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xxsycamore · 7 months

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>>𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 ��𝐞𝐬𝐬

↬ 👙 While trying on bikinis, you make Napoleon hard. Public place or not, you know when you have to take responsibility.

Napoleon Bonaparte x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Changing Room Sex; Public Sex; Public Blow Jobs; Blow Jobs; Deepthroating; Come Swallowing; Praise Kink • wordcount: 1,032 • masterlist

a/n: I wrote this on a whim instead of sleeping. Don't look at me. For Late Summer Rendezvous, Day 5: Picking swimwear together goes naughty

"How is it?? Isn't it cuuute? I think it's even cuter than the last one!"

You spin around for Napoleon's eyes, showing off the bikini that got you gasping when you spotted it on the rack just a second ago. Just like the previous one. And the one before that.

Napoleon is understanding of the seriousness of the task. You gotta find the cutest one. It's tough.

Arms crossed in front of his chest, his dog tag necklace dangles slightly as he shakes his head with a troubled look on his face.

"I'm awful."

"Huh?" You stop in your tracks just before you can pull the curtain of the changing room closed again, a hand already making its way behind you so you can get out of this swimsuit and into the next one faster. "Why?"

"Because..." Napoleon starts, grabbing a random hanger from the rack before checking if anyone is looking at how he is about to enter the cramped changing room together with you. He's just there to help, it's plausible enough.

Once inside, he enjoys the way you back up to the mirror; the little shiver noticeably running down your spine as your naked shoulders touch the cool surface. You try to make space for him as he suddenly has you trapped.

"Because you think you're looking cute in that, when all I see is a piece of clothing I want to rip off you."

Surprised, you open your mouth before even thinking of what to say but it's needless anyway, because Napoleon steals your opportunity to say anything coherent at all. His hand grasps yours, guiding it on the front of his trousers. He's got a hard-on.

"I'm- Oops?"

"Is this all you got to say after shamelessly seducing your boyfriend? You're impossible, Nunuche." The click of his tongue has you biting your lip, something about his faint irritation turning you on. Had you known Napoleon is that easily influenced by the sight of you in those bikinis, you would have put in more effort in making him hard, for the fun of it. Maybe it's not too late to play that game. You can leave him here and return with a pair that isn't intended to be cute and see what he thinks then, palming his cock as you ignore him.

But you're not that cruel. You're his Nunuche who is even hornier than him, like usual.

"Why are you falling to your knees? Don't tell me you intend to-"

"Suck you off in the changing room? Yes, in fact, I do!"

Napoleon's emerald eyes waver for a second in caution as he slightly tilts his head as if to hear for any signs of people nearby. He signals you to be quiet, and weren't it for the zipper in your mouth as you work his pants down, you would've told him to watch his own mouth from here on and not worry about you.

Letting his hard, throbbing length rest against your cheek, you look straight at Napoleon while lowering down your bikini so your breasts pop out. Withdrawing, you catch his cock in your mouth, a bead of precum falling on your hot tongue as you start sucking him nicely, not losing any time in teasing. You love the powerful eruptions he's capable of when the pace is fast and he's not bothering to hold himself back.

Granted, he's already making that erotic face that lets you know he gave up on self-control even if he previously held any hopes of achieving it. Feeling hotter and hotter with you at his feet, he cards his fingers through his bangs to move them aside as he puts his other hand on top of your head.

"Yeah, just like that... Merde, I'm close- Swallow it."

You feel electricity running through your body as he speaks those last words, awfully a lot like an order, an accidental one, as you understand he genuinely worries about you making a mess. Enthusiased to make him see stars, you put your heart to the task, taking him in as deep as you can as the tip presses to the back of your throat. The involuntary whine that comes from you is what sents him over the edge, a barely hidden noise of pleasure rumbling in his throat as he does his best to warn you not to choke on his cum before he explodes.

You lose track of the times you take a big gulp of cum down your throat, and the thought has you lightheaded. Your boyfriend's vigor and potency are going to be the end of you one of these days.

Smiling weakly at him, you even tuck his cock back in his pants for him. "See, I swallowed everything and didn't make a mess!"

You can't quite put a finger on the expression Napoleon has on his face, if you didn't know any better, you'd assume he just got another hard-on, as you feel his thumb press onto your chin and swipe upwards to collect something, pushing it past your swollen lips. Swirling your tongue around it, you don't need to register the salty taste to figure out what it is.

"Yes, you did. Good girl."

Heart set on fire with the praise, you stand up to your feet again, turning around with your back to Napoleon to confuse him for a second before explaining as if it was obvious: "Does that mean we can now return to you picking up my swimsuit again? If you can't choose, I'll revoke your permission and just choose it myself..."

You feel his warm hands on your back, his low humming filling the small space as you steal a glance at him in the mirror untying your bikini top.

Instead of handing you the next pair, he first hooks his fingers inside your bottom piece and drags it down until it falls freely on the floor, leaving you completely naked.

"There, I'm choosing this one. I've been thinking about taking you skinny dipping for awhile now. And then some, ever since we got here. You can't refuse, can you?"

If it means one obstacle less in the way? You simply can't.

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homomenhommes · 7 months

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STORY: Ups And Downs / 8

Deeper and Deeper

Just when it appeared that I would never get out of the deep hole I found myself in, a rainbow appeared in the form of a telephone call from Joey, the virgin I had tried to deflower the night before.

“Are you OK?” I asked him. “After what happened last night with my dad showing up at the store just when we were about to—”

“Yeah, I’m OK,” he claimed, half-heartedly. “Well, actually, I was too upset to go home last night, so I just slept in my car…actually, I didn’t sleep much, but I did spend the night in my car.”

“Where are you now?” I asked, concerned.

“Flat Rock Park,” he replied. “I spent the night here in a parking lot. I was worried that the cops would show up and run me off, but I got lucky, I guess.”

“Stay right there,” I instructed him. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

It being a weekday, there was practically nobody in the park, so it was not difficult at all to find Joey’s car. We greeted each other with a great big hug, and when I started to apologize for ruining his sexual initiation, he cut me off.

“Wasn’t your fault,” he consoled me. “You couldn’t have known what was gonna happen.”

“Yeah, but I’d like to make it up to you.”

“You mean back at the store?”

“Oh, hell no!” I scoffed. “I’ll probably never be allowed back in there, but I have an alternate plan. I explained to Joey that I had experienced more than one hook-up right there in Flat Rock Park.

“Follow me,” I said, leading Joey by the hand. We ended up at a small clearing in the woods about 20 yards off the bike trail. A large boulder sat in the middle of the clearing sounded by trees and large bushes.

“Here,” I announced.

A mix of excitement and fear distinguished Joey’s adorable face. “Here?” he asked. “What if someone catches us?”

“It’ll be fine,” I assured him. “I’ve hooked up with guys here several times, and we were never interrupted.” Actually, that wasn’t entirely true. There was that one time when a couple of hikers had come upon us unexpectedly, but that turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Rather than bust us, they joined in on the fun, which made that little adventure even more exciting and fulfilling. (No pun intended.) I didn’t see any point in sharing that little tidbit of information with Joey, though. I didn’t want to add to his anxiety.

Joey’s apprehension diminished as I pulled him into my embrace and kissed him, softly at first and then more passionately as our hormones heated up. My tongue parted his lips and explored his mouth as he moaned his satisfaction and pleasure. The prefrontal cortex of his brain, the part that controls rational thought, succumbed to the carnal impulses of his amygdala. In other words, he was turned on and getting hornier by the second—with large quantities of his blood rushing from his brain to his dick. I know this because the same thing was happening to me.

My tongue flew from his mouth to his neck and up to his ear lobes, where my nibbling drove him crazy. “Oh, Joe,” he sighed. He was mine, and we both knew it.

Any resistance he might have offered dissolved completely when I ripped off his shirt and bore down on his nipples. One of my hands grabbed his ass, pulling him even tighter toward me, while the other groped his bulging crotch.

Like sailors on shore leave, we quickly pulled off our sneakers, jeans, and underwear, leaving us naked as jaybirds in nature’s playroom.

Joey dropped to his knees and orally accosted my dick with a sweet vengeance, slurping like a parched nomad at an oasis in the desert. For the next several minutes, he was no longer mine; I was his, and I was delighted to be his.

Just when I thought I was about to explode, I stopped him. I wanted to save my load to shoot up his ass because I knew that was what he really wanted.

We switched places, with me now on my knees and his cock in my mouth. I sucked like a new-born calf before I spun him around, bent him over the boulder, and aimed my still-hungry tongue for his rosebud. Man, did he taste good! He moaned so vigorously that I thought he was going to have an orgasm from just my tongue. But the moment of reckoning had arrived.

I spit on my dick to lube it up as much as I could and went straight for his hole. Just as the night before, he flinched when I breached his sphincter ring, so I paused to give him time to adjust, and once he did, I moved slowly, inching my way in, two steps in, one step back, two steps in until my cock was completely buried in his ass, and his prostate knew it. The sounds of Joey’s moans were music to my ears. He had been deprived of his climax the night before, and I desperately wanted to make up for that.

“Oh, gawd. Fuck me, Joe. Breed me. Harder. Harder.”

Yeah, you could say he wanted my dick all right, but even more than that, he wanted my seed, which had been denied him the night before due to my father’s untimely and most disturbing interruption.

“You want my fucking cock, Joey? Well, you’ve got it, buddy,” I assured him as I picked up the pace and the force of my thrusts.

“Oh, shit! I feel it,” Joey blurted out, referring to the expanding and throbbing of my dick just before it erupted, spewing my seed deep into his body. And his soul. This was what Joey had waited for. This was what he desperately wanted. He wanted not just to be fucked, but to be bred, and I was more than happy to give it to him. Again. And again. And again. And again, until my nut sack was completely drained—as was my entire body. I felt like I had dumped my whole self—body, mind, and soul—into his as I collapsed against his back, both of us clinging to that sacrificial altar masquerading as a boulder, which Joey anointed with his own seed at the same time that my sperm was baptizing his guts.

For what seemed like a blissful eternity, we both lay on the ground speechless, just staring up at the sky and basking in the gift of man sex. “Oh, gawd! Thank you, Joe. I really, really needed that, and I can’t think of anybody I would rather do it with than you.”

In a feeble attempt to lighten the mood, I suggested that we go skinny-dipping in the lake, which was a short walk from where we were. Despite the fact that the water was cold, we both grew erections as we kissed and caressed each other in the water. I’m sure you can guess what happened next.

All in all, it was a delightful late-summer afternoon. Joey went home feeling like a new man, which he was, and I sat on the boulder watching the sun set.

Sounds like a dream, doesn’t it? Well, that’s pretty much all it is because that day was actually nothing like what I just described. Let’s go back to the beginning.

“He’s gone completely mad,” cried Amy when we went back to the porch after loading all my stuff into my car. “I’ve never seen him like this.”

“I guess it had to come out sooner or later,” I acknowledged. “I’m just sorry you had to find out like this, Amy.”

“What? That you’re gay? Oh, pfft. I’ve known that for years. I suspect Mom has too. And deep down, Daddy probably knew too; he just didn’t want to admit it.”

“And Eric?” (Eric, our brother, is 8 years older than I am and 11 years older than Amy, so we were never as close with him as we are with each other.)

“Oh, I don’t know about Eric,” admitted Amy. “He was always too preoccupied chasing tail to care about anybody else’s sexuality, and now that he and Jacque have that new baby—”

“But you’ve never said anything,” I stammered.

“It wasn’t my place to say anything,” she said. “It’s your life. I figured if you wanted me to know, you’d tell me. Besides, you’re still my obnoxious older brother,” she scoffed in that way that she and I had always teased each other. “I guess we’re stuck with each other no matter where you park your dick.”

Yeah, you could say that Amy had a way with words. That straightforwardness was just one of the many things I loved about her. Actually, a little levity was just what I needed at that moment, but it didn’t last.

“Mom and I tried to calm Daddy down, but he was just livid. He ranted about how he would never let you back in his house again and,” she impersonated, “‘I’m sure as hell not paying for him to go to college with all those sodomites’—whatever that means.”

“If Mom tried to stick up for me,” I asked, “why isn’t she here now?”

“Oh, she wanted to be, big brother, but she thought it best to go with Dad to the store. She wanted to be there in case he lost his temper and she would have to run interference between him and the customers.”

I had to acknowledge that what Amy was saying made sense. That sounded like something Mom would do, always thinking about contingencies and consequences.

“Oh, I almost forgot. She left this for you,” said Amy, handing me an envelope.

“Thanks,” I replied, stuffing the envelope into my pocket. “I’ll look at it later.”

And that’s when the phone rang, and yes, it was Joey, and yes, I did meet him at Flat Rock Park, and yes, we did fuck, bent over that boulder in the clearing, but this is where the tale diverges.

Over the sounds of Joey’s moans and my occasional dirty talk, which excited both of us, I wasn’t sure that I had actually heard the sound of feet trampling on fallen twigs, so I looked up and saw two pairs of heavy black boots standing before me. Had the same two hikers who crashed one of my parties before found me again, this time with a new partner? I wish.

No, these two pairs of black boots belonged to a couple of Columbus’ finest. The older one, maybe early 30’s, looked every bit like a drill sergeant—in fact, a lot like the drill sergeant who had come to our “happy hour” at the hardware store—and he barked like one too. The other one, not much older than Joey and me, was tall, cute, and stunningly sexy in his form-fitting uniform.

“Well, lookie what we have here,” sneered the older one. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a couple of real-life perverts.”

“Can’t say as I blame this one,” said the younger cop, pointing at me. “Looks like he’s got himself a fine piece of ass to work on there. Even my girlfriend’s ass ain’t that smooth,” he quipped.

Terrified, I fumbled over apologies as I tried to weasel Joey and me out of this exceedingly awkward situation. I quickly reached down to pull up my jeans and underwear, but the older cop stopped me by sticking his night stick between my legs, rubbing it against my thighs and then my balls.

“Whatchya think, rookie? Should we run these guys in and let ‘em service the other losers sittin’ in lockup?”

“Please don’t run us in,” Joey begged. “My family would just die if they found out about this.”

I knew that was precisely the wrong thing to say because Joey had just given these bad cops leverage over us, as if they needed any more than they already had.

“Aw, gee,” slurred the top cop. “We wouldn’t want to hurt your family,” he waxed sarcastically. “But you are breaking the law, Snookums, and there’s gotta be some kind of penalty for that. Ain’t that right, rookie?”

Thoroughly enjoying their little game of domination, the rookie giggled like a school girl. “I dunno, boss. Ain’t there something these fine young men could do to redeem themselves?” he asked while rubbing the growing bulge in his crotch.

“I’m not accustomed to making allowances for perverts,” mocked the cop, “but if it means that much to you,” he said, nodding to the younger officer and rubbing his own crotch, “we might be able to come up with something.”

“Anything,” pleaded Joey. I wanted so badly to slap him or at least gag him before he dug our hole deeper than it already was, but it was too late. The younger cop grabbed him behind his neck and pulled Joey down on his knees, unzipped his fly, and shoved his big cock down sweet Joey’s throat.

“You just gonna stand there and gawk?” the older cop snapped at me. I didn’t trust that guy not to use his night stick on me in unmentionable ways, so I dropped to my knees, pulled out his dick, and went to town on it.

Looking back on the situation, I would say that things could have been a lot worse. As it was, the men in blue just took their blow jobs, gave us a warning, and let us go. Joey grabbed his clothes and ran for his car like a bat out of hell. I didn’t move quite so quickly. After all, Joey at least had a home to go to. That was a lot more than I could say at the moment.

