fmlsmut

[fmlsmut]

okay guys srry i didn’t do kinktober i got depressed lmao but i will get through the list slowly but surely :)

[fmlsmut]

KINKTOBER LIST >:)

This is my kinktober 2020 list! lmk if there are any specific characters you want to see with any of these kinks!

01) chains

02) degrading/masochism

03) pegging

04) ropes/bondage

05) hitting/whipping

06) blood

07) public sex

08) gun play

09) marking

10) temperature play

11) knife play

12) latex

13) sadism

14) size kink

15) mutual masturbation

16) edging

17) overstimulation

18) asphyxiation

19) blindfold

20) body worship

21) 69

22) thigh riding

23) fuck or die

24) spitting

25) food play

26) dacryphilia

27) mirrors

28) begging

29) high toxicity

30) toys

31) wild card >:)

[fmlsmut]

I’M BACK BITCHES

who should i write guys pls tell me idk i have like 1 paragraph of a loki draft but idk what to do w/ it. should i finish it or just toss it n start something new?

[fmlsmut]

Cat Got Your Tongue?

Pairing: Cheryl x reader

Summary: you were bored so you went to get some drinks, only to find a one-night-stand

Word Count: 2569 ;)

Warnings: you get nailed like jesus to the cross

It was just one of those days. Nothing was happening for you, so you decided that grabbing a drink or two would be more interesting than sitting around and doing nothing. Besides, there was a new bar that had just opened up a short fifteen minutes from your apartment, so you thought you might as well go check it out.

It was half an hour later and you were in your car ready to go, sporting a random pair of jeans and sweatshirt from your old college along with some old converse. You decided to go braless, you wouldn’t be out for that long... would you?

The bar was busy, even on a Saturday night. There were no seats left at the bar, so you ended up having to stand. After a while, you were contemplating whether or not you should order some fries and a second beer Before you could come to a consensus, a woman with silky red hair walked up next to you. There was barely enough room for the two of you in between the filled seat beside her and the wall next to you.

She smelled like expensive perfume and alcohol. She was intoxicating and you couldn’t stop staring... you didn’t want to.

You could feel her brush lightly against you and you were instantly affected. Lust was beginning to take control, but it was soon replaced with nerves when she noticed your staring.

“Don’t forget to blink or your eyes will dry out.” She flirtatiously said, snapping you back into reality. You could feel your cheeks turning red as she leaned over to whisper in your ear, “I’m Cheryl Blossom, by the way.” She bit her lip. “Nice jeans.”

“Nice hair.” You responded before realizing how dumb you sounded.

“Thank you, it’s a Blossom family tradition.” She explained with a flirtatious smile tingling on her lips. Thank god she didn’t take it the wrong way. “So what are you doing here?” She continued, “I like to know who’s who wherever I go.”

“Well, uh, I’m y/n and I’m a y/job. I had nothing to do tonight, so I decided to just say fuck it and check out the new bar. How about you, Cheryl?” You said, making direct eye contact with her during the last sentence. Her eyes were a beautiful brown that didn’t fail to suck you in.

“I help out with the family business.” She responded confidently. You studied her face as she spoke. Her skin looked so soft and smooth, not unlike her hair. Her eyes glittered and her plump lips were painted the most seductive shade of red.

“And what would that be?” You asked, unable to take your eyes away from those lips.

“Maple syrup. My lipstick has some in it...” Cheryl’s eyes flickered to your lips before returning to your eyes, “if you want to give it a try.”

You were almost too desperate.

In one swift motion, you cupped her head in your hands and pulled her in; the two of you were leaning into the kiss that was almost too aggressive. Cheryl’s lips tasted very much like maple syrup, and despite her warning, it still caught you off guard. They tasted so nice that you couldn’t help but to swipe your tongue against those large, sexy lips. She pulled away, leaving you wanting - no - needing more.

“Someone’s an eager little beaver.” She teased. You tried to come up with a witty response, but nothing came to mind. “What? Cat got your tongue?” Cheryl taunted after letting her words linger for a while longer.

“No,” You said confidently, trying to seem alluring, “you’ve got my tongue.”

At this, Cheryl threw some cash on the table and grabbed your arm, leading you out to her car.

“You ready for the best one-night-stand of your life?” She asked, sitting down in the driver's seat and turning the car on.

