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themidnightcrimson · 2 days ago
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Whorehouse (part 2). | w. maximoff
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summary: in which wanda feels a possessiveness over you that she shouldn’t.
warnings: top!wanda, dubcon, violence, hints of suicidal behavior, general depression, really hot sex, me in my prostitution era
this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.
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Wanda couldn't seem to get her thoughts in order that Monday at work. She brushed her lack of focus off as just a case of the Mondays, but even throughout the weekend she sought no clarity. Ever since her visit to Whorehouse, all she could think about was you.
In the midst of an immoral and unprincipled palace, there stood you, a shining beacon. Though you certainly proved your choice of career to Wanda that night, it was clear to her that you were nonetheless different. Maybe it was an act you put on, or maybe it was just Wanda scrambling to make sense and right of what she had done. Maybe she was delusional, or drunk, or grieving her dead husband, but Wanda had thought about you her every waking moment since she saw you.
It was ridiculous. You were just some prostitute that she barely knew, that she had only met for a matter of an hour. It was pure lust that you had ignited, she told herself, that led her to visit Whorehouse again after work.
This time she did not run into the owner as she pushed past the door in the alleyway, barged down the hall, and burst through the double doors to be met with the same pink flashing lights and naked beauties. She made a direct line for the staircase in desperate pursuit of the only clarity she had felt since Vision died. A year of pain and a moment of relentless pleasure was enough to make her jog to your door and burst through it without even noticing that the sign read Busy.
The sight to be held moved her to freeze in the open doorway, eyes wide. Across the room you were being pinned down to the bed by another woman thrusting between your spread legs, her hand on your throat. You were arching up into her, your face contorted with pure pleasure. A small gasp that elicited from Wanda's throat, along with the sound of the door flying open, caused both you and the woman to look over at her in shock.
"Oh, shit," the woman exclaimed, immediately pulling her strap out of you and crawling off the bed, covering her naked lower half from Wanda's view.
You stared at Wanda in shock, not bothering to cover up your completely naked body. "What the fuck?!" you exclaimed, wondering why the woman you recognized from the other night had burst into your room and why she looked so disheveled. Noticing that your client was putting her clothes back on, you started to panic. "Wait, wait," you told her in your seductive voice, kneeling up and placing a hand on her arm as you looked back to Wanda with angry eyes. "Get out!"
Wanda told herself to leave, to escape such an embarrassing situation that she created, but she couldn't. She felt dumbfounded as she watched the woman throw some money on the bed and rush past her, avoiding eye contact guiltily. The stench of sex reeked in the air as the woman hurried out of the door.
"Wait!" you called after her, noticing that the money on the bed was only half of what you would have gotten if you hadn't been interrupted.
Wanda felt beside herself with varying emotions. She felt stupid for coming back at all, embarrassed for barging into your room, and oddly enough, a sickening sense of betrayal.
Trying to make sense of what had just happened in a matter of seconds, you placed your palms over your face and climbed off the bed. "What the fuck are you doing, Wanda?!" you screeched, worried about how Lenny, your boss, would react to you leaving a customer unsatisfied even if it wasn't your fault. You had a reputation to keep, after all.
"I..." Wanda trailed, trying to keep her eyes off your naked body. "Who was that?" she asked without thinking, but it was the most pressing thing in her mind.
Wanda did not know you very well, but by the furious look on your face, she could tell you were royally pissed. "Who was that?!" you repeated her questioned, coming closer to her. "One of my highest paying clients, that's who!"
A strange sense of disappointment filled Wanda. Had she expected you to sit around alone in your room in Whorehouse until she came back? How had she not connected the dots that you had many other clients, regular ones, that visited you every night? Why did it make her feel so sick?
"What the fuck," you repeated in a whisper, still in disbelief. "Did you not see the fucking sign on the door?!"
Wanda pursed her lips, all the confusing emotions in her causing a thread of irritation to sew within her. "Obviously fucking not," she snapped back, to which you raised your brows in surprise that she was the one now getting angry with you.
"Get out!" you screamed, pointing your finger at the door. "Now!"
"Look, I'm sorry," Wanda snapped, "I wasn't thinking. I just... I just really wanted to see you again, and I was frantic, and I just walked in here without even thinking to see if you were busy," she breathed, the images of you and the woman flashing in her mind. "And I then I see you getting fucked and I just—"
"Yea, it's my fucking job, Wanda," you cut her off. "I'm a prostitute. Getting fucked is what I do." Shame resounded within you at her words, and anger in Wanda.
Wanda felt so stupid and embarrassed, and the only way she felt to express it was through the anger filling her. "Right, sorry, I forgot you're just a whore."
You could feel your lower lip trembling, and your own feelings of shame began to rise to the surface. Stepping closer to her so that you were merely a foot apart, you told her in a low voice, "I want you to leave and never come back."
To your surprise, Wanda let out a degrading laughter. "Oh, don't worry, honey, your communal pussy was only average, anyways." The sting of her words slapped you across the face, and as she stepped closer to you, peering down at you with seething eyes, she spat, "I don't fuck hand-me-downs."
Tears welled in your eyes. Why were her words slicing right through you like a bullet? Why were you standing there in front of this delusional woman, fully believing her words even though she was the one who solicited you?
Biting back your tears, you tilted your head and whispered, "You're just a psycho with a dead husband too lonely and pathetic to realize your own narcissism." With a shove to her shoulders, you turned away. "Now get the hell out."
Wanda opened her mouth to respond with rage, but as you turned away, the light of the chandelier caught your eyes and illuminated the tears shining there. Your back turned to her now, she watched you raise a hand to discreetly swipe them away.
There had never been so much guilt in a human vessel before. She stepped forward to apologize, but her throat went dry. She was acting like a complete asshole, taking out all her pain on this girl she just met, using her as some sort of safety cushion in her extended time of descending grief.
Wanda oscillated towards the door and left.
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Your room was closed for the night after the events that had happened earlier in the evening. After cleaning yourself up with a long shower that consisted of you questioning your existential situation as per usual, you explained what happened to Lenny. Fortunately, he was understanding and let you off the hook, promising to kick Wanda out if he ever saw her in the house again.
As you lay in bed late that night, nearly 3 in the morning which was early for you since it was a Monday and most the nary-do-wellers lingered out at an appropriate time to get back to their corporate jobs in the morning, all you could think about was your exchange with that woman. You'd only met her twice in your life, both times fleeting, yet she had managed to give you whiplash with her moods both times.
There was always issues with people who fostered some sort of weird emotional connection to you in their minds, or who grew too obsessive in their visits, but as you remembered the moment Wanda burst through the door, you remembered the look on her face. She was nearly crying before she registered what she saw on the bed. She was coming to you for sex, sure, but it seemed like perhaps she was coming to you for something else. Strangely enough, you wanted to know what it was. This woman was a walking broken mirror whose shards cut your fingers, but you found yourself desperate to piece them back together.
"Stupid," you whispered to yourself, burying your face into your pillow. It had become hard to sleep ever since you started working at Whorehouse. You could only think of how your life could have turned out if things had happened differently, if you had handled certain obstacles in your life with more clarity and calmness than you had.
You wondered if Wanda ever felt the same way. She was a widow, after all, for however long it was. Did she resent the alternate universe where her husband never died the way you resented yours where you hadn't turned to selling your body? Did she dream of other lives where she was happy like you did?
After several minutes of your brain folding within itself in thought of these things, you finally began to drift away. Right when you were over that edge of unconsciousness, you felt weight at your hip from over the blankets. Taking a few moments to register that it was a hand on you, you woke up with a sharp gasp and sprang up in the bed.
A figure standing over you, shadowed by the darkness of the room, remained obscure until your sleepy vision could clear. When you saw those pained green eyes, dread filled you.
"Wanda?!" you exclaimed in fear, noticing that she was holding something in her other hand. Your fingers trembling in horror, you opened your mouth to scream for someone, but her hand on your hip slapped over it.
Grabbing onto her wrist in an attempt to pry her hand away, you felt something cold press against your chest. First, you thought it was a gun and immediately began praying for your own life, but the sound of liquid sloshing and the putrid smell of whiskey made you realize it was a bottle.
"Shut up," she slurred, using the bottle to push you down onto your back on the bed, keeping her hand clamped over your mouth. You struggled to breathe under her as she put her entire weight on top of you, forcing her knee between your legs. You tried to squeeze them shut, but she was too strong and they gave away, allowing her knee to rub up against your crotch.
Terrified, you used your hands to try and push her off you, but it was like the alcohol in her had made her feel like a heavy stone. Tossing the bottle to the other end of the bed, she took hold of one of your wrists and pinned it painfully to the bed. "Settle down, baby. This is your job, remember?"
Your heart was racing in your chest. The only thing you could think to do to protect yourself was to grab the nearly empty, discarded whiskey bottle by its neck and throw it down towards Wanda's head, missing and hitting her shoulder. The bottle was too thick to break, but you swung it down hard enough for her to gasp in pain and release you, standing up and stumbling away from the bed while gripping her shoulder and hissing.
Scrambling off the bed and turning on the lamp on the nighstand, you threw open one of the drawers and found your small gun, whipping around and pointing it at the intruder. Wanda, still holding her shoulder in pain, looked up and froze when she saw the gun. You expected to see fear in her eyes, or maybe the realization of what she was doing, but you saw nothing but an immense sadness.
Wanda stared down at the barrel of the gun you were pointing at her from a few feet away, the bone of her shoulder throbbing. She did not beg for her life. She did not apologize. All she could think, staring into that barrel, was how that was the last thing Vision saw before his life was taken. He saw a little black metal machine, pointed between his eyes, and then he saw nothing.
It should have been her.
You held the gun up firmly. You weren't even sure it was loaded; it was just something you kept on hand in case anyone like Wanda came around. Truthfully, you were not going to use it. You didn't have the guts to shoot anyone, let alone this beautiful stranger no matter if she had just broken into your room.
To your utter surprise, Wanda straightened and stepped closer to you, her eyes focused on the gun, lips parted. She came towards you slowly, but you stood your ground, not daring to coward away. You held the gun so tight your knuckles turned white, suspecting that she was coming closer to slap it out of your hand. In more surprise, she stopped until she was an inch away from the gun and leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the barrel.
Your eyes widened as you watched hers close. "Do it," she whispered, biting her lower lip. You could see a tear roll down her cheek, and something inside you twisted painfully. "Do it," she whispered again, opening her eyes to zone them in on you. They were full of tears, of pain, of sadness. You could feel the weight of her head pressing against the gun.
Slowly, you moved the gun away from her, and she straightened, looking thoroughly disappointed. Contrary to this woman's belief, you were not about to splatter her brains on your bed even if she was a psychopath.
"Well," she began in a colder tone, recovering from the rather vulnerable moment she just showed you. You saw her reaching into her pocket, and although she could have easily been pulling out a weapon, you trusted her. "If you wont put me out of my goddamn misery, at least do your fucking job." She took out a wad of cash and threw it at you, the dollar bills flittering through the air and raining over you. You stepped away from them, watching the many twenties and fifties and even some hundreds drift to the ground around your feet. Hearing her step closer, you looked up to see her sauntering towards you.
Her hand reached yours and took the gun from it gently. Her eyes focused on yours, she opened the chamber to see that it was not even loaded. Smirking, she tossed it to the nightstand before returning her gaze to you.
You felt her hand touch your neck, sliding around to tangle through your hair. Chills ran down your spine as she closed the space between you. Her eyes flickered down to your lips, and when she started to lean in, you quickly turned your face to the side, holding her stare. "I don't kiss," you whispered, feeling like your knees were about to give out.
Wanda's eyes roamed your face for a moment, a longing look passing them, before she suddenly yanked your hair to pull your head to the side, moving her face to your neck and biting you there. Your lips parted at the feelings, hands carefully holding onto her arms. You could feel her start to suction on your skin, and while you usually scolded people for trying to mark you because it was against the rules, her lips sucking on the most sensitive part of your neck was so heavenly your eyes fluttered shut.
Turning you, she began to walk you to the bed, pushing you down onto the mattress without removing her mouth from your neck. She nipped your skin extra hard, causing you to yelp before her tongue soothed over the mark. Her hands came to your silky pajama shirt, sliding up it and relishing in your soft skin there. You felt her hands rise to grab at your breasts, and for the first time in a while, you enjoyed being touched.
Her fingertips caught your nipples and pinched them softly before rubbing them in circles. Moving your shirt farther up so that it bunched around your collarbone, Wanda moved her lips over the fabric of your shirt until they again met skin, taking your whole breast into her warm mouth. Your rosy peak hardened under her tongue, your chest involuntarily arching up to meet her mouth. Her breaths came heavy against you as her kisses moved to your other breast, her hand groping the first one.
A remarkable spark of desire ignited in the pit of your stomach when you felt Wanda grind her lower body onto you, her hips jutting forward to rub her hard strap against your crotch from through her pants. Came prepared, you thought to yourself, keeping quiet since she obviously was not in the mood for talking.
Bending your knee up, you hooked your ankle around Wanda, pulling her down closer into you. She was focused on sucking on your tits, undoubtedly leaving more marks. Wanting to please her, you tried to turn her onto her back so you could ride her, but a hand to your arm quickly put you back down.
“No,” she growled into your chest, running her hand down your soft stomach and to the hem of your pajama shorts. Her strap was pressing into your bare thigh now, her hands running all up and down your waist and squeezing it at its indentions. She was all over you, taking in the feeling of your body under hers, manhandling you at will.
Hooking her thumb around your shorts, she pulled the thin fabric down your thighs, seeing the black lace there. Finally removing her mouth, she looked down at your underwear with swollen lips and eyes, wasting no time in tugging them down hastily. Not even bothering to pull them down your ankles, simply getting them past your knees and kicking them down with her boot so she could return her hips between your thighs. You felt the scrape of her booth against your thigh and winced, but she was spreading your legs wide open before you could process the pain. She buried her face back into your neck, pushing your head to the side with her own. Her breath, warm and faint of liquor, fanned across your ear as she grunted.
“Wanda,” you breathed as you heard a zipper being undone, the woman pressing her face into your neck as leverage to raise her hips. Your hands, oddly shaky, gripped her arms as she continued to grind against you.
You were already wet enough, but Wanda brought her fingers to her own mouth anyway, swiping her saliva on her tongue before moving her hand to your pussy and coating it with her spit. She leaned up, finally looking at you as she bent one of your knees to your chest.
You expected her to say something, to pause, to give you some sort of mysterious look, but she simply moved her strap to your wettened entrance and pushed it inside you. Your eyes crossed at the feeling, biting your lower lip painfully hard as you threw your head back onto the bed.
Wanda sighed and lowered to bite your breast as she slid the length of her cock into your aching cunt. She was large enough to make you squirm under her at the feeling, turning your head to the side and wincing as you adjusted. Wanda was merciless in this, though, for once she was all the way inside you, she drug her cock back out before smashing it into you again, curling her hips to jut against your g-spot.
“Fuck,” you gasped, mouth falling wide open. Wanda watched your face as she started to pound into your pussy, reveling in the way your mouth fell open with pleasure. Reaching up, she slid two fingers into your open mouth. It was the same hand she had used to lubricate you, so you could taste a mixture of her spit and your cum as you sucked diligently, moaning around them.
“Good girl,” Wanda praised you through a strained voice, keeping a hand pressing your hip down as she thrust into you. Every time her strap moved inside you with a roll of her hip, the other end of her strap moved against her. She was overwhelmed with pleasure, way more than what she had felt her first time with you. You were under her spread open, moaning, and she couldn’t help but think back to earlier when she had walked in on you getting fucked in a similar position. Smirking, she watched you look 1000x more pleasured and turned on than you had with the other woman.
Again, Wanda could feel all the pain inside her decreasing. Her pupils widened as she watched you, as if she was taking a drug and falling into addiction. As she pressed her hand down on your tender lower stomach and felt her cock move in your guts, she chewed her lip and groaned.
Taking you by under both your knees, she folded them forward until they were pressed against your chest. Noting how flexible you were, she pushed your ass up and pinned your wrists down on either side of your head, using nothing but the strong force of her hips to fuck you.
You could feel yourself coming closer. Wanda was so deep inside you now while managing to never break her pace. She was groaning and moaning into your neck, squirming against you as her body was used to keep your legs pushed against your torso. Her covered thighs were slapping against the bare back of yours, and you could feel your cum leaking down to your ass from the position.
“Fuck,” you whined, unable to keep your eyes open any longer when Wanda grabbed one of your breasts and started playing with it again, moaning into it as she continued fucking your pussy forcefully and without mercy.
Wanda found a thread of climax and followed it, hammering her hips down into you at just the right angle so that her pleasure was heightened. “Shit shit shit,” she groaned, lifting up off you to hit you harder, dipping her head downwards and keeping her eyes closed as she focused.
Your face was a sweaty mess by now, and thankfully you hadn’t worn any makeup to bed. You stared up at Wanda as you started to come close, her thrusts getting harder and more accurate. After a few moments, they started to become sloppy, but she hit you hard enough that your pussy was coaxed into orgasming around her large cock that continued to penetrate you as she chased her own high.
Needing to hold onto something as her climax neared, Wanda listened to your mewls of pleasure while grabbing your waist and squeezing it hard, holding you still as she pounded her way to an orgasm, throwing her head back and moaning out as she came inside you.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed, her hips slowing but still forceful as she rode out her orgasm. You were panting, holding her arms weakly as she stayed inside you for a moment, hips stalling. Finally, she slid out of you, tucking her strap, slick and covered in your juices, back into her pants and zipping them up.
She stood off the bed, leaning down to pick up the whiskey bottle off the floor. You sat up slowly, looking down to see that your legs were trembling. You could still feel the remnants of your orgasm tingling inside you as you watched Wanda adjust her coat.
You opened your mouth to ask her where she was going, but then reality hit you as your eyes shifted to the money scattered on the floor.
You were only doing your job, you told yourself. This was strictly business, just someone coming to have their sexual needs met while you met your financial ones. You were nothing but an expensive fleshlight to her.
Wrapping your arms around your exposed body, you glanced to the gun on the nightstand and remembered the way Wanda had approached you with no fear of you pulling the trigger. Did she want to die? Did she just call your bluff? Whatever it was, it worked in you letting her fuck you.
Seeing the way your eyes were staring morosely at the gun, Wanda stepped closer to you. Your eyes darted to her at the noise, and she saw a look of trouble in them.
“Will you be back?“ you bluntly asked her.
Wanda paused for a moment, her finger twirling around the cap of the whiskey bottle. Coming closer to where you sat on the edge of the bed, she stood between your legs, running a hand over your thigh.
Unscrewing the cap of the bottle, Wanda stared down at you as she brought it to her lips, throwing her head back and taking a swing. She licked the liquor from her wettened lips and brought a hand to the back of your neck, cradling the lower bend of your skull. Tilting your head back, she brought the bottle to your lips that were puffy and red from you biting them and poured the whiskey down your throat. You swallowed complacently, feeling the burn sting your throat and prick tears at the corners of your eyes.
Wanda watched you with a curious stare, her eyes roaming to your neck and watching the way it tensed as you swallowed. She felt strangely like she had known you for a long time, when in reality, she hardly did know you. She knew you well enough to know that you could definitely stand your own ground, and that you had a youthful joy and heart that she lost when Vision died. Given your circumstances, you were a diamond in the rough.
And no matter how rough things got, Wanda wanted to catch that diamond.
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neoyuno · 2 days ago
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heavenly | j.jh (M)
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After an afternoon nap at your boyfriend’s house, emerges a long night of bickering, movie watching, wine drinking—and lovemaking ; or jaehyun cockblocks himself because he has a little secret.
Pairing: Jung Jaehyun ♡ Female Reader
Genre: fluff; comedy; smut → oral, riding, fingering, switch dynamics, sweet lovemaking, praising, teasing, cockwarming, pillow talk.
Word count: 6.6k 
Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex.
*reposted cause tumblr’s tagging system still sucks after 2 years ;-;
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Your eyes opened slowly, taking their time to adjust to the dim light of the scented candle your boyfriend had lit earlier. The sound of the fan and the droplets of rain hitting the roof greeted your ears. Rainy days were something you always yearned for, ever since young rainy days have been one of those little things you loved. The atmosphere changed and the fresh smell of serein laying above nature felt almost like home. 
You laid wrapped in his arms, the heat of his body levering the temperature of your own. Even when asleep, his thumb would occasionally stroke the flesh of your tummy. Spooning was Jaehyun’s favorite position, he loved hovering over you, making you feel safe and having you pressed against his body. 
However, he also loved when you took the position of the big spoon. He loved feeling your fingers raking through his hair and your leg swung over his torso.
This feeling—the feeling of his body heat and his soft skin against yours—was now home.
