#But removing it would strip her from the only form of stimulation she has

[princescar]

need Junko Hanahaki disease but the unrequited love is despair itself

[worrywrite]

I am frequently amused when I see art of Ianthe post skeleton arm. Amused because almost every artist picks where the skeletal structure starts at a different point. Some go right up to the shoulder, some go just under, some go past the elbow (though I've only seen this once) and some don't even get which arm it is correct. And I'm amused because there is a fairly accurate description in HtN of where Harrow cuts off the grafted arm and begins rebuilding with bone. It's about 3-4 inches above the elbow on the right arm. You can extrapolate her height and estimate just about where it would be. And in m head it should be lower than where most people draw it.

More musings on Ianthe and art of her below.

I've met a handful of folks with a stump in about that same place and I think it's a fairly common point for amputation and so whenever I see art with the skeletal emerging higher up it seems off.

I'm not trying to shame the artists, of course. I don't think I've seen a bad portrait of Ianthe yet. I am, perhaps, most amused as a result of all this how you can tell the artists usually just want to draw a girl with a cool bone arm. And in my head, the higher up on the arm it starts the more I to it they are. After all, why no just give her more visible bones.

I wouldn't be surprised if, in an effort to seduce Harrow she slowly abandoned more and more flesh in favor of gilded bone. Sure she started with it just above the elbow, but then she stripped off the bicep. Then the shoulder. Then part of the flesh around the collarbone. And when she started encountering more arteries and organs it gets trickier but she manages to remove the flesh and grow out her osseous material into plated structures to keep the important bits covered. Then she takes off the neck and the lower jaw. Then the entire left arm piece by piece from the fingertips up, one segment per day. At that point she doesn't feel pain any more. After that, it's the whole collar bone. The face she keeps, because she won't go quite so far as to essentially wear the paint of the ninth house by making her face a mask of bone. What beauty would that leave? She'll leave her breasts too, to satisfy her own vanity and hope that Harrow appreciates it least some flesh. But then it's to the ribcage; which is tricky, but it can be externalized and most of the internal organs can be put in flexible cartilaginous or osseous chambers padded with fat. By the time it gets to the pelvis she's torn, she wouldn't dare rob herself of some of the last pieces of stimulating nerve endings she has, and yet she feels like Harrow wouldn't care much; so naturally she exposes portions but not all of the pelvis. And then it's just the legs, and that's not even a big deal by that point.

Now fully formed, Lich!Ianthe has made herself everything that she thinks Harrow would adore. She has lost her sense of pain, and also almost all of her pride as she has come to realize that she has succumbed to an obsession. She has made herself a monster the likes of which stirs fear in the eyes of God. She is asked time and again to stop, but she only does when she's taken all that she can. Now she's gilded to perfection, equal parts gaudy trophy and skeletal object of desire. And she feels more like her own person than she's ever been.

[taestefully-in-luv]

Part I, no.15 kook please 💜

Pompt: “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, vaginal fingering, oral (Female receiving)

*sorry for any typos! enjoy:) And don't be shy, send me number and a member!*

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“One of these days y/n, you will just give in and admit you’re in love with me.” You want to wipe off Jungkook’s smug ass smile off his stupidly handsome face as he gazes at you, his arms crossed over his chest. You continue to ignore him though, dipping your chip into the dip.

“In your fucking dreams, Jeon.”

Ari is your best friend, she’s sweet, lovely and overall charming. Her brother though…not sweet, not lovely and maybe just fucking maybe a little charming. In his own weird way. You are more than used to his behavior towards you—he’s just your best friends annoying younger brother.

“Jungkook, why don’t you leave y/n alone?” Ari whines, “She’s going through something right now.”

Your eyes slide to Ari and you roll them, scoffing.

“I’m barely going through anything.” You huff out, “Sung-Ho can suck my dick.”

“He was your boyfriend of 6 months!” she tries to reason for you. “And he…”

“He what?” Jungkook cuts in, his voice serious. “Did he cheat on you? I knew that asshole was well, an asshole.” Jungkook starts getting worked up, his anger bubbling over.

“Chill dude.” You bring the chip to your lips. “The past is in the past.”

“It literally only happened last night…” Ari reasons again. “Anyway, the shower is free now y/n. Feel free to wash all that chlorine off your body!”

“Shall I join you?” Jungkook smirks and you hit his gut, causing him to groan. “Fine, fine.”

You make your way up the stairs and head towards the bathroom. Once inside you begin removing your swim suit and turning on the shower, the water starts off chilly but eventually warms up. You moan when you feel the hot water on your back, you dip your head back letting the water run through your hair and you feel grateful for the alone time. Sung-Ho cheated on you. You found out last night and came running to Ari’s arms, she held you as you sobbed and sobbed.

But today, you are stone cold. Trying to forget the very existence of your ex-boyfriend. How did you find out about him cheating on you? You heard it. You walked into his apartment and heard him fucking some chick in his bedroom. The sounds permanently in your mind.

You hurry with your shower, rinsing off before you are turning off the water. You grab your towel and begin drying off…you search the bathroom for your clothes when it hits you that you left them in Ari’s bedroom. Well, you’ll just make a run for it to her room, no harm no foul.

You leave the bathroom and begin walking towards Ari’s room when you hear a booming voice.

“I’m not leaving until I see her!” You know that voice. Your fucking ex.

“Sung-Ho, get out.” You hear Ari yell back, “Just go!”

You start to feel panicked…Sung-Ho is here? You are half way to her room when you decide you cannot do this. You cannot face him. In panic, you rush to the next closest room. You quietly make your way inside, shutting the door behind you.

You hear Sung-Ho say “Did you hear that?” and you decide you need to hide. You run to the bed and throw back the covers and slip inside the bed, bringing the blanket over your mostly wet body. You realize this is a horrible hiding place but maybe if he comes in here he will think it’s someone else just sleeping. Or something.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opens. You feel your heart begin to race, you swear anyone from a 25 mile radius can probably hear it thumping so loudly. You try to hold your breath, not ready to face this situation. You slam your eyes shut and breathe in and out, in and out. Then…the blanket is being lifted off your body, your wet body that is hardly being covered by this sorry of an excuse towel.

“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

Your eyes shoot up and you see Jungkook standing, basically hovering over your body with his arms crossed over his chest. He has the most shit eating grin as his eyes scan your body.

“I’m wearing a towel…” you mumble lamely and he nods his head mockingly.

“I knew this would happen eventually y/n, but maybe not like this.” Jungkook smirks, gesturing towards your body.

“Shut up, Jeon.” You sit up, grabbing the top of the towel and try to slide it up higher, covering more of your breasts. Jungkook’s eyes you shamelessly, his smirk only growing. You take a deep breath and look at him with a frown.

“My ex is here so I’m hiding.” You admit, “Let me live.”

Jungkook’s smirk begins to fade as he processes your words, his eyes hardening.

“That asshole is here?”

“Yeah. So can you keep it down?” You usher for him to quiet down, your hands gesturing for him to lower his volume.

“Ari told me exactly what happened.” He says quietly. “Instead of lowering our volume we could…raise it.” He finishes with raised brows and a sly smile forming.

“W-What do you mean, Jungkook?”

“You heard him with another girl.” He sits down on the edge of the bed, “What if he hears you with another guy?” his fingers dance up your arm and you shiver. You aren’t sure if it’s because you’re kind of wet and he has his ceiling fan rotating in cold circles or because it’s Jungkook. And he sometimes makes you feel a certain way you would rather forget.

“You want me to get revenge?” you whisper shout, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Don’t you want him to feel what you felt?” Jungkook slides his fingers down your arm, until he’s playing with your fingertips. “I can help you with that.”

“How…how would you help with that?” you ask, feigning innocence.

You know how he could help with that. This wouldn’t be the first time you and Jungkook have messed around. Before you started dating Sung-Ho, you and Jungkook may have accidentally drunkenly hooked up after Ari went to sleep one time. Whoops.

“He probably isn’t used to the sound of you coming…but maybe he should hear it.” Jungkook’s eyes meet yours, they’re playful and scheming and you can’t help but fall for his charm.

“You think you could make me come?” you challenge, “How would you go about that?”

“How about I just show you?” He gently pushes you back by the shoulder, laying you down on his bed, your head falling on his pillow.

“This is just for revenge, Jeon.” You breathe out roughly, anticipating his next move.

He nods his head dramatically. “Oh, for sure.” He says with a smirk. “Revenge only.”

Then his hands are at the towel and he’s slowly unwrapping it from your body, revealing your wet, naked form.

“Fuck.” Jungkook whines, “I have fucked my hand thinking about this view again.”

“You’ve thought about me?” you play dumb, “In your fantasies, what do you do first?”

Jungkook crawls over your body and starts kissing down your neck, his lips tickling your sensitive skin.

“Kiss your body.” He admits weakly. “Over and over.” His lips find your collarbone, he sucks on the skin until he continues until his lips are wrapped around you left nipple, his hand massaging your other breast.

“Kiss all the way down.” He whispers, “Until you’re screaming for me.”

“Ari is going to hear…” you realize, your breathe quick and short.

“Mostly importantly your nobody ex is going to hear.” He kisses down your stomach, his lips traveling lower and lower. Then his face is hovering over your pussy, he darts his tongue out and looks up at you.

“Sweet, sweet revenge.” Then his face is buried between yours legs, licking a strip from your hole to your clit causing you to groan in satisfaction that you finally feel him. He starts licking you over and over, flicking his tongue just right. You squirm in your spot on his bed, your loud moans escaping your parted lips.

“Ah….” You whine, “Fingers too, please.” You begin to beg and Jungkook smirks into your pussy. He brings his hand to your center and enters one then two fingers inside your desperate hole.

“Two is all you get.”

“Ugh, one more, please.”

“I said, two is all you get.” He repeats, thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

“Such a….such a fucking brat, Jeon.” You gasp when he curls his fingers and they brush against a sensitive spot. “Need your mouth.” You beg and he digs back in, his tongue assaulting your bundle of nerves. His warm, wet, slippery tongue is setting you over the edge, your moans filling his ears, filling the room, filling the house. His tongue and fingers fuck you so well, it reminds you of the first time you hooked up with him, how he gave you his full attention.

“So close, Jungkook.” You whine, wrapping your legs around his head. Squeezing him tight as he finally adds in that third finger.

“Gonna-Gonna come.” You warn him, you feel your body tense and get lit on fucking fire as your orgasm approaches.

“Jungkook!” You scream out his name as a huge wave of pleasure washes over you as he continues to lick you up, you move your body around, feeling overly stimulated.

“Okay okay.” You sigh out, completely out of breath.

Jungkook kisses your inner thighs before he is rising from your body. “You were only a little loud.” He pouts, “Might have to fuck you so he can really hear.”

Your eyes widen before you are relaxing beneath him, you can’t help the smirk that draws itself on your face.

“Revenge, right baby?”

[honey-lemonz]

From Wattpad..

Xmale Reader

3rd Pov

Warning includes sexual content

Includes: dumbification, master kink if you see it rough sex, degradation, barley a praise kink, female form Muzan, squirt, getting eaten out over stimulation

Muzan will still go by He/him

Requested by:maskstudioart

Thank you for the request!

Muzan didn't ever think he would dub down this far. He would every single day, change his form to his more feminine body and go flirt with a demon archer.

The demon knew it was Muzan the progenitor and knew if he did something wrong he would die but...

Muzan had an obsession.

He overly loved the feeling of climax in a female form, it was so different than a males.

You could say he was a virgin with this meaning he was inexperienced but God's did he fucking love to finger himself.

He just wished a certain archer would make him feel the climax himself.  Muzan couldn't lie, he was a strong demon, very useful as well, very strong too. Good enough to be a spot for the twelve kizuki. Not a lower moon of course most likely and upper rank.

But for some odd reason he didn't want him as a servant.

He wanted him as a lover. And he knew love needed to be two sided otherwise it wouldn't work.

So how do you make a lust full demon king make another demon who is a devoted archer and is devoted to his sport and possibly not interested in him or fears him?

Gifts and buy lots of them, bribing.

Muzan wore his most fancy kimono and tied his hair into his bun and made Daki put the pins in. He wore a signature floral style which is famous muromachi period which it the century the archer if from.

He put on a red lip and was out the infinity fortress and walked to the archery park filled with cherry blossoms and bamboo gates. No human knew of the hidden places.

Muzan glared at the other demons to open the gate and strolled on in, he felt like a school girl who had a crush on her upper class men. Except he is older and stronger.

The archer was practicing with their bow and was in total focus. He could sense Muzan and smiled vividly that his lord could see him.

"Hello, Muzan-sama. How are you tonight under this moon." His voice made the king's pussy clench on nothing. He bit his lip and walked closer. A pale and touched the grey-ish skin of the archer. Veins throbbing on muscle.

Muzan traced them and hummed, his voice not menacing but suggestive.

"I am well, my archer..My search for the blue spider lilly is going unsuccessful but I grant time will tell. Now, how is my dear, archer. Have any whores here?"

Muzan is a jealous and petty thing. He knew the archer can have whores here and there. Daki has spoken about it. She even said his physical domination is almost more tempting and frightful than Kokushibou. (sexy ass man koku)

The archer inhaled before letting the string of the bow go. "What of it my lord?" Normally Muzan would be angered of the question but he, he made it sound like a challenge.

"Well, I came here to see my beloved and most favorite archer...I didn't come to see if he is fucking another whore. I thought warriors like you were supposed to be poised."

The archer's fist clenched, snapping the bow in half. Muzan let out almost a moan at the sight of his strength.

"Yes my lord. I am poised, who ever told you of these lies must want to anger you. I haven't had a woman nor man at my side since the Sengoku."(making the archer older than Koku)

Muzan gazed at his split eyes, cat like with the gold color shining through. He wasn't lying, so either Daki was or whoever told Daki lied. Either way Muzan will deal with it later.

"So, my archer if to say you did have a whore what would she be? What would she looked like? Would she be rich? Poor?"

Muzan stepped behind him and pressed his womanly breast against his stern and muscular back. A thing kimono separated the skin to skin contact. The archer prepared his stance again. He inhaled and held the strong and tight bow. He pulled his back to his cheek.

"She, or he would have to learn how to speak of what they want." Muzan hummed and wrapped his hands around his waist from behind. Moving his hands up and down slowly, taunting him. His nails circling around his peck and the faint lines of his abdomen.

"What about her mouth? Should she speak like a whore or more of a queen? Or do you want to shut her up yourself..."

Muzan's hand dipped down to the hakama pants, the white fabric holding and slowly untying them. "Or do you want her to do all the work, my archer.."

His other hand curled around the arm that was holding the arrow. Holding onto his bicep. Leaning up to whisper into his ear.

"Tell me my archer..what kind of whore do you want me to be for you?"

(M/n) sighed and rested his arms and set the bow down. He sighed and let his head fall down to look at the ground. The sweat off his body made it shine slightly underneath the moon light. he looked so delicious, it made Muzan restless.

He wished he could see him during the sun or wake up beside him and just let him fuck the shit out of him or eat him out.

"Muzan-sama." The king in question hummed and smiled devilishly at his favored archer. "Yes (M/n)?" he answer as his long blue nail was tracing the outline of his cock.

"One thing."

