#'next time we do the cock and ball torture drill we really need to go above and beyond to make SURE Jamie is castrated' '🤨'

[toxicroyjamie]

Even Beard thinks Roy is insane. Do you realize how insane you have to be for BEARD to think you're insane

[jinkicake]

Soft Touches

Osamu, Suna, Tendou, Tsukishima with a s/o that is very sensitive and gets aroused easily.

Miya Osamu x Reader

Suna Rintarou x Reader

Tendou Satori x Reader

Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Here you go anon~ I hope it’s okay. It might be a little OCC because I am still figuring out how to write the Inarizaki boys.

Semi-smutty,,,, Osamu and Suna’s are filfth 

WC- 2,184

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Miya Osamu

Osamu is chilling most of the time until Atsumu does something to piss him off

Despite his usual calm and relaxed attitude, he will still notice the first couple of times you tense when he touches you

It could be as simple as you gasping whenever he puts his hand on your shoulder or when you lean into his touch as he cups the back of your neck

Because of his personality, I think Osamu would be very blunt and obvious with his teasing

Especially when he sees how your eyes run all over his body, like he doesn’t want to be subtle with the way he touches you

Osamu loves being near you anyways so, he will always be touching in someway

He wouldn’t touch you in a possessive or overbearing way but more in a light, just reminding you that he is next to you way

Atsumu would use your sensitivity to his advantage as a way to further tease his brother, bringing out the wing spiker’s competitive side just to piss him off

“She always jumps whenever you touch her, are you sure you’re treating her right ‘Samu?”

Now, of course, Osamu isn’t going to bark out that it’s because you’re weak to his touch. No, he’s not going to that. Instead, he will bring you back to his room and make you cry his name out for hours. That way his stupid brother knows exactly how he treats you

“O-Osamu!” You screech as your boyfriend’s talented tongue continues to eat you out like there is no tomorrow. His large hands grip your thighs and hold them up so he can dive his tongue deeper into your entrance, his moans aren’t the only things he mutters against your lips.

“I’m going to eat you out until your legs are numb.” He states lowly and your breath hitches at the way his eyes shine competitively. You love your boyfriend, with your whole being, but sometimes you can’t help but get worried about him. This is one of those times.

“Osamu w-what’s wrong?” You grip his hair tightly, the gray strands tickle your fingers as you try to pull him away from your center but it doesn’t work. Osamu growls out and holds your thighs tighter so he brings you to yet another orgasm. The feeling washes over you as he sucks on your clit, bringing it into his mouth so he can torture it with his tongue.

You don’t mind when Osamu brings you home after school to spend hours between your thighs, you really don’t but, you’re curious as to why he is doing this.

“Stay fucking still.” He orders and you wince at the curse word. Of course, he is pissed off about something. “You still want more, don’t you?” Osamu moves up to hover over you, his dick twitches in shorts at how captivated you look with him.

“Yes, please, Osamu.” You pinch your eyes shut when he runs his hands up your sides, fuck it you’ll find out why he’s angry later.

“Good girl, be extra loud for me, my delicious little berry.”

Suna Rintarou

Suna would very early on pick up what his touches do to you

He always watches you carefully, just observing everything you do, not in a weird way but in a ‘he is so infatuated, never felt like this before’ way

He is always thinking about you like he might not say much but he always plays the conversations you have in his head

So when Suna notices the way you tense when he touches your lower back or when he grabs your hand, needless to say, he is very amused

He would love to tease you but is very innocent about it, to the point that you can’t tell if he is doing it on purpose or not

Like, let’s say you’re at his house and you’re trying to get something off one of the higher shelves. Suna will just slide past behind you and press his crotch into your backside as he easily reaches up and grabs the cup you were trying to get

“You need anything else, baby?” He’d smile down at you but the way his lips are curved show his playful intentions

Suna seems like the type to not play games so if you’re watching a practice of his and he sees the way you react to him, he will not hesitate to fuck you once the practice is over

He seems to be very disciplined, maybe, in a level head sense so you would think he would have the brains for the two of you

That brain leaves his head the minute he gets turned on, like come on he is an Aquarius do I have to say more?

In your defense, it is completely not your fault that you’re getting dicked down in the locker room. It is not your fault that whenever Suna jumps to block a ball his shorts rise up and expose his thick thighs. It is not your fault that his shirt lifts and exposes a tiny bit of his abdomen and his sleeves bulge around his strong biceps. It is not, in any way, your fault that you get so utterly turned on while watching your boyfriend play that you squirm on the bleachers. Suna always watches you so carefully and a smirk always makes its way onto his face when he notices the way your thighs press together.

“You just couldn’t wait? Could you?” He breathes as his hard cock continues to pounds into your entrance, drilling so deeply into you that your eyes roll to the back of your head. “I forgot how much of a whore you are.” Suna chuckles quietly and presses kisses all over your shoulders, it’s odd how rough his words are with you but he holds you like you’re made of glass. One of his hands grips your throat while the other grabs your hip so he can press you further against the locker, you’re not going anywhere. “Did you get turned on while watching me? I could see the way you were squeezing your thighs together, did that help your little pussy feel better? Or is my cock the only thing that is able to satisfy you.”

Suna is always so quiet but when it comes to fucking you, he always has the dirtiest words to say.

“Rintarou, please,” You whimper and your tall boyfriend squeezes your throat, unknowingly trigger your orgasm.

“You need me to go harder? Huh? You-“ He cuts himself off with a loud grunt as he feels your walls clench around his length, Suna continues to snap his hips into yours and fuck you through your orgasm. “I forgot how much you like getting choke, sweet little thing.”

Tendou Satori

Tendou will tease you all the time

He does not care where the two of you are, he either has a hand around your hip or on your thigh

Tendou does not know subtle either, he probably likes making a show of touching you in front of other people because it shows them who you belong to~

He loves to watch you get flustered and cower under his gaze, when you try to hide from him it just makes him want you even more

Tendou will purposely stand behind you, with his arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried into your neck, so he can grind into your ass

Whenever you’re talking Tendou will purposely drag his eyes all over your body, not hiding in any way that he is staring at your lips or your chest or your thighs

If you stutter or lose your train of thought, he’d be suuuch an asshole

“Keep going angel, what were you saying?”

Innocent bastard.... like he isn’t the one eye fucking you in public

Tendou just likes to play with you and if you try the same thing back with him,,,, he will fuck you right then and there. He goes from playful to serious in seconds

“Now, now, Semisemi you’ll get a girlfriend someday!” Tendou waves to his friend and the brewing setter flicks him off as he walks away. It’s early in the evening and practice just ended when Tendou says goodbye to his teammate. Much to his delight, he finds you outside the gym waiting for him. “Ah, you came to see me, how is my favorite angel today?” He coos and his arms immediately wrap around your shoulders to bring you into this chest.

“Fine,” You roll your eyes, and Tendou smiles fondly down at you, flirting his eyes towards your lips.

“Tell me about your day.” He moves his lanky arms down to your waist and doesn’t ignore the way your breath hitches.

“Well, I had that test in bio today, which was awful, and then in- Tendou!” You scold at his wandering hands, trying to slap them away but Tendou keeps his grip on you. “In literature, I almost fell asleep. Wait why are you asking me when we literally sit right next to each other?” You scoff and Tendou leans down to rub his nose against your jaw.

“Is it a crime for me to be curious about how my little love’s day went?” He pouts at you and you relax into his hold, loving the way he touches you more than anything else.

“I mean with the way you stare at me all day, you’d think you already know how my day went.” You sass back and Tendou nips at your neck, pulling you flush against him so that he can rest one of his legs between your own.

“Touché.” A weak noise slips from your lips as Tendou works his way up to your neck. “You got me there angel.”

Tsukishima Kei

Every time I write something about Tsukishima I always start off with how much of a little shit he is, so here we go. Tsukishima is a little shit

This mf is another one who is very observant so he picks up very easily just how sensitive you are

His eyes would lighten and a small smirk would appear on his face whenever you shudder at his touches

It could be as simple as him running his fingers along your spine and he goes crazy when you whimper, he relishes in all your reactions

When Tsukishima finally understands all the giveaways that tell when you are turned on,,, you’re in a for a long ride

Tsukishima would be so teasing and would act so innocent like “oh my, (Y/N) are you okay?” Or “what’s wrong?”

He will purposely do stuff just to get you all hot and bothered, he’ll stretch his long arms above his head and watch as you drool at the way his shirt rises and exposes his skin

Tsukishima loves how sensitive you are and not for the reason you may think,,,,

Like sure he loves to use it to his advantage to tease you but I think he would LIVE to hear the noises you make every time he touches you

He just likes to know that he is the one making you feel good </33 He loves hearing the praises you have for him, he gets off to it 

“You know how sensitive I am, Kei!” You stomp your foot like a child and your boyfriend just covers his mouth to try and muffle his snickers. His glasses flash when he tilts his head down to hide his face from yours, more specifically so he can get himself under control. “They definitely thought we were going something gross.”

You physically cringe as you think back to the way Yachi gasped at you with wide eyes, her face turned completely red. Yamaguchi reacted pretty much the same as an awkward silence fell over the table. All you wanted was one, nice, double date but that was too much to ask for. Tsukishima simply could not keep his wandering hands to himself.

“Shut up, who cares.” He rolls his eyes and you puff your cheeks out at him, trying to calm yourself down.

“I care! They probably thought that-“ You whine and Tsukishima tilts his head down at you, encouraging you to continue.

“Thought what?” His eyes hold you in place and you turn your face away from him.

“That you were touching me or something!” Tsukishima laughs loudly at your explosive words and you frown even more, he reaches out to grab your hips and squeezes roughly to make you moan once more. “K-Kei, ah.”

“Oh, you mean like they thought I was fingering you or something?” He mocks and you want to slap that smirk right off his face. His vulgar words make you choke. “Sounds like you really wanted me to touch you. Hmm? Don’t worry, I will, you just have to beg first.” 

Your heart is practically beating out of your chest and with the way Tsukishima is towering over you and looking at you with such a hungry gaze, you can’t find it within yourself to be angry at him anymore.

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[skinsharpenedteeth]

RNM After Dark - Friday - Down to Earth

Here's my submission for @rnmafterdark

Day 1 - Down to Earth.

It features... dom/sub behavior, discussions of kink and safewords, impact play, cock and ball torture (CBT), masochism, sadism, a little bit of humiliation, and a school bus converted into a sex dungeon...

it's 6400 words, rated E-AF for Explicit As Fuck.

Also posted on AO3 for your kudos-ing, commenting, and bookmarking pleasure!

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"What You Need and What You Want"

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Alex didn't know why he needed it. He'd thought he was past needing to be yelled at after basic and living with his father, but the drill sergeants could only yell at you about the most superficial weaknesses. He could be called soft, pretty, or a mama's boy all day and it wouldn't even tweak a nerve. But late at night in foreign cities stateside and abroad, in clubs he’d found for people like him, people who needed something more, he had found other men who got closer to making him feel the way he needed to feel. Their rough hands, their sharp words, and the way they weren’t moved by his tears unless he said a word to make them stop, had turned out to be exactly what he’d needed that was more.

Then Alex had come back home from combat and anonymity. He’d tried to move into his old life, tried to fit into the version of himself that was normal, and found out that so many things were not what they seemed. But he hadn’t been able to get what he needed in a small town. So he’d driven to Albuquerque, looking for someone to fill that part of himself that needed to wallow in punishment and pain. But Albuquerque wasn’t big enough, wasn’t dark enough, wasn’t learned enough to know the difference between dominance and cruelty. It was close enough though. Close enough for Alex to fill in the gaps with his mind of the things he was missing.

Michael had noticed his trips. Michael noticed everything. He’d noticed that Alex wasn’t coming home calm, but haunted. He'd come home with the edge taken off, but not the need taken care of. Not fully. Never fully. The itch was always there, just sometimes more manageable if he'd let someone slap him around for a bit. The trips had been to someone who would do just that. But they didn't know him. Not really. He’d been the one to point out to Alex that he really wasn’t getting what he needed. Then, after an out-of-town trip that had left Alex with one too many bruises and scratches and a significant limp, Michael had begged him to let him help instead of continuing to go to someone who wasn’t treating him right.

