#14 inch dick getting this throat

[6ronze]

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Kinktober day 13/14: Monsterfucking + blood - Childe/Foul Legacy Transformation x reader

Warnings/tags: Monsterfucking, his dick is like 14 inches, fem!reader. Once Childe transforms, Foul Legacy gets it/its pronouns. Blood is mentioned, unrealistic sex, Foul Legacy is kind of horror movieified. Slight dub con. It sticks its tongue down your throat. You bleed from multiple things. Mentions of breeding too.

Reader really wants Childe to fuck her in his Foul Legacy transformation.

The first time you asked Childe to fuck you in his foul legacy form, he said no.

Immediately shut you down. Outright refused. Wouldn’t even let you start up with a word of argument- he was so violently opposed to the idea- convinced there was no way you could take that version of him, in any way.

But you were, if anything, stubborn. You were sure you could handle it! You knew you could! And you showed Childe that every opportunity you got- stretching yourself wider and wider till you could nearly take your whole hand. A proud grin on your face as you straddled him- giving him the perfect view to see exactly how much you could take.

You were just so determined to prove to Childe that you could handle it- and no matter how many times he told you “No. It would destroy you.” you persisted. Eventually wearing down his walls enough to just get him to have an open conversation about the topic.

You were curled up against Childe’s side, looking up at him as he stuttered in exasperation and desperately tried to explain to you just how bad of an idea this was. “It’ll break you- it'll rip you apart!”

“No. It won’t. I showed you I could take it, so you gotta at least come up with a new excuse.” You responded, huffing.

“It’s still a bad idea! Being exposed to that much abyssal energy is dangerous! It’s no-“ You cut him off, a bit of pride rising in your chest as you revel in having anticipated this argument beforehand. “I talked to Dottore. He said it’s fine.”

Childe frowns, choosing to set the whole bringing-a-mad-man-into-your-sexlife thing aside for later, and instead focusing on the current subject. “I don’t believe him, he’s not exactly trustworthy.”

“He’s competent.”

“He’s a psychopath.”

“But a competent one.”

Childe sighs, angling your head and looking into your eyes as he speaks in a more serious tone. “You don’t understand. When I’m like that- Foul Legacy isn’t me. I’m not able to control myself- it’s all instincts, there’s no self control, there’s no thinking, only doing. It’s-it’s like I’m an animal. And I don’t want you to see me like that and be… scared of me.”

You, very calmly and methodically, explain to him: That. Is. Exactly. What. You. Want.

After that night, it still takes another week's worth of convincing before you get him to agree, and then another week of prep before the big day. And when it finally comes, you can’t help but feel a twinge of regret over not listening to Childe’s warnings. Because oh holy shit. That’s a lot bigger than you had been expecting-

You had seen Foul Legacy before, of course, but only from far away. Up close was a whole new thing. It was 10 feet. Easily. Childe Foul Legacy absolutely towered over you, you couldn’t hide how you trembled and practically cowered underneath its watch. Dressed intricately in an array of dark purples and reds, purple sparks crackled and fizzled in the air surrounding it. The only hint of Childe remaining was the messy nest of ginger hair that stuck out from behind Foul Legacy’s mask (face? You couldn’t tell).

You understood what Childe meant. This wasn’t him, this was Foul Legacy.

“Is this what you wanted?”

You flinch as you hear Foul Legacy speak, forcing your head into a shaky nod. Its voice is deep, scratchy, and barely recognizable as Childe’s. Despite the words clearly ringing through the room, there’s no movement from its mask.

“Good.”

You could’ve sworn Foul Legacy teleported to infront of you. One moment it was across the room, the next, its black claws found your hips, effortlessly lifting you up and tossing you onto the mattress.

You landed with a soft “thump”, getting no to time to catch your breath before Foul Legacy’s hands are already back on you. Its claws dig into your hips- tiny rivulets of blood flowing from where the razor sharp points pierces your skin- and it lifts.

A startled yelp comes out of your throat as your lower body is lifted up and Foul Legacy moves its head between your legs. You hardly get a chance to scream in horror as its mouth opens- a long, thick, dark purple tongue that immediately dragged roughly over your clit.

You gasped, hands flying to cover your mouth as Foul Legacy ground its tongue against your clit. You rut your hips upwards, whimpering at the way its claws dug deeper into the fat of your hips in warning.

“Childe- Childe please!” You babbled, crying and grabbing at the sheets as you were forced to take the near painful grind of Foul Legacy’s tongue against your clit. It was too much, but it wasn’t enough, and the more Foul Legacy went on, the harder you sobbed, eventually, a painful orgasm crashing into you like a freight train.

Foul Legacy’s tongue continued to rub against you- working you through your orgasm till you were once again squirming in overstimulation.

You didn’t get any time to recover before you were once again dropped down onto the mattress- hazily worrying about the blood ruining the sheets before you froze.

There was no way. There was no way that was going to fit inside of you. It was at least 14 inches, for Christ's sake. And why the hell was it thicker than your upper arm?

You hastily pushed yourself up, opening your mouth to call out Childe’s name- only to have your ankles grabbed and shoved up past your head- your body now completely bent in half.

You cried out and squeezed your eyes shut, shaking as you felt that same long tongue flicker across were Foul Legacy’s bloody claws were holding your ankles- shivering as you felt it lick the blood up- eventually moving to the punctures on your hips and lapping up the blood that ran down your skin.

By the time you cracked your eye open, Foul Legacy had finished with the blood- bitting, licking, and sucking across your thighs as it made its way closer and closer to your still sensitive pussy.

You bucked your hips away, squirming and begging as you tried to get through to Childe.

“No no no no- Childe! I’m too sensitive! You were too rough! Don’t use your tongue again!!”

Foul legacy looked up at you, an angry growl and tight ting of the claws at your wrists was all you needed to be frightened back into compliance.

You bit your cheek and looked away, a whiny whimper escaping from your throat as the head of Foul Legacy’s monstrous cock rubbed against your sore clit.

Well- at least it listened to you-

Although you weren’t sure you were grateful once it started pushing in. No matter how wet you had been, it would’ve hurt either way.

You couldn’t help it, you screamed. loud and pained until Foul Legacy shoved its tongue down your open mouth, muffling your screams as the large muscle wiggled its way past the muscles at the back of your throat, leaving you sobbing and gagging around it as the painful stretch of its cock only grew worse.

All the while, you were staring up. Not at your boyfriend, but at whatever he had become.

Tears flowed freely from your eyes as you struggled to breath around the tongue intent on making its way down your throat. The lack of oxygen at least partially distracted you from the burning stretch of your hole.

Foul Legacy didn’t remove its tongue from your mouth until you were too lost in pleasure to care about the pain. You couldn’t help but scream- the way Foul Legacy’s cock bullied it’s way inside of you- going deeper and deeper with each thrust, till it could bottom out easily with each thrust-

You were absolutely leaking around its cock, babbling and clenching as each of Foul Legacy’s thrusts sent the bed rocking and you bouncing.

You were too far gone to even care when you looked down- seeing Foul Legacy’s cock covered in blood as It roughly thrusted in and out- growling things about breeding you, filling you up, telling you that you’d make such a strong mother for its offspring.

Even when you came, Foul legacy didn’t stop, fucking you through not just that orgasm- but another one after it. By the time Foul Legacy finally did finish, you were hardly more than a fucked out mess beneath it. It’s hips stuttering and grinding into you as it filled you with waves and waves of cum- till it spilled out from your pussy, even while you were still stretched out on its cock.

Even then, Foul Legacy didn’t pull out, it kept you on its cock, curling its massive body around you protectively as you fell asleep almost immediately.

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

[ln4bub]

10 + 14 + 25 + oscar? 🥹

To celebrate Oscar’s last race as a rookie <3

It was hot, way too fucking hot, and you can’t imagine how Oscar must be feeling in that car. You knew when you stepped off the plane in Qatar that this weekend would be hell, but you have to admit that it’s brightened up since Oscar got sprint pole in quali. He was all over you, so proud of himself and wanting to celebrate his biggest achievement in Formula One so far. You were still sore if you were being honest.

You couldn’t tear your eyes off the screen, the third safety car had been out, and Oscar was leading by 2.4 seconds. Your Oscar. The last five laps fly past, no car existing in your mind other than the McLaren of your boyfriend. He crosses the line in first, with Max just 1.8 seconds behind. You stand there in shock, Oscar's race engineer sending congratulations down the radio. The garage has erupted, a McLaren double podium.

"Holy shit." You whisper.

You're the one pouncing on Oscar this time, slamming your lips together as you finally get him alone. "What's gotten into you?" He asks against your lips, not stopping your efforts to taste every inch of his mouth. "Want to show you how proud I am." You murmur, kissing your way down his neck, tasting the remnants of champagne on his skin.

You slide down to your knees, tugging his shorts down as you go. "So eager to please aren't you?" He coos, running his thumb over your cheek. You nod, big eyes beaming back at him, almost black with lust.

"Make yourself useful then." He demands, sliding his hand to grasp the back of your head. He pulls himself out of his underwear with the other, tapping the head of his cock on your lips. You open your mouth, granting him entrance and immediately moaning at the salty taste of his precum. His head falls back against the hotel room door, throat constricting with his effort not to groan out your name so soon.

Your tongue swirls around his head, flicking against the little vein on the underside, his cock twitching in your mouth at the feeling. "So good to me baby, giving me the winner's treatment." He groans, chuckling lightly at the way you take him deeper in response, always so desperate for him. You slide his cock out of your mouth and his head snaps down to look at you, "Want you to fuck my mouth Oscar, use me." You whimper, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out for him.

"Are you sure? Once we start I might not be able to stop." He warns you, but you simply nod eagerly, letting your spit collect at the tip of your tongue. Oscar moans at your neediness, slapping his cock on your tongue. The lewd wet sounds of your mouth cloud his mind as he thrusts his cock into your mouth. You can't help but gag, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.