Goosebumps arose on your arms as a particular breeze came through the blind-covered half-open window. That’s when you felt a strong yet soft hand run up your arm, trying to produce some kind of heat.
“Are you cold, love?” Your boyfriend asked, his voice still hoarse from his fresh awakening.
“A little bit.” You whispered as you moved slowly turning around to face him.
His eyes were still closed, his hair disheveled and cheeks forever rosy. He looked breathtaking even after waking up, making your heart flutter strongly. 
He breathed slowly, just like how he blinked. Jaehyun was a calm man, always so soft and tender and polite when speaking to everyone. 
You know that saying, “looks can be deceiving”? That didn’t apply to him, at least not in your eyes. Everyone around you is immediately drawn to those chestnut eyes. He’s the kind of guy that you meet randomly as you walk by him on the crowded streets and he is all you think about all day—a beautiful stranger. He looks like the kind of man anyone would die to have a one-night stand with, except he was far from a one-night stand kind of guy. 
In the world’s eyes, he was nothing more than a handsome face and a nice body. But in your eyes, he was the universe’s gift to the earth, so loving and soft. His heart was his best characteristic, he was a tender lover, the first thing in his mind was the well-being of his soulmate—you.
Yes, as cheesy as it sounds, in a world where things like “soulmates” might be considered a myth, you had found each other almost as if fate had planned to bring you together. Of course, there was no perfect relationship, you had your fights here and there, but what kept you strong and going was the love that was big enough to turn the other cheek to insignificant arguments and join you two together once more.
“Do you want me to close the window?” He asked before grabbing the covers and pulling them up to your jaw, eyes still closed.
“No.” There was something about the atmosphere that made you feel a certain way. You couldn’t quite point a finger at it, but it was almost romantic—cliche if you may.
“Are you not tired?” He asked and swung his leg over your body, pulling you close after.
“Not really, I’m already up. Do you want some food?” He hummed and exhaled. “You can sleep a bit more.”
“I’m okay, baby. Let me cuddle you, you’re cold.” His arm was resting beneath your head, his hand coming up to gently cup your head, drawing you in to kiss your lips.
His plump bottom lip stayed between yours as his own sucked lightly on your top one. Jaehyun’s tongue was warm, inviting, drawing you in with every drop of passion he poured into every kiss. He hummed against your lips as he gently stroked your back, loving the delicate feeling of your silky night-dress against your skin. 
“I thought you were tired,” you said when you caught a breath and nuzzled your nose into his cheek. 
“Well, I’m already up,” he said, not even bothering to open his eyes while claiming he was awake, making you giggle. “And you just feel so nice against me.”
“Do I, now?” You asked cheekily while his fingertips, that were once stroking your back, move lower to squeeze your ass gently.
Jaehyun hummed in approval before giving it a light slap. “So, so nice.” 
For a few minutes, the atmosphere was silent, the sounds of the rain still pouring and the faint fan noises becoming like white noise—that is until Jaehyun started humming. Your favorite tune to be exact. What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong.
The song that incidentally was playing on your very first date. You remember mentioning how much you loved that song, hoping that someday your world was going to be wonderful and full of love and warmth.
That’s exactly what Jaehyun gave you, a wonderful world. Every time you were being intimate with each other, he would hum that tune, sometimes even sing if softly. Just like he made your world wonderful, he couldn’t help but feel grateful that you had brought color and light to his own world.
“I love you.” He whispered for what felt like the millionth time.
You opened your eyes to see him staring at you, his lids still heavy with sleep, yet he kept them open to admire you. 
“I know,” you replied. “I love you, too.”
He wouldn’t openly say it to your face, but only he knew how his heart skipped a beat every time he heard those words come out of your mouth. Little did he know that without the need of words, his eyes told you everything you needed to know.
Suddenly, he sat up, interrupting your cuddling session. Your arms now feeling empty and the cold creeping back.
“Jaehyun…” you whined and he only smiled before sliding to the edge of the bed and standing up, walking over to his record player.
“You know, there’s this store online that makes custom lp records.” He reached to a pink lp package and turned around to face you, the design on the front cover in full display for you to see.
“I wanted to surprise you with this, and I think right now is a good time to play it.” He had a bashful smile on his face and his cheeks were tinted pink. It was inevitable for you not to mimic this behavior, your cheeks turning pink as the first song started. A jazz tune. Your smile only got wider when you saw the tall man swaying his hips to the slow melody.
He smiled at you and wiggled his eyebrows as he made way to you, hips still swaying to the beat of the song. It was amusing to see how not even 5 minutes ago he was stuck to his pillow. His fingers reached to grab your hand and pull it softly.
“Come dance with me.” He said.
“I thought you were sleepy.” You said, standing up subsequently, only to be pulled into Jaehyun’s chest and spun around as his rocking hips brought your own to move at the same pace. 
“I’m never too tired to dance with you.” He flashed you a warm smile, dimples and everything on display. “Put your arms around my neck, don’t act all shy now.”
“Shut up.” you bickered but still did as he asked. 
It was just the two of you in his room. The soft music playing and his favorite scented candle being the only thing lighting the room up, but his smile was bright enough to light up even the darkest of places. 
You swayed your hips and he would slowly spin your bodies around. Your eyes locked on one another before your head moved up, reaching to wrap him in a tender kiss.
His lips molded with yours perfectly, it wasn’t always like this, but with time he learned how to kiss you, how to touch you, how to love you. He knew the kind of kisses that made you feel giddy inside—soft, lips-barely-touching kind of kisses. He knew the kind of kisses that made you feel loved—slow, passionate kisses where he could steal every single breath from your self. 
Right now, he wanted to kiss you and make you feel his need for you—his mouth sloppily sucking your bottom lip as his tongue tried to intrude what laid beyond your two lips.
Jaehyun’s tongue slid over your lip as his hands that once laid on your waist, moved to cup your head, deepening the kiss. Sweet, faint moans resonated from his throat while your hands moved to wander around his soft skin. He intended to make you feel his need, but not quite go all the way. Which is why he stopped you just as your fingertips threaten to go beyond the waistband of his pants.
“What’s wrong?” you asked in utter confusion.
“I’m, you can’t do that right now,” he whispered and blushed deeply as his eyes avoided your own.
“What do you mean I can’t? I thought you wanted to.” you said. 
“I know, I’m just…” he hesitated. “I’m hungry. Yeah, I’m hungry, I can’t do it right if I’m hungry.”
“Can you, now…” you looked at him with a cocked eyebrow, not quite believing his excuses, but you let it slide either way. “I’ll make some food for us, okay? Lay back down.” you say and smack his butt fondly as he got in bed once more. 
“Hey!” he giggled and you followed before disappearing in the hallway and leaving him alone.
Jaehyun looks down at his crotch, his friend seemingly happy. Groaning, he tucked himself under the sheets and decided on ignoring it. 
A movie was now being projected onto the white wall, yet the music was still playing. Usually, Jaehyun would follow behind you and help you out whenever you wanted to cook, but the problem in his pants was not letting him do so.
“Yuno?” He heard your voice call from the kitchen, followed by the sound of the refrigerator’s door closing.
“Yeah?” He asked, still in place and still bothered.
“Do you want a soda or water?” You peek through the door frame of his room and he just looks at you before smiling.
“Bring two glasses, let’s have some wine, yeah?” You smiled and nodded before going to bring the glasses and the food, coming back to put it on the table he had set. 
“I cooked some ramen, cause it is all you have and I hadn't noticed it is 11pm.” you said and sat next to him after putting the bottle of wine back inside his small cooler.
“This is what we get for napping in the middle of the day.” he took a sip of his wine and hummed in content. “I put on your favorite movie.” You looked at the wall in confusion as it looked nothing like your favorite movie.
“Jaehyun, that’s Frozen.”
“Yeah, your favorite!” he chuckled and started munching on his food.
“No, that’s your favorite.” he huffed and offered you some mushrooms.
“Shush. Yours, mine, I don’t hear the difference.” Jaehyun stuffed the mushrooms in your mouth when you opened your mouth to talk.
A smile spread across his face and his eyes turned into half-moons, you loved when he smiled wide like this. “Gosh, you’re adorable.” He gushed.
“You’re adorable.” 
A few glasses of wine and laughs later, you snuggled into his side, your hand softly caressing his torso. Usually, your hands would wander everywhere; touch every single part of his body until he was begging you to do more. Yet, this time, his hand laid flat below his belly button, preventing you from going any further down. 
Any time he did that was because he was aroused while doing day to day stuff; typically, it happened while watching a movie cuddled up on the couch or bed.  
Jaehyun looked down, smiling softly when you stared into his eyes as your hand moved above his and landed right where he was craving your touch.
“_____.” He warned but his hand failed to get yours off his hard erection. 
A deep groan left his throat and his head dropped back onto the pillows, your hand still softly stroking him and teasing him over his thin pajama pants.
“Does that feel good, honey?” You asked, even though the answer was clearer than water. 
“So good.” He moaned and his hand that wrapped around you found its way to your hair, playing with the loose strands.
Featherly, your index finger trailed from the base of his erection up to his where his happy trail hid below his pants. The intention was evident, to find your way inside his pants and pleasure him the right way, except his hand stopped you from going any further—again.
“Okay, Jaehyun. What is happening?” You sat up, annoyed at the constant cockblocking. 
“Nothing is wrong. I’m just not in the mood.” He tried to shrug it off but you weren’t buying it.
“Bullshit. Jaehyun I thought you trusted me. What is happening, does anything hurt? Are you not feeling well? Are you just… not into me anymore?” You asked. You hated yourself for being so demanding of a further answer, but his behavior was far from normal.
“No, gosh, no! Don’t ever think that! Of course, I am into you!” He said and pulled you back into his embrace. “Maybe a little too much.”
“Then what’s up with you? Why are you avoiding my touch?” 
“It’s stupid.” He murmured and tried hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
“No, what’s stupid is you having a boner and not wanting to get rid of it.” You said, a bit annoyed, yet your hand still reached to caress his hair. “Spill.”
He murmured against your skin, making it impossible to comprehend what he was trying to get through. You hummed in confusion and he just groaned. 
“I haven’t shaved.” He finally admitted, the heat rising to his face transferred to the skin of your neck where his forehead pressed.
“You what?” A giggle escaped your lips before you could stop it.
“Don’t laugh at me.” He groaned. “I don’t want you to be disgusted by it.”
His confession softened your heart, body hair was a normal thing and while he had lots of it, you didn’t mind. 
“Baby, no.” You cooed. “Why would I be disgusted by that? It’s just hair. It’s natural. That doesn’t make you any less attractive.”
 “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying, Yuno. If I’m being honest, it’s kinda hot.” your hand started making it’s way down his body once again.
“Stop teasing me, _____.” he said sternly.
Pushing him away, you sat up on the mattress. Your eyes trailed down his body, his shirt was slightly lifted, half of his torso visible to you. Jaehyun’s hair laid everywhere and his hand cautiously reached for yours.
“I am not teasing you.” you answered after a few minutes. 
Crawling, you took place between his legs, your hands reaching to softly stroke the side of his legs as you placed them over your thighs. From the side to the inside of his thighs, your hands moved slowly. Squeezing the thickest part of his thigh. 
A deep moan left his throat and his eyes closed, causing you to smile before ghosting your hands closer to his center.
“Ah,” he whimpered when your hand traced the outline of his cock through his pants. 
“You like it when I have you like this, don’t you?” You purr and use your index finger to rub on his clothed tip.
His mouth hung open and you knew he was struggling to keep up. 
“I asked you a question, love.”
“I- I love it.”
“You’re a naughty one, huh? No underwear?” You said as your fingertips crept under his waistband.
“I really want you to touch me, baby.” He whined and your hand laid flat on his erection, stroking slowly. 
“I thought you didn’t want me to see you.” You removed your hands from him and leaned back on your palms. His thighs laid on top of your own folded legs as you kneel between his legs. 
“Mmm, I changed my mind. Please, just do something.” He begged. “Please.” 
Taking Jaehyun to subspace didn't take a lot of work, but of course, a little warm-up foreplay was always needed. That’s what you enjoyed about your relationship with him, he was not afraid nor ashamed of letting you be the top. 
There were times where he would fuck you into the mattress as you gasped for air and there were times where he would whine and beg for your touch—beg to be fucked. 
“What do you want me to use?” 
“Anything, just, please.”
“Whatever my baby wants.” You reach to tug on the waistband of his pants, being careful to take them off as slow as you can, teasing the whiny boy before you. 
Inch by inch, his milky skin was revealed, until his pretty pink member stood up, glistening with pre-cum and twitching with anticipation. As you finally removed his pants, you couldn’t understand why Jaehyun was feeling so insecure, his usual clean pelvis was covered with the growing hair of a couple of weeks—it was practically nothing. You wanted to point that out, but then you felt the man squirm under you.
“Do something, please.”
“You’re so needy, I love it.” You leaned over to kiss his lips, the back of his legs hung from your arms. 
Your lips trailed down his jaw, kissing and sucking the skin of his thick neck followed by your tongue gliding over the sensitive pink buds in his chest as he had unbuttoned his shirt. 
His moans were like music to your ears, the soft sound waves soaking into yourself and sending chills down your spine. Jaehyun’s fingertips reached to fondle with the thin straps of your nightdress. A smile forming on his lips when your eyes locked with him as your tongue slid down his happy trail.
“Can I touch you?” His voice was pleading, wanted nothing more than to have all of you for himself. 
“Always.” You said and by instinct, his hands reached touch whatever he could reach. Your hair, your arms, your hand.
He looked through his eyelashes as you gradually slid down his body, your face stop to kiss each of his thighs before ghosting over the skin of his cock, the faint feeling of your breath causing it to bob and hit you ever so lightly on the tip of your nose.
A low moan resonated from his throat when you decided to finally close the gap between your lips and his skin. Plump, soft lips kissing the base of his member, bottom to top, licking the tip quickly and placing a kiss afterward.
You worshipped his body, just like he worshipped yours, taking your sweet time to show him just how perfect he was in your eyes, your tongue and teeth translating every feeling he made you experience into his tender skin.
Nobody had ever touched you the way he did, nobody had ever taken so much time on making every inch of your body feel immense pleasure until your voice could only make up their name. 
Jaehyun knew your body by memory, he worked on memorizing every single thing that made you feel good, every time just as amazing (if not more) as the previous. 
Just as he dedicated everything to your pleasure, he was not shy to let you do the same and take control.
Your fingertips caressing his thighs that laid now on your shoulders after you laid stomach down, between his legs.  He was vulnerable. The position giving you access to all of him. With your tongue flat out, you licked his balls before he moaned again, higher-pitched now. 
Just like he knew every sweet spot in your body, you did the same for him.
You loved the way his soft thighs felt against the palm of your hands. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you kissed the tip of his cock, teasing it for a bit by moving your lips against it, almost mimicking the movements made when kissing him. 
His sweet voice sent chills down your spine and to your throbbing core. He tried his best not to be so vocal, but he always failed. And if you were being honest, you were happy he did, because his whines and soft moans were the prettiest sounds to ever grace your ears.
“Baby,” he whined and his eyebrows furrowed as he observed the tip of your tongue slightly poke out to tease him.
You hummed in response, playing foolishness to his tone.
“Can you, please, just do something?” His voice was pleading, soft and low—sexy—yet so full of need.
Deciding to stop teasing him, you took his tip in your mouth, sucking on it as you would to a lollipop. You hummed in content, sending vibrations up his body, his breathing becoming visibly shaky. Your tongue swirled around his glans, wanting to taste more of him.
When you looked his way, he was propped on his elbows, watching your every step as you went down on him—painfully slowly. He moaned and shut his eyes forcefully for a millisecond. That’s when you decided to take him deeper down your throat, your lips now about halfway down his length.  
“Oh fuck, your mouth feels so,” another moan left his lips as your cheeks hollowed around him. “Fucking good.”
With every sound leaving his throat, you felt your panties getting wetter. You started bobbing your head, slowly at first, enjoying the feeling of his tip bumping against the back of your throat. Jaehyun stared at you in awe, his mouth agape and his eyes flicking from your mouth to the top of your half-exposed ass. 
He loved the feeling of your tongue as well as the visual of his cock disappearing past your lips; but the picture of your ass being barely covered by the silk fabric of your nightdress made his hands, fingers specifically, yearn to touch you.
“Baby, you know I love this, but can we change positions?” He asked breathlessly, moving your hair to the side. 
You groaned and let go of him, sitting back on your legs. Your lips glistened with a mix of saliva and Jaehyun’s juices, just the way his cock did as it was throbbing and sensitive from all the sucking and licking. Even though your mouth was detached from him, you kept a hand working on him, feeling his hard, wet erection in your palm as you waited for his instructions.
“Mmm, move this way so I can touch you.” He said, signaling you to kneel beside him, your back facing him. 
As soon as your knees touch the spot beside him, you leaned forward after moving your hair to the side, uncovering your face for him to see. Your tongue laid flat against his shaft once more, a low moan erupting from him.
You laid on your knees, ass up and in Jaehyun’s reach, just like he likes it. His hands teased your thighs, slowly—sensually. One finger ghosting over the curves of your legs. The short fabric of your nightdress gave him a full view of your pantie covered center; his hand was quick to squeeze your left cheek and give it a light slap.
As he played with the hem of your underwear, your cheek laid against his thigh, hand stroking his length and mouth kissing, licking, and sucking his balls. The wetness you’ve accumulated in the past few minutes could be seen through your underwear, a prominent wet spot visible on the light blue cotton cloth.
“Shit,” you hissed when his thumb pressed on your entrance, still through your panties.
“Gosh, you’re really this wet just from teasing me?” He asks in a rough voice and gives your ass another slap.
“I can’t help it, I love having you wrapped around my finger.” He chuckled at your response and caressed your center again.
“Let me take these off.” He said as his hand reached to tug on the waistband and pull them down to your knees, before asking you to lift them up one by one to take them completely off. “Fucking hell, look at you.”
His eyes flickered from your sopping core to your face, which had an innocent smile spread before you went all the way down his cock, his head quickly laying back into the pillow as he moaned loudly in pleasure.
“I swear you are so good at that, baby.” He moaned and spanked your ass a bit harder than before, a moan escaping your own throat and sending vibrations up his body.
Soon enough, tears formed in your eyes as your head bobbed at a fast pace down his length. The wet sounds of your tongue against his skin mixed with the sounds of his fingers entering your hole. Jaehyun’s fingers were long and slender, curving perfectly inside you, giving you nothing but great pleasure.
“Ah, baby, I can’t cum yet.” He choked out. “I need to feel you around me.”
You hummed and remove yourself from him, a string of saliva connecting your open mouth to his cock as you tried and catch your breath. His hands reached for your face as soon as you kneeled to straddle him, not without sucking your juices off his fingers first. 
He sucked them clean and then reached to make you suck them as well. As you sat there for a minute, he stared deep into your eyes, his fingertips
absentmindedly stroking your thigh.
“I love you.” He confessed and he really did.
You smiled at this, his heart fluttering at your smile and cute rosy cheeks, the glisten of his pre-cum on your lips totally forgotten.
“Do you have condoms?” You asked before pushing yourself off him and the bed as he nodded his head.
“They are in that box near the record player.” He pointed and you browsed for protection as he patiently waited for you. “Wait-“
Your eyes fluttered wide open as you took the small metal-looking device, and it looked very familiar.
“Jung Yuno, this is mine!” You exclaim and turned to look at the naked man in bed, his face flushed red.
“I’m,” he stuttered. “I don’t know what that is doing there…” 
“Are you sure?” You grabbed the foil packet in the same hand in which the small vibrator laid. “Maybe we should try it, then. If you don’t know what it feels like.” 
The mere sound of the device triggered a moan from his throat. “Hmm, I think I’m okay.” He said in a funny tone.
“If I wasn’t so needy for you at the moment, I would tease the hell out of you for stealing my stuff.” You said and opened the foil packet while kneeling on top of him. “I’ve been looking for this for the longest time!”
“What for?” He smirked. “Am I not enough?” 
“That’s not… don’t turn it on me. You’re the one in trouble here, you…”
“Hmm, it sounds like that thing is enough to please you, so… I guess I'm not needed anymore.” Jaehyun grabbed the sheets once more after putting you to the side by the hips. He covered himself up to his chin and smiled cutely at you.
“What are you doing?” 
“Nothing. Now, excuse me while I finish my movie that you interrupted with your inappropriate touching.” 
“Are you kidding me?” He pulled you into his embrace and threw the sheets over you before cuddling into your nude body.
“Your skin feels so soft.” He whispered.
Carefully, he stroked your tummy and kissed the top of your head. His fingers danced on your skin, feeling all of you. 
“I love you so much.” His fingers now laid on top of your thigh, teasing you as he inched closer to your pelvis but not close enough. “You are so beautiful and soft and funny and perfect. I really don’t know how I got to have you as my girlfriend.”
