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loveshotzz · 2 years

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CLOSER - One Shot.

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: AU 1994: You have been playing this game of cat and mouse with the Corroded Coffin front man Eddie Munson for a few weeks now when his band would wander into the club after playing a show. Neither one of you willing to admit defeat and make the first move. Instead you let him eye fuck you for hours on the dance floor. You refuse to lose. Not to a rockstar.

Warnings: This is absolute filth. 18 plus only, minors do not enter. Slight dom!Eddie/ dom!/sub! Reader. Unprotected sex, swearing, fingering, slight cum play.

Author’s note: Just something I thought about late one night listening to this song. I always felt like Eddie would love the 90’s early 2000’s rock scene. Song is linked at the bottom if you haven’t heard it.

Tag list: @emotionaldreamer @eddiesprincess86 @run-up-that-hilll @hyperfixationgirl

The bass of Nine Inch Nails Closer vibrated under the thick platform of your thigh high boots Your eyes scanning the VIP tables that were closed off along the edges of the dance floor. Searching for the big brown eyes you came here for.

You have been playing this game of cat and mouse with the Corroded Coffin front man Eddie Munson for a few weeks now when his band would wander into the club after playing a show. Neither one of you willing to admit defeat and make the first move. Instead you let him eye fuck you for hours on the dance floor. Every week your dresses would get shorter and skimpier trying to break his resolve. You refuse to lose. Not to a rockstar.

Tonight your black velvet dress barely leaves anything to the imagination. The hem resting at the top of your thighs, a slit on the right side showing the leather garter wrapped around you. Your tits on full display, a black choker wrapped around your neck connected in the middle by a metal heart. You were going to break him tonight.

You see his dark, long curly messy hair before you see his eyes but when you do they are already on you. Hungry and devouring. He found you first.

The big black boots on his feet are menacing, his leather clad legs spread wide. A simple white shirt fitting every muscle like it was altered for his body, the short sleeves are cuffed giving you the perfect few of his tattooed covered arms. His fingers littered in chunky rings are clasped together resting over his plump lips, dark eyes watching you intently over his knuckles. He’s ready for his show.

You let me violate you.

You let me desecrate you.

You let me penetrate you.

You decide you’re going to acknowledge him tonight, something you’ve never done before. Maintaining eye contact you start swaying you hips to the beat of the music. Biting your your pierced glossed lip you wiggle your fingers at him.

You see his posture straighten slightly at your gesture his hands moving lower giving you a glimpse of the smirk spreading over his face. He raises a few fingers back at you. Still he doesn’t move.

This was going to be harder then you thought.

You let your hands wander up the smooth skin of your thighs squeezing lightly as they make their way up your body going over the curves of your breasts, your long black nails grazing your nipples feeling them perk at the sensation.

This has him sitting up, leg bouncing, his hands aren’t blocking his face anymore giving you a perfect view of the jaw you would love to trace with your tongue. His ringed fingers gripping the arms of his chair hard enough to see the whites of his knuckles. His control is resolving.

It’s working.

Closing your eyes you get lost in the sound of Trent Reznor’s voice, your small hands making work all over your body, nails dragging over your exposed skin. You spin around so your back is facing him, you want him to get a good view of your ass. You opted to for-go your panties tonight.

I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside.

I wanna fuck you like an animal, my whole existence is flawed.

You get me closer to god.

You raise your hands in the air, twisting your hips in a way that you know has him hypnotized. The bottom of your dress rising up, giving him a glimpse of the lack fabric underneath. You turn to face him again licking your lips.

The look he’s giving you is so intense you have to close your eyes again your own resolve in question now. You can feel your arousal start to coat the inside of your thighs. He was fucking trouble.

You can have my isolation.

You can have the hate that it brings.

You can have my absence of faith.

You can have my everything.

The smell of cigarettes and cologne hit you like a tidal wave. You don’t even have to open your eyes to know he’s in front of you. His fingers gripping your waist so tightly you feel the bite of his metal rings in your sides. You open your eyes, he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. You can’t help when you squeeze your thighs together, picking up on it, a knowing smile creeps up on his plump lips. He pulls you flush against him and you can feel everything. Your little show has him rock hard, his leather pants not hiding anything from you.

You can feel his hot breath on your neck making a shiver run down your spine. His mouth so close to you, you can feel his lips ghost against the shell of your ear. Inhaling your scent deeply.

“You like torturing me sweetheart?” His voice is like velvet and it goes straight to your throbbing cunt.

He doesn’t let you answer him before he pushes you against the wall in the back corner of the dance floor. You’re only slightly concealed by the lack of lights. The bass of the music is so loud vibrates against the walls shooting through your body. His musk even more overpowering, he was every where. He pushes your legs apart with his knee, resting himself between you hips all you would have to do is push forward a little and your hot center would be pressed against the muscle of his thigh. His hands grabbing yours roughly pinning them over your head. Once he gets you where he wants you he holds your small wrists with one hand, his free one ghosts over your curves until they reach the bare skin of your thigh. His finger tips find your garter tugging at it slightly.

“You wear this for me?” His are eyes holding a mischievous look, a smug grin breaking across his face.

“Wouldn’t you be so lucky.” You tease arching your brow. You’re mocking him.

He sucks his teeth hard at your response before he starts moving his fingers up your dress and it takes everything you have not to push your hips forward getting them to where you want them most. His calloused tips touch the inside of your thigh where he can feel your slick. He groans loudly eyes rolling in the back of his head.

“You’re dripping down your leg baby. You don’t need to keep playing hard to get.”

He pushes his thigh hard into your throbbing core making you throw your head back. Eddie uses this to his advantage, his teeth graze at your pulse point eliciting the most pornographic moan from your lips. Sucking hard, he wants to mark you up, stake his claim. Your dress is bunched up at your hips as you shamelessly ride his thigh. The leather making it so slick your able to move exactly how you want to. You can feel the rubber band inside you start to tighten, begging to snap.

“Fuuuuck” You breathe shuddering finally surrendering to what you had wanted all along.

You break your hands out of his grasp one hand landing on his shoulder the other grabbing his jaw roughly detaching him from your neck. His face looks puckered between your fingers, eyes black and blown out. You crash your lips into his hungrily teeth clanking together. His tongue begs for entrance to your mouth almost instantly, the kiss is desperate and sloppy. Your rhythm on his thigh starts to become sporadic as you get closer to your release. When he senses that your close his strong fingers dig into your hips holding you still. You can’t help the whine that comes out. He finally breaks away from the kiss, his lips swollen and pink, there’s a light sheen of gloss from yours.

“You don’t get to cum that easily, not after weeks of teasing.” He chastises. One of his hands moves from you hip sliding to your neck where his grip is firm. Your eyes roll in the back if your head at the feeling, this was even better then you imagined. “God your such a dirty fucking girl” he groans at your reaction.

All of the sudden he pulls his leg from between yours. Your eyes snap open at the loss of contact.

“What. The. Fuck.” You seethe your angry expression causes him to chuckle darkly before flipping you around shoving you face first into the wall, the hand on your neck is now buried in your hair pulling you back to his chest. His other hand has a firm grip on your hips pulling your ass against the hardness of his cock thats straining under the thin fabric of his pants. Without your underwear the feeling makes you almost cum right there on the spot. Your body shuddering under his touch.

Help me tear down my reason.

Help me its your sex I can smell.

Help me you make me perfect.

Help me become somebody else.

Someone could easily be watching what you two are doing to each other in the dark corner, but neither one of you care. Finally allowing yourselves to lose control.

“I want you to beg you little brat.” His teeth are clenched as he whispers in your ear. His words send another wave of arousal to your center you know you have to be making a mess of his pants. You both love it.

“No.” You look up at him smiling defiantly.

The smack you feel on your ass is so hard you can hear it over the music. Your body jutting forward slightly.

“Beg.” His grip on your hair is so tight, if you weren’t so turned on you think it might be painful.

You push your hips back, your dripping core hitting him where he’s sensitive. You hear him hiss fingers digging into.

“You fucking beg.” You spit pushing back into him again with more force.

You feel his rings this time as he slaps your ass again, it’s even harder then before. His mouth attacking your neck, biting harshly at the bruises already forming from before licking them after each assault. He’s leaving you a whimpering mess and you clench around nothing from his actions. You feel his hand leave your hip and slide down the front of your dress, fingers dancing dangerously close to where you need them most.

“Come on baby, let me make you feel good. I know how bad you need it.” His voice is desperate in your ear as the tips of his fingers trail up your wet slit. “You just need to say please.” He dips his middle finger into your hole making you cry out at the feeling. It was starting to hurt how turned on you were.

It’s not even your voice when please’s start falling from your lips like a prayer.

“God, Eddie please, please, I need it, I need it so bad.” You buck yourself into his hand to emphasize how desperate you were.

You can feel his cock twitch at your words, he groans loudly in your ear.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.”

His finger leaves your pussy making you feel empty and you whimper at the loss of contact. Your hands reaching behind you desperately trying to push his pants down, you never needed anything more in your life.

“So needy for my dick huh pretty girl?” He nips at your ear lobe pushing your hands away accomplishing what you had originally set out to do. He pushes them down just enough to free his cock, its so hard that it looks mad, pre cum leaking from the tip. He hisses as his fingers wrap around himself his grip on your hair tightening “Look what you did to me, all this fucking teasing. I’m gonna make sure you can’t walk tomorrow sweetheart, and every time it hurts to sit down I want you to think of me and how good I fucked you. I’m going to make you addicted to this dick.”

His words make you shudder a low desperate whine leaving your mouth when you feel him start to line himself up at your entrance.

“So fucking wet.” He groans before bottoming out in you completely. His hand leaves your hair pulling you against him again, his ringed fingers covering your mouth trying to silence your loud moan at the feeling of him fully inside you. The angle he’s hitting mixed with all of his teasing has you already teetering over the edge, your hands push out against the wall as he thrusts wildly inside of you, his motions are hard and angry. He’s punishing you for all of those nights he couldn’t be buried inside you.

I want to fuck you like an animal.

I want to feel you from the inside.

I want to fuck you like an animal.

Everything starts hitting you all at once, all the build up, the rubber band in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter. You aren’t going to last much longer, not with his punishing pace.

“Ed-Eddie I’m-I’m gonna cum” You manage to get out from around his hand.

His thrusts get even harder somehow from your words. His grip on your hip even tighter.

“Go ahead baby. Cover my cock.” He sucks at your pulse point as he says it, that’s all you need for the rubber band to snap. You’re seeing white as you come undone around him, his grip on your mouth gets harder trying to muffle yours screams. “That’s it, cum all over daddy.” He groans close to his own release at the feeling of your clenching walls. When you start to come down his hand finally leaves your lips so he can use it to grab your other hip pushing himself into even deeper chasing his own release.

“Cum inside me Daddy, I wanna feel it” You whine, trying to meet his rough movements. Your words with your desperate thrusts make him come tumbling down. His fingers are digging so deep into your sides as he shoots his hot seed inside of you, you know there’s going to be bruises. His face buried in your neck as he comes undone mumbling in coherently you make out something that sounds like “So fucking good.”

You both stand there for a minute not daring to talk or pull apart, needing a moment to catch your breath and remember where you were at. His lips are leaving small kisses all over your neck and shoulders anywhere there is exposed skin.

When you told him to cum inside you, you weren’t even taking into account you decided not to wear underwear for this very reason. Eddie will be leaking from you the whole way home, and you hate that the thought sends another wave of arousal to your core. When he pulls out of you he makes sure to use his fingers to push his cum back inside of you.

“I want you to keep this inside of you all night, do you understand me?” He asks as he pushes your dress back down to where it was suppose to be before tucking himself back into his pants. You can see the wet stains that have been left all over him, they gleam when the lights hit them. He looks like just of a fucked out mess as you and you love it.

You bite your bottom lip and nodding, feeling vulnerable after what had just happened in the corner of the club.

Using his thumb he pulls your lip from between your teeth, his eyes are soft.

“I need to hear you tell me you understand baby, use your words.”

“Yes, I understand...daddy” You add for good measure.

He closes his eyes at the new pet name hearing you say it again makes his cock twitch in response.

“Good, now why don’t we get out of here. I’m not quite done with you yet. You have weeks worth of teasing to make up for sweet heart.”

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teacrying · 1 year

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Soft

I wrote this more as a female reader but a lot of them aren’t strictly that! And this is all about chubby reader because there is a lack of that.