"I'm going to ruin you, gonna use your pretty little mouth." He groans, pulling your hair tighter to feel you whimper around him. The vibrations travel up his cock, sending a shiver down his spine as he moans out your name followed by a string of praises. Your tear-filled eyes stare back at him, lips dripping with spit as he continues to plunge in and out of your mouth. His groans start getting louder and you can tell he's getting closer, feeling the throbbing of his dick in your mouth. Your hand snakes up to cup his balls, rolling them softly in your palm as he thrusts. You feel his thighs quiver as he growls out, "So fucking good to me, my fucking perfect girl."

You squeeze your thighs together, feeling your panties get even more ruined with his praise. "Gonna cum Y/N, gonna swallow it like a good girl for me, yeah baby?" He stutters out, thrusts growing shallower but faster as he chases his high. You hum in agreement, continuing to stimulate him as best as you can. The gentle vibrations of your hum send him over the edge, his hips stilling as he pumps his cum down your throat.

Before you get a chance to breathe he pulls you back, slamming his lips to yours and relishing in the aftertaste he left behind, claiming your mouth. He pulls your hair to tilt your head back, admiring your swollen, slick lips and tear stained cheeks. He smiles sweetly, placing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

"I want you on naked all fours on my bed, I'll be there in one minute, and keep your hands to yourself." He commands, whispering the last part before kissing your lips one last time and letting you go to fulfil his wishes.

[queensunshinee]

Time Of Our Lives || Part 14

warnings: SMUT! 18+!, dirty talk, fingering, mention of p in v sex.

Part 14

"We can't keep doing this," Liana said as she lay on her back, breathing heavily, with Patrick in the same position beside her. "What the actual fuck are you talking about, Liana?" His disdainful voice echoed through the unfurnished apartment. "I can't hear your voice anymore. I really can't," she mumbled, turning her back to him, which made him grab her hair in a firm but not strong fist.

"You didn't have a problem hearing me while I was fucking you, Li. Kind of hypocritical, don't you think?" he sneered, pulling her closer. "Do you always have to be so crude and disgusting? Seriously, I'm askin—" He cut her off by pushing a finger into her mouth. Not too hard, he knew she would open it just enough to take exactly what he wanted to give her.

"Maybe I'm the one who can't hear you anymore, did you think of that option?" he tightened his grip on her hair, pushing the finger a bit deeper, hearing her choke lightly but not trying to resist. "Complaining all day. Something always bothers you. Never saying 'thank you' for how good I am to you," he added another finger and she turned her head for a second but steadied herself quickly.

Liana wanted to answer him but his fingers, pumping in her mouth, kept her busy. And the heat of New York in July was driving her crazy. They had just finished fucking; it didn't make sense that she was so horny again.

"Say sorry," he said in a steady voice to her ear. "If you say sorry and let me smoke a damn cigarette without fighting with me, maybe I'll push these fingers into your pussy." She shook her head no, making him chuckle. "You're such a slut, Liana. You know that if you start a fight the second after you cum, I'll want to fuck you again. Say fucking sorry." She moaned into his fingers, closing her eyes, clearly imagining them inside her soaked pussy. It wasn't clear if she was this wet from the sex they had a few minutes ago, or from the words he was saying to her now with that grip on her hair.

"Sorry," she said as his fingers tickled her throat and she choked on her own words. "Again," he didn't move an inch. Aware of her discomfort. "Sorry," she said. She could come from this situation. He knew she could come like this exactly. Without him touching her at all. "My little slut, who spends all day looking for a fight, wants to come?" he asked, amused. His dick hadn't even had a chance to get hard again and she was already so worked up. So easy for him to push her to the edge.

"Yes. Please, Patrick," into his fingers, she let out an unreasonable amount of saliva. He pulled them out and pushed them directly to where she needed him. "I don't want to hear a peep from you. The first moan and I pull them out," he said. "Is this the only way I can get some peace and quiet in this house? Only when I put something inside you, Liana?" All he heard in response was her heavy breathing. He turned her onto her back again.

"You want to make your pretty noises so badly and you can't. Such a pity you're a brat, huh, Li?" He saw the tears gathering in her eyes from the effort not to make any sound. Because she knew he would stop. He was that much of a dickhead. And all Liana wanted was to scream his name over and over and over. Patrick. Patrick. Patrick.

"You like hearing my voice now, huh?" he said, adding a third finger and feeling her tighten around him with a sigh she couldn't keep in. She never knew how to come quietly and that would always be Patrick's favorite sound. He chuckled as he pulled his fingers out of her and lay back beside her.

"Can I smoke now or are we still fighting?" he asked, rolling his eyes and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. "I don't think you have any more orgasms to give me today," he stated and lit the cigarette.

"Can you at least smoke by the window?" She rolled her eyes and he sighed, mustering the last of his energy to stand by the window. Quiet again. Exactly what Patrick wanted. He wanted her to be silent sometimes so much that he hated himself for needing to just not hear her voice. Not always. Just occasionally, when he heard her too much.

"I'm going to take a shower." She mumbled and locked herself in the bathroom. Liana took a deep breath as she leaned on the sink, looking at herself in the small mirror. They had landed almost a week ago. The apartment still looked like a homeless person was squatting in it. The bathroom wall was peeling and it bothered her. Patrick said he would fix it. That's the only reason she didn't insist on seeing other apartments. She turned on the cold water, trying to cool down the heat and anger she felt. Returning to America was weighing on her, and Patrick had forgotten her birthday yesterday. That's what they had been fighting about for a day now.

"Sorry I expected my boyfriend of the past three years to remember I have a birthday. My bad," she shouted, tears in her eyes. She needed a break from all the stress of the move, job hunting, and avoiding meeting her parents. She needed one evening with Patrick at a silly restaurant to feel she could get through this period. But no, even that he couldn't give her.

"Li, you always celebrated with Ar—" he started. "That excuse doesn't work, Patrick. Think of a new one. Where were you and why was it more important than being with me today?" She crossed her arms under her chest. If she could, she would have thrown something at him. "I met up with Logan and Dave from boarding school." He lowered his head. Embarrassed. He was fully-drunk right now, Liana hadn't noticed yet.

To his defense, he felt terrible. He went out to get drunk with friends from the past on his girlfriend's birthday. It wasn't a good feeling. "I'll make it up to you, Li." He said, and she looked at him with teary eyes and a disgusted expression. "You make me sick, Patrick. I could literally throw up right now," she said. She always knew how to say the hardest things to hear in the middle of fights. Lately, they had been fighting so much that Patrick had become indifferent.

"Then you wonder why even on your birthday I don't want to be with you. With all due respect, Liana, you're unbearable." He said coldly, stepping away from her, hoping she wouldn't smell the alcohol on him. Regretting the amount he drank. But he got carried away, and he hadn't seen his friends in literally years, and he knew in another world, Art could have been there too, so they drank and enjoyed, and then he came back to the dingy apartment they rented and the girl he shared his life with, and he felt like his soul was sucked out of him in a second.

"I'm not forcing you to be with me, Patrick. You can take your shit and leave. Better yet, I'll take my shit and leave this place. I'm pretty sure there's asbestos in the walls." She rolled her eyes and poured herself a glass of wine.

And then he apologized and apologized and apologized, and they fucked and fucked and fucked, and each in turn wondered aloud if this was how their whole lives would look.  And each in turn wanted to cry and shake the person in front of them, and usually, there were no turns at all, they just shouted at each other simultaneously. Who forgets their girlfriend's birthday? Their truly objectively wonderful girlfriend. The one who goes with him to tournaments. The one who listens to him after he fights with his parents. The one who lets him fuck her in the filthiest ways imaginable.

That's how they had been all day, and Liana was exhausted. She had no more strength for the shouting seminar imposed on her. She had no desire to fuck anymore, and she had no desire to forgive him for every fuck-up he made.

"I'm going to sleep." She mumbled as she came out of the shower dressed only in her underwear. "Like that?" He asked with a smile. "Yes, Patrick. You didn't bother with air conditioning in the apartment, so like this." She rolled her eyes. Again with her back to him, making him sigh.

"Are we still fighting?" He asked after fifteen minutes. He knew she wasn't asleep yet because she breathed differently when she slept. "I don't know, Patrick, are we still fighting?" Liana's voice was quiet and defeated. "Can you turn towards me?" He asked softly. It was the first time he spoke to her softly since this round of fights began. So Liana turned, and he gently moved some hair from her face, in the gentlest motion he could muster.

"I really am sorry, Li. You know I'm sorry, right?" He asked. Liana could see by the moonlight streaming through the window that his eyebrows were furrowed. "I know, Pat. I just don't understand how the fact that you're sorry helps me anymore." She sounded calm, but her sigh expressed frustration. "I'll try harder. We'll have a date night tomorrow. I'll make it up to you, Lilo." He smiled, tracing circles on her cheek. He knew he could turn things around. It's him and Liana. They had had more serious fights than her crappy birthday. Who cares about birthdays anyway?

"We really can't keep doing this, Pat..." She said what she had said to him half an hour ago, only in a different tone. "Doing what?" He knew she needed to release it. To say everything clearly and sharply, and he needed to take a deep breath and then tell her she was right and let it pass with the night. "We can't scream the worst things in the world at each other." She sighed, "You can't grab my hair and then—" "You love it when I grab your hair," they both rolled their eyes when he interrupted her. "That's not the point. You can't scream at me that I'm unbearable and then grab my hair and fuck me and think everything is fine after we cum. We're trying to build something. We just moved into this shithole, and we already can't look at each other. It's fucking scary." She concluded. "Can I?" He asked for permission to speak, and she nodded, knowing his piercing gaze could see her even in the dark. "First of all, you also say hurtful shit, Liana. I usually just respond to it. Secondly, I'll say it again—you love when I grab your hair. I won't detail how we found that out, because I remember you were there. And then you were there every time I did it again. You also kinda love it when I fuck you. Not as much as I love fucking you, but you love it." He ended with humor, making her giggle and he thinks it was the first time he heard her laugh since they moved into this apartment. Since they returned to America.

"I'm scared too. My balls are shaking most of the time." He shrugged. "But I know that no matter how bad everything is, I come home and you're here." He intertwined his fingers with hers. "And I'll fix the bathroom wall, and tomorrow we'll buy the biggest fan we can find." He said. "Your autobiography will be called 'Fights and Fucks' by Patrick Zweig," Liana said in response, moving closer to him, laying her head on his chest, and closing her eyes. "You're the muse, Amanda." They both laughed. So maybe everything would be fine, and they could actually keep doing this.

