your hips you fell onto her chest.
As you both laid there catching your breaths you heard a knock on the door followed by Nat telling you both to shut up or invite her next time.
Wanda laughing caused the strap on inside of you to move causing you to cry out,
“Sorry Baby. Here let me take it out.” She softly lifted you off the toy and threw it to the side before grabbing a bottle of water and wet wash cloth with her magic.
She made you drink then started cleaning you causing you to flinch away.
“You're okay sweetie. Just cleaning you up.” Once she was done she pulled you into her chest where you fell asleep.
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luvth0t · 2 days ago
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LOST TIME ━ C.L
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in which an unwanted reunion with your ex boyfriend brings anything but closure.
warnings; not my gif, angst oFC, smut, non protected sex, semi public sex, not really car sex but sexual activities in a car, toxic charles? perhaps? it’s unedited too for now my bad
the fact he was home hadn’t even crossed your mind.
while the monaco grand prix being next weekend was pre-existing knowledge, you already knew you wouldn’t be going anywhere near the track unlike your friends.
that this was the time of the year you avoided all social events and outings in hopes to avoid him. or anything to do with him. monaco was a small place and running into him wouldn’t be too difficult.
but you had broken up three years ago. and finally, only just now had you not put much thought into his whereabouts. not yet at least.
so when you walked into the bar alongside a few of your friends, it’s safe to say the sight of him with a girl on his arm had you by surprise and caught off guard.
many thoughts and questions crossing your mind.
who the fuck was that? what was he doing here? and where’s the nearest exit?
“fuck me. i’m leaving.” you quickly spoke, almost laughing at the chances of the situation as you attempted to spin on your feet and head towards the way you had just came.
your friends were confused, but quickly caught on. stopping you before you could take more than two steps. it took more than a few words of encouragement and convincing before you were being dragged to the other side of the bar.
he hadn’t seen you. you wanted to keep it that way, and while he was now out of sight he wasn’t out of mind.
it being the first time you had seen him since the breakup, you were now questioning if it was even him considering how fast it happened. all you knew for sure was the picture of the girl next to him. clinging onto his arm.
you tried to focus on your night out with friends. their desperation to distract you with stupid jokes and continuous conversation. it wasn’t working however, your mind elsewhere.
there was the urge to go have another look, to figure out why he was here. who he was with. another part of you wanted to cry, go home and return to the state that had taken so long to get out of.
another part of you wanted to throw a glass at his head.
all options were self-destructive, so the one you opted for was a drink. excusing yourself before heading towards the bar, assuring your friends you weren’t leaving.
running your hands through your hair you didn’t know how to feel. embarrassed that after three years just the sight of him was making you feel such a way. although that’s probably because you had avoided him for so long.
there was little to no closure in the breakup and it was bound to all come undone eventually. not tonight though, couldn’t be tonight.
it wasn’t helping the lingering picture of that girl either. it wasn’t jealousy, just a sudden realisation you hadn’t come to yet that he has been with other girls since you.
which was obvious but it wasn’t something you had thought about till now. and something you didn’t want to think about again.
“no. fucking. way.” a voice broke you out of your thoughts; and you had to turn around to realise the french accent was directing their words towards you.
you were met with a familiar face, another one you hadn’t seen for a while. and you almost cringed at the sight.
“pierre,” you spoke with a breathless laugh, wanting to curse under your breath as you stood up straight, leaning against the bar to look somewhat happy to see him.
not that you had any issues with pierre. you two got on well, obviously any friendship vanished when you and charles broke up. it would have been weird to keep in contact, considering you met him through charles.
“what are you doing here!” pierre practically cheered as he held his arms open, expecting a hug which you couldn’t refuse as you let out another small laugh, stepping towards him to hug the driver. “it’s been what? 3 years?” he spoke out in disbelief.
“i do live here.” you reminded him in a hum, running a hand through your hair. eyes trying to discreetly make sure his ferrari friend had not followed him or was near. “and yeah, something like that.” you smiled.
a feeling of dread was settling in your stomach, you could probably be sick right now. the chances of seeing and maybe even having to talk to your ex had just risen considering you assessed the chances of pierre not mentioning you being here to charles quite slim.
“yeah right. that makes sense.” he chuckled at himself, it being quite clear there was some alcohol flowing through his system. which you envied, you would much rather be tipsy at least to deal with all this. “how have you been?” he beamed.
“good.” you smiled with a small shrug, flattening out the dress that was hugging your body. “studying, working. nothing extraordinary.” you spoke; unaware how you were meant to say anything that’s remotely impressive considering his job.
“mate what’s taking so long, we want-" a voice became clear when pierre was about to respond; an all too familiar figure sliding into view from the side as his hand found pierre’s shoulder.
charles had cut himself short the second he saw you, his eyes widening slightly. “y/n?” he spoke in confusion, not expecting you of all people to be here, speaking to pierre.
you felt your breath get caught in your throat, feeling like a deer in the headlights as all your worries and fears from the past half an hour suddenly became a reality.
you didn’t know what to say, and to avoid any word vomit and stumbling on your words you only gave a small pursed lip smile, nodding your head. practically forcing him to have to say something and handle the awkward situation himself.
“it’s been a while; how have you been?” charles asked, almost mirroring pierre’s previous actions and opening his arms to pull you into a friendly hug, which you reciprocated.
your arms wrapped around him lightly, noticing how his hands only hovered over your back; despite your body falling back into the unfamiliar feeling of awaiting his tight grip.
“good.” you smiled, pulling away as you cleared your throat slightly. “how about you? both of you,” you were quick to add, eyes almost taking refuge on pierre to avoid the eyes of charles.
pierre was too oblivious to notice the slight tension in the air, despite the polite small talk, and being aware charles hadn’t seen you since you had walked out on him all those years ago, he was too drunk to take that into consideration right now.
“i’m great! everyone loves a reunion.” pierre spoke up with a grin, glancing between the pair of you. “i should probably go tell blondie to hit the road hm?” he added in a chuckle, nudging the ferrari driver. although his laughter died out when only small and forced awkward giggles left your and charles lips.
you had no idea who this ‘blondie’ was but you could piece together it was the girl accompanying charles tonight.
“my friends are waiting on me. but it was great to see you both again,” you decided to bluntly wrap up this conversation, sending another forced smile before swiftly sauntering past the pair to find your friends and get out of here.
you ignored pierre’s booing, catching sight of a pout on his lips as you made your way past him.
you hadn’t even bothered in grabbing your drink, and you thought you were in the clear when you spotted your friends; obliviously drinking and laughing.
“y/n!” you were stopped in your tracks, and while you wanted to pretend you couldn’t hear him and keep walking, a hand lightly grabbing your wrist stopped you.
you had no choice but to turn around, being met with charles there was no way to avoid his eyes now. “yes?” you spoke; biting down on the inside of your cheek as you withdrew your hand from his grip, crossing your arms over his chest.
he was confused by your response and it showed, his eyebrows turning down in a small frown. “i━ well, how are you?” he stuttered out as if it was obvious, his hands moving slightly as he spoke.
“i’m good… you already asked me that.” you replied; it being your turn to furrow your eyebrows in confusion. despite knowing what he was trying to do. trying to catch up, like your sure some exes do. but you didn’t want that right now hence the bluntness of your words.
“it’s been three years, that’s all i get?” he tried to joke, his hand moving to rub the back of his neck. he was unsure why he stopped you but he was expecting something more than this. he wanted to talk. see how you were at least.
“i don’t know what you want me to say charles.” you shrugged, refusing to let your expression falter and give any insight to the many thoughts playing on your mind.
you watched as he let out a breath, shaking his head slightly. “anything? i don’t know,” he muttered in frustration, shoving his hands in his pockets. the confidence that he had slowly diminishing from your cold exterior.
“my friends are waiting for me.” you repeated, fighting the urge to say anything else which you most likely would regret. ready to walk off.
“you broke up with me,” he was quick to rush out, and without context it didn’t make much sense in the conversation but you knew he was saying it in response to the way you were acting. acting as if he’s the one who had left you. “i didn’t even do anything,” he huffed.
this was what you wanted to avoid, conversation about the breakup. the relationship. this was why you had avoided him for so long, not that it took much effort. but still, you didn’t want to do this.
“if you want an apology you’re wasting your time.” you mumbled, eyes darting to your friend group to see if anyone could meet your eyes and come rescue you.
“a civil conversation would be nice,” he sighed; shaking his head. “if anyone should be upset it’s me. i don’t get it.” he muttered, shaking his head as his hand tangled through his hair; quite quickly realising he was saying too much.
“i didn’t just dump and leave you charles.” you finally snapped, rolling your eyes as you kept your arms tightly crossed.
“yes you did.” charles scoffed, quite clearly remembering the night he got home a few hours early from a race to catch you packing your bags. within the hour and after a couple of screaming matches you were gone, ending a two year relationship out of nowhere.
that’s how he saw it anyways.
“no. no, you ended things way before i actually left.” you spoke as you almost laughed. a part of you found it stupid the pair of you were having this conversation, but now that you had started it felt as if a can of worms was opening.
“you were going to leave without any explanation.” he countered, and you noticed the pained expression on his face, as if he was reliving the feeling of walking in on your half full suitcase.
“you’ve had three years to bring this up charles i don’t get why you’re doing it now,” you shook your head; knowing it was best to cut this short, not so subtlety looking around for anyone to interrupt the pair of you.
“this is your problem. i try talk about things and you don’t let me. i don’t talk about things and apparently i’m not trying.” he exclaimed, as if he was referring to something a few weeks ago. not years ago.
“oh come on,” you rolled your eyes; unsure how he had made himself out to be completely innocent. “maybe if you could actually realise something was wrong.” you huffed; not wanting to spell it out for him but he was practically forcing you to at this point.
“i’m not a mind reader y/n.” it was his turn to roll his eyes, shaking his head. “you expect me to call or text even though you specifically told me not to. you expect me to just know you weren’t happy?”
“no actually i didn’t expect that considering you were never here.” you retorted, gritting your teeth slightly. while you were the one to end things, not in the best fashion either; you did not take the blame for the relationship cracking.
“right. because i can control where my job takes me,” charles sighed in fake realisation, taking your response as a lame excuse. the easy way out. to blame it on distance even though you were well aware that would be a factor of your relationship before it started.
