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withahappyrefrain · 9 months

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The 5 Times You Flirted With Bob + The 1 Time He Picked Up on It

Summary: You've fallen for your friend and have decided to drop some hints that you're flirting. Unfortunately, Bob doesn't realize that immediately.

Warnings: Language, no y/n, female reader, reader has a callsign (Honey)

Thank you to @dissonannce for this amazing idea. Thank you @acewritesfics for the dividers!

"Your hands are so big."

It took Bob a moment to register that you were in fact, talking to him.

"Oh! Um yeah. My ma made me do piano because she felt I was given the hands for them," Bob wiggled his fingers for extra effect, "Y'know, since they're so long."

Yes, they were quite long. It was one of the first things you noticed about Bob. Well, after you noticed his beautiful blue eyes, his endearing lopsided smile, the way he was so considerate of everyone else, so gentle, and yet there was an underlying confidence about him. He was sure of himself, but he didn't feel the need to brag.

Who could blame you for falling head over heels for him?

You flashed him a smile, hand reaching towards his.

"It's just, your hand is so much bigger than mine. See?" You propped his arm up, allowing your palm to press against his, both your fingers spread out to showcase the difference in size.

"See? My hand is so small compared to yours," You giggled. Bob looked down at your hands. Your breath hitched, your fingers twitching, dying to entwine with his.

"Yeah, there is quite a difference in size," Bob said, giving you that small smile you adored so much. That smile gave you the confidence to entwine your fingers with his.

"I think they fit pretty well together, see?" He wasn't letting go. He was still smiling as he looked down at your hand holding his.

Maybe this was finally it, he'd finally realized that you liked him and would-

"I'm gonna go get some more peanuts, can I get ya anything?"

You mustered up a smile, trying to cover up your disappointment, "I'll take a water. Thanks Robby."

As soon as he left, you shot Jake a dirty look, "Seresin, you said that shit would work!"

Jake, who had been pretending to play a game of pool with Bradley, Javy, and Mickey, put his hands up in defense, "Because it usually does! Everyone knows when a girl compares hand sizes it means she wants you!"

"Everyone but Bob apparently," Javy muttered.

"Maybe you just need to be more obvious?" Mickey suggested.

You sighed. You knew Bob. The last thing you wanted was to be so blunt it would overwhelm him. But at the same time, you two had been doing this whole 'friends but also more than that and I'm pretty sure we're flirting?' for the last month and you were getting annoyed with it how seemed to be going nowhere.

Perhaps Mickey was right. You were going to have to be a bit more obvious.

"Bee? You ready?" Bob called out from your living room. Bob's nickname of your callsign (Honey) always brought a smile to your face, as well as heat to your cheeks.

"Almost! Can I get your thoughts on this top?" You asked as you walked in.

"Yeah, I'm sure you look-oh." Bob's eyes widened as he took in the green top you were wearing.

It was tighter than the shirts you normally wore, highlighting your breasts. The fabric stopped right at the end of your rib cage, showing off your stomach and bringing attention to your high waisted jeans, which according to Jake "did wonders for your ass".

"What do you think?" You clasped your hands together, the action causing your breasts to stick out even further.

"Um the uh, the color is really great on you. B-brings out your eyes," Bob said, his eyes looking everywhere except you.

With the way his cheeks were bright red, it gave you confidence to step forward, your body now inches away from his, "I was hoping it would bring out something else besides my eyes Robby."

"I mean you you look great in everything you wear! So mission accomplished," Bob said quickly, his hands fidgeting with his car keys.

"Anything else you want to say about the outfit Robby? I really value your opinion." You stood on the tips of your toes, bringing your chest closer to Bob's face.

It was the first time since you walked in that his eyes landed on your chest. He cleared his throat, as if he was gathering up the courage to say it.

"You should grab a jacket, it's supposed to go down to the low sixties tonight," He said, turning around to head out the door.

God damn it.

You grabbed your phone, quickly texting the group.

Honey: We need to go to Plan C.

Rooster: Plan C?! You're saying the top didn't work?

Bagman: Dude, your tits were like out.

Rooster: Maybe they weren't out enough?

Coyote: If they were out any more, Honey would be getting a public indecency charge.

Phoenix: Maybe we shouldn't use clothes to express our feelings? Just a thought 🤦🏽

Fanboy: Yeah Nat, that's plan C.

Payback: Can we not blow up the group chat tonight? The finale of Insecure is on.

Your right leg bounced up and down in nervous anticipation, your eyes never leaving the entrance to the Hard Deck.

"You don't think this is too much, is it?" You asked your friends/coworkers.

"Nah, it'll be perfect!" Mickey reassured you.

"You and Bob are going to walk out of here holding hands by the end of the night, guarantee it," Jake commented as he lined up the balls for a round of pool.

It took all your strength not to jump out of your seat when you saw Bob walk in. His iridescent blue eyes scanned the room, landing on you. He always seemed to search for you, which had to be a sign that he wanted more, that he felt the same way as you did.

You greeted him with a smile, patting the empty seat next to him.

"Hey Robby! I got something for you!" You called out.

Bob just smiled as he sat down, "I see you got my signature: water and peanuts. Thanks Bee!"

You giggled, shaking your head, "Yes, but that's not just it. These are for you!"

Bob stared at the bouquet of flowers you were holding out for him.

"For me? These are for me?" He asked, eyes wide as saucers.

"Yes! I was just thinking, like why is giving guys flowers not a thing? Because it totally should be! And no one deserves these flowers more than you Robby," You explained, a hopeful smile adorning your face.

Bob gently took the bouquet, admiring each flower.

"I thought they would go well with your eyes-that's why a most of them are yellow," you explained, trying to hide how nervous you were.

"These are perfect," Bob said before leaning down to smell the flowers.

"Really? Each flower has a different meaning," you began, hoping that by fidgeting with your hands, you'd be able to conceal your nerves.

Bob simply smiled, his face the epitome of saccharine, "Oh, I already know."

Your breath hitched, "You do?"

Bob nodded, "Oh yeah! Alstroemerias symbolize support, sunflowers are for loyalty, and violets stand for intuition!"

He wasn't wrong. You couldn't tell if you were upset by that or the fact that Mickey forgot flowers can have more than one meaning.

Time for Plan D.

"Hey Robby! You ready to watch hot people make poor decisions?"

"Ready as I'll ever-that's new," Bob said softly, taking in the new loungewear you had on for your biweekly Love Island watch.

"Oh this? I think I got it last week," you said as you let Bob into your apartment, "It's super comfy and it has pockets!"

It also was cut low, showing off your cleavage, as well as the tops of your thigh.

"Yeah, the uh, color looks really good on you Bee," Bob commented. The compliment brought a smile to your face. He noticed you, noticed you were wearing something new, and seemed to be noticing your now exposed skin.

"Well, let's go see if these folks gain any common sense," you grabbed his hand, practically beaming at how your hand fit perfectly in his.

"Somehow I doubt it," Bob chuckled.

When he offered to hold the popcorn for while you two watched, you weren't disappointed. Sure, it meant you weren't able to hold his hand. But it did mean you could move closer to him, your thighs practically touching.

"I really hope he doesn't take her back," Bob muttered, his eyes glued to the screen.

"He will. They always do," you sighed, gently moving your head so it rested against one of his broad shoulders.

If your action had any effect on Bob, he didn't show it. Which was the problem.

"I would pick you in the recoupling," You revealed, hoping that would be enough, would finally be enough.

Bob smiled, placing a hand on your knee, "That's kind of you Bee. But I think friendship couples go against the nature of the show."

It took everything in you not to scream.

The rest of the night was just a typical Love Island watch night, no touching, no initiating, no declarations of love, and ending with Bob giving you a friendly hug goodbye.

With a sigh, you flopped onto your bed to check your messages.

Bagman: Bee, please tell us it worked and you're marking sweet love to baby on board

Phoenix: you're disgusting Seresin.

Rooster: why would they stop fucking just to text you Bagman?

Bagman: so we can pop some champagne to celebrate

Fanboy: Why the fuck is would we do that?

Coyote: It's a big event! Bee told Bob how she feels AND Bob's getting laid!

Payback: Can I just get one night of peace? Just one night?

You: No one's doing anything bc it didn't work!

Rooster: Not trying to be rude, but weren't you like almost naked?

Bagman: Like 52% nude.

Phoenix: JFC, we're going to plan E folks.

Coyote: Is that when we just lock them in a closet?

Bagman: No that's plan G

"Hey Bee!"

The cheerful, charming voice always brought a smile to your face.

"Hi Robby!" You greeted him with a hug, the comforting scent of rosemary filling your nostrils, "You smell really nice."

"Oh um thanks," A hand flew to the back of Bob's neck, a nervous (and also adorable) habit, "Wanted to smell nice after doing all those pushups out in the sun."

"Well it worked, you smell great," One of your hands reached up to the nape of his neck, toying with the hair that had curled at the end, "Look great too."

The tops of Bob's cheeks were now a dusty pink, "It's just a white Tshirt."

You took a step forward, placing your hands on his chest, "It's a good look Robby. Shows off your muscles. I like it on you.

Bob's lips parted, then promptly closed.

"Uh, t-thanks Bee." He had to know now that you were flirting with him. It was clear as day.

Feeling confident, your hands trailed down to his, grasping them, "We should dance!"

You didn't wait for Bob to answer, dragging him out to the middle of the floor. The sounds of Bradley covering Frankie Valli (begrudgingly, as apparently Jerry Lee Lewis was better) filled the bar.

After a few minutes, Bob's shoulders visibly relaxed, a smile spreading across his face. You threw your head back laughing as he bust out a goofy dance move.

Everyone thought Bob was shy, but that wasn't the case. He was observant, determined to get a good read on someone so he knew how to approach the situation accordingly. Once he was comfortable, his personality shined and he was a sweet, goofy man who you adored with all your heart.

The grin you had was so wide, your cheeks were beginning to hurt. But you couldn't stop, not when he was twirling you around.

"Where did you learn to dance like that?" You asked, having to say it into his ear so he could hear your voice above the music.

Bob shrugged, "I come from a big family. When you know you're going to a lot of weddings, knowing how to dance helps. That and my mom made me do cotillion."

"Well, all that practice paid off. You're a great dance partner Robby." You rested your chin against his broad chest, looking up to meet eyes bluer than the ocean.

In that moment, all you could do was focus on him. The way the corner of his eyes creased when he truly smiled, his comforting scent, his pink, thin lips that you were dying to feel on yours.

You wondered if he could hear your heart pounding, if he could feel it since your body was practically on his.

His hands found their way to your arms, gently placing themselves on your biceps. Was this it? It had to be.

So you stood on the tips of your toes, your lips now closer to his. Your eyes began to close as you leaned in to-

"I gotta go. Jake stuck his foot in his mouth again."

This wasn't a lie. But it still didn't dull your disappointment. Nor did it sedate your growing frustration at this whole situation.

Perhaps you didn't need Plan G or H Perhaps it was time to go with your original plan.

The next time you saw Bob was when Nat threw a small get together to celebrate the end of a long week.

He was wearing that damn white Tshirt again. Whenever he brought his cup of water to his mouth, the fabric stretched across his bicep.

Was he doing this on purpose? Did he know? Consciously or not, that you had fallen for him ever since you two first met at training?

Either way, you were tired of this game you had been playing for the past month.

"Are you sure about this?" Natasha asked.

You simply nodded before taking a shot of vodka. A little liquid courage was always nice.

"Nat, he's oblivious. Honestly, I don't know why we didn't do this the first time," Jake commented as he took the shot glass out of your hand.

"Because we didn't expect him to be that oblivious," Mickey countered.

"Well everyone, wish me luck." You walked out of the kitchen to find Bob still sitting on the couch, glass of water in hand.

His eyes met yours and he gave you a smile sweeter than honey. Your legs began to wobble, whether it was from that smile or your nerves, you couldn't say.

You walked over, making a beeline for him. Bob's eyes widened, his fingers gripping his cup. Your gaze was so intense.

"Hey Bee-oh!" Bob froze as you sat down in his lap, your thighs straddling his lithe hips.

"Hey Robby," your hands found his shoulders, fingers toying with the thin cotton fabric of his shirt.

"Uh Bee, there's um, there's a seat right there," Bob weakly pointed to the empty space next to him.

"I don't want that," you leaned forward, your forehead grazing his, "I want you Robby."

His eyes widened once more, as if he just saw an incoming train, "M-me?"

"Yes. Wanted you ever since that first day of training, when you offered me a mint," you told him.

"I uh, you looked sleepy and mint is known to wake you up and," Bob paused, "Did you say since the first day of training?"

You nodded, smiling at how you were able to see him process this information.

"The first day of training?" He repeated.

"Yes Bob, all you did was offer me a mint and smile to make me fall head over heels for ya," your fingers now went up to the back of his neck, twirling the curled ends of his hair, "Been trying to tell you that for the last month."

Bob opened his mouth, then promptly closed it, his brain still processing everything.

"You good Rob-" You never got to finish your sentence, as Bob decided right then was the best time to press his lips against yours.

His lips were soft and tasted faintly of vanilla, no doubt from the chapstick you watched him reapply. His touch was gentle, his thick fingers ghosting over your thighs, trailing up to your waist. Every move, no matter how small, made your heart fluttered.

Being so close to him, you could smell his aftershave, a mix of eucalyptus and sage. It was intoxicating and you wanted to be surrounded by it all the time, wanted to kiss him all the time.

When he broke away for air, you had to hold back a whimper, your lips desperate for more.

"FINALLY!"

You turned your head to find Bradley, along with Mickey, Natasha, Jake, Javy, and Reuben standing by the doorframe, in perfect view of you and Bob.

You smiled and opened your mouth, ready to make a quick remark. But Bob's fingers hooked underneath your chin, turning your head back to meet his lips again.

Unlike the first kiss, this one was bolder. His lips moved against yours with more confidence. Your whole body felt warm, as if you were floating. His hands now cupped your jawline, which is how you learned that Bob's hands practically covered your whole neck, a discovery that sent you reeling.

Your hands trailed up to his head, desperate to feel his sun kissed locks, desperate to find out if they were as soft as they looked. But just before you could, Bob broke away.

"What?" Anxiety came rushing back, dragging you away from Cloud Nine, your previous location. Did he regret it?

"Let's go."

He moved your body to the empty space on the couch, quickly getting up. You took his hands, allowing him to help you get up. You held onto one hand as he led you to the front door.

"Bob! What are you doing with my backseater?" Javy called out.

"Making up for lost time!"

Maybe you should be a little embarrassed. But how could you? You had finally kissed the man of your dreams, he kissed you back. He wanted to leave with you.

The sounds of the house party fainted, becoming soft background noise as you went outside.

Bob stopped, turning around to face you. Before you could get out a sound, his lips were on you again. His hands pulled your body to his, closing the gap in-between.

You couldn't help but moan when you felt his tongue slide against your bottom lip, immediately granting him entrance. You could hear Bob's breath hitch, his hands roaming across your body, touching your soft skin.

Abruptly, he pulled away, leaving you desperate for more.

"Why do you keep doing that?!"

"I...." His face was flushed, "I meant to ask you if if you drove yourself here. But you looked so kissable. You still do, God I just wanna kiss you again."

"I'm not stopping you Robby," you grinned, stepping towards him, "I'm not stopping you at all."

"Oh don't tell me that darlin'" his Midwestern upbringing laced his words. You always loved his accent, having found it not just unique but also comforting.

Somehow, despite his lips pressed against yours, Bob was able to walk you back to his car, your back meeting the cool metal.

His broad body draped over yours, his tongue frantically exploring your mouth. Your fingers reached up, grasping his hair. It was soft and much thicker than you expected.

What else was there about Bob you had yet to learn? What kind of toothpaste he used, if he drank tea or coffee in the morning. Did he fall asleep to rain sounds or silence? How many pillows were on his bed?

You wanted to know everything.

But right now, you just wanted to kiss Bob.

Your fingers tugged on his hair in an attempt to pull him closer to you. Despite his chest being pressed against yours, it wasn't enough. You wanted all of him.

"We should get in the car," He said, voice breathless. With the way his chest was rising, one would think he had just ran ten miles.

Bob began moving towards the driver's side of his truck, but he stopped, turning back to you.

"I want to take you home," He stated. It sounded like a confession with the way guilt laced his eyes.

"I would love that Robby."