Contains: Iwaizumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei, Azumane Asahi, Nishinoya Yuu, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Hinata Shoyo, Ukai Keishin, Tsukishima Akiteru, Yamamoto Taketora, Aone Takanobu, Miya Osamu, Kita Shinsuke, Aran Ojiro, Bokuto Koutaro

Iwaizumi Hajime: He wouldn't mind anything but he tends to be drawn to thicker people. He loves how soft a chubbier partner would be compared to his hard muscular build. He also loves to leave marks and that means more marks on a chubby partner. Bonus points if you are shorter than him. He thinks you'd look angelic in anything and nothing.

Matsukawa Issei: Large boy requires soft, small partner. Thighs with some tummy chub are his weakness. He like's how your body would mold to his hands. He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn’t.

Azumane Asahi: He is a large teddy bear and he would be open to anyone. Though, like Iwaizumi, he loves how their body would feel under him. Nuzzling into the side of their neck is his favorite. Also, he would love to design things specifically for you body type and have you model it.

Nishinoya Yuu: THIS BOY IS ALL ABOUT PRETTY PEOPLE. He isn't picky, he just wants to worship the ground you walk on. If you are taller than him his favorite spot to cuddle into is your chest. Soft and warm on either side of his head/face.

Sawamura Daichi: not a picky one but he does love the squish. He loves the way thigh highs sculpt your thighs and how some of your body squishes out of certain garments. Gifts thigh highs and garter belts just to see how they squeeze the thigh meat you have.

Sugawara Koushi: He loves how his fingers indent in soft flesh. He thinks it's perfect cuddle conditions and will make sure you know you're loved. He may be chaotic and sassy but you are his #1 priority and will make you feel as if you belong.

Hinata shoyo: He doesn't discriminate. Hell, he spent most his life being shit on for his height. He won't let some chub get in the way of his loving on you. Drinks his respect women juice thanks to having a mom and a sister he's close to.

Ukai Keishin: He doesn't care but he is almost always drawn to chubby girls. He'd probably think you are sturdier and loves the feeling of a soft body under his muscled one. He is a kinky bitch and having more flesh to mark is great for him.

Tsukishima Akiteru: He is a kind soul who doesn't care what you look like, the extra squish you would have is just the cherry on top.

Yamamoto Taketora: Another one who would bow down to you. No matter the shape of his partner he would show you he appreciates you every second he can. Gives him something to keep his hands busy if you guys are just watching TV or something.

Aone Takanobu: Another teddy bear. Let him carry you around the house, he'd think it's adorable. Warm and soft is all he is locked onto and he will make sure you know he loves even the chub on you. He loves you for you because he knows that being judge mental towards appearances is not great.

Miya Osamu: He loves a person who can eat. The squish is just an addition he loves. He is another one who feels like the squish is extra padding to manhandle. You would be his designated taste tester. No one is allowed to make fun of you in his presence even if it's just friendly banter, ESPECIALLY HIS TWIN.

Kita Shinsuke: First, I must say, what a king. He respects women and wouldn't even think about your weight, he might even like some chub. He doesn't understand why but the thought of a plush body next to him or even on him make his brain go 'brrrrrr'. I don't see him having trouble manhandling you before or after high school due to him being a country boy with his rice.

Ojiro Aran: Again, yet another king. He had years of dealing with the twins' bullshit for years so some extra weight on his partner is not a problem. Show up to a game of his in his jersey paired with thigh-highs you might break him if he sees. Thankfully he only sees after their game, despite how much he loves you and has seen you in less, he almost fainted. Iwaizumi could be heard laughing at him from the hallway.

Bokuto Koutoro: He has stated that he likes women on the chubbier side. He also has two older sister's that have told him it isn't all about looks. He is mvp of repsecting women. He probably would be happy no matter your weight because it's your personality and not your body he's in a relationship with.

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thekillingmoonmoon · 1 year

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body electric

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Pairing: Kishibe x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW, oral (F. receiving), virginity kink, fingering, corruption kink, daddy kink, spitting, Kishibe is nasty and trying hard to hide it Synopsis: It's time, and Kishibe has something special planned for you Length: 3,5 k

I'm on fire I sing that body electric

My clothes still smell like you And all the photographs say you're still young I pretend I'm not hurt And go about the world like I'm havin' fun

We get crazy every Friday night Drop it like it's hot in the pale moonlight

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“There’s a gift for you on the bed, wear it when I get home,” was all he said, passing you by in the corridor as if discussing the weather whilst you filled your glass with water. Swathes of white, white lace, barely there scraps of material held together by delicate threads. You stared down at the box. Panties, bra, garter belt and stockings, and a champagne silk robe to wear over the whole piece. You gulped and decided a shower was a good idea.

You stood in your towel, freshly clean, staring down at angel dusted lingerie set. You decided to go for it, slipping on the tights and watching as your thighs were swallowed in the white nylon, the tops peeking out in curves of plump flesh. The set fit you, with a few minor adjustments, and you wondered when Kishibe had found the time to get your measurements. Knowing him, it was the first time he saw you naked, bare and trembling beneath him as he worked you over with his tongue. You shivered, wondering if this was all for a particular reason, for the particular inexperience you had, for a special occasion. You rubbed your thighs together gently, feeling heat build up in your lower tummy. Not now. You slipped the silk robe on, watching the champagne shimmer in the light. You went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine to let it breathe before starting dinner.

Tonight was Friday, and that usually meant your extra creamy pasta and a couple of glasses of red wine, perhaps some trivial movie that you’d mute halfway, too busy talking about everything to notice the plot. But tonight was different, and you shivered in anticipation. “I’m home,” came the grunt, and you peered around the corner to where Kishibe had come through the door. You approached as he hung his hat on the hook, nervous as his eyes widened and then darkened at the sight of you. “Welcome ho-“ was all you could say before he kissed you, scooping you almost off your feet as wrapped his arms around your waist. One hand came down to squeeze your ass, cupping your cheek through the silk and pushing his tongue into your mouth. You sighed, balancing tight on your tippy toes, holding onto the lapels of his jacket. “Wel-welcome home,” you finally breathe out and Kishibe lets out a dark chuckle. “’ Welcome home’ indeed,” he smiled wickedly, the corner of his severed smile still turning down, giving him a crooked grin. He kissed you on the cheek and pulled his jacket off to hang it next to his hat, you turned and trailed off to the kitchen, missing the way his eyes followed your body, how the silk clung to your curves, how soft and clean your skin looked underneath.

“How was work?” you asked, getting back to your cooking, watching as he loosened his tie and dropped his briefcase at the door to his office. He disappeared into your now-shared bedroom and you peeked at him down the passageway. You watched as he shucked off his shirt, his undershirt riding up revealing planes of muscle and sinew, still strong for their age. You caught a glimpse of the ink that swirled up the base of his back, a stark surprise that had caught your eye the first night you had shared a bed with him, noticing the dark spirals and lines of intricate linework that slithered beneath his sleeves and the hem of his shirt. You had only caught glimpses of the tattoo work, watching as it bled through the white of his undershirt, as the stray patterns scattered down past his short sleeves. You wondered what was inked across his back, and if you would ever be able to see it. “Ugh,” was the only response you got, and the only response you needed. The last thing on Kishibe’s Friday schedule was a meeting with Makima to go over the week’s work. You knew how grumpy these meetings made him, how tired and worn they made him feel. So you scooped him an extra helping and poured a heavier glass of wine than your own and made your way over to the table. “Dinner’s ready,” you sat next to him as he settled himself at the head of the table, now clad in a pair of sweatpants and a grey shirt. He rubbed your cheek before he picked up his fork, giving you an uncharacteristic smile before digging in.

“It’s delicious, as always,” he rumbled, and you smiled, “thank you, sweetheart.” “My pleasure,” you sipped at your wine, watching him over the rim of your glass. You watched how he filled out his shirt, how his broad shoulders pulled the fabric tight. You watched his hands, one arm heavy with the thick watch he wore, his knuckles aged and covered in small scars. “If you look any longer, I’ll have to charge,” he snarked, and you flushed, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. “I’m just admiring you,” you retorted and Kishibe looked at you, shaking his head. “What you see in this old man astounds me,” he muttered, more to himself than you. You placed your hand over his as he reached for the wine. “I see plenty,” You said firmly, and Kishibe’s mouth twitched upward. “Flattery will get you nowhere, princess,” he took a mouthful of wine. “And who said I was an idle flatterer?” you tilted your head, and Kishibe scoffed. “There’s no winning with you, is there?” you shrugged, “Only when I’m wrong,” you snarked, “which is rare.” “I’ll remember that,” Kishibe chuckled as he resumed eating. You fell into an easy silence, occasionally commenting on the wine or the food, content just to sit with each other, happy in your silent company. You cleared up the table quickly, humming to yourself as Kishibe poured himself a whisky and watched you. You did not notice his gaze get darker, his eyes greedily following your every step, watching the way the robe rode up on your thighs, revealing where your skin was squeezed tight by the stockings. Eventually, you were done, and you walked towards where Kishibe sat on the couch, outstretched with drink in hand. "Take the robe off and get on the bed, I’ll be with you soon.” You nodded and did as you were told, shivering out of the silk robe and kneeling on the bed, facing the bedroom door. You gulped down your nerves, feeling them tingle beneath your skin. You had been seated a few minutes before he entered the room, dimming the light, but still letting the light shine on all your soft curves, fuzzy and golden in the low shadows. He came and sat on the bed where you kneeled and leaned close to you.

“You like your gift?” he asked, still not touching you, despite the way you leaned into his body, brushing your breasts against his arm. “Yes, Daddy,” You answered, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, “thank you,” he hummed and looked at you, the dark eyes growing deeper as he looked you over. You wanted to hide, to hold something between you and his ever-piercing gaze, but you knew that he would punish you if you did, deny you the warm touch of his hand, the rough scratch of his stubble against your skin. “Undress me,” was all he said, and you flushed in response. You looked down at your trembling hands, at the way they itched towards the edge of his shirt. You gulped and slid your hand along his stomach, rucking up his shirt until he lifted his hands up to assist you. “You can touch, pretty thing,” he encouraged, and your hands fluttered down his chest, tracing the sparse hair that bloomed at the centre of his chest, following it to where it led to the waistband of his sweats, dark and flecked with silver grey. You peeked at his back, admiring how his ink spilt from his pectorals to his back, swirling out into the detailed traditional artwork of a dragon and a samurai, their dark eyes peering at you from his back. “You like it?” Kishibe asked, watching as you shuffled behind him, tracing the linework. You nodded and hummed, kissing his shoulder. “It’s beautiful,” you skimmed your hands over his skin, “when did you get it?” “Many, many years ago, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “don’t make me think of how old I am when you’re in front of me,” he grabbed your chin and kissed you, biting your lower lip and grinning at the yelp you gave him. You crawled off the bed and between his knees, slithering his pants off and feeling up his thick thighs to where he bulged in his boxers. You palmed him through the material, mouth slightly open as you felt the heat radiate in your hands. You slipped your fingers into his waistband and he helped you pull down his boxers, watching with wide eyes as his cock slapped against his lower stomach. It hung between his legs, heavy with its own weight, thick and pulsing as you closed your palm over it. You spit into your hand, just as he’d taught you, and gave him a few experimental pumps.

“Good girl,” he grunted, the planes of his stomach flexing along the lines of his muscles, his head tilting back. “Come here,” he crooked his finger and you curled up onto the bed beside him, tucking your legs below your body and kneeling for him. He took your chin in his hand, tilting your lips towards his, you closed your eyes, “Do you want this?” he asked, and your eyes fluttered open. You nodded, “Yes, Kishibe,” you answered truthfully, “I want you,” you gripped his bulge, “Want to feel you,” you added, watching as the haze of night veiled Kishibe’s already darkened eyes. He kissed you, chastely, sweetly, tasting the wine on your lips and the sigh you let out at his touch. He rubbed his knuckles across your cheek, steadily cupping your jaw and deepening the kiss as he leaned over your body. He slipped his tongue past your teeth slowly, savouring the taste of you as you shivered and trembled around him. He ran his knuckles over your body, starting with your neck, and then trickling down your shoulder and to your chest. He cupped your breast through your bra, pinching the nipple and generating gentle friction through the fabric. He pushed you down onto the mattress and crawled between your legs, throwing your thighs over his spread legs and rubbing the skin above your stockings. He pinched the plush flesh and slowly felt up your body, dropping down to leave a smattering of kisses along your collarbones. “Pretty girl,” he commented, gripping your hips and biting one of your breasts, leaving a fresh dark mark over where the lace cut into your skin. You whimpered, still so unused to the feel of his rough skin on yours, of his hot hands pressing and pushing you into a pliant mess for him. He felt your breasts in their cups, kneading the flesh, teasing your nipples through the lace. Eventually, he reached behind and unclasped the garment, tossing it before you had the chance to protest, “I’ll just buy you more, doll,” he soothed, “Don’t worry,” he attached his mouth to your soft flesh, sucking and kissing until a whole new blossom of marks rose from beneath your skin. He groped your hips, tugging off your panties and getting to where they interfered with your garters. Rip! Kishibe tore the lace with his bare hands, causing the fabric to burn then release against your sensitive skin. He rubbed the groove of your thighs. “Daddy, those were pretty,” you complained, and he pinched the inside of your thighs “But you’re even prettier without them, don’t you think?” he rumbled, settling himself down between your legs. He gave you his fingers, which you eagerly sucked into your mouth. “Atta girl,” he cooed, before trailing the wet tips down your tummy. He pushed a single digit past your folds, holding you down as your hips squirmed away.