“What has gotten into you?” You ask, feeling shy at the confessions of the man. It was not something you were unfamiliar to, but you always found the perfect moment to bicker with him. “What did you do?”
His laugh was ethereal. Low and a bit dumb, but to you, it was the most heavenly sound on earth, right next to his pretty moans.
“I haven’t done anything but love you with my whole being.” Something hard poked the back of your thighs. “Literally.” You gasped as you felt him enter you while keeping you close. A small chuckle left his lips when you hand reached back to hold his back.
“You feel so good, sweetheart.” His teeth bit your earlobe softly and a groan resonated on your ears. His hips rocked slowly into you, every inch of his cock inside you. “And sound so beautiful.” 
The hand that was stroking your thigh was now creeping up your torso and beneath your dress. His slender fingers sliding from your belly button up to the valley of your breasts, before cupping your right breast and massaging it slowly. 
His thrusts were slow, feeling every centimeter of your core around his length. His lips kissed your head and cheeks and neck lovingly, and praises left his lips as moans and whimpers left your own.
“Jaehyun,” you felt him smile against your shoulder blade before he kisses it and hummed.
“Yes, honey?” He asked. “Are you comfortable like this or should we change position?”
“I want to see you, please.” You whined.
“Okay, let me get the mirror then.”
“Not like that, Yuno.” He smiled and kissed your cheek prior to detaching from you.
He kneeled before you the way you did earlier, your calves over his thighs as he had laid you on your back and leaned to remove your nightdress completely. Plain missionary position. Your favorite.
A lot of people would think it is boring but they didn’t care about the intimacy it gave you. Jaehyun’s eyes on you as he stared at you lovingly while taking his sweet time rocking his hips. Your breaths didn’t differ from the other, it was only you and him in the world, consuming the other, devouring, loving.
“Are you okay?” Your boyfriend asked and kissed your cheeks.
“Yes,” you said and stop to think for a second. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, honey.” He smiled sweetly as he kept his pace. 
His lips kissed your neck, a few moans and groans escaping past and vibrating against your skin. It was this way every time. The both of you would start in a complex position just to end up like this, closer than before, taking the other’s scent as if it was the last time you were gonna feel—love each other.
Jaehyun’s left hand stays near your head, stroking and caressing your hair and cheeks. His right hand slowly traveled down your body, having short stop-points at your breasts, hips, and finally, his thumb had found your sensitive clit. 
He rubbed circles on the bud, sending something similar to electric shocks up your body as you felt your tummy tightened. His lips had left the skin of your neck to suck on your bottom lip, his tongue subsequently intruding your mouth when it was opened by a particularly loud moan.
“Fuck, baby, don’t do that.” He breathed out when you clenched your walls. “Are you still on the pill?” 
You opened your eyes and stared at the small space between your hips, looking at his cock disappearing past your pelvis. “Y-yes…” you gasped and moaned. “Take it off.”
Jaehyun licked his thumb and went back to circling your clit, stimulating you as he removed the condom and tossed it into the small bin beside his bed. A loud groan left his throat and he closed his eyes shut.
“Fuck!” He was still kneeling and didn’t know what to do with his hands. “I had forgotten how great you feel like this, baby.”
“Can I ride you?” You ask between moans. 
Nodding his head he sat you up on his thighs and slowly turned to have his back pressed against the headboard and you on top of him, never leaving the warmth of your pussy.
As soon as you were positioned, your lips found his in a passionate kiss. Your hips worked at a quicker pace than what he had before, the bed squeaking and the headboard banging against the wall. His hands held you close, engulfing you in his strong embrace.
“I’ve missed feeling you so deep inside me, babe.” You breathed out.
“Yeah?” You hummed in response and pulled on his hair while still bouncing on his lap.
“Yuno, I’m so close…”
His hand slid down the curve of your back, squeezing hard at your ass. The vibrations of his groans could be felt against your lips. Jaehyun touched you with passion as if he was never going to be allowed to touch you again. Fingers grasping every inch of skin possible while the bed squeaked beneath you. 
No pace was fast enough, hard enough, to satisfy the need you had for him that exact moment. Your boyfriend’s soft lips attached to your neck when your back was arched and a loud moan left your lips. Your eye shut close and you felt his hands grab your waist in place as he took charge and thrust into you. 
The bliss of the moment reached to you both, your eyes closed to one another yet your souls interlaced themselves as you became one. One body, one soul. His moans increased in volume, overpowering your own. Jaehyun’s body shook as his legs threatened to give up on him, his leg muscles sore after a few thrusts that felt like a thousand to you.
“Shit, I don’t think I’m gonna last long, honey.” Jaehyun choked.
You could only moan in response, your hands quickly attaching your breasts as you yearned for any kind of additional stimulation. Jaehyun couldn’t help but open his eyes and look at you when your hands were removed from his shoulders. The view of his one true love massaging her breasts the way he would, was almost hypnotic. When you pinched your nipples desperately he leaned forward and attached his mouth to your sensitive bud, laying his tongue flat below your nipple and licked up before sucking it into his mouth. 
A loud whine erupted from you as you felt the world around you spin, even with your eyes closed. The man’s moans faint as white noise started to take over your hearing. Blabbering of your name mixed with curses could be heard in the distance, yet they were coming from the man attached to your chest, mere millimeters from you. His name was all you could make up, calling to him over and over again as you let go. 
Jaehyun’s tummy tensed up, your walls clenching around him due to your orgasm accelerated his own climax.
“Yuno!” you yelled as if you and him were the only inhabitants of the world. “Ah, please cum inside me, baby. Please!” you begged and he obliged.
“Fucking hell,” he growled and went tense as white ribbons of his warm cum filled you up. It felt like forever, but you loved every bit of it.
You soon collapsed on his shoulder, not even bothering to removing his softening penis from you.  As an instinct, his right arms circled your waist, stroking shapes on your skin featherly, while his other hand laid on your head, slowly patting your hair. You felt dizzy, almost drunkenly—in love, that is. Even after having fucked for what felt like hours, Jaehyun’s sweaty skin still smelt clean, like his cologne. Maybe it was that or you were just utterly in love to completely disregard the smell of his sweat
You smelled like sex, like love, ardent but loving passion that filled your blood and his. His semi-hard cock pulsated against the walls of your vagina. He loved the feeling of it, the feeling of you.
He hummed in content and lazily kissed your cheek that was in his reach. “You’re so cute, I hope you know that.”
“Shut up, Yuno.” he laughed at your response, your voice came out soft and worn out.
“Mmm, no.” a few minutes in silence passed before he spoke up again. “I love you. I know I tell you this every day but I don’t think I ever get to express the magnitude of my love for you.” he confessed.
“I love you so, so much. My heart aches when you are not around me and I know that sounds cheesy, but it is the truth. I love you so much that whenever I see you or hear your voice, my stomach flips just at hard as it did when I first saw you.” he kissed your cheek again. “You are the love of my life and if I am being honest, I never thought I was going to be able to find true love, but then the universe gave me you. Maybe we were destined to be together even before the world existed or maybe it was just luck, for me that is, but I really can’t imagine my life without you.” his voice was now merely a whisper.
“Jaehyun…” you started.
“Shush, let me finish.” you chuckled again. “I truly want to spend the rest of my life beside you, have you as my wife and life partner. Have kids with you, grow old with you, I just want to be with you and love you until it is our time to leave this life. Even if we get another one, I am sure my heart will always belong to you.” 
“You’re so cheesy, ew.” he laughed and you stared at him in awe. His smile never failed to make you blush. 
“Wow, thanks.” he rolled his eyes and held you tight against his chest. 
“I really don’t know what I did to deserve you. I know we bicker a lot and I love to make fun of you, but I truly love you with my whole soul.” you sat up straight, his hands now on your cheeks as he pulled you in for a kiss.
“You deserve all the love I can possibly give you.” he spoke softly, his voice full of love as a few tears escape his eyes when he felt your body shake lightly on top of him. “Don’t cry, baby.”
His hands lifted you up the waist, his cum dripping down your thighs but no one seemed to care, he laid you down beside him and then moved to lay on his side, facing you. He looked fucked out, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead and rosy cheeks and ears. A big smile spread across his lips making his dimples show.
“Should we shower now?” you ask. “Together?”
“Let’s wait a few more minutes, I just want to lay with you right now.” he says.
And that is what you did. You laid in bed with your boyfriend, your nude body tangled up and the sheets barely even covering you. Sweet nothings leaving both of your lips love coming out like a mantra. His hands caressing your skin and lips kissing you softly, while the rain outside the window still poured, and again, he felt like home—he was home.
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this is a repost from my old blog, didn't change anything other than the title, so I hope all the new tumblr readers enjoy!
NEOYUNO 2022
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angelicf4iry · 2 days ago
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Mornings | Wanda Maximoff
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Wanda maixmoff x (Fem! reader)
Containing: Quckie, Smut, Praise, Slight mommy kink, Fingering, Pet names And slight Fluff
You awoke early in the morning with sound of birds outside you were laying in your bed with Wandas arms around you holding you tight. You yawned and tried to wiggle from her grasp But her arms pulled you back hard causing you giggle "Its time to wake up" You inform Her "Stay" Wanda muttered still puling you back into the bed she tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and whispered
"I'll give you reason to stay" sending shivers down your spine "I-i guess I could stay just for you" You spoke then began to lay on your back with Wanda on top of you "Now spread your legs for me" She demanded you obeyed her. You pulled apart your legs then took off your underwear for her to see your womanhood "Gosh you're this wet for me baby?" She teased You nodded too shy to speak.
"Your so pretty I can't believe your mine" Wanda said as she played around with your folds causing you gasp at the touch she rubbed slowly on your clit "Can I finger you?" She asked "Yes..m-mommy" You whined out to her Wanda smirked at the name you called her
She put two fingers inside of you slowly pumping in and out You moaned out sweetly "F-faster" You begged then Wanda began moving her two fingers inside of you faster You arched your back In pleasure she looked at you as you struggle under her touch
Wanda smashed her lips into yours while still fingering you very fast "Mm I-i-im so close mommy!" you croaked out loudly against her lips "Let go baby its okay" Wanda reassured you You let go Feeling the orgasm though your whole body "Oh God" You whined out Wanda stoped fingering you she took her other hand putting her palm on your cheek kissing you softly "You did so good for me" she compliment
"Mornings are the best with you Y/n"
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jaysugarbear · a day ago
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SYNOPSIS: perv!sunghoon is finding it unbelievably hard to keep his thoughts pure around you. what if you don't want him to?
♡ PAIRING: sub!sunghoon x f!reader
GENRE: smut
WARNINGS: light slapping, male masturbation, perv!sunghoon, gagging
tutoring sunghoon was a pleasure. he listened and learned well, always treating you nicely and his shy demeanor was as sweet as candy. he wasn't quite as sweet as he seemed, though.
sunghoon watches your legs intently as your thighs jiggle with each step you take, your skirt lifting up ever so slightly in the wind. he shakes his head, ashamed of himself as he walks up next to you, looking down to see your face smiling up at his. he shyly grins back, his eyes darting down to the way your breasts go up and down as you walk. he quickly looks away and soon you reach your apartment door.
oh how he wanted you to make him feel pathetic, worthless. he wanted you to slap him and tell him how dirty he was for fantasizing about his own tutor. he wanted you to kiss him while you took off his pants. he wanted you to let him touch your boobs or make him suck on them.
oh how he wanted you to make him feel pathetic, worthless. he wanted you to slap him and tell him how dirty he was for fantasizing about his own tutor. he wanted you to kiss him while you took off his pants. he wanted you to let him touch your boobs or make him suck on them.
oh how he wanted you to make him feel pathetic, worthless. he wanted you to slap him and tell him how dirty he was for fantasizing about his own tutor. he wanted you to kiss him while you took off his pants. he wanted you to let him touch your boobs or make him suck on them.
"sunghoon..?" you ask again hoping to gain his attention. he snaps out of it, licking his lips and looking back at you. he had a guilty look in his eye, and you took a chance.
"were you thinking about me?" sunghoons eyes go wide. could you read minds or something?
"well, i-" he blushes and pinches his nose bridge. you giggle and shift in your seat, now leaning your elbows on the table with your head in your hands. you spot your panties on the floor behind him.
"was it because of those, perhaps?" you question in an innocent tone. your voice tightens his jeans. he shuts his eyes and nods. you purse your lips and get up, picking up the panties and laying them in front of him. he blushes madly at him being caught darting his eyes from you to the cute pink panties in front of him.
"you dirty boy.. look at you all worked up for me." you motion toward his boner that he quickly tries to hide and averts his gaze.
"i noticed your lingering looks to my chest, hoonie." your nickname for him makes his cock twitch. he's embarrassed that when he thought he was being slick you knew the entire time. but he loves it. he loves feeling embarrassed by you. he fumbled with his fingers trying to keep himself from touching his strained bulge.
"don't hold back, go ahead." he looks at you questioningly. the way his eyebrows furrowed made him look cute enough to eat. you grin and scoot your chair forward, your knee now touching his. you softly grab his hand and place it over his strained bulge. a perv like him swoons over your hand on his.
were you really telling him to jerk off in front of you? his mouth stays slightly agape as he doesn't know what to say. he looks at you with stars in his eyes. you nod toward him. he looks down again, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants slowly with nervous hands. he looks up again for your approval once his cock is out and he catches you licking your lips with your eyes glued to his member.
what he didn't expect was for you to reach over with your fingertip and swipe away a drop of precum from his sensitive tip. he bucks his hips up to follow your finger as it pulls away, desperate for your touch. you giggle before sucking on your finger. he watches in awe of your plump lips.
without fully realizing it, his hand wanders to his length and began pumping it. his big eyes were glued to you as he jerked off slowly. you get bored of his slow and shy pace quickly and decide to encourage him a little more.
you lean over the table, giving him a ripe look down your shirt before cupping his jaw and whispering in his ear.
"go faster, my love." you sound sultry and sexy to him and he obeys immediately. he speeds up his fist by a long shot making him moan out repeatedly. his whimpers were paired with his desperate hips twitching and his feet floating up from the ground every so often. you smile, pleased. but one more thing bothered you now.
"my roommates will be upset. another boy moaning this loud in my room. it won't do." you tap your chin and pretend to think of a solution. you grin and stand up again. you caress his face that was decorated with a thin veil of sweat and his pretty eyebrows furrowed. you reach behind you and pick ip the pair of panties before making him look up at you. you felt powerful looking down at him like this. and sunghoon felt completely under your control, even when you had hardly touched him.
the sight coaxes another loud moan and groan out of him, to which you put to silence by stuffing the panties into his mouth. his eyes go wide with surprise. his saliva is slowly dampening the underwear and him fully enjoying the faint taste of you on them.
you sit back down and notice how close he looks to letting go. you draw patterns on his pale and soft thigh. he hyper fixates on your light touches and imagines you on top of him, your hand being the one to abuse him like this. to further immerse himself in the fantasy he squeezes his eyes shut.
offended, you slap his thigh. he moans loudly through his gag and his eyes fly open. he wasn't expecting you to do that.
"focus on me." you say in a low tone while you begin to soothe the red mark on his thigh. you wanted to treasure this moment forever.
it doesn't take much longer for him to be fully thrusting up into his fist. he wanted to touch you so bad, but something told him he would not be allowed to. he was filthy, after all.
his mouth was getting sore from being opened like this. the pain only encouraged him more. his breathing becomes labored and his legs and spasming before you're able to drink in the sight of him cumming all over himself. his sounds are muffled but you can tell how loud they would have been. you smile wide and take the panties from his mouth, laying the soaked piece of clothing back on the desk.
he takes a few deep breaths and suddenly feels extremely flustered by your eyes on him. he unconsciously curls inward in attempts to hide.
his shirt is ruined.
he pulls it off and begs you for a new one, but you don't let up.
"someone with a physique like you're should have no problem going shirtless, hm?" you say staring at his faint abs and slim waist. his skin was so pale there, begging to be marked up.
he could cry at the embarrassment of walking back to his dorm shirtless, but god was he also savoring it. feeling humiliated to the full extent is exactly what he wanted, and he got it. he's not done though. he wants more.
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fxshigurosbae · a day ago
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THE TEASING TEACHER ! satoru
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➞ synopsis: his favorite student is graduating already, therefore, nothing can stop him.
tws: mdni, age gap (+21) , teacher x student, office sex, choking, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, jealous, biting, orgasm denial, submission, dom, height difference, sound restraint, college au.
pairing: gojo satoru x female reader
a/n: thank you so much for 1000 followers! I’m beyond grateful for everything and all the support, here’s a special one-shot for you <3
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Gojo, your college teacher which never really felt like a true professor, he was quite older than you and yet his looks said otherwise, you admired him, knowing him for just a little more than three years, he’d always pester you with jokes and give you tons of assignments.
Some things definitely changed as time went by and you could feel an odd air between the two of you, he’d ask more of you, laugh more near you, annoy you more, assist you intensely, surely something he did not do with the others.
He surely had an arrogant personality, which did bother you from time to time, but it was his charm to be that goofy man dressed in such an attractive way, grasping the looks from whoever felt like giving him some proud attention, except for those surviving beside him (you included), since all were used to it.
There was suddenly a day, in the week of your graduation, that you were called in to his office, lightly shaking in nervousness, wondering what could it be.
“Close it.” His voice echoed after you had knocked and entered the room, seeing him leaning on the wood table with arms crossed.
“You called, Mr. Gojo?”
“Yes dear,” that damn nickname made you gulp hard. “you can come near, you know I don’t bite.” Staring at you with his permanently worn round black sunglasses, black long sleeve shirt that could drive anyone insane, doing as he ordered, noticing even more your height difference.
“Is there something I can do f—
“You’re graduating soon,” you kept shut, reminding yourself that his words were never to be interrupted. “I can’t seem to grasp that thought on my mind.”
“What do you mean, sir?” He stared at you, sighing after hearing that specific last word come out of your mouth.
“I don’t want you to graduate, or else I’ll be lonely.” That was unexpected, you were wordless.
“It’ll be sad to leave too, sensei.” His chest had risen once again, taking a deep breath.
“You like teasing me, don’tcha?” Your cheeks flushed, you knew he was flirty but not this much.
“Sorry, I don’t understand a thing, plus… are you insinuating that I’ll be repeating a year?”
“That does sound nice, doesn’t it? I could see you every day for another year.” Once more, you flushed.
“Is it appropriate for you to be saying such things, sensei?”
“No one’s listening.” His tone changed, it was shivering, you certainly were closer than you had acknowledged. In the silence, he threw his head back, letting you admire his well-defined neck and jaw, hearing as well a groan. “You sure are tempting.”
“Sens—
“Gosh, you know how to drive me insane, Y/N.” Once again he interrupted, staring right back at you with such intensity. “I wanna touch you.”
Speechless.
“Sensei, are you alright? You’re joking, right?” You saw him lean closer to you, feeling his breath on your cheeks.
“Not in the slightest, let me touch you.” You didn’t respond, your lips parting slightly, breathing heavily and leaving low groans of confusion. “Answer me.”
“Okay.” You murmured, so embarrassed you could cry, having his large fingers intervene with the strands of your hair, feeling them with the tips of those fingers, running through the root to ends.
“Your smell, your hair… your eyes.” He emphasized lowly, his voice enchanting you. Faces close by inches, the space only getting smaller until he then finally attached those soft velvety lips against yours in a sweet manner, pulling away with a peck noise, taking you by surprise, as you covered your mouth with your forearm unconsciously.
“Sensei, I… shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you.”
“If I give you permission then that won’t be a problem, will it?” You hummed in disagreement, not knowing what else could you say to this man, seeing him take off those glasses and rest them on the table. “Good, then sit here.” Before you could process the situation, you were found sat on top of his lap, on the leathery chair he was always found at.
He could feel your heartbeat, not the one on your chest, he could feel your embarrassment, your fear, your arousal, your needy thoughts.
“Sensei.” You whispered unconsciously, not knowing what else you could say, having your legs bent to fit on the seat, to wrap around his legs and waist perfectly, having your smooth thighs held by his palms.
You were lucky, lucky to have been wearing a skirt that day, yet you were miserable, miserable to be wearing nothing but a white underwear underneath it, meaning your undeniable wetness had drawn a circle on the fabric of his pants.
His face was inches apart and you could feel his intense gaze over you, his hands roaming every single curve and squeezing soft parts of your skin until reaching your lower waist, your hips, holding them still, pressing downwards, feeling his bulge growing and perfectly shaping under you, making you imagine how red your cheeks must have been, which was unusual, no man has ever made you feel this way, but you knew Gojo wasn’t just an ordinary man.