Liana stood in front of the Donaldson family home, taking a deep breath, a bit hesitant to ring the doorbell. She had video calls with Art’s parents every few months. They were interested in her and Patrick’s lives, as expected from people who raised her as if she were their own.

Now that she was back in America, she had no choice but to attend the annual family gathering for her and Art’s birthday. Art. She hadn’t spoken to Art in years. Once, she never thought she’d say such a sentence, but it was the truth. After his grandmother passed away, they both realized they needed to move on with their lives, each in their own direction. She knew Tashi had started coaching him; that’s all her dad talked about for a while. The Tashi Duncan coaching ‘our Art.’ He wasn’t theirs at all. Maybe her dad had taken ownership of him, but the connection between her and Art Donaldson was purely coincidental.

“The doorbell is right there.” She heard his voice and instinctively closed her eyes, briefly passing a hand over her nose. “I know where the doorbell is, Donaldson.” She replied, not daring to turn and look at him. “You can open the door, I live here.” She rolled her eyes at his tone, as if he had won an argument that no one was having with him.

And speaking of arguments, she and Patrick had fought again that morning. He was supposed to come with her. At the last minute, he chickened out. Said he had a training session scheduled without his knowledge. As if she didn’t know Patrick. The thought of sitting around the same table with Art made him tremble with fear, and he preferred to leave her alone. As far as she was concerned, he could shove a racket up his ass if he was desperate to come this week. She didn’t plan on touching him or sleeping in the same bed as him.

They entered the house quietly, Art still behind her, examining what he could see. His heart was beating so fast it was embarrassing. He felt like he was sixteen. It had been three years since he saw Liana, and it felt like losing a limb. Sometimes he wondered if he ever knew her at all. If he hadn’t invented this girl. His dream girl whom he got to hug for exactly two nights. But then his parents would say something about how she was doing. Or about Patrick. Or that they were living together in London now. And then the news that they were moving back to America.

Art wouldn’t say it out loud, but he was almost sure he shed a tear when he heard they were coming back. And he didn’t even know why, because they had been in a relationship for years, and he had been alone for years. But the possibility of seeing her again gave him hope. He didn’t know what kind of hope, but it was there. And it was exciting. Art couldn’t remember the last time he was excited. Maybe when Tashi agreed to coach him.

And now he was sitting next to Liana, by the pool. Like every other summer. As if nothing had changed. As if it was just Liana and him with a cake and two spoons. As if he was used to seeing her with bangs and as if her green summer dress was no different from anything he’d seen her wear throughout their lives. “Tell me something good, and I’ll let you have some of my cake.” They had been in this situation before, but now it was so loaded. “I don’t eat cakes anymore.” She said with existential seriousness, and Art raised an eyebrow. He had no way to argue with that; he didn’t know her eating habits, but he was ready to go to war for this cake. There was nothing Liana loved more than this cake his mom made every year for her.

“I’m 24 already, for two weeks now, unlike you. It's a mediocre age, don’t expect too much.” She said, not letting him sit with those thoughts for too long. She reached for the cake, and he handed her a spoon. “What’s wrong with 24?” Art asked. “You’re old, Art. No one will think it’s cool if you wear your cap backwards. And bills. Paying for electricity sucks.” She shrugged.

“I heard you guys are living in New York…” Art said after a few minutes of silence. “Yeah, we found this great apartment,” she smiled a forced smile. Who was she kidding? Art knew every one of her smiles. No matter how much time had passed. He knew Liana. “In New York.” He said again. “Yes, still there. Nothing changed in the last two seconds.” She replied with sarcasm.

“How’s Patrick?” He asked. He knew he shouldn’t have. But he also wanted to know, and the fact that he didn’t come bothered him. “Everything’s great, he had a training session today that he couldn’t move. He sends his regards.” She said. A bit too quickly. As if she had rehearsed it. Patrick didn’t send him anything. Maybe he wished he’d go to hell and hoped a truck would run him over. He didn’t send him any regards. Art appreciated the lie.

“Tell him thanks. That 24 is a good age for some changes.” Art said, taking a big bite of the cake but not taking his eyes off Liana, who started to blush while rolling her eyes.

He couldn’t believe she was sitting in front of him, blushing. So many possibilities.

Hello :) how are we feeling with that time jump? We're all grown-ups now. Back in America again.  You're more than welcome to talk to me as usual.  taglist is open as well. Hope you are still enjoying this xx 💜

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[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin]

Smut submission

An orc,2 werewolves,a minoutaur,and a demon,an incubus to be exact.You’ve had this dream before,but when the werewolf in front grabs your arm,you realize this is very real.The first werewolf grabs your cheeks(the ones on your face horndog) and puts a pill in your mouth.Birth control.Once you swallow that.His originally blank face now turn into a big smile,as the rest of the monsters enter your house.Time for the fun to begin.

By what wasn’t even more than 5 seconds,your clothes were already completely ripped off,surrounded in all directions by monsters.Fortunately or unfortunately,they decided to take things a bit slow.The orc picks you up and places you on the couch.The orc gathers around the couch with the 2 werewolves.

The demons tail moves to the side of his waist then in front of him.It’s shaped like a heart,but just as you see the shape,he slides it into you,taking you by surprise.It’s much bigger than it looks.You try to hold back your moans back,but it doesn’t work.They fill the room,making the other monsters even more excited for their turn.

In the moment that your mouth is open,the orc sticks his dick into your mouth,suffocating you and your moans.It’s already in your throat,making a noticeable bulge.He puts his giant hands behind your head,shoving his cock down your throat,making you choke as you struggle to breath.It slides in and out,never leaving less than 5 inches in your mouth.The two werewolves bring their cocks to you.Each one brings up one of your hands and puts in on their dick,implying that you jack them off.

The orc cums in your throat before pulling his dick out.The gallons of jizz make you continue to gag,even with his dick out of your throat.Almost instantaneously the werewolves cum all over your face,spraying their cum all over you.The demon removes his tail from you,waving it in front of your face in an almost teasing way to show that it’s soaking wet from your lady juices.The orc and werewolves may be done,but the drink is just getting started,and the minotaur

hasn’t even done anything yet.

The demon picks you up and sits down on the couch,placing you in a cowgirl position,facing him a she slides his dick into you,making you keep eye contact.He puts his hands on your sides making you ride him,taking your hips back and forth until you’re doing it by yourself.He’s so big in you that your womb is actually bulging.All of a sudden his hands move down to your ass,grabbing and groping the cheeks.He then spreads your ass,as you hear them minotaur’s heavy footsteps approaching behind you.

You feel something huge poking the entrance of your tight asshole.Without any hesitation,the minotaur slides his full length into you.You feel his massive balls hit you as all 14 inches of him enter your ass,stretching you to your limits as he slides in and out of you,moving too fast for someone of his size,constantly hitting your core. He grabs your face with one hand and shoulder with the other,repeatedly slamming himself into you,the demon also fucking you,almost splitting your head with pleasure.

The demon starts licking your nipple,using his hand to twist the other.This overstimulates you even more than before,filling your brain with nothing but pleasure from these monsters relentlessly pounding your holes.After what seems like hours,the cum for the 5th time inside you,filling you up to the point where you’re not sure if the birth control will even work.After making you cum 97 times,they finally finish in you for the last time,pulling out of you,leaving you twitching on the couch,all alone again,your holes gaping and leaking with monster cum.After finally getting yourself to move,you get your phone,and call your friend to help you clean up everything.

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Smutober Day 14 ~ Prompt ~ Hwang Hyunjin [M]

WORD COUNT: 0.8k

PAIRING: Hyunjin x GN!Reader  

GENRE: established relationships, minors DNI,, prompt: “Don’t Start What you cant finish” blow job, under the desk, workplace shenanigans, almost getting caught 

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - Smutober 2023

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Hyunjin stared at you as you sat down in front of him, his eyes widened a little as he waited for you to say something. Anything but you didn't. Instead, you ran your hands up his thighs and grazed your hands over his already-hardened cock in his work trousers, 

"Don't start something you can't finish." He warned you in a deep voice that drove you wild. You'd been working for him for months now and it was about time you cut the sexual tension between you as well as the literal tension that he was feeling.

"I'm helping you relax, can you not act like a cock about it?" You questioned as you unbuckled his belt, your heart rapidly hitting against your ribcage as you tried to focus on the task at hand.

Hyunjin stared at you, he'd been wanting to do this for a long time but he never wanted to be the one to initiate anything between you, he always thought the attraction you had for him was in his head. But it was obvious now it wasn't.

"You need to look busy, the blinds to your office are open.2 You reminded him as you worked him free from his pants, your mouth drying at the sight of him. He was already rock hard and the tip of his cock was dripping with precum.

"You're fucking huge." You whined as you slowly took him down your throat, he was so big you had to pause every couple of seconds to let yourself get used to it. Hyunjin bit down onto his knuckles as he looked at his screen trying to seem as though he was doing something.

"S-Shitting hell, your mouth feels so good," He whined out as he glanced down at you, watching as you took him to the hilt staying there for a second before gagging and pulling off him for a minute,

"God, you sound so pretty choking on my cock like that," The praise sent you reeling as you took him back into your mouth, slowly moving your head around him as you got comfortable with the size of his dick. Hyunjin grunted as he clutched onto the arms of his chair, his heart racing as he glanced down at you no longer caring if someone could see. 

It was magic watching you suck and lick him, his muscles tightening every time your mouth. You hummed around him softly, flattening your tongue and running it on the underside of his shaft as you pulled away from him. Pumping him in your hand while you gently sucked the head of his cock,

"Fuck, Yn, just like that." He groaned as you felt yourself getting more and more turned on at the thought of getting him off. There was something about having the power in this situation that sent you over the edge. 