“Shush, princess, I’ve got you,” he reassured, “I’ve gotta make sure you’re ready for my cock.” You looked down at his length and nodded, wondering how he would manage. His mouth descended upon your clit, startling you as he pushed a second finger into your tight cunt. You keened, bowing your back and nudging your cunt deeper into his face, feeling him hum and buzz at your eagerness. You whined at the stretch, at the way his fingers scissored in and out of your wet cunt. His tongue was relentless, sucking and tasting you until the stretch inside you had dulled to a soft whimper. With each pump, he sucked your clit, tightening the coil inside your core and pressing your walls to take his heavy cock. You were soaking, pearlescent strands of slick stringing from Kishibe’s mouth to your cunt, his chin and jaw glistening wet as his fingers made a loud squelching sound that had you throwing your hand over your eyes. You had tried to bite your fist, bite back the moans and cries that strung from your mouth in cut diamonds but a firm slap to your inner thigh and a growl from Kishibe freed the sounds from your open mouth.

His third finger felt impossible, pushing in with the already slick digits, all the way to the last knuckle. “Ah – ah,” you whimpered, salt-lined crystals forming at the corners of your eyes, and spilling in sparkling strands that trickled down your cheeks. “You’re doing so well,” Kishibe flexed his fingers, soothing your sharp cry with a heady suck to your clit and his other hand rubbing slow soft circles into your hip. His tongue traced his name over your cunt, his fingers pressing that spot that had you clenching around his digits with silken strength. He began working you hard, stretching you out and spitting on your clit, sucking and slurping your slick until he nearly drowned out the sound of your cunt taking his fingers. Above all, you keened, fighting to keep your body still, willing your soft cunt to relax around Kishibe’s fingers. Your core had begun to tighten, and your body began to grow static as tension built in your lower stomach. Kishibe’s tongue quickened, and his fingertips lingered longer against your pressure point. You spiralled, stars forming behind your eyes and static electricity filling your veins. “Cum for me, doll,” Kishibe commanded, and the warmth in your stomach burst into the falling of sparkling rain. You came hard around his fingers, clutching and clenching at his soaked fingers as you shivered and shook beneath him. Kishibe pumped his fingers slowly, softly withdrawing from your aching cunt and sucking your slick from his fingers. He lapped at your cunt, covering his face even more in the sweet stickiness of your lust. He leaned above you and captured your lips in an open-mouthed kiss, pushing the plush taste of you onto your tongue.

“Good girl,” he rasped, pushing you back onto the mattress and looking down, “my angel,” he cooed, lifting your legs and pushing your knees to your chest, exposing your cunt to his gaze. “Want you, Daddy,” you hummed breathlessly, growing hot under the darkness of his gaze. “Of course, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “You’re gonna get me.” He leaned over you and rummaged in the nightstand next to the bed. He first grabbed a pillow and tucked it below your hips. Then he pulled out a bottle and popped the lid, squirting cool liquid onto his calloused hands and rubbing the lubricant along his length. “Relax, princess,” he soothed, “it might hurt a bit, but I’ll go in slow, okay?” he guided his cockhead along your folds, watching as your breathing stuttered and started. “You ready?” he asked, and you nodded, finding your voice, “Yes, Kishibe,” you closed your eyes and felt him push at your entrance. The stretch was greater than his three fingers, tight and trembling as he pressed his cockhead against your muscles. Your body resisted until his cockhead breached you. You gasped, knees coming up to your chest, chest heaving. “Hush, doll,” Kishibe rubbed reassuring circles around your clit until your legs shuddered open again, the stretch slowly becoming a burning pleasure within your walls. “Move please, Daddy,” you asked, reaching beneath you and clutching the sheets. Kishibe rocked back slightly and then forward again, sinking deeper into your cunt until he was halfway. He paused and gritted his teeth, a slow spill of curses falling from his mouth to yours.

“So fuckin’ tight!” he cussed, fighting the push of his hips deeper into your plush cunt. Slowly, surely, he sank up to the hilt, crowding over you as you shook beneath him. He seated himself fully in your cunt, stretching you tight around his cock. He paused, waiting as you fluttered around his throbbing length, the tears streaming in sparkling shimmers down your cheeks. He pushed your thighs up and back, flush to your chest, somehow sinking deeper until you could feel him deep in your stomach. “Daddy,” was all you could whimper, overwhelmed and overstimulated, your core already tight and trembling as you waited for him. Kishibe rubbed slow circles into your skin, stroking the soft skin where it squeezed into the stockings, his one thumb coming down to circle your clit into relaxation. Your whole body burned, heaving and panting as you willed yourself to relax around him. He cooed praises to you, slowly rolling his hips back an inch before sinking back into the soft silk of your cunt. You keened, half aching, half burning with pleasure. You let him set the pace, a glacial rocking of his hips to yours, his length spearing you open, his thumb still rolling circles around your clit. “You feel so good for me,” Kishibe groaned, dropping his head to the crook of your neck, baring his teeth to your satin skin. You whimpered, your hips rolling slightly to meet his, feeling each languid push of his cock deep into your cunt. You still burned, but the fire in your belly warmed you now, licking deliciously at your tight core. You shuddered, and slung your arms under Kishibe’s shoulders, clawing at his back. “You can move faster, please,” you begged, and Kishibe complied, knocking the air from your lungs with a short sharp thrust of his cock. He set a quick pace, bouncing your tits against his chest as he pumped into you, his chest meeting yours as his hair fell in front of his eyes. He nipped you on the neck, leaving his love and lust scattered on your skin like stars. With each thrust, you grew closer, the knot in your core winding tight until you could burst. Every inch of your body trembled, the slick smack of skin on skin filling the room. Your whimpers of his name soared over your heads, your hands scrambling for grip along the planes of muscles on his back, your head thrown back as he rocked into you. Kishibe could feel your climax ripple closer, and he shifted his weight. He sat back onto his haunches, tugging your trembling thighs over his thick muscles and fucking up into your warm wet cunt, his cockhead hitting the point that sent static down your spine. With one hand hiking your hip up over his, the other ran messy circles around your clit, spiralling your further and further into infinity, stars forming behind your eyes.

You came with a cry of his name and a clenching of your cunt, curling your body inwards as you squeezed your eyes shut. Kishibe grunted as you came, still running soothing circles around your clit as he slowed his pace. He thrust up into you once, twice and then you were empty, his hot white cum spurting onto your soft stomach in thick jets. He groaned, jerking his cock until the last of his seed spilt from his length. He leaned over you, brushing your hair from your face and rubbing his knuckles across your cheeks. “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, stiff gruff and raspy, his own chest heaving. You nodded weakly, feeling the muscles in your legs tense up and release in a series of pins and needles, leaving you legless. “I need words, princess,” Kishibe pinched your cheek. You tried to smile at him, exhaustion already pulling hard at the edges of your eyes. “I’m alright, Daddy,” you whispered, “Thank you.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before scooping his arms underneath your legs. “Good girl,” He scooped you up and to his chest. “Let’s go get you cleaned up before you fall asleep covered in my cum,” he chuckled. You nodded and sleepily slung your arms around his shoulder, nuzzling your face deep into his neck as he took care of you.

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cocksucker6000 · 2 years

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May I request a Sub Crossdresser Diluc X Male Reader in Smut, please?

writing this with my 25 dollar amazon diluc plush within 2 feet of me for reference

sub crossdresser diluc + dom m reader

he did look gorgeous like this, really.

perhaps even if diluc begged to differ—standing in front of his own mirror, brushing off his skirt with flat palms. it was black and laced with white frills near the bottom, stopping midway through his thighs.

his shirt exposed his exposed his stomach, plush and somewhat toned. it was a take on a white, loose and formal undershirt, buttoning down the front and sleeves bunching near the wrists. the opening on the top of the shirt exposed his collarbone, littered with fading marks from previous endeavors. the sight of them in the mirror made him blush. the cherry on top of the ordeal was the garter that sat on his thighs—they were a bit tighter than needed, the plush muscle squeezing out a bit.

he wasn’t sure why you had him dress in such illustrious clothing if it was only going to get ruined or torn off at the end of the day, though something about the thought fluttered in his stomach. he knew that sex wasn’t just a means to an end, you taught him that. his thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock on the door, speak of the devil, or think, rather.

diluc ushered you inside the room, archons only knowing what he would do if a maid caught him in uniform similar to their own, though much more exposing, that is. you sat yourself down on his bed, admiring the attire with a familiar smirk. “hehe, you really did it.”

he could only cross his arms, looking away to hide his flushing face.

“and you made sure to wear everything?”

ah, he’d almost forgotten. a pair of skimpy panties were included in the outfit. they laced and red, matching the crimson shade of his hair, and now, his face. diluc gave a small nod and you patted your lap, motioning for him to sit. he climbed onto your thighs, still turning his face away from your’s. you traced a hand up his neck to softly grip his jaw. “look at me, baby.”

you pressed your lips onto his before he could speak. he relaxed, melting into the feel of your body. he could feel you strain in your pants as he snakes a hand around your back. he pulled away, his breathing already growing labored. “can we please…mm…get on with it…” he pressed his own clothed cock against your’s.

you knew exactly what that look meant—the ‘i need your dick in my mouth immediately’ eyes. “mm-mm, babe.” you shook your head. he whined.

“do you really think i’d dress you up all pretty like this just to speed through everything? you look so beautiful, let me worship you, first. lay back, mkay?” he nodded, the two of your positions now switched, straddling his hips.

you kissed up his neck, sucking small marks into his collarbone. he squirmed as he felt your hand slip up his skirt, rubbing and massaging the skin spilling out of the garter. you grazed a finger over his strained cock, coaxing a whimper out from his lips. “i—mmg…i can’t take it, (name)…”

“since you’ve been so good for me…” you chuckled, leaving his upper body with a quick kiss to his lips. positioning yourself between his legs, you pulled the lace to the side, easing his dick out of the fabric. he was painfully hard and practically leaking already, you kissed his tip, causing him to squirm. “you’re so needy already, luc, and just from me dressing you up all pretty? it’s adorable.”

he covered his face in shame. gods, you were lucky to have him trust you this much. pulling more of the fabric to the side, you licked a stripe from his rim his balls, grabbing his dick and feeling him twitch in your hand. you giggled against him, pushing your tongue past the ring of muscles without warning. his walls clenched around nothing but your tongue as you reached a hand up to jerk his cock.

“h-haah…” he threw his head back. “need more—i…hhng—can’t take it…”

diluc whined as you pulled away. “me neither, babe.” you positoned your hips in between his legs, it wasn’t long until your cock prodded at his hole. his breath heavy and disorganized, he nearly came right there as soon as you pushed into him. you groaned, feeling him further tighten.

“feel good?” you caressed his exposed skin under his top.

“mmg-mhm-!” he choked out, you resting directly against his prostate. it was nearly impossible to hold back the urge to completely ravage him with how pretty he looked like this.

it was sure to be a long night for the both of you.

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ladyinwriting18 · 2 years

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Wicked (Charlie Barber x Reader)

Summary: They say you can be whoever or whatever you want on Halloween - but what if this year you want to dress up as a brat?

Words: 5,707

Warnings: Use of Daddy, Bratting, Halloween costumes, smut, oral sex, PIV sex, pet names, facials, vibrators, sex toys, aftercare

Notes: Co-written with @weareallstoriesintheend 💕

You walk aimlessly around the overcrowded Halloween shop, mind wandering as you try to find a costume you actually liked; which was proving rather difficult as the options were either something slutty or an old woman.

Seriously? These were the options?

You groan in frustration. All you wanted was to have a fun evening at home with your boyfriend Charlie. It was going to be your first Halloween together where he didn’t have Henry to look after. This meant no kid parties, no matching costumes, and no trick-or-treating. Just you and Charlie alone in his apartment.