"Just come to me for it," Michael had said, half order and half offer. Alex had scoffed initially. He hadn't thought Michael had understood what Alex actually wanted. Michael had leveled him with a glare and continued. "I don't like the idea of you going somewhere else for this. I don't like the idea of you trusting a stranger. And it's obvious it's not enough. Next time you have to scratch the itch, just come to me."

"Sure," Alex had agreed. He'd said 'sure’ like he meant 'not a chance'. Then he'd had a week of nights filled with nightmares. Caulfield, explosions, death, dismemberment, and ghosts plagued him whenever his body lost the fight to unconsciousness. The guy he'd been seeing was too far away and busy and Alex was almost trembling with the need for someone to bleed the tension out of him. So he'd called Michael just to see. Maybe he could do it. Maybe he could be enough until Alex could find another person or another way.

He’d never expected it to work, but he’d underestimated how well Michael knew him. Michael saw the way he seemed to bend towards harsh criticisms against him or his family. He saw how he warred with letting go of those terrible pieces of himself and holding onto them as tightly as if they were his security blanket. Michael had seen inside his mind and had rooted around for the most shameful things to use against him. Once Michael had figured out what he'd been going out of town to get, he’d made Alex an offer he couldn't refuse.

Alex stepped up into the old yellow school bus apprehensively. It sat near the Airstream in the junkyard, electric cables running to it and making it glow through the cracks. Michael had blacked out the windows with paint, making it look vaguely ominous in the blue hours of dusk. He wasn't sure what he'd find inside. What he found was a work in progress.

The cavernous space had been stripped of the seats and given a new floor. Michael had installed a drop ceiling down the middle of the bus and lined it with invisible lights around the edges. It made the ceiling dark, but the rounded walls and windows glow with subdued light. The effect was modern and sophisticated, and not at all what Alex would normally expect from Michael. Michael was watching him take in the bus's interior from a dark modular sofa that had been pushed along the side of the bus. He was wearing a loose, distressed pair of jeans and his ever-present plaid-over-tank combo. Alex felt his apprehension tighten the muscles in his back, but he pushed forward until he was standing in front of Michael looking down at him. He shoved his hands into his pockets and made a show of looking around the bus.

"So, starting an escort service?" Alex asked, watching for Michael's reaction.

"Maybe. Nothing wrong with sex work. It wasn't what I had planned for this space, but maybe there's a niche market for a mobile brothel in Roswell," Michael answered, spreading his arms over the back of the sofa and leveling Alex with a look. "I assume you didn't call to insult my decorating."

Alex scoffed. He shook his head slowly and gave Michael a wry smile.

"No. I guess I didn't," Alex replied. "So are we going to do this?"

"Sure. But sit down. We need to do some quick housekeeping," Michael said, waving to the empty space next to him. Alex sat and tried not to fidget. He didn't want to talk right then. He wanted to hurt and have the demons inside him go silent and be sated. Michael watched him silently, gaze intense and laser-focused to the point that Alex stilled himself, suddenly self-conscious.

"Okay. So, first I need to know what you want out of this," Michael started. Alex rolled his eyes, but Michael just kept looking at him, even and steady.

"I want… release," Alex bit out. He could feel a flush starting to heat the skin of his neck. This wasn’t what he wanted to talk about.

"I'm assuming you don't mean orgasm...well, or not just orgasm. How do you want me to give that to you?" Michael asked. Alex's knee bounced and he scratched his thumbnail over the inside of his palm, letting the sting settle him enough to answer Michael's question.

"Yes, orgasm would be nice. But, what I need isn't just physical. I want to… I need you to… I need someone to make me make my physically feel as shitty as I need mentally. I need someone to strip me bare and then flay me alive. I need to hurt. I need to feel… empty at the end of it. Quiet, ya know?" Alex explained. His thumbnail scratched over and over, dragging across the same spot. Michael's hand closed gently over his wrist, startling Alex out of his thoughts. Alex looked up to catch Michael's eye and felt Michael pull his hand away and lay it on his thigh before taking the hand Alex had been scratching and holding it in his own.

"Do you need this to be verbal or just physical?" Michael asked, carefully. Alex tried not to let his shame overwhelm him. He wanted both. He needed both so badly and he hated how weak that need made him feel.

"Both," Alex replied just as quietly. Michael waited for a moment before speaking again. Alex watched the gears turn behind Michael's eyes, but he didn't see any pity in his expression… or disgust. A small part of him was surprised. He'd expected one or the other.

"So, hard limits?" Michael continued. He had started to rub his thumb sweetly over the red line Alex had made in his palm. It was at once painful and soothing.

"Nothing permanent. No choking, for obvious reasons. No broken skin. Don't call me ‘soldier.’ Don't call me ‘son.’ Don't make me…" Alex broke off, suddenly feeling ashamed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Michael paused his thumb over the scratch and pressed down firmly. A bright flare of stinging pain gave Alex the resolution to continue. "Don't make me feel good about any of it til we're done. And I don't need aftercare."

"Aftercare isn't optional, Alex. Not for you, not for me. That's a hard limit of mine," Michael replied, voice low and serious. Alex stared at him before huffing out a little laugh.

"How would you know what your limits are? Have you done this before?" Alex asked, removing his hand from Michael's. Unconsciously, he'd started to turn his body more towards Michael's. One leg was folded in front of him on the couch seat, his prosthesis still resting on the floor of the bus.

"You're not the only person who's found themselves with a need that wasn't fulfilled by what was easily obtained. You're not the gatekeeper to kink. You were gone for ten years and I had plenty of time to experiment and learn on my own. Stop acting like just because I've never been off the continent, I'm a fucking narrow-minded moron." Michael's voice was sharp at the end, making Alex flinch internally. He couldn't imagine a world where Michael had explored BDSM or kink. He'd just assumed Michael was drinking and sleeping around like a college frat boy the entire time. It stung Alex that he hadn't even imagined Michael really living a full life without him. He always just thought of Michael biding his time, waiting on him, perpetually looking over his shoulder and waiting for Alex to appear on the horizon. What a selfish, egotistical dick he was to assume Michael had nothing better to do than cool his heels dreaming of an idolized version of Alex (the version of Alex that he wished he was in reality, that he tried to be and failed to be every single day).

"Sorry," Alex said after a quiet span of minutes where he manually adjusted his mental image of Michael Guerin.

"Try again, Alex. And look me in the face while you do it." Alex raised his head and looked at Michael. He looked older and calmer than he had a moment before. He looked like he was wearing all the years of his life on his shoulders and he was used to the weight of carrying them. Alex felt younger somehow. He felt chastened.

"I'm sorry, Michael," he repeated, keeping his eyes locked on Guerin’s. Michael nodded once before continuing.

"What's your safeword?"

"Finland," Alex replied without hesitation.

"Mine's ‘orbit.’ Are you okay with using the stoplight system?" Michael asked easily. Alex nodded.

"So, do you want a trial run tonight?" Michael asked.

Alex took a deep breath and nodded again before clearing his throat, knowing he had to speak it out loud. "Yeah, sure. Let's give it a go."

"So stand up and take off your clothes. I'll be right back," Michael said as he stood up off the couch. Alex stood also and waited for Michael to disappear behind a partition that presumably hid the way to the bathroom. Slowly, Alex undressed himself, feeling nerves and anticipation start to flutter behind his bellybutton. He folded his clothes and laid them on the couch. Before he had to figure out if Michael wanted him to be kneeling or not, Michael came back into the room. He'd stripped off his plaid shirt and was just in jeans and a tank. Alex watched him walk across the room and pick up a remote from one of the window ledges. He pointed it towards the ceiling and the lights turned from a warm golden light to an almost sinister red.

"Going to murder me?" Alex tried to joke. Michael gave him a quick grin.

"Want a different color? I've got the full range. We can disco through the whole pride flag if you want," Michael joked back.

"No. Red is fine," Alex assured him. While he spoke, Michael had discarded the remote back onto the window ledge and moved to stand in front of Alex. He reached up and brushed some of Alex's hair behind his ear, watching his own action contemplatively.

"So what brought this on tonight? What are you feeling?" Michael asked, eyes seeming to float back to meet Alex's while his hand rested on the side of Alex's neck, fingers gently playing with the too long curling pieces near the nape of his neck.

"Just… stuff. Nightmares," Alex mumbled, dropping his eyes and staring at the dark patch of chest hair that showed above the scoop collar of Michael's tank. He wanted to get started. He was doubting his decision to come. Why didn't Michael just do something already?!

"What would you tell your anonymous Dom in Albuquerque or Santa Fe if they asked?" Alex's eyes darted back up to meet Michael's and he scowled. Through tight lips, he managed to spit out an answer.

"They wouldn't have asked about why I needed it, they’d just give it to me."

"Well, you gotta give me something to work with here. What feeling is causing the nightmares?" Michael asked patiently. He let the knuckles of his left hand drag down the side of Alex's bare stomach, reminding him that he was standing naked in front of Michael while he stood there fully clothed. Maybe they should've just had sex. Maybe that would've been enough.

"Guilt. I feel… guilty about a lot of things," Alex finally confessed, shame filling his cheeks with heat and color. Michael nodded, almost to himself.

"Okay. I can work with that," he replied. Then his hands slid away from Alex's body and he stepped back. He let his eyes travel down every inch of Alex's skin and back up. "I thought I told you to get naked."

Alex furrowed his brow in confusion and looked down at himself. He wasn't wearing any clothes. Michael smiled and bent down slightly to tap at Alex's prosthesis. Alex looked at him, still confused.

"Take it off. I'm going to have you kneeling on a pillow when you're finished. Arms up and behind your head," Michael instructed. Alex sat back on the couch and began to remove the prosthesis. Michael produced a square floor cushion and sat it in the middle of the bus floor, then stood in front of it and waited on Alex to finish. The floor cushion was just far enough that Alex would have to crawl to get to it from the couch. Humiliation bloomed in his stomach, and his cock twitched with interest. Michael was testing him.

Lowering himself down from the couch, Alex crawled the short distance to the floor cushion and then began to arrange himself. He sat forward on his knees, widening them for easier balance, and then slowly he lifted his arms up and interlocked his fingers behind his head. He was bared for the cool gaze Michael was giving him, and it thrilled him how very vulnerable he was in the position he’d been asked to hold. He could and would hold the position easily, but Michael could also just as easily knock him to the ground if he chose to. Alex let his eyes lift only as far as Michael's best buckle, brain beginning to quiet and settle as he did so, and then he waited.

"Very good, Alex. You look good like this," Michael complimented with a slightly mocking edge to his tone. He made a slow half-circle to stand behind Alex so that Alex could see them. "So you're feeling guilty, huh? Think you need to earn your forgiveness? Want someone to take your penance out of your flesh?" Michael asked from behind him. Alex nodded briskly, not sure if he was allowed to speak. "What do you feel guilty for? Because I can't punish you for having dreams."

"Just… everything. I'm so angry at myself for not being over shit. For failing you, for failing my dad, for failing everyone," Alex choked out, feeling like fleeing but forcing himself to stay still.

"How did you fail me?" Michael asked, voice cool and impartial. Alex appreciated the lack of emotion. It helped him keep going. He wouldn't be able to continue if he could tell he was hurting Michael with his honesty.

"I always underestimate you. You’re better, smarter, and more capable than I think you are a lot of the time," Alex admitted. Michael hummed thoughtfully.

"How many hours of sleep do you think you've gotten this week, Manes? Sixteen? Twenty?" Michael asked. Alex did the rough mental math in his head. He cleared his throat before he spoke.