(to be continued)

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ben-the-hyena · 2 years

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Template here : https://www.deviantart.com/neoduelgx/art/My-Character-Inspiration-Meme-831348312

Funny, unlike for Meryamun I didn't need a lot of characters to inspire me for creating Yumi. But that doesn't mean I didn't have any ! And at least I PROMISE this time it does fit the meme, no nees for extras in the post

The White Wolf : I didn't draw her yet in her werewolf form, but it would be highly inspired from him (or her if it's Aniu). Similar head shape/face and eyes, almost entirely white, just as fluffy, looks cold and strict

Jordan Sands : young girl turned werewolf which multiplied ×1000 her strength, hunger to the point of drooling and pilosity, nerdy, wears glasses, learned to love and feel much freer with this curse turned gift

Thomas : this comic series my mom would read to me as a kid is probably thanks to which I imagine werewomves shaped like that. So same body typr aside, young person turned werewolf adter surviving a werewolf ambush, learned to control, embrace and love this new side hot in-universe for furries/monster fuckers

Madame Pandora : regal, overall immortal MILF vibes, loving and can look sweet yet can also look cold, co-lead of the house with her husband whom she loves a lot no matter the centuries, good mother who values her kids' intelligence and skills and is motherly to their friends and kids in general, still she can be terrifying and is ready to kill those who hurt who she loves and she is not innocent from attacking humans out of blood lust. Can also be vain and likes to take care of herself. Also used to be poor human in a dramatic situation and almost was killed by a lust-driven man, but was saved just in time and turned into what she is now instead

Morticia Addams : regal, classy and elegant, MILF too sorry to say it that way, calm and stoic (when not angry or hungry), billionaire, absolutely horny and in love with her husband, good mother who deeply loves her son and daughter and wants them happy

Hulk : ever since she learned to turn into a werewolf outside of the full moon it may backfire into her turning into one out of rage if provoked too much, she is way much stronger and destructive in these moments. Note she is also completely uncontrollable and "brainwashed" with no memory of what she did when there is a Blood Moon too

Genka Kunahito : she is who I had in mind when I designed Yumi, a strict and cold-looking albeit pretty middle aged woman with glasses, lipstick, dark hair combed in a low bun, and the same stock pose. Also Japanese and actually warmer than she looks (if she knows and likes you)

Kaeloo : due to never having had friends before she can be drastically just as childish and playful with hers, also she often acts as the mom of whatevet group she is, even when she was an alpha to younger werewolves. But also VERY hot tempered and actually anxious, transformating her into a big muscular violent angry creature which she learned to control and love even if sometimes it can happen without her control (sudden rage or blood moon). She also was sort of a tsundere easily flustered and angered at Meryamun when they were still rivals but the deeper they bonded and he became less of a jerkass the more lovestruck and hornier she got. She actually had a long prudish phase (she became free from sex work and intended to no longer hear about sex again) closetting her horny thoughts notably for the guy she crushed on but her pervy side finally took her over as she accepted she was in love

Marge : loving and supportive wife and husband with a similar grunt when annoyed or upset. Plus even if she does help with Meryamun's businesses and money and is a writer she mostly is a house wife

Homer Simpson : due to being a werewolf she is VERY easily hungry and can basically eat anything without getting sick (or fat in her case) anytime, wolfing (lol) down anything not gracefully at all which freaks out and disgusts a lot of people. Absolutely adores her spouse's cooking more than anyone else's and greatly appreciates his treats and literally drools. In fact as smart as she is food is the only topic she loses braincels for and is willing to get food poisonned just for satisfying her appetite

#ocs #i made it myself #moi #meme #link #the ankhkemets #yumi ankhkemet

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spithate · 1 year

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This blog got a lot hornier than intended

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bbyannabeth · 3 years

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7 for pipeyna please please please

(omg the physical excitement i felt reading this prompt for them UGH let’s go)

piper knew some men didn’t know how to take a hint, of course. she’d dealt with stupid men all her life. and recently, she’d begun to take the approach of simply saying, “sorry, but i’m not interested,” and usually, that worked. not with this guy, though. he was convinced he could get her to change her mind and just give him a chance.

piper was about ready to tell him to fuck off when an arm slid around her waist, nearly making her jump off her bar stool. piper turned, ready to tell this person to fuck off, when she was met with truly the most stunning woman she’d ever seen.

“hi baby, there you are,” the girl said, loud and clear. she leaned in like she was going to kiss piper on the cheek, but instead dropped her voice to whisper, “is he bothering you? i’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

before piper could answer, the guy spoke again just to get her attention. his eyes flicked between piper and her apparent new friend, and piper felt the other girl’s fingers flex against her side. piper rolled her eyes. “i told you im not interested and my partner is here now, can you please leave me alone?”

the guy’s face contorted with shock because not once did piper mention having any sort of partner when he was trying to hit on her. he blinked a few times before stalking off. instantly, the girl dropped her arm from piper’s waist. she kind of missed it there.

“sorry,” the woman said, leaning against the bar. “i could tell he was making you uncomfortable. i hope i didn’t too.”

piper shook her head. “no, you helped. thank you,” she smiled. “what’s my savior’s name?”

the girl smiled, showing off perfect teeth. “reyna,” she said. “what’s yours?”

“piper,” she answered. “and would you have really kicked his ass for me?”

“oh absolutely,” reyna said, shrugging like she kicked guy’s asses all the time. piper found that kind of hot.

“you don’t think i could’ve taken him all by myself?”

reyna’s eyes, which looked dark enough to be black in the dim lighting, scanned piper in a way that made her sit up a little straighter. there was more than just playful consideration in her eyes. there was hunger. desire.

she returned her gaze to piper’s. “yeah, you could’ve handled him. probably.”

piper narrowed her eyes, a light smile on her lips that matched reyna’s. “i’m stronger than i look.”

reyna leaned in closer, her eyes flicking to piper’s lips for only a second before they locked eyes again. “think you’re strong enough to handle me, then?”

send me prompts & a ship<3

#ok this turned out a lot… hornier than i intended #my apologies i just got very excited about the prompt and about them okay #ANYWAYS #pjo #pipeyna #ask #anon #gray writes #drabble #prompt

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toxophilitis · 3 years

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The Preacher’s Hot Family

CHAPTER TEN

Returning home earlier than expected that afternoon, Valarie was completely stunned to find her husband and daughter writhing around on the bed. The blonde was spread out lewdly on her back while her dad was fucking his big cock in and out between her legs.

Valarie couldn't believe what she was seeing. It didn't seem possible that her extremely religious husband who rarely showed any interest in sex could be committing incest with his own daughter. Unable to believe that her husband could be so depraved, she just stared. The trembling woman knew she should stop them... but there was something so erotic about the scene that she could only stand there and watch them fuck.

"Oh, Daddy," she heard their daughter moan. "God, how I love your big hard cock!"

Watching them fuck, Valarie couldn't understand how her husband could have become so depraved that he would fuck his own teen. From the way Tammy's cunt was stretched, Valarie also couldn't understand why the child wasn't screaming in agony.

"Oh, Daddy," Valarie heard the girl whimper with joy as her dad fucked his prick deeper and harder into her pussy. "It feels so fuckin' good! Oooooooooh! I love it... love it!"

Valarie was getting hornier by the second. There wasn't anything that she enjoyed more than a hard cock, and right now the woman was dying to feel a cock fucking deep in her own hot cunt. Deciding to join her husband and daughter on the bed, Valarie quickly removed her clothes. Naked, she hurried across the room, a rivulet of pussy juice dripping from between her legs.

Throwing herself down on the bed with them, Valarie gave her husband's ass a loving smack with her hand.

"Valarie!" gasped the startled preacher. "Mom!" gulped Tammy as her dad pulled his cock out.

"I didn't mean to interrupt anything," Valarie said in a sugary-sweet voice.

"How long has this been going on?" her mother asked.

"Just since yesterday."

"Do you like it?"

"God, yes," said the girl. "Being fucked is the neatest thing in the whole world."

"Well, I guess it's all right then," smiled her mother. "As long as he gives me my share."

Smiling at her husband, Valarie looked down at his thick hard prick, which was completely saturated with their daughter's cunt juice.

"May I taste it?" she whispered. "Help yourself," grinned the man as Valarie lowered her face and stuffed the head of his thick prick into her mouth. His entire body was trembling with excitement when she began running her moist warm tongue all around his slimy prick.

"Shit," grinned Valarie, removing her mouth from his prick. "Her fuckin' cunt juice tastes pretty good."

"Daddy likes it, too," giggled Tammy. "He licks my pussy until I come."

"That's nice," Valarie grinned at her husband. "Maybe I'll try tongue-fucking the teen sometime, myself."

"Really, Mom?" Tammy excitedly panted. "I'd like that."

"Honey," Valarie said, turning to her husband as she lovingly wrapped her fingers around his thick boner, "if Tammy will excuse you, I'd sure like to be fucked by this big hard beauty."

"It's okay with me, Daddy," the girl giggled. "Give her a nice hot fuck like you gave me. I wanta watch."

Still unable to comprehend her husband's depraved lust for their daughter, Valarie lewdly opened her thighs and eased the fat knob of his prick up against the juicy opening of her cunt.

"Come on, honey," she hotly panted. "Show me what kind of a stud you really are."

Flexing his hips, the preacher fucked his lust-swollen cock into the moist slickness of his wife's hotly clinging pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned with rapture. "That's the way to fuck a cunt! This teen must have really started your motor working."

"Gee, Mom," Tammy excitedly panted, her eyes only inches away from her mother's prick-filled cunt. "You've sure got a lot of cock in your pussy."

"I know darling," she said. "And I love every fuckin' inch of it."

Taking her husband's face between her hands, Valarie pulled his mouth down against her softly parted lips. Trembling with desire, the beautiful woman snaked her tongue deep into his mouth as his cock throbbed hotly in her clasping cunt.

"Oh, God, darling," she whispered when their lips finally parted. "I want you to just fuck me silly."

Still completely dazed by her husband's behavior, Valarie felt him slowly pull his ass back, and then with a wild fuck-thrust, he slammed the length of his boner into the depths of her slippery fuck-hole.

"That's the way to do it!" she shrieked. "Fuck it to me, baby! Just fuck my tail off!"

The preacher realized his wife was dying for a wild fuck, and that was just what he intended to give her. Slamming his fucker into his wife's pussy with all his strength, he was using long hard fuck-strokes, fucking his massive cock into her cunt for all he was worth, increasing the depth and tempo of his hard fuck-thrusts with every stroke, he knew it wouldn't be long before his beautiful redheaded wife would reach a wild climax.

Valarie's hair was flailing all around her lovely face, her hips countering every fuck thrust as she passionately fucked back at him.

"Oh, sweet darling!" she screamed. "Pour the cockmeat to me, honey! Fuck it to me! Fuck me good!"

Watching her dad and mother fucking, Tammy was caressing his humping ass with one hand while she fondled his big hairy balls with the fingers of the other.

"Oh, my God!" he panted, feeling his daughter's fingers teasing his balls as he fucked her mother.

The more the horny girl probed her fingers around the sensitive ring of his asshole, the harder and deeper he fucked his throbbing prick into the hot moistness of Valarie's slippery cunt.

Fucking into his wife with all his strength as Tammy goaded him on by goosing around the hairy crack of his ass, he was suddenly aware that Valarie was rapidly approaching an orgasm.

"Oh, sweetheart!" she sobbed, wrapping her shapely legs around his humping body.

"I'm gonna come!"

Her entire body began jerking and convulsing as she exploded into a wild climax. Screaming with ecstasy, the beautiful redhead clung desperately to her husband as she writhed her hot cunt up around his plunging cock.

"Ooooooooooh... I'm coming!" she screamed, gasping for breath when she suddenly felt his hot jizz gushing into her pussy.

Her nostrils flared and her glazed eyes rolled crazily back in her head as her husband continued shooting his hot cum into her pussy, prolonging the intense climax as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy flooded through her body. It wasn't until he'd emptied the last drop of cum into her cunt that he finally pulled his thick prick out of her fuck-hole.

The moment his cock was out, Valarie scooted down and stuffed his dripping cockhead into her mouth. Sucking feverishly on his shrinking boner, she slowly brought it back to life. Within a few minutes, he had another hard-on.

"It's my turn!" Tammy cried out, seeing his cock swelling in her mother's mouth.

"Then take it," giggled her mother, releasing his prick from her mouth.

Not wasting any time, Tammy covered his cockshaft with her baby-soft lips and sucked deep and hard on his thickening cockmeat.

"Oh, Daddy!" she finally cried excitedly. "You're all nice and hard again."

"I know," he grinned. "Now what do you want me to do with it?"

"Empty your cock in my horny cunt," she said, rolling onto her back and lewdly spreading her legs for him.

Thrilled at the thought of fucking his adorable daughter again, the man moved up between her thighs. Cradling her dad between her legs, Tammy reached down and excitedly grasped the thick root of his prick, guiding his big pulsing cock-knob between the slippery lips of her pussy.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered to him. "I just love it when you fuck me with your nice big cock."

He could see the wild lust in her eyes, and knew the horny girl was going to give him a fuck he would never forget. Wanting to please his beautiful child as much as he knew she was going to please him, he slammed the hard length of his cock all the way into her cunt with one tremendous fuck-thrust.

"Ooooooooooh, yes!" she squealed with delight, feeling his prick spreading her cunt flesh and completely filling her tight pussy. "Fuck me hard, like, you fucked Mom!"

Wanting to give the darling girl something to remember, he began fucking his hard cock into her with long fast strokes. Half crazed by the feel of her father's prick fucking into her, Tammy was rhythmically slamming her loins up to meet every wonderful fuck thrust. Fucking his hot daughter for all he was worth, the man could feel his cock swelling even thicker in the child's fuck-hole.

Watching excitedly as she sat on the edge of the bed with her husband's cum oozing from her cunt, Valarie was amazed at how hard and deep he was pounding his thick fucker into the horny girl's pussy. But from the look of ecstasy on Tammy's face, there was no doubt that she was thoroughly enjoying the brutal fucking her dad was giving her. Watching his thick cock goring their daughter's tight cunt slit, Valarie could see that the girl was having the time of her life. Her eyes were drawn to Tammy's asshole. Staring at the child's ass, Valarie suddenly remembered how fantastic it had felt when men had fucked their fingers up her ass.

As her father increased the tempo of his fuck-thrusts, the wild ecstasy built up in Tammy's loins.

"Fuck me harder!" she squealed. "Make me come!"

Unable to control the wild urges she was having, Valarie reached down between her legs and scooped up a handful of cunt juice and cum which she generously spread around the crack of her daughter's ass.

"What are you doing?" panted Tammy, feeling her mother's finger probing around her sensitive asshole.

"Never mind," her mother excitedly whispered. "Just keep fucking."

As the preacher continued lustily fucking his prick into his daughter's hot cunt, Valarie was trying to force the tip of her finger through the juice-smeared opening of Tammy's asshole.

"Eeeeeeek!" shrieked the girl when her mother's finger suddenly plopped through to the first knuckle. "What are you doing, Mom?"

"Having two holes filled is better than one," her mother giggled. "So keep fuckin' and enjoy yourself."

It wasn't until he heard the girl squeal that the man realized Valarie was fingerfucking Tammy's tingling asshole. From the torrid way Tammy was suddenly fucking back at him, he could tell how much her mother's finger had aroused the horny girl.

"Oh, sweet fuckin' Jesus!" Tammy squealed when her mother rammed the full length of her long middle finger all the way up into the hot squeezing tightness of her buttery asshole.

The preacher was so enthralled with the joys of his daughter's pussy that he'd lost all sense of reality.

Without any warning, the girl's wild orgasm suddenly exploded throughout her entire body as her spasming cunt began convulsing wildly around his fucking prick.

"Daddy!" shrieked the ecstatic girl. "I'm coming, Daddy! Oh, sweet fuckin' shit, how I'm coming!"

Suddenly the man's big muscular body stiffened and she could feel his hot jizz spurting into her cunt. Thick jolts of cum splattered hotly against the sensitive walls of her fuck-hole. Still frantically pumping back and forth, the man continued shooting his hot cum into his daughter's quivering pussy. It was only when the last drop of jism had dribbled out of his shrinking prick that they collapsed on each other's arms.

"My God," giggled Valarie, pulling her finger out of Tammy's shitter. "You sure gave this teen a hell of a wild fuck that time."

Seeing her husband's thick cum oozing from between their daughter's cuntlips when he finally pulled his limp cock out, Valarie suddenly had a wild desire to lap up his tasty cum. Grasping the girl's hips, the horny woman began running her tongue around Tammy's cuntlips, hungrily licking up her husband's frothy jism. When Valarie had cleaned every drop of cock cream from her daughter's pussy, she fucked her tongue into Tammy's pussy, searching for more of the tasty jism.

"Oh, Mom!" squealed, the girl, throwing her knees up over her mother's shoulders. Planting her bare feet near the base of the woman's spine, the girl squeezed her soft thighs against her mother's face.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," purred Valarie into Tammy's open cunt. "You taste so good, honey. God, your pussy tastes good!"

Valarie's tongue was lashing hungrily around in her daughter's juicy cunt slit, licking up the delicious cum that was oozing out of her slippery cuntal flesh. Now, for the first time, she realized the pleasure that men received when they sucked and licked her pussy. Remembering how much pleasure men gave her with their mouths, Valarie began licking feverishly on her daughter's clit.

Rolling onto her daughter's naked body, Valarie threw her arms around the girl as their open mouths met in a deep passionate kiss. With their slippery tongues gliding in and out of each other's mouth, they began grinding their hot moist pussies together. Their erect clits were being wildly stimulated by the feel of hot cunt rubbing against hot cunt.