That’s why you wanted your outfit to be just right, so that you and Charlie could simply enjoy Halloween as adults. However, that seemed impossible with the cheap selection laid out before you.

Starting to lose your patience you wonder if perhaps you needed a different type of costume. That’s when you got the best idea.

You didn’t need a costume. What you needed was lingerie.

You try desperately not to grin too wide as you make your way out of the generic Halloween store and down the street to the little hole in the wall adult shop you’d always been curious to check out.

If they didn’t have the perfect outfit for your Halloween celebration then no one would.

A week later and it was Halloween. You had been waiting patiently but finally it was time to reveal your surprise.

You reach Charlie’s apartment at a quarter to six, buzzing with excitement and nerves.

‘He’s going to love this!’ You think to yourself smugly, and unlock the front door with your spare key.

A glossy red bag swinging loosely in your grasp as you make your way inside. You practically skip, giddy with the prospect of what you had secured in the bag…. and under your dress.

You squeeze your thighs together. The lace against your flesh is already getting you excited. You needed to find Charlie- now.

The sound of his rich voice leads you right to him. He doesn’t notice you, too busy on the phone talking to his assistant about call back auditions. His tone and the way he rubs at his temple tells you that he’s frustrated.

You would just have to fix that.

Soon, Charlie Barber would forget all about work and be focused on something much more important...

You.

With Charlie distracted you hurry into the bedroom and hide the last part of your costume under one of his pillows.

You take a quick look in the mirror to check your makeup and hair before slipping on a satin white headband complete with matching bunny ears.

You bite your bottom lip and rock on the balls of your feet, knowing the rest of your “costume” lies under your long-sleeved, maroon colored dress. The silk fabric of your dress ends right at your knee and is covered in tiny white flowers.

With the plan set you make your way back towards a grumpy looking Charlie. This time you march right up to him and stand in front of him expectantly.

Charlie makes eye contact with you, giving you a small apologetic smile for still being on the phone. That is until he notices the ears placed on top of your head. He gives you a quizzical look, not yet connecting the dots.

You direct his gaze to the hem of your dress, toying with it and twirling it around your fingers. The motion hikes up your skirt to reveal the smallest peek of the baby pink garter belts you were wearing.

The muscles in Charlie’s shoulders stiffen.

“Come play Daddy.” You whisper knowing you had him right where you wanted him.

“I’m going to have to call you back.” Charlie abruptly hangs up the phone and tosses it onto the dining room table.

You feel his fingertips running along your flesh from your kneecaps to your thighs. His touch leaves a trail of goosebumps.

“What’s all this for, babygirl?” Charlie coos, his earlier irritation seemingly melting away.

“I wanted to surprise you. So I went out and got a very special costume.”

His head cocks to the side, intrigued to know more, “Is that so?”

You nod cutely, “Uh-huh! Happy Halloween, Daddy.”

Deep brown eyes dance in amusement, “And a Happy Halloween to you too, my girl.”

His once light touches quickly turn rough as his fingers grip at your thighs.

“Lets see this costume of yours, hm?” After the pent up frustrations of the day, Charlie was ready to forget himself in you, but you didn’t feel like being a good girl just yet.

You shake your head ‘no’ and take a step back. Just out of his reach.

“No?” Charlie’s brow creases. He’s momentarily at a loss for words. You never told him no.

“What’s gotten into my good girl?” He sounds surprised, but nonetheless holds out his hand for you with a smile, “Come show Daddy.”

You shake your head again, giggling mischievously.

The smile drops from Charlie’s face. “Little one,” He growls, his tone firm. “What did I just say? Come over here… Now. ”

He looks at you pointedly, gesturing for you to step forward.

Once more you shake your head, biting back a wide grin. “You'll have to catch your little rabbit.”

“You want me to catch you?”

You answer by taking a few steps back. Charlie rises to the challenge, stepping towards you, testing you.

“Maybe Daddy doesn’t have it in him to catch me.” You whisper teasingly, taking a second step back to see if he’ll follow. Naturally, he does.

He takes another step forward and you take one back. The tension grows between you, tight like a bow string ready to fucking snap.

The look in Charlie’s eyes makes your nipples harden. He didn’t like that you were misbehaving and yet… He wanted more.

Your heart hammers in your chest, you feel like his prey which is exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to fucking devour you.

“Better start running, little rabbit.”

Your stomach drops at the intensity of his words, but you take off. To give yourself some momentum, you use your hands to push yourself off of a nearby wall. You run as fast as you can throughout his apartment and down the hallway.

You give a quick look over your shoulder to see Charlie not even bothering to run after you. Totally unphased he gives you a head start before stalking after you.

His footsteps hit heavily upon the floor, letting you hear him gaining on you.

Your heart thunders in your chest as you try to bound into the bedroom and hide, but with legs as long as Charlie’s he easily catches up to you. His arms extend and grab you tightly around the waist.

You squeal, squirming in his arms in an attempt to get away. Charlie easily pulls you flush against his body, your back to his chest.

“Did you really think you'd escape me so easily, little rabbit?” Comes the low rumble in your ear.

The sound liquefies your insides. Your thighs clench to try and dull the throbbing ache. Charlie grinds himself against you which only increases your squirming.

Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breaths, “No fair! You're so tall- it's cheating!” You pout looking up at him with big eyes.

Charlie laughs darkly, looking down at your cute pouting face, “I warned you-” He pauses to run his hand softly up your body, caressing your delicious curves and up towards your breasts, “-not to test me.”

He tweaks your nipples through your clothes before reaching up to wrap a large hand around your throat. Your movements still and instead your body shudders under the force of his touch.

“But I like tests. I was a great student in school.” You tease while trying to remain calm. You were determined to not give in so easily.

“I'm sure you were such a good little school girl.” He growls and squeezes a little tighter around your neck, “But look at you now... determined to be so very bad .”

You shiver, eyes closing as the tiniest moan leaves your parted lips. Subconsciously you press your ass against him, whimpering when you feel the prominent bulge already forming in the front of his pants.

Charlie groans when you wiggle back against him and jerks your head so you look up at him. “Didn't you have something to show me?”

“I'm not sure what you mean?”

Your feigned wide eyed innocence makes his cock twitch and Charlie ruts himself into your back so you can feel him even more. He teasingly flicks your headband with his free hand before he drops his voice down to a low whisper in your ear, “What's caused all this attitude hmmm? My sweet little girl is so feisty today.”

“Well, it is Halloween after all. I wanted to be wicked.” You huff, biting your bottom lip slightly and pushing yourself harder against his cock. You’re wearing nothing but a tiny thong under your dress, leaving only that and his layers of clothes between you.

Charlie huffed in irritation at your defiance, “So, you want to be a bad girl? A bad girl hiding something under her pretty dress.”

Dropping both his hands to grip your thighs he presses thick fingers into your soft skin. He leans down so his chin is resting on your shoulder so he can continue to whisper in your ear, enjoying the shivers he's pulling out of you.

You whimper slightly and lean back into him, forgetting yourself for a moment.

Charlie hums in acknowledgment at his affect over you. “Still such a shame because Daddy wanted to play and see those cute little panties you're hiding under there. But you know the rules-”

As he speaks he curls his fingers under the hem of your maroon dress and runs light touches up your bare skin. He thrusts his hips forward, his cock growing harder with each passing second.

“Only good girls get played with.” Charlie finishes his sentence with a smile and hopes you can feel the outline of him, hard and thick against your back.

The blood rushes to your face when you feel him firmer against you. “It's more of a thong if I'm honest.”

Charlie tugs on your nipples through your dress to stop your cheekiness, “Brat.” he hisses and goes to pull away.

You cry out at the loss of contact and grab his hands to pull them back to your breasts. Charlie smiles in satisfaction, knowing your bad girl act wouldn’t last for much longer.

It takes all your strength to hold him in place but you still manage to look over your shoulder and give him your best pleading eyes. “Don’t go Daddy. Please?”

As fun as this new feisty side of you was, watching the defiance in you falter makes him throb.

Charlie coos at your soft, wide eyed expression, “Oh? Now those certainly don’t look like the eyes of a bad girl. I thought you wanted to be a bad, little rabbit?”

Making use of his hands being back on your breasts he pinches your nipples again. This time hard enough to make your hold on his hands loosen.

You moan in response and Charlie abruptly pulls his hands out from under yours. Gripping your shoulders, he spins you around so that you’re facing him. You push yourself into his chest but Charlie is already backing away, making his way into the bedroom.

With a whine you go to follow him but stop at Charlie’s firm order. “Stay put.”

This time you obey and watch as Charlie’s hand drops to his cock.

“Daddy can't lie, you've got him all riled up.” He moans, roughly palming himself through his pants. “So maybe I should treat you like a bad girl.”

You lose all ability over your oral motor skills. Your throat is suddenly too dry to even swallow.

Pleased by your apparent inability to speak, Charlie starts unbuttoning his blue dress shirt. Your eyes dart to every new piece of exposed flesh. Next, he runs his hands down his chest to his belt buckle. He spares no time undoing it, as well as unzipping his pants. Once free, he pushes them and his underwear down before sitting on the edge of the bed completely naked.

He leans back some, getting comfortable and holding himself up with one hand while the other lazily strokes his cock, “Take off the dress, Little One.”

Your mouth waters at the sight of him. So strong and in control as he touches himself. The lace of your thong clings to the slick outer lips of your cunt. Your desperation to be touched finally eclipses your need to misbehave. You turn around to face away from him, reach for the bottom of your dress and pull it up above your head. Carefully, you let it slip out of your grasp, the dress pooling in a heap on the floor.

You stand unmoving letting his dark eyes roam over the details of your costume. The bra and thong are both made up of delicate swirls of baby pink lace, complete with matching garter belts. Attached to the thong, right at the top of your butt is a fluffy white cotton tail.

Charlie growls at the sight and leans forward to deliver a swift smack to your ass. You jump, arching your ass back into the touch.

“Mmh, look at you. With your cute little tail right above that perfect fucking ass.”

The praise makes you shiver and look over your shoulder to see him smirking and tugging his cock faster. “Turn around for me sweetheart. Let me see you.”

You turn around, giving Charlie a peak at your taut nipples through the lace of the bra.

It’s too difficult to wait so you take a few tentative steps towards him before crawling into his lap. You wrap one arm around his neck while the other skims down his broad chest.

Charlie knows you’re trying to trick him into forgetting your earlier actions, but he would stick to his guns. He had plans for his little rabbit and your soft hands and pretty eyes wouldn’t derail him.

He tuts under his breath but you revel in how his skin pricks with goosebumps at your touch, “So she wants to be good now does she?” Charlie leans in and whispers close to your face, letting his breath fan over you.

Before you can respond he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up only to drop you onto the bed. “No little rabbit, you wanted to be bad so now you have to earn being good. I said, stay put!”

His forceful command makes you whimper. You watch as he stands back and starts playing with his cock, just out of your reach.

It hurts not being able to touch him.

“Maybe I should make my bad little girl beg? I like it when you whimper for me.” He teases watching your hands twitch in your lap. You look so unsure of what to do next and it turns him on all the more, “Your nipples look so painfully hard my poor girl, play with them for me.”

With a pout you sit up on your knees and reach behind you to unclasp your bra. You sit back on your heels, knees apart as you slip into sub stance. Now wearing nothing but the bunny tail thong and garters.

You cup your breasts in both hands and massage them gently, “Like this Daddy?”

Charlie moans when you start to pinch your nipples, “My sweet girl. Exactly like that. Keep going.”

His gaze drops to your parted knees, catching sight of the wet spot in the front of your panties.

Dark brown eyes glaze over.

Needy.

Feral.

“ Fuck, baby.”

He swears breathlessly as he jerks his cock faster. His fist moves up and down his length from the base to the tip over and over again.

His perfect beautiful girl kneeling before him was enough to bring him closer to the edge of cumming. But not before he taught you a lesson. Leisurely, Charlie walks closer to you, letting you eye the drop of precum beading on the head of his cock. He keeps moving closer until his cock is right in front of you.

So close that you could wrap your lips around it. If only he’d let you!

You look up at him desperately.

“What does my little rabbit want?” Charlie teases, laughing to himself at his next choice of words. “Does my little rabbit want a nice, thick carrot in her mouth?”

Without thinking you lick your lips, looking at him as if he was a whole meal for you to eat. You whimper pitifully but Charlie continues to jerk his cock inches from your lips.

He groans at the feeling of the muscles in his stomach tensing as he gets closer to cumming, “Maybe I should just cum all over that pretty little face and leave you there untouched?”