"Fifteen-ish," he answered. His lower back muscles were starting to quietly let themselves be felt as they were continually used to keep him upright, the muscles in his thighs and arms warming up from holding him still. He felt Michael step up close behind him, legs on the outside of his own and cool belt buckle pressing into the bottom of his interlocked hands. Michael's hands slid through the gaps between his arms and shoulders and smoothed down his chest before scratching back up, nails dragging red lines into his tanned skin. He shifted into the sting, wishing for Michael to scratch harder.

"Color?" Michael asked quietly as his hands once again smoothed down Alex's pecs.

"Green," Alex answered through a harsh breath as Michael scratched back up, but harder. The bite of pain had Alex gasping in surprise, and he felt his cock starting to plump up from the attention.

"How about I give you ten on your ass and give five to your balls? If you take your punishment good, I'll help you cum. Does that sound fair?" Michael asked, thumbs rubbing roughly over Alex's nipples. The low thrum of arousal was starting to build under Alex’s skin from Michael’s words. The low level sting from Michael’s nails was already starting to put him in the right headspace. He closed his eyes for a moment, just enjoying the rough push and pull of Michael’s fingers on him.

“Yes,” Alex agreed out loud. Michael brought his hands back up to rest on Alex’s shoulders. He bent close to his ear before speaking again. His breath was warm where it tickled over Alex’s skin.

“Then get on your elbows and knees. I want your ass higher than your head,” Michael instructed. Alex took a deep breath in and nodded before unclasping his hands from behind his head. Gingerly, he moved until his head was resting on top of his forearms against the floor. He tucked his knees under his hips and presented himself. He was keenly aware of how exposed he was. The cool air from the A/C unit fluttered over his backside. Michael hadn’t moved as Alex had gotten into position, so he could also feel the threat of someone lording over him. He could almost feel Michael’s eyes trailing over his naked skin, taking his time, mentally caressing every curve. After what felt like an eternity, Michael moved. He knelt down next to Alex’s side. When his fingertips started to skim down Alex’s side, it made him jump.

“None of that now,” Michael said, though his tone was soothing instead of harsh, like Alex was a spooked horse he was trying to calm. His hand continued stroking gently over Alex’s side and then down his back, around the curve of his ass and down his leg. The touch almost tickled and Alex had to fight not to flinch or shy away from the sensation.

“You always think you know better than me, don’t you, Alex?” Michael asked quietly. He shifted his body, moving further down Alex’s body and behind him. He started to use both hands to tickle over Alex’s back. When he got to his ass, though, Michael paused. Carefully, he spread Alex’s cheeks to look at his hole. A light touch of Michael’s thumb trailed down the center, barely glancing over Alex’s hole, and then down over his taint until Michael could cup Alex’s balls in his hand. He massaged them gently in his palm, pulling gently at the skin of his sack. Circling his thumb and forefinger around the base of Alex’s scrotum under his cock, he used the other three fingers to cup around the fleshy sack and began squeezing gently. Discomfort and heat prickled at Alex’s skin, making him whimper softly when Michael’s hand began to tighten and loosen in a slow rhythm. It wasn’t rough, wasn’t painful, but it was uncomfortable in the way that triggered his most primal instinct to escape. Alex stayed still and breathed deeply against his forearms. The feeling was mesmerizing, so it caught Alex off guard when Michael reached down with his free hand to stroke his cock.

“Fuck!” Alex burst out, shifting restlessly knee to knee. Michael held still as he settled. The electricity of that touch crackled along Alex’s nerve endings, pins and needles under his skin.

“Color?” Michael asked, not moving.

“Green,” Alex replied, feeling suddenly out of breath. Without warning, the hand that had touched Alex’s cock came down with a crack on one of his ass cheeks. This pain too was electric, but more like a quick strike of lighting, localized and bright. Alex swore, but tried to stay still.

“One,” Michael counted. His hand rubbed over the stinging skin before he removed it. A moment later, he was using it to loosely stroke over Alex’s cock. The hand around Alex’s balls tightened, again threatening the violence that Alex wanted. He moaned, wishing for more. “I was just never good enough for you, was I? But you kept coming back. Kept slumming it with the foster kid. Did you think I didn’t notice the way you kept me secret?”

Another slap against Alex’s ass, another sting, and another gentle caress by Michael’s hand over the heated skin. The next one came faster and harder than the first. Michael learned forward over one side of Alex’s back, the roughness of his jeans irritating and wonderful over Alex’s heated skin. He leaned close enough to be able to rest his chin on Alex’s shoulder.

“Two and Three. You’re an arrogant piece of shit sometimes, Alex. You’re wrapped up in classism, just like your father was. At least you can recognize that you’re a fucking asshole for it and that you deserve for someone to take you down a peg.”

He kept his voice calm and the words stung all the more for it. Alex held his breath against their effect until he couldn’t any longer and then let it out in a long, slow breath. Michael took his hand away from the base of Alex’s balls.

“Do you think you’re better than me, Alex? Smarter? Think you need to always be the white fucking knight for everyone?” Michael asked, fingers dragging up Alex’s perineum in a firm line.

“No,” Alex said, shaking his head. A hard crack sounded and fire lit up the previously untouched ass cheek. Alex felt a throb run through his body as the heat started to radiate. His cock hung heavy between his legs. He looked down the line of his body and could see it hanging, tip wet and threatening to drip onto the floor.

“Are you lying to me, Alex?” Michael asked, nails scratching over the abused spot on Alex’s ass. His voice was quiet, threatening, teasing and starting to make Alex feel unraveled. Alex shook his head weakly. Another lick of fire, another crack, and Alex was moaning into his forearms.

“I think you’re lying to me. You think I’m stupid, Alex? Your actions speak louder than words. You think you’re the only one in the room who's aware enough to notice other people. You think we don’t have you pegged? You think you’re better than your friends, your family and me and you always have, haven’t you?” Michael asked, right before pushing up off from Alex’s back to sit back on his heels. His hands came to rest on Alex’s waist, pulling him back to center Alex’s hips back over his knees and correct his position. A hand slid up Alex’s spine and then pressed between his shoulder blades. Alex followed the unspoken direction until his chest was resting on the floor. He laid his cheek against the cool flooring and closed his eyes, letting his mind sink into Michael’s words.

“We’re halfway through your ass punishment. Your skin is getting so pretty and pink for me. And your cock is making a fucking mess on my floor. You look so fucking shameless right now. It’s a good look for you, Alex. You just needed to be reminded of how good you look when you’re being put in your place,” Michael praised from behind him.

Michael’s hands slid back from Alex’s hips to grip his ass. Alex felt himself being spread wide, Michael’s thumbs pulling at the skin next to his hole gently. The feeling of something warm and wet hitting his pucker and starting to slide over his entrance confused Alex for only a moment until he realized Michael must’ve spit on him. Hot shame and arousal flushed through him at the mental image. One of Michael’s thumbs moved in and he massaged his spit over Alex’s hole, pressing firmly but not truly trying to penetrate. Alex groaned, pushing back against the pressure of Michael’s thumb, vainly wishing he’d open him up and fuck him. He wanted to feel pinned open under Michael’s cock.

“Maybe next time. If you’re good,” Michael assured him before he took his hands away. Alex shook with need. He needed pain or pleasure or words or something. He was rewarded with a quick series of slaps, two on each ass cheek, one right after the other, heavy enough to thud through his muscle. These weren’t the stinging, surface slaps of earlier. When Michael finished, his hands massaged roughly across the skin. Alex felt a dizzying rush of blood and emotion coursing through him a moment before he felt the warm wet of Michael’s mouth and the sharper sting of his stubble as Michael nipped and kissed over the abused cheeks. His final slap on one cheek was quickly followed by a sharp bite to the other. Alex cursed and his foot flexed against the floor, toes trying to dig against the hard surface as Michael used his jaw’s grip on Alex’s skin to coax a whine from Alex’s throat. Alex didn’t need to see the floor under his cock to know it was sticky with a pool of his arousal.

“Mmm,” Michael hummed, rubbing his stubbled cheek over his bite mark, sounding well-pleased. “So warm.”

“Michael, please,” Alex managed to choke out. Michael hummed again, but Alex felt subtle movement behind him. A moment later, Michael’s hand wrapped around Alex’s cock, wet and slick and tight. His hand slid up and down Alex’s shaft and it was all he could do not to hump forward into the pressure. It felt so fucking good. Michael was still rubbing his bristled chin and upper lip over Alex’s ass, mouthing at the inflamed flesh.

“You’re doing so good. I love hearing you beg, Alex,” Michael murmured against his skin. Alex almost didn’t hear him, his attention so wrapped up in the slick sounds and tight hole Michael’s fist was making for him. He was getting close, he could tell, but he knew he hadn’t finished his punishment. Abruptly, Michael let go of Alex’s cock and sat up. Alex wailed into his arms, eyes stinging at the loss. His cock ached where it swung, newly neglected and dripping between his legs.

“You still need to take the five to your balls. Then I’ll let you cum,” Michael reminded him, tone lazy. He said this while wrapping his hand around the base of Alex’s sack again and pulling back towards him. Alex whined at the stretch, his balls had been tightening close to his body in preparation for cumming and now Michael was stretching them away. He’d stretched them far enough that Alex could imagine they looked like two pink plums in Michael’s grip, skin tight over the swollen orbs, looking fit to burst. He felt Michael’s hot breath against them a moment before the blunt pressure of his teeth resting on either side of one of his balls. Some heady mix of fear and arousal shot through Alex’s body making him tremble, his stomach tightening and hips hitching forward. “So full. I bet you haven’t cum since your last trip to Albuquerque. Maybe I should make you wait longer, see how big of a load you’ll save up for me.”

“Please, Michael, I need…,” Alex started, only to yelp in surprise at the first three-fingered smack to his testicles.

“You need,” Michael started, voice harsh and admonishing; another smack, wringing out another, higher-pitched yelp from Alex, and then Michael continued, “to let me make the decisions here. I know what you need, Alex. I’ve got you all figured out. You need to stop,” SMACK! “Underestimating,” SMACK! “Me.” SMACK!

Alex's breath was heaving from his body. He didn’t even realize he was speaking until Michael was pulling him up to sit back onto his lap, hands around his waist to help support him and Alex’s back pressed against Michael’s chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Alex continued to mumble thickly. Michael was shushing him softly, arms tight and comforting around him, lips delivering soft kisses to Alex’s shoulder and neck. Alex’s cheeks were hot, his eyes tight, and he knew he was crying.

“I know you are, sweetheart. I know,” Michael murmured against his skin. Alex’s breath hitched under another sob. Michael gently maneuvered him to half turn so he could wipe at the tear tracks on Alex’s cheek and kiss the corner of his mouth softly. “You did so good. I know you’re sorry cause you followed all my directions and took your punishment. So good, baby.”

Alex found himself turning more until he could cling to Michael’s neck and hug his body close. Michael stroked one of his hands up and down Alex’s spine while the other combed through his hair. The new position trapped Alex’s aching balls and still-hard cock in between their bodies. The cotton of Michael’s shirt was irritating against Alex’s sensitive skin, but Alex couldn’t bear to pull back.

“Did you want me to help you cum, Alex?” Michael asked, nose gently bumping against Alex’s, lips a hair's breadth away. Alex took a deep breath in to steady himself before nodding. He moved forward, hoping to capture Michael’s mouth in a kiss. Michael let him, opening obligingly when Alex smoothed his inquisitive tongue along Michael’s lips. Michael let Alex kiss him and kiss him and kiss him. While they kissed, Michael’s hands wandered over Alex’s naked body until his hands came down onto Alex’s ass cheeks. Alex had almost forgotten about them until the flare of fire was reignited under Michael’s grip. The pain only served to excite Alex further.

“Michael, fuck me, please,” Alex begged, lips against Michael’s cheek as he pressed his body back into Michael’s strong grip.

“Not this time,” Michael responded gently. “But I’ll help get you off. You did so well, I can let you cum.”

“Please,” Alex said again, writhing softly in Michael’s lap to get some much-needed friction against his cock.