He hummed again, he could read his mind and knew what he was going to say and it made him drip with slick.

"Whores that ask to many questions are just begging to be fucked." He dropped the bow and turned around the see Muzan. He smiled and blushed.

Muzan lifted his arms making him carry him. He didn't want to be in control he just wanted him to fuck him deep into the ground. His pussy was aching it.

Muzan was laying in his shoulder. If any demon saw him, they'd be killed.

They walked into the large estate, the house had been a gift from Muzan. He was so happy he decided to kill of the family here and give it to him.

He dropped Muzan on the engawa and stripped himself of his thin kimono but not the hakama pants. His chest that housed that baritone voice, a voice he wanted to her moan his name and name alone made the demon lord almost finger himself then.

"But since my king is here I believe it is best to pleasure him first than myself." He got onto his knees and stomach and rested on the wooden flooring. The white curtains only showed their shadows but neither cared.

He pushed the layers of cloth out of the way only to see no underwear or anything. A bare pink pussy dripping with cum.

"My lords pussy is dripping..did he plan for this? To be eaten out like a slut? How disgusting you pig." He breath fanned his clit. The anticipation was harsh but the impact was so enjoyus.

"Yes, I am your little slut, now please my archer eat me out like one." Muzan's head tilted back and spread his legs wider, his clit twitch waiting for the intense sensitivity to send it over and beyond.

"Yes, my master." His cool tongue circled his clit and spread his labia. Muzan moaned loudly and gripped the archers head. His attention to certain spots was so endearing and so careful.

"More, please! More my archer!"

His tongue dipped into his tight entrance and pushed deeper and deeper. His pointer and middle finger entrap his clit. His thumb circles it roughly. Muzan felt the blood from his teeth digging into his lips dip down onto the floral patterned kimono.

"Fu-fuck. More! Please my archer give me more!" He was arching his back and pushing his head deeper. (M/n) removed his tongue, Muzan missing the contact was about to yell at him to continue but his three fingers replaced the rage with more pleasure.

He moved his hand in and out at inhuman speed. He reached up to lick away the blood from his lords lips and bite them. His thumb moved harsher and harder. Wet and sloppy sounds filled the air.

All coming from the demon lord.

His hands gripped the arches forearm and dug into it, drawing blood with his nails. He was whining and moaning. The pressure built more and more. More lewd and rude comments were whispered into his ear.

"Who knew the demon king wanted to get fucked like a whore..so fucking wet for an archer. Was it your plan to have a good fuck? To act like a such a slut and pig. Your dripping all on my hand."

With the words Muzan's pussy gushed. He had never felt so disgusting but it felt so good to feel like a sloppy whore.

He panted and clenched on his hand.  But then Muzan felt another finger being added. (fisting) The pressure came back and made the demon lord fall back out of over stimulation. Begging and begging for more. His own hand playing with his clit and slapping it too.

His kimono was drenched by the second orgasm, he squirted father this time and more. The engawa was soaking with his delicious fluids. The blood on his lips were lapped away. (M/n) pulled his hand away and liked his digits clean of the others juices.

"So tasty my lord, you did such a good just squirting like a whore."He stood up and lifted his fucked out demon king to farther into the estate.

He rested Muzan on the futon. He stripped himself and then Muzan. His breast were round and plump, his nipples hard.

Kissing and biting them, also playing with his clit made him scream at over stimulation again.

"Pl-please, my archer..fuck me..fuck me until I cannot think.." He begged, his lipstick smudge covering his cheek, hair a mess and his bun not as perfect. The decorations were falling out. This obsession he had was growing and growing because of his dear archer.

"Yes my whore lord."

He untied the sash of the hakama and revealed his thick and long cock. Muzan felt like he was going to fucking squirt again.He pulled (M/n) down to kiss him and to force him and let their body's run against each other. His cock rubbing against his clit made him arch his back.

"Please, my archer just fuck me!"

The archer pushed no slammed himself into Muzan. Letting the demon lord get a taste of what he wanted.

But he pulled out and flipped the demon on his hands and knees. He pushed back in and growled as he clenched tightly around him. His chest pushing into Muzan's. Fucking like a wild animal.

His cock pushed pass his G-spot and made the demon lord cry out about how he is going to cum again. His mind as he fucked him wandered off. Just blank and white all he felt was his pussy gushing and squirting. His arousal dripping down his legs and (M/n)'s cock and balls.

He was drooling and crying, not even having proper speech. When the archer pulled out and showered his back and ass with cum, growling and grunting.

Muzan felt his whole body just become sore. He was the strongest demon but got fucked like the weakest.

"T-this i...is..w-whhy yo-your myy favorite..m-my archer..."

The archer chuckled and wiped the cum off Muzan and the liquids off himself. He waled away to grab a kimono for the demon king.

"You'll ma-make a great King.."

The demon king relished in the feeling of being pampered. He liked how much attention he was getting and how much care was put into it. He smiled as he was place into the warm pool of water and treated perfectly.

By the time the sun rose, the archer and him retired to their sleeping quarters and sleep in the large western style bed. Muzan cuddled close to (M/n). While he was a sleep, which proved he was a hard worker. Demons don't sleep unless anything they do is put with 100%.

Muzan pushed him nail into his temple and pumped his blood into him. The archer growled in pain but kept his eyes closed. Muzan's curse was still in affect but it would not be death just a sting.

"Yes, you would make a great King, my favorite archer.."

He fell a sleep too. His new demon king was going to be perfect, he knew it. 

That is why he was the favorite, he made his obsession grow day by day.

He was truly satisfied.

[sailors-diary-for-elise]

Punishment (18+)

Whew here we go. First work posted. Was I expecting to post a pure smut filth work first? NOPE. But here we are. I will be putting 18+, more as a "this is a smut minors don't reblog or like" since I know I was far from innocent as a minor.

Warnings: pure filth. 100% smut, use of toys (a vibrator), language, edging, teasing, spanking (reader gets what she deserves), breast play and nipple play, bratty sub!reader, dom!Yunho, dom!Mingi, brat taming?, clit slapping, cum eating, blowjob (Mingi receiving), sir kink, deep throating, face fucking (reader receiving), hair pulling (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), orgasm denial (reader receiving), overstimulation (Mingi receiving), anal, double penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it up peeps).

Okay, so maybe you’d pushed your luck a little too far. You knew how much your boyfriends hated to be teased, especially in front of the others and you really should have chosen your outfit a little bit more carefully. After all, the shorts that barely passed your ass and the sheer camisole left nothing to the imagination. But sometimes, you just couldn’t help but push your usually energetic and goofy boyfriends’ buttons.

It had all started during the movie night that you’d sprung on the rest of the group, the only exception being San who was keeping your roommate busy in his own ways and had accidentally kicked you out. What San, Yunho, Mingi and the others hadn’t realized was that hearing everything going on between your roommate and San had left you feeling different, wanting nothing more than to push the limits of your boyfriends and see that dark side they had warned you of.

Walking through the front door of the dorms, you immediately run to Mingi’s room, peeking in to make sure he is still sleeping before pouncing on him. He wakes with a start, grabbing your hips and looking around slightly dazed and confused. You giggle, pressing kisses across his neck and bare collarbone.

“Wake up, baby” you purr in his ear, planting a light kiss to the skin right below it. Mingi groans below you, his grip on your hips tightening before you hop off of him, humming as you run back to the living room. Poor Mingi was left slightly confused and lost, wondering if he imagined your unusual wake-up call. Ruffling his hair, he walks out of his room, running right into Yunho. Yunho smirks at the younger boy, looking down at the tent forming in Mingi’s pants.

“So I see Y/n has already paid you a visit?” Yunho chuckles, almost feeling bad for the tired boy in front of him. Yunho himself had been your victim when you kept accidentally dropping things in front of him and bending down to pick them up. “Our girl seems to be in a mood today.”

Mingi groans, becoming irritated at the thought of having to deal with your bratty antics. “The fuck is wrong with her,” he grumbles, rubbing the back of his neck to alleviate the tension there. “Does she not remember the last time she decided to tease us both?”

“No idea,” Yunho shrugs slightly, a smirk slowly forming. “But a part of me wants to wait and see how far she’ll go to get her way. You game?”

“And what did you have in mind?” Mingi’s interest peaked, looking directly at his hyung.

“I say, we let the little minx think she has us,” Yunho starts, glaring at Mingi who actually growls at the thought of you having power over him. “only for a short amount of time, and then right when she goes to take control, is when we show her exactly who’s in charge.”

The shit-eating grin that passes over Mingi’s face is one that sends shivers down Yunho’s spine, making him almost regret voicing his plan. Almost. After all, he is the most dominant of the two boys. Mingi is about to retort when you come sliding around the corner, stopping directly in front of them in a posture that screams a challenge.

Your hands are crossed over your chest, hip stuck out slightly as you raise an eyebrow at the two men conversing.

“Are you two big babies coming? Or am I gonna have to ask one of the others to pay attention to me?” a smirk crosses Yunho’s face as well as yours, while Mingi scowls at you, counting in his head to ten in an attempt of not taking you up against the wall right then and there.

“Oh don’t worry princess,” Yunho grits out, Mingi pulling a strained smile and walking past you. “We would never leave you to your own devices.” And so the games begin.

You’ve made it about 3/4 of the way through the movie, with pretty much the entire group crammed together to watch it. Throughout it, you’ve slowly grown more confident in your advances, fleeting strokes up Yunho’s thighs, a light tap over Mingi’s bulge which has hardened significantly, even going so far of knocking your cold drink on Yunho’s lap, causing him to hiss as you press tissues on the wet spot on his pants, smirking at the realization that it wasn’t just from the soda.

Mingi struggles to maintain his cool composure, pinching your hips if you try to grind on him and forcing a laugh at the death glare Yunho gives you once you finish “cleaning” him up. It’s when you reach beneath the waistband of his pants that he can’t take it anymore, tossing you off his lap and racing to his room. You squeak in surprise, pouting thinking you might have pushed him too far. You look at Yunho, who pays you no mind while scrolling through his phone, deciding in his own mind that your little games have gone on long enough.

He too rises, heading towards the bedroom and slamming the door shut, causing you to jump in your seat. Your pout grows, guilt and doubt filling your entire being. The movie ends and everyone works at cleaning up the mess, with you being lost in your thoughts. As soon as you finish, you walk over to the room, peeking in only to find it surprisingly empty. You walk in fully, noticing a tiny note on the bed attached to your- oh. That would be your bunny vibrator.

With a shaky hand, you pick up the note recognizing the handwriting as Yunho’s immediately.

Since you decided to be a brat, Mingi and I decided to have a little fun of our own. If you touch yourself before we get back, you’ll be punished. If you don’t, we’ll give you what you’ve been asking for all evening. The choice is yours, kitten- “big baby #1″

You scoff, picking up the vibrator. So they weren’t upset at all. They were probably just getting themselves off instead of bringing you along to join the party. Well, two could play that game.

You quickly strip yourself of everything except your undergarments, picking up the vibrator and your phone, pressing record to send to your boyfriends.

“Hmph. After all of that work I put into getting you guys ready,” you whine out, stomping slightly. “you both have fun without me? Well, just for that I’m going to take that little toy you left me and-” you never finish your sentence, your phone being snatched from you.

“And here I thought our little kitten could behave,” a rough voice says in your ear, nibbling on the lobe lightly while you shudder. “Go on and finish kitten. Mingi and I are dying to hear how you were going to ignore our simple instructions.”

“I-I, I h-have no i-ideA OW!” you squeak out, your ass being smacked by a firm hand.

“Spit. It. Out,” Mingi grunts out, walking in front of you to loom over your smaller, shaking form. “What were you about to do?”

Mingi’s jaw is clenched, his pupils blown and looking at you in a way that makes you shrink.

“Oh?” Yunho hums, laving his tongue across the outside of your earlobe before pulling it between his teeth. “What happened to all that confidence and attitude you had earlier? Cat got your tongue?”

“Or maybe it’s because you realize how bad you fucked up,” Mingi asks, his calm tone scaring you almost as much as when he first addressed you, chuckling darkly at how your entire body seems to vibrate, eyes closing as you unconsciously lean back into Yunho's chest. “Honestly, what were you thinking would happen, kitten?”

“Did you really believe we wouldn’t do anything about your little games?” Yunho hums, watching as Mingi pulls the elastic of your panties away from you before letting them snap back against your hips. “Thought you wouldn’t get punished like little brats deserve?”

You open your eyes and glare at the person teasing you from the front, biting your lip before deciding to see how long you can keep this up. A small smirk forms on your lips, and you practically purr your next sentence. “I was going to take that little toy, and shove it so far into my pussy that I’d cum quicker and harder than I ever have. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

The effect is instantaneous, although to an outsider it would seem as though nothing had changed between the three of you. But you could sense it, how both boys auras switched from controlled anger to borderline blind rage. It showed in how Mingi closed his eyes, his breathing heavy and shaky as if he were pulling a boulder behind him. It showed in how Yunho’s ministrations had stopped, fist clenching around the vibrator tightly. Your inner self was begging you not to push them over the edge, not to say what was on the tip of your tongue and seal your fate for this evening. But sometimes, you just don’t know when to quit.

“Well?” you say impatiently, reaching for the vibrator in Yunho’s hand and tapping your foot impatiently. “I’m waiting for an answer?” And that is the final straw for them both.

In an instant, your panties are left in a torn pile on the floor along with your now split bra, a gasp leaving you as the boys work as if they have one mind. Mingi latches onto your nipple in time with Yunho turning the vibrator on to the highest level, pressing it harshly on your clit. A scream almost leaves you from the double stimulation, but Yunho’s large hand covers your nose and mouth.

“You make a single sound babygirl, and we’ll make sure you don’t cum for an entire. Fucking. Month.” Yunho says firmly, emphasizing his point by removing the vibrator to smack your clit in time with each word at the end of his sentence. You almost scream again, biting your lip. “Good girl. Good to know you can listen at least some of the time. Right, Mingi?”

Mingi hums in affirmation, biting lightly on your breast before releasing the abused flesh from his teeth. He stands up straight, smirking while looking into your eyes.

“Oh I know she knows how to listen, hyung,” he replies, eyes dark and smirk ever present. “She just likes to make things difficult, don’t you babygirl? You like getting us both riled up so you can get the fuck of your life.”

You are unable to respond, the realization dawning on you that you maybe- no, scratch that. You DEFINITELY pushed your boyfriends way past their breaking points and weren't going to be walking properly for quite some time. Another slap to your clit brings you out of your thoughts, Mingi biting down on your nipple.

“Focus on us, babe. Otherwise you’ll end up worse off than you already are.” Yunho warns, pressing the vibrator harshly against you as your hips buck up in response, your teeth digging into your lip to the point of almost drawing blood as you nod weakly. “Good girl~ now. How should we punish you first, hmm? Should we edge you for hours with every part of our bodies except our cocks? Since it’s clear that you want them so badly-”

It was an accident, the picture Yunho’s painting affecting you so much that it can’t be helped when a loud and shaky moan slips past your lips. Time seems to pause for a moment as Mingi glances at you, the evil grin from before returning as Yunho lets out an inhuman noise. In an instant, you are bent over the bed, ass in the air with Yunho behind you and Mingi kneeling in front of you, keeping a hand under your chin to force you to keep eye-contact with him.

