#18+ (mdni)

[yourlocalangeldoll]

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♡ Characters: Thanos / Player 230, Nam-gyu / Player 124, Kang Dae-ho / Player 388, Min su / Player 125, Jun ho

ᝰ Thanos / Player 230

Toxic!Thanos and reader

Holding you up

Trying to show you how sorry he is after he fucked up

Softer days with Thanos and Nam Gyu

Saw you and all your tattoos at one of his rap battles and knew he was gonna bring you home that night

First time threesome between Thanos, you and Se-mi

ᝰ Nam-gyu / Player 124

Sometimes he prefers his thrusts to be rough ‘n deep instead of fast

Anal for the first time and he was nice enough to be more gentle 💞

Literally so Nam Gyu coded, he loves to make you squirt, he doesn’t even care of you’re overstimulated. At some point he’ll just force you up and fuck you himself

it’s giving dark!Nam Gyu 🤭

Nam Gyu on the bottom and Thanos on top

Videos he takes of you everytime after he fucks you

ᝰ Kang Dae-ho / Player 388

Softdom!Dae-ho with a breeding kink who can’t help but fuck his cum back into you after he breeds you

Soft morning after sex since you two can’t keep your hands off eachother

Milking a cute subby big boy 😮‍💨

Literally so Dae-ho coded oml, the way he holds her back?? hello???

Finally agreed to let you peg him and let’s just say it felt better than he thought it would

Videos you send him when you miss him 💞

He loves to Make out with your tits

You’re always a pillow princess with him(or he is at times)

ᝰ Min-su / Player 125

Pathetic aff

He has such a sensitive tip 💞💞

Double the pleasure for such a good boy

Baby was just trying to cook some food </3

pegging him

ᝰ Jun-ho

What cuddling turns into on special nights

Overstimming you when you’ve been bratty by alternating between fucking and fingering you

You pissed him off when he was already in a bad mood

LOVES how your ass looks all oiled up

You’re the literal definition of pillow princess when you’re with him

[mameillieureennemie]

this was the idea i had. i had to write it, or else i'd lose my mind. so have some smut, freshly baked, and homemade. 👍🏾

mechanic!vi x afab!reader

cw: mechanic!vi, afab!reader, 18+, nsfw; minors don't you DARE interact with this

summary: vi's work takes her away sometimes. she misses you a lot.

work takes vi away sometimes, to different cities and, at times, countries that require her attention. she's good at what she does; there isn't anyone who can fix and restore cars like she can. it's a skill she's developed and built since she was old enough to hold a screwdriver, her interest in mechanics starting long before that, too.

she enjoys her career, adores that she gets to work with cars every day, and get paid quite handsomely for it. there are times, though, where she wishes she wasn't so damn good at her job because, like now, it whisks her away.

away from you.

she's currently attending to a client's urgent call; their car had been having engine trouble, and none of the surrounding mechanics could fix it. It's a luxury car, too, with a price tag that has too many zeros on it, so it requires delicate hands and patient.

both of which vi has.

when she's working, at least.

she's been away from you for the past week now, and it's driving her a bit insane. these jobs only take a few days, at most, but parts are a struggle to find sometimes. so she has to stay until they arrive so she can get the job done.

her cilents treat her nicely, have paid for her accommodation and feeding. she's being well-looked after, having her every whim be catered to.

but still.

she wishes you were here.

"it's only a few more days," you tell her one evening via video call. you're so gorgeous it hurts, your smile shining with your smile. you're lounging on your shared bed, curled up around the pillow against your chest. "didn't you say the order's coming in tomorrow?"

vi sighs, leaning back against the headboard of her hotel room's bed. which sucks because you're not in it with her. "yeah, but i'm kind of scared it's gonna get delayed because of the weather and shit," she grumbles. "if that happens, can you come? because if i go another two days without you, i'll lose my goddamn mind."

"aw," you coo teasingly, hiding behind your (her) pillow enough so only your beautiful eyes show. a coy move that has vi's blood roaring. "only two days?"

"i'd say one, but i don't want you to think i'm obsessed with you or something," vi replies, partly playfully because god knows how obsessed she is with you. "wouldn't want to chase you off, especially when i'm not there to catch you."

"ooh scary," you say, still a tease as you lift your head a little from behind the pillow. enough so she can see your lovely mouth, so sweet and waiting to be kissed. "and if i ran and you caught me, what would you do to me?"

heat starts to simmer beneath vi's skin, warming her up nicely from within. she roves her eyes over your pretty face, licks her lips when she thinks about all the things she could do to you.

all the things she's planning to do to you once she gets home.

"can't give away all my secrets," vi replies, her voice having gone a bit hoarse from her budding arousal. "you'll find it soon enough."

your breath hitches a little, at the implication, and your gaze darkens ever so slightly. it's enough to have both of you suddenly on edge, desperation raging violently in the both of you.

the order does come in the next day, thank god, and vi jumps into work. if she's able to finish this today, she can flight back home to you tomorrow. all her focus is thrown into doing an immaculate job, as always, so she can get paid and use that money to spoil you rotten.

she's on a short break when her phone chimes, notifying her of a message. she instantly knows it's you, judging by the jingle and how you personalised it on a drunken night. vi's never bothered to change it because it's yours, and anything of yours is perfect.

vi chugs her bottle of water while simultaneously unlocking her phone and tapping the notification. the chat opens, greeting her with a video that appears rather inconspicuous at first. vi doesn't think anything of it; in fact, she's smiling already, thinking it's one of those cute video messages you send her when she's away.

but when she taps play, and the first breathy note of your moan floats through the speaker, vi's world flips upside down. she quickly pauses the video, cheeks aflame, as she clutches her phone to her chest. her heartbeat is thundering loudly in her ears, sending through a message of panic and instant arousal.

vi blinks into the emptiness of the huge garage, swallows, draws in a shaky breath, and manages to look back down at her phone.

with a shaky thumb, she presses play again and...

there you are.

straddling her motorcycle, clad in a tiny skirt that rides high with every grind of your hips. your hands grip at the handlebars, quivering a little as you use them for balance, use them to pull yourself up and push down.

you're a vision, eyes tightly closed as you find your pleasure on the leather seat. soft whimpers fall from your parted lips, gradually increasing in volume as you grind your dripping cunt down harder.

vi watches, entranced and halfway soaked, as your head falls back with a whine of her name.

"violet,"

fuck.

she can't see the mess that you're leaving on her seat, but she knows it's drenched. knows that your slick is soaking into the fabric, making it easier and smoother for you to ride. making it better, so much better, and vi's vision grows hazy at the thought.

"please, ah, please, vi," you moan, needy, as your grinds turn into harsh bounces. "i...i need you, hah, w-wanna cum—"

vi's eyes flutter, her free hand shooting down to slip past the pants of her coveralls. she hisses when she feels how wet she is, releasing a keen as she starts to rub at her throbbing clit.

"vi, vi—" you gasp, one of your hands leaving the handlebars to slip under your skirt. you moan loudly, lips parting further as you nearly cry. "i'm gonna—"

"you're gonna cum, sweetheart?" vi pants, her own orgasm cresting already. "gonna, ah fuck, cum for me?"

as if you could hear her, you suddenly nod frantically and give a startled cry, eyes going wide and unseeing as you convulse with the strength of your orgasm. there's a faint splash that catches vi's attention and that, that has her biting back a scream as she makes a mess of herself. all wet and messy and so fucking good, it has her seeing stars.

it leaves her loose-limbed, has her leaning against a wall as she struggles to catch her breath. but she's barely given a chance when her phone rings and she answers it without checking the caller ID.

she already knows who it is.