Instead, he just shook his head, "But I shouldn't because you deserve more than that. You deserve a nice date, like that Italian restaurant we always pass when we go to Bradley's. You deserve that and flowers and a lovely dinner with candles and wine that's older than both of us-"

You cut him off by gently pecking his lips, "It's okay Bob. You could take me to that diner up the room from your place tomorrow morning and I'd be elated because I would be with you."

He shook his head, clearly torn between continuing to talk and continuing to kiss you, "But....it's the least I should do. I mean, after all the hints you were dropping. I thought you were just being friendly and-"

"What friend asks another friend to look at their chest?" You asked incredulously.

"I thought maybe we were just really close! That you were really comfortable around me, which is why I didn't think anything regarding what you wore when we watched Love Island. I mean," his face reddened, "I did think about it. Um I thought about it a lot and if you ever want to wear it again, I would not mind-"

"Bob," you stepped forward, placing your hands on his chest.

"I mean, you got me Violets! Those mean loyalty and devotion, as well as delicate love! And believe me I wanted to kiss you at the Hard Deck, but that is entirely Jake's fault-"

"As most things are."

"And looking back it was so obvious and I can't believe I didn't pick up on it," He paused, "Sorry, I I had to get that out. I can take you home or back to my place, whatever you want."

You giggled, delighted by his ramblings. You wanted to hear more of it.

"And now I just want to kiss you. Like all the time," He confessed, his lips moving closer to yours.

"Robby, get in the car," you instructed.

"Oh, um, okay," Bob unlocked his car, moving towards the driver seat.

"No Bob. Get in the back of the car," you instructed.

Bob's brows knitted together in confusion, "But then how will I drive-oh!"

Who knows if you were going to make it back to his place or yours. All you cared about was getting your lips and hands back on Bob Floyd.

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lil-quinnie · 4 months

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If he die, he die.

Warning +18 sitting on Eddie's face, fingering, oral (f reciving), male masturbation, angst, smut

Summary college au You and Eddie have a friendship with benefits, he always made it clear that it wouldn't go beyond that, but would it?

F!boy Eddie x Plus size reader

“C’mon baby, I need it” Eddie begged you again. It’s getting boring with all his insistence on that. Of course you wanna satisfy all the little fantasies in Eddie’s head, but this one, specifically this one, made you shiver just imagining.

“Jesus Eddie, I already told you no” you rolled your eyes while Eddie followed you through the corridors of the college “I don’t think I can’t do it” you shout- whisper back to him.

“But you can try you know… with me, I mean”

You push past the exit door, looking for the first free spot you could sit and smoke a little before going back to your classes “Shut up! Are you gonna give up on this one day?”

“Not a chance,” he said, his lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear, his velvet voice invading your soul, causing tickles behind your ear, he continue, “I can tell you are stressed” His big hands were giving your shoulders a strong squeeze, “look how tense you are, you can come to my room later and I’ll help you with that babygirl”. His smirk grew bigger when he noticed your thighs clenching together, “see ya round” and he left.

That same night you knocked at his dorm room, which he opened almost immediately revealing a cocky smile on his face, hair in a low bun and shirtless, “of course” you thought. He only nodded with his head, giving you space to enter the room like all the other times you knocked at his door for the same sadistic reason.

It don’t took long for him have you naked and pinned down his bed, his tongue buried in your warm pussy “fuck princess, sweetest pussy I ever had” he said muffled. Your hands in his locks, bringing his face impossible closer to you core, grinding and moaning like nobody else ever made you do it.

He turned you into a needy slut and he needed you this way.

He started to lap your pussy so soft you didn’t feel it at first, you held your body still,while he painfully, so fucking slowly, sucked at your sore nub.

He yanked your hands off him every time you tried to hold his head where you needed him most. “More Eddie, please I need more” you cried at the high of your frustration, he is usually mean with you, but always gave you a fucking mindblowing orgasm…

Today, otherwise, he was leading you until the edge of your limit “I need you, please, I want to cum Eddie”.

He lifted his head, his glistening chin shining through the dim-light of his room.

He laughed through his nose “Poor baby” his hands traveled through your plush tights ‘till your soft tummy, avoiding your dripping pussy “Nobody had touched this tight pussy, huh?”

Yeah!

All the guys who had asked you out, mysteriously gave up some hours later, So yes!!!, nobody had touched your pussy in a long time. Eddie thinks it's cute how you are clueless of what he was doing over your back. He could fuck whoever he wants, of course he could, but you? “oh! fuck no.” You were too good for them, whoever it was, you were just too good.

“Please…” it was a mere whisper between the wet noises of Eddie’s lips around your swollen clit.

“Sit on my face” he gave a last kiss at your clit “make yourself cum in my face pretty girl”

Eddie took your lack of answer as a yes, and before you could say anything, he was pushing your leg over his naked chest, your exposed pussy so close of his mouth, he salivated

“Eddie I…” his hands hold a strong grip on your thighs, leaving purple digits on your skin, pushing you further to his face “I am not asking anymore”.

His voice was darker, you could only nod timidly, he rolled his tattooed back on the mattress while liking his lips, his eyes drinking for all your naked body “the best sit of the house for my favourite girl” fuck he shouldn’t had said that, but right now he was to lost in your dripping pussy to care.

You shyly swung your leg over his head, positioning your pussy in the center of the insistent boy's face, his large calloused hands slid across the skin of your thick thighs until his fingers sank into the flesh of your hips. "That's it, it wasn't that difficult was it, pretty girl?" he placed kisses on the inside of your thighs between the pauses in his words, Eddie didn't wait long to attack your pussy, he gathered all your juices on his tongue before trying to fuck your thight hole If it had been at another time, in another position, you were sure you would have liked it already.

The pain started to radiate through your knee as you tried to hold all your weight while Eddie tried to pull you closer and closer to his mouth "babe... what are you doing?" he asked, adjusting himself between your legs so he could look at you, “are you okay?”

You thought about opening the bedroom door and running out or even jumping out the window, if it weren't for the lack of clothes "I...I don't know if that's a good idea Eddie, I'm..." the boy's eyebrows came together, you didn't know if he was confused or angry at your words "what? you are what?"

On impulse, you tried to cover your naked body with your arms, sitting next to him on the bed "I'm FAT" bringing one of his pillows to your lap " ‘m not just like the other girls you usually bring here Eddie, I can't sit on your face without killing you" you said surgically.

He rested his body on his elbows leveling his gaze with yours "though you were a virgo baby" he said trying to cheer up your mood, which had the opposite effect on you "idiot" you said as you got up from the bed

"Come on, love! I'm sorry, I was just messing with you", he said as he guided you by your wrists back to the bed, his fingers were light on your skin "Do you want to talk about it?" His big eyes were staring at your naked body, his tongue involuntarily moistening the lips that were just now so close to your sweet pussy, reminding you of your vulnerable state, covering your body with your arms crossed, shaking your head negatively.

"You know, I wouldn't ask you if I thought I couldn't handle it" he began meekly as he kissed the length of your arm up to your neck, worshiping your stomach with his free hand, teasing your nipple in the process "I want to feel the full weight of your thighs around my face, baby"

His lips sucking bruises on your neck, you were already clenching your thighs "Can you do this for me, baby?" he started to push himself back onto the bed pulling you with him, making you straddle his lap again.

He never broke eye contact, not once, which made your excitement almost run down your legs. "I don't care if you choke me with that pretty pussy of yours."

His thumb began to tease your clit, making you seek more friction, moaning like a needy slut, "Sit on my face, pretty girl, if I die, I die."

you couldn't take it anymore "if he dies...he dies" that was what you had in your head when, without thinking, you sat on his face, with all your weight. The first thing you felt was his nose meeting with your clit, making a shiver down your spine. Eddie's strong hands held firmly on your thighs, holding you in the position he wanted more, against his face.

His tongue explored all your pussy, fucking your hole calmly, feeling the taste of all your juices. You rode his face, holding his hair between your fingers to keep you balanced as you rubbed your pussy in Eddie's beautiful face.

Eddie sucked your clicks fervently, sliding his tongue inside you, every time you wiggled in his face. His muffled moans were taking you to the limit until he turned you to the bed without any prior explanation. Before you managed to protest, Eddie started explaining himself as he opened your legs exposing your wet pussy to him, lying on his belly, kissing the inside of your thigh in the process "Fuck, your pussy is so damn good" Kissing your lips lightly.

"Please, Eddie" he has you begging even without knowing what for.

“shhh! sweet Girl, I'm going to take care of you" you started to feel Eddie's fingers teasing your clit with small circles, the first digit easily entered inside you, massaging that spongy place that made your eyes roll "but before I have to ... " his words were cut by the noise of his zipper opening "I'm hard as fuck, almost cumming…fuck" his second finger came in more difficult "so tight, just for me"

He fucked your pussy with his fingers and sucked your clit like a hungry man while masturbating. The moans were mixed with the song playing in the back of the room, Eddie could feel you throbbing on his fingers, which brought a mischievous smile to the boy's lips. "Cum for me princess, that’s it, good fucking girl"

By the shaking voice, you knew he was close too, what made you hump your pussy against his face more vigorously, his fingers did not slow the rhythm as they hit the right place inside your already puffy cunt, you felt your orgasm washing you while Eddie's hoarse voice was guiding you for him. "So good for me, I missed you ... I missed this pussy so much" he finished the sentence painting your belly with the white strings of his come.

Eddie's sweaty body lay next to yours, a satisfied smile between his swollen, pink lips. "That was..." he started the sentence and you cut him off in the middle with your loud laugh, "Yeah...that was" you replied, already showing signs of getting up from the bed

"Stay" he said, holding your arm and stroking it with his thumb "at least a little longer, it's been a while you know"

"yeah, yeah ok, maybe we can watch a movie or something" you offered as you put your t-shirt back on, remembering that nothing stopped Eddie from seeing his entire body with the blue light of the tv against his skin

"Yeah, or something" he said with humor in his voice.

You got comfortable in Eddie's bed, next to him, with his scent filling your nose. You knew what your relationship with Eddie was, it was casual. He made it very clear every time that he noticed any sign of feelings you had for him, and despite it hurting, you accepted the conditions he imposed, as long as it didn't get in the way of your friendship.

He intertwined his fingers with yours, placing a kiss on your hand.

"I missed you this week, you disappeared" he whispered in his ear, "Exam week, sorry" you whispered back but he didn't buy that excuse

"I mean it" he said "I even looked for you but Steve said you were busy every time I asked" you could feel the tone of jealousy in the voice of the man who looked at you as if asking for an explanation "yes, I was… I was helping Steve study and it took a lot of time out of my day, that's all"

"So choosing Stevie over me?" he said, teasing you and poking your body, trying to tickle you "NOOO" you laughed loudly and tried to get away from the boy's embrace while the game was cut off with three loud knocks on the door.

"Shit" Eddie said, as he got out of bed trying to put his pants back on, he couldn't even open the door properly when two skinny arms pulled his head in for a hot kiss.

Eddie let himself be carried away by the kiss for too long, as you got up from the bed and gathered your things to leave the room, knowing full well that that lump in your throat had been caused by you.

Before you could put it all together, her voice invaded your ears "I came to save you when I found out who you were with", the girl said loudly, looking you up and down with that look of disdain.

You passed by the two like lightning, not waiting for Eddie's response, rushing down the hallway only stopping walking when his voice was no longer heard, you could no longer hold back the tears contained in your eyes when his head went encountering something hard

“Fucking hell” you said With your hand on your forehead, you saw Steve's broad back before hugging him and starting to cry. He didn't ask any questions, he just hugged you back as you calmed down, stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings until he got a smile from you, guiding you away from his and Eddie's dorm.

A scene that did not go unnoticed by a jealous Eddie.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #f!boy eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 6 months

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(simon is originally like 6'4-6'5 but i made him about 6'10 for this hehe)

(size difference part 1)

older!ghost x inexperienced!reader where there is a big size/height difference between the two of you. you two have been dating for five months already and more than anything you both want to have sex with each other but ghost is hesitant.

one night you two were indulging in a heavy makeout session. you were seated in his lap, his scent hugging your body like his big arms wrapping around you as he pawed at u. tongues licking and and mouths sucking at each other. u felt warm n mushy on the inside, ur core throbbing as u pressed down onto his clothed, hard cock that made you shiver. if you were to look at yourself in the mirror your hair would be messy from simon's large hands running through your locks, lips kiss-bruised and hickeys littering your neck.

you kiss him before pulling away, blushing at the way the older man tries to follow your lips with his before he opens his eyes, running his strong, tattooed hands along your back then the sides of your torso.

"s-simon?" you squeak out, your small hands gently gripping onto his biceps.

simon gently kisses your lips, a small grunt sounding from his when you move forward on his erection accidentally. "yes?"

his deep, gruff voice makes you tremble with want.

your back arches a bit as he moves you even closer to him on his lap, giving you a slow, sloppy kiss as you whine softly.

"i-i--" you have a difficult time finding your words as simon squeezes your hips then smooths over the slight sting with his palm. he kisses you again, humming in acknowledgement. butterflies swarm your whole entire body--all the way to your fingertips.

he was so...big. you needed him so badly. you could feel your cunt sopping and thrumming with desire.

"'m ready.." you whisper against his lips.

"ready for...?" he asks, kissing from your lips to the corner of ur mouth down to your neck before suckingly firmly. you weave your manicured fingers through his soft hair as he sucks, his arms wrapped around your lower back bringing you closer to him as you whimper.

you swallow, biting your lower lip--eyebrows pinched upwards as ur brain gets more fuzzy. simon kisses his way back up to your lips, ur hips subtely dragging slowly on his meaty thighs and lap.

"w-want u.." u blush. you felt so flustered talking about wanting to have sex with him. or wanting to have sex in general. it took six weeks for you to feel comfortable making out with him. not because you were afraid of him, but because you had never done anything like that with anyone before.

"baby.." he kisses the corner of your mouth gently before pulling away from your lips a bit. his voice is soft and so sweet, your body feeling warmer. his left hand combs through your hair. "haven't even got ya prepared, yet.." u lean forward, pressing your lips to his before pulling away slightly.

"what do ya mean?" you ask, confusion lacing your features.

simon can tell he's gonna need to spell it out for you in order for you to get what he's saying.

"well, it's just that," he thinks for a second, running his thumb against the fat of your lower lip. "y'know, 'm a lot bigger than you.."

you blush.

your height difference was something you fucking loved. he was about 6'10 and you were..well, no where near that.

you lace your fingers with his, watching how his hand dwarfs yours completely. you kiss his knuckle gently.

"'s okay if you don't wanna do it with me.." your words are sad, and far, far, far from the truth.

he's been fantansizing about fucking you since he met you. the way he would make you feel better than anyone else has ever made you feel. he wanted to treat you right. fuck you until you saw stars, the moon, and everything above.

"aw, princess.." he kisses you again. "y'know that's not true..wanna be with you.. wanna be inside ya so fucking badly," his words make you feel hot. "just that, well, you're the smallest 've ever been with..don't wanna hurt ya."

you slowly kiss him, ur body trembling slightly. "don't care if you hurt me, j-just want you, please.."

the only thing you two had done was kiss and dry hump until you got too embarrassed to finish (simon didn't have that problem).

simon chuckles against your lips, moving so your below him on the bed. "well, i care, sweet girl..want you to feel good," he thinks for a moment, and you kitten lick his lips before massaging your tongues together. "maybe we could do somethin' else for right now if you're okay with it. get you ready.." he kisses from your mouth down to your neck, sucking. he shifts his position a bit. your thighs open a bit automatically.

he raises your shirt from your belly right before leaving small, soft, kisses on your skin. you giggle rubbing your right, sock-cladded calf along the side of his body bashfully. simon smiles, his hands running along the sides of your torso.

"want me to eat this pretty pussy? been thinkin' about tastin' you since i saw ya."

his blunt words and deep drawl make your bottom lip find its way sucked into your mouth right before you gently chew on it.

"hm?" he asks again, dragging your shirt up and off your body, leaving you in a cute pink bra, your thigh high socks on along with your navy blue pleated skirt and matching pink underwear with a tiny bow at the top.

you nod, grabbing a hold of your pink stuffed rabbit ghost bought for you one day when you were sad.

"y-yes please.."

"yeah?" he smirks a bit, and you can feel how your whole body buzzes with want.

you've never wanted someone more. your brain goes numb.

simon sees how you tug onto your bra, trying to almost rip it off. he can see the way your mind so badly wants to shut off.