“the distance was fine until you stopped caring.” you quickly defended yourself, ignoring the slight crack in your voice. “you stopped calling, stopped making the early flights, stopped inviting me to tag along. when you were home it was as if you never left, as if we hadn’t spent weeks apart.”
he was taken back about the accusations, well what he was taking as accusations. because it was true. he had become complacent with the relationship. prioritising his career because he believed things between the two of you were perfect.
he hadn’t realised you were miserable, you were there when it was convenient for him and when he needed you. so to him, everything was perfect.
“that’s━ that’s not true.” he shook his head, although he was speaking in denial; not defence.
“you know it is.” you mumbled, your words not holding the anger they did a few moments ago. “you had bigger and better things to focus on. which is fine. but i couldn’t just stick around charles. heck, we didn’t even have sex for months,” you sighed, running your hand over your face.
it only now seemed to make sense to the ferrari driver, why things had fallen apart. why you had left. all it took was you explaining it, which he wished occurred earlier. but he still didn’t want to believe it. he did not want to admit to being the reason he lost the best thing in his life.
“if you wanted me to fuck you more you could’ve just said that,” he muttered; completely avoiding most of the things you had said, biting down on the inside of his cheek.
you let out a small breath of disbelief at his words, shaking your head once again. “i’m not doing this charles.” you mumbled almost apologetically, only recently had you believed you gotten over him. and this would have already put you back down that path. but a few more moments here and you would most likely be caught up in him again.
so you attempted to walk past him, not to your friends but to leave. probably to go cry it out, or scream. you couldn’t tell if what you were feeling right now was sadness, infuriation, regret or heartbreak. probably all. but you’d like to figure it out by yourself.
“no.” charles quickly spoke, once again grabbing your arm. “you don’t get to do that. not again. you can’t just run away from your problems,” he spoke as he shook his head; having gently tugged you back towards him.
however he had undermined his strength, pulling you just a little bit too close. the distance between the pair of you having quite quickly diminished, which you noticed as you had no choice but to look up at him; lips parting due to his face being so close to yours.
“there isn’t a problem. we broke up, any issues we had aren’t a thing anymore.” you spoke in annoyance, lying through your teeth but attempting to convince yourself that was the truth. so you could walk away with ease.
however you stayed where you were, despite every inch of your body telling you to create some distance between the pair of you; you couldn’t. eyes locked on his, somewhat relieved he had stopped you. unlike last time.
“if that was true you’d be able to talk to me. not avoid me.” he spoke calmly, taking a small breath. only then he realised he still had a grip on your arm, not a tight one; but he loosened it regardless the second he became aware of it.
you didn’t know what to say. what did he expect? to act like old friends? you tried your best at small talk but you had no room for it.
“i don’t see how i’ve avoided you when you haven’t tried contacting me.” you couldn’t help the petty comment, raising your eyebrows in question.
“you told me not to.” he was quick to retaliate, the argument quite stupid for two adults who broke up ages ago. but it meant you both just had longer to think about everything.
“didn’t take much convincing.” you spoke on cue, not missing a beat; your eyes pouring into his. refusing to break eye contact because that would mean he won.
he sighed, taking a breath as he shook his head. he had no response, no argument; knowing it would go around in circles. his chances of getting through to you? slim. to admitting his own mistakes? even slimmer.
so you took that as the time to leave, walking past him again and not being stopped this time. swiftly weaving through the crowd, thankfully not being spotted by any of your friends as you left the bar; heading down the street to call yourself an uber.
apart of you was relieved you got away so quickly, yet another part of you wanted charles to come after you. to prove all the built up lies and stories you had told yourself about the relationship wrong.
but you shook that thought away, knowing it would only make things worse if that was even possible.
it was almost comical, the moment you confirmed your uber you heard footsteps approaching; looking up like always, because it was dark out and you needed to be aware.
charles was approaching you, and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “charles stop, i already told you━” you started to speak as he fast approached; however you cut yourself off when he didn’t stop, catching you off guard as his large hands quickly cupped your cheeks and he brought his lips to yours.
you were frozen for a few moments, and charles started to feel regret when you didn’t kiss back, cursing himself for letting his emotions overrun him. but just as he was about to pull away and apologise your hands found his shirt and tugged him closer.
the kiss was eager, passionate; taking you both back to a place that felt so familiar yet foreign all at once, having been so long since you had been this close to him.
your hands scrunched the white shirt that was hugging his body, his hands still cupping your cheeks. losing yourself in the kiss was easy, because it was the best option right now.
“i’m sorry; i didn’t know how else to stop you, and try make it clear that-" charles began to ramble when you both pulled away to catch your breath; his hands still holding you however.
his eyes were desperately looking for any red flags, yet could only focus on your flushed cheeks and soft lips. “stop talking.” you cut him off, your hands letting go of his shirt to move to rest on his chest; running over his clothed torso and abdomen lightly.
he quickly shut up, silently agreeing that speaking would ruin the moment. and while it was probably a bad idea, it was your turn to kiss him; lips meeting his once again.
within seconds he had you against the brick wall of the bar behind you; your skin coming into contact with the rough surface didn’t phase you due to the feeling of his lips moving against yours.
his hands were now holding your waist while yours tangled in his hair, completely oblivious to the streets of a few drunken people passing; none paying the pair of you any mind.
as cheesy as it sounded, you wanted the kiss to last forever. because right now things felt quite simple. it felt as if you could forgive and forget, when really this would just restart a long and painful cycle you had just gotten out of.
the both of you were brought back to reality sooner than you wanted, the lights of a car shining on the pair of you alongside your phone vibrating made you realise your uber had arrived, hesitantly pulling away from the driver.
“my uber’s here,” you mumbled; pursing your lips as you glanced to the car a few metres away.
he nodded; parting his lips to speak, yet quickly shutting them. charles not knowing what to do nor say. he knew what he wanted, but what you want isn’t always what you need. or the smart thing to do.
“right.” he cleared his throat, awkwardly taking his hands off of you as he stepped back, attempting to quickly fix his shirt and hair.
you knew what you should’ve done. you should’ve gotten in the uber, left him there and spent another 3 years avoiding him without any contact.
yet instead you found yourself dragging him towards the uber with you, your smaller hand taking his without any resistance.
charles too knew he shouldn’t have gotten in with you, he should return to his friends. to the cute blonde he had met that night who was laughing at all his jokes.
but instead, he was sat next to you; shutting the car door beside him and putting his seat belt on.
your knees were touching, resting against each other as the awkward silence took over the uber. both of you probably trying to comprehend what had just happened.
“are you charles leclerc or am i seeing things?” the drivers voice broke both of your thoughts, your attention moving to the uber driver who had glanced at charles through the rear vision mirror.
you had to stop yourself from letting out a laugh, awkwardly clearing your throat as charles nudged you. “ah yeah,” charles spoke in reply; a sheepish smile on his face.
it wasn’t unusual for charles to get recognised, especially here in monaco. but it still had caught you by surprise, you almost forgot who he was for a moment.
“the ferrari driver,” you added on in a hum as you placed your hand on charles thigh, as if neither of the two didn’t already know that. charles eyes were quick to shoot you a glare; the last thing he needed right now was a conversation with a fan. who thankfully looked too old to realise he was with his ex girlfriend in the back of an uber.
“oh i know.” the man laughed with a grin, beyond excited to have the well renowned driver in his car. “i’m going to the race next week!” he added in excitement, charles knowing this meant the car ride would be spent talking to the uber driver.
he’d much rather spend it with his hands all over you; to distract himself from the fact he was about to hook up with his ex. but this worked as a distraction too apparently.
“oh yeah?” charles asked, too nice of a guy to not pretend to be interested and intrigued. normally he wouldn’t have to fake interest, always up for a chat if the moment is appropriate. right now wasn’t appropriate in his eyes though.
you busied yourself however, not so subtlety trailing your hand up his thigh towards his crotch. if things weren’t kept sexual you were afraid you’d back out or start arguing again, so beginning to palm him through his jeans came naturally to you.
you didn’t miss the small hiss that left his lips from the sudden contact, his eyes darting to you in yet another glare. which you only met with an innocent smile, the words of the uber driver just background noise at this point.
“don’t you agree?” snapped charles out of his thoughts, his mind being brought back as he looked away from you to the older adult in the front.
however his mind seemed to falter in trying to form a sentence, too preoccupied with the building pleasure from your actions. alongside all the memories flowing with it. “uh. yes, yeah i get you.” charles finally stuttered out; drawing in a sharp breath. having no idea what he was agreeing with.
“in theory i guess it may have been a good track, but to watch it can be a snooze fest. however i’m sure what it’s like driving is completely different.” the man chuckled, your eyebrows raising as you looked to charles for his response.
your hand didn’t give up though, still palming his now hard on through his jeans; even giving what you could grab of his dïck a small squeeze, all the while looking at him obliviously. just like the man driving the car.
“yeah it’s alright,” charles spoke through a breath; once again not even sure what track he was speaking on. which had you holding in a giggle, listening to the small whine that left charles lips from your actions.
it only encouraged you further, having missed those sounds more than you would like to admit. the rest of the car ride was spent with a one sided conversation between the f1 driver and uber driver, all the while you got charles off silently; a few grunts, whines and heavy breaths leaving his lips all the while.
trying to disguise his few noises wasn’t too difficult considering how engrossed in conversation the man was, and while he hoped he hadn’t noticed at this point he didn’t care; his hard on and your hand the only thing on his mind.
“thanks a lot man,” charles spoke out in relief the second he saw your apartment complex, the same one from years ago; not wasting anytime in climbing out the car when it was parked, you not too far behind him as you thanked the driver as well.
charles hand found your lower back as he opened the door for the apartment lobby; allowing you to walk ahead of him. “almost forgot how much of a slut you are for me ma belle,” he had ducked his head to whisper in your ear as you walked inside and ahead of him.
his hand resting on your back alongside the old pet name had heat raising on your cheeks, and if it weren’t for the filthy words that accompanied his actions it probably would’ve had you in tears. however instead it had your thighs squeezing together.