Your eyes widened in horror, “N-No please Daddy. I want to taste and I want to be touched!”

You meet his gaze, hands dropping from your breasts to grip the sheets by your knees. You lean in closer, pushing your ass out so he has a better view of your cottontail.

The last thing you do is open your mouth for him. Proof that all you wanted to do was please him.

Charlie moans at your act of submission, his free hand stroking the top of your head, “Oh that's my good girl, there she is. Looking like such a hungry little slut for me.”

He sounds so pleased that you practically purr at the praise.

“You want to be good for Daddy? Then you’re going to learn your lesson and swallow all of Daddy’s cum before I even think about touching you. Understand, little rabbit?”

“I understand. Every drop.” You open your mouth wider and stick out your tongue. He's standing so close to you that your tongue strokes the underside of the head of his cock. You look up at him with large begging eyes, practically drooling from your mouth being so wide open and your tongue sticking out.

At the feeling of your hot wet tongue Charlie moans from deep within his chest. It’s a dark guttural sound that makes your cunt impossibly wetter.

“Look at you, already drooling. So eager to taste Daddy’s cum.”

The veins in his cock pulse against his palm and on your tongue. His free hand strokes its thumb over your cheek, making sure your attention is on him when he speaks. “Looks like someone’s back to being an obedient little slut. I'm glad you've learnt your lesson.”

You nod, a needy whine bleeding from your throat.

The pitiful sounds you let out are enough to send him over the edge. Charlie moans your name and paints ropes of cum over your wanting tongue.

You can't help from wrapping your lips around the head and sucking on it like hard candy. Charlie continues to stroke himself into your mouth as you suck down every last drop, only stopping when he pulls his cock from your mouth.

He stands back, panting and watching you happily swallow down his load.

Charlie hums and leans down to kiss you. He strokes his tongue deep into your mouth while running his fingers up into your hair to grip a fistful. “Do you think you've earned back the title of being my good girl?”

You shudder in his grasp, rubbing your thighs together to relieve the ache in your cunt, “I’ve learned my lesson Daddy. I swear it.”

A sly grin comes over Charlie’s features. His voice drops an octave as he whispers.

“We’ll see about that.”

With his hand still in your hair, he pulls you to your feet and sits down in your place. He releases you, his touch feather-light coming up your thighs to the elastic band of your thong.

His mouth falls open in a groan when he sees how soaked they are. The pink lace now stained with your slick.

“As much as Daddy has enjoyed your costume. It needs to come off now.” Charlie pulls down your panties and helps you step out of them.

Charlie reaches up and adjusts the bunny ears to stop them from falling and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. The fact he can still be gentle while punishing you makes you smile. A reassuring feeling washing over you that despite you being bratty- you are still cared for.

“You were such a good girl swallowing down all my cum. Tell me, what does the little rabbit want for a reward?”

Your ears literally perk up at his words. Without hesitation you scramble onto the bed and quickly pull out a carrot shaped vibrator from under your pillow that you’d hidden earlier, “I want this Daddy.”

Charlie tries not to laugh at the shape of the toy and your sheepish expression.

He isn’t quick enough to respond so you feel the need to entice him. You sit back against the pillows, knees drawn to your chest before letting them part to reveal your wet cunt to him. You don’t hesitate to turn it on and rub it along your folds, “Please? Come play with your cock hungry little rabbit.”

Charlie growls, his earlier amusement evaporated. He slides up the bed to sit on his side beside you, “Well look at you little one, so fucking wet for me.”

You nod, the toy touching your clit and making you whimper.

His hand comes up to take it from you, a sinister smirk on his face, “Should Daddy take over, little one? Fuck you with your carrot and stretch you open before I give you my cock?”

Your eyes nearly cross, nodding at his question. He takes the toy as you hand it to him and plays with it in his hands for a second, seeing it glisten with how wet you’ve gotten it already without it even being inside you. He turns the vibration down to the lowest setting and looks at you, holding your gaze. He slips it between his full, plush lips tasting your juices on it, groaning in satisfaction as he did, and getting it wetter before holding it against your hole.

“You want me to stretch you so you can take my cock? Like this?” He pushes the toy achingly slow into you before turning the vibration up one setting.

“Yes! Please stretch me open. Need to be stretched open for Daddy's cock!” Your moans grow louder, hips rocking into the toy.

“My beautiful, impatient girl,” He watches as you screw your eyes shut in pleasure, “You're being so good for me now, babygirl.”

As a reward, Charlie turns the vibrations up higher and starts to pump the toy in and out of you. He groans at the sound of how wet your pussy has gotten for him.

His stomach tightens as he watches you, his cock throbbing firmly against his stomach, “Don't shut those beautiful eyes sweetheart. I want you to look at me while I fuck this tight little hole.”

You whine back at him, feeling a familiar ache build up in your core, “Daddyyyyy. I'm so close! My pussy feels so full.”

“Yes, little one keep talking to me. You know how much Daddy loves it when you beg for him.” Large fingers take a hold of your jaw, holding you still so he can place a quick kiss to your trembling lips. He urgently coaxes you towards your orgasm needing to get his chance to be inside you, “I want you to cum for me baby. Cum for me, then Daddy will fuck you as much as you need.”

“F-Fuck! Daddy yes!” you grind into the toy harder and feel it touch your g-spot and it throws you over the edge of bliss.

You cry out his name, his real one, and shudder violently as you cum around the toy. Moans bleed from your throat. The aftershocks rip through you, but Charlie holds you steady- grounding you.

“Fuck my girl is so pretty when she cums. I can't wait to see it again.” Charlie chuckles at the sight of your now lopsided bunny ears and reaches up to pull the headband from your head. Your eyes open to find him grinning down at you. You might have just came, but it is clear that Charlie isn’t through with you just yet.

“Does my little rabbit want Daddy's cock?”

You nod with a hazy smile on your face. Without missing a beat, he slowly moves you both so that you sit straddling his lap once more, “Fuck, baby, Daddy is so desperate for you.”

Once on his lap you position yourself over him, Charlie’s hand helps guide his cock to your entrance. You purposely move slowly, so that you can feel the stretch of inner walls. He’s so fucking thick . It doesn’t matter how many times he’s fucked you. His cock always stretches you to your limit. You place your hands on Charlie’s broad chest, anchoring yourself as you start to roll your hips.

It’s clear he’s attempting to remain still. His jaw set from the way he grinds his teeth. He’s trying to give you time to adjust to his size.

But you can feel him throbbing inside your tightness, making you gasp, “Daddy's cock is throbbing so much. Does Daddy feel good?”

“Yes… feels fucking amazing, baby.” Warm brown eyes roll back at the feeling of your heat fully wrapped around him. You’ve taken every inch of him now and it makes him feral. “This delicious fucking cunt is perfect, do you know that? Do you know how perfect you are?”

His breathless words of praise make you blush, grinding into him harder as your nails bite into the flesh of his chest. Charlie doesn’t care, his only focus is feeling you take all of him-making him growl.

The low sound has your mouth falling open in a little ‘o’ shape as you buck against him in search of friction.

He smirks teasingly at you as you buck into him. His hands move to your waist and guide you to start bouncing on his cock.

Slowly at first, but then he keeps talking.

“Can you feel how deep I am? Daddy is so proud of his girl and her hungry cunt.”

Your movements speed up, quickly becoming sloppy as your thighs shake. You’re a desperate thing and Charlie knows it. Your cunt clenches around him in response to every dirty word he speaks. “That’s it, fuck Daddy’s cock like the mindless little rabbit you are. I want you to cum again for me sweetheart, can you do that? I want to feel this pussy gush all over me.”

You try to verbally respond but nothing other than nonsensical nosies leave your mouth. Smugly, Charlie sits up straighter and plants his feet in the mattress, giving him a better angle to thrust up into you.

You cry out, hands grope at his arms and shoulders- anywhere you could reach as he fucks you. Flesh smacking together the more aggressive you both become.

Charlie reaches for the vibrator turning it all the way up and placing it in your hand, “Put this on that needy clit for me little rabbit.”

He watches how your eyes blow wide but nonetheless you take it from him, and instantly place it on your clit. You bite your bottom lip to stop from screaming, much to Charlie’s displeasure.

“Louder! Daddy wants to hear you.” He grabs your free hand and pulls it tight behind your back, giving you no other choice but to sit atop his cock and take his brutal thrusts.

Your vision blurs from the assault of pleasure on your senses. Your body is a sweaty trembling mess as he fucks you. Your clit throbs and pulses in time with your heavy breathing.

All the while Charlie watches you as if you’re performing some beautifully written sonnet.

“That's it beautiful girl, cum for me.” He grunts, speeding up as much as possible as you start chanting at him.

“Yes! Make me cum, Daddy! Make me cum! Make me fucking cum!”

You already have his permission so you don’t stop yourself when your orgams washes over you. You tense and then release- slick gushing out of you and all the way down to Charlie’s balls. Probably even to the sheets below him.

You gasp for breath as if you’re drowning- needing to fill your lungs with enough oxygen. Charlie holds you as you slump against him, pressing kisses to your skin as you try to regain yourself.

He slows down his thrusts until he is languidly stroking your walls to let you come down.

After a moment you look down at him, still gasping, “D-Daddy cums now?”

He chuckles and his voice comes out strained as he tries to hold himself together for you, “Yes, rabbit. Daddy comes now. Where do you want Daddy to cum? I'll give you the choice since you're behaving again.” You look deep into his eyes and whimper, “Fill me up with your cum Daddy. I want every drop that you can give me, please?”

His cock twitches at your words and Charlie instantly picks up his pace. Your hands move to his shoulders to steady yourself. His thrusts are less precise now that his orgasm is approaching but they remain forceful. Your entire body shaking and bouncing from it as you whimper.

The sound of your whines make him reach out and capture your face in his hand. He kisses you and presses his forehead against yours, gritting his teeth and growling.

“Such a good girl aren't you? Wanting Daddy to fill you up, letting Daddy cum for you. So good to me.” He pants as he feels himself getting closer to cumming, rambling as he loses himself in the feeling of your cunt.

He releases your face and lowers his hands to your breasts pulling harshly on your nipples. You cry out, your cunt clenching around him-giving him the exact response he wanted.

He smiles through gritted teeth, tugging on the other nipple and it’s enough to push him over the edge. Charlie’s hips stutter and he moans your name, eyes rolling back slightly as you continue to clench around him.

His cock pulses, filling you up to the brim with his cum and overflowing.

Making a fucking mess that has you both shuddering.

Charlie slowly starts to come down. Muscles relaxing to slump against the headboard. He pulls you down with him so he can kiss you. He meets your lips with a blissful sigh, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Carefully Charlie slips out of you, moaning lewdly as he watches the mix of cum drip from your swollen cunt, “Look at you my messy girl. That tight little hole is just dripping!”

You huff and hide your face in embarrassment, but Charlie chuckles and shuffles you both to lay back against the pillows. You on your side and Charlie on his back.

He pulls you closer, letting you snuggle into the crook of his neck while he kisses your forehead. For a moment you both enjoy the silence, bodies settling comfortably until Charlie speaks. His tone is soft, wanting to check in with you. “Daddy is sorry if he teased you too much.”

“Don't be sorry Daddy, I was trying to push your buttons so we could play.”

Charlie nods and keeps placing kisses to forehead as your breathing gets slower, “I have a question for you, but first do you need anything little one?”

You smile at him softly and shake your head 'no', “Just you.”

He runs his fingers through your hair, pulling it just enough to massage your scalp, “Was that all it was? Pushing me so we could play?” His finger moves under your chin, and tilts it so you look up at him, “It's not like my good girl to act out. Where did the attitude come from, huh?”

A look of worry comes over your face and Charlie leans in to kiss it away.

“I’m not saying I didn’t like it. I definitely liked it.” He playfully nips at your nose causing you to giggle, but when he speaks again his tone is serious, “Have you been feeling like I’ve been neglecting you? Is that why you felt like you needed to get my attention?”

You aggressively shake your head and reach up to stroke his jawline, “No, Daddy, no! I just...” your cheeks heat up, color flooding them before you can continue.

“They say Halloween is a day that you can be anyone you want to be. So, I thought it would be fun to dress up and be…. a naughty girl.” You bite your bottom lip, “Are you mad at me?”

“No baby, I'm not mad at you. Of course I'm not, I just wanted to make sure my girl is well taken care of.” He plants a reassuring kiss to your lips, “It makes me happy that you trust me enough to push boundaries like that. But promise you'll tell me if I go too far in the future? Or if the teasing is too much, okay?”