"'s okay, love, i gotcha.." he lifts your back up a bit, snapping your bra off as your tits fall out, nipples hard and aching to be touched.

simon was normally an ass man, but god, he loved the way you trembled when he ran his fingers over your pert nipples, rubbing his thumbs on them as you whine and whimper.

"p-pretty please, si, need you.." your voice was soft, eyes closed as u practically drooled onto your stuffie.

"always so good," he murmurs, dragging your skirt down. his eyes fall to the big wet patch on your panties as you whine. he runs his thumb over it before getting too greedy and dragging them down your legs, discarding them on the ground.

fuck, you look so beautiful.

"gonna fuck this pretty cunt one day, sweetie..jus' gotta getcha ready, mk?"

you nod, watching the way simon's back and shoulders flex as he blows a small gust of air from his lips onto your fat button.

you whine loudly, your hips twitching.

"shh.." he shushes, kissing the insides of your thighs.

he plants a small kiss on your cunt, and you whine again.

"behave, princess..gotta take my time. been dreamin' about this."

his eyes pool with a dark shadow of lust as he slowly licks his way from the bottom of your wet cunt up to your clit, circling his tongue as you moan softly.

his hands make their way up to your breasts as they tug and pull on your pebbled nipples, your mouth dropping open as you feel overwhelmed with want.

you gently hump against his mouth as he fucks his tongue into you, squirming a bit as he opens your thighs wider, his right hand petting your socked knee.

he takes your stuffie from your hands, rubbing your nipples with its fur as he suckles on your clit, slobbering onto your cunt, your wetness dripping onto his bed.

lewd, wet sounds fill the air as your cunt pounds-- small gasps bouncing off of the walls as your moans get higher and more needy. simon's mouth harshly sucking on your engorged button, grappeling at your tits before you suddenly gush into his mouth, rubbing against his face as you cry, coming down as your boyfriend drinks down your nectar.

your brain is all mushy, all you can think about is what he's gonna do next..right before simon's arms engulf your body as he kisses you gently, sleep taking you under.

#simon riley smut #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #simon 'ghost' riley x innocent!reader #ghost mw2 #call of duty #ghost x inexperienced!reader #size difference #older!ghost #older!simon riley #older!simon 'ghost' riley #innocent!reader #inexperienced!reader #girly!reader #smut

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pandoraslxna · 7 months

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⋆｡° ✮ minors dni 🔞

⋆｡° ✮ Kinktober masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: belly bulge, size difference, praise

⋆｡° ✮ adult Neteyam art was made by the amazing @cinetrix 🩵

Neteyam has always been obsessed with you.

Obsessed with the way you keep up, how you make yourself fit in, how fast you learn. The way your fragile body climbs almost as high as any omatikaya can, how fast you can run with such short legs, how good of a hunter you’ve become during the months of his training. Obsessed with the way you carry yourself, like you’re one of the people, born here where your heart belongs. Obsessed with the way you treat others, sweet and kind and lovingly, always so caring.

And most of all, obsessed with the way your tiny little cunt can swallow his cock all the way down to the base, until a not so small bulge appears on your lower stomach, where your body struggles to make him fit.

Neteyam is obsessed with how stubborn you are, how your brows are knit together in concentration as you lower yourself onto his length. Another inch of him slides into you, your mouth slightly agape as you collect your breathing, and he can’t help but smile, with his eyes entirely fixed on the bulge of your tummy.

"I‘m so proud of you, little one", he says softly. His hand moves from your thigh to your stomach, his palm caressing the place where your body gives way to make room for his size. "It’s halfway in and you’re doing so well. Look how perfect you are. You really are made to take me."

A soft laugh leaves your parted lips, as a small droplet of sweat rolls down your temples. You‘d doubt that, but you’re not in the mood nor are you capable to argue with him over this right now. Besides, you already know Neteyam would never agree that you aren’t his perfect little human and that you weren’t actually made to take his cock in all of your holes. Those are facts not even eywa could convince him to let go off. So you let him. And maybe he’s right.

Bracing yourself with your arms on his chest, another inch of his never ending cock sinks into you. The slide is smooth and fluid, arousal and specific oils used as lubricants helping you take what you thought wasn’t even humanly possible.

"Such a good girl, so good for me", Neteyam coos, and his praise slowly begins to add to the warmth spreading in your belly.

Lifting yourself up, you let his cock drag over your soft, spongey inner walls until only the tip of him rests inside you. There’s little to no resistance once you lower yourself onto him again, and you push down, down, down, until your clit kisses his pubic bone and you’re flush with one another, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle.

You feel full. So incredibly full.

Instinctively, your own hands reach for your tummy, laying both of your soft palms over Neteyams bigger one to pet over the prominent bulge.

"Feel how deep inside you I am?", Neteyam smiles, "I‘m all the way up here, see?"

He then gently presses down where the tip of his cock is nestled inside you, and your eyes roll nearly all the way back into your head. A desperate little whimper escapes you, once his hands wander from your stomach to the backside of your thighs, where he lifts you up and slowly lowers you again. He repeats the same motion a couple of times, before his pace grows quicker.

"M-More, please", you whine, before your arms encircle his neck and you bury your face into the space of his shoulder.

"Can you take it?", he asks, half teasing and half of actual concern. Instead of a verbal response, you put some strength into your trembling thighs to take the lead for a few harsh thrusts, making him groan deeply as you bounce on his cock.

Yes, Neteyam is obsessed with you.

Obsessed with the way you can take his cock all the way down to the base. Obsessed with the way your body can adjust to his size so he can thrust into you without holding back. And he’s obsessed with the way you bring a grown Na’vi warrior and future olo’eyktan to his knees, by using your tight, delicate human body like you’re his personal little cock sleeve. He’s obsessed with the way you still manage to bounce on him like it’s nothing, even though your whole body is trembling with desperation and oversensitivity.

Neteyam is obsessed with you and it’s justified, because you got him wrapped around your pretty finger and there’s no place he’d rather be as buried deep in his favorite little human.

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angelltheninth · 7 months

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Rough Interrogation Session with Wriothesley

Pairing: Wriothesley x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dub-con, rough sex, creampie, handcuffs, getting captured, enemies who fuck, body betrayal, aftercare, kissing, clit stimulation, pregnancy mention, degradation, name calling, size kink

A/N: I... yeah... uhm... I have needs and he can fulfill them.

Wriothesley was never gentle with you when you crossed paths and it was how you preferred it. You never wanted him to go easy on you because you were sure you would never break, even if captured, no matter what he did to get the truth out of you. You were ready for yelling, arguments, teasing him and getting his cock hard with your words alone just like always but you never expected him to do anything about it. He never did, but he seemed more then fed up with you now.

"Think I'm gonna tolerate a disrespectful little bitch? You've had it easy for long enough sweetheart, now you need to be honest with me. And if you my words won't convince you then maybe I can fuck it out of you. Or your brains out. Which ever is first."

The handcuffs were cold, hard and impossible to break out of, binding your hands behind the interrogation chair, leaving you with no way to stop him from spreading your legs. With the way your heart beat against your chest you were sure you were gonna pass out before you felt his dick. Such a shame because you wanted it since you saw him, since you first ran from him. It was a lot bigger then you thought, enough to split you open if he wasn't careful, and Wriothesley didn't look like he was in the careful mood. Your panties ripped to shreds you had no way of covering up the fact that your pussy drooled for him and the anticipation of his cock. It was shameful, the feeling settled in your cheeks, in your chest but it also made you wetter.

"Show a whore a cock and she folds right away. So predictable. Nu-uh, no use trying to hide it, you dry humped me more then once while we were fighting. Now you finally get what you want, your punishment for not collaborating. Fact is, you could have made this easy, you could have told me what I wanted to know, but no, you have to be a little slut, you have to get fucked by me. It's what you secretly needed all this time."

Like you thought, he's not gentle, he's not caring, his cock balls deep inside you, his hands leaving imprints on your legs. With the strength he was thrusting into you it was wonder that the chair didn't break. It was either the chair or you. He didn't care which one it was honestly, because regardless you wouldn't be able to get away. This was a different kind of intensity from him then you're used to, you could slowly feel your mind going blank, pussy squeezing around him and at the same time hating how much you wondered what it would be like to be filled with cum. Wriothesley's cum, inside you, stuffing you full. No, you couldn't, you shouldn't bend to his will, you couldn't let him win this.

"No? No? Why are you lying to yourself? Telling my no but squeezing me with that tight little hole. Stop denying it, you want to be my cumslut don't you? Every time I thrust your cunt gets tighter, it doesn't want my cock to leave. Quit being stubborn when your body, your mind, your heart and your cunt keep saying yes, yes, yes, fuck!"

You had the urge to lock your legs closed but his body was in the way, so instead it made it seem like you were pulling him closer. You hated to admit it but you were, you wanted him closer despite everything and he obliged. Almost too softly he pressed his lips against yours as he moved his cock in and out, the tip never getting all the way out but that way okay, you didn't want him to. And that right there, that realization made you whimper for him. So embarrassing, how easy it was for him to make you come. Wriothesley leaned his forehead against yours, hands moving up and down your legs before his fingers pressed against your clit, your hips reacting on their own, grinding as best as you could.

"Not saying no anymore are you? Thought so. I'm not done yet. I'm not gonna be done until you're nice and full. Oh, you though I would let you go already? No, I'm gonna take you home after this, I'll make you mine, and only after this pretty belly is round and pregnant will I send you crawling back to your lackies so they can see you spend months with my cock inside of you."

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eufezco · 1 year

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BACK TO YOU — CHISHIYA X FEM!READER

MAJOR AIB SPOILERS !!

SUMMARY — you win the games and wake up in the hospital. remembering everything that happened in the borderlands and not knowing if chishiya made it.

your mouth was dry and it tasted like blood. your eyes opened slowly, getting used to the bright lights of the hospital room and you hissed when your hand landed on your temples. you had some cuts on your face, covered with gauzes and medical tapes, and some bruises too, especially around your eyes and on your cheekbones.

you looked around the room and you could see your mom's purse next to your bed, but she wasn't in the room. somethings never change, not even when you are at the hospital after having been dead for a few seconds. once you tried to sit on the bed, you felt a stabbing pain in your lower abdomen and then on your forearm. your hand went directly where it hurt in your belly and you realized that you were wearing a bigger gauze there and another of the same size on your arm, and at that moment a wave of memories hit you making you feel dizzy. the beach. the next level. the king of spades. chishiya.

chishiya.

you gasped and forced yourself to remember when was the last time that you saw him. niragi's gun was pointing at you when he suddenly stepped in the middle of your body and the bullet with your name written in it.

"why would you do it?" you asked him with tears in your eyes. chishiya just showed you a smirk. you told him that he needed to resist, that there were only two games left and everything will be over. a little smile remained on chishiya’s lips as he nodded slowly. he knew that by the time you completed the games he wouldn't be there. you wanted to stay by his side but usagi and arisu dragged you out of there when the zeppelin of the king of spades appeared.

the last thing you remember from that day was lying next to kuina and ann on the cold ground. your back hurt and your wounds didn't stop bleeding as you watched the fireworks and listened to what you were being asked. "i decline." you finally answered, with tears in the corners of your eyes.

you got up from the hospital bed and noticed that you were sharing a room with someone else. that someone in the room with you was separated from your side with a curtain. with small steps and with a hand on your belly, right where your wound was, you approached the curtain, and being extremely careful, you had a quick peek to the other side. you took a sharp breath after you recognized the boy on the other side. his thick brown hair was stuck to his forehead, and just like you, he had some gauzes on his face. he gave a small jump on the bed when he noticed that someone was staring at him from a small opening in the curtain, but his frown relaxed once he recognized you.

"y/n?" he asked, still a bit confused.

"arisu." you removed the curtain completely and his eyes opened wide. he removed the blanket from himself and turned his body to let his legs hang from the bed, ready to get up from the moment he saw you. you were quicker than him and hugged him, maybe a little too hard because you both hissed when your bodies collided. you stayed like that for a few seconds more and then he asked you if you were okay, and how long had been since you woke up.

"a minute?" you asked him. your head hurt. "everything- everything happened in a minute. all the games, all the deaths? in a minute?"

arisu nodded. you gulped. all the things you lived with chishiya happened in sixty seconds. you felt like you could throw up. you shook your head and decided to talk about anything else. "did usagi make it?"

"yes. she was with me when we finished the last game."

you nodded, glad to hear that your friend was alive. "kuina and ann also made it. i think i heard aguni and akane too but i can't remember well."

arisu then understood. you knew that all of your friends made it but not if he did. "i'm sure- i'm sure he's here. i'm sure chishiya got out."

you shook your head with your eyes closed. arisu didn't know that. when the king of spades appeared and him and usagi separated you from chishiya, his white jacket was already soaked in blood. the first bullet hit him in a noncritical area, but the second one, the one that should've got you, went directly into his chest. you didn't need to be a med student to know that that was bad.

"come on. let's go for a walk." arisu got up from the bed and kissed your forehead after noticing how sad your eyes were. you hooked your arm in his. every now and then arisu would stop to check up on you, if you were breathing well, if you were too tired to continue but you assured him every time that you were fine.

you saw aguni in the icu. the doctors that came out of the room were pointing out how that man being alive was practically a medical miracle. akane was on a wheelchair looking at him through the glass. the girl was very pleased to see you both again. she asked about your injuries and she thanked arisu in a subtle way for winning the last game. she didn't know if you were ready to talk openly about what happened. she didn't even know if she was.

you tried to run and arisu had to hold you so you wouldn't fall down the moment that you saw kuina. her face glowed and she had to blink a couple of times to believe her eyes. kuina was kneeling in front of a woman in a wheelchair, a man was standing next to the two of them, and you guessed that they were her parents. she was quick to stand up, her father had to help her to get to you and arisu, and then you hugged her tightly. you were careful though, you saw how bad her injuries were. you remember the king of spades on top of her, stabbing multiple times her stomach, blood coming out of her mouth and you immobile lying on the ground after being shot by him.

"have you seen him? do you know if he made it out?" you held kuina's cheeks. defeated, you let out a sigh after seeing kuina's confused expression. she shook her head to both of your questions. kuina told you that the last time that she saw chishiya was when the king of spades attacked for the first time, and then each of you followed a different path and she never saw him again after that. but when she met arisu again, he said that chishiya was fine.

you slowly turned to look at arisu with raised eyebrows, and the boy just shrugged his shoulders. on second thought, you were sure that arisu didn't do it with bad intentions. you had to explain to her that niragi shot him twice. kuina gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. you told her that the second time niragi was aiming at you but chishiya stood in the middle. that did not come as a surprise to her. she knew him longer than you did. they were already at the beach when you arrived there with arisu and usagi, and as long as she had known him, chishiya had always acted unbothered. he wasn't a big fan of showing affection. he was selfish, arrogant, and really self-centered. but kuina knew that he would take a bullet for you.

she insisted on joining you and arisu on your walk. you three recognized some people who were in the games with you: people from the beach, that kid usagi fought so hard to save, people you tried to kill, and people that tried to kill you.

"excuse me?"

the hospital reception was chaotic, and you barely heard the woman at the other side of the counter humming to your question.

"i'm- i'm looking for someone."

"name?"

you blinked a few times at her sudden question. you played with your fingers nervously. she raised her eyebrows waiting for an answer. "chishiya shuntarō."

you shouldn't have ask. you should have waited for him to find you. what if the woman told you what you didn't want to hear? no. no. no. you should've waited, or had arisu to ask for you. but now you were waiting for that woman to finish typing on the computer and maybe to tell you that he was dea-

"third floor, room 301."

"oh." you said in a sigh. you could feel all your body relaxing, your hands stopped trambling, your legs didn't feel like giving up anymore. but you could also feel your heart beating in your throat, and your chest slowly heaving. the woman raised her eyebrows at you again.

"do you need anything else?"

you gulped, shaking your head softly and coming back to you. "hm?oh. no, thank you."

you turned around and walked towards arisu and kuina, your eyes locked on the floor. your two friends arched their brows worried, by your face both of them expected the worse. kuina could feel that familiar lump that forms in your throat moments before bursting into tears. arisu approached you and his hands gripped your shoulders. your eyes connected with his.