Drool leaked from the corners of your mouth, dripping down on your chin but you didn't care, nothing was going to stop you. Every groan and moan falling from your boss's lips only encouraged you to keep going, to please him and give him all the pleasure that you could

"Good fucking girl." He grunted as he held onto your cheek, running his thumb along your skin as you took him to the back of your throat and gagged around the base of his cock,

"You take every inch, you like sucking this dick don't you?" You nodded frantically around him,

"You want my cum?" You once again nodded frantically at him as he grunted as you took his balls into your hand gracefully dondling them as you stared at him through your lashes.

"S-Shit," He hisses noticing someone walking his way to his office.

"Someone coming," He choked out but you knew everyone knocked before they came into the room so you had time. You picked up your efforts and began to move your head faster, using one hand to play with his balls while the other pumped the rest of his shaft.

"Oh fuck me," He let out a low grunt as a string of curse words began to fall from his lips. The sudden rush of adrenaline was sending him closer to his climax as someone tapped on the office door. Hyunjin let out a tiny whimper as he released himself deep inside of your mouth, your small laughter making him glare at you as he called for whoever it was to come into the room.

"I have the reports for Yn but they're not at their desk. Shall I leave them with you?" You stared at Hyunjin as he nodded at them,

"Are you okay sir? You look a little flushed."

"I'm fine, Just leave the reports and I'll give them to Yn when they're back." Once the door shut you smirked, watching as your boss went to close his blinds so that you were able to come out from under the desk,

"You're in trouble, Just wait until the next meeting and it's my chance to play." He warned you before kissing you deeply and passionately, lifting you up onto the desk and making out with you.

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[daydreams-after-dark]

What's your fanfic fantasy? part 12

Chapter Contents.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 //

Premise: fem reader + Chan + Jisung 18+ fanfic. This is an AU story about Chan bringing your fantasies to life... but what happens when boyfriends Chan and Han fall in love with you?

Chapter Summary: Hyunjin visits Minho

a/n: I wanted to explore Minho and Hyunjin a little more. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: mxm, blow jobs, cum swallowing, anal fingering, unprotected anal sex.

Minho pov.

Minho set two wine glasses and a bottle of red on the kitchen bench. He didn’t even know if Hyunjin liked red wine, but Minho thought he seemed like the type to enjoy a glass of red. He exhaled shakily and ran a hand through his hair. Shit. He was so nervous, his hands trembled. Maybe he should have a glass right now?

He checked his phone 11.35pm. Hyunjin would be there any minute. 

Minho didn’t really think Hyunjin would say yes to coming and meeting him here. He couldn’t believe he even had the courage to even text him. They hadn’t spoken to each other since that night at the studio, when he thought Hyunjin was going to kiss him. In Minho’s fantasies he’d imagine that he did actually kiss him. Those sweet, full luscious lips connecting with his. He felt the blood rush to his dick, causing it to start filling out. 

When you had helped him bring his Hyunjin fantasy to life and he imagined it was Hyunjin’s ass he was inside, he knew he had it so fucking bad for this man.

“Ping” a text message. Minho’s anxiety surged through his body.

Hyunjin: “I’m at the front door.”

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Minho tried to slow his heart as walked down the stairs towards the entry hall. The house felt deserted even though he knew somewhere, probably the gym, the others were all having some sort of sex show, and Felix was probably asleep.

He paused at the front door. He had wanted this moment for so long. He couldn’t believe it was finally here, unfolding before him. He shook his head to try and rid himself of his nerves. But it didn’t work, his body felt heavy with anxiety and desire as he opened the big, wooden door.

Minho’s breath caught in his throat at the sight. Hyunjin. Leaning against the brick wall. Denim jeans and a leather jacket. He looked like a fucking model. He was slightly taller than Minho, slender, with long brown hair and he had the most sultry look on his face that he'd had ever seen. Minho’s mouth parted in awe.

Hyunjin met Minho’s eyes and Minho’s mouth hung open even more. He was mesmerized, and he had to blink a few times to snap himself out of the man's spell.

“Um… c-come in.” He stuttered, and the two dancers made their way into the house.

Minho felt Hyunjin’s eyes on him as he lead the way into the kitchen and it made his stomach feel like it was doing somersaults. He could feel the sexual tension between them.

“Umm,” Minho coughed to clear his throat. “Would you like some wine?” he gestured to the glasses and wine bottle.

Hyunjin slinked against the edge of the bench, leaning his back against it, and twiddled a strand of his hair. Minho stole a glance at him and was met with Hyunjin’s curious gaze. He was looking straight at Minho so fucking seductively that it set him on fire. Hyunjin glanced at the wine and back up to Minho.

“You trying to get me drunk, Lee Minho?” he teased. Minho felt his face turn bright red, as he poured the glasses of wine.

“More like calm my nerves.” He whispered, setting the bottle down and placing his hands flat on the counter top to compose himself.

Out of the corner of his eye, Minho could see Hyunjin inching closer to his side. The hairs on his arms stood end, and his veins stood out from the growing tension as he felt the dancer’s energy enter his personal space. Then Minho watched Hyunjin’s hand as it slowly reached for his, placing it on top and squeezing it gently.

Minho stopped breathing entirely. How could he breath when this angel of a man was so close?

Hyunjin leaned in close to Minho’s ear, close enough he could feel the man’s hot breath against his neck. “Don’t be nervous, Minho.” He whispered. “I know we’ve both thought about this moment for a long time.” He brushed his lips against Minho’s neck.

Minho shuddered and slowly turned his head towards Hyunjin, who didn’t make any attempt to step away from him. They were face to face. So close. Hyunjin’s expression needy and flushed, Minho’s expression strained and cautious. Hyunjin bit his lower lip and parted his mouth, trying to encourage Minho to kiss him. Minho stood fixed to the spot. How could he fucking move? This was too intense. This was too scary. Then Hyunjin’s tongue appeared, slipping through his parted mouth and teasing his own lower lip, running it along the plush skin.

Fuck it. Thought Minho and he smashed his mouth hungrily against Hyunjin’s lips.

Hyunjin melted into the kiss immediately, as Minho gave him everything could in that moment. He greedily sought Hyunjin’s tongue sucking it into his mouth then pushing his own back into Hyunjin’s. Hyunjin pulled away panting and threw his head back in a moan, revealing his long, slender neck. Minho took the opportunity to maneuver himself so he was flush against Hyunjin, pushing him hard into the edge of the counter, pressing their erections together. Hyunjin squealed playfully when Minho nipped his neck and delivered kisses up to his ear and bit down gently on his earlobe.

“Fuck. Minho.” Hyunjin exclaimed. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to know what this feels like.” Hyunjin’s hands slid around Minho’s waist tugging him in closer so he could grind against his hardness.

“Jinnie,” Minho said low “I need you… I need to feel you…” he pulled away from his neck and held his face in his hands. “Can I feel all of you, Hyunjin?” his voice was gravelly and full of lust. “Can I feel what it’s like to be inside you?”

Hyunjin looked like he was about to come on the spot, just at Minho’s words, and he threw his arms around Minho’s neck and slid his tongue back inside his mouth. Minho moaned and then growled. Suddenly spurred on by Hyunjin’s intrusive tongue, Minho lifted Hyunjin up to sit on the bench, pushing his hips between seated man’s legs. Their hands and their tongues frantically explored one another as they shed their shirts. Their naked torsos writhed together as they made out in the kitchen.

“But… first I need to suck you off?” Minho reached for Hyunjin's belt and paused looking up at Hyunjin for permission.

“Yes, Minho… please…yes!” Hyunjin whined, desperately.

Minho swiftly unbuckled Hyunjin’s belt, undoing his jeans and releasing his length through the fly of his boxer shorts. Minho couldn’t contain his arousal at the sight of his cock. It was just as stunning and ethereal as the rest of him. He couldn’t wait to taste it. He couldn’t wait to taste Hyunjin’s cum.

“Min…” Hyunjin cried out high pitched as Minho’s tongue gently licked the tip of his penis. Minho looked up and chuckled darkly. “You like that, hmm?” he cooed.

“Mmm… yes… ughh! Please..” Hyunjin seemed to be losing himself at the slightest touch, and Minho wondered what he’ll be like once he’s actually fucking him.

The bench height felt a little awkward for Minho as he had to bend down, but he soon realized this angle was allowing him to take almost all of Hyunjin into his mouth. It felt incredible to finally have Hyunjin here with him in this way. The way he had wanted for so long.

Hyunjin’s cock tasted salty, his skin felt so soft and silky, the big veins looked obscenely sexy. Minho had grown rock hard in his pants. Hyunjin was losing it, throwing his head back, whining every time Minho sunk right down to the hilt.

Minho was always a top, but he had always loved to give his lovers earth shattering blow jobs. But right now, in this moment, Minho considered what it would feel like to have this most perfect cock he’d ever laid eyes on, ever held, ever tasted, inside of his own ass. Sweet Jesus what was happening to him?

Minho felt Hyunjin’s fingers in his hair, pressing his head down and holding it in place as he slowly rolled his hips to thrust his cock into Minho’s mouth. Minho’s eyes watered, and saliva ran down his chin, but he was comfortable enough to take him like this.

“No one’s ever taken me in their mouth this good before…” Hyunjin panted. “I didn’t think you’d be such a cock slut… usually it’s me giving the best head.” His head lolled back again as he gyrated against and into Minho’s face and mouth. “Can I come in your mouth?” he whispered, releasing his grip on Minho’s head. Minho looked up at Hyunjin and winked. “Absolutely. I wanna taste your cum, sweetheart.” and sank back down onto Hyunjin.

He used his hand and his mouth to work Hyunjin up into a frenzy. He could feel him on the brink of ejaculating and Minho was in two minds whether to bring him to climax, or slow things right down and make him suffer. But he didn’t have chance to decide because he felt Hyunjin’s cock pulse as ropes of cum spurted into the back of his throat. Hyunjin let out another whiny cry as his orgasm continued for what felt like forever.

“Fuck… Minho.” He looked down at Minho with watery eyes.

Minho stood back up and for long moment they gazed at each other. Hyunjin drank in Minho’s features like he was the most obscure thing in the world and it pleased Minho greatly.

“So,” Minho tilted his head towards the glasses of untouched wine. “Do you wanna take this to my room?”