You nod in agreement, “Yes Charlie, I promise. But this wasn’t too much, I liked it very much.”

He smirks at you then, “I'll be honest little one, I don't know if you've noticed-“ he drops his voice to a whisper, “-but I like you feisty.”

Without warning, Charlie begins to attack your face with kisses. Kissing you from your brow to your chin, enjoying how you giggle and squirm while begging for mercy.

Satisfied, he takes a deep breath and looks at you with such adoration and affection that it nearly takes your breath away.

“Happy Halloween, Daddy.” You whisper, hands reaching to pull him closer. Charlie hums in response, letting you guide him back down to your flushed face. “Happy Halloween, little rabbit.” He whispers before crashing his lips to yours once more.

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shameful lust; suna rintarō

synopsis; he’s off limits in every way, but that only makes you want him more. based off of this, this, and this. the smut is inspired by my bunny anon’s birthday idea :) bunny, you know the one :)

pairings; brother’s bsf!suna rintarō x fem!reader

genre; porn with kind of plot lmfao

word count; 5.5k what the fuck??

trigger warning; age gap (not specified, & everyone’s 18+), masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, humiliation, praise, mini panic attack, link for the lingerie (slight nsfw warning)

it started off innocent, as most things do. you were sixteen when you first felt the butterflies nestled deep in your stomach, the drop of your heart, the heat of your cheeks, only around him. you’d thought it was a natural reaction; after all, you’d known suna rintarō since, quite literally, forever, and you were a growing girl, hormones imbalanced and thoughts as confusing as ever. it was normal, completely ordinary to feel as nervous as you did whenever his hand so much brushed against yours, or whenever he’d barely glance your way to offer a small, teasing smile.

it meant nothing, of course. you were just a young girl, sixteen, desperate to lose yourself in some sort of fantasy. a silly crush on your brother’s best friend was nothing strange, and definitely inevitable.

it would go away.

you’re eighteen when the feelings don’t go away, and when they begin reshaping into more— impure thoughts. the more you see of him, the more hyperaware you grow of everything that he is. suddenly your eyes easily find the small strip of skin revealed when he stretches his arms up, and suddenly you can’t help but constantly think about the way he sits, legs spread so wide as if to... accommodate something. suddenly your thoughts always find their way back to the way he’d hugged you goodbye, arms squeezing you so tight to him, allowing you to feel every ridge and ripple of his muscles, and the way he had ruffled your hair and his hand, so large, so easily sinking into the strands— and you’re left wondering what else his fingers could do in your hair, to the rest of your body—

it’s bad. it’s really bad. every day you try and convince yourself it’s innocent, and every night you prove yourself wrong when you find yourself on your stomach, face buried in your pillow and teeth biting down on it, mouth dampening the cloth as your fingers rub harshly at your clit and sink into your dripping cunt— all with his name falling off your tongue as you heave and cry. every night you think about how much thicker his fingers are in comparison to yours, how much longer, how they’d feel inside of you, curling within you. you know he’s dexterous, insanely good with his hands. you’ve seen the way his fingers fly across a keyboard or tap urgently at a gaming console. you know it, and it in no way helps in calming your frustration.

it’s bad, of course, but you live with it. after all, he is in every way off limits. a lot older than you, and much more experienced, suna would have to lose his mind before he ever thinks of you the way you think of him. what would a girl like you have to offer a guy like him anyways? your shaky hands and clumsy mouth? your tight cunt that can barely fit two of your fingers? you’d only leave him unsatisfied, and leave yourself utterly humiliated.

worst of all, however, you can’t imagine how devastated, how betrayed, your brother would be if he’d caught you fooling around with his best friend.

so although you’re yearning to say fuck all and fuck him, you don’t, because it doesn’t make sense in the slightest for you to do so. you continue to make due with what shirtless image of him or that time he slept over and went commando, waking up at the same time you had and his — his dick was hard— you could see—

fuck.

you need to grow up.

as you sit with your back to your headboard, your knees bent up and swinging slightly, two simple knock erupt on your bedroom door. it’s late afternoon, the sun’s brightness dimming slightly, casting your room in an orange glow. in all honesty, it’s soothing.

looking up from your phone momentarily, you call out for the person knocking to come in, your eyes returning to your screen once more.

“hey.”

at the sound of the awfully familiar voice, your head snaps back up and you lock your phone, looking up with newfound excitement at the man standing at your doorway. “hi,” you return with a smile, sitting up and crossing your legs.

suna smiles back, walking into your room with one hand tucked behind his back. “your brother said i’d find you here,” he explains, walking towards you.

you quirk a brow, curiously and amusingly smiling as you ask, “whatcha got there?”

he’s quiet for a moment as he walks over to your side of the bed, maneuvering in a way that doesn’t reveal what he has hidden behind him. you twist around on your bed, leaning on your knees to face him properly, and it’s just when you lift up slightly to settle comfortably that he leans down, bends over to get close enough to whisper, “happy birthday, pretty girl.” he gives you not another moment to process how close his face is — how close his lips are to yours — before the hand behind his back comes around between you.

tucked in his hand is a medium sized bag, not related to any sort of brand, so you assume it’s a simple bag he’d gotten from a convenience store. that would really only mean one thing— that he’s gotten you more than just one gift. you can’t see what’s in it since there are colorful papers stacked within it, obstructing your view, but you’re still flustered at the mere thought he’d even considered to buy you a gift. it’s not unusual; suna, every year on your birthday, has gotten you a gift, yet it’s usually more so a gag gift than anything. some inside joke of yours, maybe he’d pay for your dinner, things like that. never a full on, thought out gift.

“you didn’t have to,” you say, settling back down on your knees and hesitantly taking the bag from him.

he waves you off, disagreeing. “course i did; you’re nineteen now.”

you roll your eyes. “wouldn’t eighteen be more special?”

“fine,” he decides, playfully taking the bag from your grasp and pulling it to him. “guess i’ll just give this to someone else then— maybe your mom—“

“suna!”

at your reaction, he laughs boisterously, and against all odds, you find yourself smiling too. quickly, you reach out for the bag again, pulling it back to you.

“open it when you’re alone,” he disclaims, almost as if in warning.

warily, you eye the bag.

“sure.”

you try to be quieter when unboxing suna’s gift, but the paper’s scrunching is just so damn loud. after cursing it out, you finally rid the bag of its first layer of paper, and are met with a scented candle and some lotion. basic, expected. there‘s a card there too, and when you open it, there’s a note in his messy handwriting, reading out a simple happy birthday— and a good couple of yens too. money, a candle, lotion.

so basic.

there’s still more paper beneath, but you don’t expect it to be for anything except decoration, not for—

what the fuck.

What The Fuck?

your two hands dip into the bag, reaching out for the final gift, grabbing it by its straps and—

holy shit, he got you lingerie.

it’s so— sheer? you don’t think an inch of you will be properly covered, even with the lingerie on. it’s properly transparent, with only the intricate lace designs to modestly cover you. when you dig into the bag, you find the panties to match the bra and— well, it’s pretty, you can’t lie. there are dark, almost flowerlike designs all over, and it’s a deep black, nearly blue or green. there’s also a garter belt, but there aren’t any stockings in the bag to attach to the clips. maybe he’d expected you to take care of that?— ah no, you stand corrected. there are stockings.

fuck, he thought of everything didn’t he?

but more importantly, what the fuck does all of this mean?

burying the lingerie deep inside the bag again, and making sure to cover it up with the paper, thoroughly, you place the other gifts and the card back in and on top, before putting it aside on your bed.

and now, to gather your fucking thoughts.

you had to text him to thank him for the gift, obviously. but there was no way he’d accidentally misplaced the lingerie there. it was deliberately placed, with the way it was folded and tucked neatly, underneath an extra layer of paper above and beneath it? yeah, definitely on purpose. but— why? had he taken notice of your feelings towards him? was this his way of making fun or... reassuring you they were mutual?

god, what the hell are you thinking.

snatching your phone from your bedside table, you check the time.

2:01 a.m.

okay, everyone‘s bound to be asleep by now. hopefully. you eye the bag, so cautiously one would assume there’s some sort of killing machine within it. you contemplate. shake your head. no. the gears twist. yes.

no.

yes. no. yes. no—

fuck it, it’s yours anyways, isn’t it?

you snatch it loudly, rushing off to lock your bedroom door, then rushing to close the blinds, tightly, surely, then rushing to turn the lights off and turning the small lamp by your bedside on instead. what else are you meant to do with lingerie other than, well, put it on? it’s rational, you think, obvious.

it’s fine.

stealing one last, deep breathe, you dump the contents of the bag again, and pick out the lingerie.

it fits.

it fits perfectly.

the bra is snug against your chest, pushing at your breasts but not digging in uncomfortably. your nipples peak through what‘s revealed of the mesh, and when they stand perky and hard, you blame it on the fact that you‘re half naked. the garter belt wraps tightly around your waist, not squeezing to the point of discomfort and pain, but not loose that it’s a nuisance, and the clips that hang from it are attached to a pair of stockings that stop mid thigh, squeezing at the flesh. finally, a pair of panties rest on your cups, cupping your ass perfectly. it too is sheer, and god— you can see so much of you.

is this— what he would‘ve wanted?

you can’t deny that you do look good. it shows your figure off appealingly, and coupled with some dark lipstick, your messy hair, and the slightest smudge to your day’s eyeliner— would— would he have wanted you like this? all dolled up for him?

is this what suna likes?

doubting the fact that you’ll ever have the courage to put this set on again, you grab at your phone, clearing the area before your mirror, then sitting down at the edge of your bed. might as well enjoy it while it lasts, shouldn’t you? posing in the mirror, you appreciate the way you look, the way the dim lighting complements the atmosphere, the way the piece hugs your body and shows you off. you look so good.

so good— for him.

reveling in this surge of confidence, you snap a good amount of pictures, posing differently in each of them, taking them at different angles. your camera roll overflows with them, and as you fall back on the bed, hair splayed out on the mattress, you smile proudly at the pictures.

do you look good enough for him to see?

the thought strikes you suddenly; it tickles at the pit of your stomach, makes your knees bend and your toes curl.

should you?

the messenger app is open at the text messages between you and him before you can think, a picture of you uploaded and ready to send.

should you?

you tuck your lower lip between your teeth, mulling it over anxiously.

no, you most definitely shouldn’t.

quickly, you swipe out of the messenger app, and onto safari. porn it is.

you should‘ve turned the ac on. fuck, it’s hot.

3:10 a.m. 45 minutes since you’d put the lingerie set on and had your mini photoshoot, ten minutes since you’d started masturbating. everything’s still in place except for the garter clips, which have snapped off of your stockings at some point in the past few minutes, but you pay it barely any mind as your legs spread wider, one hand dipped beneath your panties, the other pressing hard against your mouth, trying to keep yourself quiet.

it’s not that you generally had a problem keeping down your noises. your home was constantly filled with people, and you’re almost always sexually frustrated at the most inconvenient times. this time, however, it’s different. it’s different because you’re wearing a lingerie set that suna picked out, that suna bought for you, that suna gave you himself. would he have wanted to watch you touch yourself like this, dressed up so pretty? or— would he have wanted to fuck you while—

shit, you’re gonna cum.

you let out a broken moan, bleeding into a desperate son, muffled barely your hand. your fingers fuck into your cunt faster, squelching lowly as you arch your back, pressing your palm harshly against your clit.

“ugh, hngh,” you whine, squeal, wrist aching. “fuck, rin— please—“

you’re so loud, shit, shit, shit.

beside you, your phone dings! loudly, alerting you of a message received, but you can’t stop, not when you’re so close. it dings again, and again, but you continue to ignore, chasing your own high so desperately, faster, faster, faster. the coil tightens, your body tenses, mind hazing over and eyes rolling back— so close, so fucking close.

“well aren’t you a doll.”

your eyes snap open, and you only manage one second to process who the fuck and what the fuck before your hips are trembling and twisting, and your legs are shaking so awfully as your back arches deep. the moment you hear his voice, so deep and clear, looming just by the edge of your bed where you lay spread, fucking yourself, you cum— and you’re convinced you have a humiliation kink. you didn’t cum because you’d simply been close— you came because you heard him catch you.

in your post orgasmic daze, you pant deeply, chest heaving, rising and falling rapidly as you try to catch your breath. your fingers pull back from your panties, falling to the bed, sticky and wet, while your other hand falls from from your mouth, drool and spit dripping from the corner of your lips.

“aw, you ruined the set.”

you sigh. “rin.” the way you say his name isn’t in a way that’s calling out for him, but neither are you scolding him nor brushing him off for teasing you. you’re just simply trying to process the fact that he’s here.