"Oh, Jesus!" Tammy gasped into her mother's mouth as her hard nipples pressed against her mom's bare tits. "God, your body feels so fuckin' good!"

Moving her body up and down over Tammy's, Valarie was almost out of her mind from the feel of bare tits squishing against bare tits. She hadn't realized how nice a girl's soft warm body could feel.

"Tammy," her mother whispered, "would you like to lick my pussy while I'm sucking your pussy?"

"Oh, yes!" panted the girl. "I'd love to eat your cunt."

Turning around in the sixty-nine position, Valarie pressed her slippery crotch down over Tammy's upturned face, and then leaned forward until her own mouth covered her daughter's cunt mound again.

Looking up at her mother's open cunt poised just above her mouth, Tammy was looking into a pussy for the first time in her life. The pink juicy lips of her mom's cunt slit looked like the open petals of a flower, droplets of cunt juice glistening there like morning dew. She could see her mom's red pubic hairs swirling delicately around the pinkness of her sweet pussy. The most exciting thing was the aroma of the woman's pussy. Grasping the cheeks of her mother's smooth round ass, she pulled the woman's dripping cunt down against her eager mouth. Tammy slipped her tongue up into the hot wetness of her mom's slippery fuck-hole.

"Oh, God," she heard her mom shudder with delight at the feel of a tongue fucking into her pussy. "That's it, honey! Give Mother a good tongue-fuck!"

The girl was thrilled with the pleasure they were giving each other. With her tongue darting deliciously around in her mother's fuck-hole, she could feel the woman nibbling wildly on her clit.

"Oooooooooh, sweet Mother," Tammy moaned, spreading her thighs wider apart to give the cunt-sucking woman more room. "I love it! God, how I love it!"

Tammy's excited pussy seemed to open wider and wider as her mother sucked and tonguefucked her closer and closer to climax.

"Oh, shit!" she shrieked when her mom's lips began sucking more vigorously on her swollen clit. "It feels so fuckin' neat!"

Almost out of her mind with the wild sensations exploding in her loins, Tammy jammed her tongue deeper and deeper into her mother's hot fuck-hole. On and on they sucked in sexual ecstasy, their lewd sixty-nine position offering them easy access to each other's creaming cunt.

"Ooooohhhhh!" Tammy squealed into her mother's pussy. "Here I come! Oh, shit, I'm coming! Coming!"

Valarie began sucking frantically as she felt her daughter's climaxing pussy convulsing around her deeply buried tongue.

"Ooooooh, Mom!" she shrieked. "It's so good! Oh, Christ, it's so fucking good!"

When their shattering orgasms had subsided, mother and daughter untangled themselves.

"Wow!" giggled Tammy, pointing at her father's brand new hard-on. "He's got another hard-on."

"Good," her mother smiled. "I get his cock this time."

As she watched her father crawl on top of her mother, Tammy knew that there would be a lot more hot fucking around this house and that church would be a lot more interesting in the future.

THE END

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marvelouspeterparker · 4 years

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webbed down [2]

pairing: dom!peter parker x reader

summary: the morning after webbed down

notes: the long awaited sequel (literally over a year) is finally here!!! i hope it doesn’t disappoint––

give me feedback! please :)

so peter was never one to back off on his word

and you knew that of course,

but today you would really know that

so you woke up in the morning to pee and somehow managed to wobble your way over to the bathroom while peter was still asleep

you had a feeling that it was going to be a long day since peter said he wasn’t going to go easy on you today so while you were in there you brushed your teeth and washed your face

then you slipped into the kitchen and drank some water and got a quick breakfast before making your way back into bed for a quick nap

(you were tired, what can you say)

as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were basically out

it wasn’t until around noon that you woke up again

you heard a slight buzzing noise that made you stir a little bit in your sleep

then you felt a buzzing make it’s way up your thighs slowly

you opened your eyes to find peter in between your thighs, his dark eyes gazing over your naked body with a smirk on his lips

“oh good, you’re awake.” he said nonchalantly

“i was starting to get impatient––”

he had one hand on your inner thigh, stroking it deceivingly soft as he moved your vibrator closer to between your thighs

you subconsciously tried to shut your legs closed and couldn’t

realizing that both your legs were webbed to either side of the bed

then, glancing up, you noticed your hands were webbed up as well

you looked back to peter and his smirk only deepened

“these are my new webs i just made, baby.”

you waited for him to tell you the catch

“let’s just say you’re gonna be tied down for a good while––longer than usual”

he finally pressed the vibe to your clit, but not enough for it to feel as good as it could

he ran it through your folds, up and down, only letting it lightly graze your clit until your hips began chasing his hand

and you could tell he was getting hard at the sight of you

(he was wearing the grey sweats that you loved on him and that alone was a tell that he felt like being a huge tease today)

he always loved seeing your body submit to him, so much that you could barely control your movements

peter told you his plans for the day and just the thought of them had you squirming already

well as much as you could in the restraints anyway

“i’m gonna leave you all tied up here today, pretty girl.”

“gonna go run some errands, stock up on some food since i know you’ll need lots of it when i’m done with you.”

“then ned’s gonna come over and we’re gonna hangout for a few hours while you’re in here,”

“quiet,” he looked at you sternly, pressing the vibe directly onto your clit, making you yelp before he resumed his original teasing pace

“cumming over and over, as much as you want.”

you gasped and he laughed, “oh did you think i was gonna edge you today, princess? no today we’re gonna overstimulate that little clit of yours until you’re crying, shaking and begging me to stop.”

he leaned over you, his breath hitting your lips as he looked into your eyes, his hand still moving the toy between your legs

“so you gonna be a good girl for me today?” he asked, his queens accent prominent as ever

you nodded, swallowing thickly as you looked into his piercing stare

“promise”

he locked your lips with his, intending for it to be a quick peck but once he got a taste of you, he could never get enough

plus, he would be leaving you here all day so he decided he had to make it count

he laughed when he saw you craning your neck for more and grinned, leaning down to bite your lip before pulling away completely

he moved so he was back between your legs and you jolted when you felt the vibrations directly on your clit again

he pulled a web cartridge out of nowhere and webbed the toy to you somehow so it managed to stay directly on your most sensitive part

with a kiss to your thigh, he got off of the bed

he made sure to ask your color to see if you were okay with all this

when you responded green through a small whimper, he grinned, winking as he walked out of the room

“i’d say see you soon,” he bit his lip looking at your pussy clenching under the vibe, “but that’s a lie.”

and with that he shut the door

you don’t know how long peter was gone but you were sure he was taking as much time as he possibly could

you honestly lost track of how many times you came

since you were alone you could have been as loud as you pleased, but you didn’t want the neighbors to complain, especially since you weren’t exactly able to get out of bed if they knocked on your door––

so you were biting your lip and trying your best to muffle your moans, knowing that when peter came back with ned, you’d have to be quiet anyway

and honestly that made you even hornier

by the time he came back, it was late in the afternoon and the sun was setting

and he didn’t come to you immediately

no, he made you wait even longer

he knew you were just aching for him to see you, to touch you and kiss you

which is why he took his time

well that and, he was also playing video games

ned was going off on one of his many tangents when you let out a particularly loud whine

luckily, ned didn’t notice

but peter did

he subtly turned up the volume on the tv before excusing himself

you faintly heard him say something about how you weren’t feeling well and how he had to check up on you real quick

he made his way into the room, shutting the door so ned couldn’t peak inside in case he got curious

as soon as he saw you, his gaze darkened

you could practically feel his eyes heating your skin as he scanned your body up and down

your lips were plump from all the bites you’d been giving them all day

your chest was shining in the light, a sheen layer of sweat coating your skin

your nipples pebbled, straining for attention

and you were dripping

he took his time admiring you as he slowly walked to the end of the bed

he took a seat between your legs and you couldn’t help but moan when you felt his hands rub up and down your thighs

he waited a moment before reaching over and turning off the vibrator

you weren’t sure if you were relieved or if you wanted more but you didn’t have much time to think about it before peter moved the toy out of the way, wrapped his lips around your clit, and sucked hard

you jolted and couldn’t help but let a particularly loud moan of his name out

though he groaned at the sound of you and couldn’t help but grin into your heat, he scolded you teasingly, his voice like velvet

“bad girl“

he pulled away and smacked your pussy, making you whimper, your back arching

“don’t want ned to hear, do we?”

he raised a brow and you shook your head in agreement, letting out a quiet “no”

“had to turn up the volume since you were so loud,” he tutted, shaking his head in mock disapproval

he dissolved the webs holding the vibe and threw it aside before lying down and burying his face in you

you almost screamed but you bit your lip, not wanting to scar ned for life

and even though ned was right outside, peter was not holding back one bit

he put one hand on your stomach, holding you down as he licked up your wetness, spreading it all over your pussy

“so fucking wet, princess.”

“m’sure you don’t even know how many times you came––”

“i’d say at least 20 with how long i left you here.”

“you’re practically dripping onto the sheets, fuck––”

you were so sensitive and so so wet, you felt like you were going to burst out of your skin, you felt like you were on fire but you’d never felt better in your life

peter slid two fingers inside you and you mewled when he sucked on your clit while scissoring his digits inside of you

he quickly found that spot inside of you that made you melt and you let out a quiet but desperate string of curses

“shit pete, oh my god! fuck––”

you were so so close and you were about to tip over the edge when you heard ned speak up

“dude i finally beat the level!”

peter lifted his head and looked up at you, his mouth slick with your wetness, fingers still pressing against your spot

“dude no way! i’ll be right out, just helping my girl for a second.”

it was honestly impressive how peter could switch the tone of his voice so quickly

“no problem! also it sucks that you’re sick y/n. i hope you feel better!”

you cleared your throat and shut your eyes tightly, about to answer when you felt peter’s tongue back on your clit, his fingers going faster than ever as they repeatedly hit your spot over and over

your eyes shot open and you looked down, eyes wide, to see peter looking right at you, a smirk on his face

“well don’t be rude, princess. answer him.” he commanded before wrapping his lips around your clit again, coaxing you to the edge

“th––thanks ned!” there were tears in your eyes and your voice cracked as you replied to him but you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed when you were so close to cumming

peter slid his hand up to your breasts and pinched your nipple hard just as he slipped a third finger inside of you and you came without warning, your eyes rolling back as your whole body tensed, your mouth dropping open to let out a silent moan

it felt like your soul was leaving your fucking body

“such a good girl for me” peter said, licking up your juices

the noises your pussy was making were borderline obscene but you couldn’t control it

you shut your eyes, taking deep breaths as you felt peter get off of the bed

it was a couple of minutes later when you heard him moving something

you open your eyes and he’s setting up a “fucking machine”

he placed it on the bed and turned it on,

setting it on the slowest setting so that he could make sure it’s positioned properly

and as soon as the dildo slid into you, you let out a broken moan

“oh my god––”

peter could feel himself swelling in his sweats and how he was going to hide that from ned, was beyond you

you and him both knew that this was going to be torture since you couldn’t cum from that alone

but peter was more than ready to have his fun with you

and just when you thought things couldn’t get any “worse”, he pulled out a remote

he was going to fuck you from the other room

he smirked as he watched the realization set in on your face

“i’ll be right outside, princess.”

he leaned down to kiss your clit and you couldn’t help the moan that you let out

his eyes turned a shade darker,

“i’d say scream if you need me...” he paused, glancing over your body, “but if i hear anything from you while i’m outside,” he turned up the speed on the machine and your eyes widened, your mouth dropping open only for you to quickly bite it closed, “this stops.”

with that he walked out of the room, slipping the remote into his pocket

you could already hear him joking around with ned, shouting excitedly and laughing but it soon drowned out as he the speed picked up on the machine

you were slipping further into your headspace––you’d been slipping all day, but now that peter was here when you really needed him and he wasn’t touching you, that’s what pushed you further

you were so fucking sensitive

peter kept alternating the speed and it felt so good,

but it wasn’t enough to make you cum

you felt the bubble in the pit of your stomach expanding wider and wider but it just wasn’t enough for it to burst

you felt so drained that you couldn’t even scream if you wanted to

the sun was completely gone by the time ned had left and it seemed that peter did every other possible thing he could have done before coming to you

you weren’t even sure when peter actually stepped into the room

you were so far gone that when you shut your eyes it felt like you slipped into another dimension

but as soon as you heard him speak up, your senses went into overdrive and you were completely aware of him and where he was

you just needed him to touch you

“look at you, princess...” he clicked on the highest speed, the remote still in his pocket and you let out a long whine. “all fucked out for me and i haven’t even fucked you yet.”

he picked up the vibrator, set it on the highest vibration and pressed it directly to your clit

you let out a gasp and your legs weakly strained against the webs as you came

the sight of you struggling through your pleasure only made peter want you even more

without even letting you settle down from your high, peter put the vibe on the bed, dissolved the webs on your legs and hastily threw the fucking machine aside

(you were honestly surprised it didn’t break)

he practically ripped his sweats off and positioned himself between your legs

you were honestly out of breath but once peter slid into you all at once, his thumb immediately finding your clit with no warning, he managed to knock what little breath you had left out of you

he started deep and hard, letting you feel every inch of him as he slammed into you over and over

“had me. so. hard. all. day.” he said between thrusts.

“you know that?” he asked rhetorically, not even letting you think of a response

“unlike you, cumming in here as much as you pleased, i was out there leaking in my fucking boxers at the thought of you.”

you regained strength of your legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him into you and he laughed breathlessly

“you got to cum all. damn. day.”

“what do we say, angel?”

when you struggled to respond, he stopped, his cock buried all the way inside of you, throbbing as your pussy clenched around him

“what do we say?” he repeated himself, moving so that he was leaning over you menacingly, his breath hitting your lips

you whined loudly before looking into his eyes that were the darkest you’d ever seen them,

“th––thank you, sir.”

he grinned, moving so his lips were by your ear, before whispering “good girl.”

with that he picked up his pace and began thrusting at a pace that was almost inhumane

your mouth dropped open, your body aching to scream, but all that came out was a weak gasp

peter slid a hand down and raised one of your legs, opening you wider and you groaned at how the change in position felt

he growled, leaning into you to kiss and suck at your neck

he felt himself getting close but he didn’t want to cum yet so he pulled out, ignoring your whines

the webs on your hands were loosened up by now so peter ripped them off of you and your eyes were quick to find his

you looked so innocent but the wet spot between your legs on the sheets and the smell of the room said otherwise

“can i please touch you?”

he smiled before flipping over so you were on your hands and knees and you pouted, your face hidden in the sheets

but it was soon replaced with a smile as peter grabbed your arms, twisting them behind your back so he could interlace his fingers with yours

you sighed contently and he laughed, leaning over to kiss your shoulder before asking

“you ready?”

you responded a quiet “always”

and he replied “so good for me” before sliding his cock into you and slapping your ass

he went fast and hard and with each thrust you let out a small moan

he felt himself getting closer and closer before he knew it

he was so overwhelmed by you he couldn’t even think straight anymore

deciding he wanted to see you while he made you both cum, he flipped you over again, his cock still snug inside of you

you gasped for what felt like the tenth time that day/night

peter kept thrusting into you, leaning forward so he could kiss you

you moaned and melted into the kiss, finally getting what you ached for all day

you dug your fingers into his hair, pulling just the way he liked, making him groan into your mouth as he brought a hand up to pull you closer to him

your smiled cheekily, your tongues still rolling together, barely noticing when his hand slipped away

but you soon dropped away from the kiss when you felt the vibrator back on your clit at the highest level

peter started thrusting faster you moaned breathlessly, your eyes fluttering shut as your back arched

“want you to cum one more time on my cock so i can fill you up...can you do that for me, baby?”

you nodded, tears pooling and rolling down your cheeks “y––yes...”

peter held out as long as he could, still pounding into you and as soon as your legs tightened around him, he knew you were about to cum

he just didn’t know how hard

you finally let out that scream that had been inching it’s way out of your throat all day, seeing white as you came all over peter, your legs shaking

he groaned, releasing his load inside of you “holy shit baby, fuck that’s it––”

he turned off the vibe and threw it aside, thrusting inside of you a few times until your hands came down to push him weakly

“no please please––”

he grabbed your hands and kissed your palms, soothing you

“it’s okay baby, you’re okay. we’re done.”

he slowly pulled out of you and watched his cum slowly make it’s way out of your used hole

“god you’re perfect...”

normally he would bury his face between your thighs to clean you up but he didn’t want to hurt you so he let you be

he kissed your forehead before lying down next to you, pulling you over to him to rest your head on his chest

the both of you were panting hard as peter’s hands caressed your body, coaxing you back to him

“you did so so good for me, princess.”

you took some time to respond, still in shock from your orgasms

“yeah?”