"y/n-"

"he's on the third floor."

arisu sighed in relief. kuina also let out a sigh and she wiped away some tears off her cheeks before you could see her. she approached the woman and asked for an and she told kuina that she was in the operating room, which was also a strong relief.

time passed slowly, and the way to the third floor was the longest you could remember. not when you were walking to the control room with him and kuina, escaping from the militants, not when you were heading to a game, not even when you ran to him after niragi shot him. the elevator was too slow for you.

arisu was checking up on you, kuina was too deep in her thoughts. once the elevator stopped and the doors opened, you gulped and looked at arisu. he nodded for you to be the first one out of the elevator. what you didn't expect was to see chishiya in the middle of the hallway, his body slightly curved and one of his hands pressing his lower abdomen. he was talking to his doctor, probably asking a million questions like why he had put him on that medication instead of the other one, and trying to convince him why the other one was better.

"chishiya."

the boy quickly turned to see who was calling him and his eyes opened wide in surprise. "y/n." chishiya soon forgot about the doctor. one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other one hugged your upper body, resting his hand on the back of your head and pulling you closer to him. he hid his face into the crook of your neck.

it was weird having him in between your arms in the real world. once you two were completely healed you'd go back to your normal life but you'll have each other. you were going to have to get used to his twenty-four hours shift as a doctor, and he was going to get used to hugs and kisses every day. but now, with his arms wrapped around you and after gone through that much, he thought that he could get used to that easily.

"i knew that you would make it." chishiya said with a small smile on his lips. one of his hands pushed your hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear. the other one held your chin up trying to see through the gauzes on your face what type of injuries you had.

arisu and kuina were standing behind you. chishiya shared a glance with both of them. arisu was smirking, kuina was biting her nails with tears in her eyes, probably waiting for her turn to greet her friend but not wanting to separate you. you rested your head on his chest, careful to not touch where he was shot. your lower lip trembled, tears started forming in your eyes.

"i thought that you-"

someone talked before chishiya could. "that could never happen, you know what they say, only the good ones die young."

"you bastard." you looked over chishiya's shoulders and tried to move away from him the moment that you saw niragi at the end of the hallway, approaching the group from behind chishiya. he was quick to hold you tighter against him, to prevent you from hurting yourself even more by hitting niragi.

niragi was smiling. even though half of his body was covered with bandages you could see that disgusting smirk on his lips.

"i'm gonna kill you," you stated. niragi laughed at you. you couldn't see it but chishiya smirked, his arms still hugging you and not letting you part from him.

"it's not that big of a deal, honey. he's is alive and i got to shoot him. we both won."

chishiya could stop you but he didn't have enough arms to stop kuina. the girl passed by your side like a fury. arisu tried to grab her arm but she was mad. her fists were already clenched before she was even close to niragi, and arisu called her name in a last attempt of stopping her. niragi looked down at her with a smile on his lips. he knew what was coming. he had seen that face on kuina before.

her fist closed tighter and with all the strength in her body, she punched niragi. his mouth and nose started bleeding right after but he didn't stop laughing. she had her fist ready again but arisu grabbed her waist from behind pulling her away from him.

"better?" chishiya asked after feeling your breathing slowing down. you nodded and you both looked at kuina kicking in the arms of arisu. chishiya raised his brows looking at the doctors coming to assist niragi. "well, he deserved it." you rolled your eyes at him.

"you have to tell me a lot of things, i guess." chishiya said referring to your bruised face. you nodded, he was going to believe everything that happened between the time he was shot until arisu and usagi won the last game.

"i haven't seen banda and yaba."

chishiya smiled at your innocent. "i'm sure that they are fine but i'm also sure that they decided to stay." you already thought about that. you nodded understanding. what a shame because they were nice to you during the jack of hearts game, and they promised you that you'll see each other again. chishiya knew by your face that you didn't listen when he said that banda was a murderer and yaba was a scammer. people like that could only live freely in the borderlands.

not people like you two tho

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hoesformatt · 4 months

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BUBBLE BUTT

chris smut, if you a freak, who get it, get it + first chris smut

dom!chris • poc!reader (i’m black so, if you mad you can lick my pussy all the way to my ass, all my writing is all inclusive unlike some of y’all hoes and is poc friendly)

contains: there’s alot of dialogue so if you don’t like it… bitch go, pet names (mama, ma, baby), no use of y/n (i find that shit corny i’m sorry), FROM THA BACK BABY, raw/unprotected sex (bitch don’t be silly and wrap that willy fr), spanking, some rough shit, some fingering, yk the whole nine yards

word count: 1.2k (y’all know I put my whole ass riyahussy into this, y’all better chew ts up)

not proofread

“How do we feel about this dress” I jumped out the changing room in the new victoria dress, a matching set with my heels.

Nick clapped in amusement with a smile on his face, “Yes, yes, yes I absolutely love it, get it immediately” He insisted.

“Chris what about you” I asked and paused for a few seconds as he shook himself out the trance he was put in when he saw me walk out.

“I mean… am I supposed to be honest” my expression melted as I awaited on his comment.

“Nick you might wanna close your ears, but you look sexy as fuck”. Nick mouth stretched open then his hands overlapped his lips.

I kind of smiled at his observation, feeling a type of way about it (a good way, if you know what I mean).

“Ok, one, chill the fuck out, two, he’s lowkey right, like shake your shit twin.” Too hyped on Nick’s compliment, I almost forgot what Chris said a moment earlier.

I twerked in mirror, my ass moving like water with ease, as Nick clapped along and so my ass and Nick paused “Thicky Nicky is talking by herself” He laughed and I pulled down the dress and Nick out his stuff in the bag beside him. “I need to go to the bathroom, i’ll be back”

Nick left as I still adored my reflection and so did Chris, his eye wandering along my body around all my curves stopping at my ass.

Taking my photos for a few seconds and then placing my phone down, I really liked the dress but it was small on my hips inching up before I could even wear. Even though it was cute anyways.

“Hey Chris… Chris?” He was hypnotised my hips, he just couldn’t take his eyes off of me before he realised I was looking back at him.

“I’m sorry what were you saying?”

“Should I buy the dress, it’s a little short but, I love it.”

“Get just a size larger”

“There is no size larger and if I did buy a size bigger, i’d look so wrong…” I waited on his reply before glancing back once again. Chris gazed up at me, a certain glow in his eyes i’ve seen in my life.

“I am so, sorry. You just look so fucking good in that dress mama, I can’t help myself” His compliment gave my pussy a heartbeat as I saw him raise up from his seat and sauntered towards me.

His hands found themselves on my ass massaging me, my arousal flowing out the roof. Nick began to knock on the door of change room, his knocks getting louder as he got more irritated.

Chris opened the door for him and he burst into the space without hesitation. “What were you doing in here, fucking?”

“No!” we both screamed at the same time, there was no way Nick was gonna believe that bullshit, but we weren’t even lying.

Chris’ head fell into his hands as I shook mine and I crept back into my stall to change back and pay for the dress.

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Back at my hotel almost 15 minutes away from the triplets house and I wore my new dress, as it fit the same way as it did in the store, I think I loved it even more.

Remembering Chris and his words about the me in the dress made me wet, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. And his dick, I want him in me so fucking bad but my thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

The buzz came in with a voice “open you fucking door immediately” I obviously detected as Chris pulling on a funny imitation. I unlocked my doors as he entered without warning, searching the hotel room for me. He pause to see me in the mirror my back facing him, he took this as an opportunity to check me out but it didn’t do anything but give him a tent in his jeans.

“Back with the dress I see” He smiled at me grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him. I let him hold me within his warmth.

I dragged him to my room which had a mirror for the closet door, staring at the reflections, we looked so cute together. Maybe even actually together. We stood in the position we were in before and I almost wallowed on how perfect we’d be together but my thoughts were interrupted by a hardness growing on my ass.

“You doing good there Chris?” I gaped at him behind me quickly checking him up and down “No I’m not good, look at what you did to me” He takes my hand and places it on his hardness while still keeping eye contact before kissing me; Chris’ pink hot lips meshing between mine pushing his tongue through exploring deep ends of my mouth.

“I need to clap those beautiful cheeks of yours baby”. He bent my back over, my hands connecting themselves to the mirror, my dress already inching up over my hips.

He gently pulled my red lacy panties down to my ankles then lifting me towards him to press my ass on his throbbing cock. “Open your mouth baby” I obeyed his words and he slid his middle and index fingers in-between my lips, quickly taking them out and inserting them into my wet core.

Chris let my hands fall into the mirror as he still played with my cunt, his hands continued to go back and caress my ass slowly.

“Your ass is so sweet and pretty mama, you sure you want this dick” I struggled to come up with a sentence as my head was all fogged up with the satisfaction I was feeling.

He smacked my ass, a sting surrounded the area. “Y-Yes Chris please, p-please put your dick in me”.

He took his fingers out pussy, making me already feel touch deprived for only a few seconds before he aligned his tip to my cunt, pressing his cock into me. Raw. My breaths were already laboured as he began to thrust into me.

His dick twitched in me and Chris slapped my ass making me jolt forward. “Look at yourself, look at how ass moves when I press into you” He pulled my neck up to gaze up at myself in the mirror, my eyes were flickering close.

“Harder Chris, harder” His dick just felt so good in me I couldn’t help myself, I sensed the rush flow throughout my body as he abused my pussy, my wetness creating lubrication.

I felt his length come out slowly, and slide back into me roughly causing me thrust forward. My pussy tightened around his pulsating cock, “Fuck yeah baby, you’re so tight”.

My orgasm was charging through me as I didn’t do anything moan. The moans stringing out my mouth it didn’t help that Chris was low beside me putting his hands on mine intwining our fingers hearing him groan in my ear.

“I’m cumming Chris, I-I’m gonna— F-Fuck”. I finally felt my high as Chris continued to do his final thrusts and he pulled out to cum on my back. Trying to stand straight as I was catching my breath. Chris helped me walk towards my bed as my legs could barely hold themselves up.

“I don’t even think i’m done yet mama”

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arsonyarn · 1 year

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𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍: 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 ➳ itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento, gojou satoru

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 ➳ nsfw content ; aged up!itadori yuuji and fushiguro megumi ; short drabbles ; foul language ; top!reader ; praise kink ; belly bulge ; size difference ; food play ; master kink ; breeding ; name calling ; degradation if you squint

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 ➳ i came up with this thinking about what specific kink will they have. this was very fun to write.

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !! (ageless blogs & no pronouns will be blocked)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙸 𝚈𝚄𝚄𝙹𝙸 ━━━━ 𝙿𝚁𝙰𝙸𝚂𝙴 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙺

Fucking Yuuji have always felt good, no matter when or where you are it doesn’t matter. He was so easy to overstimulate and loved being treated like a precious treasure by you, which is why he’s obedient oftentimes, not hesitating to follow all of the things you command him just to hear those perfectly shaped lips whisper soft praises on his ear.

“Does it feel good, baby?” You asked while rolling your hips to thrust your cock inside him nice and slow, making his body quiver with pleasure.

“Y-yes— ahH! It feels— mhm... s-so good...” Yuuji admits wholeheartedly, throwing his head back as another sinful moan leave his lips. You smirked in safisfaction and fasten your pace, going down to meet his lips in a heated kiss before leaning over to his ear, “That’s it, my sweet Yuuji. Such a good boy for me to fuck and ruin.”

His walls immediately tighten around you at the praise as he moaned louder while arching his back and throwing his head back on the pillow. You take this as an opportunity to thrust even faster, hearing his moans get louder and more high-pitched everytime your balls slap against his ass.

“Oh—! Oh my god...! AgHhh! (Y/n), f-uck!” Yuuji gripped the bedsheets until his knuckles turned white, trying very hard not to get lost in pleasure with your cock abusing his prostate unmercifully.

You licked your lips at the sight of him struggling to stay in his right mind.

“You take me in so well, Yuuji. Do you see it?” Instructing him to look down, he watches as your cock disappear into his hole again and again as you thrust forward and backward. The sight made him clench around you again, ripping a groan out of your throat.

“It looks very sinful and tempting, don’t you think? Fuck, you make me feel so fuckin’ good, baby. ’m so lucky to have you.”

As soon as those words left your lips, Yuuji’s body spasms as if something snapped inside him, and a thread of white seeds shoot out from his cock with the most lewdest moans you’ve ever heard leaving his mouth, back arching and eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Raising your brows taken aback a bit, you licked your lips and a small chuckle erupts from your throat.

“Yuuji... Did you just cum by my praise?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝙵𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙶𝚄𝚁𝙾 𝙼𝙴𝙶𝚄𝙼𝙸 ━━━━ 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝚄𝙻𝙶𝙴, 𝚂𝙸𝚉𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴

It’s no secret Megumi has a petite and quite skinny body that makes even Zenin Maki worried if he’s eating well. Some people questions how he can be a Jujutsu sorcerer with that body type, but it’s just how he is and there’s nothing anyone can do to change how his body looks, not even Megumi himself. In fact, he isn’t fond of the way his body lacks the muscles unlike Itadori’s.

However, there would also be a time when Megumi’s thankful for being born with a little skinny, petite body — like when you fuck him nice and deep while pinning him down on the bed from behind to let Megumi know how much bigger than him you were.

“Agh! (Y/n)— FUCK!” Megumi moans loudly, hips subconsciously buckling to meet your harsh thrusts. You groaned and tightened your hold on him as your lips nibbled his ear.

Feeling Megumi’s walls clench, a chuckle leaves your lips. “You really love how my body could hide yours, huh?” You snap your hips harshly against his ass and a whine erupts from him, his back arched to feel you more.

Licking your lips with a smirk, you pulled both of you back to sit up as Megumi squirms in your arms from how deep your cock reached inside him, mouth opened to let out a scream, drool dripping down his chin and tears falling.

You were so big, and too deep, and he fucking loves it.

“W-wait—! Too deep— agHNN! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He chanted as stars began to cloud his vision.

You hum, hand tilting his head slightly to face you. “Hmm? Too deep? But you like it, don’t you? Look at the way your stomach is taking my huge cock like a good bitch.” Your other hand slides down from his chest to his belly where a bulge can easily be seen.

Walls squeezing around your dick, Megumi whimpers upon seeing the clear bulge as he rolled his hips to see it disappear and reappear repeatedly. “M-more... Please...” He begged nicely and placed his hand on yours, which was resting on his tummy.

With a grunt leaving your lips, you thrusted your cock deep inside him again, ripping a sharp cry out of Megumi’s throat.

“Of course, I’ll give you more, baby.” You press the bulge on his belly as you snap your hips against his and Megumi throws his head back, not being able to do anything but to moan. No coherent sentences fell from his lips.

He was far too out of his right mind— how can he not be when your big, thick cock feels so fucking good making his belly bulge?

His eyes crosses and tongue pokes out of his mouth at the utmost ecstacy of feeling you abuse his prostate again and again and again mercilessly. But Megumi certainly wasn’t complaining.

He’s thankful he was born with body smaller and petite than yours that’s so easy to have your cock bulge when you fuck him; it’s a sight he always gets on to.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝙶𝙾𝙹𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄 ━━━━ 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈, 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙺

Satoru love sweets. It’s tasty and never gets boring to eat, on top of that, it comes with many flavors to try! That’s only about 3/5 of the reason why he loves sweets so much, though.

Satoru’s body shivers as your tongue licks a whipped cream off one of his buds, proceeding to tease him by sucking and twirling it around. “M-master...” He whimpered, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. His nipples stung from being played with too much, yet he didn’t want you to stop.

“Hmm?” You hummed, rolling his nipple with your tongue before biting it gently. A gasp left Satoru’s lips as his body jerked, precum oozing out of his hard cock that’s decorated in whipped cream and melted chocolate.

“E-enough with my ni— agh! Master, oh my— fuck!” He moaned loudly when you bit his nipple again more harshly this time, almost cumming at the sudden prick of pain melting into pleasure.

You licked your lips and pulled away only to go down on him, licking the underside of his cock from the bottom all the way to the tip, tasting the mixture of whipped cream and melted chocolate accompanied by precum. Satoru arches his back as you take him in your mouth, completely savouring the sweet taste and bobbing your head up and down.

“Master— Oh, fuck! That- aghh... That feels so good...!” He moans, tangling his fingers through your hair and lightly pulling on it. You groaned and Satoru moans uncontrollably at the vibration with his head thrown back. His mind was already clouded from feeling too much pleasure.

You suddenly pulled away with a pop, erupting a whine from Satoru, and licked your lips to savour the taste. “You’re so tasty everywhere, Satoru. I couldn’t help but wonder... if it’ll also be tasty inside your dripping cunt.” You lightly tap his hole that’s been begging to be touched or filled, already using the spatula to scoop up the remaining melted chocolate from a bowl. “Spread it with your fingers.” You ordered with a smirk.