"you're so evil, baby," vi says, still breathless, and you laugh for a full thirty seconds before saying,

"so i guess you don't want to see the other video then?"

"oh my god."

vi can't fucking wait to get home.

[silken-moonlight]

Werwolf bf who you always tease with: "Good Boy" or "Bad puppy". Regarding he has done something good or bad. Its always something to get on his nerves with since he hates it. The more he complains the more you do it - it makes him livid.

One day he just snaps and suddenly you find yourself ass up and pushed over the couch, him pounding into you like his life depended on it. "Thats what you get for being so fucking annoying!" He growls as you cum over and over on his cock.

Then cradles your fucked out form in his arms when you whisper:"Good Boy..." and it starts all over again.

[susanna9999]

Hi, I'm Susanna

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[fireya-x]

bite marks

【 AO3 Link (full tag list) || masterlist 】 ✦ John Price x Reader ✦ You show John exactly who he belongs to when other women won't take a hint. ✦ 4.4k words ✦ tags/cw: smut, dom!reader, jealousy, possessiveness, car sex, vaginal sex, creampie, light biting

Ranks and medals, gleaming on suits and uniforms, seemed to multiply with every glance, a dizzying display of military pomp and circumstance. It was that posh reception, the one that rolled around annually, the kind where inflated egos and forced pleasantries ruled the room. You almost felt sorry for John, who, by his rank and reputation, was always pulled into the middle of it all. Firm handshakes, forced smiles, and empty conversations – the price of duty, as he’d once called it, a weary sigh escaping his lips as he’d explained it to you. 

You, on the other hand, absolutely loathed these events.

The music, always a little too loud, turning conversations into shouting matches and making your head ache. Small talk with people you barely even knew, and didn’t even want to know, faked politeness that turned into rolling eyes as soon as backs were turned.

The only redeeming qualities, as far as you were concerned, were the free-flowing drinks, the surprisingly decent food, and the excuse to wear your favorite dress – a sleek, black cocktail dress that hugged your curves in all the right places and made you feel powerful and confident.

But then, there were also people like her. The woman who seemed to have permanently attached herself to John’s side. She had the most beautiful smile, and it grated on your nerves. The way it crinkled the corners of her eyes, the way it lit up her whole face – it was captivating, yes, but utterly infuriating. 

You really weren’t the jealous type, usually, but the way this woman was sticking to John like a leech, her hand constantly brushing against his arm, her body leaning into his, was pushing your limits.

John was trying his best to get rid of her, to give him credit, but she didn’t seem to get the message. He’d shift his weight, turn away slightly, but she’d simply adjust her position, her smile widening, her touch lingering. Even worse, she was the daughter of some important general, a fact she made sure to mention within earshot of anyone who would listen, so you knew he didn't want to be impolite. Said general, a stern-faced man whose chest was practically covered in medals, stood nearby, observing their interaction with a hawk-like gaze. Anything that’s got to do with ranks and honor, John wouldn’t turn a blind eye.

She kept smiling, and you started to wonder if it wouldn’t hurt her cheeks by the end of the night. The muscles in your own jaw ached from the effort of maintaining a polite facade. She kept laughing at every word he spoke, even every other word that left his mouth, any chance she got, and it caused your eyes to roll to the back of your head. 

Earlier, you had brought John a drink, trying to save him from the misery of the woman’s relentless attention. You’d shifted closer, pressing a kiss to his cheek, a deliberate gesture of possession, a silent message to the woman – and everyone else in the room – that he was taken. But it seemed to have done little to deter her. If anything, it seemed to embolden her, her smile widening, her touch becoming more insistent. John had given you an apologetic smile, his eyes flicking towards the general standing nearby, and, as always, you understood. He was trapped between his duty to be polite and his desire to be with you, a conflict clearly reflected in the tension around his eyes. Ranks and honors mattered to him, sometimes more than they should.

“Damn,” Gaz whistled low, drawing your attention. You followed his gaze back to that same woman, now in very close proximity to your man, throwing her head back laughing and grabbing John’s arm in an almost intimate gesture. The way her fingers played with the edge of his jacket sleeve sent a wave of what felt like simmering anger through you. “She’s relentless.” He chuckled, clearly finding the situation amusing.

“I’m going to throw up,” you muttered, grabbing your glass again, downing another sip, letting the burn of the vodka on your throat sting away, if only momentarily, the sight before you. The alcohol, a potent mix of vodka and cranberry juice, was starting to take the edge off, loosening the tight coil in your stomach, but it wasn’t enough to completely extinguish the fire of your jealousy.

“What could she possibly want with Price?” Nova joined the conversation, handing Gaz a bottle of beer. While taking a sip from her own, he pulled her close to his side, an arm casually laid around her waist.

You eyed their easy affection, a pang of longing hitting you. Sometimes you wished your boyfriend wasn’t such a busy man and could enjoy a simple drink with his team and friends, even in the middle of the forced pleasantries of these receptions.

“Her daddy probably told her stories about him,” you said, your voice tight, betraying the effort it took to maintain your composure. A good-looking man like John surely had his admirers, and you’d seen it countless times before. But nobody had ever been this bold, this utterly oblivious to your presence, to the kiss you’d given him right in front of her. It was as if she couldn't – or wouldn't – see you. Nobody knew the John you knew, the man beneath the uniform, and it should have calmed your nerves, reassured you of your place in his life, a place no amount of flirting could threaten. But the woman’s audacity, her complete disregard for you, made your blood boil.

“Do I hear jealousy?” Gaz pressed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He seemed to be deriving an inordinate amount of pleasure from your discomfort.

“Why would I be jealous?” you retorted, though the slight tremor in your voice betrayed you. You knew you were being childish, irrational even. John wasn't giving the woman any encouragement, but that didn’t stop the gnawing feeling of possessiveness from twisting your insides, the urge to mark your territory, to remind everyone – and especially her – that he was yours.

“Hm, let’s see. She’s younger, totally John’s type – ow!” Soap yelled, and in the corner of your eyes, you caught Ghost smacking him on the chest, a reprimand for his tactless comment. Soap rubbed his ribs while Ghost's eyes moved back and forth between you and John. He’d found it hilarious, the barely-concealed disgust twisting your features, the steam practically coming out of your ears from jealous fury. 

“He can talk to whoever he wants,” you said, forcing a nonchalant tone. “He’s just polite because of all those old important people.” The words were a hollow attempt to convince yourself – and them – that you weren't affected by the woman's blatant flirting.

Two more women, equally polished and equally determined, had joined the throng around John. It seemed the general’s daughter had inadvertently started a competition, each woman vying for the Captain’s attention. He seemed even more annoyed now, his eyes finding yours across the room a few times – a silent plea for rescue – but he remained trapped, locked in conversation, duty-bound to be polite to the daughters and wives of high-ranking officials. He remained engaged, nodding politely, offering the occasional comment, despite their increasingly obvious attempts to distract him, their laughter and suggestive comments becoming bolder with each passing moment.

While you understood his duty and respect for rank, his prioritizing them over his own discomfort was increasingly frustrating. The way they subtly shifted their bodies, angling for his attention, trying to catch his eye, to put their cleavages on display – it was almost comical. Almost.

You’d had enough. The alcohol, the noise, the woman’s relentless pursuit – it was all too much. You needed a moment, a space to collect yourself. Taking a last sip of your now lukewarm drink, you moved towards the ladies' room. Inside, the cool air and relative quiet offered a welcome respite from the oppressive atmosphere of the party. 

You leaned against the cool porcelain of the sink, taking a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. A surge of defiance, a reckless impulse, coursed through you, a spark of an idea igniting in your mind. 