You nodded eagerly in response as you sat in the passenger seat. You examined her curves; those creamy thighs and full breasts, the way her eyes darted back and forth between you and the road, almost as if trying to decide which one was more important. The sexual tension in that car could be cut by a knife. You wanted her so bad. You wanted to have her under you, moaning and sweating, grabbing at the sheets. You wanted to have her all over you, making you do the same. Just the thought of it made you horny as fuck, and it was almost as if Cheryl could tell.

As you pulled up to her home, you were stunned by the sheer size of it.

“So maple syrup must be worth a lot these days.” You commented.

“You like it?” Cheryl asked, noting your reaction to the house, “it’s not my actual home, it’s just a vacation home.”

You nodded slowly, not wanting to be too much of a bother about the subject of her money and come off as rude. You were too turned on to ward her off.

The second that Cheryl took the key out of the car, you were ready to make a mad dash for the door, but Cheryl had other plans. She looked over at you and cupped your face in one hand, pulling you closer and placing the other on your waist, letting it glide up and leave goosebumps in its trails until it reached your breast and gently grabbed, kneading it pleasantly in rhythm with the kiss. Your mouths were tangled, and soon your tongues would be as you waited for an opportunity. You took a hand and put it on her thigh, traveling up and up, slowly enough to get the effect you were going for, but not so slow that it was a waste of precious time. Once you got past her skirt and up in between her thighs, so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating off of her vulva, she moaned. You saw the opportunity and took it, darting your tongue inside of her mouth. Now, your tongues were dancing with each other; battling for dominance. You were both hot and heavy on each other, tongues in cheeks and hands on bodies and in hair, but then Cheryl pulled away. The two of you were panting as Cheryl caught her breath to speak.

“We should take this inside.” She heaved.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, “we probably should.

The two of you held eye contact for a short while that felt like an eternity until Cheryl opened her door and stepped out of the car. You followed suit as the two of you practically ran towards the front door. Cheryl was struggling to get her keys as you grabbed her butt, making the both of you giggle.

The door opened with a thud and you were in the house. The inside was elegant, but it didn’t matter. You paid no mind to anything that wasn’t her. Cheryl led you upstairs to what you assumed was her room. She didn’t close the door and she didn’t have to, the two of you were alone in the house together.

Unzipping her dress, you whispered in her ear, “Baby, I want you so bad...” then to emphasize your point, you bit her ear. She sighed gently, making you even more determined than before to have her writhing beneath you.

Cheryl’s dress fell to the floor and she didn’t hesitate to get you out of your clothes as well. She grabbed the bottom of your sweatshirt and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. Your mouths danced and your tongues did the tango, only separating to make room for your sweatshirt. Cheryl took a step back to look at you in your jeans, your breasts fully exposed. You returned the look, examining her black lingerie. Her laced bra pushing her breasts up, making them look full. The bra was paired with a high-waisted panty that had lace adorning the sides. Her red thigh high boots were still on, only furthering her appeal. Cheryl was, in short, a bombshell.

“Wow,” you muttered, stepping towards Cheryl, a seductive look on her face. “You’re quite the vision.” You smiled and placed a finger under her chin, gently lifting it so her eyes meet yours.

“And so are you babygirl.” She responded, biting her plump lower lip.

With that, you snapped. You couldn’t help but to lean in and kiss her. Hard. Your hands grabbed her thighs before moving up them, feeling her stretch marks, and continuing upwards towards her breasts. You massaged them gently for only a short while and then went for her clasp. It came off easily. Her hands came out of your hair to let the lacy article fall past them. Cheryl didn’t give you time to admire her beauty but instead continued kissing you and undid your jeans. You shimmied out of them while she helped to pull them down, your hands on her breasts, massaging them and occasionally rubbing her sensitive nubs. Whenever you did this, Cheryl moaned into your mouth, only further encouraging you. Her nails were grazing your back just enough to give you chills. Your hand reached down to her underwear. You didn’t bother with removing this undergarment. Instead, you simply reached your hand down inside of it and began to rub, moving your lips from her mouth to her ear as she moaned.

“You’re so wet, baby...” You whispered, toying with her clit between your pointer and middle finger.

She moaned gently in response.