“of course,” he kissed your cheek, “always so good for me. my best girl.”

it was a while before he spoke up again, wanting you to fully be able to process his words since you were a little out of it

“gonna clean you up soon, take a warm bath.”

you sighed, happy with those plans

“then i got you takeout from your favorite restaurant, which we’ll eat after you’re nice and clean.”

you leaned up to kiss him on the lips, “thank you baby.”

he smiled when you pulled away, looking at you fondly, wondering how he got so lucky. “anything for my best girl.”

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sinisterlyhan · 4 years

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04. hyunjin ; hyunsung / 6067 words

incubus!hyunsung, oral (m receiving), female reader, unprotected sex, shower sex, semi public sex (almost getting caught oops), a little bit of daddy kink, a little fluff at the end

parts: 01 ; 02 ; 03

your fingers lightly tapped on the mouse pad of your laptop, your eyes squinting carefully at the screen as you enlarge the photo printed on it. the summoning glyph showed in a pixelated format, it was blurry but you could still make out the little details.

holding up your laptop, you slid off your bed and went around so you could check out the white sheet you had laid out on the space in your room.

you used the same red paint you did last time when you summoned jisung, and you were fairly sure you followed the picture correctly when you drew it minutes ago. glancing between the symbol on your sheet and the one on your computer, you couldn’t find a single mistake you could have made.

so why hasn’t hyunjin showed up? you chanted the spell right, you did it three times just to make sure you’ve got backup. it has almost been twenty minutes now and he was still nowhere in your room.

you were hoping you could call him up to spend some time with him. as amazing as it was with jisung last time, you still couldn’t shake the guilt in your chest that you had left him out of the fun. not that you believed hyunjin particularly missed your presence or anything, even though jisung told you that both of them did miss you last time he stopped by.

either way, you needed a reason to summon him that didn’t pertain to you wanting to see him, or fuck him, or anything along the lines of those. as if those boys haven’t been all you thought about lately.

it was like your mind gets hornier with each encounter with those two boys, and so far there has only been two! both of them mind-blowing as well!

you’ve done things you never thought you would, you’ve made noises and said words so inappropriate that your innocent mind still blushes when you recall them, and you have fanaticized about them so much in your own time that it was starting to take your attention away from other things.

the way they kept leaving you wanting more and more of them was beyond anything you have expected from yourself. you didn’t hate it, it was just unexpected and you were often shy of sudden things.

“oh, why are you so lame?” you accused yourself with a grimace, balancing your laptop on one hand while your other reached up to rub your forehead. “maybe he’s busy. you aren’t the only person summoning him.”

or perhaps he was mad at you for leaving him out last time. but you had prepared an explanation to why you didn’t summon him as well so there should be no grudge held against that problem.

or, what if he changed his mind? what if he suddenly stopped liking you? that could be a possibility, one that would make a lot of sense and one that you would expect too, to be truthful.

you pursed your lips together then, your eyes furrowing as you placed your laptop on your desk. your head hammered against your thoughts, an unsettling feeling surfacing in your chest as your mind started to spiral down a self-deprecating path.

you were unsure when you started to feel like this, this tightening feeling in your chest whenever a negative thought appeared has never happened before. you were often so susceptible to the damage of your own insecurity now that you were suddenly denying it made you felt uneasy.

but a part of you wanted desperately to hold onto the hope that it could be possible for the two demons to really care for you just as you are, just like how they have shown to be on certain occasions.

“oh, stop worrying,” you muttered to yourself as you shut your laptop and glanced down at the white sheet. you heaved a sigh, looking around your room for any signs of the blond-haired boy, and when you found none, your shoulders dropped in faint disappointment.

moving away from your desk, you went into your closet and fished inside for a towel before holding it on your forearm. your mind was telling you to take a hot shower, let it clean your head and calm you down for a moment before you start worrying again.

you could try summoning him again later. it’d be a bonus if you smell nice when he shows up too, something you had read online that it could be pretty appealing.

with that in mind, you open the door to your room and left for the bathroom just down the hall. after just a few whiles of you turning on the showerhead, the same black portal appeared in the midst of your room and, as per usual, hyunjin morphed from the substance and landed on the ground.

he gave himself a moment to adjust to the sight of your room.

an opened textbook laid on your desk with your laptop beside it. that was the second time he’s seen that book, and just like last time, he could feel your stress all over the material. your worst subject, he assumed.

a new mattress, he recognized, and you’ve got yourself a new hamster plushie laid at the pillow. he grimaced slightly—those damn cheeks reminded him of han jisung, who absolutely did not hesitate to let his tongue slip when he hinted on sharing some alone time with you.

cheeky bastard. whatever, it didn’t matter. he would just have to make you forget all about him when his turn comes. and it seemed that his calling has finally arrived.

the white sheet on the ground took up most of the space, as well as his attention. you had been trying to summon him, and he heard you. he just wasn’t able to leave immediately because he was with somebody else, but hell, when he heard you say his name after so long—it was like his chest got struck by lightning, a sense of thrill washing over him.

all he wanted to do was finish off quickly so he could go find you. his eyes closing as he chased his high, the image of your face coming in quick flashes across his mind.

looking around himself, hyunjin snapped out of his thoughts and it finally came to light that you weren't in your room. he raised his brow, confused. he was sure you called his name, there was even proof of the ritual being set up on the floor, yet somehow you weren't anywhere in your room.

spinning around, his eyes slightly widened at your opened door, revealing the hallway outside. a short hum escaped his lips as he approached it and poked his head outside. the apartment was empty but it didn't feel so. and he could smell a waft of coconut shampoo in the air, one that he had sniffed out on several other ladies these past weeks as well.

they were never as appealing as you, for some reason. there was just something special about the coconut smell blending in so well with your personal scent, the sugary honey smell a perfect mixture with the shampoo you used. the smell accentuates at the crook of your neck, he vividly remembered, and he loved it so much.

shoving his hands into his pants, hyunjin stepped a foot out of your room. he looked around, his hair framing over his jaw prettily as he did so, and with a sharp left turn, he walked down the end of the hall where the smell came from.

his steps came to an abrupt stop before the locked bathroom. he glared at the wooden pattern printed on top, his eyes grazing past the lines as if he could see inside. then they landed on the metal doorknob, the key to the other side, the only thing keeping you away from him now.

he reached a hand out for the knob, but before his slender fingers could touch the roundness, the lock clicked and you swung it open with ease. you took a quick step back when you found a person standing at the bathroom door, and you huffed out a relieved sigh when you saw that it was hyunjin.

"oh–you scared me, hyunjin!" you exclaimed, placing a hand over your chest as you huffed out a laugh.

"i did?" he eyed up at your startled expression, amusement and a hint of longing rushing up to his smirk as he stood up straight. he tilted his head, a piece of his hair falling over his eyes as he blatantly checked you out.

"well, yeah, i was just taking a shower and–" you paused with furrowed brows, unsure why his eyes were gazing you up and down before your cheeks reddened suddenly.

right, you were just taking a shower. and since you did not expect anyone to be inside the house when you would be done, you had only brought a towel along with you. and now you stood before hyunjin, with only a towel wrapped around your body and slightly wet hair tied up into a loose bun.

seeing the blush on your face, he chuckled under his breath and took a step closer to you. his eyes softened with lust, his finger moving up to tug a piece of hair behind your ear. it slowly dragged down the side of your face, and then down your neck, across your collarbones, and it stopped to rub circles on your shoulder.

ahh, your skin was much softer after being rained down by steamy droplets. and he wondered how much better it could feel with water rolling down your body.

"what are you blushing for, doll?" he hummed lowly, his tone shoved with a hint of smugness in it. "it's nothing i haven't seen nor touched before."

"i know." your voice came out rather squeaky, much more than you'd like.

"you know?" he said, the sentence not intending to be a question but you nodded in response anyway. he smiled faintly then, his fingers finally gripping hold of your shoulder, causing you to hold down a breath.

it was somewhat strong, not strong enough to hurt but definitely enough to make a point. but you weren't so sure what he was trying to say yet. was he annoyed? was he disappointed? did he miss you too much? you haven't the slightest idea.

you stumbled back when hyunjin moved, walking you back into the bathroom until he reached his free hand over and closed the door behind him. his hand found the knob and swiftly clicked the lock shut, his eyes glimmering at the sound.

the bathroom was steamy, almost suffocating with the hot water heat it was previously filled with. the humidity made his clothes stick to his body, and the limited air surrounding you both only fueled his desire to take you even more.

hyunjin stared into your eyes intently, his gaze shifted ever so slightly down to your lips before it returned to your eyes again. he was leaning closer and closer, his waist bending down as his one arm circled around your back to pull you closer to him. your noses touched, causing your breath to quicken in anticipation at the long-awaited kiss.

"then do you know how much i've missed you?" he asked, his hot breath hitting your skin before he finally closed the distance between you two.

hyunjin let out a soft breath through his chest. he was able to immediately melt against you, his hand bringing you closer to him unconsciously. his lips moved carefully against yours to savor this moment he had been longing for since the day he left your side.

it just felt different, better; he has been on edge kissing somebody else for weeks, not that he has any choice regarding that problem. being able to close his eyes knowing he is touching your lips and nobody else's is reliving.

the desperation seeping into his gentleness made the kiss all the better for you. it was wrapped around you, from the way he leaned onto your lips and the way he pressed at the small of your back, his neediness wrapped around your body like a cocoon.

when he pulled away, you could barely open your eyes to look at him. your cheeks were flushed and your chest heaving against the confines of your towel, your bulging breasts a vivid reminder of his hardened member under his pants.

"do you have any idea how badly i've needed you these weeks?" he whispered, his hand running up your sides before his fingertip ran along the soft surface of your squished up breasts.

you let out a soft sigh, your eyes fluttering shut when he dove down to your neck, his lips soft against your skin. the hickeys jisung left recently have faded already, much to your surprise, and here hyunjin was planting new ones by biting and sucking on your neck.

if those two keep it up like this, you'd actually have to start learning how to cover your neck up without using a sweater or a scarf.

as you relaxed against the way he kissed down your collarbones and shoulders, hyunjin's hands slid around your waist before reaching up to the hem of your towel. you released your hand, letting him unwrap the knot you've tightened to the side and slipping the towel onto the floor.

his hand quickly found its way to your breasts, palming over the perky roundness with his cold hands and sending a shiver down your spine. your toes curled lightly, your feet raising up to a tip-toe when he leaned down to take your boob in his mouth, sucking on your nipple before biting on it.

he pulled away with his eyes focused on your face, his gaze a soundless laugh when you briefly glanced down to find your nipple being pulled between his teeth. it bounced back to your chest when he released his grip, his tongue flicking out to soothe over the spot as you moaned at the feeling.

"hyunjin." you didn't have anything to say, you just felt like saying his name. it was tasteful against your tongue, a name you were willing to repeat over and over again like a maniac.

"hmm?" he hummed lightly, his hands roaming down your stomach and your hips before they finally reached your wet core.

you whimpered at the feeling of his hand against your heat, his palm covering most of the area and the heel of it rubbing against your sensitive clit. he slid his hand up, his fingers slowly gliding past your slit and meeting your hole for a brief moment. dipping the tip of his finger in, hyunjin chuckled in dark delight at the slickness of your insides.

"you're so wet, doll," he said, straightening up but his fingers lingered at your heat. as you licked your lower lip, unguarded, he took the chance to slip his middle finger inside and felt you immediately clench around him. "i wonder why."

"is it because of me? were you playing with yourself in the shower earlier?" he asked, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you, you breathy moans a melodic song to him. "or were you thinking of somebody else in there, hmm?"

your eyes rounded for a second, his words barely processing in your brain. "wh–what?"

"don't act dumb, doll," he said, casually dipping his ring finger inside your heat. he smirked when you trembled, your back arching forward into him. "a little birdie told me that you had some alone time with somebody else."

interesting. was that jealousy you sensed? it felt less like disappointment, which jisung had exuded last time. hyunjin was being much more... passive-aggressive about it, like he was more annoyed and competitive than sad.

you could be overthinking it, though. you could be overestimating the power you have over him.

hyunjin looked at you when you opened your mouth to speak. no words were spoken, mainly because you didn't know what to say to him. he scoffed with a roll of his eyes; well, now he knew jisung wasn't lying just to rile him up. somehow part of him still desperately hoping he was.

"you hurt my feelings, baby doll. was he better than me?" he faked a pout, curling his fingers in your heat and gathering up your essence to create a loud squelch.

you moaned, your face red from the moment. what a question, how could you possibly answer that? either answer would end up getting one of them upset, and you've experienced how things could be when they're upset.

you could still feel the leather around your neck.

"don't go tongue-tied on me now," hyunjin said, his voice rising. he pulled his hand out of your cunt and dragged them up along your clean body. "i still need that tongue of yours to work."

they met your mouth, slathering your juices all around your lips as he roughly pressed against its surface.

his brows raised in bliss at the mere sight of your half-lidded eyes. your head tilted up at him as he pried your mouth open to rub his fingers all over your tongue, forcing you to taste yourself on his fingers. he sighed gently, watching the saliva string in your mouth.

"i'm–i'm sorry," you said then, your teeth grazing past his fingers as you opened your eyes at him. "i was going to summon you too but jisung stopped me."

"and you let him?" he said, raising a brow.

"i–" you pursed your lips together in dismay, your brows furrowing. "yeah... i did."

hyunjin nodded, his gaze turning solemn for a moment before the elegance returned. he could tell you felt bad, for whatever reason it was. and he liked that you did. he wasn't fond of jisung having you all to himself, the idea itself made his skin burn, so to know that you did slightly regret not inviting him made him over the moon.

"i'm sorry," you said meekly, giving him a faint smile as you reached up to hold his cheek. "i summoned you today hoping to make up for it, but it took you so long to arrive."

"yes." he nodded. "i was laying with another."

the dimming of lights that flickered across your eyes made him less giddy than he expected. you weren't sure why it was affecting you so much, you knew when you summoned them that you wouldn't be the only person with their names on the on-call list, and you have come to terms with that.

it's just... hearing him say it out loud forces you to admit it. and you had wanted to drown in your ignorance for a little longer.

"you upset, hmm?" hyunjin said, tracing his fingertip down your face. "then you can imagine my disappointment when jisung told me how good he fucked you the other day."

"yeah..." you nodded. "sorry."

"i think i'm gonna need more than just a verbal apology, doll."

you held in a breath, knowing exactly what he meant. your heart hammered strongly against your chest, not that you were in any way opposed to the idea but that you were unsure in your ability to meet his standards. you have never actually sucked someone off before, the last times it happened you were mainly restrained or controlled. all you needed to do was keep your mouth open.

however, despite the nervousness, you looked up at hyunjin for a brief moment, finding his gaze encouraging as you slowly dropped down on your knees.

hyunjin watched with hooded eyes, the anticipation swarming in his head overshadowed by the lust present in his eyes. he couldn't break now, he needed to put a front to assert his dominance, even though the sight of your bright eyes trembling as you fumbled with his belt was just so distracting.

his pants fell to the ground after you pulled them down, and your eyes slightly widened at the bulge underneath his boxer. your hand flew to touch it delicately, jumping when hyunjin hissed at the feeling.

"doll," he said pointedly, looking down at you.

you hummed knowingly, your hands tugging at the waistband of his boxer before ridding it as well. your eyes shut when his cock sprung out, your head leaning back slightly to avoid being hit in the face with it. and you blushed when you heard him laugh from above.

pouting slightly, you returned your attention to him and your hand reached over to grab ahold of his shaft. his girth surprised you, the fill of your hand quite a grabby touch to it, and you squeezed your fingers around him once to earn a reaction.

hyunjin shut his eyes, a soft grunt leaving him. he liked that, good.

alright, just concentrate and don't overthink it. you know the general gist of how to do this at least. just do what you have done in your imagination, nothing too hard about that!

you pumped him a few times, your hand gliding up and down as you flicked your wrist to go in a twisty motion. you repeated the motion for a while, gathering his pre-cum and lubing him up until you felt his dick was wet enough, then you finally took him in your mouth.

hyunjin breathed out when he felt your lips wrap around his tip, your tongue brushing along the lines of it as you eyed up at him in uncertainty, your mouth gently sucking his tip to giving him a little pull.

his heart stuttered at your wide eyes, asking for permission of sorts to move, and he could only manage to give you an encouraging smile.

your lips quirked a little in a grin before you took him further into your mouth, your hands covering the parts your mouth didn't reach. you bobbed your head along his length, your tongue lapping at his skin and running with its tip pressed against his shape. every time you tried to suck in, a slurping sound emits from you.

hyunjin continuously let out soft grunts of pleasure. your mouth was just as warm as he remembered, those slurping sounds and little pops of you leaving his tip adding as a bonus to what he couldn't hear last time.

and as usual, there was just something about it being you and no anyone else that really got him going. it prompted him to lose control, but he wanted to wait, he wanted you to please him instead of him controlling you to do so.