His lips then pressed against your warm neck, leaving long pecks just to give an unexpected bite, a moaned gasp leaving your lips, your hips accidentally moving forward, back arching slightly and gripping onto his black sleeves.
“Dirty girl.” He murmured again.
“S-Sensei, people are going to see my, my neck.”
“Don’care.” Gojo mumbled, taking your skin into his mouth, your head slight up, eyes squinted and lips quivering in order to attempt quietness.
You were growing impatient, having to deal with him marking territory, playing with you, taking his time with you and you couldn’t do anything but let him have his way, even though you enjoyed it immensely.
“U’re mine, get it, darling?” The man’s left hand cupped the side of your neck, hypnotizing you with those well-chosen words. All you could do was hum back. “Good.”
You felt his hand sneak under you, lead by an unzipping noise, all while he had your neck as a biting toy.
“Wanna feel your pussy so bad.” He knew how to mess with your heart.
“S-Sensei, you’re being s-so inappropriate.” You shyly muttered.
“Want me to stop, honey? I doubt that’s the case, I know how much you like to hear me say that.” He was indeed correct, you loved it, the attention, the passion and he loved hearing you call him that way.
Your hips leisurely and unnoticeable moved in a back and forth movement, having your clit ache for friction yet nothing happened. His hand held now the back of your head, pulling it slightly back, allowing more kisses on the flesh, his other unoccupied hand fondled your ass, gripping with will.
“I can’t wait any longer, can I fuck you already?” Gojo shamelessly asked, having to stare at you with a distressed expression, humming was all you could do, there was nothing in your mind that could make you think of what to reply.
It was quick, you could finally feel his cock spring out of those boxers and touch your sensitive nub, it wasn’t fair that he was exactly like you had imagined, if not a bit bigger, your entire body getting to a reddish tone.
“Want me to fill you up real good?” He bit his lip, smirking, teasing you, it was over your limit, he was shameless, worthless, he was a whore, and you loved it, so much, it made you think of yourself as a perverted person.
“That’s not…”
“Stop looking for excuses,” You gripped onto the fabric over his chest. “as much as I want to hear your pretty voice, I’ll have to ask you to keep it down, can you do that for me, sweetheart?” His hands had easily pulled your shirt up, letting your torso exposed to him as you nodded carefully and hesitant. “Hold this with your mouth for me.” The white fabric of your own clothing was in between your teeth, just like he ordered, letting his hands grope onto your perfect amount of chubbiness by the sides of your pelvis.
He aligned himself with you, as your panties were to the side, he had to be careful, or else he’d slide inside of you with just a simple move, because of how wet you were.
Finally, it was devastating, in such a good way, it was as if you were being destroyed by such amazing feeling, it was consuming you, possessing you entirely already, having your head and back thrown back, he wasn’t even halfway in, thrusting the tip so harshly and the rest of the length leisurely, provoking, punishing, making you miserable while he chuckled lowly, watching you get desperate.
He surely had to keep composure, but little did you know that he was as miserable as you were, dirty thoughts all over his mind, wondering what he’d be doing with you next, how he’d make you come undone to him, how he’d make you his forever, he’s been longing for this for so long.
“Your little cunt is just so tight, and yet you’re so wet.” Your knuckles turned white, having his abundant girth finally enter you all the way in, letting out a relieved breath but he didn’t give you much time to adjust, thrusting inside you harshly, only once, resulting in your entire body moving along his, those strong hips of his lifting you from the chair so effortlessly, like you were a feather, a doll, his doll.
“S-Sensei, sensei.” You whispered those sweet words to him again and again, feeding his ego, such melody to his ears.
Pounding into you so eagerly, your cheeks slightly filled with air, trying your best to keep quiet, back arching tensely, you seemed like a bunny hopping repeatedly on his cock, you weren’t doing anything, he did it all for you, letting you enjoy as much as you could.
His manspreading position was such a turn on, his lower back sliding down the chair with you on that lap, trying to sit straight, Gojo’s back was not then touching the leather behind him, looking for more support.
Low whimpering slipping out of your lips, moaning so purely and dirty at the same time, his cock filling you up so good it fit almost perfectly, it rammed inside actually, but he’d make his way into you, shaping you into perfection, into his.
“So cute,” He praised, wondering how your cheeks could warm even more. “so fucking cute, so pretty, fuck.”
Your walls suffocated him at each thrust, making it harder for the man to breath, trying so hard to look calm, groaning low whining from time to time.
You looked close to devastation.
“Can’t believe I wasn’t the only one to, to see you like this.” Your eyes staring back at his blue ones, slightly furrowed eyebrows was what you could see on his face, as well as parted lips, soft and glistening lips. So suddenly you had felt his large hand wrap around your neck, choking you not softly yet not harshly, warming you up while he slowed down his thrusts. “Wonder how many guys fucked you already, such a pretty girl, I fucking hate it.”
His voice lowered, intimidating, arousing, deadly.
“How I wish I could have fucked your little virgin pussy. I’ll fuck you so hard it’ll, it’ll feel like your first time.” Again, unexpectedly his hand grabbed your slightly chubby cheeks. “I’ll ruin you, baby.” It was terrifyingly thrilling, even though those words should make you feel scared, you loved it, you felt safe, you wanted more.
“N-No, sensei, sensei.” Yet you denied to yourself, having the man kiss your neck and shoulders like before, with even more hunger, biting the area near your clavicles. Tears forming on your eyes from being so close to the edge, one of his thumbs making it even more challenging to hold it all in by circling your sensitive and aching clit so gently. He chuckled at your struggle.
“Gonna cum already?”
“N-no, no, not a-at all.” You whined, closing your mouth shut, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, holding onto his shirt with eyes shut.
“So I can be harsher with you then?” Such a brusque thrust, such a pretty humming whiny moan came out of you, it melted his heart. “Fuck.”
Your toes curled, your legs shivered and tried squishing together, your heart beat fastened quickly, your head buried on his neck, your crying.
“What about now? Wanna, wanna cum, sweetheart?”
“Hm, hmy-yeah, yeah.” You finally became fully submissive to him, knowing you were drunk out of pleasure, not thinking straight, his thrusts became sloppy for a bit. “G-Gojo.” You moaned out unconsciously, having his heart skip a beat and a lovely pound find your sweet spot which led you to immediately go crazy.
It was pure pleasure. It was lustful. It was dirty. It was sacred.
Your entire body squirmed and legs shook, you hugged his large figure, whining muffling and failing as seconds went by.
“Fuck, fuck darling.” Were the last words you heard before you blacked out for a long second, noticing such comforting warmth filling you up real good, as if it never ended.
You effortlessly sat straight, staring at him again, seeing such a beautiful man that had hearts in his eyes. Both breathing heavily, lungs collapsing.
He lifted your trembling waist, longing for the presence of his cock inside you as cum literally emptied out of you, mixing with your own love juices, dripping from your destroyed cunt to your legs and dirtying his chair and pants but it was worth it, after all he couldn’t look away.
“You look so good with my cum dripping out of you.”
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myfeetkeepdancing · a day ago
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Nathan Drake x Male Reader
Watching someone sleep is an odd experience. When it's a loved one, it's often relaxing, enticing, or a mix of both. An enemy is something different. That element of surprise and growing anticipation of their reaction. That look on their face. A plan finally bearing its fruit. With Nathan, it's a bit of both. Love and hate. An unusual blend. Yet since that last encounter was an exhilarating one. A sort of cat and mouse game. But with different stakes. And strange traditions to grow.
Nathan wasn't easy to find. False names, untraceable transactions, phone calls, and IP addresses. You name it. It took a great deal of your resources and time. But revenge is a dish best served unsuspected.
Nathan sure had spent his money well. The luxurious villa beside the sea was spacious and comfortable. Large windows open up to an ocean-wide view—sunrise over a clear blue sea. The curtains sway with the slightest breeze coming from the windows. While you slowly opened the wooden blinds, rays of sunshine poured into the bedroom. You can already feel the warmth glowing in the room. From a chair far on the opposite side of the room you watch.
Observe the beams of sunlight shining upon the contours of Nathan's body. You can hear him breathing. And yourself. The ruffle of palm trees. The crashing of waves on the beach. For a brief moment, you feel at ease. Calmed by the sounds. But the slightest motion of Nathan keeps you sharp. This was one of the more pleasant ways to wake up, you remind yourself as you recount all the other options.
It takes a good moment for Nathan to awake from his slumber. His brown hair sat curly and ruffled. Classic case of bed hair. You hear him mumble something. And your heart begins racing. Whatever happens next is crucial. Nathan lay on his back. Snoring a little, licking his lips. As he slowly began to wake up. The sun shone directly in his eyes. He seemed at ease and at peace. His chest rose and fell as he breathed slowly. Planting both arms beside him, Nathan pulled himself up, revealing that muscled naked torso. Eyes staring at the blinds. "Morning Nathan." You announce yourself. And his eyes shoot wide open in your direction.
"Wh-...?!" Nathan rocked forward. But a rope on his right hand tightened and yanked him back as viciously as he tried to jump you. "(Y/N)?!" Looking back and forth between the rope and you. "How the hell did you find me?" Nathan desperately searched for the end of the rope which he found tied to the bed. "What's going on? W-What… are you doing here?" Each pull he gave on the rope tightened the knot further and pulled his arm up towards the backboard.
"Good morning to you too, Nathan." And get up from the chair. You take a slow walk to the bed. Stretch out the inevitable. Let Nathan give a false idea of hope. That he has options. "You're not easy to find." Eyeing the views for a moment. "Nice place, though. Shoulda… send a card." Giving him a wink.
"Haha… Yeah. I… eh, I will." He rolled from one side of the bed to the other. Trying to reach anything. "So… eh, to what do I owe this visit?"
"I was thinking how I would call that on my way here. Seeing that we… owe our lives to each other-..." You stand in the middle of the room. Watching Nathan effortlessly fail and try everything. "...-I wanted to introduce a tradition… something which you started."
"Oh no…" He chuckles nervously. "Is that why I'm bound by rope?"
"Certainly." Rubbing your hands together eagerly. "I learned a few tricks since our last encounter."
Nathan's right hand now sat flush against the headboard of the bed. Knot completely locked up. "For a second I thought you were here for a share of my treasure." He said, tilting his head to the side. "I heard you… blew quite the sum."
"I'm still baffled that you could press that button. Knowing I was in there." Crossing your arms, thinking back about that last encounter. Shaking your head in disbelief. "And people keep thinking I blew up my 'brand new' house for insurance money."
"I knew you'd survive." Nathan shrugged and smiled thinly.
"That may be the kindest thing you have ever said to me."
"I'm full of surprises." He winks back. "How about you? What'd you have planned for me?" Scanning the room carefully and thoroughly. "Is there a bomb…?"
"Nah… I'll leave something for next time." The steel watch on your wrist, one size too large on the bracelet gets Nathan's attention quite quickly. "Wouldn't wanna risk blowing it all in one encounter. I like a good… build-up."
"C'mon (Y/N)!" Nathan darted up but was reminded by the knot as he was pulled back again. "Nnngh-Not the watch! Please!"
"Good taste." Flaunting the steel sports watch in the light. It looked expensive and sure was. With a bit of play on the bracelet, you discard it to the table aside. A sigh of relief was heard from Nathan. That wouldn't be the first this morning you chuckle to yourself.
"I'll warn you." He held up a finger to you as you approached the bed. "Even with one arm bound, I can still take you."
"I believe you. I have bruises that prove that much." You say and take seat at the far end of the bed. "You know, you really get to know someone once you've been in their bedroom." With a finger, you slowly peel back the sheets. Taking a peek underneath. You've already seen it. But the theatrical aspect of it all was worth it so much. "Somehow, I imagined you to sleep naked, Nathan."
"I think you're confused between imagining and fantasizing." He sniffled, leaning a bit towards you. This smirk on his face. "Let me guess, you took your chance and nicked one of my undies, didn't you?" Whispering in his hushed voice. Smirk ever-growing.
"I don't know until what time morning wood is a valid excuse…" The slow reveal of what was underneath the sheets was ruined by Nathan. Rolling onto his hip. Trying to occupy himself with the ever-tightening knot. Giving you the rear view. The black shorts masked a beautifully full-shaped pair of buttocks. His back still showed vague hints of bruises. "But I think that ship has sailed. Damn…"
"Shut up… At least gimme a hint." He said with a hint of challenge in his voice and a playful glint in his eyes. Meanwhile, he was trying to pry loose the knot on his wrist, to no avail. Its purpose is to restrain and keep hold. "How does it work? What's the game here?"
"Spare your energy." And pull a blade from your backpocket. "The only way out of that knot is with a knife. Trust me on that." A sense of calm returned to Nathan as he let that sink in.
"How's the head?" He asked after a moment of silence. "Still having trouble sleeping?"
You nod and face away. Nathan's clothes lay draped over the chair. His gun nearby. You emptied it beforehand. As far as you're aware, there weren't any bullets around. Nor knives. Except for the one you were holding. "Your bomb was one of the reasons."
"I'm sorry. I saw the reports." He said quietly. "Want me to put a kiss to it… if you… untie me that is."
"Something that shuts you up wouldn't hurt for the next part… or any really." And move to the other side of his bed. The one free arm still fighting to free the other. Nathan watches you with distrust. Eyes widening as the second knot came into view. "Pretty please…" And command rather than ask. "Your hand."
"What are y-…" Nathan chuckled and let his head hang in defeat as he didn't finish his sentence. Accepting whatever came next as he offered his hand. With quick work you slip the not over and tighten it. Pulling Nathan up against the headboard. Both arms restrained. "Fuckin' hell…" A red blush shot over his cheeks. "W-What… What are you going to do…?"
"I believe you're familiar with these kinds of situations." Patting him playfully on the cheek. "Don't worry." Giving a small kiss to his lips. "It's going to be fun."
"You're such a fucking tease." He scoffs playfully as you pull back just in time for him to kiss you back. "If I'd known…"
"Oh, I know..." Slowly feeling up those thick muscly thighs of his. "Surprise is… part of the fun… we're about to have."
"I could strangle you with those." He offers, not resisting your teasing temptations along his thighs. "If you're into that."
"And I once again believe you." Patting his thighs. "For now, put it on your list. Who knows when… and… if we might run into each other…" Slowly letting your hands glide along his thighs and up to his pelvis. The black shorts didn't lie. A forceful strain was working against it. A cock bulged in all its glory into the fabric.
"You bet we will..." He breathed heavily. "You bet…." Chest rising and falling as he watched eagerly with anticipation.
"I… already… look… forward… to… it." With each word you pressed a kiss to his thigh, gently working inwards. Finishing the last kiss on his stomach. Inches above his underwear while keeping intimate eye contact.
With a sudden move, he throws his legs around your neck. It's rather violent as his feet skid against the back of your head. The motion pulls you in further. Locking you inside his powerful muscles and his pelvis. You anticipated it, and let it happen. "No shoes... on the bed." Nathan smiles as he struggles to maintain the hold on you. The blood he needed so desperately in the muscles was clearly pumped somewhere else. His strength faltered with each fleeting second. If you'd let him, he could flip you over. Seat himself on top of you. And work from there on out.
But his body didn't cooperate. The pressure his muscles exerted on you began to slip. His situation was lost the moment he realized you still have your hands free. He eyes your movement, as one hand cradles his hips. The other reaches behind your back. "Careful now…" And slowly reveal a knife. "This'll set you free."
"Don't you-…" Nathan stuttered and sucked in this nervous breath. Loosening the strain in his muscles. Giving you more freedom of movement. But still close. Very close. "Hold on!" He exclaimed as he breathed heavily, watching you glide the knife's edge along the ridges of his abs. Trying to control his breathing as the point slid from hill to valley across his six-pack. "F-F-Fuck." With little to no pressure on it, you only leave Nathan shuddering and hairs rising on his body. "Y-You know what you're doing…? Right?"
Nathan tried to stay still, control himself as much as possible, as you let the blade bite into the fabric of his underwear. "Do you…?"
The band of his underwear is tight. The blade sharp. The point lethal. Cautiously you let it dance across the fabric. Small strands already began to tear and rip with the slightest pressure. His legs merely dangle across your back. Nathan had surrendered his position to you. Watching you. "C-Carefull… with the… j-jewels." He stammered as he watched the blade slide along his length. The tense and dense strained fabric being the only protection. Small holes begin to tear and from on places where you had stroked the blade along.
"Stay still." With a further warning, you slip the point under the sleeve on his right leg. Nathan froze as the cold steel picked his skin. Wedged between his skin and the black underwear, you begin to work upwards. With each inch you move upwards the bigger Nathan's eyes grow. Holding his breath. A mix of fear and anticipation washed over his face as the blade moved up. Separating the fabric on the sharpest edge. Revealing more skin. More of his cock.
What remains is the band at the top, holding it all together. With the slightest pressure on the inside, the tight band gives way. With a snap it and a sigh of relief it pops into view. Long and girthy. Tall and proud. Nathan's cock.
"You're already breathless." And grin to yourself at your success. Gently putting the knife aside on the mattress. Nathan's eyes dart back and forth. There's not a chance he's able to use it. And he knows it. "Safety first." Mouthing the words as you went down.
Slow and tantalizingly, you let your tongue connect to the underside. Nathan's attention is all yours as you feel the rippling veins glide along your tongue. All the way to the top. His cockhead glistened in anticipation. The look on Nathan's face. His eyes begging you. "-...and I haven't even started."
Tilting your head sideways, you begin kissing the underside again. Slowly letting your lips catch the ridges and wet the deeper crevices. It twitches at your careful touches. Hardening even further. Skin tight and hard under your lips. He's yours, you have to remind yourself. Working up and down several times makes Nathan weak. His legs, as muscled and rugged as they are, you lower them to the mattress. "At… least take something off." Nathan pleaded. "Let me have that."
You love the tone Nathan pleaded. That submissive tone as he hung tied to the bed. Cock rock hard. Pleading for you. Rather than taking in the image of his muscled figure, bound and begging. You let your lips and tongue explore. Feel it. Caress it. Worship almost. That heaving chest rose and fell as you began your journey on the highs and lows of his sixpack. Nustling your nose along the lines as well as your lips. Your tongue tasting it. The discolored skin, the bruises, the groan and moans as you felt it all. With his firm round pecs, those nipples. Hard and ready. This high up already, you feel your body pressed into his. Cock to cock. Trailing the lines of his chest and pecs up to his collarbone. Nathan won't stop you. Won't fight you. Working your way along his neck and up, meeting you with his lips. Fierce and wanting. "It's already warm enough for you… isn't it?"
"You… really upped the game." He grinned, watching you move back to where you began—surprised by the feel of a pillow being propped under his ass.
"Walking the line between life and death changes you..." Reinforcing your words with a lick along the length of his cock. "It's really something..."
"I feel honored to have changed you."
"I feel the same." And with that warning, you bend downwards to his asscheeks—hands cupping the underside of his thighs, spreading them wide open. His beautiful round ass converges into this small puckered hole. It's neat. Small. And looks tight. Your eyes glance up and over for a brief moment, past his cock and along his muscles. Connecting your eyes as you move in. Your nose meets the skin under his balls, lips touching his hole. It's super tense. Nathan's shocks in place as you kiss his hole. His asscheeks fighting back. And the muscles in his legs tensing. But your tongue smooths the resistance out.
It's a simple stroke with pressure on the tip that you work into the hole. Tight is an understatement. His hole doesn't give way. The tip barely goes in. Resistance to strong. You give it your full attention and begin lapping the entire entrance with your tongue. Feeling Nathan shudder under your touch. Heavier and heavier. So much his body gives in to the feeling, legs go dumb, and his asscheeks relax. So does his hole. An incredible moan vibrates through the room as you slather your tongue into his hole. Sucking and wetting it again. Fighting against the resistance. You maul away, eating and suckling away at his hole.
"J-J..-Just fucking go for it." Nathan cursing your name repeatedly. The tough man slowly began to sink into submission. It's only a matter of time. More curses spilled from his lips as he fought against his restraints and conflicted feelings.
Slow and sensual laps of your tongue along and around his hole calmed him down eventually. Just watching and waiting. Wanting. You test the resistance again—this time with your middle finger. Nails short and hands clean. You gently push. Just softly. "Fuck Yeah…" Nathan whimpered immediately as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His hole tensed on the visitor violating the entrance. Nathan found great pleasure as he lay there moaning. Muscled chest heaving.
But it's just the tip. Your nail was still visible. And you try to push again. Into the resistance. At least deep enough for your nail to disappear. But it won't. Nathan shuddered and moaned from the increasing pressure. Quivering asscheeks and a twitching cock told you more than enough. You pull back and circle his hole with your finger. Tracing along with your tongue. "Again… d-do that… ag-...a-again."