Inside the stall, you slipped your panties off and scrunched them up, concealing them in your fist like a secret weapon in your arsenal.

If you had to mark your territory like a possessive kitten, you’d gladly do so.

Emerging from the restroom, you scanned the room, locating Price. He was now engaged in conversation with the generals, his back to you. It was the perfect opportunity. With a determined stride, your heels clicking softly against the floor, you approached, your heart pounding against your ribs. You attached yourself to his arm with a pretended loving gesture, a possessive touch that belied your playful smile. You offered a polite nod to the men and women opposite of him, then reached into his jacket pocket, slipping the panties inside. Your fingers brushed against the rough fabric, pretending to smooth some nonexistent wrinkles. He stiffened slightly at the unexpected contact, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but didn't react further, too engrossed in the conversation to notice your actions or perhaps choosing to ignore them for the sake of politeness. You lingered for a moment, a small, satisfied smile playing on your lips, enjoying the thrill of the risk, before nonchalantly turning away, heading towards the bar as if nothing had happened.

You intended to grab another drink, to play it cool, but you didn’t even get the chance. John’s hand shot out, gripping your arm more roughly than he probably intended, his fingers digging into your skin. You turned to face him, surprised by the intensity of his grip and the urgency in his eyes. He leaned in, his voice low and husky, barely audible above the din of the party, “We’re leaving.” 

His eyes, usually warm and playful, were now dark, almost predatory. He didn’t wait for your response, pulling you away from the party, his grip tightening on your arm, ignoring the curious glances and hushed whispers that followed your hasty exit.

The car came to a screeching halt somewhere on a field road, a dark forest swallowing it halfway. John grunted, his frustration evident in the sharp sound as he rummaged through his chest pocket. His fingers brushed against the soft lace of your panties, and he pulled them out, tossing them onto the middle console of the car with more force than necessary.

“What’s this then? What the bloody hell are you thinking?” He turned towards you, his expression unreadable in the dim light filtering through the trees.

“Oh, don’t give me that, John.” The alcohol had emboldened you, leaving you feeling reckless and exhilarated. You knew you had overstepped, crossed a line, but the jealousy, the urge to claim what was yours, had overridden all sense of propriety.

“Do you even know who that was? What if they saw –” His voice was tight, his jaw clenched, his anger palpable.

“I don’t fucking care.” The words were out before you could think, blunt and unapologetic. You knew you should have shown more restraint, but the truth was, you didn't regret anything. Not really.

“You’re one of my lieutenants. Show some respect.” His words were clipped, his jaw tight. He was trying to maintain control, to remind you of your place, of the hierarchy that existed between you, even outside the confines of the military base. But you could see the flicker of desire in his eyes, the way his gaze lingered on your lips, betraying the conflict raging within him.

“Maybe show some respect to your partner –”

He sighed, shaking his head, a mixture of frustration and amusement finally breaking through his stern façade.

“John, I don’t –” You started to speak, wanting to explain yourself, to justify your actions, but he cut you off.

His hand shot out, grabbing your shoulder and turning you to face him. The touch, firm but not unkind, sent a shiver down your spine. “Listen to me –”

“No! You listen to me.” You pushed his hand away, unbuckled your seatbelt, and turned your body fully towards him, the movement causing your dress to ride up your thighs, exposing the smooth skin beneath.

“I don’t care who you flirt with when I’m not around, John.” You watched as his eyes couldn't resist following the movement of your dress. He fought to keep his gaze steady, to maintain his composure, but you could see the subtle clench of his jaw.

“I didn’t flirt –” he protested, but you ignored it.

“I trust you,” you continued, your voice softer now, almost a whisper, “but when I am right there? Nobody fucking flirts with you, understood?”

He paused for a second, a slow smile spreading across his lips, transforming his stern features, softening the hard lines of his face. “Never guessed you were that jealous,” he murmured, the tension easing slightly. He seemed almost… intrigued by your possessiveness, by the fierce way you were staking your claim.

“Not jealous,” you corrected, “Just… territorial.”

“She’s the daughter –” he began, but you silenced him with a finger pressed against his lips.

“Of a high-ranking official. I know.” You pulled back slightly, your eyes locking with his. “Doesn’t mean I have to like her claws all over you.” You reached for his arm, your fingers tracing the spot where the woman had touched him, remembering the possessive way her hand had lingered there. You pulled the fabric of his shirt up, exposing the warm skin beneath. Before he could even ask what you were doing, you licked along the exact spot, a slow, deliberate stroke of your tongue that sent a visible shiver through him. Then, you gently nibbled at the skin, leaving a faint mark of your teeth, a brand, a silent marking of what was yours.

His eyes darkened, turning into something wild and untamed, the amusement replaced by a raw, hungry desire. A growl rumbled deep in his chest, a primal sound that vibrated through you. He wasn’t stupid; he knew exactly why you had done that, remembering the possessive glint in your eyes, the way you had watched him, the silent challenge you had issued. And he accepted it, willingly, eagerly. He didn’t try to hide his desire any longer. With a sudden movement, almost too fast for you to register, he yanked you across the seat, settling you firmly on his lap, your bodies flush against each other, the heat of his desire igniting your own.

Your dress rode up your thighs completely, baring your sex against his crotch, and his eyes were glued to the sight, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Then you realized where his anger had come from, partly; he was rock hard beneath the black fabric of his pants, pressing insistently against your core. You gasped, a soft, involuntary sound, and at the same time, a strangled noise, like a growl, escaped his throat. Having a hard-on so obviously visible in front of his colleagues, especially in such a public setting, might have been an issue for him, a breach of protocol, a lapse in his usual impeccable control. But all you felt was a surge of pride, a thrill of possessiveness – all he needed was a little reminder of you to be this way.

You were the one who could unravel him, the one who could make him forget his duties, his responsibilities, the weight of his rank – no other woman.

You leaned in, grabbing his chin, so his eyes snapped back up to meet yours. As you spoke, you made sure to grind against him, a slow, agonizing movement that made him groan. “You don’t get to be mad at me.”

Your other hand snaked down between your bodies, closing around his erection through the fabric of his trousers. His eyes almost rolled back in his head at the contact, his hands instinctively reaching out to grab the flesh of your hips, pulling your dress even higher, wanting more, needing more.

You let go of him, grabbed his arms, and shoved them away from you, a playful challenge in your eyes. “If you touch me, John,” you whispered, planting a kiss on his mouth, then trailing it up his cheek, through his beard and stubble, finally nipping gently at his earlobe, “I’ll leave you fucking frustrated. Got it?” Your hand went back to his crotch, slowly working at the zipper of his trousers.

He let out a shaky exhale, his hands gripping the headrest behind him, visibly struggling to comply. The effort of restraint was evident in the taut muscles of his arms, and the clench of his jaw. His length twitched against your hand as you finally reached the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down to release him. He sprung free, hard and throbbing, nestled between your thighs. Another exhale, sharper this time, escaped his lips, his chest heaving beneath your hands. The sight of him, so hard, so desperate, so undeniably yours, was more intoxicating than any drink could ever be.

“I asked you if you understood me, John.” Your voice was low, husky, laced with a playful dominance. Your hand moved to tighten around his cock, and he hissed in response, a sharp intake of breath, as you slowly ran a finger over the sensitive tip.

“Yes,” he whispered, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes burning into yours.

You watched him, enjoying the sight of him struggling to maintain control, his body thrumming with barely contained need. His gaze was fixed on yours, a mixture of lust and frustration swirling in their depths. His length twitched against your hand, a silent plea for you to do something, anything .