"baby doll, you can go all the way," he said, challenged almost, as he glanced down at you. his hand ran through your hair and he rubbed your head, this thumb pressing against your scalp when you licked his tip in thoughts.

you could. you would gag a lot, but you could. the last time you did it was because they had shoved it down your throat, but you supposed you could do it on your own as well. removing yourself from his cock, a string of saliva connecting your mouth with his tip, and you caught your breath before taking him in your mouth again.

your held in your breath, your lips pressed tightly against the skin of his shaft as you took him in slowly. your tongue flapped, touching his cock mindlessly and unpredictably, giving hyunjin a sheer thrill. he moaned loudly when you gagged after his tip hit your throat, the inside of your mouth moving in an attempt to get him out of you.

the saliva was gathering inside but you couldn't swallow them normally, so you didn't bother. you pulled away slowly and moved back in, letting his dick meet the entrance of your throat with each agonizingly slow bob of your head. and he could feel your mouth getting wetter and wetter by the second, your saliva gathering at your lips and threatening to drip out.

"shit, ahh, keep going," he muttered, tugging at your hair before letting go.

fuck, he was getting close. you were adjusting to the feeling and have started to move faster along his cock, the full, sucking sound mixing in with your wet slurps a symphony to his ears.

feeling his dick twitch inside your mouth, his thighs flexing as they wobbled slightly, hyunjin's hand flew to your head and he pushed you against him, making his tip touch brush against your throat again. you whined at the sudden force, your eyes widening as your hands curled into fists at your lap.

hyunjin's moan spluttered out of his mouth, his gaze hardened as he felt his high coming up. before he could release, he pulled out of your mouth and pumped himself a few times. his cum sprouted out of his tip, landing messily on your face and melting in with your drool.

you were startled at the sight, your eyes closing at the substance that touched your face. when you opened your eyes again, hyunjin was already pulling you up by your arm and pulling you to the side where the shower was.

"good girl, turn on the water and i'll join you in a second," he said.

you did as he told, stepping into the cold tiles and immediately turning the showerhead on. the hot water took a while to come out, and when they did you gathered them up in your hands and splashed your face with it.

hyunjin appeared from behind, soundless as a ghost, and you gasped when he wrapped his hand around your waist to bring you back against his chest. oh, he took his clothes off, understandably. you were just surprised since it was always you who got fully naked the last two times.

"hey..." you greeted timidly, turning around to face him.

hyunjin smiled faintly, his eyes trailing past your features and your skin. ahh, he knew it. you looked just as ethereal with steamy droplets rolling down your shoulders, like a goddess coming straight out of the holy pond.

"have i ever told you how beautiful you look?" he impulsively asked, his hand roaming to your back and trailing up your spine.

you panicked with a shake of your head, the compliment was so unexpected and hard to believe that the only thing you could say was, "what, no, no! you're beautiful, you're so pretty!"

he paused, frozen up. his heart pumped against his chest, threatening to tear open his ribcage so it could land closer to you. the way you complimented him, not in the least seductive, just purely out of sincerity. it wasn't to spice up the mood or to gain something in return, you just wanted to tell him he's pretty.

and it was so endearing, hyunjin couldn't think of anything else. he just blanked out. and he couldn't find it for the life of him how you managed to make him fall for you just like this.

"hyunjin? are you okay–mmm," you cut off with your eyes shut tightly when he captured your lips.

he was rougher than usual, his lips moving quickly against yours as he pushed your back up against the wall. the water splashed over his head, making it stick to the back of his neck, and his body was warm all over from the heat.

you sighed against his mouth, melting into his embrace as your hands went up to his neck so you could wrap your arms around him. a gasp left your lips when you felt his member poking at your inner thigh, and you pulled away with a slight whine.

"hyunjin," you called, opening your eyes to see his droplet filled face. your eyes could barely open with the shower head pouring water at your face, but even then you could make out his divine features. "hyunjin, i need you, please."

"you need me?" he whispered, his breath hitching in his throat.

you looked at him, your lashes fluttering as you glanced down at his lips before you kissed him once, sweetly. when you pulled away, you nodded. "yeah, i need you."

something tells him it doesn't only apply to sexual pleasure. he hoped he was right.

"jump," he instructed then, his hands going down to grip your thighs. pushing you up against the wall, the water dripping down your chest now and your head just before the waterfall, he positioned himself at your entrance.

you back arched off the wall, your head rolling up as you whimpered at the stretch. he slowly pushed himself in, stopping when he was in at the hilt so you could adjust to his size. and when you hit the back of his neck a few times to urge him to move, he finally started to roll his hips against yours.

fuck, this was heavenly. there was something about the water, the additional wetness that made this feel all the better. the pitter-patter of the water a prickly sensation aside from the way he moved against your walls.

he was kissing you everywhere his lips could land. messily, longingly, desperately—his lips trailed all over your jaw, your collarbones, your shoulders, and your chest. and you clawed at his back, your nails digging into his skin as he relentlessly thrust into your incredibly tight cunt.

"oh fuck–hyunjin! ahh–" you moved closer to him, your legs tightening around his waist when his tip brushed against your sweet spot. "shit, yes!"

"mmhm, good girl, keep saying my name," he grunted.

he pinned your back against the wall, using that as leverage so he could roam a hand around your body, the other at your hip to hold up your body. he breathed out a sigh when his hand reached your abdomen, feeling his shape fainting bulging at your tummy.

ugh, you're so small! such a delicate little thing, he was tearing you apart so easily. if only you were sane enough to notice how you were acting from the way he pounded into you, you could have heard yourself pleading and begging for more, you could have sensed yourself hopelessly bucking your hips forward for more.

you could feel your high approaching, your moans gradually tuning louder and more rapid the more he slammed at your g-spot. but before you could start trembling into cloud nine, a loud knock sounded at the door and you turned over with eyes wide in alert.

hyunjin slowed down and turned off the showerhead, his brows furrowing in annoyance at the intrusion.

"hey, baby girl? are you okay in there?"

your jaw dropped. why is your father home? you turned to hyunjin, your fingers tightening around his shoulders as you eyed him to shut up before looking back towards the direction of his voice.

"hey dad! i'm fine, just dropped the soap! please leave!" you yelled out, your face starting to flush when hyunjin decided to slowly ride into you anyways. you glared at him, and he only shrugged.

"okay, be careful!" your father said from outside the door. "your mom's department manager invited us to have dinner with the crew today so we won't be home until late tonight, alright?"

"ye–yeah!" you squealed at a particularly harsh thrust as if hyunjin was calculating the moment you'd speak and just waiting for the time to mess you up.

"i put money on the table for you, just get some takeout and be good at home, okay?"

"i'll be fine! see yo–ahh!" you clamped a hand over your mouth, your eyes widening as you blushed at the sound hyunjin just pushed out of you.

"are you sure you're okay, baby girl?"

hyunjin smirked, enjoying this moment way too much. "oh, sir, your baby girl is doing more than okay," he hummed out, his hips bucking into yours continuously. "aren't you, hmm? tell him you're doing great, doll."

your chest panted as you looked weakly at him, then you turned your head so you could give a quick response. "fine! just go, i'm–taking a shower!"

you waited a few moments after your father left the door, calculating the time needed for him to head back outside and leave the front door.

hyunjin raised a brow, sighing slightly at your worried expression. "he left, i can hear the door click."

you exhaled in relief before lightly hitting him across the chest, a pout permanent on your face. "what was that? my dad could have heard me!"

"aww, aren't you a good little girl?" he laughed as he slowly dropped you to the ground.

you looked him, confused and feeling empty at the loss of his girth. hyunjin smiled at you, then he suddenly opened the shower curtains, revealing the glass mirrors on the other side of the small bathroom, he quickly reached back for you and slipped himself into you from behind.

you watched your jaw drop, a pornographic moan flying out of your lips when he threw his sanity to the wind and started to thrust up against you. your breasts bounced with each movement and your legs trembled at the slams, his hand having to hold you up by the waist.

"look at yourself, baby doll. look at how much you're loving my cock," hyunjin hummed at your ear, his hand gripping your jaw and yanking your head down to look at the mirror. he was smiling sinisterly, his eyes a blaze of redness. "daddy's little girl isn't so naive anymore."

"fuck–hyunjin, i have to–i'm gonna come," you exclaimed, your back arching more with each thrust, feeling your sensitive spot being punched repeatedly. and your face, your fucked out face—why did you find this appealing?

"please–hyunjin, ahh!"

"mmhm." he grinned lowly, his lips pressed against your neck before they trailed up to your ear to whisper out a command. "cum, cum around daddy, baby girl."

your moan came out high-pitched and squeaky when you started dripping all over him, his words infiltrating your mind like a disease and spreading an unfamiliar bliss all over you. you were still drowned in the fading feeling when hyunjin took the chance to speed up his pace, his head buried at the crook of your neck until a strong groan left his lips.

he pulled out of your weak body, the white liquid oozing out of your pussy and dripping down your thighs.

looking at you, he smiled a little at your dazed expression. it looked like you were somewhat in deep thought, and he had an idea what it was about.

he planted kisses along your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down then, his hand gently rubbing at your tummy and patting against it.

"are you okay?" he asked softly, looking at you.

you snapped out of your thoughts then, the lights returning to your eyes as you processed his words. you nodded with a small smile. "yeah, yeah i am. just... surprised."

he giggled, turning you around so he could hug your warm body to him better. he turned the showerhead back on afterward and took it off the hook so he could carefully rain the water down on your body.

"found out you quite liked being called baby girl?" he asked, kissing your lashes.

you laughed. "i've always liked that. i just didn't know it would be... i didn't know i'd like it in that context as well."

"well," hyunjin started, shrugging, "you discovered something today!"

"i did, crazy," you said to yourself before looking up at him. "thank you, it was really nice today... and i hope you’re not too upset with me now...”

he could only smile down at you, watching your face with eyes so tender. if he spoke, the endearment piling up in his chest might overflow his words. but if him cleaning you up right now isn't any indication that he has very special feelings for you, he wasn't sure what is.

there was a hammering at the back of his head, and he ignored it so he could continue rubbing the shampoo over your body.

coconut, mixed in with your natural, loving scent—if he has a home then it'd smell like that, and he wouldn't want to go anywhere else.

#skz smut #skz dark hours #stray kids dark hours #stray kids smut #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut

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starwarned · 3 years

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work in progress wednesday

wow hi hello i havent done one of these in months i think. but i'm here! thank you for tagging me @palimpsessed (and also a few people who tagged me for six sentence sunday that i never got around to: @xivz @annabellelux @ninemagicks @bloodiedpixie @tea-brigade @gampyre so consider these tags uno reverse cards for wip wednesday if you're so inclined!)

i've been writing a lot recently (mostly for cobb!) so here's a some stuff that isn't cobb lol

i'm writing a lil birthday fic for simon and this is my note at the top of it when i was starting to write :) i will not tell you which of these things are actually in the fic but they all deserved consideration

and this is a little (actually, it's quite long and i'm sorry) snippet from my theatre au that has turned out way longer, plottier, and slightly hornier than i originally intended

and with that, i'm tagging lots of folks: @seducing-a-vampire @effing-numpties @urban-sith @arca9 @wetheformidables @otherworldsivelivedin @vampire-named-gampire @caitybuglove23 @captain-aralias @flammable-grimm-pitch @amywaterwings @aristocratic-otter @nightimedreamersworld @trenchcoat-moth to post some stuff! or to just know that i care about you <3 <3

#wip #wip wednesday #work in progress #work in progress wednesday #fic #my fic #fanfic #snowbaz #carry on

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ryuichirou · 4 years

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Could you share some of your erejean headcanons? 👀

Oh could I 👀 I’m glad you asked, anon! Because we do have some headcanons about EreJean…

As I already mentioned, we have a headcanon that they used to fool around together when they were cadets. Chemistry + intense arguing + stress + horniness did their thing. Even if they intended to keep it masturbation-only at first, it quickly became something more.

Jean was very horny back then, and Eren was helping him out. Jean was the first one to come with this type of problem. Jean really had no one else to turn to but Eren with this, he really needed him. He couldn’t ask Connie because Connie was an idiot and Jean was barely friends with anyone else. He maintained a rivals-friends relationship with Eren and it helped. It was just that one moment when Jean realised jerking off wasn’t enough and he wanted something else... That’s how it happened first. When Eren got horny, Jean would help him out too of course, that happened often too.

At some point they did it every time when they got an opportunity to be alone for like 5 minutes. If they were alone in a shower, it was the best case scenario.

Although there were a lot of situations when the rest of cadets would enter the showers at the worst possible moment. And the right thing to do would be to stop whatever they were doing, go to different corners of the room and make it seem like they were just showering before anyone noticed anything. But Eren got stubborn sometimes, so they had to continue having sex stealthily, which is almost impossible when the room is filled with loud guys. Reiner noticed that and helped them to avoid unnecessary attention at least once.

Technically Eren and Jean were just helping each other out, but still there are some feelings here. We have a headcanon that Jean has a crush on Eren, both in the canonverse and in the AUs where there are EreJean interactions.

After their cadet years they were too busy to continue their thing as often as they used to, but they still do it from time to time. Not enough for Jean’s taste, but he’d rather bite his own leg off than say that to Eren.

It also became more difficult for Jean to provoke Eren, this is why Jean complains so much about the fact that Eren is too moody now and always just mumbles something to himself while looking at his own hand. And this is why he was so shocked when Eren replied to his snarky comment back then before the Shiganshina Battle when they were having meat for dinner. He was extremely happy.

Their kisses were very awkward at first. They don’t kiss very often in general, but at first it was almost funny, because Eren was too aggressive and he basically attacked Jean’s mouth with his own. And Jean kind of wanted to take the process into more of a sensual territory, but he didn’t want to lose to Eren, and it ended up being just a straight-up fighting with tongues (and maybe bites). As a result, after about 15 minutes both of them were an exhausted drooling mess.

Jean tried to argue with Eren for the right to top at least once, but they both kind of knew that Jean didn’t really want that. Less than 3 minutes after Jean’s statement about the matter, he bottomed once again and his heart and body were satisfied.

Jean has conflicted feelings about him enjoying being pushed around by Eren as much as he does. He can act all offended and angry at Eren for treating him too aggressively or being rude to him, but it still makes him weak at the knees. The amount of times he moaned quietly when Eren said something mean to him during the process… a lot.

Jean also likes it when Eren is all mad and shouting, he provokes him a lot. Of course he’s sure that he just enjoys the fact that Eren is too emotional and is easy to provoke, it’s fun to poke a bear when the bear is this entertaining when mad. But there is a part of Jean that genuinely just likes it when Eren is grabbing him roughly after they had a fight in front of everyone.

This isn’t a headcanon per-se, it’s something that Isayama mention in the SnK Encyclopedia, but I still love this fact, so I’m gonna put it here anyway: Eren and Jean are very comfortable with each other physically.

Which makes me think that there is a lot of shoving, pushing, grabbing, slapping, headbutting and other stuff going on when these two are in the same room together. A lot of it happens unconsciously, Eren can just kick Jean’s leg out of nowhere while they’re sitting next to each other talking to someone. And Jean will likely kick him back.

I’ve been thinking about it since Anon mentioned it the other day, and I accept this headcanon with my whole heart: Jean grew out his hair because it feels good when Eren pulls it. Of course he wouldn’t admit it, even to himself.

Jean secretly thinks that Eren is very handsome and cool. He’d never compliment him of course, but he might comment on how freakishly big Eren’s eyes are. Eren, however, talks a lot about how stupidly tall Jean is and how stupidly long and heavy his legs are. It ends up with another bickering, but Jean gets very obviously shy anyway.

Jean’s stupidly long legs are always super shaky after sex, Eren scoffs at it and compares Jean to a newborn baby horse every time.

Jean blushes A LOT. His entire body turns red when he’s turned on, his ears are very red, his face is red. His eyes get teary and he sweats a lot. He also breathes heavily and moans a lot (of course he’s trying to hold back, but Eren is too intense for him)

Jean is very loud and he doesn’t notice that a lot of times, he thinks that Eren exaggerates when he complains about it.