Your motions stopped. You pulled your hand away from her heat and pushed her onto the bed. Your hands were pulling down the fabric covering her as your head went between her spread legs. Taking your sweet time, you kissed the inside of her thigh while staring into her captivating eyes. Cheryl’s hands went through your hair, guiding your head towards where she wanted you. You obliged willingly to her demands and licked a stripe all the way up her slit.

“You taste so good.” You spoke, lips on her vulva. The vibrations made Cheryl moan and it was one of the best sounds you’d heard in a while and you didn’t want it to end.

Your tongue swirled around her clit, slowly at first. You wanted to hear her beg for it, your confidence increasing. Her taste was difficult to describe. It tasted like pussy, and all pussy tastes good. You quickened your pace, not wanting to take it too fast, but also wanting to please her. Cheryl’s breathing became more erratic and she moaned louder, pushing her hips up and forward, trying to get you to apply more pressure. In response, you pushed her down with your arm and hummed into her, only making her even closer to her climax. With one of her hands tangled in your hair, grabbing and pulling, she was losing it. You glanced up and saw her, mouth agape and head tossing feverishly while her free hand touched her breast, pinching her nipple. She was hot, sweaty and oh so close to finishing. She only needed one more thing. You took a finger and slowly put it inside her.

“Oh yes!” She practically screamed.

You moved your finger inside her, almost too slowly. She was, without a doubt, wet. It helped you move more smoothly inside her as you pulled your finger in and out of her at a faster and faster pace.

“I’m going to cum!” She warned, practically yelling the phrase out.

You kept pumping and sucking on her, tasting her and feeling her. She came all over you. It was warm and smelled like pleasure. You licked up as much of it as you could with the exception of a layer on your finger which you lifted to Cheryl’s mouth so she could taste herself. Her wet mouth forming tightly around your finger and her tongue swirling around it did nothing to halt your growing arousal. Dragging your tongue up Cheryl’s body until your lips met hers, you let your hunger take over. The kiss was passionate and intense, your mouths feeling each other and your tongues exploring one another. Cheryl’s hands found the top seam on your underwear and placed her thumbs under it, pulling you closer.

“Pull them down.” You commanded between breaths.

Cheryl teased for only a second longer before complying. She pulled the fabric down as far as she could reach. You rolled off of her and pulled them the rest of the way down. Now, you were both fully exposed.

While you were throwing your underwear to the other side of the room, Cheryl went straight for the drawer in her nightstand, pulling out a long, black strap-on.

When you turned around and saw her with it in her hand, your eyes widened at the size of it. You felt a little nervous, but mostly excited.

“You want this?” Cheryl offered.

“Yes!” You exclaimed, almost too eagerly.

You got yourself ready, getting on your hands and knees while Cheryl put the toy on. You soon felt her slender fingers making their way up from your ankles to your inner thighs, spreading them apart a little further than they already were to make room for her. Cheryl placed her head between your legs and traced a line straight down your vulva with her tongue, making you wetter than before, but what you really wanted was for her to thrust into you fast and hard.

Cheryl adjusted her position so that she could easily push the strap-on inside of you. She dragged you to the edge of the bed, making you drape your feet over the edge while you lay face-down on top of the sheets. Cheryl stood behind you, applying lube to the toy. The anticipation was killing you. You were so turned on and you felt empty inside without anyone touching you where you really needed it. That is until Cheryl finally inserted the toy into your vagina. She was slow and gentle at first, making you moan as you adjusted to the size of it. You could feel the foreign object inside of you, making a knot form in your stomach. You were so turned on from getting Cheryl off and it was making you beyond sensitive.

“Faster.” You moaned, needing more friction for the feeling in the pit of your stomach to strengthen.

Cheryl complied with your demand, thrusting the toy in and out in a brisk, steady rhythm. You were so close, but you needed one more thing to finish.

Shifting your weight from both arms to one, you brought your free arm back down between your legs. Your walls were clenching, you were moaning and sweating as Cheryl’s movements made you quiver. All it took was one touch and you came. Hard.

Your moans filled the room as you screamed in pleasure. Cheryl didn’t stop thrusting, letting you ride out your orgasm. Stars were blocking your vision as you finished and let the high run through your veins.

After a while, you collapsed and Cheryl pulled out of you. You groaned gently at the empty feeling. Cheryl plopped down onto the bed next to you.

“You rocked me hard babygirl,” she started, out of breath, “better than I thought it would be.”

“Next time you better raise your expectations.” You responded.