“You are gonna count each spank, not missing a single one nor stuttering. I want you to speak clearly or we start all over, understand?” Yunho grits out from behind you, rubbing your bare ass with one of his large hands, the other resting on the curve of your back to keep you from wiggling away. Not that you would.

“Y-yes sir- AH!” you cry out, back arching at the harsh smack against your right ass cheek, the flesh jiggling and stinging.

“I said, speak clearly. Now, count.” Yunho slaps your ass hard, switching to your left cheek.

“One-” you whimper out, trying to lower your head only to be stopped by Mingi. Glaring at you, Mingi tangles his hand in your hair to keep you in place. You are about to speak when another smack hits, this one on your right ass cheek again. “Two, Mingi please let me hide my face-”

“What did you just call me?” Mingi tightens his grip on your hair, tugging slightly and nodding at Yunho who tuts behind you. “I think this means she should have to start over Yunho~”

You shake your head, mumbling out apologies in desperation. “Please I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to it was an accident I swear-” you yelp as Yunho lands another blow.

“Don’t be rude. You are starting over and that’s final.” You nod in response, arms and legs trembling.

You aren’t sure how long it is into your punishment, but your legs barely have any strength left in them, your ass is on fire, and wetness has been dripping down your legs for the last few spanks. As the next blow hits, your arms give out and Mingi catches you easily.

“Twelve~” you pant heavily, peeking over at Yunho who smirks at your dripping core, massaging your bright red ass cheeks and cooing to you.

“Very good my dear~ we only had to restart twice! And look at you, you are dripping wetness all over the place.” Yunho chuckles darkly, running a finger up your thighs to gather some of the slick there. “Almost makes me wanna have a taste~”

When Yunho brings his fingers to his lips, moaning around them, your eyes trail to the tent in Mingi’s boxers, tongue running over your lower lips at the darkened circle where his tip is. Mingi chuckles, stroking a thumb along your lips, tugging on your lower one. Yunho continues to swipe his fingers through your juices, enjoying watching your reactions everytime he almost brushes your folds and pulling away, driving you insane with the need to be stimulated in some way. A broken whine slips out signalling that Mingi and Yunho achieved their mutual goal of teasing you as much as you had them, which was easy considering how sensitive you are to their touches on a normal day.

“Yunho? Think this brat has earned a taste of my cock? Or should we tease her more~” Yunho brings a wet digit to his lips, grinning as he sucks off all of the juices loudly, your heat trembling in response.

“I mean, I guess you could let her~ after all, she did take her punishment kind of well~” Yunho snickers at your offended expression as you look at him over your shoulder, pouting cutely.

Swallowing your pride, you look up at Mingi with puppy dog eyes, wiggling your hips as you speak in the most innocent tone you can. “Sir? Please let kitten taste your cock~ let me take you completely in my mouth, swallowing around your tip as it hits the back of my throat. Kitten wants sir to fuck her mouth~ kitten wants to please sir and help sir cum~ pretty pretty please sir?” Batting your eyelashes, Mingi bites his lower lip hard, asking Yunho silently to allow you to give him everything you just offered and more. Yunho responds by simply shoving your face closer to Mingi’s crotch, retrieving the vibrator and shoving it into you, turning it on as he pushes it deep into you.

Mingi quickly slips out of his pants and boxers, his red and angry looking cock slapping his stomach, sending precum across his abdomen. Moaning out at the sight combined with the vibrator’s unique shape hitting all the right spots in you, you lean forward and clean off the precum from Mingi’s abs, humming before taking the tip of his cock in your mouth and sucking eagerly. Mingi throws his head back, the hand in your hair tightening and shoving you down farther, curses and grunts slipping past his lips at the feeling of you.

Yunho begins curling the toy inside of you, refusing to give you the satisfaction of thrusting it into you. You moan around Mingi, hollowing out your cheeks and pushing your head down to the point that Mingi’s tip is resting in your throat. Mingi checks on you, waiting for the sign that he can finally begin thrusting. You tap his hips, whining out around him and fondling his balls. It’s this action that causes his restraint to snap.

Mingi starts snapping his hips into your mouth, gripping your hair tightly to guide you on his cock, grunting at the feeling of your mouth around him and your throat constricting. You let out mixtures of whines and moans, scraping your teeth lightly against his shaft whenever he pulls out and hollowing your cheeks as he thrusts in, trying to stimulate him as much as possible. Yunho continues to use the toy on you, his pants becoming tighter and tighter when your worst nightmare occurs, a cry being choked back. The batteries run out.

Yunho pulls the toy from you, spreading your lips to thrust three of his long digits in you and starting to pump them roughly, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Feeling the knot forming in you, you try to signal Yunho of your release, not knowing if it’s to tell him to keep going and allow you to have the sweet release you crave, or stop him to prolong your time together. Unfortunately for you, he chooses the latter and rips his hands away from you, watching your body writhe in need of him. There isn’t much time for you to complain about your denied orgasm though, because Mingi’s cock is twitching in your mouth and his pace is becoming irregular, his own release dangerously close. Running short on air and tears stinging your eyes, you bob your head faster on his cock, hearing his labored breaths and muttered curses above you. You close your eyes, focusing on bringing Mingi to his release and swallowing hard, moaning around him as you feel spurts of liquid hit the back of your throat.

Eyes shooting open, you look up at Mingi, shocked at the whimpers and whines coming from him as he cums down your throat, encouraging you to milk him of his release until he practically rips you off of him, overstimulation becoming too much as he pants and glares at you. Releasing your hair, Mingi wipes your lips with his thumb, slipping it into your mouth and swallowing before mumbling a simple “swallow” and watching as you listen to him. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, revealing that not a single drop of cum remains in your mouth. Mingi hums and pets your head gently, soothing the ache from his grip on your hair.

“Yunho-hyung, I think she’s finally earned the right to cum, don’t you?” Mingi purrs, slipping his hands under your arms to pull you up and turn you around to face Yunho, who eyes you hungrily. You gulp, batting your eyelashes at Yunho and jutting your lower lip out in a pout. Yunho strips off his shirt, tossing it to the side and reaching for his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers to reveal his hard cock, mirroring the way Mingi’s dripped earlier before you sucked him off. One of Yunho’s hands wraps around his cock, stroking himself to spread his precum. Smirking at you, he nods at Mingi, crawling on the bed and kneeling in front of you.

Mingi pushes you, encouraging you to kneel as well while he reaches into the nightstand drawer, pulling out a tube of lubricant and popping the cap open. Mingi presses his chest to your back, opening the cap and squeezing out the clear liquid and spreading it on his fingers and rubbing some over your asshole. You gasp at the cool liquid, clenching around nothing as Yunho slides his shaft between your folds to gather more slick on his cock. Yunho leans down and sucks on your collarbone, grasping your hip in one of his hands while the other lines his cock up with your seeping hole.

“Look at you, an absolute mess~ see, this could’ve happened a lot faster and smoothly if you had just asked us like a good little girl~ but you just had to misbehave, didn’t you?” Mingi purrs in your ear, slowly slipping his pointer finger into your ass and biting on the shell of your ear. You gasp in surprise, whining and rolling your head back onto his shoulder, your hands resting on Yunho’s for support. Yunho moves his mouth all over your neck and collarbones, biting and sucking marks anywhere he can reach. The very tip of his cock teases your entrance before slipping out again, leaving you a desperate and panting mess between them both. Your legs shake as Mingi stretches you out, carefully slipping in another finger and scissoring them apart deep inside of you. “Look how well she takes my fingers~ I wonder if she can handle us both fucking her at the same time? Should we test it out Yunho?”

“I think we should Mingi~ but let’s take it slow, wouldn’t want her tearing in half from both of us now would we?” Yunho chuckles, finally pushing his cock deep inside of you and stretching you completely. You moan loudly, gripping his shoulders tightly at the feeling of having something penetrating both of your holes. Mingi manages to fit a third finger in, spreading and thrusting them into you to prepare you for when his cock enters you. You moan out, tapping Yunho on the shoulder to signal him to move, hissing when he pulls almost completely out of you and pushing back into you, repeating the movement over and over painfully slow. You whine out, nails scraping down Yunho’s chest and leaving angry red lines, causing him to hiss and reach up, tugging you back by the hair and marking up your chest and neck as his pace remains unchanging. After a few moments, Mingi pulls his fingers out of you. Yunho freezes, his cock buried deep inside of your cunt and watching Mingi over your shoulder. You try to look at him, but Yunho grasps your chin and forces you to look at him. “Unless you don’t want to cum for the next week, you will focus on me, understand?” You nod but receive a slap to the outside of your thigh, prompting you to speak.

“Yes sir” You gulp, becoming impatient as you wait for them to continue. You hear Mingi squeeze more lube out, coating his cock and pumping it before lining up to your asshole. Yunho pulls you into a deep kiss, muffling your whimper as the head of Mingi’s cock pushes into you, slowly stretching you out. Mingi pauses periodically, ensuring not to hurt you since it’d been a bit since you’d taken both of them. With murmured praises and soft nibbles on the shell of your ear, Mingi finally bottoms out, barely keeping himself restrained from fucking you senseless right then and there. Panting, you shift your hips slightly, causing both boys to groan as one grips your shoulders and the other your hips, keeping you in place. A smirk crosses your features, and before Yunho can warn you not to, you clench around both of them, causing the last of their restraint to snap.

The grip on your hips becomes bruising as they begin fucking you roughly, making it so that as one cock pulls out of you the other one is ramming harshly into you. You practically scream out in surprise, nails digging into Yunho’s shoulders and your head laying back on Mingi’s shoulder. Mingi bites on your shoulder, a bruise surfacing instantly as his hips snap into you roughly. One of Yunho’s hands trails between you both, finding your core and rubbing at your clit. You’ve become a moaning and whining mess between them, not even bothering trying to gain any control of the situation or their pleasure, too far gone to function.

A tight coil begins forming in your gut, and you struggle to warn them. “I-I’m about to c-cum~ s-so close pl-please let m-me cum!” Yunho groans, rubbing at your clit faster.

“Go on babygirl~ I want you to cum all over my cock~ it’s okay, let go now” at his words, you scream out in pleasure, clenching around them both as a ringing fills your ears. You see white, and go rigid in their holds. It only takes a few more thrusts before they’re both cumming deep within you, their thrusts becoming shallow as they ride out their highs. Whimpering from the sensitivity, you tap on Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho and Mingi nod, pulling out of you. You sigh in relief, only to yelp in surprise when you get set on your back, wrists getting handcuffed above your head. You look up at them both, the sudden cruel reality of your behavior hitting you like a freight train.

“You honestly didn’t think your punishment was over, did you princess?” Yunho looms over you, a smirk on his features. You hear a drawer opening, and after some shuffling, Mingi comes into view holding a fresh set of batteries and your bunny vibrator along with your butt-plug. “Oh baby~ we’re just getting started~”

And that was the start of the longest night of your life.

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And so there it is! I hope y'all enjoyed it!

[midoriyas-wifey]

Round One, Fight!

Pairing: Midoriya x fem!reader

Rating: E

Words: 2.3k

Kinks: uhhh dom izuku and edging

Summary: Izuku edges reader a fuck ton i don’t really know what else to say except he’s a smug little bastard in this one. i blueballed myself writing and editing this 🥶

His warm, calloused hands ran down her sides, giving a slight tickle, while his face was deeply buried in the crook of her neck. She gave a silly giggle at the sensation.

"Something funny?" He purred, giving a firm nip to her neck, reveling in her gasp.

"No," she rasped, "I'm jus’ ticklish." He fully withdrew his head from her neck, mischief flashing in his green eyes. "Really?" He questioned, up to no good. Midoriya usually wasn’t the scheming type, but for his honey? He loved to do nothing more than tease and torment.

She eyed him with suspicion, familiar with his secret evil ways. His hands once again teasingly rubbed her tummy, earning a delicious squeak along with a squirm.

"Don't do that!" She squealed, her hands lightly on his broad, strong chest. "Have you forgotten that I'm the one in charge tonight?" He inquired with a quirk of his lips. Not giving her the chance to respond, he fully covered her swollen lips with his own, nipping and demanding entrance. He kissed the breath out of her, leaving her dizzy with pleasure. His silky tongue explored her mouth with purpose, before he drew out and surrounded her tongue with his lips; giving a sloppy suck. Both the lewd noise and sensation caused a zing of heat down low into her belly and cunt. Only she knew of his passionate affections, and he hers.

Never before had any kiss felt so good. His hands gripped onto her beautiful hair, urging her closer to him. He pulled back, soothing her raw, kiss swollen lips with gentle pecks. He gave a pleased hum at the glazed, hungry look in her eyes. She licked her lips, desire for more burning low in her belly. Whilst she was occupied by her thoughts, his hands snaked up the back of her shirt, one goal in mind: removing that that stupid bra. Her tits were set free after messing with the clasps for a moment. Her shirt was still in the way.‘How annoying’, Midoriya grunted; his famous patience near nonexistent. He furrowed his brows lightly before intentionally setting his face into a smug look.

Taking a step back from the breathless girl, he sat down and reclined onto his strong forearms on the bed. His jade eyes were rife with predatory intent. "Strip for me," he commanded. Just his voice was enough to give her jitters as she slightly squirmed in her spot. Heat rose across her face at the brazen order.

"Now." He growled out, impatient. Startled out of thought once more, she glanced up at him, looked down, and slowly took the hem of her shirt into her hand.

"Faster." He barked, taking pride in his unusually dominant demeanor. She quickly shed her shirt, the article of clothing flying overhead. Her nipples hardened at the sudden temperature change.

"All of it comes off." He purred, distracted by her beautiful tits. She once again felt heat in her face from his blatant stare. She shimmied out of her pants, leaving her in an admittedly comfy pair of panties..

"Good girl, just like I asked," he crooned. "But you're not finished yet."

“Come here,” he ordered. She nervously shuffled over to him, every bit the part she was playing. His hands gripped her hips, dragging her closer. Thumbs circling gently over her plush hips, he tucked his fingers into her panties, pulling them down over her legs. She stepped out of the garment that pooled at her feet. If she thought she couldn't have more heat in her face, she was wrong. She was sure that she looked like she was in a sauna as her lover's face drew near her thatch of curls. His hands shifted to the round, soft globes of her ass. Giving them a firm squeeze, he buried his face into her tummy, breathing in the heady scent of her arousal.

"I've barely touched you, and you're already so wet for me." His eyes shone with satisfaction and amusement. "So sensitive," he breathed. His hot tongue made an appearance on her belly, almost causing her knees to give out, and they would've, if not for his strong grip. At a snail like pace, he trailed his tongue down, further and further. His hot breath flushed over her pussy, shooting tingles up and down her body. He grabbed one of her plush thighs. pulling it up and propping it on the bed beside him to allow full access to his cute little cunny.

"Please," she begged.

He pulled his head away to look at her, feeling smug at her disappointed groan. Her hands tangled into his curly green hair, trying to push him back.

He knew very well what she wanted, but he was going to take his time.

"What?" He purred, kissing her belly. She groaned again. "Please" she gasped again, "I need..."

"What do you need?" He adored the frustrated look on her cute face.

"You..." She croaked.

“....To do...what?” Now he was just being an ass.