A firm and steady push against his hole let your finger sink in further. It tightened and gripped your finger. Unable to move. You help him ease into it by sending trembles through your finger. That doesn't take long. It loses its tension and accepts you. But you don't stop. Pushing in further. You find enough depth to start penetration. Back and forth, you move your finger. The motion is tense and rugged at first but becomes easier and faster. To mention deeper. All the way up to your knuckle. It's slick and wet. And Nathan loses himself in the motion. Urging you to go faster. Deeper. More. All of it. Everything.
A gaping hole the size of your finger contracts on itself slowly as you pull out. It's mesmerizing to gaze upon. You wait for a few moments, before testing the resistance again. It's become softer. It slides in easier. You don't comment. You just listen to his pleas and curses. In fairness, more pleas turned to begs. The words are half slurred and muttered. But the message is clear. You feel and fill his hole up again. This time your tongue. It's surprisingly wide and accepting from just one finger. You're able to penetrate deep and get in there good.
Nathan's toes curled in on themselves, groaning, losing himself to the sensation. Especially after you push in your thumb. The size does it. The girth rubbing him just the right way. "I'm… cumming." Nathan uttered. "Fuck…"
But no cum came, his cock trembled, and a line of clear substance drooled down his cockhead. His entire body clenched on your motions. That thumb just rubbing him the right way. You can't move it further. But you knew you were close to it—your goal. "Don't break my fingers, Nate."
"I… I don't-…" He muttered through labored breaths. "But… I didn't cum." Gasping for air as he felt your thumb leave.
"Know your body, Nathan." Teasing his hole with your wet fingers, drawing circles around it. "I'm here to show you." Your turn your hand upside down, and with your index and middle finger, you push in. Resistance was futile. They're slick and wet within moments. It only takes Nathan a breath of fresh air to accommodate your fingers. Pushing in further. Curving your finger upwards, you feel him up on the inside. It's somewhere there. You know it.
"Fuck me." Nathan cried out in a curse. "Please…" Turning it into a plea. He lost himself so much, that he rolled his hips into the motion. Wanting it to feel deeper. Fucking himself onto your fingers. Until a sudden burst of cum shot from his slit. Nathan froze and watched himself burst large dollops of cum onto his stomach. This time was a real climax.
You think you got it. You think you found it. It may have brushed your index finger briefly. And it may have cannoned Nathan immediately far over the edge. Again your fingers are locked in that convulsing hole. Tight and warm. Helping him pulse and climax like never before. More exploration was necessary.
"That's… fucking amazing." Nathan sputtered as he came to his senses again. Sucking in the air that he so badly needed. The veins of his cock were swollen and looked ready to burst again. Standing half-mast, but still clearly aroused. You massaged his hole gently with your fingers, letting him come down from this explosive high.
"I think I found it..." And push in. Drilling both your fingers into his violated hole. Wide, gaping, and accepting. Nathan looked at you bewildered. His whole body accepts the next round. Wanting to. As you fingers find purchase within. It's slick and slides easily back and forth. Nathan watches in amazement, and you can see and feel him harden again. The muscles around your fingers tighten and his cock begins to rise again. It's not fully up and running again.
"F-Found… what?" He seems surprised and overwhelmed by his own feelings coming back again. As he stifled a groan from ecstasy. You angle for the right spot. That little spot. A first incidental push pushes sends Nathan shaking again. Just a second later, a substance leaks from his cock. With the muscles contorting on your fingers, it's hard to reach it again. You push again, this time rubbing it. With gentle and well-placed strokes, Nathan locks up again. "I'm cumming… again…" He breathed out with a moan. A milky white substance seeps from his cockhead. In streaks in runs down, seemingly never to end. Pooling on his stomach. As his cock softened. The strings of substance still stuck. His hips were one big mess. Not to mention all the sweat. His body glistened all over. It's gorgeous to look at.
"That's it…." You watch him breathe and gather himself again. His hole was stretched and accepting, yet it pushed your fingers out on its own. "Breathe in… and out." Waiting for him to get down from his high again. You could see the robes had burned into his wrists. The excitement and pleasure were taking their toll on him. His eyes were big. And breathing heavier than before. You could almost see his heart hammering against his chest.
Nathan was consumed by lust and pleasure. Another round was more than welcome, you sensed. You could feel it as you pushed one finger in again. A smile of contentment crept on his face. Groaning through his clenched jaw. Hair stained with sweat, sticking to his forehead. His cock lay soft in the pool of white milky substance. The cum he shot the first round lay still in the crevices of his sixpack. "God… Y-Yes…" He murmured as you moved one finger in and out. Stirring his body into the motion. Rolling his hips with it. "Another finger… p-please…"
You didn't need to do anything. He gasped for air as he rolled his hips onto your finger. Adding the other made him even more happier. Licking his lips, it's almost as if he forgot he was bound. His cock was done for. It hardened a little and grew in length. Rubbing the stain further along his body. But it didn't reach full mast again. You curl your finger into the spot again. And gently rub. "Y-You're making me cum again."
Finding it immediately. The little spot feels firmer than the rest. Stroking it gently again. Making Nathan shudder and shake. He launches himself upwards, but held in place by the ropes, watching his cock twitch. His eyes grow twice the size. Lost in a gaze of pure ecstasy. No cum. Just fluids. His cock pulsed on the spot. Staining little. But not to Nathan. For him, it felt like another orgasm. The air stocked in his throat for a few seconds. Watching his seeming to be orgasm. But then collapses backwards into the mattress. Sucking in the air again.
"I saw… fucking stars…" He stammered. "Dancing… in front of… my eyes." His body looked like a wreck. Short of air. Bodily fluids and life. "Holy shit…"
"You came four times in three minutes." Rubbing your fingers around his hole as Nathan lay there wasted and spet. Staring at the ceiling. "How about the fifth and final?"
"F-u... I don't think I-I.. can take that." He protested, hanging in the restrains. Pulling in the air as fast as he could. Chest rising and falling, the sweat glistening in the sunlight.
"These were only my fingers, Nathan." You lean in and over him, kissing him on the lips. "Can you imagine… Nathan-..." Trialing your finger along his spend body as you left the lingering kiss. His eyes follow you as you return back to your position. "...-what a …cock must feel like?" And massage his entrance again. Your fingers slide in with ease. His eyes flutter for a moment as you massage his insides. Closing his eyes for a moment, you can see him imagining. Relish the thought. And turn to an aggressive drill. Adding your second finger along. "Pounding you… deep inside you…"
"Yes… p-please…" He hampered through his labored breathing, his butt rising from the pillow as you feel another release coming. Nathan shakes, freezes, muscles locked into place. And his prostate was stimulated beyond belief. Again. "I'm… cummin…" And Nathan shakes again. Cock twitches and spurts a bit of fluid onto his stomach. Where it's coming from, you don't know. But it's another streak of fluid added to the mess. Nathan collapses to the mattress with one final moan. His hole pushes out your fingers in the motion. You feel the cramps and pain seeping in. It's numb, and your fingers twitch a little. Their slicked with fluids and stunk a little.
"I don't think you'll be able to walk for the next few hours." You poke his calves and thighs, but find no response whatsoever. Nathan is conscious but somewhere on a different plane of existence. With one of his shirts lying around, you rub your hand clean of wetness. With the knife, you cut the ropes around his wrist. His arms fall spend beside him. "Consider yourself a changed man, Nathan." You whisper in his ear. "That itch down there… it's never going to be the same ever again."
Nathan groaned and protested as the life slowly came back to him. Stars faded away from his vision. And color returned. Mouth sore and dry, a throat like sandpaper. His body tired and worn. Every joint on his body ached. Rubbing his wrists and shoulders, he slowly came to be himself again. "(Y/N)..." Nathan said, his head still spinning. "I w-will find you-…" He sputtered as he fought to get himself on his feet again. At least sit up. His vision somewhat blurry. A shimmer of steel caught his eye, and he saw your smile and the watch disappear on your wrist. "You f-fucker…" But his strength was gone. His legs had given in. His balance was gone. The moment Nathan got himself up to the edge of the mattress, he straight up tumbled forward onto the floor. Smacking face-first into the wooden floor. "I will find… you (Y/N)." He limped onto his back. Watching your contours disappear into the sunlight. "And scratch… e-everything off my list."
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anlian-aishang · 2 days ago
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Mother’s Day With Dadvi: Breeding You Into One
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A loose sequel to this.
Word count: 1200 Tags: levi x reader, smut, alcohol mention, breeding kink, mommy kink, lactation mention, fem!reader
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Silent but spoken, a specialty to the standard routine - such was tonight’s feeling. Stepping through your front door and kicking off your shoes. You chopped the vegetables, Levi sauteed them. Over candlelight and wine, you exchanged your typical small talk, but though the words were few, so much was understood. Namely, the common thought: we would make good parents.
That sentiment hovered like a cloud, one that provides just enough shade but still keeps you warm on a May Mother’s Day. You showered, Levi brushed his teeth, and in bed, you stripped yourselves free of hot summer clothes. 
In a swift motion, Levi rolled from beside you to on top of you. Hands clutched the bedsheets at both sides of your head, strong shoulders kept him perched above you. Gazing down to you, his husky voice hushed, “I want you.” But instead of the usual sultry moves that followed - a bite on the ear, lovemarks on your neck - he pinched your chin and tugged your lips to his, speaking against them, “I want you to be the mother of my children.”
Before today, his speech would have shocked you speechless. But since your practice parenting - helping that lost kid this afternoon - you had noticed changes in your husband that told you exactly what was on his mind. Your healthy womb would house them to health. Your gentle hands would squish their cheeks. Your warm smile would dry their tears. You were perfectly patient and had flawless judgment, the ideal role model for right and wrong. He could think of no better parent, no other person worthy of his seed.
In that mere sliver of moonlight, you could not only see but could decipher the look on his face. In your courtship, in your marriage, it was an expression you had never seen, one he had never donned. Knit brows conveyed his seriousness, clenched jaw signaled his determination. At the same time, his fervent desires were softened by that light-pink blush and anxious stare. So capable. So adorable. 
Your fingernail traced his figure, “Levi,” abdomen to chest, chest to neck, neck to lips, up until your eyes landed on his, “breed me.”
Oh, how you had no idea… how deeply he took your words to heart. Twinkling stars shined in his eyes, nearly brimming with tears. He had never imagined that he would become a father, but like all other impossibilities he saw in his life, you had dismantled his greatest obstacles. For Levi Ackerman, it was a life of many. Tender hand tucked your hair behind your ear, loving lips poured praise into it, “I’m the luckiest bastard on earth, you know that?”
It was a sweet moment, But oh, how clueless you were… into the feral fucking that followed.
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Laying with Levi always left you fulfilled yet depleted. A pleasure that raised you to the highest of highs, the result of stimulation that had you drenched and gasping. All the nights you had spent, he acted with one purpose: to make you feel good, to make you cum hard, and run it back as many times as you could stand. Tonight, though, held a difference. A new drive commanded his movements, one that so happened to drain you more than ever, pleasing you in a way nothing since had.
His mouth propped between your legs, fingers spread you wide, tongue thrust deep, making you nice and wet for the upcoming penetration. Levi’s hips rutted into the mattress, “Fuck!” He could feel it already - how far he would slide into you, how entirely he would fill you - all with slickened ease. 
Not only his saliva, but your arousal - their mix the perfect lubricant. Swallowing his seed up to your cervix, your cream would secure it there until that missed period, until that pregnancy test read positive. You could not wait until that moment, and every second that he ate you out was one more added.
Levi was not the only one who had gone animalistic. With an innate strength, you thrust your hand in his hair and curled your fingernails against his scalp. A selfish yank of his tangles brought his face to your chest. Heels placed heavily on his shoulders brought your entrance to his tip - both glistening with overflow. In a year, you would be singing nursery rhymes, but that pitch was nothing like the serenade you sung now, “My cunt is waiting.”
Tendons rose in his neck, a bright crimson flush. A bite on your breast simultaneous with his sheathe inside. Your breathless gasp, he growled over it, “Mommy can’t wait, huh?” A satisfied snicker, Levi nearly rolled his eyes, “So needy…”
In the throes of his deep, penetrating pumps, you did not even try to deny it. Instead, you doubled down. Arching your back, you met his face with your cleavage, “S-Suck them…” 
Your every command - his mantra. What a multitasker you married. The acute angle of his hips maintained, your deepest depths reached, all while his teeth sandwiched your curves and tongue swirled over your nipple. His jaw sucked its oscillating rhythm. But as you rolled your head back, your sigh of bliss was cut off by a horrifying thought: if you started producing, would he stop this?
At a time less riling, you may have bit your tongue, but with your concentration so seized by his sensation, you could not stop yourself from the search for reassurance. Palm met his undercut, thumb rubbed his cheek, garnering his attention. 
“If you do me right,” light pants interrupted your speech - you cupped your breast in your hand, feeling your heart pound against it, and gave a jostle, “these will be filled with milk soon.”
Levi’s eyes narrowed, pupils dilated. Biting his lip, attempting to repress himself, his erection surged regardless. He hoped you would not notice. Funny, he was making babies with you, but his lactation kink still remained a secret - his deepest darkest one. Shit, how you were testing him now: physically nearing climax, mentally embarrassed to hell. Levi swallowed, responding the best he knew how, “You think I haven’t thought of that?”
A nervous smile, you pressed further, “You gonna keep this up - when that time comes?”
Levi nestled himself further into your breast and grinned against your skin. “Come on, sweetheart…” teasing eyes and mocking voice, “think a little more of me, will you?”
Added to your sweltering heat, stinging nerves, tidaling waves - a blanket of calm. Your insecurities washed away - Levi always their cleanser. No one else would you trust to father your children, no one else’s cum would you cherish like this, no one else you would rather feed your breastmilk to.
Little did you know, he felt the same about drinking it. He could only imagine how good you would taste. You would have never imagined how much he would love it.
In exactly nine months, that time would come.
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dxrrxh · 2 days ago
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NSFW: if you’re under 18 shoo shoo
Imagine…
Izuku who doesn’t realize how big he really is. He’s confused whenever you cry while he’s fucking you. When tears brim in your eyes when he only puts the tip in. He holds you in his lap craddling your head telling you it’s okay and he’ll be gentle. That he won’t hurt you. He inches deeper and deeper inside you trying his best to keep his word to not hurt you. The stretch your pussy gets from his big cock is incredible making you let out airy moans. When he finally bottoms out he starts fucking your poor, throbbing pussy immediately not giving you any time to get comfortable on his length. He’s in pure heaven fucking your tight warm cunt. He goes deeper and deeper with every thrust as you lay your head in his shoulder biting his neck trying to quiet yourself. And his thick, fat cock is accompanied with a heavy pair of balls filled with cum slapping against you with every thrust. “Izuku please, s-slow down.” You cry. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass chasing his own orgasm too lost in the feeling of your pussy sucking him deeper with every thrust. “You’re doing so good taking me.” He says through his teeth. When he cums his moans are high pitched and long. You hug him tightly feeling his warm cum shoot deep inside of you leaving you pulsing around his fat cock.
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expelliarweasley · 2 days ago
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eyes locked | fred weasley smut
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pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader, (royal!au) warnings: 18+ (nsfw), edging, a bit of voyeurism, royal walking piece of sex appeal fred weasley, son of the earl of idk. just pure filth fuck idk again (pls tell me if i forgot anything) prompts: "sit there, and stay pretty for me, yeah?"
summary: to grow up with the weasley royal family had its pros and cons; and while serving them food with constant burns on hands when the food was to be served too hotly, y/n couldn't find herself to complain - especially when she could see fred weasley every time she does so, the man of her fantasies. consequently enough, she was fred weasley's favourite maiden.
It had been years ever since she had been serving the Weasley family, and it has been years since she had been feeling all sorts of intimacy with the family's older twin, the one being the honourable Fred Weasley.
All stealing glances she throws at him whenever he struts down to the dining hall during breakfast in his loose, cotton, frilled shirt with his hair laying down his forehead haphazardly, she couldn't help but find herself be enthralled. It also didn't help that whenever she helps farmworkers harvest every Saturday of the week with all of the siblings seemingly done with their school work, she gets to see them bond with each other through Quidditch – it didn't help when Fred looked like that. She finds herself in a trance most of the time, and Madame Pince, the family's governess that comes along with the Housekeeper, Madame Pomfrey, had always had to keep an extra eye on her whenever deems so.
Alas, like every other damsel in distress over the fact that they're in love with that of the lords or ladies of the country, whether small or big the kingdom they govern be – the possibility of anything happening is zero to none. So, she stays behind. Eyes flickering every now and then whenever Fred walks by, her senses immediately filled with the scent of orange and burnt wood – much like a cigar with an undertone of cinnamon; a scent she often tried to recreate crumpets whenever she finds herself longing for the lad.
It was an unspoken rule, however, but as she ventured towards the age of exploration and piquing curiosity, she finds herself basking in Fred's aura and appeal; something she didn't expect to kick in earlier in his maturity, foreseen, nonetheless. And while she stares a tad longer than usual, she can't help but realise that Fred is too. However, most times than usual, she dismisses the thought.
And this is the reason why she was biting on her lower lip as she walked the carpeted rugs after Madame Pomfrey descended to the Kitchens as Y/N was helping the house elves in preparing tonight's dinner with Lady Ginny's fiancé, to tell her that the Hon. Fred Weasley had asked for her presence.
"I don't know, Miss Y/N," Madame Pomfrey replies, ushering her up the stairs with such force that only meant urgency. "Just go up to Lord Fred and make it quick!" she calls when Y/N had successfully ascended the stairs. She looked behind her and sighed audibly, nerves conjuring up her system as she tried to rack her reasons as to why Fred specifically asked for her.
"Took you long enough," Fred says after the doors of the Master Bath had opened, revealing to him the only maiden that had captured his eyes even before he knew how to describe the feelings he felt. His eyes glossed over her figure, a bit messy considering she had just come from the kitchens, albeit still very breathtaking.
"I'm sorry, your hi -" Y/N curtsied.
"You're way past that," Fred chuckles, standing with his torso exposed as he stood before three mannequins which wore three breathtaking, intricate pieces. One royal blue, one brown, and one signature Fred Weasley golden yellow.
It took a while, with Y/N just standing there as she waited for Fred's orders as he stood there as well, with his hands holding his chin as he - as Y/N assumed - decided which of the suits was he to wear for the dinner tonight.
"What colours will the linens be tonight?" Fred suddenly asked, whipping his head towards the maiden as he slightly smirked to himself as he had caught her checking him out.
"Oh, uh -" she shook her head, cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as her mind tried to remember what linens Madame Pomfrey had set out on the table. "Blue, sire."
Fred hummed, "Come here,"
Y/N's eyes widened, though subtly. She walked towards Fred with such caution that Fred rolled his eyes and had to hold her wrist and pull her towards him. Y/N gasped with the action, as Fred still held the smug expression he had before.
"Choose for me," he ordered, softly, though still expressed with such command. And while Y/N tried to not give mind to Fred's eyes seemingly stuck on her, she gulped, before replying, "Yellow."
The earl's son's eyebrow rose up, pleased with her choice. Their eyes met, and Y/N's breath hitched when she realised the proximity between them. It was - dare she says, too little.
"Ah," Fred beamed, eyes flickering down to her lips, almost leaning in but as their lips almost touched, he took a step back before clapping his hands for the unchosen clothing to go back to his closet.
Paying no mind to the dumbfounded lady standing in the middle of the marble bathroom, he made his way to the tub, opening the faucet and his hands dipping in to gauge the temperature of the water. He removed his trousers, shaking his head slightly to spare his face from the hair that sprawled his forehead, before taking a step in the tub.
Y/N watched him from the corner of her eyes, too flustered yet still too scared to watch him. Every fibre of her body was begging her to turn around, but she was glad she still had the will to not do so.
But Fred has a different idea in mind.
"Sir," Y/N cleared her throat, her back still facing Fred, her skin balming with sweat as she finds the hairs on her body rising as her throat started to dry up as tension filled the atmosphere.
Fred hummed in acknowledgement.
"Sir, I -"
"I'm afraid it is against courtesy to have your back to me when speaking." Fred cuts her off, index finger coming to play between his lips as his elbow leaned against the curb of the tub.
Y/N gulped before gasping at the sight before her. Hair darker than its usual vibrant orange, chest littered with freckles, and a goddamn tease of the lad's v-line trailed off quite teasingly towards the water as Fred held himself up from the depths of the tub.
"Sir," she repeated after a moment of blankness, "what do you need me for?"
Fred smirked, for the nth time of today. Whipping his wand that sat on the opposite curb of the tub, a chair was summoned miles away, though still directly in his line of vision.
"Sit there," Fred points towards the chair that he had just recently summoned, "and stay pretty for me, yeah?"
And Y/N nodded, though still warily stood there as if she was waiting for clearer instruction. "Well?" Fred asks until realisation dawns on him, "if there were anything else, I would have told you, wouldn't I?"