“So impatient,” Michael griped fondly. Removing one of his hands from Alex’s ass, Alex watched as he went to a previously unseen pump bottle of lube. He pumped twice and then brought his hand between their bodies and wrapped it around Alex’s cock. The lube was slick and sticky, and Alex immediately hitched his hips to push his cock through Michael’s grip.

“Oh, it’s like that?” Michael teased, tightening his grip to slow Alex’s quickening thrusts. Alex whined, hands flexing against Michael’s shoulders. Slowly, Michael started to move his tight-fisted hand over Alex’s cock. It was too tight for Alex to get off on it, but the edge of pain kept him hard and hoping. “If you keep acting greedy like this, I’m going to strap you down and edge you until you’ve learned some patience. Would you like that, Alex? Want me to keep you hard and begging for hours? Or do you want me to just make you cum until you’re dry and begging for me to stop?”

“Both, please,” Alex gasped out after a particularly cruel twist of Michael’s wrist. Michael loosened his grip then and paused, letting Alex catch his breath.

“You insatiable creature,” Michael praised. He kissed along Alex’s jaw to his shoulder where he bit harshly into the meat of Alex’s muscle. Alex groaned and tried not to writhe against the pain, but couldn’t seem to stop his body from rocking gently against Michael’s fist.

“That’s it. You can fuck my hand now.” He continued to kiss and bite Alex’s flesh after he said it, causing small fires everywhere his teeth touched. His mouth moved down from Alex’s shoulder to his chest, causing Alex to lean back. Alex held onto Michael’s shoulders tightly, but didn’t stop thrusting into Michael’s perfect, slick grip. Michael sucked Alex’s nipple into his mouth and let his teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh as he pulled his head back. Alex moaned and cursed at the feeling, throwing his head back. The tension in Alex was building quickly. He wanted so badly to cum, wanted to feel himself released from reality into oblivion if only for a few seconds.

“Please, Michael. Just a little tighter, please,” Alex managed to pant out. Michael kissed across his exposed throat.

“Show me, sweetheart,” he insisted. Alex pulled one of his hands from Michael’s shoulder and wrapped it over Michael’s. He squeezed until the pressure was perfect and then let go, replacing his hand on Michael’s shoulder. The hand that had been harshly kneading at Alex’s ass, encouraging his rolling hips and sloppy thrusts, came around to stack itself on top of the hand gripping him. Together they created a deep channel for Alex to thrust his cock into over and over again.

“Shit, shit, shit, Michael. I need to cum. Can I? Please?” Alex whined, even as he kept pushing his body towards the edge.

“Sure, darlin'. You can cum,” Michael said agreeably. Alex let go of any restraint, pressing close and letting his thrusts get quick and out of rhythm as he felt the pressure building behind his balls. When Alex was only a few thrusts away, Michael continued, “But I’m going to make you clean up the mess you make with your mouth.”

The last bit did it for Alex. With a strangled, silent yell, his cock swelled against Michael’s hands and then erupted white, sticky streams that dripped and smeared along the insides of his fingers and palms. When Alex was able to move, Michael let go of his slowly softening cock and Alex lowered himself onto his back on the floor. The coolness of it felt good against his overheated skin. Carefully, Michael crawled over him to straddle his stomach, careful of his oversensitive cock.

“Open up,” Michael demanded, tapping two sticky fingers against Alex’s lips. Obediently, Alex opened his mouth and felt Michael plunge his salty, spunk-covered digits in. Alex moaned at the taste of himself on Michael’s skin, using his tongue to trace every inch of skin to find more of his leftover pleasure. Michael made him lick and suck all of his fingers and then palms. When he was finished, he swooped down and took Alex’s mouth with his own, plunging his tongue in for any traces left for him to taste. When the taste dissolved into nothing they parted. Michael helped Alex up onto the couch, where he held Alex against his chest and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Want some water? Dinner?” Michael asked a little while later when Alex was practically dozing off against his chest where he was sprawled. Alex hummed noncommittally and nuzzled his head against Michael’s shirt, laying a kiss against his cotton-covered chest.

“How was it? Everything you expected?” Michael asked easily. Alex nodded, eyes still closed and mind still wrapped in a blanket of satiation.

“Anything you didn’t like or would like me to do differently next time?” Michael asked next. Alex thought about it. His hand drifted down to Michael’s crotch, completely covered, but still half hard from their scene.

“I want you to use this on me next time. Mouth, ass, hands, whatever. I want you to get off too,” Alex replied, voice drowsy but firm. He opened his eyes and locked eyes with Michael. His hand stayed resting over Michael’s crotch and he could feel it twitch against his palm. Alex raised an eyebrow in question. Michael smiled, bent his head down to kiss Alex’s mouth, and brushed his hand away.

“Next time. Promise,” Michael responded easily. Alex knew it wasn’t a real rejection, so he nodded and turned his head to lay it back down against Michael’s chest, his ear pressed to where he could hear the steady thumping rhythm of Michael’s heart. He drifted and with faint surprise, realized he was really falling asleep. He wondered how long Michael would let him lay like this if he fell asleep. Would he wake up to warm sunshine tomorrow morning? Would Michael only let him nap for a while and then wake him to get dressed so he could go home to his own bed? As if hearing his thoughts, Michael ran the back of a finger along Alex’s cheek bone.

“Do you want to sleep here, the Airstream, or your house?” Michael asked softly. Alex considered it.

“Let’s go to the Airstream. I don’t wanna sleep alone tonight,” Alex said through a yawn. Michael nodded and hugged his arms around Alex’s shoulders.

“Sure. Whatever you want,” Michael concluded. Alex only hummed a vague response before he was oblivious to anything else. He didn’t have nightmares that night.

[bybibucky]

Honey, Just Tell Him

Bucky Barnes x reader One Shot

     You’re much less quiet about your obsession with the idea of being fucked by Bucky Barnes than you should be. What if, one day, he catches on?

     word count: 5.4k

     warnings: smut (18+ ONLY), a smidge dubcon, oral (f receiving), choking, gagging, exhibitionism, bit of bondage, spanking, face slapping, degradation

note: idk what exactly happened here but this is my filthiest one yet. the working title was BUCKY VIOLENT SMUT so do with that what you will. feel free to yell at me in the comments

Bucky Barnes was strong. Everybody knew this, everybody was intimidated. He was a bit of a violent guy – came with the territory – and everybody flinched whenever he rose his voice. Granted, that wasn’t often, but recruits knew not to approach him unprompted. He wouldn’t actually hurt them, especially not the new ones, but he had a century worth of deadly reflexes on his side, and anyone would be clever not to tempt him into letting his inhibitions go.

But you, you wanted those inhibitions gone. Practically every mission you were on with him, whenever you watched him squeeze the life out of various villains with that fucking metal arm, whenever you marveled at his insane precision every time he pulled the trigger on one of his guns, whenever he threw his favorite knife, you were as wet between your legs as the blood seeping from Bucky’s victims.

It was hot beyond relief and such a contrast to his sweetheart-self at home. Not that he wasn’t sexy every minute of every day, but this danger that oozed off of him whenever he needed to be a weapon was difficult for you not to find attractive.

“You have to stop staring at him.” Natasha came up right next to you, and you almost jumped out of your skin. That pathetic hiding spot behind one of the punching bags that hung from the ceiling apparently wasn’t all that secretive. “He’ll notice it one day. If he hasn’t already.” The sound of her voice traveled from one of your ears to the other as she walked to stand behind you so you wouldn’t be seen by Bucky. To your luck, he was preoccupied with his own punching bag.

“I can’t,” you whispered, “and you know it.” Your obsession had become prominent enough for it to be your main topic on girls’ nights.

“Honey, just tell him.” There was a comforting hand on your shoulder, but her tone was traced with annoyance.

“Tell him?” you screeched, though still barely above a whisper, “tell him what exactly? Fuck me senseless, Bucky Barnes? Step on my throat until I lose consciousness?”

Natasha couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Maybe not in those exact words. But I’m willing to bet he’d fuck you sideways till Sunday or whatever you want to call it if you just asked. He’s not shy about it.”

You groaned. You were painfully aware of how not-shy he was about his sex life. There barely passed a night in which you didn’t have to listen to Bucky going to town with a random girl he had brought home. His room was next to yours, and at this point you were convinced that the universe had constructed this specifically to torture you. “Don’t remind me.”

As Bucky sent the already weak punching bag flying across the room with a hearty kick, you were ready to whimper. The image of you getting shoved against a wall in a similar fashion was instantly on your mind. Helpless, you felt jealousy grow in your chest when Bucky waved over a new recruit towards the sparring mat.

Natasha chuckled beside you, taking a deep breath to get ready to ruin your life. “Hey, Barnes!” She stepped around the punching bag, pulling you with her. “I got a better opponent for you!”

A minute later, you were stood at the opposite side of the mat, facing Bucky. You weren’t enhanced yourself, much like Nat wasn’t, but you had taken him down before. Although, you weren’t sure you would again, not if he looked like that. The shirt was rudely tight and even the obvious sweat stains didn’t repulse you, rather on the contrary. He was panting, that signature smirk on his lips taunting you.

“Anything off limits?” he asked and you already felt your stance weaken.

You shook your head. “You know the drill, Barnes.”

“Then c’mon, doll,” he said lowly, “give me everything you’ve got.”

Naturally, you pounced. His hands met you half way, firm around your waist to throw you over his shoulder a second later, but yours were still free to punch him straight in the jaw. He didn’t take the time to wipe at the corner of his mouth were a bead of blood was gathering, of course he didn’t, and instead spun you around, one arm switching to wrap around your throat. It wasn’t enough to cut off your airway and you appreciated that. It gave you the opportunity to drop your weight in his hands. He’d let go, you knew it, so he wouldn’t actually choke you, and you would use that as leverage to hook a leg around one of his to make him falter.

Bucky fell, rolling over in an attempt not to crush you, and you sighed when he gave you enough time to get back on your feet.

“You’re holding back,” you said, complaining. This wasn’t how training was supposed to go.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” His stance called for a time out, and you relaxed as well.

“Yeah,” you said, “you’re coddling me and you’re giving me all those opportunities to take advantage of you.”

Bucky laughed, whole-heartedly. “You’re taking advantage of me?”

Your lips pulled together in a pout. “Haven’t you noticed? You’re open everywhere. It’s no fun if you let me win.”

His smile darkened. “So you’re telling me to go all in? No mercy whatsoever?”

“Yes, obviously!” You bounced on the balls of your feet, excited now. You’d been craving a real challenge. Okay, more like craving something vastly different from Bucky, but this was the next best thing.

A second later, your back smacked against the mat, wind knocked from your lungs. You hadn’t even seen it coming. “What the fuck,” you coughed, Bucky’s face appeared above you. “I wasn’t ready.”

He cocked his head. “You said no mercy. Nobody would wait for you in a real fight.”

“This is a real fight.” Your lungs were still not fully filling up and you knew there would be bruises tomorrow.

Bucky laughed again. “Not a fair one, doll. You’d never win against me.”

Like hell you wouldn’t. Once you had regathered your strength and will to fight, your hands flew up, trying to push him off, but he was quicker. In one swift move, he trapped your wrists above your head. No matter how much you struggled, they wouldn’t budge.

“Face it, doll.” God, when had his mouth become so close? “You’re a weak little thing. Nothing against my power. I could do anything I want to you like this and you’d just have to endure it. Only begging can help you now.”

A whimper caught in your throat and you swallowed it down. He couldn’t know.

But his hearing was enhanced. “What was that, princess? Am I hurting you?”

He was but you couldn’t let it show. You shook your head. Any second the two of you stayed in this position was too amazing to pass up on. Princess?

Bucky leant down to whisper. “Don’t lie to me.” His hot breath fanned across your neck, forcing out goosebumps in their wake. “It won’t do you any good.”

You were at a loss for words. What had gotten into him? Part of you was suddenly convinced you had hit your head too hard against the mat and where now unconscious and dreaming. But when he scraped his teeth along your jaw line, practically biting down, you knew. No dream felt like this. You felt your nipples as taut pebbles against your sports bra, your core practically aching already.