“Eat my pussy! Jesus fucking Christ, Izuku!”

"Was that really so hard?" He teased. She gave him a sharp look, which he replied to with a nip on her belly, and a light smack on her backside. She lurched forward in shock, giving him full access to his sweet prize. He finally used his thumbs to part her hot, slick folds. Her moan at the exposure to the cool air only served to boost his ego as he found her little nub. He nuzzled his face into her curls as his tongue slithered out for a taste of her cunt. "So sweet" he murmured, wanting more. His tongue delved further into her, aching for that delicious taste that only she had.

He had grown tired of his shallow position, so he quickly bound her hands behind her back with his long-discarded tie and flipped her over onto the bed. He now was hovering over her helpless form, ready for more. He easily spread her quivering thighs. His lips buried themselves into her, giving a firm, wet kiss. Her hips arched up, searching for more.

"None of that now," he mumbled against her lower lips. He firmly pushed her back onto the bed, leaving her squirming as his tongue came out to play. Plunging his tongue in as far as it could go, he hummed a meaningless tune as he traced a random pattern with his thumb, now placed on her clit. The woman let out a squeal at the new stimulation, writhing helplessly underneath him.

He was definitely getting a high from all the control. He gave a peek up to see her chest rising and falling rapidly, providing an enticing show.

'Only I’m allowed to see this side of her, no one else. Only me,' he thought with a possessive squeeze of his hands. She was close, he could tell, but he would feel her cream wrapped around his dick first.

He pulled back abruptly, leaving her with an aching pit at her core.

"Wha...?" She gasped.

"You can't leave me hanging like this!" She rasped.

He gave her one last teasing lick inside her folds and gave a sudden, firm suck right on her clit before pulling away with an all too-pleased smirk.

Completely withdrawing from the bed, he took a second to admire his handy work. He had left her a total mess, squirming and panting pathetically. Her eyes burned with fire, pleading for more.

He quickly stripped out of his remaining clothes, wanting nothing more than to stuff her cute little cunny.

Kneeling over her, he elevated her hips, teasingly brushing his dick over her clit, just enough to cause sparks, but not enough to satisfy.

"Tell me what you want." He purred. His self control was almost at its limit, but she was breaking.

"Just fuck me already!" She shrieked, tired of the games. She couldn't bear to see his smug smirk of triumph, so she threw her head back in to the pillow, waiting impatiently.

Her total submission was pleasing beyond words, so he decided to oblige her request. He gave a shallow stroke in, popping the fat head of his dick into her, before pulling out again. Her angry moan only served to amuse him as he gave a soft chuckle. He continued this slow, light pattern for a almost a minute, enjoying all too much tormenting her.

She felt like her insides were on fire, and a scream of frustration was crawling up her throat. Her hips squirmed uselessly against his, begging for more.

He increased his pace, giving a hard, deep slam that knocked the breath out of her. She let out a choked scream, needing more. His hips continually dipped at different paces and angles, driving her into a frenzy. He analyzed every expression and noise that escaped her beautiful lips, storing that information for later.

Her arms were falling asleep, but she didn't give a fuck, all she wanted was for him to let loose.

His libido was having a hard time being contained, but her expressions and little noises were worth the strain. Rarely has he seen her so unraveled, and he wasn't going to let this go to waste.

The loud, wet slaps of his hips against her were making her go crazy! Why wouldn't he go faster?! The sounds of his heavy balls smacking into her ass would have been embarrassing if not for her desperation. She chanced a look up into his eyes. He was enjoying her anger, that-

"Oh god, please, I need more!" Fuck it, this was torture!

"More?" He hummed, pausing inside her as if to consider granting her wish.

"No!" She shrieked at the loss of stimulation, not believing that he was stopping again.

"No?" He questioned, smirk widening and stretching his normally cute freckled face into something devious.

He pulled out with a quiet groan, his dick twitching at the loss of her silky cunt. His breathing still seemed impossibly controlled.

"You're the devil!" She groaned loudly. He pressed a huge finger to her lips, shushing her.

"You don't want the neighbors to hear, do you?" He crooned. He positioned the head to brush against her clit once more, thrusting and brushing feather-light against it over and over and over and-

She hated him, and she let him know it.

"I hate you," she whispered, giving him the evil eye. He leaned down and gave her a nip on her neck, suckling a hickey there.

"I'm sure you do." Amusement was evident in his voice as he murmured in her ear.

She swore she could hear the smug grin. She saw red, and started struggling against her bindings, to no avail.

"Give up, honey, you can’t win against me", he whispered.

"Never!" She growled

"Hmm, you'll be singing a different tune for me later." He promised, full of arrogance.

He easily flipped her over, pressing the side of her face into to mattress. Pulling her hips up so she was on her knees, he wasted no time plunging his dick in to her, fully sheathed. Her shrieks were slightly muffled by the pillow beneath her. Her shoulders and arms ached and tingled from her restraints.

"Shh... You're awfully loud." He scolded.

She was panting, it was useless to try to reason with him any more.

He roughly ground his hips into her plush ass, not thrusting. His hands were going to leave bruises on her hips, his inner (now outer) beast was purring in delight at this notion. He wanted to mark her, show the world that she was his.

Slowly pulling out, he gave a quick, upwardly angled thrust back in. A strangled gasp was heard from his honey. He quickly set to plowing her, constantly shifting his angle. There was nothing slow or shallow about him now, he was in it to finish her.

She let loose her first true scream of the night, throwing it back on him, trying to keep up with his furious pace.

He was an absolute beast, his nails digging into her hips, and leaving her round bottom hot and stinging from his quick smacks and the slapping of his hips. One of his strong hands ventured down between her thighs, rolling her sensitive little pearl in his fingers.

She loved every second of it. It was no question that she would be beyond sore after this though, he wasn’t number one without reason.

He was snarling and growling, holding nothing back, she would take all he could give, and if she couldn't, well...

He leaned forward, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back.

"Who do you belong to?" He whispered darkly. At her lack of response, he gave a sharp tug and swat to her ass, pulling a gasping whine from her.

"You..." She rasped.

He pulled on her hair again and gave another heavy stinging smack to her ass that’d surely bruise.

"Who!?" He shouted, he needed to hear her say it.

"You!" She screamed, almost crying from the mix of pain and pleasure.

"Say my name!" He roared, thrusting even harder.

"It’s you, Izuku! You! You!" She squealed, giving in to him, arching her back and letting the blinding orgasm take hold. She furiously wriggled and writhed under him, genuinely feeling like she might die from all the pleasure.

At the feeling of her pulsing, tightening walls and her desperate screaming, he could take no more. With a loud roar, he came inside her tight cunt, releasing ropes of thick seed into her waiting walls. She twitched again at the hot liquid stinging her insides.

Never before had he lost control so thoroughly, and he was wiped out, her even more so.

He finally released her bindings before collapsing on top of her, his body engulfing and squishing her own. Her arms flopped, tingling wildly from the blood rushing back.

"’Zuku, you're heavy." She grunted, weakly squirming to get free.

He chuckled and rolled off, his strong arms pulling her back in to his chest. He dwarfed her, and wrapped her in his arms.

She almost was asleep when she felt something prodding her. Groaning in disbelief at his stamina, she felt his face draw close as he stroked and squeezed her rear.

"Ready for another round?”

[bangtanlalaland]

more than enough | knj (m.)

synopsis ⇣ your unfortunate divorce has left you questioning life and your entire existence. that is, until, your counselor demonstrates just how much you’re worth.

— marriage counselor!au

⇢pairing: marriage counselor!kim namjoon x divorcee!female reader

⇢genre: angst, smut, pwp

⇢word count: 5.4k

⇢contents ⨯ warnings: someone plz stop me from writing these porn-filled, no plot having fics, i think i need help, dom joon makes an appearance (who doesn’t love this man? uwu), lots of filthy filthiness, swearing, oral sex (f + m receiving), drunk bathroom oral sex actually (oops), did i mention jungkook makes an appearance? (he’s that blonde babe from the bathroom scene) 😏, masturbation, unprotected sex (always stay safe!), rough sex, breathplay, dumbification, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, choking, creampie, impreg kink (ugh my fave), over-stimulation, voyeurism (oof), multiple orgasms, name-calling (being called a slut), jungkook’s tongue is magical, namjoon’s dick is huge (don’t @ me), premature ejaculation (oops)

a/n: I’ve had this also in my wips for awhile 💜 including like 10+ wips with joon because he’s my bby & I love him so much ugh!

Your fingertips awkwardly fiddle with themselves, a slight tension in your shoulders that you’re sure is visible. With legs crossed, you take a deep breath and contemplate your next guilty pleasure meal of the day. Everything around you seems black and white; since your divorce, you’d become null and void — not understanding why life itself got you to this point. You’d often question your purpose in life.

Why me? What did I do wrong? Am I not enough?

But here you are, reminiscing when everything seemed smooth, lovely, and peaceful. When things weren’t always about arguing over finances, hectic work schedules, a decrease in the amount of quality time spent together, or most importantly: pleading for just the smallest ounce of attention.

The sudden sound of your counselor’s throat clearing startles you, “Mrs. ____?” His notepad and pen in hand, his eyebrows raising up at you, slightly. Not having realized you’d zoned out, your fingers stop moving on their own accord. Your back straightens up just a tad more.

“Sorry, I-”

He cracks a smile, his hand raising up in reply, “Don’t be. Take your time,” You take a deep breath, and silently woosah yourself. Some part of you is curious as to why people like your counselor work these kinds of jobs. You couldn’t imagine having a career where you’re required to keen in on people’s problems everyday and offer advice, when you have problems of your own and can’t get your shit together.

Ugh, life.

“I’m hanging in there. I guess?” He cocks his head to the side, eyeing your expression.

“Can you tell me one good thing that happened to you this week?” You take a deep breath, followed by a coy smirk.

It had been a long time since you stepped out and especially in risqué attire. Your roudy friend and co-worker, Candice, insisted that you needed to spend the night out to celebrate your now freedom — post divorce. A slight sentiment of anxiety takes a toll on you, that is until she orders you both a couple shots of tequila to rile you up.

“Here’s to being young, wild, and free baby!” She exclaims, clinking her glass against yours. The both of you tilt your heads back, inducing more alcohol — hissing due to the slight burn in the back of your throat. Candice taps your shoulder, and hell were you feeling the aftermath of the liquor. You’re all giggles and feeling loopy.

Next thing you know, you’re locking lips with a cutie in the bathroom. Teeth and tongues clashing against each other, the thrill of getting it on with someone you don’t know was exhilarating — courtesy of the liquor in your system. Your mind hadn’t registered the lingering aroma of his cologne, until he pressed you up against the wall and stooped down on his knees, reaching under your dress to pull your panties to the side. Your lady lips revealed to him, and it’s as if he’s as horny as you are in this moment, if not more. The blonde-haired babe glares up at you with those pouty lips and dives head first. His nose brushes up against your clit as he licks a long strip along your folds, stopping to circling his tongue around the bud. His lips encase around your clit, and his muffled moans vibrate against your core, making you throb relentlessly with much arousal. He lifts your leg up and over his shoulder, while your back rests against the wall — an attempt to keep some leverage while having him in between your legs like this.

“Mmmm,” was all you could hear from him as he licks up and down your pussy lips, coating them with his saliva.

Your mind couldn’t even process the last time you’d been eaten out like this; uncontrollable moans slipping out of you, and it feels oh so damn good. Your hips grind against his tongue, helping to bring on your orgasm at a much quicker pace. His soft fingers grip your thighs to keep you in place. He pulls away with a pop and stares at you with those gorgeous, doe-like eyes. Your chest rises up and down, panting to gain your breath back. His fingers find purchase on your lips, and with a light tap you open up sucking them in your mouth. A low groan slips from him, you bob your head back and forth making sure to coat his digits and suddenly he pulls away. With furrowed brows, you hadn’t even processed that his fingers rammed into your pussy, your walls now warm and wet, inviting them in. Your fingers grasp onto his hair, pulling and tugging once his thumb swipes your clit intently. You’re so close and just need a slight push.

“Damn babe, how can you be this wet?” He giggles in your ear. You can smell whatever it is he doused himself in from the bar. You can’t quite pinpoint what exactly, but it is there.

“Just fuck me already, please” You plead with his fingers still inside you, he rubs your clit just right and repeatedly thrusts his fingers in and out. The obvious squelching sound of your pussy can be heard, and you pray to God nobody else suddenly walks in. You guys did lock the door right?

Shit.

And then he stops, removing his digits from you. You frown instantly.

“Need you in my mouth,” He adds, returning to his previous position from before, His lips wrap around your folds, sucking and tugging them with hunger. Like he’s having the most delicious meal in his last day on Earth. He continues to make obscene sounds with his slurping noises, his fingers press and rub onto your clit in a rapid motion. Your thighs give out, and it’s a clear indication to you that you’re going to cum. Has it really been this long? Have you really forgotten what it’s like to have an orgasm? That feeling deep within where the bottom of your tummy and core meet, feels tight as a knot. He lashes his tongue out to glide along your folds and sticks himself inside of you, tongue fucking you while rubbing your clit.

“I’m going to cum!” You cry with a labored breath. He uses your cry as a sign to lift your leg over his shoulder while he grips your waist, his hands land on your ass — gripping your cheeks firmly. His tongue lands flat to paint his saliva all over your cunt, his hands aid in gliding his tongue up and down your pussy at a rapid pace. He shakes his head back and forth, his tongue brushing across your throbbing, aching clit as a result. He continues at his relentless pace and suddenly that feeling inside snaps.

“Fuck!” Your thighs tremble violently and your core contracts continuously. Your back arches off the wall, but the stranger doesn’t stop his motions, his tongue continues on its own accord, not letting up. You even feel his fingernails digging into your cheeks slightly. Your fingers grasp onto his strands, tugging with an necessary amount of force — mimicking his motions. His low moans suddenly drawing out more than you expected, adding an extra touch to your orgasm, — your clit feeling used having been stimulated for a moment too long. The trembling of your body subsides, your legs attempting to hold on for a little longer as you fight to push him from you.

“O-okay. Okay, that’s- E-enough. Fuck!” To your luck he pulls off with a swipe of his hand across his mouth, panting and out of breath. You assume that’s the only reason he gave up, until you notice he continues to moan, his face contorted into an expression you suppose is from a feeling of ecstasy. And then his gaze drops down to his clothed crotch; his wide eyes roam upwards to your form, with lips parted. Your trembling figure gradually regaining composure.

“Oops,” He slips, letting out a contagious laugh. You follow where his gaze was before and shake your head.

“I-it’s okay, I understand.” His eyes crinkle up in a crescent-moon shape, and you somehow notice the rosy tint of his cheeks, streaming to his ears. Poor thing. He’s probably embarrassed.

Your counselor listens with open ears, taking in everything you’re describing to him, while jotting down what you think are a few notes. But to your unknown avail, he has written:

Client lacks in sex life, due to divorce Stranger gives oral sex; client reaches orgasm

Namjoon clears his throat before proceeding, “And what is it that makes this-” He pauses to gather the correct words, attempting to wash away the imagination of you spreading your legs out, pussy on display, on his leather sofa.