The maiden's cheeks reddened once more, nodding at the directive before sitting right in front of him. So close, yet so far away, she thought. And she couldn't help but squirm as Fred keeps his eyes locked on her, her underwear dampening at the sight.
Soon enough, her eyes widen as Fred reveals he had taken off his pants. Not too long after, she was squirming as she sees a familiar jolt of his biceps.
Fred Weasley was touching himself.
Fred smirked as he saw her fidget, his hands slipping to his cock starting to harden at the sight before him. His hands wrapped around his shaft, his palm engulfing the skin of his dick in such slow strokes, almost as if he was teasing himself right in front of the lady that had been the star of his naughty dreams recently.
"Eyes on me," he says, teeth coming down to bite on his lower lip, when your eyes met his, he chuckled, "Hi, princess," he winked as Y/N became impossibly redder.
His hands came to squeeze lightly on the base of his shaft, and his thumb running across his slit now oozing with pre-cum, making him jolt every now and then, trying so desperately hard to keep his eyes on Y/N.
"God, what a sight you are, angel," Fred groans, hips bucking up to meet every time his hands descend, his free hand holding on to the flat marble surface of the tub's curb as he tried to chase his release that was far from coming. His eyes glossed over to Y/N, who was obviously rubbing her thighs.
"Princess," he says breathlessly, catching Y/N's attention, "enough of that."
Almost immediately, Y/N halts the movement with her thighs. Instead, she holds on to the edges of her seat as she was certain her lips are almost stripped off flesh by the way she was biting on them so hard.
"Sir," she whispered, and even so quiet, Fred has heard her, and when he sees her struggle against the orders he had given her, he groans, eyes rolling back almost to the back of her spine.
"Fuck, shi - yes, Y/N - fuck - what?" he tries to form a coherent sentence as he feels his body forming his much-needed release, "Shit, princess, looking so bloody beautiful like that - fuck, look what you do to me."
Y/N moaned, her hips discreetly rocking against the chair as she tried to give herself relief from tension, all thoughts of dignity came flying out the window as the desire to touch herself became not a want but a dire need. However, she knew, Fred was against disobedience whenever he gave orders until deemed reasonable.
"Princess - take your clothes off - ah - now, and no touching," he demands, leaning against the marble walls of the tub as the hand that he used for him to lean on the tub came down to squeeze on his balls as he simultaneously jacked off.
Y/N was quick to oblige, hands immediately coming to the dress that she wore atop her brown sleeves, she slipped it down her body, before pulling the brown turtleneck upwards to reveal to Fred the body that he has been imagining each night.
"You're a fucking goddess," Fred groaned, biting down on his lip as he chased his orgasm, eyes flickering towards her as he tried to keep his eyes open. Y/N, now fully nude, blushed at the comment, before sitting back on the chair.
And while she was frustrated up to no extent that she couldn't touch herself, she felt pride surging in as she realises that Fred was doing it in front of her, because of her.
"Sir," she says seductively, "you're so hot."
Fred chuckled amidst his desire to release, "Thank you," he tried to reply as pleasure took over him. And when he finds himself so desperate to release, the buck of hips became much more erratic and aggressive, "Oh, fucking shit - Y/N - gods -" he drawled out a long moan, cutting himself off.
He took one spare glance again at Y/N, before coming on his hand, both of his hands still touching him as he caught his breath. He sighed, "God, fuck," he moaned as he felt his force to keep still on the bathtub deflate as strength almost seemed to be sucked out of him.
Y/N sat there, breath heavy and chest heaving as she was - so bloody turned on.
"Com -"
"Lord Weasley, sire?" a maid knocks on the door, "Lord George Weasley has been asking about you whether you'll be down anytime sooner,"
Fred rolled his eyes, making Y/N laugh. His eyes travelled to Y/N, winking at her as she laughed, making her duck her head as she tried to hide her shyness.
"What time is it?" he mouths over Y/N, eyes widening when he realises it was five minutes before dinner. "I'll be down in three! Tell George to calm the hell out."
As soon as the maiden leaves, he turns to Y/N and makes a face, "Fucking cockblock,"
He steps out of the tub after cleaning himself, putting on his robes before walking towards Y/N to help her wear her clothing back. He made her turn around as he adjusted the fabric of her turtleneck at the back, lips coming down to kiss behind her left ear, "The chambers, after dinner," he whispers, nibbling on her earlobe, "we're not yet finished."
Y/N turns around, meeting his mischievous glare with her interested stare, making Fred smile and kiss her forehead before becoming her to the door.
"You're dismissed," Fred calls out. And as she was about to close the door, she heard Fred say, "for now."
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multi-stann · a day ago
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So I was thinking dbf!Bucky and reader where the reader finds out that her bf cheated on her because he thinks that she is a prude. She has had sex before but it wasn’t great for her so she doesn’t want to do it again at least not until she finds someone she really wants to be with and she always had a crush on Bucky. Bucky is in mid to late 30s while reader is early 20s. If it involves a daddy kink and squirting that would be awesome!
ohhhh, can do!! thank u for submitting something!🥹
18+ ONLY. again…..this got longer than it should have. soft but dirty and daddy kink as you asked!!(along with squirting!!! hehe) not proofread lol
i might’ve accidentally messed up on this twice and STILL got it wrong. i’m sorry if i read this wrong😭😅 my brain is sleepy🥲
it’s been around two months since you and your boyfriend called things off. the jerk had the wrong idea to cheat on you and that he could get away with it.
but things have been heavy. your mom and dad welcomed you back home since you and him shared an apartment together- so you moved out. it’s been a while since you’ve been back home. it’s nice and peaceful, thankfully your parents have money falling out of their asses so you can rest from work for a little bit too.
your parents are going out for a date night tonight, but you hear the doorbell ring as you’re sitting on the couch. your momma asks you to get it so you go and open the door. you’re greeted by a familiar face, a ruggedly handsome one too. you smile, “bucky??” he smiles once he recognizes you and he pulls you into his arms. “hey, peach! it’s nice to see ya again!” “it’s good to see you too! haven’t seen you in nearly a year!” you giggle and you both walk in.
your mom and dad both come down and explain how they’re going on a date night, that they won’t be home. but bucky says that if it’s okay with you that he can stay and you can both catch up- talk about work and stuff. you happily agree- having a little crush on him might play a part there- and then your parents leave.
“we have some pasta if you’re hungry?” “oh that sounds really good, peach.” you get the pasta out of the fridge and start to fix him a plate along with a small salad, and some wine. “so what’s been going on? any relationship drama? how’s that boyfriend of yours?” he asks as he takes a sip of the wine, and you sigh shakily. “he cheated on me, because i wouldn’t have sex with him anymore.” you admit as you begin to warm up the pasta, back facing him.
you hear a very unpleasant sound come from buckys mouth. “really?? that’s a shitty thing to do, he should’ve been lucky to even have you!” he exclaims before taking another sip. you feel your cheeks warm up and you turn around, “no one’s thought that way about me, bucky.” “i’m sure there are plenty of men out there that would think that way, peach.” you bite your lower lip and nod, “i just- the first time wasn’t good for me ya know? he made me feel bad for not wanting to do it again….i just want to wait for someone that’ll treat me right.”
bucky sits quietly for a moment and the microwave beeps shortly after. you grab the plate and serve it to him with a fork and a napkin and extra cheese. he thanks you and starts to eat, thinking things over in his head. you think that maybe you over stepped, but when you go to walk out he stops you. “he’s an asshole, peach- honestly. if you were mine- or if you ever gave me the chance to treat you right….you’d be treated how you deserve to be treated, how you’re wanting to be treated. it’s only how every woman deserves to be treated after all.” he says softly before he wipes his mouth off.
“bucky i- i don’t know what to say.” he shakes his head, “you don’t have to say anything. you can walk out and after i eat i’ll leave and we can forget we ever talked about this, or you can come over here and sit beside me, then i can show you how you should be treated.” you think it over as he starts to eat again. you fidget with your fingers and your heart beat quickens. god….he’s a walking sin. he’s beautiful and he’s asking you to give him a chance??
your legs move you to the seat beside him and you sit. he chuckles and places his hand on your thigh, “i’ll be back.” he then gets up and puts his plate and stuff up before going to the bathroom. he uses the spare toothbrush they have in the guest bathroom and cleans up a little before coming back. when he does you’re eating some strawberries while sitting on the counter. buckys mouth twitches up into a smile and he stands between your legs. “can i have a taste?” he asks you. you smile and nod but before you can give him one his lips press to yours, and you drop the berry back into the bowl as his tongue sweeps over your lips, tasting the berry.
he pulls you closer to him and you tangle your fingers into his short hair as you’re pressed against each other, you already a panting mess. “just tell me to stop when you want to and i will….okay?” you nod and he kisses you again, his lips soft but plump and they feel so fucking good against yours. you can’t help but to want him, need him. his hands knead your thighs and finally one comes to your core and rubs you softly over your shorts. “can i?” you nod, “yes bucky-.” “call me something else, peach. anything.” he smiles before kissing your cheek, then he grips your waist band and waits. “yes….daddy.” you meekly say, a little scared to, but he growls a little once you do and he slips your panties and shorts off in one go.
you moan and his hand cups your mound, his lips trailing your neck and sucking on the skin there. “pretty girl….if you’ll let me, i’ll fuck you in every position there is if you let me.” he hums close to your ear before his fingers start to rub your clit, teasing you. “would you like that, peach? have you bent over, in doggy, sixty nine, against a wall, in the shower, manhandling you any way i want to?” your breath hitches and he bites your earlobe before he sinks a finger in- seeing that you’re soaked already. you moan a little and he begins to curl it into your spot, his other hand going to the hem of your shirt. “take it off, p-please?”
bucky takes it off with a little help from you before he goes and starts to suckle on your nipple, his other hand massaging and playing with the other. it all has you in a wild blissful feeling- having sex on the kitchen counter with a man more than ten years older than you, in your parents house, on a sunday afternoon. god….it’s so sinful but so heavenly- so free. you moan when he bites down a little on your nipple, he groans from the sound.
soon enough he enters a second finger and moves them quick, his lips sucking bruises where others won’t see them. when he’s had his fun there he brings his lips back to yours and peppers kisses all over your lips, gently biting the bottom one. “just let me know after this, if you want to give me more opportunities to show you how a real man will treat you. i promise you’re a fucking gem, and gems don’t get shoved away, broken, and carelessly taken advantage of and used- they shouldn’t anyways. i’ll do everything i can to make you feel loved, cherished, and cared for.” you moan when he adds a third finger and your eyes flutter closed.
buckys cock is achingly hard but he can’t focus too much on that, he’s focused on you. how pretty and blissed put you look as he curls his fingers inside of your warm and wet pussy. how the little gasps and moans you make have him pressing up against you even further- as much as he can. “i’ll- i’ll give you every chance you want. wanted you for a- a while now, daddy.” you moan out sinfully. he groans and kiss your jaw down to your neck again, then you grab at his biceps when you feel yourself getting close. “don’t wanna cum like this, p-please. wanna cum on your cock daddy.” you whine out, pleadingly. “why not both, peach? hmm?? want you to cum whenever you feel like it, want all of it.” he husks out and you squeal, your body shuddering as he rubs your clit too.
you do cum like that, three of his fingers knuckle deep inside of you as you do so. he guides you with a soft tone as you come undone, and he doesn’t stop until he feels you finish. “good girl….did so good, peach.” he hums before pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, then you start on his belt. bucky can’t help but chuckle at your eagerness and he takes his shirt off too.
he gets fully unclothed pretty quickly and lines the head of his throbbing cock up with your entrance. you whimper and shimmy closer, bucky then grabs your ass cheeks and pushes into you. you wrap your arms around his neck as he pushes in, taking it a little slow since this is only your second time taking a cock, but also someone of this size. “oh fuck!” you moan when he’s completely inside of you, then he slowly begins to thrust as his thumb rests on your clit, him pushing you down gently onto the counter so you’re laying down on your back. he spreads your legs a little more and then rubs your clit, your legs shaking a little. “daddy! daddy it feels so good…!” you moan out loudly.
you brace yourself as best you can onto the counter and finally one of his hands lock with yours and he fucks you nice and deep and hard, but not too fast. you squeeze his hand tightly and moans slip out of your mouth as he pleasures you. “daddy, want you to fill me up, please?” you ask through pants of breath, his groans and soft moans becoming louder. “always, peach….as much as you want.” he groans as he pinches your clit, which has you squealing.
buckys main goal is to get you to cum before him again. he slaps your clit a few times and you feel the huge pressure building up. you’ve never felt pressure like this before. your moans are growing higher and high, louder and louder. your eyes are rolled into the back of your head, and as bucky says “cum for me, peach. cum for me!!” in a growl, you do. your whole body shakes and quivers and a gush of liquid squirts out of you as you cum. bucky manages to thrust a couple of more times and he cums inside of you with just a little more than the tip in, as he rubs your clit.
when he sees you’re done, he fucks his cum a little deeper which has you shivering, but soon enough he picks you up and cradles you to him, his hands brushing over your back. “feel good huh? promise it’ll feel like that every time if you’re with me, peach. wanna treat you and make you feel so good.” he coos softly as he rubs your hair, helping you come down from the after high.
you hum and nod, wrapping your arms around him. “want you bucky….i want it all.” bucky smiles sweetly, then kisses your head. “good, because our first date is tomorrow.”
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rosewould · 2 days ago
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slut; csb
part i | part ii
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words: 5.05k (oof)
warnings: mentions of a corruption kink, overstimulation, fingering, v light bondage, long as shit
preface: This is the sequel to brat but with a different member if that makes sense. I guess it makes sense that this is long since it’s about overstimulation? I’m probably just overdoing it haha :|
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Ever since Beomgyu ripped your bra off, you have yet to put one back on. Not only that, but you can't help but imagine how every guy you see would make you feel good. Imagining that cashier bending you over the counter. The bartender pushing all the shot glasses off the bar and fucking you into it. Imagining your doctor ripping your clothes off and spreading your legs open on the examination table.
The best part? They were mostly doing the same to you. You rarely got turned down. The only people you didn't pursue were in relationships since they mostly had self-restraint. Mostly. No one really understands your body like Beomgyu does, but now he's in a stupid relationship. You wouldn't even dare ask if he'd cheat since his girlfriend is so likable. The shocked face that Soobin sported after you explained all of this made you squirm.
"What?" You ask, trying to hide your worry with annoyance.
"I don't even know where to start... You really slept with your doctor? And did you seriously consider breaking up Beomgyu's relationship?" He shifts toward you so that his knee is resting on the couch. The judging look on his face made you shrink.
"I only thought about it! And Soobin that's what I'm-" You sigh, throwing your head back in frustration. "That's my whole point. No one is innocent. We all have those thoughts."
"Who's we? I don't do that." Soobin turned his body back towards the TV as he flashed you an 'are you crazy' look.
You scowl at the side of his head. Even though he was really annoying sometimes, you were closest to Soobin. He was your straight-laced mom friend. A part of you almost believed him when he said he didn't have those dirty thoughts. He covered his eyes and groaned during kiss scenes. He seemed actively repulsed by any signs of physical affection.
But you didn't completely believe him. He was human after all.
"Yeah right. You think of me that way and I, you." A smile spreads across your face as a look of horror contorts his. He slowly turns his head towards you.
"You WHAT?!"
"Soobin you're so fuckin' overdramatic. It doesn't mean I actually wanna fuck you. Let's be real, if we felt like that at all, we would've done it already. Just like Beomgyu and I."
"Okay but you keep ignoring the fact that I. Don't. Do. That." Soobin punctuates each word as if it makes his lie any more believable.
"I just don't understand why you have to lie. I won't judge you like you judge me." You finally turn and watch the movie you forgot was playing.
"You... If you really don't believe me, go ahead and test it."
You snap your head towards him. It was clear that he had no confidence in this test of his. He was just so hellbent on being this beacon of purity and innocence. He viewed sex as this tool of corruption that would poison his clean soul if he even thought about it. You roll your eyes.
"No. I believe you." You cross your arms and turn away from him.
"I can tell you're lying. Just do it. I don't care." Soobin presses on.
Sighing, you ignore him. You actually started getting invested in the story.
"Oh, is this that documentary about-" You slowly look down to see a hand on your thigh. You pan to your right and see Soobin with a wavering look of confidence on his face.
"S-See?? I think it's degrading to picture people in such a fashion, so I just don't do it." He unhands your thigh and attempts to return to normal. You gawk at him, noting the way his ears were slowly turning red.
"Degrading, huh?"
Soobin nods frantically, refusing to look at you. It was one thing to look at you like you were this disgusting creature for normal human behavior, but to lie as well? It was time to teach him a lesson.
"That was nothing. You want me to really test you? Fine." You slowly crawl over to him on your hands and knees. You can see his eyes flickering towards you. He swallows hard, trying to tear his eyes away for good. He fails to do so as your face gets closer and closer to his. When your face is close enough for him to feel puffs of breath on his cheek, your eyes flicker towards his lips and then back to his eyes.
"Can I do what I want to you?" You whisper.
He swallows again, his adam's apple bobbing. You bite your lip as you watch it. Your lips graze the skin on his throat. He shudders in response. The smirk that stretches across your face did so without your permission. Without warning, you swing your leg over his lap to straddle him. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Binnie... your face is so red." You pout as you stroke his cheek. "Why is that?"
"What?? I-It's because this is embarrassing! Why else?" He stammers.
You coo at him as you stroke his cheek some more. He clenches his eyes shut and presses his lips into a thin line.
"Why do you look so scared? Baby... you can degrade me all you want." You chuckle at the way he exhales shakily. You stare into his eyes to see who'd break first. It was obvious who'd win, but he was being annoyingly persistent. After ages of a staring contest, you decide to put on some pressure.
"I'm not gonna lie Soobin... the thought of doing what I want with you is making me really..." You trail off, breathing heavier as you clench your thighs. You caress his face with both hands before biting your lip. You slowly release the flesh, looking straight into his eyes. Soobin clears his throat shifting uncomfortably.
Dipping your head down, you ghost your lips over his. You hear his breath hitch at the sudden motion. Ever so slightly your lips graze his. You grin as you notice his breathing stop.
"Nothing?" You ask in an innocent voice.
Soobin clenches his eyes shut, finally exhaling. "Nope. Not one fantasy." He looks up at you, not rigid in the slightest, but you can sense his determination in the way his expression hardened.
You groan and kick your leg over him. You return to your previous spot on the couch and cross your arms again.
"Fine. I'm a gross pervert."
You'd be lying if you said you quit because he was annoying. There's nothing like taming a brat. It wasn't even because you thought he was too stubborn to crack even though he really wanted to. You couldn't ignore that nagging feeling you got. The reason you didn't get started on your journey into ecstasy immediately.
"What are you doing?" Taehyun spat with a scowl. Your eyes were as wide as two moons as you flew back into your seat. Your limbs were stuck in place, fearing that if you moved you would trigger some sort of world-ending event. You clenched your eyes shut, cursing under your breath.
"I-I'm sorry. I must've read the room wrong." You hoped-- prayed for a sign that you were overreacting. A sign that at the most he was caught off guard and wasn't actually rejecting you.
"Yeah, you did." He cuts his eyes towards you as he starts his car. "I'm dropping you off."
Ever since that day you've been beating yourself up. You were such a fucking idiot. Beomgyu had given you the news that you couldn't fool around anymore and you clumsily ruined your relationship with someone else. You try not to think about it, distract yourself, but you couldn't help but feel overwhelming shame. It was almost enough to make you want to distance yourself from everyone and become celibate. Instead, you just adjusted your approach to be less heavy-handed and clumsy. Through that strategy, you realized that the worst thing people usually say is no. You're fine with that. However...
"What are you doing?"
That feeling of being seen as a desperate, sloppy slut resurfaced when Soobin grimaced at you after you told him about your escapades. The way his demeanor read of disgust made you wanna shrivel up and die.
"You don't care about proving your point anymore?" Soobin asks in a weirdly straightforward tone. You expected him to tease you relentlessly about how you were wrong and he was right. About how you were the weird one after all.
"Just drop it." You snatch the remote from the couch and turn the volume up before tossing it back. You lean back into the couch, ignoring the fact that Soobin's eyes were burning into the side of your head. He'd probably ask what he did wrong and you'd have the stupid back and forth where he tries to pry it out of you. As the silent staring continues for an infuriating amount of time, you get less willing to hear whatever he was going to say. You see him fidgeting nervously out of the corner of your eye.
"I-"
"I said drop it."
Soobin sits there for a moment. Finally, he tears his eyes away, looking into his lap. He clenches his jaw, exhaling and shaking his head. He shuts his eyes with a sigh before grabbing the remote. He mutes the TV and looks at you again.