“Maybe I will.” Cheryl replied, “Maybe I will...”

[fmlsmut]

please do some girl character x girl reader pls or just a femslash ship

rip sorry this took so long but heyyyy I did it!!!! I’m about to post it ;)))

[fmlsmut]

help me

Hi, im currently trying to write a “dirty story” but i don´t relly know what im doing. I like the stuff you write so maybe you can give me some advise?

aight so here’s what you wanna do:

1) establish your characters. it doesn’t have to be super in-depth, but make sure the audience knows who they are, what they look like and why they’re ~getting it on~ it makes it much more personal and much more fun to write and read

2) foreplay foreplay foreplay. it’s difficult to make the actual sex take up a lot of space in your story because there’s only so much you can say other than like they touched here and then came. ya know? plus foreplay helps to increase the tension and act as a sort of a rising action I guess ???

3) keep in mind that this isn’t real sex. it’s fantasy sex. make it realistic enough that it’s plausible, but not so realistic that you throw in all the nasty parts of sex and make it sound unappealing

4) have fun with it! throw in the stuff that you enjoy and if your audience isn’t into what you’re into, that’s okay! an audience that is into that stuff will come. as long as you’re having fun with your writing and your stories, then it doesn’t matter.

I hope this helps!

[fmlsmut]

send me songs about vaginas to write to okay thanks bye

[fmlsmut]

can I be honest real quick and say that it’s really hard for me to not use words like tata, boobie, ding dong, dangley boy, va jay jay, ect. while writing smut thanks bye back to writing

[fmlsmut]

if y’all wanna link me to a smut playlist that’d be lit

[fmlsmut]

I ripped his pants clean off of his short stubby legs, the bulge that confronted me made my womanhood quiver, he was so big, could he fit? I slowly peeled his boxers off as his erection sprang loose, the small hairy man smirked as I dropped to my knees and stared at the masterpiece between his legs. The throbbing veins that decorated his manhood seemed to draw me closer. Soon, I was doing all I could to refrain from licking his god like shaft."you can touch it" he whispered in my ear as I whim

this sounds like a really good bit but can someone please tell me who tf the small hairy man is ???

[fmlsmut]

got something good in the works

here’s a hint ;)

(gif not mine idk whose if someone does know hmu so I can credit them)

[fmlsmut]

Just Friends

(lordy day sorry this took so long it’s been a busy couple of weeks)

“Can you do one where the reader is bffs with Dylan O’Brien in a “one of the guys” sort of way. One day they both run into some of the readers old friends, one which they seem more “friendly” towards and Dylan sees it as flirting (its not tho) and gets jealous to his surprise. Some smut in there would be nice, idk surprise me ;) also if you think my idea is a little to cliche, please, do what you must, I’d like to remain anonymous btw, plz“

No problemo my dude. I’ve never written about Dylan O’Brien before so if I get some stuff wrong I’m sorry. Also I’m super hyped about my first request!!! I hope that I get more.

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x reader

Summary: you and Dylan are friends, but when he finds himself getting jealous things heat up...

Word Count: 1292

Warnings: smut, oral female receiving, y’all bang like a 5-year-old on a pot

“So I think this is the first time that we’ve hung out without the rest of the group here.” Dylan chuckled to you, a beer in his hand.

Now that you’d thought about it, he was right. You two had been in the same friend group for a while, but you had never gone out alone with him before. It was kind of funny, actually, especially considering the amount of time you and your friends spent together. It was almost weird being by yourself with him and this made you slightly nervous, to begin with, but then you looked at him. Not just a casual glance as he tells a joke or asks you to pass the chips, I mean REALLY looked at him. He was way hotter than you remembered him being. His jawline, for starters, looked like it could cut diamonds and his hair was just so perfectly disheveled. He snapped you out of your trance by waving his hand in your field of vision.

“Hello? Anyone there?” He joked. You laughed and quickly responded with “Sorry I spaced out.”

“Spaced out all the way to Pluto!” Dylan laughed at his joke and you followed suit.

“Yeah well, everyone does it.” You justified.

“True...” Dylan gently responded, looking off into the distance.

“So,” His attention snapped back to you as you made eye contact. “How are you liking your beer?” You asked, a little mad at yourself for not coming up with anything better.

“It’s uh... very beer-like,” Dylan responded. “How about you?”