“i like it when you call me that,” he admits, and in a second he’s falling over you, hands bracing and steadying him beside your head, keeping himself hovering at a small distance. “why do you always insist on calling me suna?” he wonders, head tilting curiously.

blinking slowly, you breathe in, and out, and ask, “what are you doing here?”

above you, he shrugs. “you were the one that sent me those—”

immediately, you’re pushing him off you, sitting up all too quickly as you reach out for your phone. you shakily unlock it, typing in your password and opening the messenger app. he’s right— shit. you could’ve sworn you’d deleted the photo, because you’d explicitly decided just how stupid sending it would’ve been.

well, look at you now.

“that wasn’t— oh my god, i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to,” you stutter, turning your body towards him once more, but avoiding his gaze, your body, only barely having just cooled down, heating up once more.

“oh?” he tests. “was it not meant for me?”

“no, i—“

he’s smiling all too wide for him to not be getting off on your embarrassment. at the thought of that, your eyes unintentionally snap up to him, to his crotch, where beneath his sweats is a bulge, and god, it’s like all those nights ago where you’d seen his dick through his sweats and he’s big, he’s so big—

“just where do you think you’re looking?” he sneers, hand all of a sudden gripping your chin, tilting your head back up and forcing you to finally, for the first time, meet his eyes. they’re dark, almost sinister, as they narrowly glare at you, begging you for explanation.

your mind’s no longer clouded over, all pleasure dissipating from your veins, pathetic humiliation replacing it. “i’m sorry,” you mewl, eyes tearing up at the look on his face. of course he was disgusted. just as your stupid crush on him was natural, so was his reaction. “i’m sorry, please don’t tell anyone,” you beg, lower lip wobbling.

his grip on your chin tightens as he furrows his brows. “tell anyone?” he questions. “about what?”

had he not— heard you?

he says your name, firmly, deeply, in a way that has you stifling your sobs and biting your bottom lip to stop its quivering. patiently, you wait for him to speak, to say anything, until finally, he asks, “do you want me to fuck you?” and your heart stops. “yeah?” he continues, his other hand reaching for your wrist, your hand, the same one that’s still sticky with the evidence of you. slowly, as he brings his lips closer to yours, fingers slipping so that he’s squishing your cheeks tightly, he leads your hand to his crotch, to where his dick is painfully hard beneath his sweats. your initial touch is featherlight, and he doesn’t fully press your hand to his clothed cock, but still, just the smallest, tiniest feel of him has the lust in your veins thrumming alive. “you think you’d look pretty—” he pauses, lips hovering by yours, eyes searching for any sign of hesitance or resistance, “sitting on my cock?”

“i’m sorry,” you apologize again, but he swallows it by finally, finally, pressing his lips to yours. his lips are so soft, softer than you’d imagined and fantasized a thousand times over, as they press against yours, managing to pull the softest moan of surprise and pleasure from you. you’d forgotten, in your moment of shame, just how much you’d craved suna rintarō. just how often you thought about him, those same fingers gripping your chin to be buried inside of you, those pretty lips sucking on your tits and clit. “want you so bad,” you hiccup, kissing him back. “so bad.”

he hums, amused, pulling back. licking his lips with a grin, as if tasting you, his hands leave you entirely, reaching for the hem of his shirt as he lifts it up, freeing himself of the piece of clothing. “don’t you think i know, sweetheart?” he teases, daringly. at the sight of your eyes widening, he nods with a dramatized serious expression, tutting as he adds, “so dirty, thinkin’ ‘bout me like that.”

you whine again, hands lifting up to obstruct your face from his view as you fall back on the bed, body bouncing slightly. “stop,” you plead, not for him to pull back but for him to stop reminding you of just how wrong it is to feel the way you do. still, you spread your sticky thighs for him when he presses his hands to your knees, and you shiver at the feel of his fingers tickling at your skin. “i’m sorry.”

“that’s okay, pretty girl,” he reassures you, faux sweetness dripping like honey off his tongue. he leans in, carefully slow, hands following the curve of his body and yours. “i want you too.” he smiles mischievously, leaning close once more. “so bad,” he mimics you, lips hovering right above yours before he kisses you once more. you want to pinch his arm for outright mocking you, because really, how infuriating can he be? but it’s impossible to want to do anything but desire him in every possible way at the moment, especially when he presses himself harder against you, hips slotting between your legs and clothed cock brushing against your dripping panties.

“rin,” you plead, hands clawing at his back, grasping at his shoulders. god, his skin is so warm.

“yes?” he drawls, wet lips kissing the corner of your mouth, trailing easily to your jaw, and down to your neck. patiently, he waits for you to speak.

with a trembling voice, you ask, “be quick. please.”

a little stunned, suna pauses his ministrations at your neck, but it’s barely for a second. because moments later, he’s grinning sinisterly into the crook of your neck, sucking hotly as he replies, “sure thing.”

you do want to take your time. you want him to stuff his face between your legs and sink his fingers so deep inside of you. you want him to force your mouth down on him, want to bury your face in your lap till you’re choking and gagging on his cock. you want him to take his time stretching you for his cock before he sinks inside of you, letting you feel every single inch and ridge of his dick until he bottoms out. you wish. you wish.

but you’re desperate, and needy, and frustrated, and most of all, you’re not even sure if this is real. you’re scared to blink and have him disappear all of a sudden. you’re scared to wake up with soaked panties and no gift from suna, no suna above you, hard cock pressing against your cunt, only the same suna from all these past years, the same suna you pine over at a distance, wanting but never having.

so you whimper so quietly, “be quick,” again, because he’s still too slow for your liking.

his fingers grasp the sides of your panties, pulling as quick as he can, sliding them down your thighs, watching as the cloth rolls at the urgency as it slides past your knees, your shins, your ankles, legs lifted high up. at the final loop around your right ankle, as suna flings it off, he kisses at your ankle, gripping it tightly and using it to spread your legs.

as your legs spread, your pussy, soaking from both your past orgasm and this unbelievable build up, spreads too, glistening and dripping for him. his eyes easily fall to it, and, with that same glint in his eyes, he grins, and licks his lips again. “wish i could have a taste,” he admits to you, shuffling closer and bending your legs closer to your chest with one hand. the other hand frantically pushes at the hem of his sweatpants, tugging it low, beneath his balls. “god, i’d have you sit on my face for hours.”

he’s going to kill you.

he’s going to fucking kill you.

at his words, your cunt pulsates and clenches tightly, hole glistening as you moan. you hope he doesn’t notice, but he does, somehow, and he laughs, too fucking loud. “you liked that, hm? bet you’d look so cute,” he spurs you on, and your entire body trembles.

you wish to say something, to find the courage to belittle him, degrade him, remind him that if you’re in the wrong for wanting this then so is he, but it’s so hard to find your voice. it’s like he’s stupefied you completely, reduced you to this dumb, wordless, horny mess. god, fuck, it’s embarrassing. you can only watch with wide, tearful eyes and quivering lips and trembling legs as he spits on his hand and fists his cock, quickly, getting himself all nice and slick for you. his cock is— he’s so big, fuck. if you’d been shocked feeling him beneath his sweats, well, your entire body’s rigid with anticipation now.

just as promised, suna’s quick. with one hand pressing and steadying firmly at your lower stomach, right by your hip, he guides his cock to your cunt with the other, wasting no time by pushing in. no way, no way, no fucking way.

how is he fitting?

“ease up,” he orders sharply, forcing more of himself inside of you.

in response, you bring both hands up to your mouth, clasping them tightly above your lips. you remaining quiet is as impossible as ever, with the way he’s stretching you so wide for him, so you press down harder with your hands and throw your head back as he sinks in deeper, and deeper.

“aren’t a good girl?” he praises sweetly, his other hand mirroring the one on your hip. he watches as you lower your head again, lifting it up slightly to look between the two of you at where he’s fully bottomed out, buried deep inside of you. “feel good?” he wonders, even if he knows the answer. your head falls back again and you nod with your eyes squeezing shut. “feel so full, yeah?” you’re glad he’s speaking for you, because you doubt you could find your voice at the moment, even if you tried.

you nod again instead, urgently, just as he pulls out until only his tip remains inside of you, before pressing back in quickly, thrusting into you suddenly. the sight of him above you is better than anything your mind has ever made up, hands squeezing at your hips tightly, both ensuring you keep your legs spread for him and keeping himself up, steadying himself as he fucks into you. his arms bulge and the muscles in his abdomen tighten and tense with every thrust. his chest, so flushed red; his hair, a little sweaty, a little messy; his brows, furrowed deep in concentration; his lips, wet and red, so fucking red, his tongue jutting out slightly as he picks up the pace, as he thrusts faster, harder.

and best of all: the noises he makes. he’s shameless, fucking into you with abandon, moaning and grunting and whining for you, like he’d been the one yearning, pining, and not you. and, you suppose, with the way he’s fucking into you right now, that there might’ve been some truth in his words, that he’s wanted you just as bad, that this wasn’t some pity fuck— poor little girl, his best friend’s sister, sending him lewd and inappropriate photos because she’s so desperate, she can’t help but lust after him, every single day.

his hands squeeze even tighter and he grunts, gritting his teeth sharply. “fuck, m’already close,” he grunts, and somehow, that makes your heart swell, pride deepening. “cunt’s so fucking tight, shit.” you’re making him say those words, you’re going to make him cum so quick, it’s you. you.

when his hands crawl up to your breasts, squeezing and kneading through the bra, your hands fall to his forearms, gripping so tightly and digging your nails into his skin. “please, please, please, cum inside,” you beg, trying to be as quiet as you can. “please rin, please.”

the bed creaks with the effort and speed of his thrusts, your body bouncing as his cock fucks deep into your cunt. his head bows in, smooth hair swinging forward as he curses. “are you— hm..hngh—sure?” he asks, and you nod so rapidly you feel dizzy, arching your back as much as you can to get him deeper inside of you. he’s a mess of curses and pants as he fucks you even faster, one hand remaining at your breast, grasping tightly, the other lowering to your wet clit, rubbing furiously, messily, clumsily.

no words are exchanged as he desperately circles your clit with the rough pads of his fingers, squeezing and kneading your breast as he angles his hips, trying to get you to cum before he does. and just as as before, just as he’d caught you earlier, your body starts to tense up, shaking in anticipation as your orgasm draws closer and closer.

but there’s something— different.

“rin!” you yell out, still half-whispering in an attempt to keep quiet. your eyes well up as you call out for him again, your orgasm unbearably close. “rin, feels weird— oh m—”

he only just barely manages to shove his hand against your face before you’re screaming, throat aching and scratching as you thrash beneath him. around his cock, your cunt spams and clenches down tightly, cum splashing and spraying all over his lower stomach and past his cock to his balls. you’re still thrashing, still squealing and screaming, and he’s spilling inside of you, filling you up impossibly, his cum splashing and dripping as it mixes with yours.

“holy shit,” he breathlessly marvels, hips still rocking and grinding against yours as he helps the both of you ride out your highs. “you ever—“ he steals in a breath, steadying himself slightly, “—cum this hard?”

you’re sobbing, hiccuping and mewling and whining and crying, your body impossibly sensitive. tears stream freely down your cheeks as you sink into the mattress, feeling quite literally like jelly. slowly, suna pulls his cock out, trying not to get distracted by the way your cunt squeezes out some of his cum, and instead focuses on you, his hands cupping your cheeks softly.

“hey, hey, eyes on me,” he encourages, kneeling above you as his thumbs brush at your tears.

“m’sorry, ri— suna,” you heave, hands grasping his as your eyes water again, fresh tears joining ones that are yet to dry.

“what for, sweet thing?” he asks gently. when you start to lift yourself up, he leans back, sitting on your bed, giving you space to get comfortable. he watches with worried eyes as you furiously rub at your eyes with your palms and the back of your hands, as the tears never stop flowing. shit, did he fuck up somehow? he calls your name again, cautiously reaching out for you. when you don’t reject his touch, his heart settles, just a little. “tell me what’s wrong?” he offers again, and you sniffle.

“are you not disgusted?” you ask, voice wobbly and cracking.

his brows furrow, and he cocks his head. “because you... squirted?”

you slap at his arm with a roll of your eyes. “no, suna.”

“when did i lose my first name privileges?” he asks, dramatically shocked. again, you roll your eyes. well, at least the tears have ceased. softening slightly, suna sighs. he’s shit at this. he’s worse than shit at this. talking in general? awful. talking about his or someone else’s feelings? he’s sure the devil would be better comfort. still, he can’t just— leave you. he’s sure that would make things a thousand times worse.

and honestly, neither does he want to leave you.