You inched closer, your lips brushing against his ear. “Good boy,” you murmured, the words a playful taunt, a reward for his obedience. You trailed kisses down his throat to the hollow at the base of his neck. You nipped at his earlobe, then his neck, sucking gently at the skin, wanting to leave a mark, a visible sign of your claim on him. You could feel the pulse throbbing beneath your lips, and the heat and salty taste of his skin flushed your senses.

With a slow, deliberate movement, you pulled the neckline of your dress down, just past your breasts, letting them spill free. If you could have, you would have captured the look on his face at that moment, a perfect blend of desperation, desire, and awe. His earlier anger had completely dissolved, replaced by raw, uncontained lust. His eyes were wild, like a tiger on the prowl, his teeth grinding against each other, the muscles in his jaw flexing. You knew just how much he wanted to reach out and touch you – to cup your breasts, to trace the curve of your hips, to pull you closer – but you wouldn’t let him. Not yet.

Instead, you shifted your weight, positioning yourself over him, the tip of his cock pressing against your slick heat. He groaned then, his body tensing in anticipation, a silent prayer for what he craved.

You reached down, your fingers quickly unbuttoning his shirt, freeing his chest. 

Then, you lowered yourself onto him with a tormenting slowness, savoring the feeling of him filling you, stretching you. His breath hitched in his throat, his muscles clenching as you took him deeper, inch by agonizing inch. You held yourself still, suspended above him, letting the weight of your body settle on him, the friction building an unbearable tension. 

You leaned forward, your now-bare breasts brushing against the wiry hair of his chest. You rubbed against him, and your nipples, hard and aching, dragged across his skin, earning a guttural growl from deep within his chest. You lowered your head and nipped at his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, then soothed the sting with a slow, lingering kiss. His hands twitched, reaching out instinctively, wanting to pull you closer, to guide your rhythm, to take control. But he stopped himself, his fingers clenching into fists, finding their way to the steering wheel behind you, knuckles white against the dark leather.

You continued to torment him, grinding your hips against his, a slow, circular motion that sent shivers of pleasure – and frustration – through you both. You could feel him throbbing inside you, hard and insistent, desperate for release. You smirked, enjoying his struggle, the way his body trembled beneath you, a captive to your desires, his control hanging by a thread.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, his voice strained, his eyes squeezed shut, his body rigid with the effort of holding back.

You lifted yourself slightly, then lowered yourself again, taking him deeper, pushing him closer to the edge. He arched beneath you, a strangled moan escaping his lips as he fought for control, the pleasure building, coiling tighter and tighter within him. You watched him, your heart pounding in your chest, a mixture of lust and affection swelling within you. He was yours, completely and utterly, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. You were in control, the dominant force, and he was yours to command, to possess, to please. And you intended to savor every second of it. 

You quickened your pace, the rhythm building, causing his hips to meet yours, thrust for thrust. His breathing grew ragged, his moans growing louder, filling the small space of the car. You watched him, your heart pounding in your chest, a thrill of power surging through you as you felt him nearing the edge. He was so close, his body taut with anticipation, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched.

And then, with a guttural cry, he shattered, his body convulsing beneath you. You felt the pulsing heat of his release deep inside you, each throb a searing brand against your most sensitive walls. A wave of pleasure washed over you, a delicious echo of his release, but it wasn’t enough. You were far from finished.

“Touch me,” you commanded, not letting him linger in his bliss for too long. “Make me come, John.”

His eyes flew open, his gaze locking with yours. He hesitated for a moment, before his hand moved from the steering wheel to your hip, his fingers digging into your flesh, pulling you closer, anchoring you to him. His other hand found its way between your bodies, his fingers seeking out your clit. 

He began to rub, slow circles at first, then faster, more insistent, his touch sending shivers of pleasure radiating through you. You sat still, letting him work his magic, your body a canvas for his touch. He began to move his hips, slow, shallow thrusts, his softening cock dragging against your walls, the friction adding to the growing inferno within you.

You moaned, your body writhing beneath him, the pleasure building, coiling tighter and tighter, a delicious torment that you savored, knowing that the release, when it came, would be all the more powerful.

He watched you, his gaze intent, his breathing growing ragged as he witnessed your pleasure. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming deeper, more forceful, his fingers moving and pressing against your clit, building the pressure, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You cried out, your voice raw with need, your body trembling, your legs shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure reached its peak, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to shatter you. And then, with a scream, you came, your body convulsing around him, the world exploding into a blinding white light, the feeling overwhelming, making you feel weightlessly floating in a state of euphoria.

You collapsed against him, your head resting on his chest, your breathing ragged, your heart pounding against his ribs. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his warm body against yours. For a long moment, you simply held each other, savoring the afterglow, the quiet connection that transcended words.

“I love you,” you whispered, sighing contentedly as you moved back a little and reached out, your fingers slowly closing the buttons of his shirt, a small gesture of tenderness.

“I’m not sure if you deserve me saying it back.”

“Hey–!” you protested playfully, swatting at his hand as he struggled with the buttons near his neck, taking over for him.

“I won’t be able to love you if you’re killing me with your behavior,” he continued, his lips curving into a slow smile. 

“Ha ha, very funny,” you retorted, rolling your eyes, but the smile tugging at your own lips betrayed your amusement. You loved this side of him, the playful banter, the teasing affection that he so rarely allowed himself to show, a glimpse of the man beneath the uniform, the man you knew and loved with all your heart.

He reached out, his calloused fingers gently cupping your face, his thumb brushing away a smudge of lipstick from the corner of your mouth. “I love you,” he said, spoken with a sincerity that made your heart swell.

You smiled, and he returned it, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that always made your heart skip a beat. He moved you gently back to your seat, his touch lingering on your skin, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip as if unwilling to let you go. You adjusted your dress, smoothing the fabric over your still-tingling skin, your legs still shaky.

“Let’s get back.”

“Back ?” You looked at him, your eyes wide with shock. You glanced down at your body, the sticky evidence of your little dispute warm against your inner thighs. “I can't go back like this,” you whispered, your cheeks flushing at the thought of facing your colleagues, of the questions, the knowing glances, the whispers that would undoubtedly follow.

He smirked, an evil glint in his eyes, as he reached down, grabbing the lace panties from the gear shift where they had landed before, and stuffed them back into his pocket. You were stunned speechless, not sure what to say, how to react. You had expected him to still be angry, to reprimand you for your impulsive behavior, but this… this was something else entirely. He was turning the tables, reclaiming control in his own way.

“You wanted everyone to know you’re mine, didn’t you?”

[deepspaceebabe]

Anything you can spare (Caleb x reader/MC)

TAGS/WARNINGS: Heavy Makeout?, 18+, no proofreading (I'm lazy it's 3am)

SYNOPSIS: A blurb about Caleb Making out with you

It's quiet and still in your apartment in Linkon. Caleb had made time to visit you after coming up with a new recipe to try with you. You both are cleaning up the dishes at the sink after the meal. It's times like this when it doesn't feel like it used to with him. Like how it felt when you were both snotty kids, and you didnt understand how it felt to want Caleb in ways that you hadn't before. The silence and atmosphere is cloaked with the anticipation of a kiss. Without the noise of everything else, your desires are louder than ever. When there isn't anything to joke about, or any memories of the past to bring up. The silence breeds desire for you. As you both finish up the final dish, you look up at him and smile. "Thanks for making dinner AND helped clean up. You really know how to win a girl over, " you say kindly with a laugh. He smiles with you. "Well, you know you're the only girl I'd want to win over anyways," he says, not breaking that smile, looking at you with those kind eyes.