“Yeah, it’s not too different.” You laughed a little.

This was much more awkward than you thought it would be. You looked down at your beer, feeling his gaze stay on you.

“Y/n, we’re both adults here,” Dylan began, making you look back up at him. “You’re hot, we’re alone and we’ve got a little alcohol in our systems. Wanna go have sex?”

You thought he’d never ask.

You leaned over and kissed him. Hard. He kissed you back, setting down his beer and pushing the back of your neck closer to him with one hand and running the other up your arm. You pulled back and whispered in his ear, “let’s get out of here.”

The next thing you knew, you were inside Dylan��s house with him pinning you against the front door. Your kisses were hot and heavy, he was the same. Dylan’s arms met your waist and his lips, your neck. You moaned softly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you do that.” He muttered into your neck, the low vibrations ticking you a little.

Dylan’s hand wandered down to your crotch and rubbed. He did it hard enough that you could feel it through your jeans, but not so hard as to get you overly excited. You gently gasped in response to his touch. He hummed happily into your neck as his free hand went to your breast, kneading it pleasantly, but only for a moment before reaching down to take off your shirt. His lips left your neck for a short second as the fabric flew over your head before quickly reconnecting. Then, he went to undo your bra clasp but struggled a bit. You laughed and helped him out. “Thanks.” He muttered into your neck.

His lips made their way down to your breasts and lingered for a while, toying with them and giving you new sensations. You sighed in pleasure, but he didn’t stay there for long. Dylan’s hands were busy pulling down your leggings and your underwear coming down with them.

“It’s not fair.” You said. Dylan stopped in his tracks, giving you a questioning look. “I’m naked you still have all your clothes on.”

“Oh...” He looked down at himself and then up at you while you waited for the gears in his head to turn. “OH!” He exclaimed.

Dylan got up and started stripping as fast as he could while you stifled a laugh.

“What?” He asked, taking his belt off.

“You’re just so eager.” You responded.

He looked down and laughed with you before looking back up at you and wittily responded, “Who wouldn’t be?” with a big smirk on his face.

You slammed your lips into his before he had his pants pulled all the way down. He wiggled them down and stepped out of them while bringing his hands up to cup your face, leaning into the kiss. He led you over to his bedroom and sat down on the bed. You straddled him and pulled down his underwear before remembering that you had forgotten something.

“Wait just a second.” You whispered in Dylan’s ear before rushing off to your purse to try and find a condom. You dug through the cluttered mess while he whined from the bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ll be just a second!” You yelled back to him.

You finally found the square package nearly ran back to the bedroom, holding the condom up victoriously.

“Oooohhhhh,” Dylan said, now understanding the cause of your absence. “Smart.”

He put it on without standing up from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed. You straddled Dylan and pushed him back so he was lying down with his legs hanging off the edge of the bed. You lined yourself up with him and sank down. You felt him slowly fill you as you both moaned in unison. You began to bounce and he brought his hands up to your breasts and played with them, forcing your senses into overdrive. You brought your hand to your clit and rubbed it, slowly at first, but before long you needed more so you picked up the pace. You were a moaning and sweating mess above Dylan.

“God, you’re good at this.” He commented.

“Thanks but honestly, I’m running out of stamina.” You responded, breathless from the effort.

“I can fix that.” Dylan lifted you up so he was no longer inside you. You grunted a bit at the emptiness but knew that it wouldn’t be there for long.

Dylan got out from under you and let you lie down on your back before he got on top of you. He rubbed your clit, eliciting a moan from your mouth and making your hips buck up out of desire.

“You want it back?” He teased.

“Yes.” You begged.

“Yes, what.” He said gruffly.

“Yes... uh... please?” You laughed, you weren’t very good at this. Thank God Dylan wasn’t too serious of a person because he joined in your laughter instead of being weird about it.

“Close enough.” He laughed out.

As soon as the two of you got control of yourselves, he lined himself up with you and inserted himself, giving you that feeling that you yearned for. He went deeper than before and it drove you wild. You were moaning out his name and every dirty word you could think of. His thrusts quickened, but it wasn’t enough.

“Touch me, Dylan!” You moaned desperately. Thankfully, he complied.