For that reason, Eren loves putting his hand over Jean’s mouth sometimes. But a lot of times he’s doing it just because he likes that.

Jean loves being manhandled and having sort of a rough sex just in general.

If we’re talking about an AU where both Erejean and Ereri are a thing, Eren would definitely notice how loud, whimpery and sensitive Jean is compared to Levi. He might even comment on how slutty and obvious Jean is, which would only make Jean even hornier.

Ghh I love EreJean very much and have a huge soft spot for Jean in general. Thanks for your question, Anon, it’s fun talking about them.

#replies #erejean #jean kirsein #eren yeager #headcanons

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Hot summer days are meant for playing games 6k, basically all smut lol whoops

Disclaimer: I’ve created a whole OC character for Grayson in the past year or so, just as a creative outlet, and never really intended on posting it anywhere. Like, at all lol, so on the off chance anyone actually reads this, go easy on me please. If something seems like it doesn’t make sense or needs more background, it’s because it’s already written in the deep recesses of my Pages documents lol.

If you do read, thank you so much! Creative writing, especially fanfics, have always been my creative stress relief, so this is all in good fun. I’m definitely not attached to only this character, though, so if you don’t think this is complete dog shit and want to see other concepts, I’d love to do that! :)

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There are a lot of negatives to be said about LA, as MJ had learned quickly when she moved here a few years ago from her home state of Oklahoma: the stuck-up snobs; the traffic; the dirty streets everywhere you go. One thing not on that list, however, is the weather — nine times out of ten it’s perfectly sunny and warm.

Today is one of those days where it’s borderline hot, but still comfortable to sit outside and bake in the sun for a couple of hours. That’s what she and Grayson are doing as they lounge peacefully by the pool in his backyard, soaking in all the Vitamin D that mother nature can give them.

MJ welcomes the blast of heat from the outside air that contrasts harshly with the AC she leaves behind in the kitchen. She had gone in to grab the two of them glasses of water and, while she was in there, noticed the house was oddly silent.

She plants a peck on her boyfriend’s full lips as he accepts his glass with a thanks. “Where are the E’s?” she asks, referring to Grayson’s brother Ethan and his girlfriend Evie. They were both still home when she and Gray first went outside, but a quick glance at her phone tells her they’ve been out here for over an hour, so that really means nothing now.

“I think they were gonna take a Soul class and then have a beach day,” Grayson answers. He sits up a bit to take a sip of his water, and MJ can’t help but admire the way his abs, slick with tanning oil, contract deliciously at the movement. They’ve been together for nearly a year now, and she still can’t get enough of his physique. Amongst other traits of his too, of course, but in the context of lying in the warm sun surrounded by the sheen of coconut-scented body oil, it’s what comes to mind first.

Not to mention, he’s wearing her favorite swim trunks of his — the ones she had bought him — that not only make his olive skin tone pop because of their bright turquoise color, but the fit hugs his ass (and dick) in all the right ways.

Clearly, she’s doing a piss-poor job at hiding her ogling, though to be fair she isn’t trying all that hard to begin with.

He smirks at her. “Can I help you?” he teases, knowing damn well what’s going through her head.

MJ flushes when she realizes she’s been caught, but quickly decides two can play this game. She bends over him and only lets him steal a quick glance at her ample cleavage in her bikini before taking hold of his face in both hands and kissing him.

“You’re sexy,” she admits simply when they part, smiling and wiping a dab of saliva from his lower lip with her thumb.

He swats the exposed skin of her ass lightly when she turns to walk the couple of feet away to her own lounger. She yelps in surprise, which melts into giggles. “Not as sexy as you.” She rolls her eyes playfully and blushes at this, though he can’t see her doing so behind her oversized black sunglasses and the shade of her baseball cap. “I mean, come on, MJ, they’re just muscles,” he says with smug grin.

He’s so full of shit today. MJ scoffs and settles into the chair, not quite believing her ears but also realizing he’s still teasing her. “Okay, Gray.”

She glances over at him and sees him rubbing his thighs, something he knows always gets her going, under the guise of applying more sunscreen. The audacity. She knows it’s intentional by the way he’s biting back a grin and stealing glimpses at her out of the corner of his eye.

Oh, so he still wants to play this game? Apparently ten months together hasn’t clued him in that she is just as competitive as he is, even in stupid things like ‘who can make the other person hornier.’

She forms a quick plan. MJ pretends like she’s oblivious to his nonverbal taunts and reaches out her hand for the bottle of Sun Bum. “So the E’s will be out for a while?”

Grayson stops his ministrations to hand her the slick brown bottle. “As far as I know. Why?” he asks, lying back in his lounger and pillowing his head on his hands. The way his arms curl send his biceps and shoulders bulging, another one of her physical weaknesses for him.

Douche.

“Just wondering,” she answers casually. MJ reaches behind her to raise the back of the lounger that is almost completely flat, higher up so that it can keep her in a relaxed sitting position.

Using his physical teasing as fuel to gather her nerve, she next twists her arm behind her back and tugs at the tie on the thick straps of her cherry red bikini, then does the same to the one around her neck. Even though they’re on private property, in an enclosed yard where no one can see, it still feels a little odd and uncomfortable to be even partially nude outdoors. But if it gets her points in this game against Gray, she decides it’s totally worth it.

When she tosses the scrap of fabric to the ground, the rustling causes him to look over and do a double take. “What—?”

MJ looks at him innocently, but grins devilishly inside; boys really are too easy, sometimes. “What, what?” she questions, spraying some of the tanning oil into her hands.

Grayson shakes his head at her and she can feel his gaze, hotter than the rays of the sun on her newly exposed skin, bore into her through his Ray Bans. “I see. So it’s like that, huh?”

“I don't know what you’re talking about. They’re just boobs,” she counters, throwing a variation of his own words back in his beautiful, annoyingly perfect face. Grayson scoffs at her incredulously, and MJ doesn’t even attempt to hold back a victorious smirk. She’s definitely won this battle, and she hasn't even brought out all the ammo. Yet. “For real, though, we basically live together; you see these every day.”

Grayson tosses a hand up and shakes his head like she had just said something ridiculous. “You see me shirtless every day and still look like you want to jump me all the time, so how is that any different?”

He has a point and he knows it, but he’s an idiot if he thinks she’ll admit so. MJ shrugs. “Anyways,” she continues, ignoring his comment, “I’m just trying to get rid of tan lines. And it’s only us here, so who cares?”

“What if they come back?” Grayson argues weakly, still trying to appear nonchalant about his half-naked girlfriend gleaming in the summer sun just three feet away from him.

MJ shrugs again. “We can hear them coming up the driveway from here, so I’ll just cover up when we do. Also, it’s not like Ethan’s never encountered boobs before, and I’m pretty sure Evie and I have seen each other naked more times at this point than you and E have each other.”

He looks a little affronted. “I’m not sure if thats weird or kinda hot, actually.”

She rolls her eyes again but fights back a smile at his somewhat predictable response. “Don’t be weird. Girls generally just don’t give a fuck with each other,” she explains.

“Well, I still don't want my brother peeping your goods; they’re mine.”

MJ should be irritated at his possessiveness, but admittedly she finds it a little endearing — not to mention, she loves when she drives him to be dominant, especially when she knows she’s really the one in control here. She thinks back to the couple of times Ethan had barged in on them in the bedroom on accident and how Grayson always made sure his body was completely shielding hers while he screamed at his brother to get the fuck out. Ethan clearly wasn’t a threat, but Grayson always made her feel safe and secure either way.

It also isn’t like she wants E to see her tits either, but it won't be the end of the world if he does, especially if the risk of it gets Grayson so riled up for her that he’ll think twice before teasing her like this again.

MJ’s got him hooked now and she knows it, so really she doesn’t need to take the final step in her plan. But thinking about his deliberate words and touches gets the competitive fire lit inside her again.

Taking the oil in her hands, she massages it into the supple flesh of her breasts that were, indeed, several shades lighter than the surrounding skin. Her tits jiggle enticingly and her nipples harden a bit at the pleasurable stimulation caused by her own touch; his sunglasses are still on, but she knows he can see the effect she’s having on herself.

“Fuck, MJ,” Grayson finally groans in defeat. He sits up in his lounger and plants his left foot to the ground, utilizing his long legs to pivot over to her chair and straddle the end of the cushioned seat in one movement. His large hands stroke the smooth skin of her calves that are bent in front of him, his eyes glued to the way she’s touching herself. “You win, okay? I’m sorry for teasing you.”

MJ smiles at him, her ego at soaring. She can tell his hands are itching to reach for hers and replace them. He hadn’t lied that first time they met — he really is a boob man, to the tee. Even in non-sexual situations, like whenever they spoon while sleeping or watching a movie, his hand automatically goes under her shirt to cup one.

“I really do want to get rid of these tan lines, though,” MJ tells him, feigning innocence while simultaneously trying to ignore the way her body is reacting to him being right in front of her, touching her. Unfortunately, there is no denying the rush of wetness to her bikini bottoms. She finishes rubbing the oil into her skin and cups her breasts as if he’s blind and can’t see what she’s talking about. “This is really not cute, what I’ve got going on here.”

Grayson scoots farther up the lounger and cups his hands under her bent knees to drag her into his lap. MJ gasps in surprise and hooks her elbow around the back of his neck to balance herself after his forcible movement of her body. He ducks his head down and kisses her, tongue meshing with hers perfectly and exploring her mouth just the way she likes.

“How about we do something more fun than just lay here while you work on that, then?” he pants when they separate. She nips distractedly at the juicy center of his full lower lip in reply, eliciting a low, rumbling growl from him. He plants kisses across her jaw, down her neck, and back up to the spot behind her ear that makes her putty in his hands.

MJ bites her lip to hold back any sounds, not wanting to give him the satisfaction just yet of letting him know he can do whatever he wants with her at this point. “You were just giving me shit because your brother might walk out here and see my boobs, but now you wanna actually fuck outside?”

She actually didn't hate that idea at all, to be fair.

“Yeah,” he says simply, like there’s nothing to it. “I’ve never done it outside, now that I think about it. Besides our first time, anyways, but that was still in a tent so technically it wasn't ‘outside.’”

This surprises her. Despite his young age, there aren’t a whole lot of opportunities for ‘firsts’ with Grayson, given his past ways. She isn’t about to let this chance slip because of a relatively minor, albeit highly embarrassing, what-if.

MJ grins. She takes her baseball cap off and puts it on his own head, backwards so she can have full access to his pretty face. Not to mention, she definitely has a kink for it that way. She rolls her hips down against his, pleased to feel him semi-hard already.

“Okay,” she agrees easily, using her grip on his neck to bring his lips down to hers once again.

She doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of kissing Grayson; the man has the act down to a fine art. And as irritated as she had been with him only a few minutes ago, she now feels an overwhelming need to please him as much as he so often does her.

“Sit down,” she whispers directly in his ear, motioning behind her to indicate he should be the one reclining back.

She feels him shudder before obeying. He keeps her securely in his lap by wrapping her legs fully around his waist and stands with her still clinging to him. MJ bites her lip and marvels at the complete lack of effort the shift in position takes for him, and he sits them down where he can rest his back against the lounger.

MJ removes their sunglasses and places them on the ground. “That’s why I love your muscles,” she says, rubbing her covered center along his length and devouring the expression on his face as she does so. Her hands massage delicately across his shoulders and down his biceps as she rocks fluidly on top him. “Forget aesthetics. They’re just evidence that you’re so fucking strong. That you work so hard. That you try to be the best version of you every day.”

She suctions her mouth to the pulse point thumping wildly under his jaw and drags her nails down his pecs, threading her fingers through the patch of hair in the center that he’s allowing to grow. Grayson grabs her ass with one hand to encourage the rocking of her pelvis against his, and squeezes one of her breasts with the other.

“How am I supposed to follow that?” he asks breathlessly and with a huff of laughter, tugging her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

MJ moans softly at the sensation. “Do your best,” she replies with a grin, scraping her teeth along the spot on his jaw before trailing kisses down his throat now.

She feels his hard swallow as he thinks for a second. “Uh, every part of you is so beautiful, and your body is just a reflection of how amazing you are on the inside.”

Wow. MJ laughs incredulously and pulls back to look him in the eye, golden hazel meeting bright green. “I can’t believe you just came up with that romantic ass statement while I’m dry humping you. That’s pretty impressive.”

“I mean, it’s true. And I do aim to please,” he smirks, thrusting up into her.

MJ gasps. Her eyes darken and her tongue subconsciously trails across her lower lip as she stares at her boyfriend heatedly. She cups a tit with her left hand, circling her nipple with her thumb, and grips her fingers into the curls at the back of his neck with her other hand. “I would have been happy with ‘I love your tits because they're the best tits I’ve ever seen, held, or had in my mouth in my entire life.’ But I’ll take your version, too.”

Grayson smiles. “How about, I love you, MJ, every part of you — especially your tits.”

MJ bites back a sappy grin and swears she can feel her heart swelling for him in her chest. “I love you, too,” she sighs, and uses her grasp on his hair to drag him in for a deep kiss.

When she’s had her fill of his mouth, she scoots down his body, trailing her tongue down the indentation dividing his abs and nipping playfully at the taut skin right above the waistband of his trunks. Her mouth waters at the sight of the bulge beneath them, straining against the slick material. “Lift up,” she instructs as she tugs the drawstring and hooks her fingers in the fabric clinging to his hips.

Grayson moans and does as he’s told while MJ pulls his swimsuit down his inked legs until she has to stand up where he can kick them off his foot. She takes a moment to admire the masterpiece that is her boyfriend’s body and uses the advantage of already being stood up to shimmy her bikini bottoms off her hips. She lets them drop to the concrete at her feet before crawling back onto the lounger in-between his thighs.

She can’t resist drawing a ticklish trail down his Adonis belt with her long nails and watching his dick twitch at the playful touch. Grinning, she takes him in her hand and observes with amusement how her simple grasp is already affecting him, spreading the resulting dot of precum around the swollen head. Her palm is still slightly lubricated with the remnants of tanning oil, which creates the perfect amount of friction when she starts to stroke his length up and down slowly, adding a twist of her fist when she reaches the tip.

Grayson throws his head back and moans. MJ utilizes his position as an element of surprise to duck her head and lick a trail on the underside of his cock, base to tip, then wraps her lips around his head.

His chin drops to his chest and his hazy gaze is met with her mischievous one while she stares up at him through her lashes. “Holy fuck, MJ,” he moans, taking hold of her dark locks and fashioning a makeshift ponytail in his fist so he can see her better.

MJ smiles around his length, pulling up and holding the tip against her mouth, kissing it lasciviously. “You want me to suck it?” she asks sweetly.

Predictably, Grayson nods enthusiastically, tugging gently on her hair to guide her down his cock. MJ smirks and gathers saliva between her lips. She purses them slightly and drags the slick moisture all along his shaft, coating him until she decides he’s wet enough for her to take him in her throat. He’s the biggest she’s ever had and hasn’t mastered letting him fuck her face yet, but her lips encircle him and she slides him down into her throat as far as she can with relative ease. She hollows her cheeks as she pulled back up, over and over again.

“Oh my God,” he growls, his blunt nails digging into her scalp; MJ adores the sensation. “Just like that, baby.”

She grins and lets him slip out of her mouth with a light pop, stroking him with her small hand while laving his balls with her tongue. MJ always loves sucking Grayson’s dick, but she can’t believe how much doing it outside is making her even wetter than usual. There’s something incredibly hot about being under the cloudless sky, in the fresh air, and, yes, the danger of potentially getting caught.

With that thought fueling her, MJ’s fingers dip down to her pussy and she lets out a tiny whimper when her slim fingers light upon her swollen clit, more for his benefit than an actual reaction to her touch; she wants him to know how much she’s enjoying having him in her mouth. Something about the situation they’ve gotten themselves into out here is amplifying her desire in every way.

“Should I make you come now with my mouth?” she asks, dribbling more saliva on his dick and sucking him as far as she can a few times in quick succession, eyes trained on his, and she’s earned with wanton moans from Grayson’s plump lips. MJ lifts her head, her chest heaving, and gives him a devious smile as she raises the fingers that had been playing with herself to his mouth, continuing to stroke him steadily with her fist. “Or should I put you inside me, baby? Hmm? Should I put your big dick in my tight little pussy?”

Grayson lets out a guttural growl and sucks her proffered fingers into his warm mouth readily. Before she realizes what’s happening, Gray is reaching behind him to lay the chair flat again, and she practically topples over at the sudden movement.