You look into his eyes and can feel your heartbeat in your ears. Your breathing becomes heavy with want. Caleb seems equally as worked up as you. The anticipation reminded you of your time at the skyhaven Amusement Park, where the line between you two became blurred. That dare was a gateway drug, the idea that he would of kissed you on that train had you reeling for many nights. Here in this moment, the scene plays out for what seems like an eternity before Caleb seems to steel himself. He closes his eyes harshly and takes a breath, turning back towards the sink."Pip, I-" he starts, but you don't let him finish. Tugging his arm down, you finally smash your lips against his in a fever of lust. Right or wrong, nothing mattered but the weight of his tounge in your mouth. The feel of his hot hand in yours grounds you and tethers you to this moment. This was real, and you were kissing the object of your desires, the ultimate sin. He kisses back almost immediately, his hands finding your hips as he deepens the kiss. Slight moans come from him as you hold the sides of his face, your tongue dancing with his. "Fuck" he whispers against your lips briefly before moving back in, desperate for anything you'll give him. He grabs your thighs, hoisting you up while never breaking from the kiss. You wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, trying to taste even more of him. You want to devour him, take everything that he'll give you, and more. This small taste of this forbidden fruit is already addictive. He tastes like honey on your tounge, his touch is warm and familiar and everything you could of dreamed of. Caleb moves to the counter and sets you down, slotting himself between your legs as the kiss continues. He moans desperately as you thread your fingers through his hair and grind into him. The lack of oxygen has finally won over your lust as you break for air. You finally take a look at the boy you've known all your life. The deepest blush is set on his face, his beautiful amethyst eyes are hooded as his hair is beyond tousled. His breathing is heavy and desperate, with small moans at every breath. "Please" says quiet and breathless, like a small prayer. You move your hand to his cheek and she shudder at the contact, hes burning hotter by the second. "Hmm?" You hum, brain a bit too fried to give him a full answer. Caleb grabs the hand that his holding his face and leans into it, his eyes squeezing shut as if trying to ground himself. He leans in, forehead touching yours. "I want you. I want whatever you'd give me." He whispers against your lips. "Please, everything I am, everything I was and will be is yours. What can I give you? What do you want?" He pleads desperately. You feel down his clothed chest as he grabs at your thigh. "All of you, everything. Anything you can spare." You whisper back.

A/N: hi sorry I haven't ever written something like this smutty (ik it's pretty tame) I just want to make out with this boy so bad 😭😭 but yeah I hope yall like it!

Edit: I added to it, made it sound a bit better :>

[silken-moonlight]

Monsters helping you move in

Imagine you got lucky in life and won the lottery. You receive a great sum of money, so you decide to ditch your old life and start over.

You buy a nice, big house with a big yard and a pool. Even better, a very hot bear shifter—whom you met in the grocery store—offered his help. Since you didn't think of that, you had to carry and assemble all the furniture yourself, completely forgetting about it until all your furniture stood in your living room and the rest of the house was empty. He'll bring along his friends; the only payment he wants is food. You also told him and his friends they could use your pool, since it's summer.

So you prepared a lot of food for him and his friends. The doorbell rings, and he stands there with his equally attractive friends: a demon with beautiful horns and a sneaky tail, a grim-looking orc, and a hot older werewolf.

They are absolute sweethearts, banning you from even glancing at any of the boxes. They set up everything that's missing for you. The sofa, cabinets, your bed... They work the whole day. You tag along, bringing them food and drink....and enjoying the view of the male monster working shirtless in your house.

When they finish in the evening, you bring dinner out to the garden. When you announce you'll go for a swim and take off your clothes to reveal the cutest bikini, they quickly get into their swim shorts and follow you into the water.

You get along so well, laugh and jest around. They joke around how easy you are to pick up. They actually do pick you up and handing you around. You laugh and have the time of your life. Even opening up about your last boyfriend and how shitty he was...Before you know it you're making out with the demon, while the others cheer you on. Once again you get handed around making out with everone. Soon getting fucked out there in your new garden by these very sweet guys.

(Please ignore that pool sex is not the best idea)

Also do you want a longer Version of this?

[soapcloth]

Soap who slips his dirty boxers up over your hips after eating you out.

[cecesreign]

Idc, I’m turned on either way 😭

Why are masked men so hot? Truly tho, what's the psychology behind the attractiveness? It's mental issues, isn't it?

[ccazimi]

Nightingale (pt. 4)

Read pt. 3

CW: stepcest, noncon, partial p in v, choking/breathplay, dacryphilia, namecalling (sweetheart, cockslut, etc.), degradation, dirty talking, sadism, blowjob, throat/facefucking, cumplay (?), lmk if i missed anything else

WC: 3.5k

a/n: please! pay attention to the warnings! i'm gonna proofread this tmr so excuse any mistakes... also i think this miniseries will have one more part as the last one

“I’ll make it up to you.”

You hate those stupid words that he’d uttered because now you can’t get them out of your head.

With bated breaths and timid glances you sneak at him you wait patiently, wondering if he really meant what he said.

Those stupid words that kept you yearning in a way that was unfamiliar to you- if not to feel his tongue or his touch again then that damned toy he’d used on you.

The orgasm it gave you kept you up for nights, only heightened when you thought of him using it on you.

But Sukuna had been working long hours lately, and you had no idea how to even bring this up to him- as if you would, even if you knew how.

Amidst your thoughts being infected with him, you somehow didn’t feel the want to go on anymore dates. You gave excuses- that you were busy with schoolwork or that your parents were strict, because the truth was gross.

You wanted your perverted stepbrother to fuck you, use you, make you feel good in ways that had you questioning your sanity. That he’s tainted you till the point you get wet when he calls you his little sister.

These days disgust and discomfort are hard to differentiate from want and dark desires.

Still, you wondered if something had shifted in your dynamic with him since that night. He seemed a bit less antagonistic these days the few times you saw him, still teasing and taunting but in a more playful manner, and you felt yourself easing up with his presence, like you weren’t a stranger in your own home whenever he was around.

Any amiability came to a stand still not even a week later, when the situation regarding your finances came up.

Maybe it partially arose from the fact the Mr. Itadori had stepped up in his paternal role, happily offering to pay for your expenses including your college tuition. It was no secret that he was smitten with you, maybe because having a daughter was a nice change after raising two sons his whole life.

Even this would still be fine if he didn’t make Sukuna - the only other earning man in the household - pay for your expenses as well.

You insisted otherwise but Mr. Itadori was set on making his older show up for you, perhaps thinking this would show him how to act or how to be a real brother to you.

And that’s how you arrived with Sukuna having to pay your credit card bill, which clearly pissed him off to no end.

“Seventy-eight thousand yen?! Are you fucking serious?”

You stood awkwardly in the doorway of Yuuji and Sukuna’s shared room, feeling guilty enough as it was going up to him and asking him if he could pay your bill since Mr. Itadori told you to go to him for it.

Honestly, you’d try to postpone this meeting for as long as you could but your bill was due very soon.

“It was over the course of one whole month, okay?” You reply defensively, thinking you’d actually done a decent enough job budgeting this month.

Sukuna’s lip curls in irritation as he looks up from the statement to glare at you. “You don’t fucking get it do you? Spoiled fucking brat, you’ve just had everything handed to you your whole life.”

His words sting, like they always do. You’re tired of hearing this same tirade from him over and over again- and to act like he knows you or whatever the hell your life was like?

It grates your nerves.

“Don’t act like I’m the problem just because you’re miserable.” You finally spit back.

“You are the fucking problem, you just enter our fucking lives and start leeching off of us.” He seethes, creases etched into his face that’s twisted in anger. “Getting coddled like you’re a damn toddler while the rest of us actually have to work.”