“Experience a good one for you? Is it the thrill from having an orgasm? Maybe the act of having a stranger perform oral sex on you? Or is it because he orgasmed in his pants by performing oral sex on you?”

You contemplate for a moment, thinking deeply about his speculation. You admit it; he’s great at his job. Well, at least better than you would probably be in his line of work. With legs still crossed, you playfully dangle your ankle up and down, your leg now having fallen asleep but you’re somewhat in an awkward state — speaking to a male about your recent sexcapade.

It’s times like these that you wished you were referred a female counselor. And it doesn’t help with how attractive Mr. Kim is, which is definitely a deal breaker for you. You take in his lavender streaks that paint the strands of his hair, paired with highlights of platinum blonde.

Although, you can’t help but ponder what he thinks of all this? Seeing it as you’re a divorced woman, having developed a dry spell, and can’t seem to even orgasm from her previous husband — the person you’d committed your life to, to what you assumed would have been able to please you in the bedroom but unfortunately he failed. It’s embarrassing, to say the least.

Mr. Kim had been there through it all, the good and bad, the ups and downs, twists and turns. It wasn’t that he failed his job, no. He was perfect at it; but, your marriage simply failed. You wouldn’t be surprised if Mr. Kim confessed that he knew what the outcome would be, because it was that obvious. But your ex-husband had to hire a professional simply because he was too prideful to admit his wrongdoings and actually “man up” to fix his problems.

Part of you hated that you’d stuck around after the divorce, and you’re surprised Mr. Kim hadn’t suggested you no longer needed of his services. But, you suppose he was just being kind, offering the best of his services — while another part of you assumed he understood that you do need someone to vent to. Being as that, doing so helps to ease the mind. You’re sure he’s aware that everyone needs to talk to someone, even if it’s a stranger.

Except in this case, Mr. Kim isn’t a stranger — quite the opposite actually and some part of you felt vulnerable to him. The fact he knew your story; any personal thing you could think of that’s ever happened to you — you had spilled it all to him. You contemplate: Who does he confide in, despite his career being that he helps those in desperate times of need? Does he ever vent to anyone? And if so, does it help him to stay sane?

You shake your head at the thought of it all, wanting to piece the entire process altogether. You’d almost forgotten he was still here in this very room with you, awaiting a response to slip. And damn, is he patient. You curse yourself for having zoned out that much, and with a clearing of his throat you are gracefully brought back to reality. The atmosphere suddenly parching your form, an odd sensation of heat pooling over you — paired with a sheen of cold sweat approaching.

He stares into your gaze, as if studying you for a moment.

“Mrs. ____?” His eyes still glued onto you, searching for any sign that you will open your mouth for once. But, you can’t seem to say anything else but one word.

“Control.” His eyebrows flick in response and he slowly nods — having scribbled something into his notes:

Control?

“Control?” He questions, giving you the spotlight to elaborate on whatever it is you’re implying. Your foot stops dangling, having now closed both of your legs entirely, squeezing them together. The visual of that stranger’s mouth lapping at your cunt flashes through your mind.

You take a deep breath, “Yes, control.” Namjoon’s eyebrows quirk upward, as if signaling for you to continue already.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” You blurt out while grabbing your belongings, in a hurry to leave. Namjoon seethes. He’d endured months, perhaps a year of therapy with you. He refused to let you walk out without being satisfied. And he knows exactly what you need. He had the date written down, when you came to him for one of your sessions and confessed how long it had been since you had sex. It’s a memory he’d never forget, because although he’s a licensed counselor and shouldn’t personally involve himself with his clients — with you it was different. He despised the way your ex-husband treated you. It was wrong, and he couldn’t take the pain of seeing you stressed beyond your limits.

“ ____,” His deep voice now dipped in a stern tone, one you’d never heard before, and he never calls you by your first name. Like ever. With your back turned, you can feel his presence directly behind you. So close, you could practically drown in the warmth radiating from his body. He reaches past you, his fingers finding placement over the lock of the door.

“Sit down,” he commands. You shudder under his rigid voice, finding yourself to obey as he instructs, somewhat afraid of what he’d do if you didn’t comply. His towering figure follows back to his seat prior to your attempt of departing. His legs now spread wide and back slightly slumped in his chair. Your shoulders naturally tense themselves, a result of the heat wave washing over you.

Namjoon glares at you with an unreadable expression, as if he’s peering into your soul, a sudden churn resides in your tummy. You absentmindedly pull your dress down just a tad, the material now clinging to your skin due to the sweat that built up under Namjoon’s gaze.

He strokes his chin, and you thank the Heavens for that sight because it definitely gets you going. His slender fingers grazing amongst his skin, veins popping while doing so. You can only imagine what they would feel like inside your-

“Off the record, I know what you want.” He blurts out, stilling his motions. You question him with a rise of your eyebrows. The coy smirk that appears on his lips has you boiling on the inside, your thighs rubbing together pathetically — to ease the ache within your core. What the hell is this man doing to you?

“Should it be too much for you, the safe word is velvet.”

He removes his glass and places them down on the coffee table separating you both. He proceeds to make his way toward you, eyeing you down as if you’re his prey. He unbuckles his belt and slips, “You’ll do as I say when I say it and not give any back talk. Understand?” Your mouth flies agape at his sudden change in demeanor — only adding fire to the fuel in your heat.

He tilts your chin up with his finger, “Don’t make me ask you twice.”

“Yes- Yes, Namjoon.” He slaps your face, at first in a gentle manner, your kitty throbs in response at the sudden action.

“It’s Sir to you.” You nod in reply, “Yes, S-sir.”

Namjoon sits in his favorite spot, unbuttoning his slacks. His hands snake behind the garment, running along his shaft under his briefs.

“Open your legs and play with yourself,” He demands. Before your brain could process what he requested, your body moved instead. You pry open your legs and Namjoon is instantly met with your aching cunt.

“You little slut,” He mulls with a followed growl, his cock twitching under his grip. “You came all the way here with no fucking panties?”

You nod at his question, bringing your fingers to your wet folds.

“So fucking filthy.” Namjoon pumps himself at the sight of you grazing along your clit. “I should fuck you until you can’t think anymore.”

“Please,” you whine, grinding your hips. You lick the pads of your fingers and rub your clit instinctively, a moan falling from your lips.

“Is that what you want?” He coos, precum seeping from the slit on the head of his cock. “You want me to fuck you silly? Make you cream all over my cock like the good, little bitch you are?”

Wanton moans now become uncontrollable for you, and you lose yourself in Namjoon’s sexy voice laced with lust, “Yes, Sir. P-please, fuck me. I need your cock.”

A low rumble emits from his chest, he runs his fingers through his strands that were glued to his forehead. He pushes his trousers and briefs down to his knees.

“Come here. Now.” He motions with his index finger, and you find yourself at his beck and call. Namjoon slides himself down further in his seat and gestures you over him.

“Sit on my face,” You do exactly as he says and hover over his face. He doesn’t hesitate to grip your hips and lodge his tongue inside of your hot heat. His nose nuzzles your clit in the process, soaking in the fragrance of your womanhood. He graciously fucks your hole with his tongue, then slithers along your inner folds. He sucks and tugs onto them between his plump lips, groaning into your cunt. You naturally grind your hips, following his motions.

“Oh, fuck.” You slip, while grazing your fingers within his strands. Namjoon’s fingers dig deeper onto your hips. He lays his tongue flat down to glide against your clit, your folds having been coated in his saliva. He peers up at you with those wide, sexy eyes, and the sudden shock of his palm smacking your ass jolts you forward — your grip landing on the leather seat. His moans continue to reverberate within your core, emitting a cry of euphoria from you. He wraps his plush lips around your nub and sucks feverishly. His nails graze along the flesh of your ass cheeks and…

Smack.

“Mmmm, Sir!” He shakes his head back and forth, and sucks your clit again — sending you into your second orgasm in the past week. Your thighs tremble and back arches slightly, your nails claw the leather of the seat and your hips grind along his tongue — an attempt to ride out your high. Namjoon lands another harsh smack onto your bottom, and you scream maybe just a little too loud for your liking, yet it’s music to his ears.

But, he doesn’t stop.

He continues his ministrations, and just as you try to break away from his steady pace, he constrains your hips with his large hands, locking you in place. He doesn’t let up on your now sensitive clit, and instead continues to slide his tongue all around and onto your bud. You shake your head in reply, the stimulation being too much but somehow there’s this burning ache that re-approaches, and you know there’s yet another orgasm approaching.

You push his head away, desperately wanting him to get his mouth off your aching pussy.

“P-please, Please.” You plead. But he grips onto you harder and shakes his head in a “no” gesture, his tongue gliding along your clit while doing so. His lips encase around your nub again and eagerly sucks the life out of you. Your legs shiver.

Namjoon mumbles within you, “Cum on my face, again.” His hand slaps your ass cheek again and again, sending you into your second orgasm that seems more powerful than the first. Your entire body convulses, eyes roll back, and you let out a screeching cry. He gently rubs the area he’d smacked before, and peels his mouth from you finally. He slaps your cheek again and demands, “On the couch. Now.”

You’re barely able to recover from your orgasm, and with shaky legs you set on your two feet to make your way over to the leather sofa. Joon follows behind and drops his trousers and briefs down to his ankles, kicking the garments to the side. Your met with the sight of his length, and you audibly gasp. He’s so thick, and your kitty clenches just by looking at him. His dick springs up, and you note the precum now dripping from his slit and down into a thin line.

“Come here,” He says while pushing your head onto his length. He stuffs his cock into your mouth, fucking your throat relentlessly. You grab onto his thick, juicy thighs to keep some leverage. The lewd noises of your throat being fucked can be heard through the office space. Namjoon’s breath hitches at the view of you stuffed with him entirely, his dick literally choking the life out of you. He lets out a grimacing chuckle, “Finally you can keep your mouth shut, huh? Let someone else take control, hm?” He bucks his hips forward, the veins in his arm protruding as his grip on your hair tightens, thrusting himself back and forth into your mouth.

His head falls back in ecstasy. Your nails graze along his bare thighs, begging for a release of air. And you assume that inspires him to torture you even more because before you could process what’s happening. He pinches your nose shut, to keep you from breathing, and holds himself at the back of your throat. You pound his thighs as a result.

“Look at me.” He commands, and with tears streaming down your cheeks, your gaze follows up to his hooded lids as you eagerly pound your fists onto his thighs and scratch the flesh. You’re convinced you are on the verge of passing out until he lets out the sexiest moan you’d ever heard in your life and that’s when his thighs tense up in your touch, his lower abdomen contracts, and bursts of warm cum shoot down your throat. You shut your eyes to focus on not passing out, but somehow with his added jizz, it doesn’t help. You continue to smack his thighs to signal you’re on your way to Heaven if he doesn’t let up. You feel his cock gradually easing out, and then he says…

“Fucking swallow.”

And so you do, managing to swallow every drop of him and finally he releases his throbbing member from your mouth. As soon as you are let free to breathe in some kind of air, you suck in a huge breath — followed by some coughs to gain your breathing back, and then an odd sensation within your head subsides. Once again, you can’t recover. Namjoon pulls you by your hair and shoves you toward the leather sofa.

“Bend down.” And you do exactly as you’re told, obeying him as if you’re a puppy and he’s your owner. Namjoon pumps himself and slaps your ass once you bend completely over, arching your back to push your bottom out more profoundly.

“Such a good slut.” He slaps your ass and you whimper at his harsh demeanor. Somehow you manage to wiggle your goods at him, wanting to know what that monster between his legs feel like, and your craving doesn’t go unnoticed. Namjoon tugs your hair, making you arch your back whilst he forces your entire form against his chest. His stiff length is pressed against your ass, and you find yourself grinding against him for just any type of friction to ease the level of horny that’s overcome your being.

“Look at you all needy for my cock. I don’t think you’re fucking ready for me, hm?” His hold on you grows tighter, and the sharp pain of him pulling your strands, mixed with his cock rutting against your behind, strangely makes your core twitch — a dire need of attention.

“Oh, but Sir! I am ready. Plea-” With that, Namjoon shoves you forward back into doggystyle. And when your back isn’t arched enough to his liking, he takes a big blow to your ass, prompting you to adjust your posture. You’re sure by the end of this so called “session” you’ll slip from his establishment sore and bruised. The tip of his cock nudges at your entrance, he runs himself along your dripping labia, making sure to smother himself in your wet. The rising heat in the pit of your core makes you anxious. You can’t remember the last time it had been when you’d had sex, and you supposed Namjoon knows this. You’re not even sure what all this means. How could you both look at each other the same after this is all done? Will he let you go after this? Maybe refer a different counselor? Or will this continue to be what his “sessions” are about? Or is this just a one time thing, and after today, everything will go back to normal? But how could that be possible?

Your on-going thoughts are put on a hold when a slight stretching-like burn approaches so sudden, and you’re left with a wide-opened mouth. Your nails scrape the material of the couch you have left to hold onto. Namjoon feels like nothing you’d ever felt before. He’s big, you know that. But holy hell does he feel different than he looks; it’s something you can’t explain. With toes curling, you call out his name as if he’s the only person left on the plant. What did you do to deserve this kind of dick? Your walls clamp eagerly around his shaft, sucking him in entirely — like a vacuum.

“Shit! It’s been that long, huh?” He admits, gritting his teeth at the sentiment of how tight you are. “He- Let this go?” He adds, while bottoming out completely. Pulling almost all the way out to slam right back into you — your body jerking forward in the process. “S-so fucking stupid. How- Mmmm.” Namjoon can’t contain himself; he pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts, trying beyond his limits to not blow his load into you so quickly.

“How could he let this go?” He pulls out and slams back into you again, this time with a harsh punch. He reaches for your hair, balling his fist into the strands, because for this time, he can’t just take it easy on you.

“More for me, then.” And that’s when you scream as if you’re being murdered — more like your vagina is. Namjoon begins a brutal pace, ramming into you and having no second thoughts about it.

“Oh! Unfgh, S-sir!” Your eyes shut instantly and face scrunches up in pleasure; you’d honestly never felt so high in your entire life. If you could be fucked like this at least once a week, you’d truly die happy.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to fuck you dumb?” He shoots with a hint of hostility. “I was relieved-” He punctuates with a harsh thrust, “To find out you both divorced… Wanted to fuck the shit out of you ever since you stepped foot into my office… Told me every fucked up thing he ever did to you.” You’re not even sure why but his confession has you smothering him in your juices. The fact he had a desire for you was hot, and you would be lying if you said you wouldn’t have fucked him the first time you had a session with him — that is, without your now ex-husband. Maybe Namjoon is right, maybe you are a slut. But who cares?

Namjoon releases his pull on your hair and pushes your head forward, you languidly fall onto the cushion and bury your face within it while he continues to bang out places in you that you never knew could be reached — his animalistic mannerisms are beyond your comprehension.

“Oh, yes!” You cry out, your figure shifting upwards from his vigorous pace. You nearly topple over at how hard he’s fucking you, and at this moment, you can’t fully think straight with him fucking you senselessly. The only sound you’re aware of is the slapping of his balls against your ass and his grunting here and there. You mumble a few incoherent words, and then a few slapping sounds follows. Your ass cheeks now burning with a hot passion.

“Look at you-” Namjoon grunts as he stills himself inside of you and twists your body around, leaving you to rest on your side. “Can’t even speak properly with my dick inside of you.”