“C’mere,” he instructs as he lies back, motioning for her to climb up his body. He takes the hat off and throws it across the yard when the bill impedes him from lying flat.

MJ pouts. Despite her teasing questions, she isn’t done sucking him off yet. And she really liked how that cap looked on him. “But—”

“MJ, sit on my fucking face now,” he demands, his voice deep and commanding; it makes her shiver and her head swim. His hazel eyes, which usually turn almost as green as hers in the sun, are now a deep chocolate brown behind the darkness of his pupils, dilated with pure desire.

Well, shit. She doesn’t need to be told twice; when Gray is in this mood, there’s no room for arguing, and she loves it. MJ bites her lip and crawls up his abdomen until her knees are resting above his shoulders and her shins lay alongside his chest in what little room is left on the lounger. He wastes no time in wrapping one arm around her thigh, the other reaching up for her breasts, and attaching his mouth to her throbbing center.

She cries out when his tongue drags through her slit and flicks against her clit a few times before thrusting inside her. One of her hands supports her weight on the top edge of the chair and the other cards roughly through his thick hair, tugging none-too-gently on his dark wavy mop.

Grayson moans and nuzzles his nose against her swollen flesh, grinning up at her and tweaking a nipple with his thumb and forefinger. “Did you get this wet just from sucking my dick, sweetheart?” MJ nods, the game of pretending he has no affect on her flying out the proverbial window. He lets out a little noise of affirmation. “I thought so. That’s why I love eating you out after you blow me; you’re always dripping for me.”

Without warning he sucks harshly on her clit and she shrieks, throwing her head back and moaning uncontrollably despite her best efforts. “Grayson!”

Grayson leaves the little bundle of nerves and dips his tongue down to her entrance once again as if to taste the fruits of his labor, groaning quietly. “So fucking sweet, baby. I love how you taste,” he says before repeating the actions over and over, driving her insane with the unrelenting pleasure of his simple motions.

She doesn’t know how she has the capacity to speak, but she manages to get her vocal cords and brain to coordinate. “I…fuck — I, I wanted to t-taste your cum, too,” she squeaks out, trying not to grind down on his face too hard. Not that he seems to mind.

His big hands restrain her hips anyways, long enough for him to speak. “I know you did,” he says with a smirk, and his voice vibrates sensually against her center. “You can do that next time, but right now you’re gonna come for me, and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk. How’s that sound?”

God, the man knows how to use that mouth — in more ways than one. MJ can only moan and use her vice grip on his hair to tug him back to her pussy as confirmation that yes, that sounds fucking amazing.

All teasing pretenses are dropped as he goes straight for her clit and suckles her with purpose, that purpose being to get her to cum hard and fast. Sure enough, she feels the beginnings of her orgasm in her lower belly, driven by the sight of his eyes gazing adoringly up at her from between her legs.

It doesn’t take much longer once he adds both hands to her breasts, her moans reaching higher and higher pitches the closer she gets. “Ohmygod, yes!” she squeals, her knees squeezing instinctively around his head as he keeps up his ministrations, only gentler so she can ride out the high of her orgasm.

MJ’s moans turn to whimpers, and when she’s relatively back to earth she murmurs an apology as she slinks back down his body. Gray shakes his head in dismissal of her words and sits up, cupping her cheeks in his hands and kissing her deeply. She can taste herself on his mouth, and it gives her little aftershocks.

She settles over his lap and straddles his hips, grinding her dripping wet pussy against his rock hard dick because despite the amazing orgasm he had just given her, she was always ready to go for him; he makes her insatiable, sometimes.

“Fuck me,” she demands against his lips, lifting up so he can take hold of his dick and position himself where she only has to sit back and let him fill her up.

There isn’t much room on the lounger, but the way she’s forced to keep her legs close together just makes the fit extra tight and extra good. He lies on his back again, and MJ moans as she bounces on his cock with her hands planted on his broad chest for support while he grips her ass tightly.

Grayson for his part takes a moment to close his eyes so he can fully experience the warmth of the sun, the sweet wetness of her pussy, and the taste of her still on his lips all at once. He opens his eyes and is greeted by the sight of an angel leaning over him. The sun is right behind her head and creates a halo effect, making his heart skip a beat despite the fact that she’s doing all the work while he lies flat, spoiling him with her body like always.

MJ smiles down at him breathlessly and drags her manicured jet-black nails down his pec. He loves the pain of it, she found out early on in their relationship, and she’s more than happy to inflict it. It turns her on like crazy to watch his eyes roll back and his jaw to drop as he sucks in a harsh breath.

He can sense her tiring when she slows down and starts grinding on him, rubbing her clit into the groomed patch of hair at the base of his dick as she catches her breath and gives her quads a break. She moans and twitches when Grayson digs his thumbs in the sensitive creases of her hips as he sits up. He moves her legs to hook around his waist before wrapping his arms around her sweaty back.

“Hold on to me.”

MJ pants and clutches her arms around his neck, tightening her grip with her legs around his trim hips and digging her heels into his round ass. She buries her face in his shoulder as he stands both of them up. She doesn’t know what his plans are, but she hopes they aren’t going far; she needs him back inside her as soon as possible.

Her back hits the wall in the next moment and she revels in the firm, cool feel of the smooth siding against her skin that’s become heated from the sun and physical exertion. Grayson uses the leverage of the wall to keep her against the solid surface while he switches his hold on her so that her knees are now hooked over his elbows. Even in her somewhat delirious state, MJ can tell this will allow him to use the combined potential of his considerable physical strength and the support from the wall to fuck her senseless.

Their eyes connect as they both take a moment to gather themselves. Gray smiles at her sweetly and plants his palms against the wall as he dips his hips enough to thrust up into her.

MJ whimpers as he stretches her again, reveling in that sense of fullness and completion that she only experiences when he’s inside her. When he bottoms out, she cups his jaw and uses the strength in her core to raise herself up enough to connect their lips together. Her tongue instantly slips into his mouth and slides along his, tasting all of her that’s left in him, until she tucks her head in his neck to suck kisses up and down the thick column of his neck.

“Go, Gray, please.”

Grayson moans and lifts her up as he pulls back with his hips, only to let her sink back down on his dick while simultaneously thrusting up into her swollen pussy. As he continues and picks up the pace, the depth he reaches and the force behind their movements sends her reeling. Her nails dig harshly into the smooth ripples of his back as her eyes look almost unseeingly down over his shoulder at the wide expanse of flexing muscles. The newness of this angle makes her realize that this position is another first for the two of them. They’ve had sex standing up before, but never like this, where he’s almost completely supporting her and letting gravity do half the work for them.

The noises of their mixed moans and the sounds of their hips clashing fills the otherwise silent backyard. MJ leans back against the wall and grips his biceps, using her position to fully take in the power of his body. Every muscle bulges out with exertion, his jaw clenches in pleasure and concentration, his eyes flitting between her bouncing tits and her flushed face as he pants harshly.

Everything about her — mind, body and soul — is overwhelmed. She can’t help it; she’s so turned on by him, so in love with him, the words just pour out, even though she knows they won’t improve his stamina any.

“You’re so fucking strong, baby. I love how you can hold me up and fuck me like this with your big dick. You’re making me feel so good…” On one particularly sharp thrust, he hits the spot, and her eyes instantly roll back in her head while she lets out a purely reactionary shriek of pleasure. “Right there, Gray! Baby, holy shit…”

“Jesus, MJ, you’re so fucking hot,” Gray rasps out behind clenched teeth. From the animalistic noises he’s making and the unhinged expression on his beautiful face, she can tell he’s barely holding on anymore, but he’s getting her there so fast that she hopes he can last just that much longer.

With a surge of strength she didn’t know she had left in her, MJ leans up and wraps her arms around his neck, then hooks her legs over his ass for leverage so that his arms can hold her by the backs of her thighs. She starts thrusting herself and grinding down on his pubic bone, perfectly stimulating both her clit and that deep spot within her. Her body shatters a second later, her limbs quaking with the force of the waves coursing through her.

She knows that normally Grayson would let her ride it out at her own pace, even rub her clit slowly to get her through it, but he’s so riled up at this point that he simply slams her against the wall and pounds into her relentlessly. MJ’s mouth gapes open soundlessly as, to her complete amazement, she feels yet another orgasm right on the heels of the one that has just started abating.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants repeatedly, making direct eye contact with him. She knows what will trigger them both to fall over the edge. “You’re fucking me so good. I want you to come inside me, baby, please!”

A guttural groan rips from his throat, his thrusts falter, and his forehead drops to hers as she feels the first spurts of his cum shoot into her. This is all she needs for her own orgasm to tear through her, radiating warmth and electricity through her whole body with an indescribable intensity.

Masculine, relieved whines escape his open mouth, the sounds alone making her clench inadvertently around his throbbing length inside her. His lower lip is too enticing for her to resist, and she nips it teasingly before drawing him in for a slow, perfectly sloppy kiss. They’re both still distracted by the pleasure coursing through their connected bodies as he finishes inside her.

“Fuck, that was good,” he whispers after a minute of recovery, trailing his mouth down her jaw and nuzzling her neck sweetly. MJ smiles and hugs his sweaty head to her, kissing his temple in return. She’s about to suggest they go cuddle on the daybed under the shade of the awning, but she never gets the chance because…

“What the fuck, dude?!”

“Oh my God, you actual assholes! Gross!”

A scream catches in MJ’s throat as their heads whip to the sliding back door only a few feet away, and there they are; the E’s had apparently gotten home from the beach much earlier than she thought they would. Or maybe she and Gray have just been fucking for that long.

Once the scare of their sudden reappearance has worn off, she can’t stop a smirk from gracing her lips, though she does try to hide it in Gray’s neck in mock mortification. That’s not to say she’s not embarrassed, but what can she do?

“Well, don’t look!” Grayson cries, but she can hear the concealed laughter in his voice, just as her smile grows even wider against his sweaty skin.

“How about you don’t have sex outside against our house where we can look, you bitch ass!” Ethan screams at his brother. MJ peeks a glance at him and sees him standing there with the heels of both hands digging into his eyes, as if he is not only blocking out the image before him but trying to rub it from his memory, too. Evie is just running around the patio, laughing and yelling “No!” at the top of her lungs, which makes MJ giggle too despite her best efforts.

As humorous as this situation is and even though Grayson’s body is pressed against hers completely, it’s still pretty embarrassing considering she’s butt-ass naked with her boyfriend’s softening dick still inside her, in a backyard with two of her best friends right there to see. “I mean, we literally just finished if you want to walk away and let us clean up, then the whole yard is all yours.”

“MJ, can you not just clean up now?” Ethan insists irritatedly. “We’ve already got our shit ready to come lay out.”

She pulls her face out of his neck and looks at Grayson, biting her lip to fight the shit-eating grin threatening to break across her face; she can already picture his brother’s reaction to what she’s about to say. But what the fuck are he and Evie even still doing out here? Why are they not inside? They’re the ones making this weird.

“Well, we need to go grab my swimsuit bottoms, or otherwise there’ll be a, ah, mess, if you know what I mean. Also, I don't think I can walk.”

Just as she predicted, Ethan makes a dramatic retching sound and reaches his hand out for his girlfriend blindly. “Evelina, help me. Let’s go bleach our eyes out before I throw up from these mental images.”

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24 little kinks | Doors 18, 19 🎄

“You remember that chocolate advent calendar I got you for December?”

“I do,” he chuckled and pressed a tender kiss to your temple. “You made me display it in the kitchen so I would not eat it all at once.”

Your smile widened. “How about we get another one?”

Loki raised an eyebrow, only now paying proper attention to the sex toy ad. Then, he frowned. It was an odd mixture of disgust, genuine curiosity and even a hint of arousal flashing in his blue eyes.

A/N: I enjoyed writing this door a lot more than I thought I would. I’m gonna go take a shower now, okay?

NSFW warnings: medical play

“I’m actually surprised you didn’t figure it out yourself.” You giggled, examining the toy in your hands. “You couldn’t have used it on me, it’s for you.” Loki frowned.

“For me?”

“It’s a masturbator.”

“Yes, that’s what it said on the package.”

“It’s some kind of… vagina… simulator. You stick your hard penis inside and… masturbate.” Loki’s frown deepened. “I sincerely doubt this toy would feel nearly as good as your warm quim, my sweet.”

You giggled once again. “I’m flattered you think so, Trickster.”

Christmas drew nearer and nearer. On Thursday, you turned your living room into a gift wrapping factory. While drinking coffee on the sofa, Loki watched you in an interested manner, observing how you tied the bows on every package with skilled fingers and decorated them with chocolate, candy canes and tiny little baubles and at the very same time, desperately tried to find out what you had gotten him to put under the tree but you had told him that you wouldn’t be so stupid as to wrap his Christmas present right before his eyes.

He had even offered to help you but realised quickly he did not have the patience to wrap gifts that were not for you, even though he had quite the talent to make all those packages look rather pretty and presentable.

“Perhaps I should use that feather on you again…” He mused, crossing his arms before his chest.

You suddenly laughed.

“What?”

“I am for some reason imagining you wearing nothing but a red bow… neatly tied around your crown jewels.”

Loki smirked at you, shaking his head in the process.

“I’m almost done, Trickster. Why don’t you go ahead and open our advent calendar in the meantime?” Yesterday’s door revealed a penis sheath with knobs to enhance the female pleasure during sex. You hadn’t gotten around to using it yet though—Loki had buried himself inside you before you could even bring it up again yesterday and you intended to change that tonight.

He returned to you with a medium-sized box moments later, its content rattling when he opened the lid. Your eyes widened. You recognised the metal device immediately. It was vaginal speculum.

An arousing image of Loki, in a white coat, examining your pussy while you spread your legs for him on the sofa flashed before your eyes…

But at first, you’d have to explain to Loki what a gynaecologist was.

“That’s a vaginal speculum.” You stated, both terrified and excited.

“I beg your pardon, a what?”

“My gynaecologist uses it on me to examine my cervix. It’s an annual routine examination, along with a general pelvic exam.”

Loki looked up immediately, seemingly shocked by your explanation. “You let a strange man examine your quim every year?!”

“No, no, no, no, that’s not at all what this is. I mean… technically, yes. But she’s a woman. That examination is important, Loki, it’s to prevent any serious illnesses from developing. Things like cervical bleeding, cystitis or breast cancer…”

“She examines your breasts too?”

“Loki.” You smiled at him. “Are you aware what that toy is for?”

“Very well aware…” He replied, fingering the speculum in his hands. A faint smirk tugged on his thin lips.

Loki had done his research and when you came home from doing some groceries for the upcoming Christmas week (including loads of sweets and food he had asked for), your living room had transformed into… into a… it looked like a surgery. Everything was white, your windows covered with white curtains, the carpet to your feet white and cold tiles and the sofa… your sofa had turned into a gyno-chair.

It must have been an illusion—and a realistic one at that. You swallowed thickly. Suspiciously, you took off your shoes and leaned the shopping bags against the threshold. It was then Loki appeared in the living room, his arms crossed before his chest.

But that was not all. He was wearing a white coat.

“You are late for your appointment, Miss (Y/L/N).” Loki said, staring you down in a reproachful manner. “I do expect my patients to be punctual. My time is very limited.”

“How… how did you… and what…”

“I… what did you call it, ‘googled’ it?”

“You used my computer? You used Google?”

“Yes. The picture search, along with some very explicit pornography.” Which must have given him this idea, you concluded.

“Now… are you ready for your annual pelvic exam, Miss (Y/L/N).”

You opened your mouth but no more words would come out. You were paralysed, frozen to the spot—but most importantly, you were growing hornier with every passing second.

“Now, would you mind removing your clothes for me so we can get this examination started…” He pointed to the chair. Damn… Loki was a good actor. Nodding obediently, you still said nothing when you undressed until you were fully naked and then hesitantly approached the chair.

“There is no need to be afraid, Miss (Y/L/N). This is a routine examination.” Loki had meddled with the chair, perhaps even taken some inspiration from the porn he had found. As soon as you sat down on the gyno-chair and put your calves on the leg rests, his seidr took care of restraining you.

Exposed, you looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Now, let us see what we have here.” Loki had coated the speculum with the lube from the calendar even though you were sure you didn’t need any. Carefully, he pushed it inside to spread you and moved between your legs to take a proper look at your already swollen pussy.

His fingers probed your lips while you were getting used to the feeling of the speculum inside you. It felt so much different from when your actual gynaecologist did it. Well—now, you were aroused and it was Loki who was performing an… exam on you.

He hummed. He was tremendously good at hiding his own arousal, or his heavy breathing which would have given him away immediately. Oh no, he wanted this experience to be as real as possible for you. That was the point of this toy, was it not?