“forgot you had such a way with words,” you spoke with a playful eye roll, walking alongside him relatively quickly towards the elevator.
it was quite obvious both of you were rushed, eager to rip the clothes off each other and relive the moments you have both been deprived of for so long. so the second the pair of you were in the elevator, he had you against the wall and his lips on yours once again.
you soon pushed him back though, moving to the other side of the elevator next to the many buttons for the high story building. now having his back against the wall, your lips left his as you made sure to press the button for your floor.
you took the chance to admire him not so discreetly, inches away from his face; taking in his eager green eyes, flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. which probably mirrored yours.
“you can’t back out on me now ma chérie,” charles joked as he looked down at you; the two of you both taking a moment to catch your breath and compose yourselves. however he was genuinely looking for any doubts; any signs of you not wanting to do this.
the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. again.
“don’t tempt me,” you warned; pursing your lips as your hand moved between your bodies, finding his hard on once again quite easily. a small smirk growing on your lips as he drew in a quick breath.
not caring you were in an elevator that could open to one of your neighbours, or the fact the wall opposite the door was glass and overlooked the city; your hands fiddled with the zipper of his jeans quickly as you lowered onto your knees.
a groan left the f1 drivers lips just watching you, just from the anticipation of feeling your mouth around him once again; definitely one of the things he had missed. it shouldn’t have surprised him you were getting on your knees right now either. the pair of you had done more than this, in riskier spaces, before.
“fuck,” he hissed out as you tugged his boxers down and immediately began pumping your hand up and down his length, your tongue running across his tip making his head fall back.
yet he made sure to keep his eyes down and on you, pushing your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ears so he could see you. enjoy the view below him, which was much better than the one to his left; which was the beautiful view of monaco.
didn’t compare to you however.
“just like that love, please,” charles whined when you finally took him in your mouth; not having time to waste or tease. it had been long enough, so you began to bob your head up and down almost immediately.
your hand was gripping onto his thigh to keep steady, looking up at the sight above through your eyelashes. having to squeeze your thighs together once again just from watching him groan and grunt, watching his head fall back and eyes roll back.
“how’d you get better at this?” he couldn’t help but speak between moans and heavy breaths, moving to grip a few strands of your hair ━ yet still letting you do all the work. and if his cock wasn’t half way down your throat you would be smirking at his words.
the ding of the elevator alongside the slowly opening doors should’ve gained your attention, but you simply ignored it.
lucky for the both of you, no one was waiting on the other side; and charles extended his arm out to try hit a few buttons blindly from the many to choose from, until one finally made the elevator doors shut.
“you take me so well mon amour,” charles couldn’t help but praise as you deep throated him, the pet names rolling off his tongue naturally; and if he wasn’t fast approaching an orgasm he probably would’ve over thought calling you the nicknames he used to.
but you didn’t mind, not right now at least. it felt right in the moment and the only thing on your mind was him cumming in your mouth; hence allowing his tip to hit the back of your throat a few times, a few chokes and gags being heard; not that they slowed you down.
the monegasque pried his eyes open to admire you once again, and meeting your eyes was enough to send him over the edge; releasing in your mouth without much warning ━ a sharp tug on your hair as your name fell from his mouth alongside a few french curses.
you didn’t hesitate to swallow, removing your lips from him before wiping at your chin and corners of your mouth; standing up and ignoring the slight pain in your knees from the hard surface.
and while charles could have spent a few moments going over what just happened, he was more so looking forward to what he was about to do to you. being quick to pull his boxers and jeans up; lazily zipping them up so it wasn’t obvious what had just happened incase you two ran into someone, despite it being unlikely.
you pressed the button to open the elevator, before leading him towards your apartment door; which he remembered regardless. it was bringing back memories and thoughts like most things were so far tonight, but he pushed them back. focusing on you in front of him instead.
while you struggled to find the door key, his arms wrapped around you from behind; and his lips hovering on your neck and pressing open mouth kisses only made it harder to try navigate through your pockets.
“don’t tell me you forgot your key again,” charles couldn’t help but joke as he realised it was taking a bit too long to get into your apartment; remembering the time after a drunken night together the both of you got stuck out here waiting for a locksmith as you had left your key, and the spare, on your kitchen counter.
you were blushing again from the memory, alongside his breath fanning your skin as he laughed; nudging him slightly. “shut up, it’s here.” you dismissed him with a small breath; managing to finally grab your key, unlocking the door with a slightly shaky hand.
which charles noticed, his smirk growing as he pressed one more kiss to your neck. “don’t tell me i’m making you nervous ma belle,” he grinned cockily, as if he wasn’t the one who was just moaning your name moments ago.
you rolled your eyes, pushing the door open and turning around to face him as you walked backwards into the dark apartment. “you still never shut up.” you pointed out, earning a small chuckle as he kept his eyes on you ahead of him, shutting the door behind him before his hands found your hips.
“nope.” he grinned, lifting you up and hoisting you onto his waist with ease; your hands quickly finding his shoulders as your legs wrapped around his torso. engaging in yet another make out session as he took the both of you to your bedroom, having no problems in finding the room.
an outsider would assume the pair of you were a couple who were very much in love, instead it was quite clear both of you were planning on making the most of tonight and forget everything and anything else. while this would only cause many more nights of pain and regret for the both of you, right now it felt more than right.
thinking too much into the small jokes or pet names would only ruin things and cause hurt. and you didn’t see the point of causing yourself more pain when you could just immerse yourself in the physical presence of him. so your hands worked on the buttons of his white button up, unbuttoning all of them by the time he reached your bedroom.
a small squeal escaped your lips when you were suddenly thrown onto your bed, brushing your hair out of your eyes so you could look up at him; watching as he discarded the shirt you had so kindly unbuttoned for him. but that was short lived as he then got on the bed and swiftly turned you onto your stomach.
“want me to touch you princesse?” he asked in a low voice as his hands tugged your hips upwards, settling you onto your hand and knees; your back naturally arching as his hands pushed your dress up and above your ass, it gathering at your waist.
the sudden position of being completely vulnerable to him, your white lace panties on full display, had you only just realising how turned on you were. how much you wanted him. moaning from the feeling of his hands giving your ass a squeeze alone.
“please charles,” you spoke barely above a whisper, your hips involuntarily pushing back to try find anymore contact with him, which had a smirk tugging on his beautiful features.
you were only met with a harsh slap on your right cheek though, causing you to jolt forward as a moan got caught in your throat. his hand was quick to sooth the skin, rubbing over it and giving it a much gentler squeeze.
“don’t worry ma belle, not going to make you wait any longer.” charles spoke as his hand rubbed your folds through your panties, the wet patch quite obvious as his fingers then moved up to your clothed clit; not missing the moans that left your lips. “cause it’s been too long hm?”
“y-yeah,” you whimpered out in agreement as his fingers played with your clit, before tugging the underwear down your legs; returning to swipe through your folds, teasing your entrance for a few moments; which once again had your hips bucking backwards and a whine being heard.
he couldn’t help himself, admiring you below him. how you were already whimpering and moaning for him when he had barely started. you were always so responsive for him and it appeared that hadn’t changed.
“charles please,” you whined; shaking your hips a little as if that would entice him to fuck you. you only got a chuckle in return, but hearing the zipper of his jeans as well had you somewhat relieved, your grip on the sheets tightening slightly.
“missed this.” he couldn’t help but admit as he freed his cock, one hand moving to grip your hip while the other lined himself up with your cunt, jacking himself off a few times as he took in the sight of your body. “you’re fucking perfect mon amour,”
you had no chance to respond as he slipped inside of you, your jaw dropping from the sensation of being filled; his groan and your moan mixing together as he gave you some time to adjust.
your back had arched further if that was possible; your hands white from the grip on the sheets below you now as you waited for him to begin moving, which he soon did.
thrusting in and out of you without any warning, not that you needed it; loud moans being heard without any second thoughts, the feeling of him inside you much better than you remembered. and he had already set a pretty high standard.
“oh fuck-," you moaned out in appreciation as he thrusted into you; his hands on your hips guiding your body to meet his thrusts against him, hitting that spot inside of you already, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.
“so good for me y/n,” he praised; not being able to hide his own moans from the way you wrapped around him, no one else compared and he wasn’t afraid to admit it. “only for me yeah?” charles spoke without much thought, too caught up in pounding into you to think about what he was saying.
but you didn’t care either, your eyes screwing shut. “yeah.” you confirmed with a whimper as your arms almost gave out on you; struggling to control yourself with the way he was fucking you. “only you.” you moaned the truth that you had tried denying for so long.
he grunted at your words, it only pushing him further as his hand moved to the top of your back, pushing you down so your arms did give out; your chest now flat on the bed as he leant over you and began fucking you harder, his hand still holding your hips up into the air.
the side of your cheek now pressed into the mattress, you were almost speechless from the new angle, eyes rolling back. “fuck charles,” you almost screamed; whines and whimpers consistently leaving your lips.
he was fucking you as if it was the last time he ever would, because it well and truely could be. not that either of you were fans of that option right now.
“mhm, please,” you managed to whimper out; your whole body moving with each movement and thrust of his hips. you had no idea what you were asking for, yet somehow charles still knew you and your body like the back of his hand, his arm snaking around your waist to find your clit.
and when he began rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves you were already seeing stars, not even ashamed as the pleasure overwhelmed you; quite quickly approaching your high.
“want you to cum for me ma chèrie,” he rasped out through his heavy breathing; well aware that your choked out moans and the way you clenched around him meant you would be cumming in no time.
it amazed you still how he could read you so easily, you had never gotten used to it and it only added to the pleasure; his encouragement and praise sending you over the edge as you came all over his cock.
he slowed for a few moments, allowing you to ride out your high as he pushed aside his own pleasure so he could watch, and also listen; biting down on his tongue. you moaning his name was something he just had to hear again.
“don’t tire out yet love, we’re no where near finished; got to make up for lost time.”
a/n: this was so much better in my head 🧍🏻‍♀️ bUT i refuse to scrap another charles smut so here it is idk how i feel about it
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Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Rules
iI have an idea if you'd like to write this. So I was thinking maybe the reader and Bucky are fuck buddies and they get into a fight, and then they have hate sex (prompt 9. "I hate us sometimes.") and then maybe in the morning, the reader wants to leave but Bucky wants more time with her (prompt 28. "Just five more minutes.") - @crookedpapercreator
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Plot: A constant power struggle where it seems like either you both win or you both lose. Fighting fire with fire, but passion doesn't burn out.