“I’m a full time student, you know this!” You step closer, done bowing your head and putting up with his bullshit. “And you have no right to act like you’re a fucking saint just because you have a job, after all the things you’ve done to me.”

You despise the way your voice breaks just a bit after you hiss out the last part, the way his expression contorts with something mocking, condescending.

He scoffs. “Done to you, huh? You keep playing this card like you don’t fucking love it,” He leans closer, “Like you don’t fall apart under my touch as if it’s the only good thing that’s ever happened to you. I bet you even fuck yourself on your fingers at night pretending they’re mine, don’t you?”

Sukuna watches you try to hold yourself together and keep your composure as you stubbornly deny him what both of you know is the truth, acutely aware of how close he was and that glint in his eyes. “I don’t. You’re getting ahead of yourself.”

“Sweetheart, you’d probably get on the floor and do it in front of me right now if I asked you to.” He smirks. “If I promised you I’d make you feel so good, if you did. You don’t have nearly as much shame as you pretend to.”

You push down the lump in your throat, fingers curling inwards and unfurling again as you’re rudely reminded of the situation you’d been dealing with this whole fucking week, how even now your craving mind wonders if this is an offer.

“Make me feel good….how?” You murmur under your breath, heat seeping through your body and across your cheeks as you look down and away from his face and towards the long fingers that were pumping inside you.

You’re ridiculously horny for him.

He laughs, a callous sound that rips through and yanks you out of your stupor.

“God, you were really fuckin’ gonna do it, weren’t you? Pathetic bitch.” He sneers.

Tears of resentment, anger, and humiliation prick at your eyes and before they have a chance to fall your hand is suddenly flying through the air and slapping him squarely across the face.

“Fuck you, fuck, I wish you’d never entered my fucking life!” You yell, hating how your hit seemingly does nothing to him, or that sleazy grin on his face. “No wonder your mom left, it was probably because of you, her fucked up shit-show of a son.”

Whatever mirth lingered on his expression quickly disappears as his face hardens.

You know you’ve crossed a line, even before he stands at his full height reminding you of just how much bigger and stronger he was then you.

You’re still angry and honestly it felt good spewing that venom at him, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling something new right now like cold water in your veins.

It turns icier when he smiles again, the kind of smile that signals you should leave now.

“Maybe you’re right. Wanna see how much of a ‘fucked up shit show of a son’ she gave birth to?” He prowls closer, agonizingly slow as you continue to back further and further away until you’re near his door.

You really shouldn’t have gotten yourself into this situation while the only other person at home was Mr. Itadori who was contentedly asleep in the living room sofa while the tv plays loudly in the background.

Finally you swivel around, though you know it’s pointless.

You’ve played this game before- Sukuna will always be bigger, stronger, faster.

And just like that he’s in front of you, shoving you away from the door as a condemning click tells you there’s no getting out of this now.

It alarms you, enough that you’re leaping across the small expanse of the room, though you know it won’t do anything, confirmed by a tight grasp around your wrist before you’re shoved face first into the dark covers of his single bed.

It all happens so fast, you feel the immovable weight of him above you as you struggle uselessly and panicked tears are wet on your cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Sukuna, I didn’t mean it—”

His hand is around your throat in an instant, pressing the air out of your words as he pushes your head back till your neck is straining. “Shut up, just shut the fuck up. You had it fucking coming.”

You stop trying to fight back, with both wrists held together behind your back in just one of his hands and another that could choke you out at any time, you were only just wasting your energy.

He leans in, breath hot and humid as it ghosts across your ear. “I really held out on this, you know. But you’ve pushed your luck too far this time…”

A sickly feeling curdles in your gut when he shifts so you can feel the hardness in his pants, rubbing along the curve of your ass. “So let me show you what a mean older brother I can be.”

Your breath turns shaky as you feel him undo his pants, shifting around to free his erection before crudely yanking your own bottoms and panties down, just enough that you can feel air brush against your exposed ass and cunt. “No, no, no, I’m not ready Sukuna, please you c-cant,”

His fingers tighten back up around your trachea, the uncomfortable pressure and your anxiety letting only a scant amount of oxygen to make it to your lungs.

“I can, and I will. Besides, you were ready that night, huh? Just to lose it to some random guy you barely even knew, if it came to it.”

You feel it then, the hot and leaking tip of his cock rubbing against your pussy. You try to swallow but you can’t. You want to yell, say something, anything, but not a single word can make its way up your squeezed throat.

“Oh fuck, you’re wet.” He chuckles lightly, exhaling audibly as his cock slides further into your lubricated folds, sliding it back and forth in your slick. “You like this or something? Is this turning you on? God, you might just be as ‘fucked up’ as me…”

His grip loosens slightly on your throat, allowing you with some much needed air as you find yourself getting even more worked up, despite the fear and bitterness that boiled in you.

Your stomach tightens when you feel him stop his movements to prod his tip against your entrance. “St-stop Sukuna, I won’t be able to take it,” You whisper as fresh tears fall, “You’ll tear me up.”

“Just take a deep breath.” He says flatly, not a hint of concern in his voice. “Or don’t, I don’t really care either way.”

He presses himself further into you, and you can already feel the pain gathering as he’s barely even inserted himself.

“No-”

Your cry of protest turns into a wincing gasp as he pushes himself further into you, just the tip of him forcing its way past your entrance.

“Oh shit, you’re tight,” He groans.

It hurts. A painful burn that felt like you were being ripped open as he tries to inch himself deeper into you.

Your body’s tensed in pain, breath labored while you let out feeble whimpers as tears stream and stream, trying to just get through it, remembering how you were always told that there would be pleasure after the initial pain.

Even if it doesn’t seem like this pain would ever be worth it.

He can’t honestly be more than an inch in, but you feel him stop moving.

He’s looking at you.

A second passes before he sighs. “Fuck.”

And with that there’s another sudden burst of pain before it’s gone all together and you realize he’s pulled himself out of you.

His hand leaves your throat, relief flooding your veins when you feel his weight lift off you.

As soon as you can, you quickly turn over, harshly pulling your own pants up to see he’s already tucked himself back in as well.

You scoot farther away from him on his bed until your back is to the wall.

He’s looking down at you with a scornful look of frustration with a gaze that makes you feel small before finally breaking the silence. “Get on the ground. You’re gonna have to make me cum another way.”

“Wh-what?”

“Are you dumb? Get down and on your knees. Now.”

You do as he says, slipping off the edge of his bed and slowly lowering yourself till he knots a hand in your hair and pushes down on your hear till you’re at his crotch level.

“And take off your top.”

You hesitate.

It doesn’t make sense for you to be shy about this, especially after everything else.

You swallow and grab your shirt by the hem to pull it up over the top of your head before pausing and looking up at him.

“Don’t make me fucking say it.”

Well, at least you tried your luck.

Slowly you unclasp your bra and take off the straps before throwing it to the side to expose your bare chest to him.

Sukuna’s eyes roam over your tits as your nipples harden in exposure to the air and his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“That’s what I like to see.” He hums before gripping your head tightly again to push you forcefully into the large bulge in his pants so that he can grind it on your face. “Feel that? You’re gonna take all of it down your dumb little throat and you’re gonna love every single second of it. Understand?”

Tears sting your eyes and your face burns in equal parts shame and arousal as you nod obediently.

“Say it. Haven’t I taught you how to use your words?”

“Y-yes, I understand.” The words come out muffled by his clothed erection pressed against your mouth.

He pulls away. “Strip me.”

For a second you pause before quickly getting to work, unable to look up at him in the eye as you do so.