“i can’t read your mind, pretty girl,” he reminds you, and momentarily, you look away.

until you inhale sharply, and meet his eyes again. “it’s okay...” you begin, trailing off as you attempt to gather your words, before continuing, “that i feel this way for you?”

at your words, at the much needed clarity, suna sighs in relief. so that was it. “more than okay,” he promises you.

you nod in understanding, before prodding further, “not weird?”

he thinks it over, before answering. if he’s honest with himself, the most he’d felt with you was sexual attraction. he liked the way your tits bounced when you ran to greet him or the press of your ass against his crotch when you passed by him to get somewhere. he liked— he liked thinking about your body, your lips, your hands. it’s why he sent you that lingerie set, the one that sits so pretty on your body right now. not that he’d been expecting you to send him anything, and he’d even anticipated that you might feel disgusted, might throw it in his face and slap him too. but he knew you better. suna was observant. he knew more than he let on, more than anyone could imagine. if he hadn’t realized your eyes on him in the past years, he must be blind.

still, he’s not sure if it was ever more, or if it is more. but, he supposes, it’s not an unimaginable feat. he thinks that maybe, there is a chance. he likes you, sure; you make his belly twist and his heart jump. but is he going to risk leading you on?

he doesn’t know.

he settles for, “good weird.”

your face is the definition of a question mark. “what the hell is good weird?”

“your face is good weird,” he retorts. it’s a bad comeback, terrible actually, but his face is flushing a dark red, and he needs to get away. you’re flustering him and it’s pissing him off.

“that’s so mean!”

yeah, the devil would’ve been better comfort. he wasn’t around though, so he made sure suna had been sleeping over that night instead.

worked in your favor didn’t it?

end note; my godddddfhksfhbskjbsb ,,, sorry if you found mistakes this took me all day and im not assed to proofread <//3 but i hope you liked regardless!!

#suna #suna smut #suna rintarou smut #suna x reader #haikyuu smut #suna rintarou x reader #rintarou smut #suna rintaro smut #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #hq smut #sal's thirst tag <3

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suguwu · 3 years

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I feel like bullying u-

so just imagine Kento coming home, seeing you in thigh high stockings, them being held up by a garter belt before you change into a dress for some event for work, the soft, fatty flesh of your thighs smushed by the straps of the belt and stockings.

he clears his throat as quietly as he can as he walks into the bedroom, whatever he had on his mind and whatever event you’re supposed to be getting ready for rapidly fading away from importance to him because he really, REALLY just needs to feel your thighs in his hands and needs his face in between them.

me reading the first line: how much can she bully me tho

me reading the next line: oh no.

i'm wrecked, i'm so wrecked, gray what have you DONE

also tho...i can't stop thinking...

18+ minors & ageless blogs dni

afab reader, reader wears garters and thigh-highs, oral (r receiving), established relationship, once again nanami kento eats p*ssy for his own pleasure <3

Nanammi thinks he should start coming home early more often.

He lingers in the doorway of the bedroom, watching as you finish rolling up your thigh-high stocking. The thick band at the top—a delicate froth of lace, like seafoam against the shore of your skin—indents your skin just slightly, the plush of your thigh spilling out above it.

He knows how soft you are there. Knows the give of your flesh beneath the press of his fingers, the purring sigh that leaves you each time he squeezes.

There's an event tonight, but exactly what it is has slipped his mind. Still, he shouldn't distract you; he should get ready too. But there's a slight sheen to your skin from your shower, and your thighs are jiggling as you move.

The garter belt breaks him.

You've only snapped two of the buckles in place—each thin strap pressing into the meat of your thigh, creating a soft slope that he wants to sink his teeth into—when he strides over to you. You yelp at his sudden appearance.

"Kento!" you scold, fumbling with a buckle. "Shit, you scared me!"

"Sorry, love," he says, but from the way your brow rises, he sounds as unrepentant as he feels.

He cups your face between his palms, sweeping a thumb over the curve of your cheek. Your brow furrows slightly as you search the sharp planes of his face.

Nanami doesn't know what you see, but your eyes go gentle. He fights the ever-present urge to curl in on himself, to shield that soft-bellied part of him.

(You've scraped so many scars away; you've made his skin tender again.

He's not sure he likes it.)

He draws you close. The kiss he presses against your lips is fleeting, but the next is deeper, hungrier. He slides a hand down your jaw and to your nape, settling his hand firm against your skin. You let out a soft breath. He breathes you in.

When he pulls back, he undoes his sleeve buttons. He can't help the little curve of his lips as your pupils blow wide as he rolls his sleeves high on his forearms, his muscles flexing with it. He almost groans when you track his movements, the tip of your tongue tracing across your lips.

He slows down.

"Kento, don't tease."

The little laugh rumbles deep in his chest. You roll your eyes, a smart comment clearly on the tip of your tongue.

He drops to his knees in front of you.

You suck in a sharp breath.

He traces his fingers over the tops of your thigh highs, careful to not snag his callused fingers on the wispy lace. The fat of your thighs is spilling over it. He slips a finger under one of the garter's straps and snaps it against your skin, watching the way your flesh jiggles.

"You're a menace," he says, snapping it again.

"Says the one who didn't even say hello."

He nips at your inner thigh. "Aren't i saying it now?"

You laugh, reaching down and running a hand through his hair. The soft touch melts through him.

He leans forward and presses a kiss to the crease between your thigh and hip just to hear your breath catch. He runs his hands up your thighs, digging his fingers in. He kneads at them, molds your pliant flesh as a sculptor does clay.

"Ken—"

He presses another kiss to the crease of your thigh, lower this time. You're warm. The scent of your soap still lingers on your skin. He noses against the edge of your panties, tracing his tongue over the silken skin just beneath.

You jolt as he lays a bite on your inner thigh. He smiles against you; from the little smack at his shoulder, you feel it. Nanami pulls back, dragging his fingers over the damp patch of your panties, and his cock thickens at the high whine building in the back of your throat.

"We're gonna be late," you say, but you're gripping his hair, fingers twined deep into the golden strands. It prickles through him.

"I know."

He hooks a big hand under your knee and coaxes it over his shoulder, his other hand settles on the curve of your ass to keep you braced. He can feel the heat of your cunt.

You keen at the first stroke of his tongue over the gusset of your panties. His cock throbs. When he laves over the lace again, he grips at the fat of your thigh to pull you closer. He chases the taste of you until your panties are soaked with his spit and your slick alike, and then he pushes them aside to sink his tongue into your little hole.

The thigh splayed over his shoulder quivers as he eats you out, his nose nudging up against your clit, and he sinks his fingers into the meat of it, hooking one finger through the thin band of the garter belt. The lace of your thigh high rasps against his cheek.

His cock is heavy and aching, twitching with each little moan he pulls from you. He sinks two fingers into you, and your cunt spasms around them.

His name is a litany on your lips, a honeyed flow of devotion. You're trembling against him, your thigh trying to close tight around his head. He crooks his fingers on a sharp thrust and sucks at your clit. You curl over him as you cum, your voice breaking.

Nanami runs a soothing hand over your thigh as you quiver with aftershocks. He traces his fingers over the top of your thigh high, taking in the way it indents your flesh once more.

He slips a thick finger under the lace band. Snaps it lightly against your skin.

He’ll have to buy you more.

#🪴.ask #gray 💐#nanami kento x reader #jjk x reader #not.sfw #nanami smut #nanami x reader #jjk smut #bee writes #bee writes jjk #gray what have you DONE #i'm gonna be thinking about this for the rest of my life

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weareallstoriesintheend · 2 years

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Wicked (Charlie Barber x Reader)

Summary: They say you can be whoever or whatever you want on Halloween - but what if this year you want to dress up as a brat?

Warnings: Smut, Daddy Dom, Pet names, PIV sex, oral sex, use of vibrator, Halloween costumes

Word Count: 5710

Notes: Happy Halloween from me and my co-writer @ladyinwriting18 ❤️😏

Seriously? These were the options?

That’s why you wanted your outfit to be just right, so that you and Charlie could simply enjoy Halloween as adults. However, that seemed impossible with the cheap selection laid out before you.

Starting to lose your patience you wonder if perhaps you needed a different type of costume. That’s when you got the best idea.

You didn’t need a costume. What you needed was lingerie.

If they didn’t have the perfect outfit for your Halloween celebration then no one would.

A week later and it was Halloween. You had been waiting patiently but finally it was time to reveal your surprise.

You reach Charlie’s apartment at a quarter to six, buzzing with excitement and nerves.

‘He’s going to love this!’ You think to yourself smugly, and unlock the front door with your spare key.

A glossy red bag swinging loosely in your grasp as you make your way inside. You practically skip, giddy with the prospect of what you had secured in the bag…. and under your dress.

You squeeze your thighs together. The lace against your flesh is already getting you excited. You needed to find Charlie- now.

You would just have to fix that.

Soon, Charlie Barber would forget all about work and be focused on something much more important...

You.

With Charlie distracted you hurry into the bedroom and hide the last part of your costume under one of his pillows.

You take a quick look in the mirror to check your makeup and hair before slipping on a satin white headband complete with matching bunny ears.

You bite your bottom lip and rock on the balls of your feet, knowing the rest of your “costume” lies under your long-sleeved, maroon coloured dress. The silk fabric of your dress ends right at your knee and is covered in tiny white flowers.

With the plan set you make your way back towards a grumpy looking Charlie. This time you march right up to him and stand in front of him expectantly.

The muscles in Charlie’s shoulders stiffen.

“Come play Daddy.” You whisper knowing you had him right where you wanted him.

“I’m going to have to call you back.” Charlie abruptly hangs up the phone and tosses it onto the dining room table.

You feel his fingertips running along your flesh from your kneecaps to your thighs. His touch leaves a trail of goosebumps.

“What’s all this for, babygirl?” Charlie coos, his earlier irritation seemingly melting away.

“I wanted to surprise you. So I went out and got a very special costume.”

His head cocks to the side, intrigued to know more, “Is that so?”

You nod cutely, “Uh-huh! Happy Halloween, Daddy.”

Deep brown eyes dance in amusement, “And a Happy Halloween to you too, my girl.”

His once light touches quickly turn rough as his fingers grip at your thighs.

“Lets see this costume of yours, hm?” After the pent up frustrations of the day, Charlie was ready to forget himself in you, but you didn’t feel like being a good girl just yet.

You shake your head ‘no’ and take a step back. Just out of his reach.

“No?” Charlie’s brow creases. He’s momentarily at a loss for words. You never told him no.

“What’s gotten into my good girl?” He sounds surprised, but nonetheless holds out his hand for you with a smile, “Come show Daddy.”

You shake your head again, giggling mischievously.

The smile drops from Charlie’s face. “Little one,” He growls, his tone firm. “What did I just say? Come over here… Now.”

He looks at you pointedly, gesturing for you to step forward.

Once more you shake your head, biting back a wide grin. “You'll have to catch your little rabbit.”

“You want me to catch you?”

You answer by taking a few steps back. Charlie rises to the challenge, stepping towards you, testing you.

“Maybe Daddy doesn’t have it in him to catch me.” You whisper teasingly, taking a second step back to see if he’ll follow. Naturally, he does.

He takes another step forward and you take one back. The tension grows between you, tight like a bow string ready to fucking snap.

The look in Charlie’s eyes makes your nipples harden. He didn’t like that you were misbehaving and yet… He wanted more.

Your heart hammers in your chest, you feel like his prey which is exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to fucking devour you.

“Better start running, little rabbit.”

You give a quick look over your shoulder to see Charlie not even bothering to run after you. Totally unphased he gives you a head start before stalking after you.

His footsteps hit heavily upon the floor, letting you hear him gaining on you.

You squeal, squirming in his arms in an attempt to get away. Charlie is unphased and easily pulls you flush against his body, your back to his chest.

“Did you really think you'd escape me so easily, little rabbit?” Comes the low rumble in your ear.

The sound liquefies your insides. Your thighs clench to try and dull the throbbing ache. Charlie grinds himself against you which only increases your squirming.

Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breaths, “No fair! You're so tall- it's cheating!” You pout looking up at him with big eyes.

He tweaks your nipples through your clothes before reaching up to wrap a large hand around your throat. Your movements still and instead your body shudders under the force of his touch.

“But I like tests. I was a great student in school.” You tease while trying to remain calm. You were determined to not give in so easily.

“I'm sure you were such a good little school girl.” He growls and squeezes a little tighter around your neck, “But look at you now... determined to be so very bad.”