Warnings: 18+. Smut.
Words: 6,3OO
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Once you’ve caught your breath, you rotate your body to the edge of the bed and snatch your clothes from the floor. Tying up your knotted hair the best way you can and being as graceful as possible getting your clothes back on, you hear the sheets ruffle under the movement of the man in the bed with you.
“Always in such a hurry to get away…” He tuts at you in disappointment and you look back over your shoulder before turning to the side to face him.
His chestnut hair is tousled and flows over into the slight beard you told him you found attractive on him. Little did you know that when you told him this, the thing that would drive you insane about that beard, would be feeling it scrape against your inner thighs. A satisfied glint sparkles in his brightly grey-blue eyes and a smirk tugs at his soft, pink lips, almost reeling you right back in for round… seven?
Giving him an innocent smile with a shrug, you lean over to press a soft kiss to his lips.
“You know the rules, Buck.” You taunt and hum into the brief kiss, letting out a soft squeal when his strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you down on top of him. Ignoring the flattered tingles in your stomach at his neediness, you press your hands to his broad chest and push off as far as his hold will allow you.
“I don’t like your rules.” He almost whines at you, an angry frown aimed up in your direction.
“They’re not just my rules. They are yours as well. And there is nothing for you to dislike. I suck you off and you comply to the rules that will prevent this from getting complicated.” You lecture him and he rolls his eyes, his hold on you softening as he lets you get off him.
Climbing off the bed, your chest aches from your protesting heart, who doesn’t agree with your words at all. But your heart doesn’t get a say in the matter. She will probably take away the one connection you have to Bucky and you’re not willing to risk it. It’s too good with him.
“You and I don’t do complicated.” Bucky sits up on the bed as you put your shoes on and search the room for your bag, coming to the conclusion that you probably dropped it at the door the second you barged in the night before.
“Because of the rules.” You clear up and shoot the man a wink before leaving his bedroom.
Bucky is still hopping over the floor to pull on some work-out shorts as he saunters after you, too much of a gentleman to let you let yourself out. You wait for him to catch up at his door and wrap your arms around his neck.
“I’m going out for drink with some friends tonight. I would love it if you showed up.” You tell him and dip your head down, pressing soft kisses to his neck.
Bucky sighs deeply at your kisses and squeezes your hips “Only if you’ll come home with me.”
You chuckle and pull away from him, narrowing your eyes at him “Only if you can seduce me.”
Bucky raises his brows at you as if to dare you to question his effect on you again “All these orgasms and you still question my abilities?”
“This is why I leave so quickly. Can’t have you thinking I’m just around for the taking all the time.” You tease.
“Oh, I’ll take you alright.” He promises and slides his hands to your ass, squeezing as he hauls you into his chest. He gives you a bright smile, knowing for a fact that he can turn you on with every word that he says, before dipping down and pressing a heart-stopping kiss to your lips, leaving you flustered. Your eyes are still closed from the kiss when he continues talking “I’ll see if I can make it, tonight. Text me.”
Bucky lets go of you and walks around you to open the door, letting you exit his apartment with a cheeky wave from him and a roll of your eyes.
Bucky walks into the bar as his sensitive ears adjust to the loud music. Eyes scanning the room and completely ignoring all the ogling men and women that have noticed him walk in, he looks for you in the busy space. He spots a hand waving in the air and his eyes follow the trail down to lock with your eyes. Relief visibly washes over your features and body when your eyes connect and it boosts Bucky’s ego to know that you really do want him to be there.
He walks over to where you’re stood around a few tables with your friends, preparing himself to socialise with people he barely knows. You walk up to him first with your arms wide open and engulf him tightly into a hug, breathing into his ear how grateful you are that he’s here. Bucky presses a secret kiss to the base of your neck and lets go of you to let you lead him to your friends.
Introductions echo around the group and you tug at Bucky’s bicep to get him to the bar and fix him a drink. Bucky follows you with a chuckle, noticing from the slight blur in your eyes that you are well on your way to intoxication and he knows perfectly what that means for him. You get horny.
Ordering Bucky his favourite drink, he interrupts you when you start ordering yourself a drink and orders you a soda instead. You give him a frown as the bartender walks off and cross your arms.
“Bucky, what the hell?”
“Just one for in between, darling. The night has only just begun.” He tells you and pulls you closer by your waist. You roll your eyes and take a peek at your friends who are watching the two of you getting close.
Gently pushing him off, you avert your eyes from him and redirect your attention to the glass of coke that the bartender put in front of you. Bucky thanks the man for the drink and leans in closer to you with confusion written all over his face.
“What is up with you?” He asks, annoyance lacing his low and gravelly voice. You look up at him with one raised eyebrow, both of your mirroring each other’s annoyance.
“Never took you for the guy to dictate how much I drink.” You retort and Bucky heaves a deep sigh, slipping his hand under your chin as he forces you to look him in the eyes.
“Wasn’t dictating. Just making sure you get some sugar in your system and preventing you from getting hungover tomorrow. You know how much I like it when you’re a little drunk.” He explains and you know he means it, but flinch away from his touch anyway. This time, his hand wraps around your waist roughly and he pulls your attention back to him.
“Stop trying to get away from me.” He growls, his jaw ticking with bubbling anger at your behaviour “You’re being a brat without any good reason.”
“Bucky, you have to stop touching me so much in public. We’re not together.” You warn him and he instantly lets go of your wrist. He doesn’t want to appear hurt by your words, so arrogance sweeps over his features, raising unimpressed brows as he glowers down at you.
“Whatever you wish, princess.” He patronizes and orders you your favourite drink before walking off to your friends and leaving you alone.
A strong drink is put down next to your other glass and you heave a deep sigh. You know that look on Bucky. He’s going to make you regret what you said. Luckily you know the reason the two of you get along so well, is because two can play that came and you might just be better at it than him.
In bed, Bucky definitely knows how to order you around and manhandle you until you're a blabbering mess, but everything up to that point is a complete power struggle between the two of you. The constant bickering, teasing and dominating coming from both of you can have your underwear soaking and Bucky's boxers tightening.
Downing the strong drink and the coke, ordering one more strong beverage for good measure and dragging your feet back to your friends, you barely give Bucky the time of day for the rest of the evening. Bitterness and tension is hanging in the air between the two of you and you mindlessly reconnect with your friends to ignore it.
Unable to really put your finger on your own mood swing towards him, you assume this is your coping mechanism shielding you from getting hurt. The last thing you need is your friends continuing to ask questions about you and Bucky and constantly insinuating that something more is going on. It would shatter you.
You slept with him last night and the rule is not to sleep with each other two nights in a row. Another rule is not to sleep over, but in your defence, you’d only been sleeping for about half an hour last night. When you and Bucky come together, there isn’t exactly much time for sleeping. He always mocked your stupid rules and had wanted you to stay over, because leaving would be ‘too much of a hassle’. When you told him the rules wouldn’t allow you to fall asleep together, he made very sure that you stayed the entire night without falling asleep once.
Always finding a loop-hole, that one.
...
Bidding your friends goodbye with slightly slurred words, you are finally left alone on the sidewalk in front of an emptying bar. Dragging your eyes over the streets, you try to look around for a taxi, wrapping your arms around your body to warm yourself as you wait.
"Your friends are nice." A familiar voice rumbles from behind you and your eyes almost widen at the instant response of your body to the sound.
Alcohol didn't do much else for you than completely turn you on beyond restraint. Hearing Bucky's voice and knowing what it sounds like when he groans or pants or whispers the filthiest things in your ear, your panties dampen at the thought.
"They are."
Bucky supresses a sigh at your behaviour and steps up behind you, his gloved hands wrapping around your upper arms and gently stroking up and down to keep you warm. His head dips forward and his lips press softly to the shell of your ear.
"Let me take you home, baby." He speaks lowly and even though his touch is warming you up slightly, a shiver rolls down your spine at the sound of his voice again.
"No, thank you. I just charged my vibrator." You decline with a voice as even as you can muster and Bucky grabs your arms roughly and spins you around until you're looking up at him with round, glazed over eyes.
"Are you still on this?" Bucky questions, clearly irritated by your little act to keep him at a distance "You genuinely think your vibrator is going to take care of you aching pussy like I do?"
You swallow hard, said aching intensifying at his words. Staying quiet, you let your eyes roll over the features of his face. He's so handsome. Fuck. His eyes are so dark and broody, his jaw is so sharp and the light wrinkles in his face around his bone structure make you want to straddle it. And then he decides to wear black, a colour on him that renders you completely feral. A black leather jacket. You wonder if he knows what he's doing.
“It is, isn’t it?” He asks, a light tug of a smug smirk at the corner of his tempting lips “It’s aching for me.”
From the corner of your eyes, you notice a taxi driving up and you jump away from Bucky, raising your hand to haul it to the curb. Bucky rolls his eyes and grits his teeth at your dismissiveness. You open the door to the backseat and a metal hand, covered by a glove rests on the roof of the taxi.
"Don't leave without talking to me." Bucky orders and you halt before you get a chance to step inside of the car. You heave a deep sigh and squeeze your eyes shut for a second, dreading the words you’re about to say. You open your eyes and connect them with his.
“I don’t think we should do this anymore.”
Bucky’s face drops instantly before expertly covering it up with the same brooding expression he so often carries “And why is that, princess?”
Your chest constricts at his cold tone, feeling him distance himself from you already. Swallowing hard, you try to convey your words through your eyes instead, only speaking up when he continues staring at you expectantly.
“If we no longer obey the rules, we brake it off.” You repeat the final rule to which Bucky reluctantly agreed when you first surrendered to your desires. Deciding not to give him another chance to question you, you gracefully fold into the back seat and close the car door. When the taxi drives off, you fight the urge to look back and watch the man you left on the sidewalk, making you unable to see him drop him his head down in defeat only to raise it again with nothing but determination.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” You yell, quickly slipping your soaking wet body into your robe and tying it up as you hurry over to you door. The incessant ringing of your doorbell is cutting through the peace you tried to achieve with your shower as soon as you got home. Who the hell comes for a house visit at 3am?!