Satoru could not disobey you, he loves sweets too much to refuse and besides, your hunger might actually get satisfied with this.

So he doesn’t hesitate to bend his legs over his chest and spread his wet man-cunt with his fingers, anticipating the sticky and cold feeling of chocolate to come inside. Not wanting to waste a moment, you immediately dripped the chocolate on his spread hole, watching as Satoru gasps and whimpers.

After placing the spatula back inside the bowl, you lick your lips at the sight of Satoru still spreading his hole open just for you. Typical obedient slut, always eager for his master.

“P-please, master... Eat me out.”

With a smirk spreading across your lips, you lean over and give a long kitten lick around his hole as he whines. “Don’t worry, pretty boy. I won’t stop until you’re a crying mess. Beg nice if you want to be fucked with my cock, yeah?” You wiped the tear running down his cheek using your thumb.

Satoru placed his hand above yours, leaning onto it and closing his eyes. “Yes, master.”

He’s usually far from obedient, but he could be if it means you’ll get a taste of sweets that he oh so loves very much.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙸 𝙺𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙾 ━━━━ 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶

Nobody would expect a gentleman like Nanami to be such a whore for your cum, but a human should always expect the unexpected. Nanami isn’t a pure soul littered with divinity; in fact, he was far from it as his daily thoughts after accomplishing his missions were to be pounded by you until he can’t walk anymore.

Not so divine now, is he?

He is a filthy man who only wants to be filled with your cum and spend the rest of the day feeling it inside him.

“My god, Kento...” You breathe out, bending him over your office table and pounding into him mercilessly from behind, Kento already too fucked up beneath you to even form a coherent sentences as all he could do was scream your name and moan. “Can’t you keep yourself from being too horny that you had to send me nudes in the middle of an important meeting?”

“I— I wasn’t— AGHN! Oh, fuck—! (Y-Y/N)!” He screamed your name once again when you snapped your hips harshly to not let him talk.

“Ah, I’m so deep inside you... Can you feel it?” You whispered against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “So deep that my cock reaches where it shouldn’t. I wonder what will happen if I fill it up with my cum to the point you get pregnant.”

There was such a calculating tone in your voice.

Kento knew it’s impossible.

He knew there isn’t a chance for him to bare a child no matter how much you cum inside him. He knew all too well that a male cannot be pregnant. But the thought of your warm cum filling him up, the thought of you marking your territory inside him, and the thought of carrying your child had something stir in him as his insides swirled and his hole squeezes around you.

Letting out a moan at the sudden tightness, you smirked upon realization. “You want to be bred by me, don’t you? Is that what you fantasize about whenever you touch yourself?”

A blush appears on his cheeks. “I- I don’t— aghnha!”

You licked the tears streaming down his cheek and fastened your pace, Kento’s eyes rolling to the back of his head as he screams at the pleasure striking him. “If that’s your wish, then I’ll breed you nice and full like a whore, yeah? You want that, Kento?”

However, he could not answer anymore as he was already seeing stars with his eyes unfocused and tongue making its own appearance, desperately gripping the sides of your desk until his knuckles turned white.

“You know what to say and I’ll give you exactly what you want, my love.” You whisper. “Filling your insides with my cum, letting it stay in the deepest part... I’ll fuck my babies into you until your belly’s swelling and my cum’s dripping out of your pretty, perfect cunt. You want that, don’t you?”

His cock twitched and insides tightened intensely around you at your words, making you groan as you slowly, sloppily slide your cock in and out, waiting for his answer. “Tell me, my love. Just say the word, but I won’t be responsible for my actions later on. I’ve already warned you. Choose your answer wisely.”

The loving and caring tone told him you actually won’t do it unless he allows you to.

Kento turns to look at you over his shoulder while breathing heavily, meeting your dark eyes that tells him a story of what will happen afterwards depending on his answers.

“(Y-Y/n)... Breed me, please.” Staring at you with that lust clouded eyes, Kento begged almost shamelessly.

That’s all it takes for your hips to start moving again, recklessly and roughly this time, fully intent on breeding and ruining him. Kento lays his face flat on the desk as every inch of your cock brushes against his prostate and deliciously tight walls, moaning and whimpering, series of curses and begs slipping past his lips.

“Oh my god— FUCK! (Y/N)! Give it to me, please, please, please.” Kento begs brokenly.

The fact that the Nanami Kento wants to be bred by you and you only immediately goes straight to your huge cock and before you knew it, you were already exploding inside him, Kento’s eyes rolling to the back of his head while hot white seeds shoot out from his cock, feeling his insides being filled with warm, thick cum.

His body trembles in overstimulation, legs shaking and almost giving out if it weren’t for you holding him up. Kento feels your cock slip out of his hole and your fingers thrusting the cum that threatened to drip out back inside.

However, as before he could catch his breath, a startled moan escape his lips when your cock slips in his dripping hole again. “W-wait, (Y/n)! I just came—” He was interrupted by your sharp thrust.

“I warned you already, my love. Now...” You smiled at him. “You wanted to be bred by me until you get pregnant, right? And I told you I’ll give you what you want if you just say the word, and you did, ignoring my warning.”

You lean in until your lips meet his ear.

“So just shut up and let me breed you, Kento.”

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mhahaikyuus · 11 months

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Shelves

tags:; bakugo x reader, established relationship, fluff, reader being type A and so is Bakugo, domestic fluff, minor injury, small arguments, pro hero bakugo x reader, cuddling

a/n: posting this bc i haven’t posted in forever hope you enjoy, reblogs appreciated

You were sitting in your living room reading a book as your boyfriend came back from an early Saturday shift around mid day to your shared house.

While he was gone you had received a package at your doorstep. Heavy furniture packaged in a big cardboard box at your doorstep.

You had planned for your boyfriend to be home to help you move it two bookshelves for the living room.

However it started to rain and you didn’t want the package to get wet, and you were independent grown woman, you could move a box.

So you spent 30 minutes moving a box about the size of a fridge up a flight of stairs, through your doorway to the living room.

While you were moving it you definitely pulled something in your back. Now laying on your couch your lower back in pain.

Katsuki came home to you laying on the couch and a giant box in your living room. You knew he would cuss you out for hurting yourself when you could’ve called him to move it.

“I’m back y/n-“ He stopped looking at the box bigger than yourself standing in your living room, “The delivery guys put it in the living room.” He interrupted himself assuming wrong.

You hummed in response not wanting to say yes or no.

“Okay I’ll put it together tonight.” He said

Leaning down to kiss you. You met him halfway with a small wince and smiled in that kiss.

“I can do it later, I just want to lay down right now.” You said falling back on the couch.

“No I’m doing it.” He said. He hated how independent you are. Wanting you to rely on him but you never fully could always making excuses.

“Fine.” You sighed. Katsuki leaned down to give you a kiss again and reached around to drag your forward.

You gasped in pain as he held onto your lower back.

“What’s wrong.” He said pulling back quickly with a frown looking at your body. Thinking he had hurt you

“Nothing.” Trying to move his hand but Katsuki wasn’t budging. Vermillion eyes narrowing

“You’re lying.” He said and he pinched your back making you whimper.

“Ow. Ow. Ow. Okay.” You said

“What did you do.” Katsuki asked, his hands on your hips holding you.

“I moved the box… myself.” You admitted and his eyes narrowed.

“What the hell were you thinking? You could’ve called me. That box is bigger than you.” He yelled as you threw back your head at his scolding of you knowing it was because he loves you.

“You had patrol. And I can do it, I am fully capable of doing things by myself

“You could have called me. You know I would’ve come back to move the box.” He said with a frustrated look. “Why didn’t you call me, you never call me. I’m your boyfriend I’m supposed to do it. I’m supposed to open jars for you, move heavy objects, and fix things for you. Let me do it. Now you’re hurt.” He said

“It’s fine I’ll be okay just a couple of days and my back will be fine.” You lied to comfort him.

“Don’t lie to me, how bad does it hurt.” He said concerned

“An 8,”

“Jesus-“

“Calm down.”

“No next time you need something call me or I’m gonna lose it. I don’t care if you don’t feel like walking and you call me to carry you up the stairs. You call me.” Katsuki said. “What kind of boyfriend am I to have you throwing out your back to move something.”

“The kind that saves people for a living and loves me when I do stupid things like hurt my back.” You said with doe eyes you knew that made him melt. Bringing him in by the back of his neck for a kiss.

Pressing his forehead to yours and rubbing his face, his favorite action of yours. Never truly getting mad at you when you loved him.

“Did you call a doctor? You could’ve slipped a disc, or-“

You laughed at how anal he could be. “No I did not, I will be fine in a couple days.”

“How do you know that?” He asked

“I swear you are just as stressed as Izuku.” You said kissing him.

He grumbled rubbing your leg, “Don’t compare me to shitty Deku. I worry because I love you and you are a moron.”

“You’re best friends for a reason, and I am a moron that loves you and I’m going to ask for your help right now.”

Katuski ignored your first comment, “Is that so?”

“Yes because I need you to help me walk to the kitchen. I’m hungry and I’ve been stuck on this couch.”

Katsuki picked you up by your armpits and walked you to the kitchen with your legs wrapped around his waist.

“How was patrol?” You asked

“Great. I love fighting with a bank robber when my girlfriend is injuring herself because she won’t pick up the phone to call me.” He said with an attitude all you could do was roll your eyes.

“How long are you going to be mad at me.” You said tugging on his blonde hair. He grunted at your hands handling him.

Katsuki sat you gently on one of the chairs. Standing in between your legs, both arms caging you, and dropping his head.

“I’m not mad at you, im pissed that you won’t call me. Being a pro hero isn’t going to kill me you are.” He grumbled and you laughed.

“What do you want to eat?” He asked pulling away to cook for you.

“Whatever you want to cook.”

You sat in the kitchen as he cooked and you tried to help.

Trying to open a jar and your boyfriend gave you the dirtiest look.

“What did we just talk about.” He said wanting to snatch the jar out of your hand.

You held it out to him.

“Cut me some slack, please. I am used to being independent for as long as I’ve been alive.” You said

“We have been together for almost a year now. And I am here now for you. So relax please. I like taking care of you.” He said grabbing your hand and giving it a kiss. “We bought the house to be together and I can baby you.”

“You are such a sap.”

“The headline yesterday was “Dynamight’s Rage.” He replied his back turned to you cooking one of your favorite meals.

“Yes you’re so scary baby.” You sarcastically said

Both of you knowing that he had a temper and could terrify anyone. But as scary as Katsuki was he was far more scared of you when you got in your moods.

Katsuki finished cooking for you, placed you back on the couch, and made you sit there as he built the bookshelves.

He opened the box with a tool kit and instructions. You sat on the couch eating the food he made. The living room covered in styrofoam packaging and cardboard.

Even after a grueling shift, your boyfriend had cooked you a full dinner and was assembling shelves just for you.

You were type A and liked to be in control and do things yourself. Bakugo was also type A and trying to build it as you tried to control.

“No baby it’s screw A that’s screw H.” You said reading the instructions he threw.

He didn’t listen to anyone but you got half an ear.

“I know what I’m doing I don’t need the instructions.” Bakugo griped.

“I’m serious, please do it right. My books are my babies.” You complained.

“Woman you already injured yourself, can you let me do this.”

“If you did it right then I wouldn’t be complaining.” You shot back.

He let out a huff ignoring you continuing to build.

After the third time of him doing something you didn’t like you got frustrated.

Getting up off the couch, Katsuki heard you move not even turning.

“Get back on that couch before I strap you down.” He said not looking up. His red eyes focused on the wood planks.

You continued to move off the couch with a wince and Katuski turned around from the floor narrowing his eyes.

“Ass back on the couch. Now.”

“You’re not doing it right.” You whined halfway up.

He stood up his big body towering over you. Guiding back to the couch.

“You are a control freak. Sit down before I lock you in the bedroom or in the car to drive you to the hospital.” Katsuki threatened sitting you back down and throwing a heavy blanket on you to hold you down.

He was always so gentle with you even when he was ticked off.

After about an hour he saved the last bookshelf for tomorrow to cuddle you in bed.

“I told you I knew what I was doing.”

You hummed at his cockiness. He had given you some Advil and was gently massaging your back in your bed. You trapped in his big arms, your chests touching. His thick fingers gently pressing against your lower back.

“You like being my superman huh?” You said into his chest.

“Superman? Screw him I’m your Dynamight baby.”

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𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬☆.｡.:*

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: mean jock!Ari Levinson x naive!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: daddy!kink, smutt, dd/lg vibes, dubcon, dark Ari, liar Ari, cheater Ari, mean Ari, size difference, innocence kink, naive reader, slight voyeurism, 18+ only, minors dni!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Ari is the campus fuckboy and you’re his little plaything. But he says he’s going to make you his girlfriend soon, right?

𝐀/𝐍: So I wrote this quickly in the past few hours. It’s probably filled with mistakes as I have not reread it even once. But please do enjoy! And tell me what you think.

“Ari, no.”

You pout, but all that does is make him smirk. And it’s not like you’re strong enough to stop him as the beefy 6’6 brunette drags you into the locker room.

“C’mon, babe. Just a quickie while the rest of the team is busy.”

“But I’m not talking to you!”

Ari raises an eyebrow, reaching up to rub his thick beard while his other hand remains pressed to the small of your back. “Oh yeah? Is that why you came to watch me play? And sat in the front row and batted your lashes and gave me those fuck me eyes?”

Your jaw drops open, “You meanie! I did no such thing!”

But Ari uses that moment to shove you through the locker room door, locking it behind you before he pins you against it. And in a second, he’s all over you. This huge, hunky basketball player, his muscular biceps all sweaty from practice, his vest sticking to his toned body that you know all too well. He presses his lips against your neck, sponging wet kisses as he tries to unbutton your top to feel you up, “Just a quickie, honey.” He repeats, “I know how badly you want me.”

“I don’t!” You protest, albeit weakly. But you manage to press your arms against his hard chest and push with all your might. But you might as well be a fly combatting a rhino because of how much bigger he is than you. And yet, you continue pushing and batting at his chest, till he stops kissing you and looks down at you with a raised eyebrow and a mildly irritated look on his face.

“What’s your problem?”

“I told you, Ari! I’m not speaking to you.”

The beefy brunette rolls his eyes before backing away and peeling his vest off. You gulp, trying not to grow distracted by how hot his body is, how big and muscular he is, how defined his sixpack is. He’s the hottest guy on the basketball team. No. Scratch that. He’s the hottest guy on campus and it’s crazy to think that he’s crazy about you.

Ari sits down on the wooden bench by the lockers, taking up the whole area as he spreads out with his legs open and pats his beefy thighs. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you come sit on daddy’s knee and tell me exactly why you’re mad, sweetheart.”

Oh, he was so cocky sometimes! Ari had the worst reputation among all the girls in your college. An asshole. A player. A fuckboy. Your friends had warned you not to fall for his charms, they’d told you he’d prey on you. Take advantage of you because of how “innocent” you were. That’s what he did with everyone else.

But you were different! That’s what Ari had told you when he’d taken your virginity weeks ago at a frat party. You’d felt dizzy from the one singular sip of alcohol you’d consumed and had gone to lie down in one of the upstairs bedrooms. And not ten minutes later, you’d felt the bed dip and you’d opened your eyes to see the hottest upperclassman on campus sitting right next to you. The rest was history. But he’d told you how beautiful you were that night, how he couldn’t take his eyes off you. How he’d had a fight with his girlfriend and maybe you could cheer him up?

And he’d made you feel so good. The two of you had been fooling around ever since. It was crazy to you, how a senior as hot and perfect as Ari Levinson (captain of the basketball team and the most popular guy on campus) seemed to be so interested in a random freshman like you. And he’d done things to your body that no other fumbling boyfriend could ever figure out how to do before. Yes, in your eyes, Ari Levinson was a God.

Which is why you obediently perch down on his lap in the locker room, and the older boy smirks, pushing the neckline of your top to the side so he can play with your bra strap. You feel hot all over but try to remember why you’re mad at him, despite the fact that he’s so close to you and completely shirtless.

“Ari, you didn’t keep your promise.” You begin, but he’s already begun kissing up your jaw, pressing your body flush against his till you can feel his boner digging into your ass.

“Mm? What promise was that, baby?”

You try not to grow distracted by all the cut pet-names he calls you, or the fact that he’s kissing and touching you so ravenously, making you feel so beautiful and sexy and desirable because he of all people wants you so bad. But you need to stay focused and get your point across before he has you completely helpless underneath him.