“You’re wet, aren’t you, doll?” he asked, and you shook your head vehemently. But Bucky scoffed, “bad girl. Still lying even when I told you not to.” He wouldn’t let up, instead spoke again, and you pressed your thighs together at his words. “I can smell it on you.”

Now you couldn’t hold back the whimper. It forced itself out of your throat in a mix of arousal and embarrassment.

Bucky chuckled. “There we go,” he said, still so fucking close to your ear. “I told you you’d lose against me.”

You shook your head, entire body thrashing with it. The attempt wasn’t to get him off you, but rather because you couldn’t contain your energy. His words were doing unspeakable things to you.

“No?” The mocking tone hadn’t left his voice. “Go on, then. Try to escape.” But your hands were glued to the mat, he didn’t even try to spare you some of his colossal weight that pressed against your body. That and the sheer weight of his words kept you immobilized entirely. “Thought so.”

You puffed out a breath in annoyance. This wasn’t fair at the slightest. He was being mean for no damn reason. But you couldn’t deny the way it was making you feel. Being at his mercy like this was exhilarating.

His free hand firmly grasped your jaw. “I don’t like that little attitude on you,” he said and with the way he was holding you, it was impossible for you to respond. “You think you can just lie here, pretending you’re not fucking turned on, when we both know that you’re parading your filthy state of mind all day every day?”

Oh God, did he somehow know about your pathetic crush on him? Was this punishment for letting it consume you?

“Don’t look at me like that,” he continued, “you’re not the innocent victim in this. You’ve been telling everyone in detail how you want me to rail you. ‘Fuck me senseless, Bucky Barnes? Step on my throat until I lose consciousness?’ That can be arranged, doll. You could have just asked.”

Was he actually serious? This had to be some cruel joke. “Did Nat tell you?” Suddenly, there was deep pit in your stomach. But Bucky wouldn’t have any of it.

“She didn’t have to,” he said, “not only can I smell your arousal – by the way, it’s so prominent right now that I can almost taste it – but you can’t really hide from my enhanced hearing. Especially when we’re in the same room and you’re literally begging to be fucked.” The hand on your jaw finally released you, only to run down the hollow of your throat until it found the hemline of your sports bra. Inches away from your breasts, you arched your back, trying to push them into his grip.

“Oh, you really are a little slut,” Bucky murmured, “aren’t you, princess?”

It didn’t feel like a question, so you didn’t reply. But the need to shake your head in a pathetic attempt to maintain your propriety remained.

“No?” He almost laughed, and you felt the offending puff of air against your neck. “So you don’t touch yourself and moan my name? You’ve never told any of your friends how you want me to fuck you hard enough to leave bruises? Because I’m pretty sure I heard you. Are you telling me I imagined all of that?”

You wished you could tell him that he was imagining it, that there wasn’t an undeniable pool of your arousal seeping through your yoga pants – which he could apparently smell – and that you weren’t hungry for him like you like you hadn’t eaten in months. But he had told you not to lie. You shook your head once more.

Bucky smiled against your skin. “Then tell me, princess, are you a little whore?” He finally brushed his fingers against your nipple and that alone compelled you to say, “yes!”

“There we go,” he hummed, “you can’t hide from me.” Briefly, he pushed your wrists into the mat, signaling for you to keep them there. At this point, you had almost forgotten they were there at all, so at ease with being unable to move.

Then, less asking for permission – because he knew he had it – and more finally taking what he wanted, he wrenched open your legs, calloused hands firmly on your knees. They slid up, up towards your center, but ignored it completely, and you were ready to cry when they settled on your stomach instead.

You whined high in your throat, and Bucky full-on laughed at you. “You want me to touch your cunt, is that it?” he asked, but it wasn’t a question, “poor thing. You’ve been bad, princess.”

Princess. There it was again. Where was that coming from? Before today, he had never used that word, much less in this context, but you didn’t get the opportunity to think about it further, because Bucky tore at the fabric of your sports bra and pushed it up, finally freeing your tits. Instantly, he attached his mouth to one of your nipples – all teeth, sucking harshly.

“God, fuck!”

Bucky came up for air, regarding you for a half-second. “Shut up,” he said, an unimpressed growl in his voice, “you want the whole compound to hear us?”

You hadn’t thought of that. Right now, you had your tits out in the middle of the gym. There were floor-to-ceiling windows practically everywhere. Anyone could see. But you didn’t care. All you wanted was more of Bucky, whatever he would give you.

Before you could give him an answer, he brought your scrunched-up bra higher up until it was level with your mouth, and without waiting for you to react, he shoved the fabric between your teeth. You were trapped, arms pressed against your head as the tight garment held them in place, silencing you.

He went on, bringing all his attention to your other nipple while the first one lie completely forgotten, soaked skin tortured by the air conditioning. You wanted to touch it yourself, twist and pull to imitate his teeth but you weren’t allowed.

“More,” you moaned instead, voice muffled by your sports bra. You could feel him smile against your bud, the tender skin slick with his spit there as well.

“You need to learn to behave, little girl,” Bucky said matter-of-factly, his face back in front of yours, “you’ve wanted me for so long and now that you finally have me you can’t wait five minutes?” He scoffed. “I thought you were better than that.”

Shaking your head, you opened your mouth to beg. “Please, Bucky, please.” Speaking now – as coherently as you could – you didn’t recognize your own voice. The desperation was heavy and a borderline moan traced every syllable, even through your makeshift gag.

Bucky took pity on you. Partly, at least. He leaned back to unceremoniously pull at your yoga pants as well as you underwear until you were completely bare from the head down. There was a significant rise in his power like this, him above you fully clothed while he had you writhe and moan naked beneath him. You loved every second.

Fully bypassing your clit where he knew for a fact was the place you ached for him the most, Bucky plunged two of his fingers straight into your pussy. They were thick, thicker than your own, and longer on top of that, instantly reaching spots you could only dream of by yourself. You were ready to mewl but the possibility of him stopping at all when he had barely begun and it already felt like this was too much of a threat.

Bucky watched your nostrils flare as you tried your best not to cry out while also continuing to bring enough air into your lungs. One hand keeping the steady rhythm of his fingers fucking into your cunt, the other went to stroke your chest. “You think you can be a good girl for me and stay quiet?” he asked, and it was the gentlest he had been this whole time, “I’ll get you out of this.” His free hand found your makeshift gag, slightly pulling the fabric tighter against your lips. It was now fully lodged between your teeth. He was teasing you.

You nodded as much as you could in your restraint. Part of you wanted it gone. What if you moaned again, then? Would he punish you?

“If you say so,” he drew the words out, warning you. And he slipped the sports bra, its fabric soaked in your spit, up your arms and off. One-handed, unsurprisingly, and kept his other hand between your legs, warm flesh fingers pumping into you. His thumb joined the party, lightly flicking your clit and you would have almost lost your composure, had it not been for the raise of Bucky’s brow. You didn’t want to disappoint just seconds after being granted some mercy.

You had known he was good at this – countless nights of having to listen to him take apart is conquests were proof enough – but you hadn’t expected the feeling of drowning like this. Cotton in your ears, you noticed yourself to be almost paralyzed. Anything physical that was restraining you was gone by this point, his hands only there to pleasure you. What kept you without movement were solely his words and your desire to be good for him.

But then, his metal fingers replaced his flesh hand in your pussy, consequently hitting the most delicious spot while he kept his thumb on your clit, and you couldn’t contain the high-pitched moan that burst from your lips in surprise. It was met, even more shockingly, with Bucky’s hand slipping from you only to slap across your cheek.

Your head whipped to the side harshly, almost straining your neck. He eyed you dangerously when you looked back at him and your stomach churned.

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

The thought was there. That you should lie, deny him that power over you, but he would have seen right through it.

“Don’t play innocent. I could feel your walls clench around me, grip me so fucking tight,” he groaned, “wanna squeeze my cock like that, princess?”

The frantic nodding of your head happened on its own accord and your hips bucking only underlined it further. He laughed at you.

“Fucking hell you’re desperate,” he said, “and I’m all here for it.” The confession was accompanied by a bruising kiss. He stopped his ministrations on your pussy, but the kiss was so good that you didn’t even fully notice. It was the first of its kind, Bucky’s lips tangling with yours deliciously. Tiny, tiny whimpers slipped through and he ate them all up, quite literally.

When he pulled away, his eyes were even darker than before, they almost weren’t even blue anymore. You were certain your facial expression mirrored his, though presumably, you looked more wrecked that he ever would.

“I should keep you like this forever,” he mused, “bound and chained to any flat surface just for me to take you and take you until you’re bruised and aching, dripping with cum. You would be the pettiest sight.”

Your breath hitched. The thought of that was starting to get to you embarrassingly harshly. It sounded it amazing.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” he continued, “wanna be a good little girl for me?”

“Please.”

“Think you’ve been good enough for me to taste you?” he asked and you went to respond but Bucky answered for himself, “I don’t think you have. A good girl wouldn’t have flaunted herself, worn those skimpy little outfits when outside it’s fucking snowing, told anyone who would listen how much you need to get railed. No, you’ve been bad, asking for it without actually asking for it.” Bucky slapped you square on the thigh and you jumped in surprise, whimpering.

“That’s what I want,” he said, “so sensitive that you flinch when I raise my hand, reduced to nothing but a complying, whimpering mess.”

Your eyes nearly rolled back in bliss. That simple thought went further than your own fantasies, but sounded delicious. “Your mess,” you agreed. Bucky smiled.

By now, you were dripping down to his wrist, your pussy letting out a filthy squelch every time he pushed his metal fingers in. Accidentally focusing on that, on how embarrassing it really was, you didn’t register how Bucky propped himself up on his elbows between your thighs, but the first contact of his tongue against your cunt definitely didn’t go unnoticed. You bucked against his face on accident and Bucky pulled back instantly.

“Don’t fucking move,” he growled, “you’ll take whatever I give you, not a fraction more.”

But you couldn’t stop. Being turned on way past the breaking point, and his mouth was too skilled for you to just lie there, unresponsive. Bucky got up a moment later, cussing you out under his breath as he walked over to the wall of weights across the room.

You thought he was leaving you altogether, that you had annoyed him one too many times, but the thoughts died right when you opened your mouth to call after him. Because Bucky returned, a barbell in hand. Eyes widening, you watched it come closer until it sat square across your abdomen. It wasn’t tight enough to make breathing more difficult, but enough to trap you against the mat. He smirked at the sight, towering above you.

“This is what happens if you don’t comply, princess,” he said darkly, “but you’ll bend against my will eventually, even if I have to force you.”

Bucky was back between your legs before you knew it, resuming his work against your pussy. He forewent your clit entirely, much to your dismay, but beneath the little contraption, you had no choice but to endure the teasing.

He looked up at you the entire time, watching your reactions closely as he ran the tip of his tongue across your lips lazily. He was waiting for you to break, prompting a punishment the closer he got to your clit. But you were stubborn, unwilling to let him win this. You would behave and stay quiet like your life depended on it.

Bucky saw that and chose to grant you some mercy and he suddenly felt the urge to witness you climax from just his tongue alone. He watched your eyes screw shut the moment he latched his lips to your clit and sucked, running his flat tongue all over it a second later. Somewhere deep down he knew she should reprimand you, tell you to keep your eyes on him and not your own fantasies, but the sight was prettier than he had imagined. You looked better than any girl before you, had a richer taste, more exhilarating smell and feel, and were altogether breathtaking. He should have done this much sooner.

But you didn’t give him more time to contemplate, as you began to involuntarily fight against your restraint, bucking your hips for more friction where you craved it the most. You were close, that much was clear, and even though he wanted to torture you some more and deny you that pleasure, if you looked this already, he needed to know what you would look like orgasming.

You held it off for as long as you could. Then, you began to beg. “Please,” you whined, not caring about the consequence, “please, Bucky, please. I need to cum. Fuck, fuck, please let me cum.”