Swinging the door open with your built up frustration and aggression towards the person ringing your doorbell this impatiently, you’re ready to scold the culprit.
But of course, you should’ve know it was Bucky.
A thick shove against your chest sends you backwards as he steps in, throwing the door closed behind him without any grace and probably waking all of your neighbours in the building. Approaching you with long strides, Bucky corners you against your dinner table.
“Bucky what the f-” Your scolding gets interrupted by a large hand wrapping around your windpipe, squeezing the sides to limit blood flow to your brain, a woozy wave of shock alerting your body and effectively shutting you up.
“Fucking brat.” He growls in your face and your wide eyes search his face to predict what will happen next. Unable to read his expression, you ultimately watch Bucky become the impulsive, aggressive version of himself that has been buried deep into his core. And you almost roll your eyes at yourself when slick pools between your damp thighs as a reaction to this realisation.
Bucky watches you open your mouth, undoubtedly to make another snide remark, and quickly shuts you up by roughly turning you around, knotting his metal fist into your hair and throwing your chest to the surface of the table. A gasp leaves your lips at the sting from your cheek being pressed to the rough wood. A warm palm slides from the back of your thigh, under your robe and over the curve of your ass, rising the hem of the robe with it and draping it over your lower back.
“Buck- AH!” A sharp sting crashes into the flesh of your ass cheek and your whimper, squirming under his hold as your rub your thighs together to shield yourself from him as much as you can. Rough boots kick your bare ankles apart, spreading your legs as you rest your weight on the sturdy table below you. Another quick smack is landed onto the flushed skin of your ass and your squirm once more, your knees buckling over when that same hand roughly starts massaging your throbbing pussy, making you forget the pain from the flesh surrounding it.
Fingers traveling through your folds, squeezing the flesh of your pussy around your clit and rolling his digits over the bundle to send ripples of pleasure down your legs and to your toes, has you turning to mush. More and more arousal pools out of you and you could feel it dripping down your thighs if Bucky wasn’t coating you with it completely.
“So sick and tired of you calling it quits whenever you goddamn please-” Bucky hisses, his relentless torture outside of your pussy not faltering as he watches you writhe before him “I hate us sometimes. Always ready to lawyer me when I try to meet you halfway. Always trying to make sense of everything. Always thinking. So. Goddamn. Much.”
Each word is emphasized with a pressured stroke over your clit, making your spine tense and curling upward, now balancing on your toes to raise your lower half to his touch. Another loud smack to your ass is your reward for reaching to him and you clench down, letting out a soft whimper. Stepping to your side, metal hand in your hair and flesh hand rubbing your bruising skin roughly, Bucky leans down to your ear.
“Don’t worry darling. If your overthinking is getting in my way, I know perfectly well how to make that worried little brain of yours short-circuit.” He promises, his breath against the sensitive skin of your ears making a shudder ripple down your spine and raising your ass up again. “When I’m done with you, all you can say is ‘Yes, Bucky’ and ‘Please, Bucky’. No thinking required.”
You force your eyes to peer up at him and he gives you an evil smile, his eyes sparkling with promise as his grip on the roots of your hair tightens. He turns your head to the side and leans in until his face is so intimately close to yours, you almost relax at the closeness of him. His fingertips scratching the skin of your scalp and his eyes trailing over your bare face is his way of telling you that you can trust him with your pain.
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip harshly and give him pleading eyes whilst steadying your feet onto the floor under the table, still bent over and pressured against the table. Bucky raises to a stand again, but his eyes remain on you. The strain of following him with your eyes makes you close them and you almost bite your lip straight off when two of Bucky’s fingers delve into you without a warning. Letting out a strained moan, your back arches as you raise to your toes again, pulsing around his finger tightly.
“Good girl.” His low voice rumbles through your chest “Always so responsive.”
Twisting his wrist, Bucky drags his fingers against your walls and you quiver slightly and squeeze your eyes shut at the pleasure from the base of his thick finger stretching you. Eyes dart from your face contorting in pleasure to his fingers disappearing into you with every push, the sounds of your wet core sounding like music to Bucky.
“And you choose this moment to be quiet?” Bucky patronizes you and sweeps his finger inside of you until he grazes his very favourite spot “I don’t think so.”
You cry out, curling up as much as you can on the table as he starts fucking his fingers over that spot over and over, your body glowing with heat and your insides drawing vacuum at the tightening in your lower belly. Buzzing zooms through your ear drums and you barely notice the array of moans gliding from your tongue.
His hand slips from your hair and you immediately try to push upwards as your body desperately responds to the pleasure, but the hand travels to your lower back, pressing your lower body into the hard surface as his finger don’t let up. The added pressure into your pelvis and belly, together with his relentless fingering makes your body split apart completely and your nails dig into the wood as your orgasm crashes into you. Wind knocked out of your lungs and body convulsing as he fucks you through your high, choked moans and whimpers release from your pliant body.
Twitching away from him at your sensitivity, he finally lets go of you and steps away. You scramble to your feet, almost rolling off the table at your trembling limbs. You don’t remember an orgasm from him having this much effect on you. Finally managing to get to your feet, you barge over to him, shoving his chest.
“You!”
His eyes glimmer with amusement and you realise you didn’t get up fast, no. He gave you the time to get up because he is trying to get a rise out of you.
“Me?” He mocks, his metal hand resting over his chest as he feigns offence. You stare at him with eyes ablaze, but your lids lower when he lifts his other hand to his mouth and cleans his fingers from your shiny slick.
“Bucky…” You warn, but your voice sounds completely defeated.
“What is it, darling?” He coos and steps over to you, his hands dropping to take a hold of the strings that tie your robe closed. You stay quiet, your eyes getting lost in his and you feel the robe loosening around your body, a soft breeze hitting your bare skin and cooling the burn.
“We can’t do this.”
“I don’t care.” He almost growls and drops his eyes down, shamelessly raking down your body and drinking you in. Hands stroke down the edge of your robe, his thumbs tracing your skin. Calloused thumbs brush your hardening nipples and trail down the length of your body until they reach the apex of your thighs, fingers gripping the fabric lightly “Don’t care about your fucking rules.”
Trying to haul yourself from his dizzying spell on you, you step away from him, only for him to rip you back into his chest by his grip on your robe. A soft gasp leaves your lips as you crash into him and Bucky takes advantage of your parted lips by slotting his over yours and delving his tongue into your mouth eagerly.
You whine against him, your hands pressing to his chest to push him off, but his hands slip under your robe and around your frame to your ass. Groping the flesh harshly into his large hands, he hauls you up against him, your core grazing his straining bulge under the rough fabric of his jeans.
A moan travels from your mouth to his and he repays you with a groan of his own, squeezing and kneading your ass as his long fingers crawl closer to your dripping core. Standing on your toes, your hands slide around his neck and into his hair, tugging wantonly at his roots.
“Jump.”
You immediately follow his order and he hoists you up into his arms, your thighs wrapping tightly around his waist. Walking you back to the table, he sits you at the edge, your naked chest attached to him tightly and your legs pulling him as close as the laws of physics allow. His mouth travels sloppily down your jaw and to your neck, your head dropping backwards of his soft lips and warm tongue heavenly combine with his stinging suckles and rough nibbles at your skin.
“Fucking hell..” You groan when he drives his hips into yours, circling them against you as his grip on your ass keeps you in place against him.
“Damn right.” He breathes and rips your arms away from him to remove your robe from your shoulder and strip you completely naked. His movements are rough, his control over you like he is pulling at a puppet.
Your raise your hands again to touch him, but he roughly grips your wrists into his hands, collecting them in one hand after forcing them behind your back. His free hand tugs the rope from the loops on your robe and expertly winds it around your wrist, knowing exactly how to tie your wrists tightly enough so you can’t break free, but not cut off your circulation.
Looking at him with furrowed brows, he removes his hands from behind you and smirks, his palms smoothing up and down your thighs. Hands traveling down and around your knees, he roughly pulls you forwards and off the table. You barely have time to stumble before you are once again spun around and bent over the table.
“Bucky!”
“Shut up or I’ll gag you. And you know what I’ll use as a gag.” He threatens and you clamp your mouth shut.
Trying to anticipate Bucky’s next move makes you close your eyes, every other sense heightened. You hear the faint sound of a zipper sliding down and another gush of slick oozes from your pulsing pussy, pushing your ass up in response as you hear the shuffling of his jeans.
A breathy chuckle from Bucky fills the thick air of the room, followed by another sharp slap, the biting sting to the skin of your ass following a second later. You hear him work himself, his slick hand moving up and down his undoubtedly hard length, his shallow breathing so faint you barely hear it.
Wiggling your ass backwards, cool vibranium wraps around the rope on your wrists and roughly pushes you back into the table, the edge of the wood painfully cutting into the top of your thighs at the force.
You almost squeal when his wet tip glides down your slit, pressing softly against your oversensitive clit. Sweat gathers on your forehead, feeling like the man has been edging you for hours now, but you have no idea how much time has actually passed since he rang your doorbell.
“Fucking tease.” You complain under your breath, but you wish you’d swallowed your words when a painful thrust drives his entire cock into you, sinking himself deep inside of you until you quiver and a shudder rolls down your spine at the fullness. Not getting any time to bask in the relieving and pleasurable feeling of him finally filling your aching heat, he pulls out almost completely.
You whine and he chuckles again, the sound dark and mocking, almost making you jut out your lip into a pout. Once again, Bucky watches you open your mouth to complain and he drives himself into you harshly, circling his hips as if he can work himself into you deeper. He supresses a grunt, wanting to anchor himself into your clenching warmth and never leave.
Air is stuck in your ribcage and you weaken onto the table, deciding to take his torture as heavy as it comes. When Bucky finally notices you have decided to shut up, he withholds his usual praise and starts moving. Gripping your wrists tightly and making your hips meet his thrust every time he plunges into you, dulling the painful ache he leaves with every retreat of his cock.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you drown in the sound of him working into you and the pleasure from every snap of his hips into yours, feeling his burning gaze on your ass as it ripples with every collision. A tight coil winds around your channel as your abdomen tense tightly, making you grip Bucky’s cock tightly with your silky heat.
A grunt falls from his lips and that sound alone drives you so close to the edge, you know you’re lost. You know it for a fact. But then Bucky pulls out completely, leaving you so empty you’re sure he took your soul with him.