“Well, you told me you were gonna break up with your girlfriend last week, but Wanda says she saw you hanging out with Sharon yesterday at the ice cream parlour.” You sniffle, “She said… She said you looked all cosy, huddled up in the booth with her. She even saw you guys kissing!” You shake your head and scrunch your eyes shut, willing yourself not to cry.

“Aww, baby.” Ari coos, his heavy arms wrapping around you and cuddling you close, and you can’t help but cry into his bare chest. He was so warm and hairy and just so huggable, and his hand rubs soothingly up and down your back as he hugs you hard. “This is all just a huge misunderstanding.”

You look up at him, “It is?”

“Of course.” Ari says confidently, his expression not wavering for a second as he strokes your cheek. “I was at the ice cream parlour with Sharon, but I was only there to break up with her. And then we hugged it out and she gave me a goodbye kiss on the cheek. That’s probably what Wanda saw.”

“B-But Wanda says you guys were embracing for a long time.”

Ari blinks, and for a fleeting moment, something dark crosses over his features before they relax once more, and he gives you his winning smile. “Well, that’s because Sharon’s uncle died.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t going to tell you that since it’s kind of private, but since you wouldn’t let it go… Well, Sharon’s uncle died, baby. And she was really sad about it, so I gave her a long hug and comforted her.”

“Oh.” You pause, trying to makes sense of all this new information. Your friends had told you in the past that you could be gullible – but Ari wouldn’t lie about someone dying, would he? You look up at him, seeing his pouty pink lips smiling down at you gently while his big hands continue to rub over your back, slipping down under your top to do so. “Well that’s… That’s really sad, Ari. Is she okay?”

“Hm?” Ari’s too busy staring down your cleavage, and his finger hooks under your bra strap and snaps it lewdly against your skin, his pink tongue darting out to run over his lips. His usually blue eyes look blown out and navy, and he lifts your top over your breasts to give them a squeeze, “What’d you say, baby?”

“I said, is Sharon okay? Deaths within immediate family can be hard to deal with. Was she close with her uncle?” You can’t help but feel bad. Sharon had been Ari’s long-term girlfriend for a while, but Ari had told you that they’d been having a lot of fights recently and that he was meaning to break up with her. He’d told you that Sharon was insufferable and mean and that you were sweet and lovely. He said he wanted to make you his new girlfriend, but it would have to wait until he broke up with Sharon. And now he’d done it.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Ari answers distractedly, gesturing for you to lift your arms up so he can peel your top off you. You yelp in protest when he throws it across the room before expertly unclasping your bra with one hand. And your bra goes flying across the room as well, and Ari wastes no time in latching his mouth onto your nipple, sucking harshly and making you throw your head back and gasp out loud.

His hand slips up to massage your other breast and pinch your nipple which is hard as glass. You pant, loving how you turn into putty in his hands as soon as he touches you. He’s just so experienced and makes your body feel so good with the simplest of gestures, and you can’t help but grab his long brown locks that reach down till the base of his neck, pulling hard at the same time he gives your nipple a hard suck, practically suctioning your whole breast into his mouth.

“Ah, Ari! Does this mean you can finally make me your girlfriend?” You ask, despite all the sensations your body is feeling. You’ve been waiting to be his girlfriend for weeks now. It’s been hard having to meet up with him in secret all the time. Waiting for him to text you late at night, or wait until the early hours of the morning when he shows up to your dorm room for sex. You want Ari to take you out on dates, hold your hand on campus and let everyone know that you’re his girlfriend now. And Ari had promised he’d do all of that for you. Was now finally the time?

“God, you have the prettiest tits, baby.” Ari murmurs against your breasts, pushing them together and burying his face in them, licking and sucking and biting the sensitive skin while you pant and wail. “You had me distracted the entire time I was playing. Kept looking at you jumping up and down every time I scored, fuck!” He drives his hard crotch up against your ass and you whimper, holding steadily onto his broad shoulders. “Felt like you were putting on a private show for me, baby.”

Despite your pleasure, you can’t help but feel indignance towards his lewd insinuation, “I was not!”

Ari smirks, “Oh yeah? You weren’t purposely bouncing your tits for daddy? I guess I forgot what an airhead you can be, not even realising how sexy your body is in all these tiny outfits that you wear especially for me, huh?”

“Ari!” You smack his chest. He could be so rude sometimes, a complete asshole! But he was also the one who’d called you beautiful when he’d taken your virginity. When he’d praised you for being the most sensitive, understanding and sweetest girl he’d ever met. Oh, as much as he made your blood boil with his lewd remarks, he also made butterflies flutter in your tummy with his words that were sweet as honey!

The captain of the basketball team smiles down at you, his blue eyes twinkling with lust as he leans back against the lockers behind him, folding his arms over his chest as he looks you over.

“Get up and turn around, baby. Daddy wants to see your ass.”

You immediately obey. His deep, commanding voice always resonates with your submissive side, and your pussy throbs as you stand up and turn till your back is facing him. Shivers run down your spine when you feel his hand press against the small of your back, pushing you forward till you’re bending over, your ass pointed straight to his face.

“Now take this tiny excuse for a skirt off. And do it slowly.”

With care, you slowly slip the blue denim skirt with pink frills down your bare legs. Ari was right, you’d worn this slutty outfit especially for him – whether you wanted to admit it or not. You were addicted to him and the attention he gave you. Sure, you were mad at him, but that hadn’t stopped you from attending his basketball practice in these tiny clothes, hoping he’d pay you some attention. Which he had.

But it was all okay, and you didn’t even have to feel bad anymore! Ari had broken up with his girlfriend which meant he would make you his new girlfriend!

“Daddy, isn’t it great we won’t have to sneak around anymore?” You ask him cutely. But he’s too busy staring at your ass to answer. You step out of your skirt and shiver when you feel his hands groping your bare ass. You’re wearing a tiny candy pink G-string which barely conceals anything, and Ari’s going to town as he squeezes and fondles your butt to his heart’s content.

“You have such a cute baby ass.” Ari murmurs, pressing kisses on your fleshy cheeks as he keeps a firm grip on them, “Best ass I’ve ever seen, honey. I can always see it peaking out from under your slutty little skirts. I’m always itching to give it a smack and see how it jiggles.” H squeezes it roughly, “Tell me to hit you, baby.”

“Huh?”

“Tell daddy you want to be hit for being a naughty little girl and wearing slutty outfits.” Ari says, his voice deep with carnal lust.

“B-But.”

“Do it. Or I’ll take you over my knee and spank you twice as hard.”

You pout at his threat, but you know he’ll follow through with it. A week ago, Ari had seen you flirting with his friend Curtis. It was completely innocent on your part – you just liked to talk to people, after all! – but Ari hadn’t thought so. He’d reminded you that you were his, and that you couldn’t speak to any other man. And then he’d slung you over his knee and spanked you till your ass was raw and glowing with pain.

You swallow harshly, “Daddy, please hit my baby ass.”

“Why?”

“ ‘Cause I was wearin’ a slutty outfit.”

SMACK.

You’re almost knocked off your feet with the force of the slap, but it also resonates straight down to your cunt. And from your bent over position, you can see your slick dripping down your leg. God, the effect Ari has on you is insane. He plays your body like a fiddle, and knows exactly how to get you so wet.

He continues playing with your ass, slapping it and squeezing it and groping it. And you know he’d happily do this for hours if he had the chance. He’d actually done that once, when he’d come to your dorm room at 3 in the morning. He’d been high and horny as hell, and had asked you to lay on your stomach naked while he played with your ass and ate you out from the back for what felt like hours. Not that you were complaining – you were sure you’d fallen asleep and woken up several times to him still playing with your butt. It was clearly his favourite part of your body, and he’d even stuck a finger up there. That had woken you up and made you squeal, and Ari had just laughed and told you to stop being a baby…

Back in the present, you huff indignantly, growing impatient and hoping he’d get the message. But Ari’s in the zone, spreading your ass cheeks and practically making out with your asshole, muttering about how hot your ass is and how he’d tattoo his name on it if he could.

“Daddy! I’m getting’ sore!” You grumble, because your back is hurting from bending over for so long. Mercifully, the brunette chuckles, grabbing your arm and pulling you back up into his lap. But not before he grabs the flimsy lace of your G-string and rips it in half. You gasp although you’re not too surprised, and grab onto his shoulders as he helps you straddle him. And you both let out collective moans as your core nestles on top of his clothed dick that is hard and poking out against his basketball shorts.

“Poor baby,” Ari teases, nipping and biting against your neck as he humps up against you. “Weren’t you mad at me a second ago? And now look at you, naked in the locker room like you’re getting paid to be my personal slut.” He smirks, liking the sound of that as he can’t help but give your ass another rough squeeze, “The captain’s personal slut. You like that, baby? You like being my slut?”

You pout, “You said you’d make me your girlfriend once you broke up with Sharon.”

Ari sighs, grabbing your hand and pressing it against his hard crotch, “Are you still thinking about that?”

“Well, it’s what you said! And now you’ve broken up with her, so –”

“Honey, I will make you my girlfriend.” Ari chucks you under your chin until you giggle, looking up to meet his sparkling eyes. “But we gotta lay low for a while. You know, since Sharon’s uncle died. It wouldn’t be very nice for me to rub my new girl in her face, would it?”

You blink, “I guess not.”

“It wouldn’t.” He confirms. “Look, you’re my special girl and you already know that.” He gives you a quick kiss while his hand holds yours in place over his crotch. “I already told you I’ve never met anyone else like you, haven’t I? So of course, I’ll make you my girl, but you have to be patient.”

You nod slowly, “Okay, daddy. I can do that.”

“Good girl. Now take my dick out.”

Ari presses your hand inside his shorts, and you feel his dick – so hot and hard – as it pulses against your fingers. You wrap them around the base and pull him out, mouth watering slightly at the sight of his length. Under the bright locker room lights, he looks doubly huge. Every time you see it, you wonder how exactly he fits it inside of you.

You still remember your first time, with the party music blaring in the distance. Ari breathing sweet words against your ear, coaxing you gently while you cried like a baby. Clutching his huge body close to yours as he penetrated you for the first time, calling you his special little baby. Calling you his perfect princess, telling you how good and tight you felt around his daddy dick, promising you how good he’d take care of you. God, it had hurt so much when he’d stuffed himself inside you, but the pleasure that came afterwards was so beautiful and you couldn’t get enough of him since.

“So big, daddy.” You pant, feeling especially little as he holds you in his lap with his hard dick, so red and angry with pent-up lust, throbbing in your hand.

Ari bites his lip, gazing at you with hunger, “Yeah, baby? You like my big dick?”

“L-Love it!”

“Mm, you like how it barely fits inside you? You like how I break your little baby pussy in half every time I fuck you, huh?” He wraps his hand around your smaller one, making you run your hand up and down his length and jack him off.

“Yes, daddy, I love it! Love havin’ you inside me!” You say earnestly, and Ari moans out loud.

His phone vibrates then, and you snap out of your lustful reverie long enough to glance down at the bench where it rests. You see the name SHARON flash on his screen before he grabs it and throws it into his gym bag.

“She’s calling because she wants to set up a time to grab some of her stuff from my dorm room.” Ari explains smoothly when he sees your expression. “Don’t doubt daddy, baby. You know I’d never do you dirty like that.”

You’re all too ready to believe him, letting him lift you up by the hips before he slams you down on his dick. And one second your hole is weepy and empty, and the next you’re stuffed full to the brim with his thick dick. And Ari has to force you down to get it in all the way, his teeth gritted as he drives his huge monster length up your tiny pussy, and you feel like you’ll tear in half but in the best way possible. And all your thoughts and doubts about Sharon are forgotten as Ari completely manhandles you on top of his dick, and you feel so full and you gasp into his mouth as he grabs your face and kisses you sloppily.

“My slutty little girl,” Ari murmurs against your lips, “Coming to all my practices and cheering me on just so you can get your little pussy stuffed to the brim, isn’t that right?”

“N-No! OW! Yes, okay?! YES!” You can’t help but agree with him when he slaps your ass, before lifting you up with his strong arms and driving you back down.

“Tell me you’re my little slut.” He commands.

“I’m your little slut, daddy. Please!” You cry.

“Say it again.”

“I’M YOUR LITTLE SLUT, OKAY? PLEASE, DADDY!”

Ari loves to make you beg and you know it. You remember once in the past, he’d sauntered into your dorm room in the early hours of the morning. He’d sat on your bed like he owned it and lit up a joint, despite you protesting that smoking wasn’t allowed in your dorm. Well, that night he’d sat there and blown smoke in your face while he made you suck his dick. Lazily guiding your face with one hand while he held the joint with the other. And he’d made you beg him to fuck you, beg him for hours before he’d relented. He’d told you he loved playing with you, loved unravelling you till you came undone in his hands. Loved pushing you till the edge, till you were so submissive for him that you could cry.

And cry you had. Big, fat tears pouring down your face as you’d begged him to fuck you. To just put it inside you, even if it was just a little bit. “Just the tip, daddy!” He’d made you beg while your mouth was full of his dick. And you couldn’t believe that you, who’d entered this college as a virgin, were on your knees for the college senior fuckboy while he blew smoke in your face and laughed while you begged and begged for his dick that he’d made you addicted to.

But he always relented in the end. He always gave you that sweet release and then some. Ari was an extremely skilled lover, and he knew just how to make you come undone till you were pulsing around him, almost passed out with pleasure. And then he’d light another joint and when you’d timidly ask for a puff, he’d tell you that babies like you weren’t allowed to smoke. And then he’d laugh some more.

Back in the present, you’re moaning like a wanton whore while Ari bounces you up and down on his dick, and it feels like he’s piercing you open from the inside out while he murmurs dirtily in your ear. And the small locker room is filled with the lewd sound of panting and skin slapping against skin, and you almost don’t hear the loud knocking on the door and the doorknob as it rattles.

“Hey, Levinson! When are you and your side chick gonna be done? The rest of us have to change!”

You head snaps up but Ari presses his lips against yours, his kiss swallowing up all your suspicions.

“It’s just Curtis, you know how much of a dick he can be.” Ari murmurs against your lips, grinding his hips in just the right way that has you feeling that delicious feeling. He moves you up and down at lightning speed, like you’re just a ragdoll that weighs nothing in his strong arms. Your eyes almost roll to the back of your head when you feel your clit rubbing against his pubic hair, making you clench around his dick and causing him to swear profusely.

“Goddamit, baby, so good. Your pussy’s so tight and sexy, baby.” He squeezes your tits harshly, twisting your nipples and adding to your bliss as you feel your pleasure mount up.

“G-Gonna cum, daddy,” You whimper, and earn another slap to your ass.

“Not yet, dumb baby. Not unless daddy says so.”

But you can’t wait, you just can’t! Ari had told you once it’s because you were a virgin and knew nothing about sex, nothing about holding your orgasms. He said he’d found it cute how you could never hold it, how you always chased your release selfishly. But you just couldn’t help it! He made you feel so good! How could he expect you to hold anything?

The invisible rubber band snaps inside you and you explode, your slick walls pulsating around his dick as you cum. Waves of pleasure radiating through your body, making your legs feel like jelly as Ari continues to bounce you up and down. His abs and thighs are covered in your cream, and his eyes grow distracted as he stares at the mess you’ve made. And you sob and cling to him, feeling so needy and overwhelmed as he continues to fuck you.

“What a stupid little baby you are.” Ari mocks, slapping your cheek condescendingly while you gaze dazedly up at him. “First, you dress up like a little attention seeking tart just to get me to fuck you, and then you can’t even play by your daddy’s rules, can you? Always so needy, always cumming without permission. Baby, one of these days I’m gonna fuck you in front of my friends just so they can see how badly you take instruction. Maybe that’ll straighten you up, huh?”

“Nooooo…” you cry weakly, pounding at his chest because you feel overwhelmed as he continues to piston his hips up and pierce into you.

“The whole basketball team’s gonna watch me fuck my little slut next time you cum without permission.” Ari says through gritted teeth before he suddenly throws you off his dick. And you gape, staring in awe at his pink dick completely coated in your sticky cream. But not for long, because Ari mauls your naked body till you’re bent over the bench on your hands and knees. He gives your ass three hard smacks, the force of which would’ve knocked you over had his other hand not been holding you in place. And then he shoves himself back into you, fucking you doubly harder than before.

“Oooh my god!” You squeal and you hear him smirk.

“Not God, sweetheart. Just me.”