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“You’re gonna make me spill the wine, Hyunjin.” Minho playfully scolded the taller man who couldn’t seem to take his hands off Minho as they stumbled into Minho’s room.

“Let’s just down these glasses and then it’s my turn to make you feel good.” Hyunjin flirted. Both men smirked at each other and gulped down their wine, eager to move onto to more pressing activities.

Minho climbed up on the bed to lay on his back near the headboard, and ushered Hyunjin to join him. Hyunjin, slowly and feline like, crept onto the bed to hover over Minho’s bulge. “Let me take this these off you.” He whispered, flicking his eyes up to Minho’s. He nodded and Hyunjin removed Minho’s clothes swiftly.

Minho shuddered at being so naked in front of this angel. His angel. He laid still as the other dancer explored every inch of Minho’s body. The dips and the peaks of his muscles. The smoothness of his skin. Hyunjin took note of how Minho responded to his touch. Where he was sensitive, where he could be firmer. Hyunjin memorized how Minho’s breath would change from soft sighs, to sucking in his breath harshly. It seemed like Hyunjin was lost in the world that was Minho’s body and Minho loved it.

Hyunjin eventually set his sights on Minho’s cock. His eyes grew big as he took it in his hand, eyeing it curiously, hungrily. “Minho,” he sighed “your cock is perfect. Just like the rest of you.” He gazed up at Minho and Minho swallowed hard. Hyunjin’s tongue appeared again, and he licked the precum that was oozing from his tip. “Mmm. So tasty too. You really are scrumptious.” He approved and proceeded to explore and tease Minho’s cock further.

He delivered long strokes with the flat of his tongue from the the underside of the shaft to the tip. “So fucking tasty, Min” he growled taking Minho by surprise. So far Hyunjin had been soft and flirty and airy with his sounds of pleasure. This Hyunjin sounded greedy. Greedy for Minho’s cock. It made him feel good to see this man losing his shit for his dick.

“Mmmm….” Hyunjin mumbled still wrapped around Minho’s shaft. “I can’t wait to have this pretty cock in my ass.” He pulled off and pumped Minho’s cock with his hand, tipping his head to the side and looking at Minho like he was begging him to fuck him right then. “I want you to save your cum for my ass, Minho… I promise I can let you come in my throat another time.” He looked longingly at Minho’s cock. “I do want to know what it tastes like.”

“Lay on the bed.” Minho said coolly. Hyunjin’s eyes lit up and he tried his best to move slow and sexily up the bed, but it was more of a scurry. Hmm. So needy. Thought Minho and he smirked.

Minho straddled Hyunjin, locking his hips to the bed, and leaned down to kiss him sweetly. First his lips. Then he took his kisses to his cheek, then his ear. “Hyunjin, I want to see your perfect, pretty little hole. Will you show me?” He whispered. He felt Hyunjin try to buck his hips, but he couldn’t move. “I want to tease it. Stretch it. I want to fill you up with my cock.” He pulled away from his ear to stare directly into Hyunjin’s eyes. He saw longing in the man’s gaze and it made Minho’s heart melt.

“Minho?” Hyunjin whispered. Minho’s expression turned curious. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you. You know that right? This isn’t just a quick fuck for me.” His eyes turned fearful like he’d admitted something terrible to Minho. But Minho’s heart felt full hearing those words from the man underneath him. He didn’t want Hyunjin to be a quick fuck for him either.

“Jinnie.” Minho’s tone was serious. “I have real feelings for you. I need you to know that.” Hyunjin blinked rapidly and nodded. “I’m in love with you.” Confessed Minho. It felt right for him to say it. Hyunjin was being vulnerable and it felt only natural for Minho to be open and honest too.

“Minho… I love you, I wanna be closer to you.” He whispered and closed his eyes.

Minho proceeded to explore Hyunjin’s body, much like Hyunjin had just done to him. He could feel the man relaxing under his touch, and quickly becoming putty in his hands. When he felt Hyunjin was ready, he knelt between the man’s legs and pushed his knees up to give him access to his ass. A surge of desire rushed through Minho, straight to his cock. It had been hard and leaking this entire time, but seeing Hyunjin’s tight rim made his dick twitch. If he didn’t work quickly and cleverly to prep Hyunjin, Minho would probably come untouched.

He leaned over to his bedside table to grab the bottle of lube. He hadn’t brought any of his own, but Jisung helped him out by sparing him a couple of bottles. Unfortunately the lube was strawberry scented and flavored, which was not to Minho’s taste. But now wasn’t the time to complain. Plus, maybe Hyunjin would be into it?

He poured a generous amount of lube onto his finger and pressed his finger to Hyunjin’s rim, who whimpered loudly at the contact. Minho knew he was skilled with his fingers, and it didn’t take him long to build Hyunjin up to three full fingers. Hyunjin, writhed, whimpered, moaned and cried as Minho finger fucked his tight hole.

“Hyunjin, sweetheart… look at you losing your mind from just my fingers.” He said incredulously. “I am not sure you are going to survive my cock.” He chuckled softly.

“Minho… I’m ready.” Hyunjin whined.

Minho removed his fingers slowly as to not shock Hyunjin with a sudden emptiness. He already had the tip of his dick lined up ready to apply pressure as soon as his digits were free. Hyunjin’s hands flew to Minho’s strong biceps in an attempt to ground himself, and they didn’t take their eyes off each other as Minho slowly slipped inside Hyunjin. They both shuddered at this new sensation they were sharing together. They were almost too scared to breath, the feeling was so intense.

“You feel so thick, Minho.” Hyunjin gulped.

Minho smiled, “Maybe you’re just super tight, my love.” Minho gushed.

He slowly inched further inside Hyunjin, feeling his tight walls stretching around his length. Hyunjin let out a low gutteral moan as Minho eventually bottomed out.

“Fuck!” he muttered under his breath, and the pair smiled. Neither of them could believe this was happening.

“Come close to me, Minho… I wanna hold you while you make love to me.”

Minho melted at those words and all he wanted to do was give Hyunjin what he wanted. He leaned down so he was laying on his torso as best he could, his hard erection squashed between their toned stomachs. Minho braced himself with his arms placed on the bed either side of Hyunjin, and Hyunjin’s arms slipped around Minho’s back causing him to shiver.

Minho started moving slowly, rolling his hips in such a way that seemed to be delighting Hyunjin. He’d never seen a man look so turned on before. The noises Hyunjin was making, the way he gazed into Minho’s eyes as he was being fucked, the way his mouth would communicate all sorts of obscene things without having to say any words, was quickly becoming too much for Minho. He wasn’t going to last long.

He repositioned the angle of his thrusts and at the same time reached down between their bodies to grasp Hyunjin’s cock.

“Let’s get there together, Hyunjin. I wanna see you come on my cock.” He started to pump Hyunjin’s length as his thrusts turned unforgiving. Minho had a lot of power in his thighs and hips, and that helped him deliver hard, consistent thrusts. Sweat covered his forehead as he focused on nothing but chasing his and Hyunjin’s releases.

“I’m c-coming, Min..” And Hyunjin choked on his words as cum splattered all over both their stomachs and Minho’s hand.

“That’s it baby,” Minho grunted as he felt Hyunjin clench around him. Minho threw his head back as he felt that tight coil inside him snap and he cried out Hyunjin’s name as he released himself inside of him. “Hyunjin… fuck…!!!”

Minho slumped down on top of Hyunjin. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat and a lot cum. It was only now Minho noticed the mingling scents of sex, sweat, cum and strawberry lube.

“Minho, you made me feel so good. You didn’t make me feel like… like I’m dirty.” Hyunjin whispered.

Hyunjin’s words hit Minho like a punch in the stomach. Why would this make Hyunjin feel dirty? Minho felt angry that someone must have made Hyunjin feel this way, or believe this about himself. “Hyunjin,” Minho soothed. “I’ll never make you feel like this is wrong, or that what you want is… dirty. I mean,” he paused “unless that’s the vibe we’re going for.” He raised his head and smiled at Hyunjin. “But that would only be after we’d talked about it.” He stroked Hyunjin’s cheek. “I want to you to feel safe with me… to explore anything you want. Okay?”

Hyunjin nodded.

“Let’s get us cleaned up, hey. Then we can talk. Or sleep. Whatever you want to do.” And he kissed Hyunjin slowly, letting him know he’s safe.

a/n; What did you think? Pretty sickly sweet for an unhinged blog I know... but I am truly a sucker for fucking with feelings.

Next up (and we're nearly finished the series) Jisung's pov.

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[sexydoffyman]

day 14 - BLOWJOB

John Price

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genre: smut

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Price is a busy man, and you are very aware of that. The problem was that he started overworking himself way too much. You tried distracting him. You made him food, but he said he'd eat it later. You showered him in kisses, but he pushed you away. You invited him on a date, but he said he'd take you out later.

You tried so many times to just get him to stop working for a goddamn while. You tried to talk to him about it, but he shrugged you off like he always did.

You were starting to get worried about his well-being, but he still ignored his body, telling him it needed rest. You tried every single thing. You were fed up. So you just decided to take matters into your own hands.

You greeted your man as you walked into his office. He didn't even look your way, being so focused on his work. You walked behind his chair and put your hands on his shoulders, massaging them. You let your hands run down his chest, going over the curves of his muscles.

You put one of your hands on his arm and the other one on the side of his neck. You leaned down and whispered, "Need a helping hand?" He readjusted his position in his chair and slightly pushed himself away from his desk.

You slipped under the desk and got on your knees. Price leaned back in his chair, letting you do as you please. You unbuckled his pants while kissing his thigh. You spat in your hand and started stroking his dick.

Price sighed as he felt himself relaxing under your touch. What he didn't expect was that you weren't going to give him just a helping hand. You leaned down and kissed his tip. That took him off guard.

He groaned as you used your tongue to go around his tip, lowering your head down to his shaft. You rested your arms on his thighs so you could stay balanced. Price has long forgotten about what he was doing.

He pushed your head down, making you take more inches of his cock. He took control, adjusting your pace to meet his needs. He covered his eyes with his other arm as his head fell back. "fuck" He kept whispering under his breath.

He couldn't take it anymore. The pleasure you put him through was far too great for him to handle. He pushed your head down, keeping you in place, and came into your throat.