You whimper and whine like a fucking child at the loss of his touch and you feel a faint tug at your wrists. Trying to catch your breath from Bucky’s rough fucking of seconds ago, you lunge forward over the table when his warm tongue glides over your slit.
He slobbers and slurps at you, the sounds vile and desperate as he buries his face into you completely. You can’t help but move your pussy onto him, wanting more, so much more. He hums against you in disappointment and pushes you forward again by your wrists.
“I would like to enjoy my meal in peace.” He tuts arrogantly “Don’t. Move.”
His mouth is back on you and you try everything in your power to keep still, the feeling of his wet tongue soothing the pain between your thighs both frustrating and pleasing. His sucking becomes more aggressive and his licks become wider, plunging his tongue into you as you pulse around the muscle. You pray to God that it doesn’t count as movement, but he hums against you and you know for a fact that he loves it. He loves this.
Your high was still close and builds up once again, your cries soft and incoherent. You can’t make sense of anything anymore. You need to come. You need to come so bad. The sounds rolling from your tongue are stuttered and hiccupped, your forehead pressed into the table as you try to compose yourself.
Bucky watches you lose your mind, watches you completely ascend from your body as he teases you. He wants to keep licking you, keeping drinking you up, but he lives for seeing you so completely broken and weak for him. He needed some sense of control over the situation since you were threatening to take it away from him. He won’t let you, won’t let you take yourself away from him. This -having you, taking you, fucking you, watching you, praising you -it’s his favourite thing.
Pulling away once more, he watches you sink into the table in defeat, your thighs trembling at the sensitivity of once again being so close, yet so far away from finding release. He strokes his hand up and down your spine.
“Is that it, darling?” He asks, his voice nearly gentle. Nearly. “Is this what it takes to shut your smart little mouth?”
He hears nothing but shallow panting from you and feels a shiver roll down your spine again under his touch. He smiles at your lack of response and lines himself up with you again. Gliding his tip through your soaking folds, he watches your face contort as it once again falls to the side. Heaving a deep sigh, he glides into you effortlessly and lets out a moan himself.
You whimper again and press your ass into his hips as your walls flutter around him to keep him in. Pulling back out, it takes no time for him to roll his hips back into you again, picking up his pace as he goes. Losing his own self-control, Bucky grabs onto your wrists again, his other hand grabbing your hip and digging his fingers into your flesh painfully hard as he ruts his hips into you over and over and over until he finds a steady rhythm and moans drop from your lips like his favourite chant.
His hand glides from your hip down to your knee and he lifts it until your leg is up next to your body and dangling off the side of the table. Opening you up wider and changing your angle, the following snap of his hips collides into a spot that stills your body and makes stars appear on your eyelids. Your eyes roll back as your body curls under him, your hands clenching into fists.
“There she is.” Bucky sings and his strokes get long and firm, dragging in and out of you, making you feel every ridge and vein of his throbbing cock inside of you. This is the pace that has you blabbering his name -or portions of his name. You’re gasping, whimpering and begging for something, anything. The ‘yes, Buckys’ and ‘please, Buckys’ drifting from your lips to his ears.
Removing his hand from your leg and snaking between your legs, his fingers start toying with your clit, his thrusts still long and deeper than you can comprehend.
“You’re taking me so good, sweetheart. So good.” He coos and you whimper, the tightness in your muscles demanding all your attention, because you need to come so bad and you don’t know how much longer you can hold it. You can’t, you can’t.
“ ‘s okay. Come.” He adds a deep pressure to your clit, his circles slow as he buries himself into you a few second with a deep stroke and you are done for.
Heat licking over the length of your body and your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your high washes your vision completely white, your lower body constricting around Bucky wantonly. You can only gasp for air, a scream of pleasure ripping from your throat at the release.
You shake and shudder through your high, the pulse of your pussy around Bucky making him release as you milk him for all that he has. Slow thrusts fuck his spent into you deeper, filling you up to the brim and making Bucky groan at the feeling of you milking his sensitive and softening cock.
Liquifying onto the table, your spasming muscles are your only sign of life and Bucky finally pulls out. Gently untying your wrists and helping your limp body up, he hoists you into his arms and carries you to your bathroom. He sits you into the edge of your bath and turns on the hot water, filling the tub.
Kneeling between your legs, he cups your face and gently strokes your cheek “Talk to me.”
Your eyes flutter open and connect with his “Asshole.”
He lets out a soft chuckle and presses a wet kiss to your lips “You’re the asshole, darling.”
You huff at him and roll your eyes, still too weak to fight him on this. Bucky keeps an eye on you as the bath fills up, using a wet cloth to clean up your dripping core, the sight of your puffy pussy dripping his essence making his cock twitch again.
Once the tub is filled, he slips you inside and climbs in behind you, the scent of roses invading your senses. Too tired to be angry, you sink into his chest, your head dropping to his shoulder as Bucky presses soft kisses to your shoulder.
Your body wakes up after the loud sound of sirens passing your street wake you from your deep slumber. Instinctively, you roll over and bury into the large mass on the bed next to you, humming at the familiar scent of the man who once again managed to stay over for the night. He doesn’t even give you a chance to send him away, almost knocking you out completely with his skilful fucking.
Two strong arms wrap around your body, indicating Bucky was also awake, but neither of you bothered to open your eyes.
“Morning.” He grumbles, his voice croaked and low.
“Hmm..” Is all you reply and bury your face in his neck “You stayed over again.”
“Don’t care about your fucking rules.” He reminds you and you refrain from letting out a chuckle, not wanting to egg him on at all.
“You have to go.” You mumble, finally making work of climbing off his body and prying his arms off you in the process. Reluctantly, you remove yourself from his warmth and roll your body of the soft mattress, deciding a splash of cold water will help you wake up.
A deep, hot blush rises to your cheeks when you stand to your feet and immediately crumple to the floor, your legs feeling like jelly as bruises cover your hips and thighs.
The sound of something crashing to the ground makes Bucky’s eyes open wide and he looks down at you with wide eyes, before bursting out laughing. His laughter is deep and booms through the room, collapsing back into the mattress as he clutches his stomach.
“Oh, that’s fantastic.” He bellows through his laughter. You sit on the ground, leaning back on your hands as you watch him, waiting patiently for his amusement to pass as if to say ‘alright, alright, laugh it up’. When his laughter finally falters, he looks at you with an arrogant expression on his face, quite literally looking down on you “Now what if you were staying at my place and I told you to leave, huh? You wouldn’t be able to keep to your stupid rules even if you wanted to.”
You roll your eyes and carefully try to climb to a stand, wobbling like Bambi on ice as Bucky’s eyes look at you expectantly.
“Don’t you worry, Buck. I’d find a way to get away from you.” You promise him and finally steady yourself, grasping a hold on his wrist and trying to pull him out of the bed.
“I don’t doubt it.” He chuckles at you, but not a cheerfully as he did before. Looking down at your hands tugging at his wrist, he raises an unimpressed brow at you “What is it you are doing?”
“Getting you out of my bed.” You force out as you put your entire weight behind it.
He shakes his head at you before giving one strong pull and making you collide into him. He manhandles you with ease, pulling you to straddle his waist as he sits against the headboard of the bed “Are you done?”
You sigh in defeat and nod slowly “Fine. But just five more minutes.”
Bucky gives you a boyish smile and gently traces the skin of your cheek “Do you have any idea what I can do in five minutes?”
“Bucky, no.”
“Bucky, yes.” He smirks and rolls you over on your back.
Always finding a loop hole, that one.
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Cat and Mouse (Childe)
Kinktober 2021 Day Ninteen: Brat Taming
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
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It was always cat and mouse between the two of you. You were the mouse. And he, the cat. Time and time again, that would be the game you two would play. But this time, it was all too real. A real chase, a real fear, a real risk, a real reward. And it was all happening so fast. Too fast for a little mouse like you to keep up.
 You hadn’t even left the Sea of Clouds before he caught you. You couldn’t even make it past the Golden House. And boy do you hate it.
“F-fuck!” You curse, tears pricking in at the corner of your eyes as he snaps his hips against yours again. “Fuck you...ah!”
 He’s got you pinned against a stone wall, just out of sight from the main path. The spot is barely hidden, and if it weren’t for the fact that it’s completely pitch-black dark outside, you’d almost say you’re completely and utterly exposed. But if anyone were to come too close right now, they could see how easily he’s has you cornered. How his pants are down by his angles, and yours are tossed somewhere in a pile. How your arms are around his neck and how his large hands grip onto your hips. How his lips rarely leave your neck and how you just can’t seem to close yours. 
 How your leg is hooked itself around his waist, and his cock slips in you like it was meant to be.
 “I thought you would realize by now,” He murmurs into your heated skin. He places another few kisses up and down your neck, nipping at your most sensitive parts. His hands roll your body against yours, manipulating the pleasure you do and don’t feel. When he finally reaches up and places a kiss just below your ear, you hear him whisper out harshly- “I am fucking you. Did you go too stupid from getting some dick stuffed in your needy hole, or were you always this dumb?”
 You curse at him again, squeezing your eyes shut and shaking your head. But that doesn’t change the loud moan he pulls from your lips. Nor does it change the way your arms wrap themselves tighter around his next, practically allowing yourself to be carried by him. He’s an expert at this. Only minutes in, and he practically knows your body as if he owns it. All the right angles, all the right spots. You don’t know how much experience he has, and frankly, you don’t care. All you know is that it’s unfair. It’s unbelievably, completely unfair.
 You and the 11th Harbinger had always had a weird relationship. It started with him flirting with you once he made his way his way to Liyue harbor. And even when you made it crystal clear that you never wanted to be seen with the likes of him, he persisted with that stupid, easy-going smile on his face. To him, your rolled eyes and sharp jabs were a just challenge. Just a tease.
 And in truth, they were.
 He’s more than easy on the eyes. Your first glance at him told you that he was cute. Your double-take told you that he was handsome. Pretty hair with an even prettier set of eyes. His height is more than impressive and you found his slim build to be extremely attractive. His confidence was alluring, and the soft gazes he gave to you whenever the two of you were alone always left you feeling flushed. Not to mention the fact that he was very clearly a family man with deeper than deeper pockets and you were just as hooked to the chase as he was. He liked being the cat. You liked being the mouse. It was a win-win for both of you.