And then he well and truly shifts into jackhammer mode, thrusting into you so hard that his hips become a blur. He grabs you by the hair and pulls you upwards, till your back is against his hairy chest and you can feel him biting against your neck. He gropes your breasts lewdly, pinching your nipples as he angles your head to face forward.

“Look at that, baby.” Ari coos, and you gape at the sight of yourself getting fucking like a whore. He’s made you look into the huge full-length mirror that takes up one side of the room. And you can’t believe how much bigger Ari is than you, like a giant dwarfing you completely as he fucks you. As he completely breaks you in half and mocks you as he does it. “Look at you, getting what you deserve. This is what you wanted, huh? You want me to make you my girl, huh baby? Well that means you let me fuck you whenever and however I want, you got that?”

“Y-Yes, daddy, yes, yes, yes!” You cry, ready to agree with whatever he says as you begin to see stars again.

“Whatever daddy says goes, you got that?” He holds your head in place, forcing you to watch as he ruins you. Forcing you to watch the sweaty mess you’ve become as this beefy, giant of a man has his way with you. “If I tell you I want you to lick my cum off the floor, you’ll do it and say ‘thank you, daddy’, won’t you?”

“I will!”

“And if I tell you I want to fuck your ass, what’re you gonna say sweetheart?”

“Do it!” You sob, delirious and ready to agree with whatever he says. He’s making you see stars like no one else could, forcing the pleasure out of your body through his expert hands, his fat dick and his dirty, controlling words. You love how Ari has the upper hand, how he has control over you in every single way possible. He’s older than you, bigger than you, stronger than you, and he holds you at his mercy and you love it. You get off on it. And you’d do anything he’d tell you to.

“That’s my good little slut.” Ari praises, and you can hear the wolf whistles and hoots through the door of the locker room. You know his friends are on the other side, and you know the walls are thin. You know they can hear every little thing, from Ari’s dirty talk to the sick slap of your skin against his to your wanton moans. You see Ari’s expression in the mirror, and he looks smug and proud, like he’s the king who’s on top of his world right now.

His hand snakes down to rub your clit, and your eyes nearly bug out of your head. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your sob, loving how well he knows your body. How he circles your clit with his finger before pinching it, rubbing it sensually like only he knows how to. And all the while holding you in place while he fucks the living daylights out of you.

“And what if I want you to service my friends, honey? You’d do that too?” Ari whispers darkly in your ear, casually running a hand through his long brown mane as if he hasn’t just said the dirtiest thing in the world. His gaze is locked on yours, gauging your reaction. And why does your pussy clench around his dick when he says it? He laughs mockingly, “What a fuckin’ slut you are, baby. You’d service the whole basketball team, wouldn’t you? Shake your little baby ass for all of them and let them tuck money into those slutty little panties you always wear?”

“Y-Yeah,” you moan pitifully, grabbing his forearm as he continues to play with your puffy bundle of nerves. “I’d do it for you, daddy. Fuck, don’t stop! I’d do anything for you!”

“Damn right you would.” Ari boasts, holding you tightly in place against him as his hips continue to move. And you’re sure you’d have fallen down to the ground had he not been there to hold you up. Like a propped-up doll, ready to do her master’s bidding. “And then I’d fuck your ass in front of all of ‘em, so they’d know you belong to me. My slutty little plaything to do with what I please. Remember that.”

You cum so hard, you feel like you’ve blacked out for a few seconds. You squirt violently around his dick, milking him as you whine and scream his name, thank him for fucking you so good, making you feel so addicted to his cock as the searing pleasure courses through you. And that’s when you feel his heavy load release inside you, burning you from the inside out.

Ari never wore condoms with you. He said he wanted his pretty baby to feel him raw.

And you can feel him, alright. Every bit of his thick cum as it overflows inside you. Trickling down your thigh because you can’t hold it in, there’s way too much of it. Your legs give out underneath you, and Ari hoists you up into his arms like you’re his little baby. Trembling in his giant arms as you wrap your legs around his waist and bury your face in his hairy chest. His dick is still inside you, pulsing out the remainder of his load which seems to be never-ending.

“Attaboy, Levinson, you fuckin’ dog! Thanks for the show!”

You hear the voices laughing and hollering from the other side of the locker room door, but you’re too fucked out to care too much, only focusing on Ari and how big he is as he holds you close.

“Daddy,” you whimper, feeling needy. And Ari presses your face with soft kisses.

“You were so good for me baby,” He praises you, “So good for daddy.” And then he grows distracted by his cum as it trickles out of you, swiping it up from your pussy and pressing it into your mouth. You’re so exhausted but you lick it clean, hoping to impress him. He watches you suckle his finger dry, and you can feel his dick hardening inside you again. “I’ve got you trained so well, baby.”

You look up at him needily, “Am I your girlfriend now, daddy?”

Ari chuckles, setting you down on the bench as you try to catch your breath. He already looks like he’s ready for round two, standing tall and barely having broken a sweat, his dick almost fully hard once more and slapping against his abs. He gives you a condescending pat on the head before pushing his shorts off.

“Soon, baby.” He says before making his way to one of the stalls. He turns and shoots you a wink. “Come join me in the shower once you can walk.”

THE END AKFHSDLANA

I’m so nervous yall! i wrote this so spontaneously and it is the first time in a long time that i have posted an ARI FIC!!! please please let me know what you think! please reblog and leave feedback! let me know what you think of ARI! Is he gonna make her his gf?? is he a good guy??? HOW WAS IT??? let me know!! thank you ily all bye hehe

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I kinda wanna find out how yandere farmer would react to meeting and falling for bumblebee reader (maybe when they were selling them their leftover honey they made) only to find out later that they are with or at least very close to bear yandere.

This turned out much longer than I initially planned but hey! Hope you enjoy! Tw: drugged and kidnapping

Immediately hit with the size difference. Bumblebee darling is tiny tiny compared to Colton! If you think you’re small next to bear yan imagine your tiny two foot ass standing next to a six three buff guy! But he loves it! It’s one of the things that makes him fall for you because he has a size kink. If you’re smaller than him or bigger than him it doesn’t matter he just wants a difference. And bumblebee darling is definitely a difference.

Bumblebee reader that manages to make just a few too many jars of honey that can be finished before it solidifies so they decide that they’d sell it. They’ve seen other bees selling their honey before so surely they could too! They pack up their honey jars in a basket before setting off to find someone to sell them to. Was it a little scary going off on their own after spending so much time with Bern (bear yan) sure but they could do it!

Before long they could see as more and more trees and bushes of the forest faded away and instead they found themselves in front of a wooden fence that divided the fading of the forest and a green grassy pasture filled with different farm animal hybrids. They held their basket just a bit closer to their chest as they took a deep breath flying over the fence with ease. They let of a soft buzz before continuing on going over to one of the farm animals.

“Ah hello! I was wondering if you knew of a town nearby? I have a few extra honey jars and I was looking to sell them!”

The barn animals lead them over to Colton and that’s how they ended up meeting each other! Colton immediately bought all the honey that bumblebee darling had on them because that boy was smitten immediately. You’re amazing tasting honey only added to his feelings because even if there’s a few ways to get to his heart food is definitely one of them!

He will immediately try to get you to move onto the farm. He has plenty of room in his house! He even has a spare bedroom that you could stay in. You said no? Well what about just one night? One night couldn’t hurt right? Besides it’s already getting dark and you don’t want to get hurt! You’re so small and he’s so big he could protect you!

Quietly celebrates when you say yes because it was in fact getting dark already and you didn’t feel like stumbling your way back into the forest in the dark. Colton leads you into his house and offers you food which he totally didn’t drug with sleeping pills. (He in fact did) and when you’re done with your food you’re confused why you suddenly felt tired and your body felt so sluggish you didn’t think you could move. Colton graciously offers to pick you up and take you to the spare bedroom but you don’t even make if a few feet in his arms before you pass out.

You groggily opened your eyes after you assumed you had fallen asleep not being able to remember what happened the night before after Colton offered to let you stay in his house for the night. Your body felt heavy like it was full of lead and exhausted despite just waking up from sleep. You went to shift your body a little but found you were unable to move much. Panic immediately set in and you seemed to jolt fully awake as you attempt to sit up. Once in an upright position you could see you were in a small bedroom on a bed much too large for you. You also discovered the reason you couldn’t move. Your hands and legs had been tied to the bed post with little slack only giving you the ability to sit up and lay down.

You could feel your body begin to tremble before the situation even fully registered in your mind but you suddenly froze solid when you heard loud heavy footsteps coming closer and closer to the door before it was pushed open with a soft creek. Standing in the doorway getting bathed in light from the hallway behind him was Colton.

“Ah you’re awake! You had me worried for a moment.” He came into the room carrying a tray with some flowers and different fruits in a bowl. “I got this from my garden. It’s not much but I’m sure it will do for now. I can go to the market later to get you other food if this isn’t what you want. After all I’m here to provide for you!”

You watched stunned and terrified as he came over to the bed and sat down next to you smiling sweetly like you weren’t tied to a bed after being drugged the night before from the same man. You’re voice despite trying to seem strong had a small shake to it. “What have you done? Why am I tied to this bed you need to let me go!”

His smile faltered slightly and he sighed as he set the tray down in your lap. “I’m only helping you, I’m doing what I need to protect you. You’ll understand one day. This is all meant to help, I’m helping you!”

You frowned and couldn’t stop the tears that started to form in the corner of your eyes before slowly dripping down your face. Overwhelmed with fear and sadness a buzzing noise erupted from you unable to make any other noise at the moment. Colton frowned more and gently pet the top of your head his hand basically engulfing your head. You could hear him sniffle trying to keep back his own tears at the sight of you.

“I promise one day you’ll forget all about this. We’ll have an amazing life together and you’ll be so happy. Just give it time.”

You stayed in that room for a few hours before you heard noise coming from outside the bedroom. Colton had left after feeding you to attend to his farms and said he wouldn’t be back till dinner time so you knew the rustling couldn’t be him. Besides the noises were to light and soft for a man his size. You looked over at the window terrified that something worse would somehow happen to you. Holding your breath you only continue to stare at the window in fright before a very recognizable chubby face appeared looking worried before smiling at you seeing you in the room. It was Bern. A sigh of relief left your mouth and a smile broke out on your face as the little bear pulled open the window and climbed into the room.

Before you could even say a word the door to the bedroom came flying open and Colton ran into the room looking nervous and scared. Not because someone had found you kidnapped and tied to a bed but because he didn’t know what this bear would do to you. He quickly lunged at the bear tackling him to the ground where they started to fight.

Colton did end up winning the fight but had gotten pretty damaged along the way by Bern’s claws and teeth. He had dragged the unconscious bear out of the room and didn’t come back to you for another hour. Too afraid to ask what happened to your one friend you stayed silent. At least there was no signed of extra blood that wasn’t from their fight. At least not that you could tell.

“Are you okay little bee? Don’t worry I took care of that little problem.”

What were supposed to be reassuring words had the complete opposite affect on you.

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Burning Fire

Part two of Playing With Fire, though it could be read as a standalone.

Summary: Aemond likes to punish you, but he gives in after so much teasing, finally giving his little princess what she really wants.

✧Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader ✧Warnings: MDNI 18+, p in v sex, daddy kink, degradation kink, praising kink, breeding kink, masturbating (m), slightly size kink, sex toys, thigh riding, cunt slaps (?), Aemond being mean, creampies. ✧Word Count: 4.8k ✧taglist: @qyburnsghost✧˖°⊹♡

Aemond looks at you, practically rambling at this point as his hips jerk up fucking the fleshlight.

“See how it takes me whole?” He murmurs, his voice strained as he makes you watch it.

Of course he didn’t stop at the first orgasm. He was truly magical, going for overstimulation and fucking the toy again. You were wondering if he used a cockring and you didn’t notice.

“Yes, daddy” you murmur in a not so happy mood, more resigned with the situation.

“Look how it stretches” he murmurs in amazement, and the wet sound of the fleshlight is persistent, and you could hear how his cock entered and pounded in the fleshlight. “Gods…” he groans, throwing his head back, as his breath hitches a bit.

You can see his hips rut in the fleshlight, wet sounds from the inside and his pretty lips were open as he pants. “Oh, come on, baby…” he says fucking the toy, obcsene sounds from the fleshlight as the lube made its magic.

“Look how prettily your pussy stretches, darling” he says looking at the toy, where his cock disappeared on it.

It took you a moment to realise that he was talking to you. He wasn’t rambling like before, but he was making conversation here. You felt his eyes on you once you didn’t respond.

“Yeah…” You say softly, and it felt strange, seeing how he pretended it was your cunt. Not the silicon body, but you.

“Take all of it, baby. You always take me so well…” The pounding starts again, the wet sounds and the obscene moans. “Take it, take it, fuck- You are going to make a mess on my cock?”

“Yes, daddy, I will, please..” you say, almost jumping at the possibility. You were right there. Now it wasn’t making you watch, but involving you fully.

“I know you will” he says smirking, his hands gripping on the waist as he forces the toy to take all of him, and you could hear how it did. “Full of me, full of daddy”

You whine pathetically at his words, and you look at him with frustrated eyes. You didn’t know which one was worse, if making you watch as he fucks the toy or if pretending it was you and make you watch.

“Poor baby” he coos with a smile, his movements stopping a bit, slowing down “you were so bad for daddy, you don’t deserve daddy’s cock”

“I know” You say, feeling really bad, and he moves his head to look at you, his poor baby, frustrated and all sad.

“Shh, baby” he says, moving his hip slowly, now more focused on you, at least. It was something, a little crumb. “Look at this mess you made”

You lower your head slightly, because what a mess. Your pussy aching for him, the fleshlight making the more obscene sounds that you wish your own cunt could reciprocate so loudly, and how the lube in his cock lowers to his balls a bit. And the bigger mess; the punishment.

“Pumping your pretty pussy” he adds in a slow voice. “Here, grab it”

You are confused as to what he means, and he raises his eyebrow as if telling you clearly; the fleshlight. He wants you to hold it as he fucks it.

You hesitantly hold the waist, now you stand on your knees a bit to keep it in place, and Aemond smirks as he grunts.

“Fuck, yeah” he moans, and his hands move to hold the hips, but even now, he doesn’t even attempt to touch your hand by casualty.

He fucks the fleshlight slow, but firmly. You can almost feel how the silicon moves at his thrusts, and it is something that unexpectedly arouses you, not just hearing how he fucks the toy, but now feeling how the toy moves with him.

His breath hitches as his hips go faster. The lube practically makes his dick slide in easily, and the sound proves it to you. You look at his face, at him. He was always so pale, and now his cheeks were more red thanks to his efforts.

If you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t be able to know when he came. His hips hesitated a bit, and he rolled his eyes back at the pleasure, gripping at the hips and making the silicon sink under his touch, as it milked his cock.

Once Aemond opens his eyes, he can see your precious doe eyes and how bad you feel, your eyebrows slightly angled upward as your lower lip makes that little pout. Your cheeks are slightly red, and how your shoulders are relaxed, he knows you are about to cry. In frustration, desperation and maybe -if you learnt something about this punishment- in shame. You didn’t say anything about his orgasm, you just stayed in silence and looked like a wet puppy.

He takes the silicon body out of his cock, throwing it away in bed as he then turns to look at you. You look at the ground, ashamed and he knows you are not faking your feelings for his pity.

“I’m really sorry, daddy. I know I deserved that”

“My pretty crybaby” He says softly, moving his hand to caress your hair a bit. You sit on your feet, and his hand pets you “You did good, baby. You did so good in your punishment. Better than ever before” He adds proudly, and you look up at him in his praise. Your precious eyes light up at his praise, and he loves how adorable you can be. “I even didn’t need to tie you”

He pets your head slightly. You, sitting by his feet, loving when he caresses you, it feels as if you were a puppy, a lapdog by his master, his owner’s side.

“A little reward should be appropriate, don’t you think?”

“If daddy says so” You say, quick to remember your place. He then knows that you deserve to feel good too, because after all, you are his precious baby girl, and he cannot go too long in being mean when you learn your place.

“Come here” He says, patting his lap, or to be exact, his right thigh. You accommodate between his thigh, a bit coyly as his muscular thigh is right between your legs, against your wet and needy pussy. “Now, baby. You get to grind in Daddy’s thigh” He says softly, rubbing the small of your back, reassuring you and making you feel more flustered.

“Oh” you say in a little voice.