You unbutton his jeans and pull them down, the outline of his hardened cock through the black boxers sucking the air out of your lungs. Your fingers brush against his skin as you hook them around the waistband and peel them down to release his swollen dick.

Your stomach coils again.

Maybe it’s just the angle but you swear it looks even bigger than last time, with a vein running around the underside that you hadn’t previously noticed.

There was no way in hell you could have possibly taken that thing inside you and survived.

“Look up at me.” He orders as he grasps his cock with one hand.

You tilt your chin, round tear eyes meeting the hungry ones above you, watching his pupils blow out even more when he slaps his blushed tip against your face, making you wince softly.

That wicked leer of his only grows, the one that always means bad news.

“Kiss it. Show me how much you love my cock.”

Your eyes widen slightly, laying your hands around the dark tattooed bands encircling the muscular tops of his thighs before placing a chaste kiss right on his slit.

“Ah, fuck,” He exhales as he rubs the leaking tip of his dick up against your lips, smearing the precum all over them like it’s lipgloss. “That’s a good girl. Keep this up and you might actually make up for before.”

You resist the urge to bite his dick off.

He taps his cock on your mouth. “Open up.”

You comply, entirely confused by how much you hated this, especially after what he’d just tried, yet found yourself just as desperately wanting to taste him.

He immediately begins to slide his length through your opened mouth, groaning at the contact against your wet tongue, continuing to go deeper and deeper till it was uncomfortable.

You try to fight your gag reflex from being triggered but it happens anyway, with something so long and large being pushed down your throat. You grip his thighs pathetically and try to push away from him as your throat convulses around his cock, trying to squeeze it out.

You’re offered no mercy because it only hardens his dick more, and with a cold laugh he harshly shoves your skull further down his length till your nose is pressed against his pelvis. “Oh come on, you’re being dramatic.”

Dramatic?

You can barely breathe, growing dizzy when he finally pulls out and peers down at you as you cough a bit and regain your breath.

“Maybe it’s a good thing you’re such a sensitive little thing, because fuck, it turns me on to see you all pathetic like this.” You wish you could ask him to be gentler but you know by now that there was a good chance he’d likely just do the opposite. So instead you wipe your tears and determinedly take his dick in your hand to put it into your mouth again- though this time not all the way.

Sukuna let’s you do this without shoving himself back down your throat, watching your face and fighting the urge to let out a moan as you swirl your tongue around his swollen tip.

You gaze up at him and he inhales sharply when you dig your tongue into the divot of his frenulum, dragging your soft tongue up from it over his tip, and back down his shaft again.

His breathing grows heavier, no longer able to fight the urge to thrust in and out of your warm, wet mouth in time with your motions and the way your tongue laves so sensually all over his dick. “Shit, you like this you little cockslut? You like sucking off your big brother?”

You moan around his dick without even thinking, and Sukuna grins again. “Wow, you really are messed up.” He rasps. “Now suck my balls like a good little slut, yeah?”

He pulls his wet length out of your messy mouth, smeared with precum and saliva. You hold his cock up and close your lips around his heavy scrotum, sucking and lapping gently at the soft flesh while you stroke his shaft with your hand.

The last restraints of his control begin to crumble at the sensation, at how fucking filthy you look like this. “Ah -fuck- god, you really are nothing more than my obedient little dog, huh? I can make you do -hah- whatever the fuck I want you to…”

His grip in your hair suddenly tightens and he pulls away to shove his cock through your parted lips, unable to control the urge to fuck your mouth any longer.

The pressure is sudden and before you can adjust he’s gripping your hair so tightly you feel pinpricks on your scalp. That pain is quickly overshadowed when he begins snapping his hips back and forth at a brutal pace.

You struggle to keep your mouth open while you try not to choke on the cock slamming into the back of your throat over and over again.

“Ah, shit, you pathetic, stupid, needy little thing. You’re -hah- really worth nothing more than being a -fuck- a cocksleeve for me to use.”

You don’t notice tears are falling again, running down your cheeks and only adding to the ness of spit dribbling obscenely down your chin from where he mercilessly thrusts in and out of your mouth.

It hurts, your jaw aches and you feel like you’re suffocating on his cock abusing your throat, hoping it won’t be long till he cums because you don’t think you can keep this up much longer.

And like your prayers have been answered, suddenly he snaps his dick all the way out of your mouth and jerks it above your face before cumming with a hiss, ropes of thick hot cum spurting out and painting your whole face white. They keep coming for a few seconds more, and by the time he’s down you feel the viscous fluid dripping lewdly down your face.

He pants, eyes drinking in the sight of you kneeling with cum all over your face, and it almost makes his dick harden again. “God, you look perfect right now, sis.”

You can barely look up at him, thinking it would’ve been a lot less degrading for him to just cum down your throat than this.

Sukuna furrows his brows in mock confusion. “Where’s your gratitude? Show some thanks and lick that shit up like a properly trained mutt.”

You don’t even think, just moving automatically to swipe your fingers in the semen drying on your face, and sucking them clean. He watches you do it over and over till of it is gone into your stomach, and you look expectantly up at him.

He’s tucked himself back in, reaching forward to pet the top of your head. “Good girl. I guess you’ve earned me paying your bill, huh?”

[crimson-mxse]

ready whenever you are

do whatever you want to me, just keep me 𖹭

[minxsroom]

마침내 빼낼 수도 없게 박혀 니 심장 더 깊은 곳 달콤한 너의 russian roulette

<333333

[nastynickii]

hi<3

[aresthesillystar]

going feral i need this actually

praising you for giving in to being dumbed down . theres my pretty baby , i see your mind fogging up . shh mhm ? honey yr doing so good for me like this . yes pup , dont think ,, just let me take care of you . yr doing amazing . such a stupid mutt cant make himself feel good all on his own now , can he ?

[mxymii]

DINNER 𐙚

pairing | dad’s best friend! lee byunghun x fem!reader

summary | when an unexpected guest makes for an unexpected turn of events.

warnings | 18+, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, sir kink, jealousy, obsessive, possessive, age gap (50 n 21), etc. (plot with sex? maybe? somewhat long before the smut)

a/n | hello everyone!! i have delivered this post as requested by @d3lux3s as a continuation of ride home, so enjoy!

the evening started out normal enough. the house was filled with the warm hum of your dad’s laughter as he moved around the kitchen, the clinking of glasses and plates echoing faintly. you’d been avoiding the table, lingering upstairs as long as possible, knowing that tonight would be anything but normal.

because he was coming.

you heard the front door open, followed by your dad’s cheerful voice.

“byunghun! good to see you, man. come in!”

you froze at the top of the stairs, your heart pounding. his presence filled the house like a shadow, heavy and inescapable.

“smells great in here,” byunghun said, his deep voice smooth.

your stomach twisted as you forced yourself to descend the stairs. when you reached the bottom, his eyes were already on you, dark and unrelenting.

your secret meetings began innocently enough—late-night drives, hushed conversations in shadowed corners—but the fire between you grew with every fleeting touch, every moment spent too close to each other. when he pulled up outside your window, headlights off to avoid suspicion, your heart raced with the thrill of knowing this was wrong, but wanting it anyway. you sat in his car for hours, the heat between you almost unbearable as your hands hovered too close, your gazes locking in ways that said more than words ever could. you both knew this was a line you shouldn’t cross, but the way his voice dropped when he whispered your name, the way your breath hitched when his fingers brushed yours—it was impossible to stop. each secret meeting felt like feeding an addiction, dangerous and exhilarating, with no escape in sight.