Slap.

“Should clog this little pussy of yours up with my children.”

“Fucking come here,” He hauls you toward him to bring you closer, his cock sheathing itself fully inside of you. Not able to form proper words, your nails drag across his thigh and you wrap your leg around his waist, the heel of your foot digging into his bottom cheek. And just as you blinked, he wraps his hand around your throat and begins plunging his cock in and out of you repeatedly. You’re so close to cumming again, that you find some strength to ease your way between your legs and mindlessly rub your clit. Namjoon notes your actions and squeezes your throat harder.

“Yes! F-fuck!” You attempt to choke out; then Namjoon rams into that certain spot within you that has you seeing stars, and your orgasm floods your entire self that you’re shaking underneath him.

“Fuck yeah,” He coos while releasing your throat and slapping your face left and right. “He was so stupid, hm?” Your walls contracting around him has his cock twitching in a way that he knows is a warning of his impending orgasm. You clench so tightly around him, almost locking him in place, whilst creaming all over his shaft.

“Say it.” You whimper in reply, and he grips your face in place to keep you from squirming. “I want you to say how stupid your ex-husband was for leaving you. Say it now.” Your body continues to tremble and grow limp, yet you force the words from your mouth that even you surprised your own self.

“M-my ex-husband was stupid for leaving me, ahh!” Namjoon jams into you again, his thrusts now a much sloppier pace while his thumb reaches for your clit again, rubbing relentlessly. You wiggle around to somewhat ease your now sensitive, aching clit. But he doesn’t let you. He slaps your face again and pins your arms above your head, his body landing fully on top of yours. He licks the pads of his fingers to find your clit again, and you don’t think it’s possible to cum for the fourth time today, but you’re convinced Namjoon would prove otherwise.

“I want you to cum on my cock again.” He states, with a much softer tone this time, added with, “And tell me how much you’re worth having.” Another wave washes over you, granting his wish. Your chest heaves up and down in an attempt to fully gain your normal breathing pattern back. Your writhing body sends a shock of pleasure straight to his groin, and the need to cum is slowly advancing.

You cling onto Namjoon, and slip “I- am worth it. I-I’m worth having,” It’s as if your simple doing of following his command pushes him over the edge. But your added comment fuels him on even more.

“Cum inside of me, please. Make me full of your children.” With that, Namjoon shudders above you. His member pulses inside of you, streams of his cum color your insides. His lavender-stained strands glue themselves to his forehead, and it isn’t until now that you realize how wet your skin is, courtesy of the leather material below you.

Within the silence that subsides afterwards, aside from the melody of the both of you panting, Namjoon breaks the ice.

“You’re more than enough.”

[closedafterdark]

Since we didnt get halloween outfit saerom (fuck you otr) what outfit would you like to see her in and how would you take her

Saerom would want you tied to the bed as she grinds on your crotch, moaning erotically as she tells you how bad of a girl she has been the entire day. She makes a show of stripping, telling you all about what workouts she’s been into lately. She mentions touching herself in the shower afterwards to the thought of you. Pounding her roughly against the glass or her wrapping her tits around your arm as you try and clean her.

She starts the night off by edging. Spitting on your cock to lubricate it. Her strokes are painfully slow but gradually build up. Having had sex with you so many times, she knows so much about your preferences in bed. She knows how to stroke you just enough without tipping you over the edge. With your mouth full of her thong, she asks if you want her to suck your cock now. She giggles hearing your muffled moans.

Saerom licks the underside of your shaft, blowing hot breath onto your balls before painting long licks with her pretty pink tongue. You groaned the moment she parted her pretty pink lips with your cock head. Trying to move your hands to her, you remembered her tying you up.

“What’s wrong, baby? You want to put your hands on the back of mommy’s head? Well, you can’t.”

Saerom’s blowjob is just as slow and torturous as her handjob. With each bob of her head, she takes another inch inside her warm and wet mouth until she reaches your base. You desperately wanted to cum from her techniques, but knew Saerom would prolong it as long as possible.

“There we go, all lathered up. Time to have some fun, baby.”

You moaned as she rid of herself of her pesky clothing.

“Your balls feel so full, baby. Are they only for mommy?”

Your muffled moan served as a reponse.

“Mommy is going to drain you then, baby.”

Saerom returned to stroking your cock, her tight grip providing an unheard of amount of pleasure. You felt her pretty, soft lips travel up and down your shaft. Each time she reached your tip she planted a firm kiss onto it.

“Mommy making you leak that much?” she asked, licking your swollen cockhead along with your slit. With one final kiss on your tip, you watched as Saerom wrapped your cock with her soft pillowy flesh. Your cock was trapped in between the soft skin of her chest. Saerom wasn’t as big as your ex, Kwon Eunbi, but she was more than enough to make you feel good. Her breasts felt wonderful, and you never wanted to leave their warmth.

Thanks to Saerom lubricating you, the friction she was causing by moving her tits up and down your cock was not uncomfortable at all. As you felt her grinding her chest, your cock freely slid in between her breasts. You watched as just the tip of your cock was visible in and out of her cleavage.

“Mommy’s tits feel good, right baby? You like how they feel on your hard cock? That’ll teach you to stare at that slut Kwon Eunbi during our Halloween party. Don’t think I didn’t see her rubbing her ass against your crotch as you squeezed her tits.”

Saerom added more drool in order to keep you wet as it disappeared in between her cleavage and made rubbing her breasts as smooth as possible. You closed your eyes shut as your body became numb from the pleasure her tits were giving you. Her warm, soft flesh trapped you in between them. Any thoughts of feeling guilty about touching Eunbi was completely gone as you felt it was worth it if Saerom would treat you this way.

“Mmph...” you managed to say.

“You’re close, aren’t you baby?” Saerom asked as her tits hugged your cock tightly.

Her tits were now drenched, making it even easier for you to slide in between them. You desperately wanted to cum, especially since Saerom kept cupping your crotch during the party. She put a cock ring on you before the festivities began, which kept you nice and hard for her. To make matters worse, Eunbi wanted to sit on your lap during the party. Despite your feeble attempts to decline, she felt something poking her the moment she did. When she asks what it was and sees your face slowly turn red, she gives you a naughty smirk and asks if you want her to help you with it in the bedroom. That was the last straw for Saerom. She removes Eunbi off your lap and drags you into her bedroom.

“Baby, if you cum. Mommy will punish you.” she said, her tone as ice cold as the once air condition filled room. She gripped onto your cock and stroked you faster than any speed she had used during the night. Using her other hand, she finally removed her thong from your mouth.

“M-Mommy...” you whimpered.

“Don’t fucking cum, you got that? I’m serious, baby.” Saerom’s serious tone was not something you were used to. Usually bright and cheerful, even in the bedroom, each word was laced with ice-cold venom. Her forceful grip on your cock accentuated the seriousness of the situation.

“M-Mommy, I can’t hold on much longer...” you whined. Despite your best efforts, you knew your orgasm was arriving. There was nothing you, Saerom or her hand could do to prevent the inevitable from happening.

“Baby, I swear if you cum-”

“Ugh!” you groaned out. Your cock throbbed in Saerom’s petite hand as the first release of your hot, thick semen painted her pretty face. You watched Saerom’s giant eyes instinctively close as the next few ropes landed on her cheeks and chin, slowly dripping down. Your cock continued to throb as she maintained a firm grip on you.

“I told you not to fucking cum, baby!” she yelled, slapping your balls harshly. You whined as she squeezed them, the anger in her eyes as she is unhappy with your premature orgasm.

“Mommy really should leave you like this. Tied up for everyone to see. Now I have to clean up this worthless load. Can’t have that slut Kwon Eunbi barging in and eating it herself.” Saerom said as she puckered up her lips and sucked up as much of you as she could.

“This is the second time tonight you’ve disappointed mommy, baby. Is that what you like? To disappoint mommy?” she said, lining your stomach up with soft kisses.

“N-No, mommy.” you replied.

“No? Then why do you keep doing so? Mommy cooks for you. Mommy cleans the house naked in just an apron. Mommy even gives you a morning blowjob everyday so she can start the day off with swallowing your cum. So why do you disappoint mommy and bring in that slutty ex girlfriend of yours into our home? I heard she already has a new boytoy. Some guy who goes by the name of a fruit. Pear or Apricot. Or was it Peach? Well, whatever. She has a new guy.”

“M-Mommy, please stop...” you begged as she began stroking you back to a full erection.

“Are you telling mommy what to do after giving me a facial?” She yelled angrily, squeezing your balls once more.

“Mommy won’t go easy on you anymore, baby. I’m going to ruin you.”

You whimpered. If this was Saerom going easy on you, you feared what she could really do. In a mix of fear and pleasure, you watched as Saerom straddled your lap, her creamy, muscled thighs locking onto yours. Stroking your cock several more times, she positions her body on top of it. You feel the heat radiating from her moist cavern when she is mere centimeters from your cock tip.

“Oh fuck...” you both moaned as you savored the feeling of being connected once more. Saerom possessed a body most women you knew dreamed of having - namely that she was fit, slim and very well proportioned. Long, creamy legs that were complimented by muscular thighs, a soft, pillowy round ass, tight, toned abs that were the result of many long hours in the gym, and beautiful, soft yet firm breasts. They were neither too large or too small, just right. You sometimes wondered how the long hours at the gym were even able to produce any sort of results since Saerom had an insatiable appetite for food at home or whenever you two go out on dates. Saerom was beautiful in every sense of the word: large, chestnut brown eyes and a lovely, cute smile that melted all your troubles away whenever you saw it.

But those features were currently wrapped up in erotic pleasure as she rode herself on your crotch. Saerom’s legs were spread wide open as she tried to impale herself as deep as she could. Her toned, muscular arms were planted firmly on your chest. If only your hands were free, you would be able to squeeze her roughly bouncing breasts. Saerom takes notice of this and smiles, doing the action herself.

“You want to squeeze mommy’s tits, don’t you baby?” she asked, knowing full well what your answer would be. “Well that’s what you get for bringing a slut home and cumming without mommy’s permission.”

You watched as Saerom takes a hairtie from her tiny wrist and does her best to form a makeshift ponytail as she continues to ride you. You watched her breasts continue to bounce invitingly, hypnotizing you with each up and down movement. Saerom loved putting on a show for you.

You loved the feeling of her firm, strong thighs as they spread open on top of your body. Saerom knew this, squeezing your head whenever you ate her out. And as she continued to ride you, her large beautiful eyes that you fell in love with on your very first date with her, were half-lidded with pleasure as she struggled to keep her gaze locked onto yours.

Your mouth was open, unable to speak as the pleasure of her tight, wet soft pussy lips were currently wrapped around your cock. Her sweat-misted skin and body heat radiating from her thighs provided layers of stimulation as the grinded against yours. Her pussy was beginning to tighten with each pulse, letting you know she is close to cumming.

Grabbing her hairtie, she pulls it off her poorly made ponytail, letting her beautiful, silky brown and black hair fall down her neck and graceful shoulders. Her hands firmly planted on your chest once more as she uses your cock as an outlet for her release.

She leans down slightly and her eyes ask for a kiss. You do so, feeling the weight of her emotions and affections of you, despite wanting to be in control. You feel Saerom showing her love for you with each connection of your lips. The moment your lips rip apart from each other, she lets out a loud moan as she is unable to resist her orgasm any longer.

“Fuck! Fuck... mommy’s going to cum, baby. Mommy’s going to cum so fucking hard!”

Unable to do anything but let out a loud scream of pleasure, the pleasure overtakes Saerom’s body as she reaches her euphoric high. Her hips slow in movement as she impales herself on your cock two more times before stopping altogether. She lowers her body fully onto you as her pussy clamps down hard on your cock. Her body violently shakes as she cums - her thighs locking your own in place. You give her a weak smile as she rides out the pleasure coursing through her entire body, her toes curling in response.

After allowing her a few minutes to recover, Saerom opens her eyes. They are now weak, her orgasm draining a lot of her strength. She smiles at you sweetly, her expression letting you know she is happy with how hard you made her cum. And so she returns to kissing you once more, the two of you sharing a passionate one than the one you had before she came.

“Baby, it’s your turn to cum inside mommy.” she said in a soft voice that was barely above a whisper. Her tone was much more emotional and passionate than any she has used so far. Normally, Saerom loved swallowing or you glazing her tits. But lately, it seems as if she prefers the more intimate act of having you finish inside her. Things have gotten serious between you and her, but you weren’t sure if she wanted to take the next step just yet.

Saerom swiftly removes herself from your cock and turns around, her head now in between your legs. She brushes back her damp hair and keeps your gaze focused on her before taking your cock into her mouth.

Saerom gave amazing head, doing so on your very first date in the park late at night. She sat down on a bench and had you stand in front of her as she gave you an unbelievable blowjob. You managed to cum in her mouth just before people arrived.

And now here she was, your lovely girlfriend bobbing her head up and down between your legs, her lips wrapped tightly around your cock as her tongue runs across the underside. You weren’t sure which lips you preferred around your cock as both gave you an obscene amount of pleasure. Her mouth was just as much a moist, warm cavern for you as her pussy was.

“M-Mommy, I’m going to cum.” you said, struggling to say so as her mouth was on your cock. She continued to bob her head up and down, doing so at a rapid pace as your orgasm finally arrives. The same feeling you saw from Saerom, your orgasm rocks your body from head to toe as your cock erupts. Silently cursing being restrained as you wanted nothing more than to grip the back of her head and push it deeper, you felt as hot, thick semen entered her mouth and throat.

Your biceps flexed as you were tied to the bed while your body reveled in the throes of orgasm. Saerom’s mouth wrapped tightly around your pulsating cock as your balls continued to empty a creamy white present for her. Once Saerom feels you have nothing left to give, she lifts her head from between your legs and opens her mouth, revealing her pretty tongue and mouth painted with your cum.

As you remained hypnotized by Saerom’s gaze, she closes her mouth and swallows it. She tilts her head back and lets you watch her throat pulse, sending your semen into her body. Letting out a satisfied hum, she opens her mouth again and shows you her pretty pink tongue once more.

“You always taste so yummy for mommy, baby.” she said, giving you a peck on the lips.

“But mommy wants more. You’ll give mommy what she wants, right baby?”

Freeing you from her cloth restrains, she hums in satisfaction knowing it didn’t leave any marks on your wrists. With your hands now free, you grabbed her tits. Saerom laughed as you kisses her several times before getting off the bed and standing before her. Giving each of her soft asscheeks a firm squeeze, Saerom giggled as her knees were on the edge of the bed and her palms planted onto the bed itself.

As you slowly entered your girlfriend from behind, both of you savored the feeling of being connected once more. Her slim, fit body was just as appetizing as it was when she is riding you. With your hands on her full, wide hips, you watched your cock disappear between her asscheeks and wet pussy with each thrust.

A steady stream of moans and pleasurable gaps filled your bedroom as she threw her head back from one deep thrust inside her. You grabbed onto her hair and formed your own makeshift ponytail to use as you pulled it backwards with your thrusts. Saerom was always turned on whenever you pulled her hair as you fucked her.

“Baby! Just like that. Keep fucking mommy like this! You’re so deep. Oh fuck!”