“Mhm” He says amused. “Now, if you don’t want to…”

“I do want to” You cut him off quickly, and he has to suppress another smile. “uh…, I get to touch you too, daddy?”

Aemond thinks about it, and after some time, he hums in approval. You give him a quick smile, and he gives you a nod to start. He is impatient, and demanding, so you don’t take long to obey him.

Your hips start slowly, rutting in his thigh, your breath changes as your pussy starts to throb even more. You moan helplessly, as the friction helps the aching that you felt for too long.

Seeing Aemond fuck something that isn’t you, makes you mad. Sure. He has fucked his own hand, but it is always for you; as he keeps looking at you, obviously doing because of you. Having the toy ruins that, because he doesn’t… need you.

And the thought makes you anxious. So his comforting words, and assurance, and even this little treat, helps you soothe that. And he knows, you are sure he does, even unconsciously. That’s why you call him daddy and why you have never used your safe word; you trust him, you need him, you love him.

“Daddy, i-it feels so nice…” you babble incoherently, as your pussy grinds in his thigh, higher and then back to his knee. Once in his knee, you move your hips in circles to get more of that delicious friction.

One hand of yours is on his left thigh, making sure you don’t fall like a stupid girl. The other one, Aemond grabs it and interlocks his fingers, holding you close as he watches you get off in his thigh.

“I know, darling” he soothes you with a smirk, as he leans back smugly, looking at you with raw desire and lust. “My precious girl, so needy and aching for daddy. You are so special to me…”

You nod, mindlessly as your pussy clenches around nothing. You shut your eyes as the rhythm starts to feel perfect, and the pressure gets better.

“Such a shame you don’t know how to behave” he murmurs, looking at how you move your pussy in his thigh. Your panties are soaked, practically, and you were definitely ruining his sweatpants a bit, but he is not complaining. “Your pretty cunt needs daddy, and oh, your little clit…”

You whine, as his thumb starts to caress the back of your hand, and you keep grinding your hips desperately to get off, and with Aemond near it never takes you long to cum.

“If you behaved, daddy would eat this glorious pussy…” he starts teasing you, in a slight mocking, his other hand going to your hip, and forcing you to move at his disposition, however he wants. “But… hm, a shame, really. To become a beggar for an orgasm, because your mind can't think of anything but sex”

Aemond always had his way with words, and you knew this was affecting him as well. You kept your gaze on his thigh as your hips moved along it, but you had a view of his cock, hardening on his sweatpants once again. But he wouldn’t act on it, because it was admitting that his misbehaving baby girl had an effect on him, even when she was being punished.

It was admitting how wrapped around your finger you had him, doting on you and pampering you like a sweet princess. He loved it, and so did you.

“My little princess…” he says as you practically squeal, moaning and whimpering, your pretty cheeks flushed and your eyes closed shut, it was too much for you. “Daddy will help you, darling, how pretty you are”

You expect him to play with your clit, pinch it, or slap your cunt. But once he starts to slightly bounce his leg, you moan loudly in pleasure, now it is your turn to throw your head slightly back, and he adores his view.

How your tits bounce as well, even when hidden in your baby pink shirt, it drives him insane. Your little moans, louder and how you start to tighten the grip on his hand. He knows you won’t last any longer.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” You moan senselessly, and he has to force himself not to slide his other hand to grope your body, your tits or your ass, or to make his way to your pussy and slide his long fingers on your tight little hole, where your walls would suffocate his fingers, as they always do with his cock. “wanna… please, let me…” You say, too embarrassed to beg for an orgasm.

“Oh, you silly, silly, dumb baby” he says in a mocking coo as his leg keeps bouncing slightly and your pussy enjoys every friction that his thigh can provide. “Haven’t got it yet? You are not cumming”

You freeze, looking at him confused, as he stops bouncing his leg a bit, and you stay still in his thigh, even if your pussy practically screams and clenches for more friction.

“What?” You ask confused, starting to frown and your lower lips form an adorable pout that starts to make his dick really hard again.

“Yeah” He says as if it was the most obvious thing ever, and you hated it when he did that, talking to you patronisingly, and making plans where he did not tell you about.

“But… But you let me…” You say confused, and how he loves how your voice almost breaks at the let down.

“Grind on my thigh” He says with a nod, and he nods, acknowledging it. His face is stoic, almost, he is clearly playing with you. “Who said anything about an orgasm, darling?” He asks as if he was confused, but his smirk made it crystal clear that he was mocking your innocence in believing him.

“You are…” you start saying upset, as for you, it feels like your feelings have been played. “It’s unfair!”

“Life is. Much more with those who deserve it” he says looking at you with a raise of his eyebrow. “And watch your tone” he says sternly, and you keep frowning and sulking in his thigh, your arousal was almost dead by how upset you were.

He had you totally spoiled, and he very much knew it. You were his spoiled princess, always pampered with attention, with kisses, and he would practically eat your pussy anytime he could. And he knew that he could do any punishment, tying you up, spank you, make you wear a plug or even make you ride his shoe. But all of those were more like a reward, since you enjoyed them all with him.

Your real punishment? When he denied you of himself. You could simply not stand not having him. He knew it very well. He could see your face as he fucked the flashlight and threatened with replacing you; it hurt you, even if you knew that he won’t do that. And deny you an orgasm? Horrible. Because you wanted to prove to him how much he owns you, like this. How you could cum by only getting friction on his thigh and his words. Because that was his effect on you.

“You are truly stupid, or you just ignore my words?” He says, and you frown as you cross your arms on your chest, not saying anything because when you usually fighted back, it ends up badly for you. “I was just telling you how good you were, but you don’t think with your mind, do you? You think with your needy cunt”

“I took my punishment” You remind him, your tone is bittersweet. He frowns and sighs, looking at you as if thinking what to do with you.

“Too bad you need another”

You look at him, blinking.

“Undress” He commands you, and you want to deny him, as he has denied you. But you know that you could never deny him. So you do just that, and he also throws his sweatpants to the ground, and he smirks at your obedience.

He manhandles you at his taste, turning you around for you to sit on his lap. He moves to lean against the headframe, and you atop of him. With his right hand, he pats your thighs, instructing them to be apart, and his left arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place.

“Now, sweet girl” He says, your head resting against his shoulder, and his mouth on your ear, his cheek pressing to your head as he delights himself with the view below and talking to you. “Daddy will slap your pretty needy cunt” Aemond was loving every single moment of this.

“But..” you whine, and he grips a bit harder on your waist.

“Just five, baby” He purrs, convincing you to stay still for a bit. “Yeah? Five for daddy?” He coos you as he presses a kiss on the temple of your head, and you nod, looking at him with the precious meek expression that he adores.

Your legs are forcefully open, laying atop of him as his hands wander to your centre. You crave his fingers touching you, and you look how his hands move to open your legs more, and his left arm goes back to be wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place.

His hand accommodates in your cunt, his palm touching you but just keeping it there. You know him well; you know he is measuring the force and impact of his slap, not doing you any favour by trying to get you off.

“Daddy…” you whine at his hand, your hips barely moving so his hand is more pressed in your pussy, not just this feather touch.

“Shhh… let daddy slap your cunt” he says in that soothing tone, assuring but at the same time, so incredibly mean.

The first slap made you whine, as it made your pussy sting, and you squeal, squirming in his arms as he does that. He smiles, and slaps another time as you whine, and he kisses the side of your head in a failed attempt to soothe you.

“How many are left?” He asks to caress your hair softly.

“Three” You mumble with a pout.

“And for what is daddy punishing you?”

“Being a bad girl”

“And?” He asks, looking at your side profile as you think.

“Being greedy” You murmur “Being a brat”

“Because you think with your pussy. Because your pussy is the greedy one” He says as he moves his hand down to slap it once again.

It didn’t take long. Sure, just five slaps was a little amount. And Aemond could take his time torturing you, he has taken several minutes slapping your ass, with no number on mind, just until “he was satisfied with it” -as he told you that day-. Still, there was something about slapping your cunt that was so… peculiarly arousing, for him and for you both.

“Be a good baby, darling” He says, leaving another particularly harsh slap in your cunt, which almost made your hips move away from his touch, which he stops by moving the arm that was wrapped around your waist to hold your hips. “One more, pretty thing. Do you think you can take it for me? For daddy?”

You bite your lip thinking, turning your head to look at him as you think, just to nod after that. You look unsure, but for him, you would do it. He kisses your lips briefly, barely a peck as he accommodates your head to rest in the crook of his neck, as he looks down at your body.

He smiles, soothing you and cooing you with sweet nothings as he moves his hand to your pussy, his index and middle finger moving from your entrance to your clit, his digits moving along your folds softly, teasing you even so slightly. The last slap was more hard this time, and you sob at it.

Slapping you silly was always one of his favourite things to do. To see you sob and whining, squealing as you whine.. It was unpayable for him.

“Good girl” he murmurs, kissing the side of your head “Such a good girl when you want to, darling. You did so good” He coos, his hand moving caress the top of your head as a comfort, as he did between slaps. His arm around your body loses up a bit, and he moves a bit to sit better as you lean your body against him. “Proud of you”

You melt under his words, and he smiles at how adorable you could be. He loves it, and he keeps on kissing your face.

“Thank you..” You murmur

“No need to thank me, darling” He says softly, and he moves you up so his lips can kiss yours. “My poor baby, you have been teased too much, huh?”

“I deserved it, daddy” you murmur into his kisses, meek as you have his sweet affection once again. He smiles, you were such a simple creature, some affection and attention, and you melt in his arms.

“I’m so proud of you, princess” He whispers, kissing your lips and you move your body to wrap your arms around his neck.

He knows how desperate you must be, denied again and again of such affections and spoilings that you needed so badly. He can know it by the way your body pressed against his, and he smiles as you kiss him greedily.

“Want daddy to fuck you, darling?”

You nod, making a little noise while doing so, looking at him with needy eyes.

“You have to tell me, baby.”He says, looking at you with tender eyes as you bite your lip before speaking up.

“Yes, daddy. I want that…”

“Want what?”

“I want you to fuck me..” You say to him, and that is all it takes for him to move your body as if you weighed nothing.

He moves you in the same position, your back against his chest as he sits, and you almost lie atop of him with your legs open. It takes him no effort in moving you like a ragdoll, and he smirks.

“You are so wet, you don’t need anything else but daddy’s cock” his tone is delighted, as he mused about you and how to go on.

The tip of his cock teases your wetness, and you whimper slightly in need, and that little sound goes straight to his cock, erect and ready to fuck you as he fucked the fleshlight moments ago.

He always was kind when he pushed his cock in you, at least in the beginning. He lets you take some seconds to adjust to his cock, and it serves him to delight himself with your moans and whimpers, and how your body squirm from it.

“Daddy, daddy…” you sob, as you watch down to see your pussy be pounded by his cock, slowly but firmly.

“Shhh, darling. Let daddy take care” he says breathlessly, as your greedy cunt already starts clenching around his dick, as he slowly pumps into you, making you feel the shape of his cock in detail. “You are so needy, baby, you are not gonna last long, are you?”

“M’sorry” you mutter, squealing a bit.

“Press your knees to your chest” he instructs you, his heels pressed against the bed as his own legs are apart. “There we go…” he says, moving his hips up and down and you moan desperately.

He smirks, and he can hear the wet sounds of your cunt, and he has to let out a grunt.

“So jealous of a little piece of silicon, huh” he grunts as he teases you, and you whine in pleasure and annoyance. “What, are you jealous when daddy fucks a fleshlight?”

You don’t respond to him, and he is cruel enough to move a hand to your lower stomach, and press down so you can feel more intensely his cock pounding into your guts.

“Answer me”

“Yeah, yes, yes, daddy” you say squealing at the feeling of his hand, and you roll your eyes back, and he smirks. The slapping sound of his balls against your skin is delightful to his ears

“Stupid girl. Maybe be fucked like a fleshlight will make your jealousy go away, hm?” He says as a tease, but the thought instantly sticks to him. It takes him no time and effort to move you out of his cock and drag you all the way to the edge of the bed where he sits, and he lifts you to stand in front of him.

“What?” You ask, trying to get closer to him, and he shakes his head.

“Turn around” he says to you, opening his legs to make space, just like the beginning of the punishment. For a moment, his position made you think he would grab the toy and start fucking it again.

You weren’t wrong.

He takes your waist with both hands, gripping on the delicate skin, and he pulls you down to sit on his cock with no previous warning whatsoever. He moves you with no effort up and down on his cock, and he moans seeing your little precious body moving like this.

You realise moments later, when his cock is pounding deep in you, and Aemond is forcing you to bounce you on his dick, making you support your weight by putting your hands on his knees to help you bounce better.

He was fucking you just as he was fucking the fleshlight. Making you go up and down on his dick, like a toy.

“Fuck, darling. So perfect.” He grunts, his hands gripping harder as he more forcefully forces you to keep enduring the intrusion of his cock.

“oh, Daddy…” you moan helplessly, as your head throws back a little, and you roll your eyes back, because the new position feels delicious.

“Using you like a fucktoy, huh baby?” he says, his teeth gritting and he smirks, more forcefully and faster fucking you. “You are not just my princess but my personal fleshlight. That’s right, baby, you are my fucktoy, aren’t you? Say it”

“I…” you have to swallow thickly as you were practically drooling from how much his cock is making you dumb, and hoe much you missed being fucked after your punishment. “I am your… your personal fl-fleshlight” you say as you whimper.

“That’s right. So smart, baby.” He mutters as he can feel his dick throbbing so much inside of you, only to be met with your clenching pussy.

“I can’t take it, it’s too much dick…” you almost sob the words out, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure as his cock keeps on and on.

“You can take it, baby, you deserve all of it… My beautiful girl” he says and you whimper as you move your hips down, making you go closer to the edge of cumming.

“Can.. Can I cum, please daddy?” Your voice comes more desperate than you anticipated, afraid of being rejected and denied once again.

“Yes, babygirl. Cum on daddy’s cock” he says caressing your waist as the bounces are short and faster, he practically rut against your pussy as the obscene sounds fills the room, his balls hitting against your sweaty skin and your loud moans.

You cum almost in a command, after he said it it hit you immediately. You longed for it and it felt more great than ever. Your mind, almost numb from all of it and you had to bite your lip as your hands gripped in his knees to keep you in place and not make you fall.

Aemond comes a bit after you, still using your limp body a bit before he cums, balls deep inside of you and he fills you up with his cum as he so much likes. He loves the idea of breeding you, his cun so deep inside of you, making your belly swollen and full of him.

He breathes, hard as he presses his forehead on your back. He keeps you pressed against him so you don’t fall upfront, and you pant hard as you try to conceive a thought.

After a torturous punishment, this is paradise, as he soothes you with sweet words. “My sweet little princess, baby” he praises you, kissing your back.

You whimper a bit, and he smiles, hugging you from behind. He can feel how tired you must be, from all the punishment. He knows how to make it better.

“Come let’s cuddle up a bit and then I’ll clean this mess.” He says, trying to move you a bit, but you hesitate “Daddy’s got you, darling.” He says soothingly, but there is something so reassuring about his tone. “Relax, honey.”

You obey him, and he is the one to take you to bed and cuddle you up against him, as he kisses your forehead and then your lips.

“Good girl, baby” he soothes you, once you relax against his body. “My darling girl” he says kissing your head, his other hand going to rub the small of your back lovingly.

“Thank you, daddy…” you mumble, already mindless from how good being fucked felt after the torture of Aemond’s punishment.

“My little princess, it’s fine. You learnt your lesson” he coos you, and he smiles, leaning his head to rest against yours, his left cheek positioned against your soft hair. “Daddy is so proud, love…”

“You…. You won’t replace me?” Your voice is little, yet hesitant. He looks at you as he rubs your back, and he moves to kiss your lips.

“I won’t ever replace you. I love you too much for that, it’s only you. Always you” he says softly, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you” you say softly, resting against him, and keeping your hands together.

“I love you” he murmurs truthfully, and he smiles.

He has a tender smile, and you smile back, you were sleepy, he knows. He leans and kisses you sweetly.

“I will prepare you a bath, yes?” He says looking at you.

“No. Stay” you say, and he smiles and he kisses you again. Your tone is sheepish, and he can’t resist you.

“I’ll stay then” he says truthfully, and he can’t resist but to kiss you again. “It felt good, yeah?”

“So good” you mumble.

“I’m glad, baby, I love you, honey. You have no idea how much” he says, and you couldn’t feel happier. Because he’s there, always for you.

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