“alright,” your dad said, oblivious to the tension. “we’ve got plenty of food, so grab a drink and relax. ryan’s on his way, too.”

your head snapped up at the mention of ryan’s name; a long time friend of yours in which you hadn’t had the chance to catch up until now, and you saw the faint flicker of annoyance in byunghun’s expression.

“ryan?” he repeated, his voice dropping slightly.

“yeah, you remember ryan, don’t you?” your dad said, pulling plates from the cabinet. “he’s been friends with y/n since forever, until he had moved out for a few but his family decided to come back to town.”

“oh, i remember him,” byunghun said, his smile tightening.

the doorbell rang then, and you practically bolted to answer it, grateful for the brief escape. ryan stood on the porch, grinning as usual, holding a bag of drinks.

“hey! hope i’m not late,” he said, stepping inside.

you barely had time to respond before byunghun appeared in the entryway, his presence looming behind you.

“ryan,” he said smoothly, extending a hand. “been a while.”

ryan hesitated, glancing at you before shaking his hand. “yeah, it has. good to see you.”

“likewise,” byunghun said, though his grip lingered just a moment too long.

the tension between them was palpable, like an invisible wire stretched too tight, ready to snap. byunghun had moved away, giving ryan space to enter the house and set the drinks. your gaze was locked on byunghun as he stared at you.

“be careful, little one…” he’d whisper softly against your ears as a soft whimper escaped from you.

the four of you gathered at the dining table, but the air felt stifling, the usual warmth of your dad’s stories overshadowed by the weight of byunghun’s gaze. you sat across from him, with ryan beside you, a setup you immediately regretted.

your dad was completely oblivious, laughing at his own jokes as he passed around dishes. ryan leaned over to grab a serving spoon, his arm brushing against yours.

“careful, boy,” byunghun said suddenly, his tone sharp but masked with a thin layer of humor. “don’t crowd her.”

ryan blinked, startled. “oh, sorry. didn’t mean to.”

“no worries,” byunghun said, leaning back in his chair. but his eyes stayed on ryan, unblinking, his jaw tight.

“so, ryan,” your dad said, oblivious once again, “what’ve you been up to? college? work?”

ryan perked up, eager to talk. “yeah, college’s been great. i’ve been looking at internships—there’s one downtown i’m really hoping to land.”

“ambitious,” your dad said, nodding.

“yeah, good for you,” byunghun said, his voice smooth but edged with something biting. “must be tough, juggling all that with your little side trips here.”

the table fell silent. ryan frowned. “what do you mean?”

“nothing,” byunghun said, shrugging. “just seems like you spend a lot of time hanging around here. surprising, considering how busy you claim to be.”

your dad chuckled awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood. “he’s just giving you a hard time, ryan. ignore him.”

but you couldn’t ignore the way byunghun’s eyes flicked to you, lingering just a little too long, daring you to speak.

as the meal went on, the tension only grew. every time ryan spoke, byunghun would respond with something sharp, his words cutting deeper and deeper.

“so, what’s this internship about?” your dad asked.

“it’s in marketing,” ryan said, his tone brightening. “i’ve always been interested in that side of business.”

“interesting,” byunghun said, his voice low. “but maybe you should focus on the present before you get ahead of yourself.”

ryan frowned. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“just that you seem pretty distracted,” byunghun said, his tone deceptively casual. “spending all this time here, with her.”

“y/n’s my friend,” ryan said, his voice rising slightly.

“is she?” byunghun shot back, his calm demeanor cracking just enough to reveal the anger simmering beneath.

your dad looked up, confused. “what’s going on here?”

“nothing,” byunghun said quickly, his charming smile returning. “just looking out for her, that’s all.”

“looking out for me?” you finally spoke, your voice trembling.

“always,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours. “you know that.”

the tension was suffocating, and you could see the confusion on your dad’s face, the frustration on ryan’s. your hands trembled underneath the table, the way byunghun was acting was suspicious to both present members at the dining room at the moment but byunghun didn’t care. his attention was entirely on you, his control over the room absolute.

when the plates were cleared and your dad stepped outside to take a call, the silence between the three of you was deafening.

“what’s your problem?” ryan asked, finally snapping.

byunghun stood, his posture calm but his eyes blazing. “my problem is you. thinking you can just show up here and take what doesn’t belong to you.”

ryan stared at him, stunned. “what the hell are you talking about?”

you opened your mouth to speak, but byunghun cut you off, his voice low and dangerous. “you don’t belong here. she’s mine. and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay the hell away from her.”

the words hung in the air like a bomb, and for a moment, no one moved. then ryan grabbed his jacket and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

byunghun turned to you, his expression softening, though his eyes still burned with intensity. “you’re welcome,” he said quietly.

“for what?” you whispered, your voice shaking.

“for protecting you,” he said, stepping closer. “you don’t need anyone else, baby. just me.”

he moved closer to, pulling your seat outwards so he can stand directly in between your thighs. he lowered himself down in his knees as his hand were rested on your thighs, the dress you had on now pooled up against your waist.

“i hated the way he would look at you…” he whispered his fingers trailing at your skin, goosebumps seem to erupt and appear at that small action, your body quivering slightly away from his touch. he couldn’t do this not here in which your father can easily come in and catch you both in plain sight.

“b-byunghun…my dad..” you’d whisper at him which only made his dark gaze meet yours. “well then baby, you’re going to have to keep quiet.”

just as he finished, he was quick to rip your panties off of you, his mouth reliving the aching you had felt ever since he came in. “byunghun—!”

“baby..if you don’t want us to get caught, i’d suggest you to keep quiet.” he said as his tongue maneuvered against your lips, feeling your wetness coating his lips. “fuck…you’re so drenched..”

his fingers seemed to tease your entrance, he’d touch everywhere but never inserted them in which made you annoyed. “sir-.. please..—!”

he chuckled at your pleas, he loved to see you crumbling under his touch, the way he inflicted so much control and power over you sent him over the edge. “hmm..why don’t you ask ryan to do it? huh? you loved his company so much no?” he taunted, his dark eyes burning holes on you.

“please—! i w-want you…”

he groaned at your confession as he fumbled quickly with his trousers, wasting no time to pull them, along with his boxers, down. his cock red and angry, ropes of precum oozing down his length.

“i’m going to fuck you hard you’ll forget that fucker..” he grunted, his cock ramming into you, hard just like he promised. his hand gripped your mouth shut as your scream was muffled against it, your eyes rolled back as you felt him so deep in you.

your father was now long forgotten as you could only focus on his best friend ramming into you and his grip on your face tightening. “ugh—!…r-ryan can’t fuck you like t-this, huh?” his words stuttering as he felt you clench around him tightly.

“s-sir—!” you’d plea as your legs shook violently against the table, your head tilted back as your hand gripped your chair which shock from how aggressively byunghun pounded into you.

“you’re mine, little one. don’t f-forget that.” you could feel yourself coming closer to your climax, your pussy clenching tighter around his cock. his thrust more sloppy and unparalleled as he felt himself edge off as well. “cum with me baby…” he’d whisper against your ear as you both moaned, both reaching your high.

heavy breaths and soft whimpers were heard from you as you felt him fill you up full, his movements continuing gently. he placed his rough hand against your clit, doing gentle strokes and circle movements.

“b-byunghun—…i-i can’t—“

“shh baby…” he pampered as he continued his actions softly, kissing the nape of your skin softly, leaving slight pink marks around your body.

“let’s see how long we can go for until your father comes back…”

a/n : okayyy i really hope you like it ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა tysm for reading !! (feel free to send me any request or anything you would like for me to try!!) any reblogs, comments, likes and feedback would be greatly appreciated <3

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