 And then you saw it. 
 You watched what happened at Yanshang Teahouse. 
 At your family’s teahouse.
 “When we get back to the Harbor, we’re going to talk about this, okay?” He growls into your ear. His words are direct and hold no room for argument. It’s like the Harbinger- the persona of a man in a position of high power took over. And he can be mean. He can be so mean when he wants to be. “You’re gonna cream yourself on my cock, then we’re going to go back to the harbor, sit down, and talk this like sensible adults, got it?
 “No!” You can’t help but defy him- to turn away from him the best you could and shake your head “no.” His reaction is immediate. He quickens his pace, his intensity, and lets out a low sound that sends shivers down your spine. You know it’s stupid but you can’t help but be mad. You don’t even know what you’re saying “no” to! But all you can focus on is how much you hate him. You hate him, you hate him, you hate him. 
 When you ran, you didn’t know where to go. You know he knew that your family owned that teashop. He would always be around there, staying for hours just to watch you work. But now you know. You know that is probably just an excuse to intimidate your family. All so he could swoop in one day and hurt them. And hurt you.
 “Y-you used me, didn’t you!” You ground out, swallowing down moan after moan. At your words, he brought his head away from your neck and stared down at you, hips slowing to a stop. For a second, you feel like there’s no sound. Nothing but your roaring heartbeat and your blood rushing past your ears. The silence is deafening, and you want nothing more than to scream. “You used me to get to my family you sick bastard-”
 “Make no mistake, everything I feel for you is real. Everything.” He grabs your chin as he cuts you off, voice quiet, quick, and harsh. He doesn’t break a sweat as he forces you to look him straight in the eye as he breathes out heavily. The look in his eyes is both feral and enraged. You could just see the way his jaw clenched and unclenched with every unspoken threat directed towards you. You didn’t know what to think. “Falling for you wasn’t a part of the plan. But if I have to put you in your place just to get you to listen to me, then so be it. Are we clear?”
 You’re blinking back tears in shock, clearly thrown off by his reaction. You honestly thought he was pursuing you because of your family- because of the debt and whatever that item he was after. But hearing him speak to you so seriously- was a surprise to you. This was nothing like the gentle Childe you used to know. This was nothing like the debt-collecter Child you thought you hated. This was the Childe who had no problem fucking you out in the open like this just because you ran. Just to teach you a lesson. 
 The snarl on his face deeps once you take too long to answer. A hand lets go of your hips and smacks your bottom hard. You cry out immediately, the feeling of being treated so roughly by him was such a foreign idea to you. But you can’t deny the way it made you feel. The way he makes you feel- even after all that happened. 
 So fucking needy.
 “I said: Are we clear?” He hissed out again, and you swore you could see a crackle of electricity- purple electricity spark behind his blue eyes. “Don’t make me repeat myself, baby. You’re not going to like what happens when I repeat myself, baby.”
 Sometimes, you miss your soft ginger cat who could never keep up with you. But now that he’s finally got his hands on you- the mouse- you can’t help but have your breath taken away. Who would have ever thought something like this could happen with you a soft ginger cat who always seems to have more than enough mora on him? And when you miss him, you think about how he’s from somewhere far away with a handsome smile and sweet laugh. You think about all the times he came to the shop just to browse- which is code for “bother you until you kick him out.” You miss those moments. You used to think about them a lot. 
But more than anything, you can’t help but wonder. 
 And wonder and wonder and wonder and wonder about how you did it. 
 How you stood in front of the cat every single day and managed to convince yourself that he doesn’t have claws. 
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nellsclayton · 2 days ago
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lover | t.e
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Pairing: Theo Engler x Fem!Reader
WC: 828
Warnings: Badly written smut, swearing, oral sex (m receiving) slight voyerism/exhibitionism dynamic between theo and love
masterlist | character list | request a fic
Requested: Yes! By like four people including @twihardwithavengeance and @lowkeylightwood​
I’ve never written smut before, I apologise in advance. Also I think I’m sexually attracted to that gif-
Genre: Smut, Angst
You and your best friend have been out of sync for a while. Hopefully a quickie in the backyard will help.
❛ ━━━━━━・❪ ☆ ❫ ・━━━━━━ ❜
You and Theo had grown up together but hadn’t become friends until you were in high school. The two of you had been studying for finals when it happened. You were both exhausted (and slightly drunk not gonna lie) but the night progressed with Theo’s mouth on your jaw and his hand down your pants.
Since then, the two of you had definitely been an outlet to let your frustrations out, Theo climbing into your bedroom after a fight with his mom to get his hands tangled in your hair, shoving your face gently downwards.
Your relationship gradually ebbed into more of a romantic one over time, rather than just the friends with benefits arrangement you’d started with. He’d stay over more often, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek in the mornings. He’d sling his arm over you in the lunchroom, come watch your practises. But then you went to UCLA and he went to college interstate, and you two barely ever saw each other.
Nowadays, you and Theo barely even texted anymore. You were going back home for a while when he called you out of the blue, asking you to come to Madre Linda with him, where his stepdad lived. You hesitantly accepted, Theo taking you up to his room the second you got there. 
He was frustrated with something, you could tell. Not even just by the fact that he tried to get on his knees for you in the middle of the kitchen with his dad on the phone in the room next door, but he was always irritated. Slamming doors, swearing under his breath, picking fights.
The two of you were in the backyard one day, your feet resting on Theo’s lap while you both sat on your phones. “Fuck,” he sighed, putting his phone down on the table beside him. “C’mere,”
You put your phone down, moving to sit on his lap while he kissed your neck softly. “Are you okay?” you asked, “You seem like something’sbothering you,”
He paused for a split second before shaking his head. “No, it’s all good,”
You looked at him questioningly for a moment before sliding off him, awkwardly shimmying his jeans off (with his help) before discarding his boxers as well. You took him in your mouth slowly, first pressing light kisses up and down his dick, before opening your mouth for him.
He sighed again, “Fuck,” this time it was different, it slipping out without him meaning to. Without trying, he glanced over toward the next door’s house. Love Quinn was standing at the window, watching them. “Fuck, baby,” Theo moaned louder, maintaining eye contact with the woman.
Your nose touched his pelvic bone as you tried not to gag, Theo’s hands pulling on your hair while he grunted, obviously trying not to be too loud. Fuck, he really liked Love but he’d forgotten just how well you took him, swirling your tongue around his shaft as you gazed innocently up at him.
His hand released your hair, that being the signal to stop. You moved your mouth away, looking up at him. “Is everything alright?”
Theo glanced over at the window once more. She was gone. He looked back over at you, smiling. “Everything’s fine. Come here,”
You settled yourself on his lap, Theo pulling your panties off and throwing them in the direction of his boxers, guiding you onto him. He groaned into your neck. “Shit, baby,” Theo lifted your skirt up so he could see as his dick slid into you. “You’re fucking perfect,”
“Fuck, Theo,” you whined as he thrust into you. “Fuck. Fuck,” He used one hand to keep your skirt lifted, tracing your clit with two fingers on his other hand, causing you to clench around him. “I’m on birth control,” you reminded him, knowing that he only ever used his hand when he was close, trying to bring you as close to the edge as possible before he came.
“I know,” he breathed, throwing his head back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He stopped moving as he came, biting down on your shoulder to keep quiet, fingers still rubbing furiously on your clit as you began to reach your high. “Come on, baby,” he groaned. “Come on,”
You did as he said, coming around him as you whimpered his name quietly into the night air. “Theo,” you gasped. He pulled out of you, grabbing the box of tissues on the table to try and clean yourselves up. He kissed you from the top of your forehead right to where your shirt came up to, murmuring your name with each peck.
As you moved off him to go retrieve your clothing, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Love Quinn was gone from his mind as you gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek before going inside. It was only after he’d put his jeans back on that he realised you’d stuffed your underwear into his pocket.
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twiceasfrustrating · 2 days ago
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Can't Control the Way Your Eyes Turn Me On
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!
Characters: Simeon, MC
Additional Tags: Heat/Mating Cycles, Shameless smut, F!MC, feral angel man makes my brain go brrrrr
Summary: Simeon is going through his heat and he’s taking it out on you.
A/N: This one is just for me and my degenerate brain… I guess you can like it if you want.
Simeon's hips snapped forward, slapping against your flushed skin as he pounded into your tight, quivering cunt. Your voice was raw from screaming each time he forced you to cum on his cock, only becoming harsher each time you begged him to show you a shred of mercy and pull out. Your poor body felt like it was going to break around the sheer girth that was pushing as deeply into you as it could over and over again.
Your entire body felt so small, your legs flung so high that your knees touched your ears, your arms pinned to your sides, and him embracing you so tightly that it felt as if he would squeeze the life out of you. He stared down at you with hearts in his eyes, barely a hair’s width between your faces, breath catching and hitching in his throat as your name spilled from his lips without end. His movements were frantic and sloppy, more focused on feeling your walls clench around his cock and trying to make you cum for him again.
“Cum,” his voice broke as he spoke, “Wanna feel you cum on my cock.” He picked up speed, burrowing into you, scraping out your insides, and turning your mind into mush as both fire and ice spread from your core to the tips of your fingers and toes, “Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum.” His voice was somewhere between commanding and begging you.
You didn’t have much choice other than to comply with his wishes. Your mouth opened wide, a pathetic, broken cry being pulled out of you as your every muscle tightened. It felt like heaven and hell were mixing together as another orgasm was ripped out of you and your body went limp in his hold. Still, his hips didn’t stop.
You arched your back and flailed weakly, trying to escape the pleasure that continued to flow through you as he gripped you even tighter, fucking into you in a way that made you feel more like an object at this point than a living person. You couldn’t take any more of this. You were going to break if he kept going.
“Shtop. Can’ aymor.” It was hard to even speak. Everything inside of you was starting to tingle and your vision was beginning to fade. He really was breaking you, training you to take all of him until he was satisfied. If he didn’t stop soon, you were going to get addicted to the way he pinned you down and made your pussy flood with your own juices.
“Can’t,” he panted into your ear, “Gonna make you cum again. Need to fill you up. Gonna make you beg.” He jerked forward again, his cock twitching as he listened to you sob without tears.