You got yourself off of him and coughed, choking. He got out of his chair, putting his dick back in his pants. He leaned down to your face and laughed, "You really want me to stop doing this fucking paperwork." He offered you his hand.

You chuckled and took his hand. He walked you to your shared bedroom, going to take a well-deserved nap with you.

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🫀Smut Dialogue Prompts-Female POV🫀

1. “I promise I’ve been a good girl.”

2. “I want your hands wrapped around my throat that way anyone who lays eyes on me sees the bruises and knows exactly who I belong to.”

3. “My breasts are so swollen. Aching for your mouth and your touch.”

4. “I’m a good little whore.”

5. “I’m your whore.”

6. “I’m soaking wet.”

7. “Spank me, fuck me, choke me, slap me.”

8. “I want to get on my knees for you.”

9. “I can take every inch of your perfect dick down my throat.”

10. “I want to make you cum.”

11. “I want you to cum deep in my pussy.”

12. “Fuck me.”

13. “You taste so good.”

14. “Umm. Just like that.”

15. “Make me cum all over your perfect cock.”

16. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

17. “Bite me till you draw blood.”

18. “Your cock fills me up so good.”

19. “It feels so good. Keep going. Just like that.”

20. “You’re so deep.”

21. “You want to cum? Hhm?”

22. “I can make you cum.”

23. “Ask nicely. I’ll let you cum.”

24. “You can’t touch me or you lose.”

25. “You’re so intoxicating.”

[screamsortega]

smut prompts;

01. “i’ve been thinking about you all day.”

02. “how badly do you want me?”

03. “i just cannot get enough of you.”

04. “looks like someone is jealous.”

05. “better keep quiet, there’s people just outside the door.”

06. “just say you want me, and i’m all yours.”

07. “show me just how much you’ve missed me.”

08. “you know you love me.”

09. “it’s hot when you talk back”

10. “if you called just to get off at my voice, i’m hanging up.”

11. “you look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

12. “bend over the desk, baby.”

13. “i haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already this wet?”

14. “stop distracting me.”

15. “take it off, slowly.”

16. “what do you think your punishment should be?”

17. “do that again, i dare you.”

18. “sit on my face.”

19. “i love it when you moan my name.”

20. “let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”

21. “prove to me that you deserve my tongue.”

22. “no panties? you dirty girl”

23. “you can get louder, if you want.”

24. “if you want to cum then you better start begging.”

25. “you don’t know how much i want to fuck you against that window just so people would see who you belong too.”

26. “my thoughts about you aren’t really appropriate.”

27. “i thought i told you to stay still?”

28. “come one, be a good girl and spread your legs.”

29. “focus, only on me.”

30. “who do you belong to?”

31. “show me how you pleasure yourself.”

32. “you know, it’s really distracting when you do that.”

33. “you look so good on your knees.”

34. “well, what do we have here? someone must’ve gotten impatient and decided to touch theirselves.”

35. “i’m not going to let you cum, i don’t care how much you beg.”

36. “i promise you this, when we get home i’m going to tear off those clothes of yours and fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to function tomorrow.”

37. “i want to fuck you in front of a mirror so you’ll see how good you take it.”

38. “does it feel good when i touch you like this?”

39. “you talk too much, maybe if i shove my dick in your mouth maybe you’ll shut up.

40. “oh, i’m not done with you, get back here.”

41. “you wanna cum? have you earned it yet?”

42. “aw, out of breath already? did i go too fast, baby?”

43. “don’t be shy, come and taste me.”

44. “be a good girl and take it.”

45. “you heard me, take it off.”

46. “i wasn’t expecting you to be this tight.”

47. “i’m gonna fuck you so good that you’ll forget your own name.”

48. “like what you see?”

49. “i don’t care how good it feels, you better not cum until i tell you to.”

50. “i love the sounds you make once you come undone.”

51. “just relax, let me do all the work.”

52. “touch yourself, i want to watch.”

53. “need some help?”

54. “i know it hurts, but be a good girl and take it.”

55. “do you have any toys?”

56. “better watch that mouth of yours if you want to cum.”

57. “where do you want it?”

58. “i didn’t know someone could cum that fast just from a few fingers.”

59. “that’s right baby, scream my name, let everyone know who this pussy belongs to.”

60. “you’re so needy.”

61. “swallow, all of it.”

62. “you wanna act like a slut? then you’ll get treated like a slut.”

63. “i’ve barely touched you and you’re already shaking.”

64. “i love it when you beg.”

65. “come sit on my lap.”

66. “don’t even think about cumming yet.”

67. “so, i hear that you’re into pain?”

68. “be a good girl and swallow for me.”

69. “you better keep the volume down or i’ll go even harder.”

70. “i’m feeling a bit greedy today.”

71. “clothes off, now.”

72. “your boyfriend/girlfriend doesn’t need to know about this, okay?”

73. “you better not touch yourself while i’m gone.”

74. “i’m gonna fuck you so good that you’ll forget about him/her.”

75. “i never knew you liked to be spanked.”

76. “use your words, baby.”

77. “i bet i can make you cum without even touching you.”

78. “i want to kiss every square inch of your body.”

79. “is that gonna fit?” | “i’ll make it fit.”

80. “all day i’ve been thinking about how good it would feel to have your head between my thighs.”

81. “but there’s people-” | “i don’t care, let them watch.”

82. “you look so pretty when you cry.”

authors note;

send a request with a character + smut prompt number (if you want to use a prompt)

also, i will probably add more prompts here and there.

[little-lovely-freak]

Alright since you wanna play it that way, let's go 25-78! and since we skipped 1, you might as well do that too <333

yes ma’am!

1. First kiss? 11

2. First time masturbating? I was 11 or 12

3. First sex toy? Vibrator, it was a bullet from Spencer's when i was 15

4. First kink tried? Choking! 

5. First time doing oral? Consensually i was 16

6. First time having sex? I meannnnn like 16

 7. Biggest turn on? Dominance 🫠🫠

8. Biggest turn off? Talking about my trauma

9. Quickest way to get horny? IM ALWAYS HORNY 

10. Weirdest thing that ever turned you on? Im not proud of this butttt watching a very sweaty very muscular man choke another man out in like the pro fighting way

11. Top 3 places to be touched? Throat, cunt, ass

12. Ultimate fantasy? Pet pay fantasy where my partner makes me pee in the backyard while im wearing a leash then to clean of my piss wet cunt my partner eat me out 

13. Do you like the idea of a three or moresome? Yes im also poly!

14. Do you send nudes? Do you like receiving them? Not really and yes

15. Sex or masturbation? sex but honestly im not picky

16. Spit or swallow? Swallow

17. Cut or uncut dicks? D I C K S 

18. Rough or sensual sex? Rough AND sensual sex

19. Oldest person you’d sleep with? Uhhh im 20 so like 40-43 (20-23 years older(  

20. Loud or quiet partners? dont care as long as ur at least semi vocal 

21. How much foreplay do you like? Dunno really i just like sex ngl

22. How much teasing do you like? PLZ TEASE ME

23. What is too big for you to take? Im really tight (like more the two inches thick is kinda difficult[i can barely take E])  

24. Do you do hookups or only sleep with a partner? I like a partner better but fuck buddies are nice too

25. How much kissing do you like during sex? I love it but hate tongue in mouth kissing

26. What’s the most attractive part of the body? My body either my eyes or my ass

27. Would you have sex in public? semi public

28. Last place you had sex? 29. Where would you most like to have sex? Bed, i wanna in backyard 30. Do you like spontaneous sex, or do you need to be in the mood? I like both! 31. Could you go through with a hookup at a strangers house? Depends who hookup is and how well i know the person What’s your biggest kink? Probs Daddy/mommy kink or petplay

33. Are you okay with name calling in bed? I like it! 34. Would you do any BDSM? Im a masocist, i love it

35. Do you prefer to tie somebody up or be tied up? Be tied up

36. Do you like orgasm denial/forced orgasm?why not both

37. Do you like overstimulation? YES

38. Do you like having pain involved? Mild or a little more than mild but yes!

39. Do you like biting/being bitten? YES OMG I HAVE AN ORAL FIXATION

40. Have you ever been made to/made somebody beg for it? yes🤭🫣

41. Do you have any strange or extreme kinks? yes 🫠😭

42. Have any roleplaying preferences? not really as long as im still the sub 43. Do you own sex toys? How many? Yes vibrator and tassel flogger. 44. What do you masturbate to? porn or writing sometimes imagination

45. How often do you masturbate? Daily 🫣

46. How often do you use sex toys to masturbate? 7 out of ten times

47. Do you masturbate with penetration? Yes with my vibrator i like how it feel vibrating inside

48. Do you go for multiple rounds or settle at one or no orgasms? It depends i wanna be able to go for more but cant most times 49. Do you enjoy giving oral? Yes

50. Do you prefer giving or receiving oral? Prob giving

51. What makes you orgasm the fastest when receiving oral? I dunno im too blissed out

53. Can you deepthroat? Yep! :3 54. Do you like playing with your clit? If so how do you prefer to do it? I love it! Im kinda rough

55. What’s your breast size? D or DD is some

56. How often do you go braless? Only to sleep

57. Do you finger yourself? YES🫠

58. How familiar are you with your g-spot? I like to think im pretty familiar

59. Do you squirt? YES

60. How often do you do unprotected sex? Almost never

61. How loud are you in bed? If i feel safe im loud

62. Do you enjoy having nipples played with? PLEASE PLAY WITH MY NIPS

63. Do you like/dislike cum? i like it

64. How good are you at dirty talk? i dunno ngl

65. Do you get sleepy after an orgasm? Sometimes

66. Do you trim, shave or leave pubic hair untouched? dependes if i feel mor masc or more fem or adro

67. How do you prefer partners pubic hair? Dont care!

68. How many orgasms can you have in a day? my records like 12 i think and they were all separate occasions

69. How many other people know your bra size? quite a few

70. What do you wear to bed? Boxers and a shirt almost always (unless its winter then its sweat pants and shirt)

71. Any funny sex stories? i got hiccups after giving a blowjob

72. What food if any would you use during sex? Im recovering from and ed so none(makes me uncomfy and turns me off)

73. Would you give somebody a sex toy as a gift? I DID LITERALLY A WEEK AGO LMAO

74. What’s the weirdest porn you’ve ever seen? Ive seen some scarey shit yall

75. Do you often get horny in public? sometimes

76. Ever used something that isn’t made for sex in the bedroom? Hairbrush. Thats all im saying lmao

77. Have you ever walked in on somebody or been walked in on? yes and yes

78. Do you have any friends you’d sleep with?QUITE A FEW!

[emperordeathsatan]

Weiss Futa Fuck Family

- Weiss and Winter reconnect with Willow

- Willow reveals her Willy and tasks her other two daughters with the same thing

- They both lift up their skirts and show off their poles

- Winter is still bigger

- Weiss is 12 inches and she's considered the runt of the family

- They all giggle about how Willow's genes managed to breed out Jacques shrimpdick genes

- Willow says not quite

- She notices that Whitley is still packing the wimp shrimp

- They all gossip about how he inherited momma's ass though

- They think about what it must look like when it's getting kneeded

Reconnecting with family is a daunting task, but one that Weiss was up to the task for, she would do anything to get her mother back. When Willow invited her for drinks with Winter, she reluctantly accepted, fear clouding her heart.