Saerom enjoyed being fucked hard, often telling you she was a bad girl. Some mornings both of you liked slow, passionate sex. But even though she seems to have fucked all her anger away, anything but raw, animalistic lust would be sharp contrast to the night’s activities.

“Baby... fuck mommy deeper... deeper... please... oh fuck...”

You watched as your girlfriend’s head falls onto the silk sheets. The pleasure overtakes her as a soft moan escapes her lips. Both of your stamina was depleted, but it didn’t stop the pleasure radiating from both of your sweaty bodies. You savored her naked body rocking back and forth across the bed, her breasts bouncing with each of your thrusts.

“Baby, cum inside mommy again. Please. Please fill mommy up.” she begged, her desperate pleas not falling on deaf ears. You removed your grip on her hair and now grab both of her toned arms, crossing her wrists as you held onto them with your right hand while your left hand holds onto her hip.

“Baby, please... fill mommy. Mommy wants your cum so bad, baby. Please... cum inside me.”

You quickened the pace of your thrusts, spreading her legs slightly as your orgasm arrives. You raised her body so that Saerom’s back can arch as you repeatedly kiss her back and tell her she’s a good girl.

“Cum inside me.” she repeated, her voice light and out of breath. In that moment, it felt only you and her existed. The party happening downstairs was nothing compared to the one happening in your bedroom right now.

You thrust your cock deep into her willing body, the sensations of an orgasm hitting you all at once. You feel your cum leaving your body and entering hers with each spasm of your body. A long satisfied, moan escapes her throat as she feels you fill her tight wanton body once more.

Burying your head into the crook of her shoulder and neck, you plant tender kisses on her sweat-kissed skin.

“Mmm, baby.” she said, letting out a wordless sound of content. “That was amazing. You always make me feel so loved and happy. I love you, baby.”

“Mhm.” was all you could muster up to say.

As you lay back on the bed, Saerom climbs on top of you. The two of you give each other loving smiles before sharing another loving kiss. As you place your hands on Saerom’s soft ass, you failed to notice your phone on the nightstand come alive with a text notification.

Mommy [11:50 PM]: That was pretty hot, baby. If you’re done fucking that slut, come downstairs. Mommy wants that cock. Now.

[rivertoasty]

Star Wars: Revelations Tech x Natelyte

Now Revised

This is the first sexual encounter between these two characters in a series I am writing based on the aftermath of TCW.

I revised this encounter because after re-reading it a few weeks later it did not capture the vision that I have for the start of their romantic relationship.  

WARNINGS: Rated MA +18, Explicit, NSFW, P in V sex, protected sex, during office hours, Auralism (sound kink), recorded encounter, feelings.  

5K Words.

Norslyr Translations

Sonval: Sun drop in Afrikaans

Sonskyn:  Sunshine in Afrikaans

Lokacinka: your turn – Hausa

taa ya nyota: starlight – Swahili

Zub da hasken rana a cikina: Pour your sun flares into me - Hausa

Haskaka ni da farin dodo: Spark me with a white dwarf (baby) – Hausa

Gee nog een uitbarsting my sonskyn:  Give one more eruption my sunshine – Afrikaans

Star Wars: Revelations: Tech x Natelyte

Tech turns on his helmet audio function to listen to Natelyte’s special recording.  The audio is Natelyte masturbating, moaning, and whining his name as she uses a high-powered vibrator on herself.  

“Tech...!”  She whimpers.  His eyes widen at the sound of her voice calling his name.  This recording was unexpected, it appeared in his room upon the Solar Scourge before leaving to complete a job.  Tech knew well enough to listen to the audio in private in case it was something meant just for him.  Nat’s voice breaks again as she nears release.  

Tech checks over his shoulder to confirm the door is locked and proceeds to remove his cod piece.  He takes it a step further and removes all his armor except his helmet, he lays out on his bed. He pulls up innocent images of Natelyte on his screen to look at as he strokes himself.  Tech isn’t one to take this kind of time to himself while on a job; but the crew are already on their way to return to Norsik.  He isn’t going to be needed anytime soon.  Tech let’s out a groan at the lack of fluid friction he could do to himself alone.  He grabs a sock from his bed side and slicks his cock with lube and proceeds to jerk himself with the sock around it.  The vibrator takes on more of the volume in the background of Nat’s whimpering.  Tech begins to visualize how she does it to herself, just from this audio clip alone he can deduce that Natelyte is more about clitoral stimulation than penetration.  

“Make you...cum on my piece...”.   He goes on babbling about all the dirty things he wants to do to Nat.  

“Nat...!”  He yelps at the violent ejaculation that glazes the inside of the sock.  Feeling himself need more of her to get his nerves right he continues listening to Nat.  Her voice breaking in high pitches that he has never heard her voice achieve before, at least not around him.  

“Tech.!  Oh, I miss you already.”  She coos, he can envision the devious smile on her lips.  Then she orgasms whining his name.  He sits up tossing the sock to the floor.  

“She’s so enthralling”. He sighs still thinking about Natelyte.  All the things he wants to do with her...and too her.  Thinking of the moans and whines she let out while calling his name, the actions she took to make this for him.  It all started so innocently, she is making it clear that she’s not teasing anymore, she wants Tech.  

Both of these geniuses make a schedule nearly every morning to let the others know when and where they will be throughout the day so if and when anyone needs their help, they can always find them based on the schedule.  When they put it together that they both do this type of time management technique they began to plan their days to intersect every now and then just to get some time to work together, take breaks that overlap with one another’s time. Then one day, Tech cleared his schedule and he sent just ‘Natelyte’ for the whole day, to not only her but to everyone in the crew.  When she saw this, she too just wiped the day away and plastered Tech’s name across the planner and they went out together for the day doing fun things instead of work.  Then this job came up a few weeks later and he had to go with the Scourgemen, she slipped this audio recording in his room before they departed.  Now he isn’t going to hold back what he wants to do with her.  Natelyte is a beautiful and intelligent woman, a rebellious danger, something he admires most about her.  The ship came out of hyperspace, Tech redresses and went out to the bridge.  The crew is eager to get back to the surface to see their perspective counter parts.  None of the women came along for this delivery job, it wasn’t out of disinterest, they just have much more pressing matters that require their presence to maintain at present.  Hunter walks out onto the bridge to oversee the dissent to the surface being performed by Wolffe.  He looks Tech up and down with a sly grin and a raised eyebrow, knowing full well that Tech is a horny little bastard right now.  Tech shrugs the look off, at least he is getting something from his girl.  

The crew land at the platform and Tech was off the ship and dashing towards Natelyte’s office building.  Assuming she would be walking from that direction, he turns a corner and there she is.  Her face brightens with a smile to see him alive and in one piece.  They briskly walk towards each other and embraced.  Their armors clad against each other couldn’t stop the feeling of the other’s warmth.  

“I listened to your message.”  He says with a soft smile.  

“Oh ja?  Did you enjoy it my sonval?”  She asks and leans into him with her breast plate more against his chest plate.  His hands move further down her back to hold her more closely.  

“I loved it so much that I want to participate with you my sonskyn.”  He rasps lowly in her ear and nibbles at her lobe, wasting no time as always.  Nat breaks away from him still grasping his hand to walk to her office together.  They continue to converse about the job he returned from and high lights of events happening on Norsik.  

Her office is open and organized, Nat closes the door behind her and activates the glass clouding feature so no one can see through the glass.  Tech steps forward and cups Natelyte’s face, their eyes transfix on each other searching for the next move.  Nat takes notice of Tech’s posture, now straightened and taller due to the posture correction patch Ottehok slapped between his shoulder blades to correct his hunching.  Their lips connect, her arms wrap around his neck, she introduces her tongue into the mix and Tech hums with delight.  Tech steps forward to press Nat to the glass wall and the kiss deepens, their heat begins to overtake their minds, instinct begins to override logic and focus.  

Heat swells like a roaring star.  

“Tech….”  Natelyte moans when their lip’s part for just a moment.  Her lust lidded hazel orbs focus on his wide brown irises shielded by his specs.  “We should move from the glass.  I heard someone enter the lab.  People can see our figures against the glass wall…”  She speaks with a reluctant smile.  She did not want to pause in the moment, but privacy is priority in regard to this encounter.  

He is a Voider after all.

“Ah well, to your nook then?”  He smirks and pushes his frames up his bridge.  He takes a few steps back to get distance from the glass.  The disinterested look in Natelyte’s eyes is quickly noticed by Tech.  He comes forward to take one of her hands to spin her around the space between them, so her bottom is pressed against a desk that was behind Tech.  “Or I should we continue right here?”  He queries in her ear with his crotch piece pressing against her apex.  

“Ja right here, sonval.”  She mewls as he nips at exposed flesh on her neck.  His hands come down to her thighs to lift her onto the desk.  Her hands push aside monitors and a keyboard to make room for their encounter on the desk’s surface.  Teck kicks away a swivel chair just a foot away from their coupling.  “I’ve always wanted to be taken in this office.”  She lets out as Tech sucks away at her neck leaving hickies carelessly across her supple flesh.  “To be railed by a man of your faculty.”  

“You give me too much credit my taa ya nyota.”  He smiles as his hands come down to unhook his utility harness and comm link.  Nat follows suit and begins to unclasp her armor plating.  They strip down to their under clothes and eagerly entangle once more to explore each other’s forms.  

Natelyte’s full feminine curves draw the attention of his hands immediately.  First her thighs to then fearlessly cupping her breasts.  Her hands roam over his upper body memorizing every muscle groove, feeling his solid frame tensing beneath her touch, she catches notice of his flushed complexion, how pink his ears get when he blushes, it’s adorable.  He is touch starved, ravenous for physical contact of any manner possible, his throbbing member sandwiched between both their thighs is evidence of his physical needs.  His unbashful expression to her acknowledgement of his arousal has him take a moment and clear his throat.  

“Ahem.  With your permission Natelyte, I would like to record our coitus?”  His query is collected and serious.  She knows damn well that Tech exhibits Auralism; where one is aroused by sound; not that just any sound arouses him of course, but just the sounds that he desires to hear when in need.  Hence why he has a habit of recording nearly everything; he does it for his own reasons, from safety to necessity for assignments, for proof or for study.  But of course anything remotely having to do with sex, you best bet it will grab his attention for a moment before he remembers his surroundings and task at hand.  Nat knows all too well he is not referring to just audio recording their encounter, he will be recording everything.  

“Ja, the more angles the better actually.”  She halts her movements across his body and reaches back behind herself to activate a monitor.  Tech’s eyes narrow in bewilderment before she speaks again.  “I can capture more than just the angle of your frames.”  She speaks in a low sultry tone that rivets in his ear canal sending shivers down his spine and goosebumps to rise across his body.  She opens an application that allows her to wake all of the surrounding monitors in the office, activating a recording feature.  The cameras all blink with a red light signaling the start of their first coitus session.  Tech stares in awe at Natelyte’s expanded reach into this kink, and his cock throbs with gratitude.  “Perspective on all sides…”  her tongue slips into an ear, her hands return to his body with a fiery intensity making Tech’s knees weak.  His fingers brush along his goggles to begin recording their steamy encounter, and for Tech to get to work on his sonskyn.   

“May we disrobe?”  Nat nods and lifts the hem of his shirt first; she wants to see what this Techno Master looks like underneath everything.  She is not disappointed.  Tech is sporting a healthy muscle tone, a cog and skull tattoo on a shoulder and left pectoral muscle, several others accented with blaster scars and a stunning set of abs that has Nat bite her bottom lip in arousing admiration of Tech’s physique.  Tech’s hands come back to Nat’s body, he lifts off her shirt and pulls down her pants, panties, and socks.  His darkened brown eyes scan across her chestnut skin, her red curls complement the flecks of green in her brown pools.  Navy blue and crimson red runes line across her body, markings of achievements and lessons she has mastered throughout her life.  Her body is a sculpted masterpiece, Tech is far from being a religious man, but he’d be dammed it he didn’t want to worship the ground that this woman walks upon.  

He worships her in a different manner.  

Tech lifts her left foot into his mouth, slipping her toes between his lips, his tongue sweeping between her toes.  Nat slips onto her elbows to watch Tech do his thing.  He sucks on her big toe and releases it with a pop.  

“That was really nice.”  Nat says with a pleasant smile.  

“Your clitoris looks much nicer…”  Tech purrs planting a kiss to her lips first to then trail down her body.  Kissing each dark nipple, her pierced naval, down to her darkly pigmented clitoris.  Spreading her opening with his thumbs he inspects her coloring; it becomes pinker towards the center, her skin is smooth and tender, with arousal dripping from her.  His hands glide along her thighs, his warm breath fans over her apex, he witnesses her opening contract, the slit rising and falling in a slow motion, his places a slow wet kiss to her button.  Nat’s head falls back, she lowers from her elbows, to lay flat on the desk, she props her legs wide on the desktop.  His hands come up to her torso, pinching and rolling her nipples with his skilled fingers, burring his face between her legs focusing all of his affections on her clitoris.  Slow and featherlight ministrations, spelling his name and number in her folds, drawing all the sinful noises from Nat.

“Aw jaaa…”  She drabbles on babbling words in Norslyr, pleading for Tech to go just a tad lighter when pressing onto her clit.  His hands freely graze along her body, memorizing her form, her curves, down to the last scar.  Heat begins to form in her core, quickly building from Tech’s touching.  She takes one of his hands and sucks on the fingers, drenching the digits with her saliva for her own benefit.  Tech knows exactly what she wants him to do now, and he does it when she releases his fingers.  He fills her opening with one finger with a few pumps for her to adjust, to measure her readiness, and then he adds the second and her moans grow louder.  With raised brows he looks over his shoulder to look at the door, but what does looking at the door solve?  So he reaches up and covers her mouth to hush her lewd noises from prying ears.  Natelyte giggles and sucks on his fingers again whilst hooking a leg over his shoulder to lock his mouth back onto her clit.  “No one can hear us.  Not behind this glass.  I promise...!”  She sucks in air through her teeth and lets out a choked cry, her hips buck against his face.  Nat stands to her feet with Tech plastered against her clit from below.  His brown orbs open wide to take in the sight of her standing over him, hands fisting his hair to pull him into her with more pressure as his mouth opens wide to swallow her pussy.  She pulls on his hair from side to side to have his mouth swipe her opening, his hands come to her ass to hold himself steady on his knees.  Then she gushes with slick from above and he gulps down every last drop like a parched man drinking from a spring.  

The light of the amber screens drapes her body in a golden light personifying her as the physical embodiment of solar radiance.  

Nat’s legs shake, Tech’s strong hands support her at her rump, he pants for air and rises to his feet to seal their lips together.  Tongues dance frantically as she takes in her own taste glistening across Tech’s face.  

“That was an exquisite view, Nat.”  

“Lokacinka.”  She says breathlessly and pushes him down into the swivel chair behind him.  Tech scans the monitors around the room, he rolls the chair pushing with his heels to the center of the room, so each screen has an angle on them both.  Nat smiles with his attention to detail, but now she wants all his focus again on her instead of the technology around them both.  

All.  On.  Her.