Bucky listened to your begging for a while longer, urging you on with two fingers against your g-spot and his tongue on your clit. Once your words turned into incoherent babbling, he knew it was time. “Come on, then, princess,” he said, voice still hard, “cum for me. Right now or you won’t cum at all.”

And you did. Finally being granted permission, you allowed yourself to let go, to let all that pent-up frustration wash over you in a tidal wave that shook you to the core. A string of broken curses left your lips with a volume that went silent against your own deaf ears. In all that haze, you even lifted the bar on your chest about an inch off the ground, pushing your hips further into Bucky’s hands. His ministrations kept going, keeping you going, and pulled every fraction of your orgasm from your body until you were reduced to a whimpering heap of heavy limbs.

“Good fucking girl,” Bucky said, making his way back up your body. He ripped the weights off of you and effortlessly tossed them across the room. “Gonna fuck you now, baby.”

You whined in response, the only response you managed.

“What was that, princess?” he asked panting, right in front of your face, “think you can take me?”

When he had shoved down his pants and underwear, you had no idea, but suddenly, you felt the head of his cock against your thigh. You jumped in surprise. Bucky chuckled.

“Thought so.” But he angled himself against you anyway, before slowly pushing in. “Fuck,” he moaned instantly. Not even when you dared to thrust your hips against his did he intervene, instead he let it slide this one time. But you grew cocky, and did it again. You weren’t able to a third time, however, because Bucky wrapped the metal hand around your throat, using it as leverage to fuck into you all the way. “Feeling brave, are we?”

The growl in his voice did not fall to deaf ears. And deep down, you felt bad for not following orders but the feeling of finally getting fucked by Bucky Barnes was too great. “Please, I can’t wait anymore. Please I need it so bad.” His grip around your throat wasn’t tight enough for you to stay silent.

“I’m gonna have to teach you patience, princess,” he scoffed, “this won’t do.” But instead of making true to his word, he simply grabbed your hip harshly, angling them up towards his. The movement brought blissful friction against your g-spot, and you couldn’t contain the yelp. Bucky placed his flesh hand over you mouth, the metal one still around your neck. “Next time.”

With that, he began a brutal pace. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight, little slut.” The words were more growled that spoken, gritted teeth displaying how concentrated he was. Bucky was chasing his own pleasure above yours, partly as punishment, partly because he couldn’t help it. But you wouldn’t complain with the way his thrusts hit all the right spots anyway.

The urge to scream his name was there, but all that came out was a muffled whine. Bucky leant down, smirking. “Huh? You trying to say something? Too bad.” His hips only moved faster, harder, and you knew it wouldn’t take long for you to cum all over his cock.

He lifted you, balancing you on his thighs as he used your hips for leverage. You could feel your skin getting caught between the plates of his metal hand. Bucky watched your jaw fall slack and eyes screw shut.

“You better keep looking at me, princess,” he hissed between his gritted teeth, “and don’t you dare make a sound.”

That was easier said than done. With the way he was making you feel so fucking good, they way he spoke, you developed a kink for his voice right there and then. The whines with every breath you took were much harder to hold back. When Bucky grew tired of it, he tore off his own shirt only to shove it between your teeth. “Shut up.”

His strong scent engulfed you instantly, and you could clearly discern a mix of his deodorant and sweat from working out. It was relentlessly filthy but this close to edge, it wouldn’t matter what he forced on you, it would turn you on. Embarrassingly enough, a long moan could be heard even through the soaked fabric in your mouth when Bucky rubbed his thumb all over your clit.

“You need to cum, don’t you, princess?” he asked, also slightly breathless by now.

You nodded harshly, desperate to be good for him, to silently beg for him as much as you could. And he chose to be merciful.

The nod came before his words. “Do it.” His voice held a strained grumble. “Cum for me. I wanna feel you cum all over my cock. Cum like the good whore that you are.”

And, fuck, you did. The second orgasm was completely different from the first. That one would have pulled your legs from beneath you had you been standing, rolling over you in a blissful wave. This one tightened all your muscled simultaneously, a slow-motion tingle in every corner of your nerves. You arched your back, shuddering your hips in his hold for even more friction. The scream was only silenced by his shirt, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you were grateful for it.

Bucky felt your walls clench around his girth as he continued to fuck you in deep, harsh thrusts that only spurred your orgasm on further. “Fuck,” was all he said, groaning in bliss as he watched you cum, all for him.

It didn’t take long for him to follow you down the rabbit hole. His hips faltered as he struggled to keep up the reckless rhythm. “Fuck, princess.” Bucky was close, that much was evident in his heated stare. “Look at me, slut” he said, “look at me when I cum inside you.”

You obliged, because it was all you were left to handle. Only him.

“Want me to fill you up?” he asked, voice hoarse, “mark you as mine?” Your frantic nods were all he needed. His gaze was glued to yours, and you kept your eyes unblinking, unwilling to miss even one second of his orgasm. And it was worth it. His hair matted to his forehead, a deep focused crease between his brows, his hands in an unwavering grip around your hips, he stopped just barely, and you felt him shoot his load. He began thrusting again moments after, riding out his orgasm. If he made any noise, you were unaware, you hardly heard a thing over your own ringing ears.

The mixture of his cum and yours oozed out of you the moment he pulled out, and you were ready to feel ashamed about it, but Bucky gathered your legs straight up in the air with one hand, leaning down to lick up every trace of the mess you had made. It was, while filthy beyond belief, also insanely hot.

You accidentally let out a surprised whine. Bucky responded with an almost playful slap to your thigh while keeping his mouth on your pussy. The shock and your remaining sensitivity made you jump from the impact, shutting you up in the process.

“Thought so,” Bucky mumbled against your skin. Once he was done cleaning up as much as he could, which only were a few more seconds, he gently placed your feet on the mat. Careful not to touch you, he moved to lie beside you, one arm propping up his head, the other pulling out the soaked shirt.

You felt his cool metal fingers brush away small strands of hair, and watched him curiously.

“How are you doing?” he asked, voice still slightly hoarse but having lost that mean tilt.

“Good,” you whispered, “you?”

Bucky nodded. “Same.” He paused. “Was that too much?”

You nodded instantly without really thinking it through, but when Bucky took another moment to answer, you realized it was the truth.

“I know you weren’t expecting it.”

“It’s okay,” you said, “I really liked what you did.”

At that, he offered you a toothy grin. “Yeah? Maybe we should repeat it sometime.”

Before you could move to agree, you heard Tony’s voice over the speakers. “Look, I’m glad you guys finally bumped uglies,” he said, voice obviously annoyed, “but I’d appreciate it if the entire compound wouldn’t be part of it next time, yeah? Barnes, we talked about this. The gym is a public space and not your personal fuck room.” There was a click in the speakers which told you that Tony was done, but you were too occupied with staring at Bucky in shock.

“What? I told you to keep quiet.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?”

Grinning his cocky grin, Bucky rolled back on top of you. “I’ll show you­–“ But he wouldn’t finish that sentence.

“Guys! Get a fucking room!”

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Just Fine (1)

Summary: Things are going great with you and your two boyfriends until you and Jimin get jealous when you see Jungkook cozying up to another man. Who knew punishing him would be so much fun?

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst

Warnings: Mistress Kink, Light Bondage, Degradation, Water Fun, Daddy Kink, Switch! Jimin, Switch! Reader, Switch! Jungkook, Mentions of Vkook

**Words: 2k+ **

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Paring(s): Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

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“That brat, I wish I could just-”

“I know, Jiminie. I know.” Jungkook was currently “talking” to a friend of his, an old classmate of Jimin’s, Taehyung.

“We have to punish him. What do you think?” Jimin looks at you, his eyes filled with lust.

“I think that’s a great idea. Just gotta get the brat out of here now.” You turn on the balls of your heel, walking the opposite direction.

“Where are you going?” Jimin looks between you and his boyfriend, unsure on who to run to.

“Home. I know tonight was a big night for you, but I just can’t stand seeing this anymore.” You walk out, flipping your hair behind you.

Jimin reluctantly follows you, his heart heavy as he gives Jungkook one last look of longing, and then he finally sits in the passenger seat, as you drive. 

“What are we gonna do?” He quietly asks to himself, thinking aloud. You reach over and put your hand on his. Jungkook normally doesn’t flirt with other people. Jimin was more of a flirtatious type when you first met him, but then after you officially started dating, he changed his ways. He became more attentive and caring, and you gave him that attention and love. And then once Jungkook joined, you equally split your heart for them both. You know that Jungkook loves you, but after seeing the way he was touching Taehyung and whispering in his ear and doing all the things he does with you and Jimin, you just felt a little...unloved.

“It’s gonna be okay, Chim. Kookie loves us, but I’m pretty sure the brat’s forgetting who he belongs to. We just need to remind him.” You pull into the driveway and then you take your boyfriend’s hand as you walk towards the house. It normally ends this way, with either one of the boys coming back with you while the other gets drunk out of his mind. But this time, you didn’t tell Jungkook that you were leaving. And your best bet is that he’s gonna be mad when he gets back. He may not seem like it, but that man is just a pile of stress waiting to blow up.

“Hey Chim, remind me, have we ever used the chains before?” You ask, grabbing the metal with your fingers.

“N-no. What chains are you talking about?” You lift it up so that he can examine them. They are just glorified handcuffs, custom made for the purpose of purely kinky sex.

“These chains,” You show him where to connect them. “Wanna try em on? Give Kookie a little show when he gets back?” You allow some of your dominant persona to slip out as you speak to Jimin, his voice caught in the back of his throat as he tries responding. The best he can do is whine. “You know the drill. Clothes off, I wanna see you again, baby boy.” With your order, Jimin is already stripping, scrambling for the edge of the bed and sitting down where you usually have him.

“How do you want me, mistress?” He asks, his long eyelashes batting as he looks in your direction. The way his hips move across the sheets are sinful, and he is just a picture.

“I want to ride you, baby. Is that okay with you?” You always ask for consent, even if you have been dating for a long time. There’s never been a time where either of you refused, but everyday with Jimin is a mystery.

“Yes mistress.” He moves up to the center of the bed, as you kiss him fully on the lips. You always start slow, building up to the climax. The bed creaks as he settles in one spot, and you climb onto his lap, teasing him with you short dress and red lace panties. You were debating on whether you should wear red or blue, since red is Jungkook’s favorite color, and blue is Jimin’s favorite. In your opinion, red made you feel more sexy and appealing, so you wore it for yourself. You sigh when you realize Jungkook isn’t here to see you, but at least you have one half of your heart right beneath you. “Mmmm, you feel so warm.” He moans, bucking his hips up and running his fingers up and down your sides.

“You want me to fuck myself on you?” Your breathing is uneven, and your hair is disheveled from all of Jimin’s tugging.

“Yes, please!” He begs, his dick hardening to the point where you can no longer tease him.

“You’re always so big for me, Jiminie. Such a good pup.” Your moans invoke a primal response in him, as he thrusts upwards into you when you slather down on him. You didn’t even bother removing your dress, just taking off your panties while you ride Jimin to your high.

“You’re so tight, Mistress. Tight and warm because you’re my home.” He grunts, his thrusts growing sloppier and his hands groping your breasts as you leaned down to connect your lips with his. You dress somehow comes off, being forgotten on the floor along with your bra and panties. You don’t care, however, you focus solely on Jimin. You both have a simultaneous orgasm, calling out each other’s names in harmony as you cum.

“Jimin-ah.” You look at him after breaking the prolonged kiss, and he runs his fingers over your eyes, which are glistening with tears.

“Are you okay?” You want to tell him exactly what you are feeling, but a pang of guilt in your heart doesn’t let you.

“I’m feeling just fine.” You close your eyes as he presses a light kiss to your forehead, and then suddenly, you’re shackled. You don’t care, as Jimin takes control and pushes you on your back. You actually feel really good, with him inside you, skin against skin. You just can’t help wondering if Jungkook was cheating on you, in this very moment. He couldn’t, right? “Fuck me harder, Jimin, just please nnghhh!” You let out a cry, the tears spilling from your eyes as your boyfriend fucks you while your hands are pinned above your head, and you can’t move because of the chains binding you to the headboard. It’s just your arms, though, as you can move the rest of your body just fine. Your boyfriend senses your discomfort as he starts peppering kisses down your chest and leaving hickies in his wake.