“Yes,” you groaned, “Anything. I’ll do anything.”
“Beg.” He wanted to hear you say those filthy words with your own mouth. He’d been close for so long, waiting for you to give in so he could finally reward you the way he wanted.
“Inside. Stuff me with your cum.” Something inside of you lurched forward again, signaling that you were already close to another orgasm, “Fuc- Please! Want your hot cum to fill me up.”
Simeon growled in a way unbecoming of an angel as he pulled you tight against his chest, giving one last deep thrust before emptying himself into your spasming hole, joining you as you came around his length again.
Your breathing was completely ragged, your body boneless as your oversensitive cunt fluttered in the aftershock of yet another orgasm. Simeon’s cum was so warm inside of you and there was so much. It felt like you were going to explode and everything inside of you would leak down your thighs if he pulled out. That was something he wouldn’t allow though.
For the first time since starting, he let go of you. For the briefest moment, your tired, barely conscious mind sighed in relief that you would finally get a break from the nonstop assault of pleasure he was giving you. He had a different plan, however. He grabbed you by the shoulder, flipping you onto your stomach without pulling out. He raised your hips flush against his own, pushing your head down into the mattress.
“Sorry,” he apologized as he began to roll his hips even deeper into you than he had before, listening to you fail to scream as he teased your already overly spent body, “One time isn’t enough.”
He needed more. His body was screaming at him to fill you with his cum and claim you as his mate, and he wouldn’t be satisfied until you felt the same way. He wanted to curse how passionately his instincts cried out for you, but he was too lost in his desire to think of having you as anything other than a blessing. His need to mate had never been this strong before -- in fact, he couldn’t recall ever having the desire at all before -- and he didn’t know how to control it; he almost didn’t want to.
He could apologize properly once his instinct calmed down, but until then… You were so pretty being split apart on his cock and there wasn’t a single part of him that wanted to look away or stop.
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bonkwrites · a day ago
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A Helping Hand (Eddie Brock/Venom x F!Reader)
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You ever just gotta write something to get it out of your head? Yeah? Me too. Happy we agree. Well, I wrote this in an absolute haze in like 45 minutes and it’s just... horrible. Enjoy!
Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader 
Warnings: Smut, 18 + only, Minors DNI (if I catch you I block you, no questions asked.), monster-sex? we all monster-fuckers it’s fine. Eddie is good in bed. 
“E-Eddy!” You moan loudly as he fucks into you, gasping above you with one hand bruising your hip and the other holding a vibrator to your clit. 
Your thighs are shaking out of control, and you’re fighting between begging him to stop and begging him to never stop ever again. You push your hands against his stomach, and he growls. He grabs your wrists, pushing them against your stomach and when he lets go, something is holding your hands there. You look down- 
One of Venom’s tendrils is holding your hands to your stomach. 
“Venom- no-“ 
“Don’t stop~” you moan when Eddy slows. “Please- Eddy-“ 
“Fuck her.” Venom’s voice growls over Eddy’s shoulder. You feel something push between your walls and Eddy’s cock and moan, loud and low, your legs spreading wider. 
“She is desperate for us, Eddy. You cannot stop.” Eddy nods at Venom’s words, taking a deep breath before he fucks into you again. You moan so loud you almost embarrass yourself. 
Venom has increased the size of Eddy’s cock inside you and you can’t get enough of it. You can still feel the vibrator on your clit and you’re getting so close- moaning so loud, crying out for him, fighting Venom’s hold on your hands, your thighs shaking, you feel like you’re going to explode- 
“Yes~” Venom growls as you cum so hard you see stars. Your thighs wet, and you panic for a second until you realize- you squirted. 
“Fuck, fuck-“ Eddy moans, collapsing forward to kiss you as he cums in you, the condom long broken by Venom. 
“I-“ you gasp as Eddy pulls out- “Did I just squirt?” 
“You did, holy shit.” Eddy says, looking down between your legs. The sheets are soaked and so are your thighs. 
“We want to see you do it again.” Eddy’s hand jerks forward, his thumb bumping into your clit and you push his hand away with a cry of sensitivity. 
“Maybe later.” You reply quickly, legs closing. They’re so weak though, your legs, and so they just fall open again as Eddy climbs off the bed to get a wet washcloth. 
He cleans you off, tossing the washcloth to the dirty clothes hamper and then hauling you up to change the sheets. You pick up a shirt from the floor without noticing it’s his and you stand on shaking legs while admiring the sight of Eddy’s ass as he makes the bed.
“I’m exhausted.” You grumble, wrapping yourself around your boyfriend at the first available moment when you lay on the bed. Eddy seems to take pride in your exhaustion and gives a little proud snort before pulling the blankets up around you. 
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sparkly-haechan · 2 days ago
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[less than] innocent - n. jaemin
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-> jaemin x gf! reader
-> good ol' smut
-> w: unprotected sex, creampie, jaemin's skirt kink :D (kinda not really), cum eating, oral (fem), overstim, spitting- that should be it.
-> a/n: here's the part 2 yall were scREAMING AT ME FOR. lesgetit :P
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Even though Jaemin knew you were more than comfortable with sex, he still hadn’t made many advances- with the exception of some casual eye-fucking and holding you by the ass in public.
Jaemin, on the other hand, was trying to bury all the horny deep down inside of him, and he had no idea why.
He wanted to fuck you- believe him, he wants to have every inch of his cock inside you, but there was something stopping him- he just didn’t know what.
That is until two days later and he realized the problem.
“No, dude, it’s not the fact that I’m not getting hard- I can get fucking hard, but there’s something weird going on.” he explained to Jeno over the phone. Here he was, sitting on his bed folding laundry, talking to his best friend about his sex life- as one does.
“Well, is it cause you think she’s still too young?”
“Don’t make me seem like a pedo- and no, I fucked her with my fingers like a week ago cause, she got offended that I called her ‘innocent’.”
“If it’s not that, then do you think it has something to do with what she wears? Cause body suits turn me on, and crop tops with no bra turns Hyuck on so-”
“Holy shit…” Jaemin paused, holding the purple and white plaid material in front of him.
“What-”
“Jeno, I gotta go, you’re a genius! I love you so much, thank you.” leaving his best friend very confused, Jaemin hung up the phone and looked down, laughing hysterically at the tent in his sweats.
From the kitchen you heard the wild laughter that was Jaemin, so with furrowed brows you put your water bottle down and walked to the closed bedroom door.
Little did you know, your boyfriend was barreling out the door, practically sweeping you off your feet and tossing you on the couch.
“What’s going on?” you asked, hugely concerned with how he was grinning down at you from in between your thighs.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” he answered, hands sliding underneath your skirt. His fingers pressed down into your skin as they gripped you to pull your hips on top of his own.
“Right now?” Jaemin groaned in response before placing his lips on yours, mashing them together.
It was messy, unlike the other day, but you enjoyed the aggression- it was a pleasant surprise seeing how calm he is all the time. He didn’t care that you were biting his tongue, or his lips- Jaemin just wanted to feel you, and that’s what he intended on doing.
Grinding his hips into your core some more, you could feel his length and just how hard he was. Letting out a moan, you tried to go a little bit harder to feel the bliss you had felt not too long ago back in your room.
He aided you in taking off your shirt and bra, and you did with his shirt. Your boyfriend hurried you out of your panties but hesitated with the skirt.
"You look fucking hot in this but..."
"But what?" you asked- somewhat frustrated.
"Just take it off, I just washed it for you." Jaemin responded, hands snaking to your side, where the zipper of the skirt was and yanked it down.
“Hurry up with it, Jaem.” You said right as he pulled down his pants and boxers with one swoop. You moaned at the sight of his length, boosting his ego just a tad. When he knelt down in front of you again, a gasp left your mouth when you felt his fingers prod at your hole- but you stopped him before they went in. “Just put it in.”
“A-are you sure?” watching as you nodded, he lined himself with your entrance- slowly entering you. Reaching a hand down, Jaemin cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing your warm skin. “You okay?”
Your own hand wrapped around his wrist, closing your eyes and nodding in response.
He was big, and long- to the point where he bottomed out almost immediately. Jaemin felt like he had reached the point of euphoria already, with how tight you were and how you were clenching around him. He groaned at your tightness, feeling as if you had already milked the cum out of him- when he’d just entered you.
Slowly, Jaemin grew into a pace that was comfortable for the both of you, the slight pain of being stretched out dissipating into pleasure.
“You’re so big.” your brows furrowed and your words were cut short by a moan. Smiling softly, your boyfriend brought two fingers down to your clit, beginning to rub it.
As pleasure coursed through your body from the extra stimulation, Jaemin slipped into his own little world- the pace of his hips increasing. His head lolled back while his eyes closed, jaw opening slightly to let out a long moan.
“Holy fuck, I’m so close.” he hummed, jamming his hips into you, now at a higher angle.
Your head spun at the new feeling, the little power your brain had left forming the thought as to why you hadn’t talked to him about sex sooner- kind of put off by all the pleasure you had been missing out on. With Jaemin’s moans and the lengths that he was reaching, the displeasure the thoughts had brought you were soon obliterated by the sharp and final slam of your boyfriend's thrusts- mind shattering orgasms reaching you both.
Jaemin watched his cum slip out of your as he slowly came down from the overstimulation he was getting from riding out his and your orgasms. Pulling out, he took two fingers and scooped up some of his load, smearing some of it on your clit before popping them into his mouth- groaning at the salty-ish taste.
He lowered himself onto his stomach and pulled your hips forward, tongue rolling out and placing it flat on your pussy.
Your fingers curled through his hair as Jaemin spread your lips with his thumbs and spat on the hood of the over stimmed nub. He watched with dark eyes as his saliva dripped down and mixed with his cum, your arousal and cum too.
Licking two stripes up your cunt, Jaemin placed his mouth on your core and sucked- hollowing his cheeks. A cry ripped out from your throat and your thighs almost closed around his head, but kept open as they shook- another, very rapid climax rushing down on to you.
“Nice and clean.” Jaemin smiled down at the puffy lips of your pussy before crawling to hover over you. “I’ve never been so vocal during sex in my life.” he stated, wiggling his brows.
“Me neither.” you giggled, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down into a kiss.
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