He rubbed your clit hard and fast to match the style of his thrusts. With that, you closed your eyes in pleasure and let your body take control, grinding up against his fingers as you arched you back. You were breathless as you felt your walls clench and a wave of euphoria wash over you. Dylan continued to thrust for three or four more pumps until you felt him twitch inside you and he came too.

The two of you cleaned up the mess you made before going back to bed and cuddling.

“Fuck y/n, this was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made,” Dylan whispered in your ear.

“Anytime.” You responded lethargically before sleep took you over.

[fmlsmut]

Prompt Challenge

So I want to challenge/inspire myself so I’m going to ask you guys for some writing prompts and make a list of my favorites (as well as some that I come up with or see on social media) and let you guys request whichever ones you want and I’ll write with them. So feel free to submit prompts no matter how tame or wild they may seem!

[fmlsmut]

Stop Toying With Me

Pairing: Draco x reader

Summary: You see Malfoy as your fun little toy to play around with. One day he gets tired of you playing with him and wants to have a turn playing with you.

Word Count: 2650

Warnings: smut, fluffy ending, oral both male and female receiving b/c I like getting it and I also listen to deepthroat by cupcakke way too often, penetration, punishment kinda I guess, dom!draco, unprotected sex, things get hotter than the flames of hell

Malfoy had always gotten mad easily and angry people have always been easy to mess with, so naturally you messed with him. Some people would call you frenemies, but you saw him as a marionette and yourself as the puppet master. Today was different from most days though. Little did you know that Draco was just about fed up with you and was ready to blow a fuse.

When you saw him during class, he immediately made a sad attempt at getting your attention by throwing a crumpled up piece of paper at you. In response, you calmly flip him off and continue towards your seat.

Your seat was only a few behind Draco’s so you could easily mess with him. Sometimes, even though you hated to admit it, you caught yourself staring. His blonde hair was always slicked back so perfectly, making something inside of you want to run your fingers through it and mess it up. His skin was like porcelain and apart of you would be afraid to stroke it, for fear he may shatter. His eyes were kaleidoscopes that gave you a view straight into his soul. You could tell he was full of stress and hurt. Part of you wanted to make him feel better; to fix him, but he was just so easy to mess with...

Today was the first day that Malfoy had caught you staring.

“What are you looking at?” He spat out.

“Just wondering how anyone could leave their dorm and looking so much like a ferret.” You always kept this insult in your back pocket, just in case.

Draco’s face started to turn an undesirable shade of red due to his fury.

“It’s better than looking like bitch.” He responded with, sounding thoroughly satisfied with his snarky comment.. He smirked a little, thinking that he had won.

“Oh thank you! You know, I really do love dogs... but there’s one I’m not too fond of.” You wittily replied.

“And which dog would that be?” Malfoy asked, intrigued.

“You.”

Malfoy was speechless.

For the rest of the class he kept looking back at you with an angry look on his face while you kept a satisfactory smile on yours. You were feeling cocky, so when he had turned to face towards you for the fifth or sixth time, you winked. His face began to resemble a tomato, which made you smile even more.

When class ended, Malfoy stomped over to you.

“This is the last straw.” He said, breathing heavily due to his anger.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You responded, checking your nails and trying to act as oblivious as possible. Malfoy stepped closer, so close that you could feel his warm breath on your face and the heat of his body on your skin.

“I’m tired of you toying with me... now it’s my turn to toy with you.” He whispered tensely into your ear before giving it a small bite and placing a hand on your waist.

You whimpered out a little, but you weren’t scared. You were turned on beyond belief. You felt a heat between your legs and suddenly felt like you could melt in his hands. You needed his touch instantly and goosebumps raced from the top of your neck, down your arms and down your neck. Before you could lean in and kiss Malfoy, his lips a few short inches away from your face, he pulled away.

“I’ll be seeing you later.” He said, leaving you there feeling cold without him.

You regathered yourself and made your way out of the classroom.

Later that day, you were sitting in the library finishing your homework. You were looking down at the textbook you were studying, trying to make sense out of what you were reading when a hand landed on top of the page you were reading. You eyes followed up the hand to the arm until you saw Malfoy’s face. He leaned over so his mouth was right by your ear as he loomed over you. Your body tensed.

“I’m tired of people messing with me.” Malfoy whispered in your ear in a low, gruff voice. “Everybody’s always taking advantage of me, but I’m done. Now, I’m going to take advantage of you, y/n.” He kissed your neck and stayed there, hovering over it letting his hot breath hit you.