“Everything looks good so far… however, I do detect a little dryness around the cervical area. Does this feel uncomfortable?” Well, he had made this up. Loki sank two fingers inside you, curling them right at your g-spot. A moan escaped your lips.

“N-no…” You whimpered. “It… it feels good.”

Loki smirked. “Does it now? Does this feel good too?” His thumb found your clit, toying with it teasingly. You squirmed in your restraints.

“I-it does…”

Loki hummed once more as if he were a scientist examining a particularly interesting discovery. “I would recommend at least three orgasms per day, Miss (Y/LN). Consider it a prescription. We have to keep that lovely quim nice and wet so you can keep enjoying sex, no?”

“Of course…” You squeaked out. Doctor’s orders…

“Now I would like to screen your heart rate during arousal. Try to stay relaxed. You will have to experience an orgasm for me for an accurate reading.”

Fuck… you moaned again, eyes widening when he produced a stethoscope, bringing the cold metal to your chest and then began to massage your sensitive bundle of nerves for his purposes. He had you on the verge of orgasm within mere minutes.

Soon, you were gushing all over that speculum, if anything not only because of the bliss he made you feel but also because of his scrutinising blue gaze which never seemed to leave your clenching pussy. You were sure he could see it contract when you came, your whole body spasming with pleasure.

Loki took a deep, almost shaky breath. For the first time, he fought for his composure and indifference as your ‘doctor’. He hummed in approval.

“Yes, that looks good…” He said it as if he had just tried a delicious meal. “But I would prefer to run one last test on you to make sure your vaginal muscles are strong and healthy. To do this, I will have to penetrate you, yes?”

You nodded enthusiastically. Yes. Fuck me, doctor, please. If he could hear your thoughts, he did not show.

Your eyes widened. Only now did you notice that Loki was wearing the penis sheath. “Surely, you understand that, Miss (Y/L/N).” A shiver ran down your spine. You nodded again, moaning when he removed the speculum which was now slick with your juices and instead pushed his cock inside you. The knobs felt wonderful. Loki slid right in, sheathing himself to the hilt and started to thrust into you repeatedly, hard and fast.

You threw your head back as you felt another orgasm building, forming that tight knot right below your stomach to let you experience that pleasurable explosion only Loki could make you feel this intensely. His thumb kept playing your clit like an instrument, every stroke, due to the penis sheath, even more breath-taking than the last and when you screamed his name, coming undone before his eyes, Loki grunted, your once again contracting muscles triggering his own release. He emptied himself into the sheath, making you whimper quietly.

“I expect you to return to my surgery next week, Miss (Y/L/N).” He panted. “You might need a few more treatments before I can be sure your body is well-trained for future sexual activities…”

Your heart skipped a beat. Who were you to object if that was what the doctor ordered?

A/N: Doors 20 and 21 will be opened on December 21st!

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The College Society Chapter 3 Part 12

Here’s the next part ! One part left after this one for Chapter 3 !

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Monday March 4, in France

"Dude, it's fucking okay. You're out of the water for god sake. Calm down"

They were almost at the hotel. Fuck this cruise. Fuck this trip. Fuck these guys. How the hell the fatty roommate managed to fall in the Seine exactly ? Well, to fall. This moron probably didn't go there all by himself. He looked dumb, but not that dumb. Anyway, the real question was : why he, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey, decided to bring him back to the hotel once they had pull him out of the water ? Why he, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey, the god among the hunters, was nice to the baboon's friends ? I hate my life. But I'm also so eager to see my fuckin' boyfriend. Damnit.

"I'm sorry." muttered the fatty roommate (what was is name again ?). "I ruined the day."

"Don't open this stupid mouth of yours to talk nonsense." replied the Dean's grandson. "You fell into the water, you had the fucking right to lose your shit. And these filthy assholes who laughed can go eat dicks in their mother's pussy."

The freshman looked at him with amazement.

"You sure are swearing a lot when Liam isn't around." he noted.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey did not answer. It wasn't worth it. To be clear, yes he had spent a good weekend with his baboon's friends. Yes, they were good people. But who cared ? Yeah, this damned Nate had some sense of humor after all. Yes, Colton was a pure good heart built like a gigolo. And yeah, Nick (now he remembered his name) was a freakin' genius. But seriously, the best hunter wasn't here to make friend. Definitely not. They arrived at the hotel at that moment.

"Thank you." says the dark-haired lad. "I'll take a shower and I'll work with Liam on our group project. What are you going to do during this time ?"

"Don't know. Don't care."

He hadn't planned anything. He just went in France for the baboon, and he did not know what to do without him. I can't even believe I thought this. Am I really dependent on him now ? Quite pissed by is own stupidity, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey just left.

For a while, he just wandered in the streets, at least to calm down. I need to bang someone. He was tore apart between two opposed feelings. A rational part of him only needed sex. Another, stupid and weak, desesperatly wanted Liam. I'm like a fuckin' teenager. I hate it. Finally, he went in a nightclub with the hope to pick up a chick or two. French people knew how to make a good party. It was loud and noisy, but also very sexual. They had their own way to dance, more sensual, more appealing. At first, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey had great fun. And he found a guy more than eager to please him. They ended up in his apartment for sex. Trust me, you won't wake up after that. They banged in every corner of the flat. The Dean's grandson was so demading. Only he pictured Liam with him, and not this random dude. For god sake. The more he was thinking about the baboon, the hornier he was. He could feel his sweet and wide hands cuddling his body. He could imagine the contact of his strong chest. He wanted to stroke his soft belly. To squeeze his ass.

"Je suis rentré." shouted someone.

It stopped this stupid asshole who obviously wasn't Liam to continue. C'mon. You would not let me so horny, would you ? The idiot who interrupted them arrived in the living room. When he noticed them, he opened his mouth wide, like a big and really dumb carp. I saw him somewhere.

"You... You were with Liam last night." he said.

Now I recall. It was this bloody hell ex-boyfriend. Kevin, Kilian or whatever. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey understood he wasn't gonna get laid anymore tonight. He put his pants back, annoyed.

"Wait, before you leave... Can you tell me how is Liam ?" asked this blonde guy. "I mean, we didn't have the time to discuss yesterday."

The Dean's grandson scrutinized him. He was very tall, at least 1m90 (6'3"), and rather imposing. Well, I fucked almost the whole football team of my university, and some of them were bigger.

"Look, whatever you want from Liam, just forget it. He doesn't need any extra problem right now."

His bestfriend's situation plus his family, it was enough.

"It was just a question." mumbled the other.

"A stupid question."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey didn't wait for an answer. He left this brat and went back to the hotel.

When he arrived, the baboon had already fallen asleep. Same for the fatty roommate. But Nate was waiting in the corridor, looking a bit weird. What more ? I'm done being the fuckin' shrink of everyone for today. But when he came closer, he realised the dwarf wasn't just a bit weird, he was literally crying.

"Bud'. What's wrong ?" he asked with a more gentle tone than he intended to.

"I... Sorry..."

Nate took a moment to calm down. He sniffed loudly.

"You weren't supposed to see me like this." he mumbled.

"Dude. I saw the worst part of you, this is nothing."

Honestly, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey did not care at all about this short guy. Am I, really ? He was just fooling himself, right ? I hate all these feelings which cross my mind. He never felt the need to help anyone, well maybe except Archie and Zack, and now here he was.

"It's harder than I thought." confessed Nate. "To be normal again I mean. I truly need a talk with Archie right now."

The junior sat down next to his friend (let's call him that way and fuck it) in silent.

"Thank you for having introduced him to me by the way. Archie helps a lot."

"Well he's experienced some rough stuff too." replied Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey. "And you shouldn't try to act normal after what happened. Whatever happened. You seems smart enough to know this wasn't a random accident."

A blank followed. Of course, Nate did not want to remember this dreadful night. Me neither.

"Look midget, I need to ask." grumbled the Dean's grandson. "I already know what we're talking about, but I wonder... Am I fuckin' protecting a criminal who did a truly stupid and horrible mistake ?"

Better that than a sociopath with very good acting skills... Nate remained quiet for a while. His eyes showed all his suffering.

"No." he finally responded miserably. "You're helping a weak, pathetic and unworthy person. An idiot as you say, who can't even protect himself. Who can't even take care of himself."

He started to cry again. Fuck this wicked world. Fuck these assholes who thinks they can do whatever they want without the consent of the others. I hate them so much. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey hugged the midget. It reawakened bad memories of a miserable Archie.

"You're not unworthy." he whispered. "And I will find all the help you need."

He dialed Archie's number. Thankfully, it was dawn back home and the quaterback replied. The blond lad gave him to Nate, and only when he was sure the boy was okay, he left silently. I'll have to talk with D.R about this one day or another...

Liam Tuesday March 5, in France

In other circumstances, the young lad would have enjoyed this visit of the economics departement. After all, he had a wonderful breakfast before, and he was feeling nice. But he sensed the force of evil everywhere. This morning, Nate wasn't feeling great, and he had stayed at the hotel with Dami. In the meantime, Liam and his group were supposed to work on their project. But it's like the Cold War. Nick was sulking. He still resented Rebecca, but he also seemed to dislike Barbara. The two girls were mean and they often mocked the poor major of their promotion. As for Colton, he tried his best to apease the tension, without any success yet. So Liam did what he did the best. He let his mind ramble. He imagined himself in a paradise. There were living pancakes everywhere. They begged him to eat them. (Liam is a nice guy, you all know that. So he kindly agreed to ate them.) (Ate them ALL). Nick brought him back into reality with a nudge.

"Now, you'll split into your groups." was saying their professor. "Students from the Economic College of Paris will guide you."

Liam followed his roommate towards a group of students, but he froze when he saw them. Tell me it's not happening. Why ? Am I cursed ? Kilian was right here, looking straight at him.

"My god. Kilian is that you ?" asked Barbara. "You have grown so much. My lord, you're so impressive !"

Their old classmate thanked her.

"It's nice to see you again Barb'." he said. "Liam."

Send help. Send help. Send help. (Liam knew his internal screams weren't helping at all.) (But maybe Dami would hear him ? His boyfriend could read minds, right ?).

"Okay, this is weird." intervened Nick. "Can we start the tour ?"

Kilian smiled.

"Of course. Follow me."

It was a true nightmare. An impossible situation. Liam was running right into his death. (Maybe not, but he always loved a bit of drama). What should I say ? What can I say ? He knew Kilian had left the United States after the... incident to go back to France. But what were the odds they would meet again here, in Paris ? I'm convinced this is an international scheme to destroy me and the unicorns.

"Dude, you're so tensed." murmured Nick. "What's the deal with your ex anyway ?"

Liam did not answer. He was truly panicing. Without Nate or Dami to support him, he was completely lost. And what if his new boyfriend discovered the story ? He'll hate me. He'll realise how unwrothy I am.

"I need to go. Far far far away. Right now."

He didn't wait for an answer. He wanted to avoid a panic attack.

Because he wasn't thinking clearly, Liam finally got lost in the building. A bit relieved to be alone, he sat on a bench and got his breath back. What am I supposed to do ? His mother never prepared him for a moment like that ! (He wasn't blaming her, but she could have anticipated right ?) (Educate your children to face their exes ! It's crucial !).

"Why did you run away ?" asked suddenly a voice he recognized (much for his displeasure).

Kilian looked curiously at him. (How he managed to find him ? Did a witch lead him here ?) His ex-boyfriend smiled softly.

"You know, I'm very surprised to see you here, but it's nice."

"What do you mean, it's nice ?" asked Liam, surprised.

"Well, we never spoke since... the middle of 12th grade. Since what happened. I never had the chance to thank you."

"To thank me."

Right, Kilian had lose his mind. The french food must have turned him crazy.

"I almost killed you with my stupid plan." recalled Liam. "I... I have been selfish, reckless and stupid. How come you want to thank me ?"

"You kiddin' right ? My parents blame you, but I don't. It wasn't your idea, but ours. And it was the first and only time someone wanted to take so much risk for me. I owe you Liam, for real."

It was too much for the chestnut lad. He wasn't able to come to terms with all that stuff.

"I thought..." he mumbled. "I thought you resented me. It's what your parents said."

"They lied to you obvious... Wait... you blamed yourself for what happened ? Oh man I didn't know you were putting so much on yourself. I'm sorry Liam, it must have been hard for you."

Hard for me ? He had been through hell with this story. The freshman couldn't think clearly. Everything he thought about Kilian was... false ?

"The others are here." whispered his ex-boyfriend. "Look, once this tour is over, I think it would be nice to talk. I can't tonight but maybe tomorrow night ?"

Liam only nodded, completely lost. Does that mean... I blamed myself for months for nothing ?

Barbara Tuesday March 5, in France

It was better than everything she had planned so far. Way better. She never expected Kilian to be here, in Paris. But this is a godsend. I will make the most of it. Catch Liam would be hard for her, but for his ex ? All she needed to do was to bring back them together for one night. One night and she would dethrone Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey. Afterwards, it would be chaos, and she would appear as a savior for the university. This is perfect.

"Your smile is so creepy. I kind of like it."

Barbara turned towards Matthew. He was almost living in their bedroom with the two girls. I'm glad they didn't have sex while I was here.

"I just came up with a good plan for my next move." she explained. "Soon enough, you'll be proud to be close with the queen."

He snorted.

"You mean, all of this was to be the queen of the university ? Oh man, that's funny."

"Why ?"

"It's nothing." he mysteriously replied. "Good luck girl."

She left one hour later. The short girl had done some research before. Apparently, Kilian had moved in France approximately one year ago, in the middle of 12th grade. Well, after this sad incident with Liam. He was living with his uncle, and was studying this year as a freshman at the local university. He had multiple friends, but no boyfriend in sight. Which meant he was avaible. Barbara also managed to find his adress, so she came right at his home. When he openned the door, she felt again surprised by his height. He is so tall now.

"Barbara ? What brings you here ?" he asked.

"Hey Kilian. I wanted to talk, in memory of old times."

And at first, they did. They lengthly shared memories. He was nicer, more talkative than she remembered. Well, his parents were beating the crap out of him, and the whole highschool bullied him. No wonder he feels better now. Eventually, she led the subject towards her main concern.

"It's nice to see you." she laughed. "I mean, I was already surprised when I met Liam at my university."

She glimpsed a shining light in Kilian's eyes. He wanted to talk about him. Nice. Maybe the story she heard from Jessy wasn't completly right.

"Yeah, it was quite a surprise for me too..."

A little blank followed. She sensed he wanted to add something. He was so predictable.

"I never wanted things to end like this." he whispered. "I would love to... come back in time. I missed him, you know ?"

"He missed you too." she revealed. "He told me."

A little lie can't hurt. Kilian didn't know she wasn't her friend anymore. He would trust her.

"Really ? It doesn't seem like that..." he mumbled. "I mean, he looks so paniced everytime I'm around. We barely had a normal conversation. He was so stressed."

You sure have confidence now. He was way more assertive than before, and it was kind of attractive. Liam can fall for that.

"Well, it's... Look, I'm not supposed to say this but... Liam fell into the wrongs hands. There's a guy who uses him for sex."

Kilian frowned. Please, believe it. It was the hardest part of the plan. She needed him to trust this.

"Is this by the aggressive guy ? The one with scary eyes ?"

"Yes. How do you know ?" she wondered, surprised.

"He was here last night." explained Kilian with a bit of rancor. "He was having sex with my cousin all over the place."

Oh man. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey was playing against himself. That was so ironic.

"I think... the best way to help Liam would be to reveal what you're feeling." she stated. "You want him right ? As your boyfriend ? I'm sure you two will work together. Just tell him."

Kilian barely hesitated.

"Okay. I'll give it a try. I don't like him being exploited by this bad guy anyway."

And now, this is the fall of the king.

To be continued

Well things are escalating. Kilian’s in the place and it changes everything. What will happen to Liam and Dami now uh ? Will they escape the dangerous plan of Barbara ? We’ll see that soon :)

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Barbara #poor Nick #that wasn't fun #Nate is talking about himself #he's a sad cinnamon roll #Liam and Kilian are talking #someone is up to no good #Chapter 3 #Part 12

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hobgobbin · 6 years

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I was lookin through my expression meme tag and found this one which reminded me of the time karias got mind controlled by his big incubus bf, whose ass he proceeded to kick once he was released from mind control

and once again, this looks a lot like... hornier than i was intending...

#is mind control/possession just like... inherently horny....#or is it just karias.... who knows #tiefling #dnd #drak ocs #karias #feat torsen #well ... his hand #hobgob arts

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