"What do you want? Do you want me to admit defeat again?" You groan before pleading with him to explain himself.
"I... I lied, ___."
The two of you stare at each other, sharing a look that speaks without words. Through his eyes, he expressed his guilt for lying, but also relief that he finally got it off his chest. There was also a hint of shame. You noted that, and expressed a tiny bit of betrayal. He didn't know why his action hurt you, so that wasn't fair. As much as you wanted to grill him for lying, you knew it wouldn't be beneficial to anyone in the end. Your expression shifted to one of apathetic acceptance. Soobin's shoulders untense as he sighs in relief. You laugh, a small part of you glad you didn't give in to the temptation.
"I told you you didn't have to lie or be ashamed. Everyone has those thoughts." You speak softly as if speaking any louder might disrupt the peace you've created.
"No... you don't understand. I... it's not normal." Soobin trails off and looks away at nothing. You scoot closer slightly.
"You're right, I don't understand. But you could help me. What is it, you have weird kinks or something? I promise you I've seen it all." You jokingly suggest. There's no way that Soobin, the man who turns a movie off if it has explicit sex scenes, is kinky. He probably likes missionary with candles lit every time.
"You don't know that." He says under his breath before clearing his throat. He moves his knees away so his back is completely facing you. Intrigued, you scoot closer again. Resting a hand on his shoulder, you peer around his back to look at his face.
"Even if I haven't seen it in real life, I've seen every weird kink online at least twice. Soobin, are you telling me you have a weird kink?"
"If you make fun of me then I'm kicking you out." Soobin turns toward you slowly.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm the biggest whore on the planet? I probably like it too. Just tell me!"
A look of conflict pulls at his features before he finally faces you. He opens his mouth, deciding for the final time if he should say something. He nods as if finally making the decision.
"When I was with Yerim, I discovered that I liked how she looked when I made her..." He nodded while raising his eyebrows as if to signify the next word before continuing, "I liked how her body twisted, her legs shook, and her face contorted. I got so turned on that I would make her do it one more time every time we had sex. Whether it be from going down on her or... fingering... her."
"I'm guessing that's not it?" If it was, the fact that he was so afraid to say it is kinda adorable. You wouldn't dare say that or else he'd kick you out.
"Of course not! Yerim was into it, she actually liked it a lot. So I kept doing it, and I realized that the second orgasm sometimes looked more intense. It made her louder and she lost control a lot easier. So I made her cum again. Her legs..." Soobin's face became beet red as he reminisced about his ex.
"Her legs started to shake so much. Her hips would start bucking up at nothing. Her moans were so high pitched I thought they'd break glass." Soobin's breathing picked up, and you noticed a sort of drowsy look on his face. Almost as if he were high. You swallow hard.
"That's called overstimulation. It's a part of a very popular kink. Orgasm control. No shame in that-"
"I wanted to see how far I could take her. I wanted to see her so overcome by lust that her body didn't know how to possibly react." Soobin says, his breathing labored. He tries to calm himself down. It was his first time thinking about this in depth in a long time. He closed his legs together and shook his head to clear his dirty thoughts.
You sat there dumbfounded. You honestly didn't even know that he and Yerim had sex. You thought they'd wait until marriage. Choi Soobin and Choi Yerim fucking until they physically couldn't take it anymore? More surprisingly, Soobin getting off on extreme overstimulation?
"I watched videos of people tying a wand vibrator to a girl's clit and leaving it there until she was a trembling mess- I'm sorry. I'm... I'm getting too detailed. You get the point."
"I get what you're saying. I'm guessing something happened with Yerim?" You have a sneaking suspicion since Yerim kind of disappeared and Soobin never wanted to talk about it.
Soobin sighs as his head droops like a wilted flower. "I brought the idea up to her and she looked at me like I was crazy. I decided to show her the video and she was utterly disgusted." Soobin emphasized the final two words as he chuckled bitterly. "She told me that I needed help and that I was sick in the head for liking it. She convinced me that I was a horrible person for wanting to do it to her." He picked at a piece of hanging skin on his cuticle as he stared into space. You nip at your lip and look around the room as you debate whether or not you should tell your story.
"I... I was in a car with one of my co-workers and things were getting heated. We were making out, he started to moan into my mouth. He wrapped his arm around my waist, I even felt the tips of his fingers push under the hem of my pants and panties." You quickly glance at Soobin while trying to keep yourself from wanting to shrink into nothing. The thought of your story helping Soobin made you push through the embarrassment.
"He was kissing down my neck and in the heat of the moment, I reached down to palm him through his jeans. He jumped backward and said "What are you doing?" with such potent disbelief that it shocked me. I genuinely had to reflect on my actions, I thought that I had hurt him or read the situation wrong. When I said that I must've, he just went "Yeah, you did." and drove me home immediately."
You shake your head, expressing your confusion and how fed up you are with this memory. "While he was driving me home, he turned and asked me if I always moved that fast after the first date."
After the two of you shared your similar experiences, you feel Soobin's hand crawl over to yours. He slides his thumb under it and you gain a sense of confidence. As you look at each other, you smile.
"You know what? If you hadn't touched him sexually first, he probably would've shoved his hands down your pants. I think he's just intimidated by women who make the first move or something." Soobin pipes up, turning his knees towards you.
"And who is a priss like Yerim to tell you or anybody when a kink has gone too far? I think she's just extremely naive."
You both laugh as you exaggeratedly defend each other. Soobin groans loudly as he kicks his head back.
"I've been wanting to get that off my chest for so long."
As you fully grab his hand, your eyes linger on each other for an amount of time that makes your breath hitch.
"There's another thing as well that I wanted to tell you," Soobin says as he bites his lip.
"Hm?"
"Whenever you speak so confidently about sex I feel really ashamed. I feel like I might've projected that onto you and I'm sorry." Soobin rubs his thumb against your palm as his smile fades.
"Binnie, I get it. Yerim said some fucked up shit. It's normal for you to be affected by it."
"No, it's not because of that- well it kind of is... but it's mostly about my fantasies..."
He looks away and you frown a bit. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I told you, I do it all the time."
"They're not just any fantasies, they're fantasies about you." He finally looks over at you, a tiny hint of shame in his eyes. You gulp, confronted with the assumption you made earlier being confirmed. Something about him admitting it made you shift nervously.
"I mean, I have fantasies about you too." You admit again, but this time it felt weighty. Soobin chuckles and looks down before looking at you.
"No, I fantasize about absolutely ruining you." His eyes turn dark and his mouth hangs open as his eyes rake over your body. Instinctively you clench your thighs. You start to play with the necklace on your neck, unsure of how to react to the change in atmosphere.
"Before you had sex with Beomgyu, you were so innocent. I wanted to wreck that and introduce you to pleasure so raw that you weren't the same after. Beomgyu-- and others-- beat me to it. Honestly, I'm a little jealous." He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. You're completely speechless, it was like you were talking to a completely different person.
"But after I noticed that you've changed, after Beomgyu told me about what the two of you did, I just imagined you as this challenge. I imagined you taking it like a good girl for so long until I finally broke you and made you scream." You felt your heart beating in your throat and you try and swallow it away. It was no use, the way he shamelessly explained his fantasies to you while never breaking his gaze made you shiver. The aura that surrounded the two of you felt so intense. As if it were instinct, you draw closer to him. He watches as you swing your legs so that they lie on top of his. He grabs them and pulls you closer, making you gasp.
"Give me a safe word." He whispers as he leans down, his nose grazing against yours.
"Seafoam."
You lean in to kiss him and he pulls away. He bites his lip before spreading your legs apart. You look down at his hands squeezing your thighs before looking back up at him with your eyebrows drawn together. This already felt like nothing you've experienced before. He smiles at you before pushing his hand into your heat. Your mouth falls open as you lean your forehead against his. He moves his hand upward, drifting his fingers under the hem of your shorts. He uses both hands to yank them down, moving them around to the back to pull them over the swell of your ass. He slides them down your legs and off onto the couch. There was no amount of time he wanted to spend without his hands on you. He eagerly re-applies his hand to your heat. Once he feels a wet spot forming, he hums to himself.
"I hope you're ready for a long night."
He slides a hand under your hem again, this time it's a lacy pair of light blue underwear that barely conceal anything. He hisses as he feels how warm and inviting your pussy is, so inviting that he slides a finger over your slit. You buck up slightly, a hint of a moan squeaking out of your throat. You lean back on your forearms, still making sure to get a good look. The more he rubs his finger up and down your slit, the more your lips are lubricated with your arousal. His eyelids are heavy as he watches his finger move underneath your underwear. He glances over at you, watching how excited you're getting already.
"Honey, I'm barely touching you and you already look so needy for me. You would think you were a virgin." He sinks his finger further into your slit, sliding against your clit and puckered hole. You can see him already starting to get worked up by watching you. You lean up again, and he helps you up by sliding his arm around your back. He pulls you close, pecking your lips softly and pulling away before you can dive for more. You start to whine and Soobin shushes you.
"Be patient. You'll get all the pleasure you need later and then some. Don't you wanna savor this for now?"
The thought of him making you come until you scream for him to stop was riling you up beyond belief, but there was something undeniably pleasant about half sitting on his lap and looking into his deep brown eyes. Bringing you subtle bouts of pleasure while you enjoyed each other's presence. You nod and he finally gives you the deep kiss you've been craving. It's tender, slow, and unbroken as he pulls you in closer.
When he disconnects from your lips his finger finally dips into your entrance. Your lips part as you push your hips forward. His middle finger plunges deeper inside you, stretching you open slightly. Even though the digit is slender, it still feels perfectly enveloped within you. You're wrapped securely around him and sucking him in as you arch your back. Your head falls back when he slides another digit in. Taking in the lovely sight, he begins curling them upward and it feels achingly sweet. He repeatedly pets your bundle of nerves while pressing small kisses to your jaw. You let out a soft moan as you push your hips against the palm of his hand.
"Mm..."
When you look up, that drowsy look is back on Soobin's face. "Does that feel good?" He coos. You nod, blood rushing to your cheeks. A part of you was embarrassed. You never really cared what a guy thought of you while you slept together. If he hated it or thought you were annoying, it didn't bother you because they were nobody. Soobin was somebody, somebody who in the span of a day you felt infinitely closer to. And not just because his fingers were plunged deep inside you. The connection you shared today was special. After the night is over, you don't want to leave and pretend none of this happened, you wanted to deepen that connection. The feeling of cherishing the person you were sleeping with flooded you with a foreign emotion. It made his touch ignite your skin with a fire so fierce that it was almost overwhelming.
As if sensing your passion, he pushes his fingers in deeper. His palm rests against your clit as he continues to fuck you open.
"Mmph--" You clench your legs shut and he hums in disapproval. He pries your legs open before quickening his pace. With his arm no longer around your back, you fall back onto the couch. He watches your body writhe as your hands roam your body. A sigh falls from your lips as you squeeze your breasts.
"God you look so pretty right now." He presses the heel of his palm into your clit and you inhale sharply. His nimble fingers continue to curl into you while he massages your clit. The dual stimulation makes your legs twitch. You gasp and jolt slightly at how intense your incoming orgasm felt.
"I... I'm gonna- mm! Fuck 'Bin I'm gonna cum." Tears prickle at your eyes as you pinch your nipple hard. The way your body is already reacting to him so intensely made his pants grow tighter.
"Please come for me." He whispers as his breathing picks up. Blood rushes to his cock as you buck into his hand. Your hands continue to toy with your breasts as moans fill Soobin's ears. He swallows hard as he watches you arch your back off the couch. He slips his fingers out of you and slides them over his tongue. His mouth closes around them, eyes fluttering closed at the taste. "You taste so good baby."
He places his fingers on your lips and you open your mouth. He slides his fingers in and you swirl your tongue around them. The taste of your come and his saliva has you clenching your thighs. His reaction makes you ready to shake off your exhaustion and come again. Soobin groans and straddles you as you suck on his fingers. Your eyes never leave his and he thinks he might just explode.
"I want you to scream for me." After stating as much, he dives down and finally gives you what you want. You entangle your fingers in his hair and his lips glide against yours. The man kissing you felt completely different from the one that pecked you and asked you to be patient. Now he was moving against you as if he didn't have enough time to do everything he wanted to. He swipes his tongue on your bottom lip and you grant him access. Your tongues swirl around each other as he moans into your mouth. He slides his hips so that they're lying flat on your heat. He rubs his clothed bulge against you while he sucks your tongue. He presses a few chaste kisses to your lips before trailing them down your body, leaving behind a path of fire wherever his lips touch. He finally reaches your sensitive clit and presses one last kiss to it. Your legs snap closed, as you still haven't recovered from your last orgasm. He smirks up at you before pushing your legs open.
"Are you ready?"
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"Soobin- Ah-! Oh my god!" You squeeze your thighs around his head but he continues to flick his tongue against your overworked clit. He groans loudly as he takes turns sucking and flicking your bud. This feeling is nothing like you've ever experienced in your life. It was like your body was screaming at you. Your moans couldn't get high or loud enough as your fifth orgasm rips through you viscously. You thrash against the couch, screaming and chanting his name and how hard you're coming on his tongue.
"Aw, are you coming again?" He pouts to mimic your quivering lip, "You can't get enough of me playing with your slutty pussy. Tell me how much you love it." He pushes himself up so that his face is hovering over yours, rubbing his finger into your clit so that you ride out your orgasm. Your legs are quivering as you whimper like a stupid puppy.
"Love it so much... more." You gulp, trying to soothe your dry and sore throat. He flips you over so that he can see the belt he tied around your wrists. He grabs them as he lines up his member to your swollen, drenched pussy.
"One more time, honey. Just come one more time for me." He coos before sliding his cock inside you. You cry out, pussy absolutely worn out. You mumble nonsense as he starts slamming his hips into you. Despite how many times you've come, your pussy is just as eager to be fucked as before. Soobin is practically drooling at how soaking wet you are. Your swollen walls envelop his throbbing cock perfectly. He slips in and out of you like it's nothing. Your plush walls feel like heaven around him, like fucking into a cloud.
Soobin's moans are loud and desperate as he shoves his hips into yours. This is it. Every fantasy he's tried to shoo away. Every dream that made him wake up with cum in his sheets. Every thought that made blood shoot to his cock. It was finally happening. He couldn't believe he was fucking you into his couch while you cry out for him. You're clenching around him and still begging for more after all he's put you through. You were always beautiful, but now he's sure that you're his personal angel.
"You being so good for me. Such a good girl." His chest is heaving as he thrusts into your ass. The way your ass bounces back against him has his cock twitching inside you.
"Love it so much Soobin. I lo-" The tips of his cock barrels straight into your g-spot and your toes are curling. "Holy fucking shit..." Loud, shallow breaths omit from your throat as you push your face into the couch. "I'm coming, I'm coming..." You chant over and over again as his hips continue their relentless pursuit. Soobin leans down and kisses your shoulder. He reaches his hand around and wraps his fingers around your throat. His sweet moans are right next to your ear and you start seeing stars. Your body quakes between him and the couch. You sob into the cushions as your orgasm rips through you again.
Soobin's hips are starting to lose control as you clench around him, legs shaking. "Oh god- Fuck-" Soobin presses his body flat against yours as he cums inside your spent pussy. His hips jerk against you a couple more times before he's collapsing on top of you. You both are huffing loudly as your bodies finally relax. It felt like you were getting over a week's worth of pleasure in one night. Your legs were numb along with your poor, poor vagina. Your breathing is close to being back to normal when you speak.
"...Are you good for one more round." You ask cautiously.
"What have I done."
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themidnightcrimson · 2 days ago
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Seeing Red. | w. maximoff series
⚠️flash warning⚠️
summary: in which the Scarlet Witch is determined to get you back from your universe after losing you in hers, no matter the death and pain she incurs; but when she has you, she quickly learns that she will have to beat you back into shape in any way she can. through to the end, you will be seeing red.
warnings: this dark!fic contains strong elements of dubcon, angst, and other similar elements. you are responsible for your own media consumption. this series is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact. you have been warned.
note: this fic contains spoilers for MoM.
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part 1. (5/28/22)
part 2. (5/31/22)
part 3. (6/4/22)
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69hours · 2 days ago
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𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍'
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pairing: kokonoi hajime x reader. + the haitani brothers
cw: dom!gn reader. dom! haitani brothers. sub!koko. reader has a cock but can be read as a strap.
a/n sorry for being inactive, i'm back now 😈
Koko didn’t even know how he ended up agreeing to this.
It all started when the Haitani brothers and you annoyed him about how you never heard about Koko getting laid or doing anything of the sort. You guys even teased him of being a virgin.
He just didn’t like hookups. No matter how much he tried, he could never get off.
However, you saw it as a challenge. “How much $$ will you give us if we make you cum?” You smirk
“Depends.” Koko shrugs, not realizing that you were serious about your request.
“How about $500 for every orgasm?” Koko scoffs. You guys could try. He didn’t think you three were much different from his previous hookups.
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He was wrong. In his 27 years of living, he never felt more aroused. He had his back on the meeting table, knees practically reaching his head.
You held his waist with a bruising grip, dragging out your cock against his walls and slamming right back in, your tip hitting his prostate. Koko pressed a hand to his mouth, trying his best to muffle his moans just for Ran to slap them away. On the other hand, Rindou toying with his cock, fisting him roughly, hand wrapped around him too tight for his liking
Rindou retreated his hands from his cock, only to bring them down again, palm opened, slapping his cock repeatedly
‘’N-no stop! Mmphh!’’ Koko jolted from the painful sensation. His tip was bright red, pre-cum leaking as his eyes roll to the back of his skull.
“Huh? You like that freak?” Rindou snarls, you smirk, still thrusting slowly into Koko.
He moaned, tears running down his cheeks. He presses again a hand to his mouth for ran to slap it away, again.
“You want to shut up so bad, huh?” Taking advantage of kokonoi’s open mouth, he slips a few of his inches past his pretty lips, slowly pulling out only to slam the rest back in. Koko’s gags at the size, sitting uncomfortably in his throat. Using his hair as a leverage to shove his way down his warm throat.
On cue, you start ruthlessly pounding his prostate, occasionally leaving a harsh smack on his ass, reveling in the sound of his pathetic garbles around Ran’s girth.
He’s desperately thinking about letting that $500 dollars, his cock looks like it’s ready to burst. There’s too much stimulation. He feels like his body is being toyed with.
“G-gonna cum, ‘m gonna cu-!” Koko gasped before ran thrusts back in his mouth. The overwhelming onslaught of Rindou’s calloused hands wrapping around his sensitive cock made him sob as he practically convulses. He cums all over his stomach. The tightening of Koko’s walls squeeze and practically milk the stream of cum out of you too. There goes five hundred dollars.
Ran bucked his hips to force his cock impossibly deeper down Kokonoi’s throat, “Take it whore.” Ran spilled his load all over his pretty tear-stained face, fishing on his face.
“One ain’t enough! Right Koko?” You tease him, massaging his thigh. “Rindou haven’t had his turn yet”
“No more.” Koko pants. He might be loaded with money, but he would not give out more money for round two. Wasn’t he the one supposed to get money, if he was letting you all use him like a common whore.
“Too bad! I’m getting a hundred.”
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babygirlcuntslayism · a day ago
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GROUPIE LOVE
smutty! beware! ♥̩͙ˊˎ-
Your favorite thing about Jack was, hands down, the way his face lit up whenever he saw you after any time apart. When you would walk into the same room as him and lock eyes with his starry ones, sure enough there was a huge smile adorning his features. You were positive you were always wearing one to match his perfectly, because seeing him after being without was like the first breath of fresh air after almost drowning.
Today was no different. You had beaten him to his place and sat on his bed cross legged as you waited for him in his empty room. It only took about ten minutes for your boyfriend to stumble in and close the door behind him. He was slouched over, clearly exhausted with his journal for spontaneous lyrics in hand. He leaned it against the dresser and collapsed on the couch. He barely even looked at you, sitting so patiently on his bed, waiting for him. You frowned, rising to your knees. “Baby? You okay?”
He looked up then, furrowing his brows at you as if he didn’t even see you when he walked in, which could’ve definitely been a possibility. “Yeah, just tired.”
You finally got your smile then. “Hey, Princess.”
"Hi," you gleefully said, a huge grin plastered on your lips. You walked on your knees towards him until you were at the edge of the bed and opted to get off of it completely and to join him on the pillowed seat. You chose to sit across his lap, despite all the leftover space. You pecked his lips, but he held you there, wasting no time in parting your lips with his tongue. Getting into it, you swung your leg over his so that you were now straddling him without breaking the kiss. Your hands tangled themselves into his hair. He moaned into your mouth as you began to rock your hips into his, but he placed his hands on your hips to still your motions.