You would have felt uncomfortable and fought back if anyone else said this to you, but it was Malfoy and he was someone you wanted... someone who turned you on like nobody else had before.

You cupped his face with one of your hands and pulled it closer to your neck. “Do it Malfoy.” You breathed.

“Not here.” He murmured into your neck.

You quickly gathered all of your belongings and followed Malfoy out of the library, through the halls and up and down all sorts of staircases until you found the Room of Requirement. He held the door open for you and closed it behind him.

“This should be more private.” He said harshly as he hastily began to take off his robes. You stopped him while he was in the middle of loosening his tie.

“Slow down Malfoy, otherwise it’s no fun. Toys are meant to be played with for more than ten minutes.” You told him, focusing on his tie and using it to pull him closer to you. He grunted in response.

You kissed him slowly with one hand still wrapped around his tie and the other on the back of his head, pulling him close. His hands found your waist. One hand moved to the bottom of your back, pulling you closer. His remaining hand roamed up and down your back, up the back of your neck and into your hair. His fingers ran through it as you did the same to his hair. He pulled your robe off slowly and you loosened his tie, you kisses becoming faster and much more intense until he had bit your lip and you had put your tongue in his mouth.

You were both moaning as you stripped layers off of each other. Before you knew it, you were on the cold, hard floor with Malfoy on top of you; his naked body giving yours warmth. His hands were roughly handling your breasts and he was kissing your neck. He found just the right spot and started sucking as you moaned.

“Malfoy...”

“Call me Draco.” He responded with a hunger in his voice.

You writhed beneath him as he left more and more hickies down your collarbone and towards your breasts. He tweaked your left nipple and sucked on your right. You could feel yourself get hotter and wetter as Draco moved his mouth to your left breast and flicked your right nipple. Once he was satisfied with your reaction, he dragged his mouth down your torso, breathing heavily, until he was hovering above your needy wetness.

You were out of breath and yearning for his touch. In this moment, there was nothing more important than getting that friction where you wanted it, so it was obviously frustrating when he had the option to either just go for it and give you everything that you needed or tease you mercilessly, he opted for the latter.

Draco spread your legs out with his massive hands and began kissing, sucking and leaving marks in between your thighs.

“Draco...please touch me.” You begged.

“No y/n,” he said into your skin, “you played with my, now it’s my turn to play with you.”

This was not going to happen. You were not about to let this boy just do as he pleased without at least putting up a fight.

“Well then if you won’t touch me,” you struggled to breath out, “then you leave me no choice but to touch myself.”

“Touch yourself and you’ll regret it.” Draco snapped, bringing his head up to make direct eye contact with you. You gulped, but decided that you would rather have a few short seconds of serenity and face the consequences than to risk not being sexually fulfilled at all.

As soon as Draco had gotten back to kissing your thighs, gripping them hard with his large hands, you brought your hand down to your clit and began to rub. Unable to stop yourself, you moaned. At this, Draco looked up and grabbed your wrist. The look in his eyes was intense and honestly a little frightening.

“What did I just say y/n?” He asked through gritted teeth. You just lay there, scared, breathless and strangely still turned on as you felt your heart beat in your chest and your clit throb. “What did I just say?!” Draco had lost it.

“Not to touch myself.” You whimpered.

“And what did I say would happen if you did?”

“I would regret it.”

“That’s right sweetheart.” Draco purred, your heart fluttering at the nickname. “Now sit on your knees.” He demanded and you did as you were told.

“Good girl.” He praised you, calming your nerves a little. He stood up. “Open.” He commanded. You opened your mouth and let him put his throbbing member near it. You took him in your hand and licked the tip.

“Just suck it.” Draco groaned.

You did as you were told, taking him in and sucking your cheeks in. You tasted his salty member as he grabbed your hair, pulling back into a makeshift ponytail and using it to guide your head up and down his shaft. He pushed your head closer and closer to him until you were gagging and he was moaning and thrusting. Before you knew it, you were choking and he twitched in your throat.

“Oh Merlin babe, I’m gonna cum.” He managed to grunt out. Then, he did as he said he would as you felt a warm fluid running down your throat. You swallowed and he pulled himself out, sweating and panting.

“Now lay down.” Draco commanded as he tried to catch is breath.