When Weiss entered Willow's private study, she was greeted by the sight of her mother and sister, sitting across from each other, butt naked.

Weiss averted her eyes. "Mother! I wasn't aware that this was that kind of gathering!" She peaked through her fingers.

"I must've forgotten to mention it~" Winter grinned as she sipped her tea. "I remember all the tea parties we had exactly like this back when you two were young."

Winter interrupted. "Weiss was young, i was too old for it, i played along just to see her smile." She winked at her little sister.

"I seem to remember it being the other way around." Weiss replied. "Winter was the ome that wanted us to be naked. She was so proud of how her cock was growing, and she wanted to show it off to us." She smiled.

"It was quite a big cock the last time i saw it fully erect." Willow said with a sip of her tea. "I was so proud of her." She stroked Winter's thigh with the back of her hand. "May i?"

"Yes, mother, you don't have to ask." Winter replied.

Willow took Winter's flaccid cock into her hand, balls and all, she looked it over, poking and prodding it as she gauged how hard it'd be when erect. "You've certainly grown even more since then." Winter blushed.

"I've grown too!" Weiss interjected. "I was always the smallest, but i still think i'm going to be as big as you two when i'm fully grown." She placed her hands on her hips

"Don't just talk, sister, show us. Take your clothes off." Winter gestured.

"Well, okay, fine, it's been a while but i remember when we used to do this." Weiss did as Winter asked and stripped down. "I know i'm still the runt of the family, but i'm getting bigger every day. Ruby says that i've grown a full inch in my time at Beacon."

"You still think you're going to outgrow your mother?" Willow asked.

"I would if you'd stop getting bigger!" Weiss retorted. "Every time i'm away from you, your cock just gets bigger."

"It's because i'm thinking of you." Willow said to her daughter while caressing her face so sweet. "You make me hard, Weiss."

Weiss wanted to pull away from the lovebombing, but she didn't, not while Winter could see it, not while they were all together once again.

Willow leaned in to press her forhead against Weiss'. "I'm so glad my i was able to breed out your father's shrimpdick genes."

"Don't be so sure about that." Winter added. "Whitley has been coming along... quite poorly, his penile length isn't befitting of the Schnee family name."

Willow frowned. "Ugh, is he like his father, 6 inch bitch?"

"Smaller."

Willow and Winter nearly spat out their tea. Smaller than 6 inches was truly sad, and they couldn't comprehend how somebody of that length could function in their family, even if he was only 14. By the the time Weiss was 14 she was already close to 12 inches.

"Er, does he even have a dick?" Weiss asked.

"Technically, yes. Some might call it a clit, but it comes with it's own pair of cherries." Winter cleared her throat. "He's um, he's packing 2 inches."

Weiss and Willow DID spit out their tea this time, they couldn't believe it! Only one third of his own father's length. It appears the males of the Schnee family were genetically predisposed to pathetic penises.

"Poor Whitley, no wonder he hasn't had a girlfriend yet. The boy has no bulge."

"He's definitely got his mother's butt though." Winter pinched Willow's rear, causing her to jump.

Weiss agreed. "It's huge, like, huge huge. It could probably take Winter's cock." Weiss measured out Winter's cock with her fingers.

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin]

This was submitted into my dms by @mr-charcoal-585 and edited by me

It’s your 19th birthday.The party ended not too long ago.Your friends who’s stayed back to clean up just left,and now you’re alone again in your house,not in a lonely way though. You’re about to go to your room to sleep,but then you hear a knock on your door.

Strange,did someone leave something at your house? You go to open your door,but instead of seeing a familiar face,you see 5 monsters. An orc, 2 werewolves, a Minotaur, and a demon, an incubus to be exact. You’ve had this dream before,but when the werewolf in front grabs your arm,you realize this is very real.

The first werewolf grabs your cheeks(the ones on your face horndog) and puts a pill in your mouth. Birth control. Once you swallow that. His originally blank face now turn into a big smile,as the rest of the monsters enter your house. Time for the fun to begin. By what wasn’t even more than 5 seconds, your clothes were already completely ripped off, surrounded in all directions by monsters.

Fortunately or unfortunately,they decided to take things a bit slow. The orc picks you up and places you on the couch.The orc gathers around the couch with the 2 werewolves. The demons tail moves to the side of his waist then in front of him. It’s shaped like a heart,but just as you see the shape,he slides it into you, taking you by surprise. It’s much bigger than it looks. You try to hold back your moans back,but it doesn’t work.

They fill the room,making the other monsters even more excited for their turn. In the moment that your mouth is open,the orc sticks his dick into your mouth, suffocating you and your moans. It’s already in your throat, making a noticeable bulge.He puts his giant hands behind your head, shoving his cock down your throat, making you choke as you struggle to breath.

It slides in and out,never leaving less than 5 inches in your mouth.The two werewolves bring their cocks to you.Each one brings up one of your hands and puts in on their dick, implying that you jack them off.

The orc cums in your throat before pulling his dick out.The gallons of jizz make you continue to gag, even with his dick out of your throat. Almost instantaneously the werewolves cum all over your face,spraying their cum all over you. The demon removes his tail from you,waving it in front of your face in an almost teasing way to show that it’s soaking wet from your lady juices.

The orc and werewolves may be done,but the drink is just getting started,and the minotaur hasn’t even done anything yet. The demon picks you up and sits down on the couch, placing you in a cowgirl position, facing him a she slides his dick into you, making you keep eye contact. He puts his hands on your sides making you ride him,taking your hips back and forth until you’re doing it by yourself.

He’s so big in you that your womb is actually bulging.All of a sudden his hands move down to your ass, grabbing and groping the cheeks. He then spreads your ass, as you hear them minotaur’s heavy footsteps approaching behind you. You feel something huge poking the entrance of your tight asshole. Without any hesitation, the minotaur slides his full length into you.

You feel his massive balls hit you as all 14 inches of him enter your ass, stretching you to your limits as he slides in and out of you, moving too fast for someone of his size,constantly hitting your core. He grabs your face with one hand and shoulder with the other, repeatedly slamming himself into you, the demon also fucking you, almost splitting your head with pleasure.

The demon starts licking your nipple,using his hand to twist the other.This overstimulates you even more than before, filling your brain with nothing but pleasure from these monsters relentlessly pounding your holes. After what seems like hours, the cum for the 5th time inside you, filling you up to the point where you’re not sure if the birth control will even work.

After making you cum 97 times,they finally finish in you for the last time, pulling out of you, leaving you twitching on the couch, all alone again, your holes gaping and leaking with monster cum. After finally getting yourself to move, you get your phone, and call your friend Joshua to help you clean up everything.

[mingis-lightbulb]

Kinktober Day 14

Day 14: Dirty Talk with San

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“Look at my little slut, couldn’t even wait till we got to our bedroom~”

“My cock looks so good down your throat, such a dirty girl~”

“Take it like the good little slut you are,babygirl..”

You feel your panties getting wetter with every word that left his mouth. San had just gotten back from performing today, and you ended up watching said performance. It left you feeling all hot and bothered to say the least, the way your boyfriend moved his hips on stage, his facial expressions and the way he looked on stage, it was all too much for you. You felt like this comeback was going to be the death of you.

So when San came into your shared apartment, you didn’t even give him a proper welcome home before you guided him to the couch. San was confused at first, but that confusion quickly changed into a look of lust with a smirk on his face. He watched you make quick work of his sweatpants and boxers, “Damn baby...did I rile you up that bad?” He teasingly asked as you bobbed your head up and down, leaving no inch of his cock untouched. San let out a groan as he placed a hand on the back of your head. “Look at my little whore, taking my dick like a good girl~” You let out a muffled moan of your own as San begins guiding you with his hand.

“Yea~. Take it all, like the good little slut I know you are princess.” He growls as he pushes your head farther down smirking at your little whines as you take him until he hit the back of your throat. “This dirty little mouth belongs to me, all mine~. Only i can fuck this throat like this.” He mumbled as he begins bucking his hips, practically fucking your face. You look up at him through your lashes making him let out a low groan.

“Shit baby, don’t look at me like that, or else I’ll be painting your throat and mouth white~” You give him a look as if to say ‘Do it”. San groans as he harshly grabs the back of your head, fucking your face. “Such a dirty, dirty girl, letting me use your throat like this..” He groans out as with one final thrust you feel hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat. San lets go of your head and watches you lean back to sit on your knees, cum threatening to spill from your lips. You smirk and swallow the cum, showing your tongue afterwards making San moan out.

“Do that again princess and I’ll have you screaming, my dirty girl~”

[cas-kingdom]

Future Looks Good

A/N: Obviously set at the end of season 5 episode 14. A bit of a different take on Derek’s proposal-preparing. Reader is about 15.

Title: Future Looks Good

Summary: You, Derek and Mark set up the bedroom for the proposal to Meredith.