“I know you miss him. He’ll be back soon, he just texted me. Let’s give him a proper show,” Your mind goes blank as your baby boy pounces on you, and he flips you on your side, before sliding back into you in an awkward angle. “You’re like a drug to me, I can’t live without you.” He moans into your neck, thrusting quickly and making your body clench at the sounds of his melodic voice.

“I’m sorry, I just feel like I’ve let you down,” You purse your lips as he slows down, and you allow yourself to let go as he moves with ease. He pulls out, cumming on your stomach.  “Why didn’t you…?”

“Cum inside you? Because you’re sad. You hate it when one of us gives you creampies when you’re sad,” He turns you back around, so you can face him properly. “Now, why do you feel like this?” You hate it whenever your boyfriend gives you a therapy session, but if he doesn’t, then who will? You just want to talk to someone, because of how horrible you’ve been feeling lately.

“It’s because I can’t get my mind off Jungkook. I’m just so afraid of losing him...on top of that I can’t give you the proper attention you deserve. Life is just really stressful right now, with us trying to hide our relationship from the public, and your groupmates,” He pulls you into a warm embrace, his arms holding you tightly as you sink into his chest.

“On top of that, I’ve barely been able to sleep because I feel so...so terrible!” You confess your true feelings to your kind-hearted boyfriend. Instead of getting mad, or reacting badly like all of the men you had in your life the past, he shows understanding and patience as he kisses you gently.

“I know what can make you feel better...vanilla, right?” You briefly break the kiss to meet eyes with him and confirm it once again.

“I just wanna feel you…” You admit, as he kisses your neck comfortingly.

“Mmm, what about punishing JK?” He asks. You bite your lip as his warm lips meet the surface of your cool skin.

“That can wait. I’m with you right now, aren’t I?” You wink as he presses his lips against yours again. You sigh into the kiss, feeling much more confident and a lot better than you felt before. He gently rocks his hips against your, his dick teasing your entrance as he slides down and after many moans of protest, you take him into your hands and you push him back inside, making you feel complete again. He gently nudges you down, and then after you get comfortable with your legs around his torso, he starts moving. Moans of pleasure spill out of your mouth, his name on your lips as he sinfully tortures you with his cock.

“Always so tight for me. This delicious cunt, wet and slick, yet you’re still so tight.” His eyes shut as he throws his head back, his hair draped around his head like a curtain of silk. Both of your moans echo each other, but mostly you, as he gives you a generous amount of pleasure.

“Jimin, I’m close.” You pant, as he starts rolling his hips into yours, making your eyes flutter open at the sudden intensity and heat that travels from his body to yours. You’ve never felt anything like it, usually sex with Jimin or Jungkook is light, you’ve never done anything too kinky before. So why, why is this time different? As he releases his knot inside you, you both let out a heavy moan in sync, and you feel heat buzzing from your core all the way to your head, and you think he feels it too, as he stares down at you with wide eyes and a smile, pulling out gently.

“More...I need more.”

“My greedy little slut,” His words astonish you, as you had never been one for degradation before. “You want my cock?” He looks at you as his seed leaks onto the bed, straight out from under you. “Lick it. Lick it clean.” An aura of dominance emanates from him, as he sits upright, leaning against a pillow as you crawl up to him, your pussy a bit sore from the sex. You lazily kiss the head, palming him as well, and then using your strength, you lean forward and push him further into your throat. “Fuck, just like that, whore. Greedy little bitch want to devour my dick whole, don’t you?” His words awaken your inner slut. You didn’t like being degraded in the slightest, but because it was none other than Park Jimin saying it to you, you didn’t mind. You actually felt more turned on, that he was taking control of the situation. Such Switch-like behavior. You let out a moan in response when he suddenly pushes your head down, and the rest of his dick disappears into your throat, making you choke as he fucks your mouth. “So hungry for dick. Insatiable little slut.” He teases as you tear up, and then when your teeth lightly scratch the sides of his dick, his face goes white. He stays still and quiet as you slowly push off the bed, his cock erect, red, and angry as the cold air hits him again. A flicker of worry crosses his eyes, when he thinks he hurt you, but then your surprise him with your next actions. 

You lie down with your back touching the bed, and then you tilt your head up as Jimin hovers over you.

“Fuck my mouth like you do with your favorite toy, daddy.” With your words, Jimin jumps. His dick is suddenly sliding in and out of your mouth, curses falling from his beautiful lips as you squeeze his plump ass and swallow all of his cum, not even wasting a single drop as it flows out. He slows down, as you swallow carefully, and then after he’s done, he pulls out, replacing his dick with his lips. You smirk into the kiss as he tastes himself in you, and then you hear your stomach growl.

“Uh-oh, looks like someone’s hungry for real food.” He lets out a light chuckle before leaving the bed and grabbing a towel to clean you up.

“But I don’t want real food, your dick is enough for me.” Your comment has Jimin in a fit of laughter as he kisses you again and then wipes you with a fluffy towel.

“Why don’t we take a bath after dinner? We can continue later, you’re exhausted.” He throws the towel aside before putting on a pair of boxers and an undershirt.

“Okay, fine.” You both make your way to the kitchen after changing into some fresh clothes and then after eating some ramen, Jimin runs a bath for you. It’s only 9 pm, but it feels like days have passed since you’ve seen Jungkook. 

“Y/N, the bath’s ready!” He calls you as you strip off each article of clothing, fully naked by the time you reach the door. “Do you want me to wash your hair?” He asks as you open the door. He grins when he sees your naked state, and you can see the excitement in his boxers as he motions for you to come forth.

“Leave the door unlocked. I want Kook to see what he’s missing.” You capture his lips with yours, surprising him a little by your sudden lust-driven actions. You drape your naked body around his, tugging his shirt off and slowly nudging the boxers away before making your next move. You push him into the water, and as the water rises, your kisses get deeper and sloppier. He reaches back and pulls the hair tie from your hair, releasing it and allowing it to fall down your back. You moan as his hands grope your ass, and he moans as you rub his hardened nipples.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asks between kisses.

“I just wanted to show you how much I love you. And if Kook doesn’t come home, that’s just fine.” You continue kissing your boyfriend, as his erection pokes your butt.

“Ride me again, babygirl.” He urges you with a deep, husky voice, which is unexpected from Jimin. As you slide into him, the water creates a suction effect and you find it hard to move, since you’re glued together. You share a kiss before he spins you around and while your bare ass is in the air, and his hands are on your cheeks, Jungkook walks right in.

“Well, well, well, what have we got here?”

“Jungkook!” Your vision starts blurring because of the tears in the corners of your eyes. Jimin takes his hands off your ass as Jungkook dives into the water, fully naked.

“Thank Goodness we got this three person tub, huh?” You throw your arms around your second boyfriend, as he teases you for being a crybaby. During all this time, you notice that Jimin is being particularly quiet. “What’s up with you?” Jungkook looks over at his boyfriend, confused by Jimin’s sudden change in attitude.

“We didn’t like seeing a brat like you flirt around with other people.” Jimin’s voice matches his personality, as you can sense the anger in his voice as well.

“And brats like you deserve to be punished.” You grab Jungkook’s chin as Jimin’s hand grips his cock, and you both corner him.

“N-no, you misunderstood-”

“Shut up and take your punishment like a man. Don’t cum without my permission either. Mistress doesn’t like it when brats disobey her.” You coo in his ear, making him shudder from the pressure of Jimin squeezing his dick.

“You gonna be a good boy for us? So that we’ll suck your cock nice and slow?” Jimin’s dominant side comes out again as he has Jungkook whimpering underneath him.

“Y-yes daddy.” He stays still as you both attack him, your lips against his as Jimin lets his lips wander down to his nipple. Jungkook lets out a gasp and then you see it: white jizz floating in the clear water.

“You came.” You break the kiss and stand up, Jimin doing the same. Jungkook whimpers in fear. “Get out of the tub and follow us.” 

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A/N: Next part out now!! I feel bad for iphone users so here you go! Part 2

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SAM by John Dee Cooper © 2020

Chapter 13

It wasn’t too bad to begin with. They were just rubbing stuff into his skin, making it shiny and smooth and giving it a light healthy sheen.

All the same Sam didn’t find it easy standing astride with his arms spread out like some great marble statue, while the toad’s clammy little fingers rubbed ointment into his broad back and buttocks, and the little barefoot boy massaged his thighs, and Master Jack smoothed oil into his torso.  It didn’t feel natural — especially as it stirred undesirable and dangerous urges in him. He blushed with shame when a rush of heat to his groin forced his cock to edge outwards and rub up against Master Jack’s leg.

Jack didn’t seem to mind. He was delighted with the result of the body rub. It rendered the slave’s flesh smooth and tactile and added extra bulk to his impressive array of muscles.

They fitted steel bands to his upper arms to emphasise the roundness of his biceps and tried a similar thing with his calf muscles — but that didn’t look half so good so they took them off. Instead they fitted permanent steel cuffs to his wrists and ankles. They were small, neat and heavy, with clips built into them so that they could quickly and easily be connected to rope or chains or whatever was to hand.

Jack was a little more hesitant when they came to discuss body attachments. He wanted to preserve the slave’s naturally rugged physique and didn’t want to spoil it with too many ornaments, but the rep showed him how a few carefully positioned and scarcely visible studs could be inserted into the slave’s flesh enabling rings, chains and other attachments to be added whenever desired.  

“The most popular locations are the ears, nose, tongue, nipples and penis,” he explained “ and I have an interesting gagging device that allows the tongue to be pinned to the floor of the mouth. And of course we must discuss what we’re going to do with the genitalia — ball stretchers, maybe? Or even a chastity cage if that’s what you have in mind.”

Sam tried to pretend they were talking about someone else but the toad’s fat fingers were all over him prodding and squeezing.

“We need to get cracking, if you want the slave ready for this evening” he said, once Jack had made his selection from the catalogue. “We’ll use needles because they cause less damage to the surrounding flesh and healing is quicker, but we need to keep them red hot to avoid infection — we don’t use sanitary or numbing agents on slaves, so we need to hold him steady or it could turn messy.”  

There were three eager volunteers on the sofa who were only too willing to grab hold of the slave while a small flame burner was lit and the needles heated up.

The earlobes came first. They were easy and though the needle stung as it burrowed its way through the soft flesh, it was quite bearable and Sam reckoned he could probably cope if it was all going to be at this level of discomfort, even though he wasn’t sure he really wanted his body messed about with in this way.

He even managed to contain himself when the needle was jabbed through his nasal cartilage, although it made his eyes water and he had to fight back a sneeze which he thought was going to split his nose wide open.

It was when they got to his tongue that the trouble started. The initial piercing was quick and easy enough — though it stung like hell and he had to hold his tongue out so far it choked. But the clever device for screwing his tongue to the inside of his mouth meant his jaw had to be forced open and held in position with a  metal clamp. It was clear to everyone this was going to hurt — especially Sam who flew into a panic. The three volunteers tightened their grip, but Sam had had enough. He’d decided he didn’t want his body ripped apart like this, even if it was just to please his Master.

With one mighty heave of his powerful arms he flung the three startled volunteers across the room, grabbed the toad by the wrists and tried to wrench the instruments of torture out of his hand — and would have succeeded if the little barefoot boy, who’d been trained to deal with just such an event, hadn’t jabbed him in the small of the back with an electric slave prod.

Sam went rigid, dropped to his knees and toppled forward onto the rubber sheet.

It was a simple matter now to pull his wrists and ankles back and bind the shiny new cuffs together with rope.

Securely hogtied and still stunned  from the shockwave, he was lifted onto his knees, his head pushed back and his mouth forced open. There was a sickening taste of metal and blood as the toad worked on him and although Sam couldn’t move he could feel the needle scraping about inside his mouth and fingers squeezing down on his tongue.