You lay down on your back, feeling the cold, hard floor hit your back and your bare ass while Draco loomed over you. He kissed you intensely, like before, and you kissed back. You could feel him smile in satisfaction against your lips as he tasted himself on them, proud of his handiwork. Then, he paused and lifted his head from yours.

“Now that that’s over, let’s get back to what we were doing before, shall we?” He said with a sinister smirk on his face. You nodded as quickly and intently as you could. You were so turned on and you could feel yourself getting wetter than you were before as the temperature in your core peaked.

Draco brought his lips to yours once more for a light kiss before dragging them down your jawline, neck and torso at a painstakingly slow pace. His fingers brushed your skin from your shoulders all the way down to your hips. You had to fight every instinct in you to not yank his head down towards you and tell him to get on with it.

By now, his head was hovering over you and you could feel his hot breath on your bud. Draco didn’t take his time lowering his head onto you, licking up your overly-sensitive vulva. You moaned and arched your back, grabbing his hair and pulling.

“So needy...” He remarked as he rubbed your clit with his finger.

You moaned again, under the spell of his touch. He began to suck on your clit, eliciting an even bigger reaction from you as you began to grind against him, encouraging him to slip in a finger. You felt him inside of you and couldn’t help but to let a request for more fall out of your lips.

In response to this, Draco put in another finger and hook with them inside of you. You felt the tension inside you grow as you screamed his name. You were so close to finishing and Draco knew it. He pulled himself away from you, leaving you sweaty, panting, empty and frustrated.

“Not yet my toy.” He warned, sucking his fingers clean. He leaned over and whispered in your ear. “You taste so good pet, but i’m ready for something else.” And with that, he lined himself up with you and sunk himself inside. You both moaned low and loud. You felt yourself being filled up by him more and more until you were completely filled by his length. You felt him pull out and push in, letting yourself be filled and then emptied, filled, emptied, filled and emptied. You moaned and ground your hips against him, doing your best to increase this friction. Draco got the message and picked up the pace, making you moan his name and surround it with curses and obscenities. You dragged your nails down his back and bit his shoulder. He pulled out for a second, flipping you over so that you were on your hands and knees. Draco pushed himself back in a began fucking you violently, ripping his way through you. You curled your toes and tightened your hands into fists as you screamed in pleasure. He kept one hand gripped tightly around your hip and raised the other to smack your ass. It stung, but when it was mixed with the pleasure of his thrusts it felt good.

“That’s for messing with me every day.” Draco panted. He hit you again.

“That’s for controlling my feelings.” You could hear his emotions come undone and began to doubt whether or not he was talking to you or even about you. He landed another smack, surely leaving a bruise.

“That’s for controlling my life!” He yelled and grabbed your neck, choking you. You struggled to breath, but also felt your orgasm building. You were so close and you only needed a small touch...

You shifted your weight onto on of your hands while you let the other rub your bud and you came. Hard.

You would have screamed, but Draco was still choking you so it was difficult to make air come in, furthermore out. You needed for him to come back to reality and let go so that you could breathe. Desperately, you smacked his hand with your free arm as hard as you could. This seemed to do it. Draco let go of you and finished before realizing what had just happened. He pulled out of you and you lay down on your back and heaved in as much air as you could. The look on his face was full of shock and regret. This boy was much more troubled than you had already assumed.

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.” Draco began. You tried to interject and tell him that it was alright and that you still had a good time, but he cut you off. “I’ll just leave now and we can forget this even happened.” He rushed to put his clothes back on. You began to stand up to stop him, but found that you couldn’t without getting dizzy so you settled for sitting down.

“Draco, wait.” You said in a soft, raspy voice; it was the only sound you could make.

He turned around to look at you, a scared look in his eyes. You patted the ground next to you and he came over and sat down. You lean your head against his shoulder and wrap an arm around his waist.

“y/n I-” He began. You cut him off with a soft “shhhh” and a finger to his lips. He hesitantly put an arm around you and took a deep breath.

You two fell asleep there; you with his robes and arms wrapped around you and your face pressed to his chest. Your legs were intertwined and your problems were a subject for another day.

[fmlsmut]

I got some gooood shit coming out tonight stay tuned (gif not mine)

[fmlsmut]

I’m gonna try and have something out by the end of the week but we’ll see whether or not I follow through

[fmlsmut]

pedophilia is not a kink

If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again