Words: 756

“You think Mer will let me keep the bear?” you asked. The bear – stuffed, of course – in question was lounging in front of the bed, his large head making him tilt a little every few minutes before someone righted him again.

“It’s Meredith’s bear,” Derek told you, scattering rose petals.

Mark glanced over his shoulder. He’d been busy lighting candles. “You think Meredith will wanna keep a giant stuffed bear in her room?”

Derek sighed and sent his best friend a tight-lipped smile. “Yes, I do. She kept a glowing kidney on her bedside table. Why not a bear?”

You and Mark synchronously turned wide eyes on each other, concern radiating from all four. The life of a surgeon, yousupposed, though glowing kidneys on bedside tables was taking that a little too far to the weird side. Not to mention there was quite a big difference between an organ and a stuffed animal.

“I’ll get you a bear, Y/N,” Mark said, turning back to his candles, and you smiled in triumph. You could always count on your Uncle Mark.

Your task was to stand guard by the door, and you were doing a damn good job of it. Meredith wasn’t due home for a while, but unannounced returns weren’t uncommon in this house. With so many people living there – not including the ‘strays’, as Derek affectionately called whoever wasn’t supposed to be at the breakfast table when he woke in the morning – the three of you couldn’t be sure that the front door opening wouldn’t be Meredith.

You could tell your dad was nervous. He had that look on his face. The look you saw on the faces of movie characters, when they feel like their heart’s about to jump out of their throat and their hands are so clammy with nerves upon nerves upon nerves. All in the face of love and proposals. You couldn’t help but smile at that. You’d gotten used to your parents being apart, and you were as close to Meredith as any future stepdaughter to her stepmother (or big sister, as you often joked about). You had Alex’s old room after he’d moved in with Izzie, and though you knew your dad wanted it to be just the three of you, everything was a pretty perfect set-up for a wedding at the moment.

“Does that look good?”

You turned from your post by the slight-cracked-open doorway. The guys were peering over a flower vase.

“No,” Derek said. “It looks wrong.”

“It’s a vase. How can it look wrong?”

“It just does.”

“You’re such an irritating perfectionist.”

“I am not. I just… want it to be perfect.”

Mark chuckled, shaking his head. “Hey, why don’t you write her a note? ‘Roses are red, get in my pants quick’-”

“’Mark Sloan broke his dick’,” you finished for him.

Derek snorted. Mark spun on his heels and pointed a finger at you, his face the picture of terror. “Who the hell told you?”

“Come on,” Derek said, shifting the vase over an inch, “no one needed to tell her. That’s the hospital’s ripe gossip at the moment.”

“Actually, Lexie told me.”

You did not account for being grabbed and tossed onto the rose-scattered bed. You screamed, petals all but smothering you and floating to the floor, and when you recovered, your dad was slapping Mark on the back of the head.

“God,” Derek ground out as Mark rubbed the new sore spot, “you’re both the reason I found a grey hair this morning.”

You and Mark paused, already stifling your laughter. “You found a grey hair?” you both mused, perfectly in sync, and Derek contemplated driving to pick Meredith up and taking her far, far away.

“Out,” he said simply, already bending to start the gruelling task of picking up all the rose petals, “get out. Or I’ll tell an intern your dick broke so much they had to cut it off, and then that intern will tell everyone else.”

You broke into contagious giggles and Mark made a face, grimacing. He grasped your hand and pulled you into the hallway. The sound of your bedroom door shutting and your laughter muffling was enough for Derek to take a deep breath and attempt to soothe his nerves. He pulled out the box and opened it. The ring was sitting there perfectly, a reminder that the future was going to be good. Even with two children laughing in the room next-door.

Especially with two children laughing in the room next-door.

Grey’s Masterpost

[cartierbin]

14&10 with chan pls? (your writing legit gave me chills omg)

thank you sm sweetheart.

『 10. “Stop being so gentle damn it”. 14. “I’m going to fucking wreck you”.

pairing — chan x reader

genre — smut, blowjob + rough car sex with chan

word count — 1.469k 』

smut under the cut !

you licked your lips underneath the steering wheel, popping the tip from your mouth with spit strings to follow, driving chan absolutely insane. he sucks in a sip of air through his teeth and grips the root of your hair at the feeling of your warm mouth coddling his cock. he tilts his head back against the headrest with his eyes barely open, the drive-in movie that you guys were sitting in had been nothing but a waste now.

you and chan grew unbelievably horny while cuddling in the car together. one thing led to another and now here you were, in between his legs deep throating his cock like you never had before. chan always pleasured you so you figured tonight you could relieve him of being the dominant one most of the time. you both were happy that the car windows were tinted enough for no one to detect a thing, because chan was glaring down at you and tilting his head back in a fit of heavy groans. the deeds you two were doing would’ve been way too obvious. the vibrations of your moans coated his dick while he was six inches deep inside your mouth, the other inch left out to keep you from gagging too hard. “oh fuck you’re so good at this”, he praises, sending shudders down your spine and further moistened your pussy. you bobbed your head around his length lethargically with sheets of spit and precum dripping from your tongue.

he clasped both of his hands on either sides of your head and began pushing his dick further into your mouth, fucking your throat like the extremely horny man that he was. you gurgle a little in shock and surprise, the squelching wet noises of your mouth made his jaw drop with weighty chuffs of breath. his eyes roll to the back of his head, the sensation your warm wet mouth was giving him sent him down an erotic spiral and he didn’t stop. he continuously slammed his hips into your mouth with disregard for how much of a mess he was making on his lap and around your mouth. you breathed through your nose as much as you possibly could in order to help him get to his release and once he had, he thrusted into your mouth one last time before his hot cum shot the back of your mouth. you held your mouth open gasping for air feeling more than used. but it was okay because you loved the feeling more than anything else. you loved being used by chan.

he tilts his head back on the head rest again with a heaving chest and you climb on his lap and straddle it, your legs on either sides of his waist. you ring your arm around his neck and began to plant kisses all over his neck and adam’s apple bruising him with burning hickies. the episode he just had had your panties practically clinging to your sticky folds. you subtly grind your hips on his lap while mushing your lips on his, encasing him in hot desperate kisses. chan felt his heart rate start back up again, he runs his veiny hands over the expanse of your thighs stopping to squeeze different parts of them ever so often. you groused into his mouth, reaching to the waistband of your leggings to roll them down along with your panties. you kicked both of them down underneath the steering wheel and chan relished the way you looked on his lap like this. the curvature of your body and how beautiful it was. his cock had already started growing again becoming anxious of what you were about to do next.

you giggle into your next kiss with chan and reach behind you clutching his cock and twisting your hand up it to make sure it was nice and hard for you to sit on. “are you going to let me ride you channie?”. you spoke in between kisses, asking in the most innocent tone you could muster. he drops his hand at the curve of your waist. “please do”. he replies, holding the small of your back while kissing your nipples. you take a moment to inch his cock into your hole, letting it part you until you were fully seated and fully filled. chan’s body tenses and you gasp a little at the moment you’ve been waiting for. his cock twitched inside you as you began riding, bouncing on his lap a little with your hands splayed on his chest. you could already feel your body burning inside and out, the feeling was more intoxicating than any liquor you’ve ever had in your life. chan presses his thumb in the flesh of your inner thighs all while licking his lips. he could tell you were nervous and hesitant to take control. “stop being so gentle, damn it. fuck me.” he encourages and squeezes your waist. your pace wasn’t enough for him and granted, he knew your nerves were being wrecked by the pressure he was putting on you but he needed to cum so desperately bad. you hastened your pace a little and slip your bottom lip behind your front row of teeth, drawing your head back in sheer arousal. “fuck— like this? am I riding you good?”. you ask in that innocent tone again, the tone that made chan’s dick twitch. he groans at the sudden switch of tempo and lays his head back on the headrest biting his lips at the way you looked just bouncing on him at that moment.

although his dick was throbbing the sensation wasn’t building up for him as fast as he wanted it to. it made him impatient. “fuck me harder baby”. he groans beneath you and you try your best to follow his commands, rearing your hips down a bit harder than before. you immediately grew cold at Chan’s unreceptive nature, usually when he liked something particular he’d moan or curse. maybe suck in a breath or two. when you started trying to fuck him harder like he wanted his groans remained indifferent. chan enjoyed seeing you like this, on top of him nervous and almost scared. he thought your pussy felt fucking good too. but your movements were not enough to get him cumming like he wanted. “turn around”. he demands next, his voice coming out gruff and raspy. your heart sank. “turn around?”. you glimpsed at him with uncertainty yet still turning your body around like he asked, your back facing his front and your arms wrapped around the steering wheel. you adjusted your hips so you could prepare to ride him this way until you felt your his hand entangle itself in your hair and grip. your body grew cold as he leaned in just to kiss your cheeks and whisper, “I’m going to fucking wreck you”.

he didn’t give you time to think about the statement before he was jackhammering his hips up into your pussy, watching your ass jiggle cutely with each thrust. his thrusts were harsh and rough and he stuck himself so deep inside you that you were seeing white. you gripped the steering wheel to keep you from falling to the side gear. you wailed loudly, knowing— just knowing that the people in the next car over probably heard you by now. chan was fucking into you so hard that the car had to be shaking and you were much too empty headed right now to check to see if it was. you reach one hand below you to grab ahold of chan’s thigh and he gripped your wrist. “when I say fuck me this is how hard I want you to do it”. he scowls, you almost choked on your own spit at the sound of his voice. the windows of the car had grew foggy due to your muffled pleads and exasperated cries. but chan didn’t care one bit. he only cared for the orgasm that was waiting for him in that moment and he wasn’t going to stop until he got it. you were leaning your face on the leather handle of the steering wheel with tears chasing each other down your cheeks. “I’m going to cum so hard channie”. you sobbed in his grip. he enabled it, giving you a few long strokes before you were spasming and creaming down his cock. he drove you into overstimulation until he got his fix and god, if you hadn’t ever felt achey and sore before you were definitely feeling it now. you felt good though. you felt used and that’s how you liked it. chan kisses a trail up your back until he reached the back of your perspired neck.

“I’m sorry baby. I fucked you too hard didn’t I?”.