By the time it was over,  Sam’s faculties had returned, but he still couldn’t move. Somebody had got an arm round his neck. His jaw ached and he couldn’t loosen his tongue. He wondered for a moment if his tongue hadn’t been cut out altogether but then it began to throb and he realised it was pinned to the bottom of his mouth. He panicked again and nearly choked when he tried to swallow. The clamp was still holding his jaw open and saliva was dribbling down his chin and onto his chest.  No wonder he hardly noticed the toad drilling needles into his nipples and his cock and God knows where else.

Jack suggested they take a break  while they discussed what to do next, so he and the Kerkermann rep retired to one of the sofas where they talked about things to do to Sam’s genitalia while  the house boy served them tea. They’d pushed Sam over onto his side, facing away from them, still bound hand and foot. A mountain of heaving muscle, Jack thought, mute and obedient, a prize catch for him to mould and exploit for his own personal pleasure and fulfilment. He was enjoying this.

Sam on the other hand was fighting off the pain, his body torn and bruised, wild images of disfigurement and contortion infiltrating  his imagination. It felt as if his whole body had been pierced through with needles and studs, all itching and tugging at his flesh — he wasn’t even sure how many or where they all were. They’d taken the jack out of his mouth, but his jaw ached and he couldn’t move his tongue. He moaned and took deep breaths. What were they turning him into? Some kind of monster? The reflection he’d seen in the shower room mirror — he’d looked so proud and magnificent then — it had been too good to be true.

The conference on the sofa over, it was time to get Sam back on to his feet, but when they untied him he simply lay there, curled up like a foetus, too ashamed and fearful to reveal himself. They had to kick him a few times to get him to move, and as he gradually rose, first onto his hands and knees then slowly one foot at a time, his strength and his courage returned.  

Not daring to look down at his body convinced it was all bloody and covered in scars (which it clearly wasn’t judging by the calm look of approval on Master Jack’s face), he stretched to his full height, flexed a few muscles and taking a deep breath drew all the soreness and discomfort out from wherever he could sense it and relaxed wholesome and complete and feeling strangely aware of his own heightened physical presence — an awareness that manifested itself most visibly in the massive erection that was now the focus of everyone’s attention — an erection that was driven and sustained by the weight of a shiny steel ring jutting out of the tip of his bulging cock head. The sight of it alarmed him at first — how did he not feel them do that? But with a few more deep breaths he had that under his control as well — even though Master Jack was dragging his fingers lightly up and down the length of his shaft triggering spasms of such intensity that Sam was fearful his cock was going to explode.

“Now let’s get to work on those gonads,” said the toad, “while they’re still loose and pliable.”

Sam’s legs were kicked apart and he was bent forward, with his hands on his ankles and his arse in the air. The little bare foot boy crawled underneath and grabbed hold of his testicles, pulling them down while the toad clipped a heavy steel collar round the root of his scrotum. When the boy let go, Sam’s balls hung low and heavy under the weight of the steel collar and the little barefoot boy tested them by flicking them several times with his knuckles making them swing from side to side.

“And now while we have him in this position, we can fit this useful little gadget,” said the toad, proudly presenting an oddly shaped rubber plug with a series of tiny buttons worked into its base. “It’s our number one internal control device with adjustable dimensions so that it can fit comfortably inside any slave without fear of slipping out or being removed without the owner’s knowledge or consent. And it’s operated by this neat little owner’s remote device  with switches for stimulation as well as for control. It’s state of the art!”  

Jack was intrigued and told the rep to go ahead and fit it.

Still bending forwards, Sam was told to reach round with his hands and spread his cheeks. He could feel the toad’s fat fingers probing and poking.

“I can tell this arse has been put to good use,” he heard the toad say. “It should slide in quite easily.”

Sam braced himself. He’d grown accustomed to being fucked by cocks of all sizes while he was in the ruined cottage but this was something quite different. It was solid, heavy and lifeless. The toad had to give his buttocks a few hard slaps to get him to open up enough to let it in. It seemed to fill his whole gut and once it was in it just hung there aching to be pushed out again. Then suddenly he felt it shift and tighten inside him as the toad showed Master Jack how to use the remote control to adjust its size.

“You must remember to give the slave a good flush out before fitting it for any length of time,” warned the toad, referring Jack to the device’s manual, “and to keep him off solid food while it’s in there, otherwise,” he whispered, “ there could be unfortunate consequences when you pull it out.”

Sam was told to stand up straight and that’s when the full impact of the intrusive plug took effect, forcing him to grip his arse muscles and tighten his buttocks causing the solid rubber to press against his prostrate, making his cock jut out as stiff as a rod.

“Very impressive,” said Jack approvingly, inviting the lads on the sofa to come and have a feel of it.

“If you like,” said the toad with an obsequious  grin, “we can prolong that magnificent erection with the help of this little angel.”

He held up a phial of green liquid and mischievously waved a hypodermic needle in the space around Sam’s cock.

“It’s extremely effective and can last up to four hours with the correct dosage. It’s been fully tested and is quite harmless.”

He read out from the leaflet before demonstrating how to make the injection, then handed the hypodermic needle to Jack, who was keen to give it a try.

Sam held his breath as Master Jack loaded the needle and plunged it deep into the fleshy root of his penis.  For a moment there was nothing , then Sam felt a dull ache where the needle had bruised him and his stomach began to quiver and his groin to tingle and burn and his rock hard cock to dance about clutching wildly at the air as his balls bulged and shifted and bolts of lightening shot through his thighs making his whole body tremble and his cock head to twitch. He sucked in air, clenched his muscles and tried to control the force that was surging through his veins, setting his nerve ends on fire.

“Magnificent,” murmured Jack with a thrill of satisfaction as he stroked and petted the hard edgy hunk of slave muscle that stood nervously at attention in front of him.

The Kerkermann rep sorted out a few remaining items, including a lotion to rub into the slave’s ball sac to keep it smooth and hairless, lubricants for the butt plug and an assortment of ornaments, clips, chains and trinkets with which to adorn the slave’s body. He gave Jack a payment form to sign and handed over a receipt and that was it. He shook hands while the little barefoot boy rolled up the rubber mat and put it back in the suitcase, and the pair of them left the room..

“We’ve  just got time to test this thing,” said Jack, picking up the remote control, “and then we really must get ready for dinner. The Brigadier won’t appreciate us being late.”

He and the three occupants of the sofa watched with interest as the slave’s body twisted and squirmed while Jack tried each of the controls in turn. He discovered how to induce a gentle vibration that instantly set the slave moaning and his already rampant cock twitching, a short sharp shock that made him straighten up, alert and ready for command and, best of all, a crippling blow at full power that had him on his knees clutching his arse and howling as best as he could with his tongue pinned to the bottom of his mouth.

The three fellows on the sofa were delighted with this and they all wanted to have a go, so they played around with it for about half an hour, until at last Jack said it really was time to get ready for dinner and led the newly adorned slave out by a lead he’d attached to a ring in his nose.

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Forbidden Lovers

Negan x reader(female)

Warnings- Fluff, smut, fingering, oral, P in V, 

Word Count- 1,036

A/N- I’m thinking about making this a series, but I don’t know. It could be fun to have parts that are pure fluff and even more fun pure smut! Anyway, I’ll think about it. Enjoy, dickheads! JK, love you lot.

You and Negan had been secretly dating for years since he had been locked up in Alexandria. But now that the whisperers were starting a new war, Michonne has asked Negan to help out. Negan had made a deal with her, he’d help out in whatever way she wanted him to, but in exchange, he would get out and live amongst the Alexandrians. She agreed and was now holding a meeting. The council sat in front of the church and a group of Alexandrians sat in the pews, you were one of them. Michonne stood up.

“I know everyone isn’t happy about Negan getting out, but we need all the help we can get to beat the whisperers,” Michonne said. “The council has decided that for Negan to, he will need to stay with someone. Is there anyone that would be willing to allow Negan to stay with them? There will be guards outside so if he tries anything you will be safe.” You knew everyone would judge you but you stood up, took a deep breath.

“He can stay with me,” You said firmly. You looked at Negan, he smiled at you and you smiled back.

“Are you sure, (Y/N)?” Michonne asked.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Okay then. Negan it’s your lucky day. Gabriel, take off his cuffs and take him and (Y/N) to her house,” Michonne instructed and Gabriel did as he was asked. 

*

You unlocked the door and turned to Gabriel.

“Thanks. but you can go now, we’ll be fine,” You mumbled to the priest. You and Negan had been dating for years, which meant neither of you had had sex for years and you couldn’t wait to have him inside you instead of your fingers and a sex toy.

“Are you sure?” Gabriel asked a little perplexed.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” You said a little too quick. “Thank you.”

“Oh, okay. A guard will be over soon, bye,” Gabriel mumbled. As soon as Gabriel turned his back, Negan grabbed your hand and dragged you inside. As soon as the door was shut his lips were on yours. He worked his way down your neck and collarbone as he unbuttoned your shirt. He unhooked your bra and sucked your hardening buds. You moaned loudly, it had been so long, too long since someone had touched you like that. He worked his way down your torso, leaving wet, open-mouthed kiss all the way down to the waistband of your jeans. He fumbled with the buttons until he could finally pull them and your panties down. You stepped out of them and within a second his tongue was swirling around and flicking your clit. An animalistic sound escaping your lips as you throw your head back against the door. You hoped no one saw you two going at it, but to be honest, you didn’t really care. You had been in love with Negan for so long and feeling him show you that with his tongue was more important than what everyone else thought. He penetrated you with his tongue and you cursed as quietly as you could, which turned out to be not so quiet.

“God, baby, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. You taste so fucking good,” Negan exclaimed replacing his tongue with his fingers. His long, thick, callous fingers. 

You shouted, “Fuck!”  so loudly you were sure the full of your neighbourhood could hear you. Negan fucked you hard with his fingers, his tongue rapidly swirling around your clit. Your knees buckled and you struggled to stand up. Negan’s arm wrapped around your waist, holding you up as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. But then he stopped. You cried at the loss of him. He ripped his jeans and boxers down, revealing his long and thick cock. He pushed it slowly inside of you, stretching you out. You threw your head back against the door, strange noises spilling from your mouth as he drilled himself into you. “N- Ne- Negan! I can’t stand, even with you holding me up,” You shouted, your knees shaking. 

“Okay,” Negan sighed, he lifts you up and carries you to your sofa. Your back hits the cushions and instantly he’s back inside you. Pumping in and out, it’s clear he’s been wanted this as much as you.

“Ne-Negan, d-don’t come inside of me. I want to taste you,” You stuttered, but God it was hard to speak when the love of your life was fucking you closer to your orgasm.

“Okay, I’ll stop before I-I cum,” Negan mumbled trying hard to make sure he didn’t cum. You screamed, grinding against him as waves and waves of pleasure washed over you. He pulled out but carried you through your orgasm with his fingers. You dropped to your knees, taking him in your mouth. You licked up and down his shaft, torturing him with your tongue. You swirled your tongue around his swollen tip, tasting his salty precome.

“mmm... baby you taste fucking delicious, I think I could live on your dick for the rest of my life,” You murmured, licking his dick down to his balls, sucking them. You heard him swear as you wrapped your mouth around his cockhead. You bobbed your head up and down, sucking and swirling your tongue around the whole time. You used your hands to squeeze his balls. You could feel him approaching his climax so you quickened your speed. You kept going until he unloaded in the back of your throat. He painted your throat with his milky and thick seed. He fell on the sofa next to you. 

“Well, that’s one hell of a home welcoming present,” Negan laughed putting his arm behind your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. 

“Yeah, well, it was my pleasure,” You giggled wrapping your arms around him. He grabbed the blanket you had laid on the back of the sofa and draped it over the two of you.

“I love you so much, Negan,” You said. 

“I love you too, baby, more than you’ll ever know,” He yawned, falling asleep with you in his arms. You smiled happily as you fell into a soothing sleep.