He spoke your name quietly, trying to get your attention, but you were too far gone. It wasn’t that difficult to know what kind of mood you were in.
You just hummed against him in response. Your lips moving down to kiss down his neck. Wordlessly, he let his head fall to the side, allowing you better access. You couldn’t help but lick at his adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly, leaving a peck at the skin next to it. “I missed you,” you say.
Strange, because you saw him this morning when you woke up to the sunshine that was Jack Harlow. You even had breakfast together and spent all day on the phone.
“I missed you too, Angel.” You continued to kiss down your boyfriend’s neck as he began to tell you about his day, “I was so fucking busy today, barely even looked at my phone other than to text you. I was on the mic for so long, I think my vocal chords are shot.”
“Oh no,” you replied, barely even listening. Jack noticed your lack of interest, he continued on anyways.
“Gotta check my email. They’ve been piling on. Neelam’s been gettin’ on me about not replying to higher ups or some shit.”
“Have fun doing that, Baby,” you mumbled quietly, still not really paying attention. With a mind of your own, you began to grind down on him again and this time he didn’t stop you. Jack just sank back lower into the couch and let you have your fun as he clicked on his phone and started going through emails. The sheer amount of them that had accumulated in just a few weeks was remarkable and he had to take his time going through each one and deciding whether or not it was worthy of a reply. He sighed and began to read, effectively ignoring the horny mess of a girl on his lap.
You pouted up at him, still moving your hips against his. Since you were wearing a dress, the coarseness of his jeans felt amazing against your thin silk underwear, the hard fabric rubbing against your clothed clit in the most perfect way. You let out a little whine at the sensation and bit your lip. Jack’s eyes flashed up to yours as he heard the cute little sound, a tiny smirk fighting its way to his lips. He went back to his emails, but his spare hand found its way to your hip, pulling you down harder against him.
This little node of encouragement made you move against him faster until you felt his hard on beneath you. You moaned quietly and shut your eyes as Jack’s thumb started to rub circles against your hips. You could do this for hours, it felt so good. Unfortunately, you knew you wouldn’t orgasm from this, you needed some other stimulation. You needed Jack’s fingers or tongue or even his dick. You whined while opening your eyes to get his attention, but he didn’t even look up at you, still reading something on his phone.
“Jack,” you whimpered.
Now it was his turn to be uninterested, “hm?”
“I need more,” you practically begged. “Fingers?”
He hummed once more, bringing the pads of his fingers to circle your clit a few times before returning them to your hip.
You let out a sound of protest. “Angel, please.”
He didn’t even respond this time, just clicking his phone some more.
“Jack.”
He looked up at you then with a raised brow, “My thigh is right there.” He made an excellent point. You readjusted yourself on him so that you were now straddling his leg, and sank down on it. You began to move against it, riding his thigh until waves of pleasure started to shoot up your spine.
“Oh, my god,” you moaned out. “Fuck, I missed you so much.”
“You missed me or my cock?”
Through a groan you murmured, “basically the same thing, Baby.” You ground down on your hips particularly hard and threw your head back slightly causing you to slip off Jack’s lap a bit. His hand that was around your hip, reflexively shot up towards your back to steady you. You loved it. For some reason, you were acting so touch starved that Jack could just blow on a tit and you’d be coming.
You did this for a while, rode his thigh right up until you felt your orgasm about to explode through you and then stopping at the very last moment, edging yourself for no other reason than you wanted Jack to pay attention to you when you came for him. He refused to even look at you. You grew a little frustrated. The strap of your dress started to fall from your shoulder and you just pushed the whole thing down so that it bunched up at your hips. You were now nearly bare. Your breasts on full display, nipples erect and begging to be touched. You just wanted him to look up at you.
He did, briefly. His eyes flashed up to examine your tits, taking his time on each one before looking at you expectant face and then right back down to his phone. You sighed.
Growing bored, you began to climb off of him, instead you sat in between his knees on the floor. Your fingers came up to grab at his wrist, removing one of your hair ties that was around it. You slowly tied your hair up into a messy bun on top of your head before your hands reached for his belt buckle, eager to undo it and unzip his jeans. Jack let you but offered little help other than raising his hips when you pulled the tight fabric down so that his boxers were now on display. Though he showed little interest in what you were about to do, his dick was rock hard. It could be seen through the thin cotton of his boxers.
You smirked at the sight.
You had a half mind to tease him as payback for his dismissive behavior, but you just couldn’t do it. You were so needy, you needed your mouth on him immediately. You pulled him out of his boxers and almost drooled at the sight of him. You were in love, you decided in that moment. Head over heels. You couldn’t go a day without it. It was almost depressing, in a way.
You licked at one particularly prominent vein on the underside of his dick. It went from the base of him to the very tip, and you could feel it pulsing on your tongue. Jack hummed, “A five letter word that starts with an F?” He said it slightly confused.
You paused. This motherfucker wasn’t even replying to emails, he was playing a fucking word game. You rolled your eyes at him, offering up a word, “fuck.”
He didn’t even spare you a glance. “That’s only four.”
“Fight?” A verb that you wanted to act out with him at the moment, yet strangely enough, you did the opposite, leaning up to put him in your mouth properly.
He jerked towards your mouth and took a sharp breath in but other than that showed no other reaction to you sucking him off. “That’s a good one,” he paused to type it in and frowned. “It’s not it though.”
You hummed, taking a deep breath in as you slowly moved down his length, moving your tongue against him. You could taste his precum on the tip of your tongue and moaned, the vibrations causing him to momentarily bite his lip. You looked up at your boyfriend as you sucked. Your eyebrows furrowed at the fact that you literally had his cock in your mouth and you were still getting ignored. It only encouraged you to try harder to win his attention. Honestly, just a pat on the head in acknowledgment would make you swoon. You started to bob your head up and down on him, gently taking more and more as you went back down.
“Fuck,” he groaned out, but played it off by saying, “It was fruit. I should’ve guessed that.”
You just moaned around him. Everything you were doing screamed pay attention to me and show me affection. Finally, his hand came done to rest on the side of your neck, his thumb soothingly rubbing your jaw. It was barely anything, but it was enough to make you take him even deeper, finally meeting your goal and taking him all the way in. You pulled back until only the tip was in, widening your eyes up at him as you sucked hard. He licked his lips and then bit down on his bottom one as his glossy eyes started to roll back. You felt powerful.
You began to bob your head up and down again, this time taking him deep now that your throat was well adjusted to his size. You tried your best not to gag around him. You read somewhere that humming during a blowjob kept you from gagging, so that’s what you did, absentmindedly humming one of his songs.
You could feel that he was going to come soon, so you moved your mouth against him, your tongue working to rub at him. However, you were distracted by his phone going off as he received a text message. You watched with doe eyes as he clicked on the message and rolled his eyes as he typed out a reply. The curiosity made you slow down a bit, but his hand on your neck pushed you down against him, hard, urging you to go faster. You closed your eyes as you felt them starting to water as his tip prodded the back of your throat. You heard his phone go off once more a few times but tried to ignore it as you willed him to come undone in your mouth, humming another song as one ended.
Finally, he put his damned phone down, and both of his hands were on you. One on your neck and the other on the back of your head. Jack pulled your hair out of its bun, an annoying habit he had picked up. He just preferred it when your hair was out, all soft. He planted his fingers in it as his hips came up to meet your mouth, half fucking it and half letting you do the work. “Fuck, yes, Baby. You’re such a good girl. I love your mouth.”
That was exactly what you needed. Some praise. Your chin was soaked in your own spit and it was dripping all the way down to your tits, some of it ending up on Jack’s hand.
“I fucking swear to God, you’re the prettiest girl in the whole world,” he moaned out. And with his cock in your mouth, tears rolling down your blushed cheeks and saliva dripping off of your chin, you never felt prettier.
It didn’t take long for him to start coming in your mouth, releasing onto your tongue. You used your hands to jerk him, milking the cum from his tip. He groaned out the dirtiest shit as he came and it only made you want more. When he was finished you released him. “You good, Baby?”
He smirked at you, “I’m more than good.”
You smiled, rising to straddle his lap again. “That’s good. Who was texting you?” You asked, only because the curiosity was eating you alive.
“No one,” he said a little too quickly and you raised your brows.
“Give me your phone.” He couldn’t not do as you said, especially not when you were using that voice and had that face on. Especially when you just gave him head. It was too intimidating. He handed the device over and you unlocked it, immediately clicking on his texts.
You were honestly surprised to see that the number that had texted him was unsaved. You scrolled up and saw that this wasn’t the first time your boyfriend had texted this person, but today’s conversation was all you cared about.
Unknown: hey sexy, what are you up to?
Unknown: ive been thinking about you.
Unknown: miss your cock
Unknown: do you wanna maybe come over so i can show you how bad???
You actually scoffed at the messages. You were kind of happy that Jack had rolled his eyes when receiving them. The next message, however, caused you to widen your eyes in surprise. He had sent a picture, one that you hadn’t realized he’d taken. It was of you . . . as you sucked his dick, eyes closed and completely lost in the action as Jack’s thumb stroked your cheek.
Jack: I’m good with my girl. Thank you though.
“Oh, my God.”
“Please don’t be mad. I know I should’ve asked before taking it, but I swear you can barely even tell that it’s you.”
He was right, you were barely recognizable in the photo, maybe that was the reason that anger was the last thing you felt. You didn’t know what to say, so you just leaned in to kiss him briefly yet passionately. He was shocked, but kissed you back just as you did.
“The next time you’re gonna take pictures of me like that for your groupies, at least let me know first so I can give you my good angles to work with.”
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darling-oso · 2 days ago
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now that the weather is finally better i’m skating again / getting into roller blading i’m purely thinking about gross and sleezy skater eren 
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content + trigger warnings: the reader is kind of a crybaby, eren isn’t very nice to the reader, mentions of catcalling, fingering, oral (receiving), mentions of the reader scraping their knee (no blood or graphic detail), implied eren is lowkey a manwhore, corruption, squirting, overstimmulation
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skater eren who’s been chasing after you for almost a full month now when usually he gets bored after a week if he’s not getting anything out of it
skater eren making pervy comments every time you pass him and his gross group of friends that have nothing better to do except loiter around the skate park all day, hollering and asking if you’re coming over to his place tonight 
skater eren always managing to get you in make out sessions behind the bathrooms or in his bedroom before you leave just as things start heating up, leaving him to go and beg other girls for nudes or a quickie just to calm back down
skater eren teasing you for crying when you lose your balance on your roller skates, just barely scraping up your knees, nothing serious at all, but he still offers to patch you up and kiss it better if it means you’ll give him a kiss in return
MDNI.
"Stop being so mean to me Eren," you sniffled, leaning back into Eren's chest as your legs wobbled, trying to keep your knees from knocking into each other.
"Mean?" Eren questioned, breath fanning along the side of your face as he just gave a laugh before lightly nipping at the tops of your ears. "Who's fingers are you soaking right now huh?"
Your face felt like it was burning hot as wet sounds filled the room as Eren's fingers sped up, him silent behind you with one clear aim to make you cum all over his fingers. The moment his other hand snaked around your waist, rubbing heavy and fast circles on your clit, you couldn't help but let out a squeal as your legs instantly shut around his hands, making Eren topple over you with a hiss next to your ear. Instantly Eren was prying your legs open again with an iron like grip on your thigh, never loosening up as his other hand went right back to work at a much harsher speed this time that had you seeing stars everytime his fingers would curl up.
"Keep your fucking legs open." Eren said in a low voice next to your ear as your quickly nodded, not even fully sure as to what you were nodding to but you nodded anyways.
"W-Wait, Eren-!" You couldn't even finish your sentence as your hand raced to catch his, haulting his movements as you came. Eren shook off your hand though as his hand rubbed over your pussy, making your shake as you turned away attempting to bury your face in his shoulder. It was all so overwhelming that you thought you were going to die right then and there.
"Holy fuck I didn't know you were a squirter, have you ever made yourself cum like that before?" Eren teased as he wiped his wet hands on your thighs as you tried to calm back down. Your brain felt like a melted puddle that you didn't even notice Eren tugging the zipper down on the side of your skirt before it along with your basically ruined panties were thrown to the messy floor of his room. Almost in an instant Eren had the two of you flipped with you laying on your back as he settled between your thighs, the lewd sight of him just barely a few inches away from your completely exposed and soaked cunt made you try and wiggle away from him, but he caught you by your ankles before you could get too far pulling you right back to him. You shut your eyes as Eren trailed sloppy kisses up your thighs before you gasped just as he placed a kiss right on your cunt, your eyes snapping open to see Eren smirking up at you.
"Lets see if you can do it again."
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maybanks-luver · 2 days ago
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Walking Trail
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Warnings: cursing, public sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink
Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Female Pogue Reader
Summary: this is just some dirty shit lmao.
Word Count: 700+
a/n: I just got this idea and felt like I had to write it so lmao.
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© Maybanks-Luver, please do not steal or translate my work
You and Rafe were hiking on a trail. You had convinced your kook boyfriend to go on a hike with you. You honestly loved to go on hikes with Kiara. You and Kiara both loved nature and being outside so you both would go on walks and hikes often.
And you had been trying for so long to get Rafe to go on a hike with you and you finally cracked him. The two of you had only been walking for 20 minutes and he was already complaining. You got that he was not use to this but, it still was a little annoying.
"Rafe, baby, I know that you are not use to this stuff but, it's going to be totally worth it when you see the amazing view." You said.
"Better be." He grumbled. You sighed and rolled your eyes slightly and kept walking with him. It took the two of you about an hour to get to the spot. For you an hour was not too bad since you were use to it but, for Rafe it felt much longer than that.
"And here we are." You said with a smile. Rafe followed behind you and you both stood there looking at the gorgeous view. "Isn't it beautiful?" You asked. "This is my favorite spot." You said.
"Yeah, it is actually pretty amazing." Rafe admitted. You smiled and got up on your tippy-toes and then kissed his cheek making him smile down at you. He leaned down and kissed you. You smiled and tangled your fingers in his hair as the two of you kissed.
The kiss then got more passionate. His hands trailed down your body until they reached your ass and then he gently squeezed your ass. You whimpered into his mouth as he did so. He backed you up into a tree as the two of you made out passionately. He pulled away and studied your body and then licked his lips. 
"God you have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now." He said.
"Then fuck me." You said looking up at him innocently. Rafe smirked and turned you around so you were facing the tree and then tore your leggings and panties down your legs. You then herd the sound of him unbuckling his belt.
He pulled down his jeans and boxers and then positioned himself behind you. You let out a moan when he slowly pushed himself inside of you, stretching you out. You held onto the tree as Rafe began to thrust into you.
"God, you're so fucking wet." He grunted as he thrusted into you. "Does it turn you on knowing anyone could walk by and see us fucking?" He asked as he slowly fucked you faster and faster. 
"Fuck yes!" You moaned out and then you covered your mouth when your moans got too loud. 
"Filthy girl." Rafe said with a smirk. "Come on baby, let me hear those sexy little sounds you make. Let the whole fucking world hear it." He grunted. You took your hand off your mouth and held onto the tree tighter as you moaned out.
Your eyes rolled as Rafe now fucked you at an unforgiving pace. He slapped your ass as he fucked you against the tree making you yelp. You could feel that familiar knot in your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now.
You clenched around his hard cock, signaling to him that you were about to cum. You could tell that he was going to cum too since his thrusts were getting messy.
"Fuck, come on baby, cum all over daddy's fat cock." He said as he panted. With that your eyes rolled back and your whole body began to tremble as you came hard on his cock. Rafe thrusted into you a few more times before coming himself, shooting his load deep inside of you, painting your walls white.
You gasped and leaned against the tree as you caught your breath. He pulled out of you and got his boxers and jeans back on and then he helped you get dressed again. 
"That was fucking amazing." You said as you smiled and bit your lip.
"It was." Rafe said with a smirk. "Wanna go for a round two when we get back to the car?" He asked with a smirk.
"Fuck yes." You said.
a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this fic!
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metalfa1ry · a day ago
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Haikyuu! HC! Kinks i think the aces have
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Size kink
Just a hand on your waist or holding yours makes him feel so big compared to you, I mean of course he’s huge but seeing himself next to you makes him feel like he could protect you. When you guys are fucking however, he always feels like hes gonna break you. So small underneath him taking his big dick so well always begging him to go harder or faster but he gets to scared in case he hurts you. Watching you force his whole cock into your little hole has him salivating you’re just trying so hard to get as much as you can its only right he grips your hips and pushes you down fully letting your walls envelope him, y'know to help you!!
USHIJIMA , BOKUTO, iwaizumi, azumane 
Breeding kink
Cum whole lotta cum. When he blows a load in you he just keeps fucking into you to make sure it all gets deep in your womb, it would be a waste if it didnt actually get you pregnant right?Hiking your legs up and pulling out just to stuff all his cum back into you and making you lick all the cum off his fingers. 
IWAIZUMI , YAMAMOTO , FUTAKUCHI
Impact kink
Honestly, when will you learn that blowing up his phone at practice with videos of you crying and playing with your clit asking him to come home and help you isn't going to work. He’s a busy man and you're distracting him so clearly you need to be punished. Slapping you when your giving him a blowjob and feeling his dick twitch in your mouth when he sees the tears well up in your eyes. When he has you bent over his lap spanking you until your stupid and crying on about how youll be good and behave but not asking him to stop because it feels to good. 
USHIJIMA , IWAIZUMI, FUTAKUCHI 
Praise kink
Let's be real, you're the apple of his eye , his one and only. How is he not supposed to always be telling you that? You expect him not to tell you how adorable you look when you're on your knees with your hands on his thighs. You look so cute trying to take all of his dick, still trying after your gagging and tears are threatening to spill. Trying so hard to make him feel good isnt he so lucky?
YAMAMOTO, AZUMANE, BOKUTO
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insult-2-injury · a day ago
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me pulling into work at 7am after staying up half the night writing smut
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chocolatewitch · 2 days ago
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Fanfics be like:
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Steve getting closer to y/n
“Alright doll you ready?” Steve asked, taking his briefs off
“Wait!” Y/n said with a smile, he saw Steve’s ‘80s’ crewneck, the shirt had a dark green bottom that met a slim white line near the bottom of where Steve’s pecs would be, and the rest to the shoulders and sleeves was a dark blue, which was strewn to the side this morning after they woke up from a date night, and threw it on
“Okay, ready”
“Why the crewneck?”
“Because it smells like you and I like it, plus I feel like it’d be hot if you had sex with me in it”
Steve like the fact you used the word sex, he met someone who finally wasn’t only with him to ‘fuck’ or to ‘hook up’, he found someone who literally saved it until you two were married to have sex, and you using the word sex meant you thought the action had meaning and wasn’t just for pleasure, like he thought.
Anyway, he got closer to you and caressed your waist. He leant over and rested you into the bed, he got between your legs and leant down to eat you out
“May I?”
“Yes baby, don’t worry I’m clean”
Steve grinned, his face got closer to your hole and licked, and DESTROYED your ass with his tongue, you were loving every second, your moans were music to his ears
After he got up and rested his hands on your waist as he got his dick closer to your hole. His tip got past your ring and he was inside you, he bottomed out and your moans practically turned into prayers
“Oh! Steve! F-! Sorry sorry! Oh my god! It’s so! Ah~ it’s so big captain!” You moaned as your legs wrapped around his waist, giving Steve a better angle at your hole, it was good until it got better when he hit your pros-
“AH~! STEVE! HOLY SH- AH~~” he moaned as his cock got stroked and touched in spots he didn’t even know could be touched after the years of marriage, well, and sex.
He rammed you until he was about to-
“Oh! Doll I’m about to cum, I’m gonna cum!”
“Cum inside me, I’m close to- ah~!”
You both shook as you both came, screaming each others names like you were meeting each other after a month away from each other.
Steve crashed onto your strong chest
“Okay! My turn, you want to wear my crewneck?”
“Yeah, give me that purple carhartt one”
You handed it to him from behind your head from the pillows, he threw it on and switched your position, his legs wrapped themselves around your waist as your cock entered his hole
“Oh- oh my GOD” steve moaned, his hands gripped your forearms as you thrusted into his hole.
Once you his his prostate he-
“AHH~ OH MY GO- HOLY FU- OH MY- ITS SO-“
Steve couldn’t physically say how big your cock was in his ass without blushing for days so he just moaned, some more.
The knot in your stomach was about to come undone
“Holy- Stevie I’m about to cum”
“Inside me! Please!”
You ended up painting his walls white. Once you pulled out you crashed onto his chest.
“That was amazing…” steve said as he rested his hands on the back of your head, sort of hugging you to his chest.
“Happy anniversary sweetheart” you mumbled as you kissed in between his pecs
“Happy anniversary to you too baby” steve said kissing your hair
These hav been the greatest 5 years of marriage ever.
Steve is DILF
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