Nat crawls between his legs and rubs his clothed bulge straining to be set loose from its prison.  The heat radiating from his crotch is intoxicating, drawing her in, mouth pooling with saliva, with want.  “Take this off.”  She pats his thighs and Tech stands before her and peels off his blacks.  Tech catches this next moment on his lenses, Nat’s eyes wide with shock, and an ambitious smile spreads across her face taking in the sight of Tech’s massive cock.  The veins raised almost perceived as being angry, but Tech is far from any sort of antagonized emotion.  His cock twitches at the first sight of Nat’s tongue darting out to swipe across her lips.  She presses his thighs for him to sit back down in the chair

“Are you hungry my sweet?”  Tech rasps as his hands find purchase in Nat’s thick curls.  

“Ravenous.”  She sighs and wastes no time in drooling over his cock.  She pumps him a few times, feeling the girth, watching a bead of hot precum spill from the tip down the shaft to mix with her saliva to be smear by her chestnut hands along his tan meat.  Sweet soft sighs leave Tech’s chest.  She brings the hot tip to her plump lips and kisses it a few times.  Dragging her lips down the shaft, licking her way back to the tip, slipping it between her lips for her tongue to swirl around the head.  Tasting his early seed and the salt of his skin.  

“Please…”

“Hmm?”  She hums with a full mouth sending vibrations around his solid member making his toes curl at the sensation.  

“Please be sloppy.  Make it loud and messy ta ya nyota.”  His grip tightens in her hair.  Nat knows what he wants, how he wants it, and she will do it only for him.  Nat chuckles with him in her mouth and she slides down his shaft swallowing him whole.  

Natelyte can deep throat.

Tech’s eyes fixate on her motions.  Her head bobbing up and down to suck him from tip to base, nose pressing to his pubic bone, throat expanding and contracting around his cock.  She gags and coughs while still managing to keep him stuffed inside.  She slurps and sucks loudly, her tongue swirls around the head and base.  She has his tip hit the back of her throat; she opens her mouth wider to let the wet sloshing sounds of her throat to echo within the room and fill his ears.

And for the cameras to hear.

Tears fall from the corners of her eyes; Tech pulls her hair to have her face look up at him, snot drips from her nostrils.  He can feel her swallow, it causes her to cough, she pulls off him, so she does not bite him.  As she coughs Tech stands up and takes her hand to have her sit on the desktop again, he separates from her as she wipes her eyes and nose.  Tech reaches down to pick and open a condom from a pocket of his belt and rolls it on.  Natelyte watches him do this and the puzzled look on her face has him smile in slight embarrassment.  

“Is that the fabled con-dom I’ve been hearing about from you Voiders?”  She smiles bringing a hand down to his now covered member to feel the rubbery barrier for herself.

“It is not a fable if it is real, my sweet.”  He smiles whilst cupping her face and kissing her deeply to commend her erotic blowjob.  

“What is a con-dom?”  Her accent while speaking Arubesh made it hard to speak that unfamiliar word.  

“It is a thin latex polyurethane barrier that goes on a male’s member to capture the sperm.”  He smiles at her with a flushed expression.  Drunk with need.  Burning with desire.  Yearning for release.  

“Oh…will it...still feel the same or?”  

“Yes, yes it will still feel the same for you.  I will lose much of the sensation, but it is worth it.  I wouldn’t want to risk impregnating you, Natelyte.”  Their foreheads pressing together, staring into each other’s eyes with understanding and adoration.  

“I could take my own protection.  An after pill.  That way you don’t need to miss out…”  She says pumping his shielded cock, gathering the strange lubricant that covers the outside.  

Tech wants to, he wants to feel her from the inside, her hot moist walls clenching around his throbbing mass.  But he cannot.  He must do it this way, he cannot risk the possibility of spreading his genes among the Norsik population, not even if it is with Natelyte.  

He just can’t.  

Nat sees his internal confliction, then his resolve as he clenches his jaw and lines himself up with her entrance.  Pumping himself and coating his cock with her juices.  “I want to, but I cannot.”  He says and cuts off any more of her pleas as he plunges inside her warm depths.  A loud moan escapes her chest as Tech thrusts inside her a few more times to sheath his piece within her, coating every last inch he has to give with her slick.  Then he holds himself still to look upon Nat, to see her already ruined around him.  Her legs wrap around his waist, her arms tighten around his shoulders, head buried in the crook of his neck groaning from the stretching pleasure of his cock.  

“You feel so good sonskyn.”  He purrs in her ear and begins moving a fast pace.  Every time he bottoms out inside her a beautiful gasp leaves her chest.  The sting of her nails digging into his broad shoulders fuels his need to fuck her harder.  Demanding that he fuck her hard as to wash away her previous thought of the barrier affecting her end of the pleasure between them.  His pleasure is surely dulled, but he uses that dullness as an advantage to last longer.  To fuck her for all that she is worth here and now.

Nat’s heels dig into his lower back, her breathing is ragged, she peels an arm from around his shoulder to vigorously rub her clit.  Tech growls at this action and replaces her hand with his own thumb.  She mewls at the harshness of his touch, she lays flat against the table, her breasts bounce in rhythm of his thrusts.  The monitors all shifting from the weight of his pounding, moving their angles around without touching them, it’s maddening.  

“Don’t stop!”  She cries out as her legs begin to tense around him.  Her hands come down to grasp his forearms to anchor herself to him.  Tech leans back with their arms locked together to press as deep as he can reach within her.  And she cums with a mighty cry as a wave of the most intense internal orgasm crashes within her.  Tech fucks her through it, unable to yield to his better judgement to slow down or cease his movements to allow her to settle once more.  He presses on, heeding her command, doing what she says, what she wants, he’ll do anything, everything for Natelyte’s pleasure.  

She deserves the stars.

Nat’s legs go limp around his waist, his arms release hers and return to the underside of her thighs to keep her legs at his sides.  Her eyes return from the back of her skull and come to refocus on the man fucking her into oblivion.  The aftershocks of electricity brought on by his unyielding movements makes her back arch and body jolt.  She whines his name and praises, how perfect he is, what he does to her, and how he keeps fucking her with a pleasant ferocity.  Her body returns to be flush against him, her hands combing through his hair, licking his neck, biting along his structures, marking him in the same careless manner he had done to her in the beginning.  He lets out sweet moans and sighs at her efforts.  Then Nat pulls herself close to his ear and speaks in a complete wrecked manner that has him obey every next word.  

“Sit in the chair and let me ride you like a wild Scorp.”  

Tech pulls from her and finds his place in the swivel chair quickly to be mounted by Natelyte’s thick thighs.  Her body is so soft and supple, covered in a sheen of sweat that has her glowing in the amber light of the screens.  She lines herself up and sinks down on him quickly to regain the fullness that he fulfills within her.  Tech can feel her entire body working on top of him, all of her weight, her skin, her scent, her muscles.  

“Da rana!  Zub da hasken rana a cikina!  Haskaka ni da farin dodo!”  Nat shouts like a battle cry.  Her movements are rocking the chair, making it squeak with every harsh landing of her hips against his.  The chair begins to feel as though it may break from their use of it.  Tech hopes that it does, all for that camera value.  How hard she can fuck him in return.   Her walls clench around him, her nails dig deeply into his shoulders to then release him and run her hands through her hair.  She leans back to give Tech a full view of the goddess riding him as she takes another orgasm for herself.

“Cum my darling.  Cum all over my cock again.  Take it all for yourself!”  he babbles.  His hands gripping her sides to support her as her bounces begin to become uneven and ill timed.  The tight coil within her snaps and her walls quiver around his shielded cock again.  This time she stops to take it all in, lifting her feet from the ground to have all her weight fully bare down on Tech which he handles with ease.  She sobs into his neck, holding her he stands with her in his grasp to lay on the floor, this will be his last bout, he is nearing his own limit now and wants to ejaculate while drowning in her hazel pools.  In missionary he begins to move slowly, pumping in and out from tip to base, scooping her out with his cock.  Her back arches from the tender aftershocks that sweep across her nerves, which he attempts to drown out with sweet kisses.  

Tech removes his goggles for this last bout, placing them near their heads to continue filming, but he wants to see her face to face.  

Nat is moved by this action, a clammy hand comes to cup his face, fingers tracing along his temple without the interruption of his goggles.  He is handsome.  Her hands come to wrap around his back, a hand grazes over the posture patch between his sharp shoulder blades.  His sweat drips down onto her which she revels in; the fact of knowing how hard Tech works in all aspects of his character in everything he does, it is admirable.  He plants kisses to her forehead and cheeks, nibbles at her neck as his chest falls to rest upon hers.  Natelyte takes a moment to acknowledge how Tech’s frame can easily cage her in beneath him, his heat enveloping her body, his sweat claiming very square inch of her body, as his cock lays claim to her internally.  Tech can feel her depths, no longer limited to physicality, but intellectually, emotionally…he can see it all in her eyes.  How much he means to her, the mark he has left on her brain, her heart, and now all over her body.  

“Gee nog…een uitbarsting my sonskyn…”  He speaks with a heeding tone to what is coming soon.  Nat reaches down to rub her clit, hearing the sounds of their wet skins squelching drives Tech up a wall.  Her moaning increases with pitch, her breathing quickening as she cums again on his cock.  

“Jaaaaa!  Ja! Ja-ah-aah!”  He fucks her again through another deeply felt orgasm which spurs him finally into his own.  

“Ah, yes!  Oh yes!  Karking hell!”  He shouts into the air with quick deep jabs into Nat’s core.  Pouring his unfelt seed inside of Natelyte, a Norse Valkyrie.  As they cum together, they kiss.  

They lay in heaving silence for a few moments before Tech pulls from her and rolls the condom off.  He reaches out for her canteen that had been knocked to the floor from off the desktop earlier and takes a sip for himself then relinquishing the rest of its contents to Natelyte.  She takes a few savoring gulps and hands it back to Tech.  They sit up together and lean against the desk for support.  

“That was awakening.”  Nat chuckles breathlessly looking to Tech for affirmation.  

“I agree.  I wonder how the recording is going to turn out.”  He says dryly and glances down at Nat with a teasing smile.  

“Oh I promise you it will turn out grate after I’m through with it.”

“Just you?  I assumed we would both work on it together…”  His voice cracks from parched vocal cords.  

“I think that is the first time you included someone in your assumption Tech.”  She looks him in the eyes with surprise.  He stares back at her; filtering through his stored memories like a data bank to find any other instance he had done this.   Assuming people already knew what was going to happen but did not know anything until he explained it aloud.  For once he hopes that this assumption would be correct.  Natelyte caresses his cheek fondly and places a chaste kiss to his lips to break his filtering.  “Of course we will work on it together, sonval.”  

[emmapills]

Our Next Adventure

written for the @xfilesfanficexchange 2021 Dialogue Fanfic Exchange

Mulder and Scully await the birth of their daughter, and Scully’s dream has a special visitor.

for @kyouryokusenshi 💛

Thank you to @lainatelle and alyssa for the beta and to @palepinkpores for the pregnancy info!

rated mature for breast fondling

AO3 Link

tagging @today-in-fic

“Scully, you just folded those yesterday,” Mulder noted as Scully stood in front of the dresser.

She glared at him as she draped a onesie over her expectant belly. At thirty-nine weeks and counting, she was more than ready to meet her and Mulder’s daughter. While she enjoyed her pregnancy for the most part (emesis, swollen feet, a sore back, and enhanced clitoral sensitivity notwithstanding), Scully was ready for this baby to come out. They had tried everything including stimulating her nipples, spicy foods, and sex —their personal favorite— but this baby was taking her sweet time.

“And I’m folding them again.”

Mulder swallowed his response. He knew what this was, he had read about it and she had mentioned it a few times. Scully’s nesting had gone into overdrive over the last few weeks and he was just happy to help her in any way he could. He went to hug her from behind and his large hands ran over her belly and picked up the onesie. He couldn’t believe they would soon be taking home a little human in something as small as the garment he was holding. Jackson had been a bigger baby, but this one seems to have taken after their mother. This was something he had never experienced before, not really. He placed the onesie back in the drawer and buried his head into Scully’s neck.

“Mulder…” she warned, but she relaxed into his embrace as he peppered soft kisses on her skin.

He rubbed circles on various spots on her belly and added pressure when he reached her hips. A groan escaped Scully’s lips as she placed her hands over his. He had been paying attention at lamaze class, she thought with a smile. While his touches were gentle and comforting, she really had to use the restroom. She removed his hands from her body and cupped his jaw.

“I’ll be right back,” she said as she walked away, her hand lingering.

After using the restroom, she went to clean herself and sighed when she noticed her mucus and blood on the white paper. With Will-Jackson, it had happened weeks before his birth, but she was basically full term. Losing her plug would hopefully speed up her labor and she'd be able to meet her precious baby girl. Scully decided to say nothing to her partner, for he’d only think she was in active labor and panic. All the knowledge and experience in the world wouldn’t stop Mulder from wanting her safe.

She washed her hands and found the dresser drawers open. Mulder was feeling the soft cotton of the baby onesies. A tear threatened to escape as he met her gaze.

“She’s so small,” he said, barely above a whisper.

Scully placed her left hand on his left shoulder and rested her head on his bicep. “Just wait until she’s here.”

He turned around, letting go of the small garment, and met her lips with his. With a soft smack, they parted and wrapped their arms around each other.

“I can’t wait for this new adventure,” he said.

Scully was almost crying when she released from his grasp and smiled. “And what a wonderful adventure it will be, but this mama needs to eat because I’m hungry.”

They both laughed softly and made their way into the kitchen. She slowly sat down at the kitchen table while Mulder went to open the fridge.

“What are you hungry for?”

She almost missed the question as she felt a twinge in her lower back. “Mm… I could really go for a ham and cheese sandwich. Full fat mayonnaise. And don’t forget to heat it up.”

“You got it.”

Scully rubbed her aching belly as Mulder went to work making her most recent craving. When Scully wasn’t glued to the toilet or in too much pain, she couldn’t seem to curb her hunger. It didn’t help she already felt big from this pregnancy, but to add the increase in calories she had to consume was not helping her self-esteem. Mulder told her she was beautiful of course, and showed her as well as told her. She was currently wearing one of his t-shirts and being swallowed in it, but her belly pulled around the middle and she hadn’t been able to see her feet for months.

Their midnight snack was eaten in silence, both content to just exist. The pain had lessened, but was consistent which made sitting on the hard wood chairs uncomfortable.

“Why don’t we get you into bed so you can be comfortable,” Mulder suggested as he had noticed the occasional grimace form on her face.

Scully nodded and held out her hand as he got up from his spot. They worked together to help her up and she slowly waddled her way up the stairs to their bedroom as Mulder put the dishes in the sink. He made it to their bedroom in time to see her nude body, which she had been quick to criticize. She turned around and blushed when she realized he was watching her. He smiled and went over to her. He kissed her passionately as he felt the weight of her breasts in his hands. As he moved down to worship them, she gasped at the sensation. He licked, kissed, and gently bit down on her breasts as her hands ran through his hair.

“Mulder… Mulder, stop,” she smiled. “I need to get dressed.”

He huffed in defeat as she prepared for bed. Mulder stripped down to his boxers and went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. When he was done, she had already gotten into bed and was laying on her right side facing away from his side of the bed, supported by her pregnancy pillow and the plethora of others she insisted she needed to support her. Standing in the doorway, he took in the back of his very pregnant and very beautiful partner. Her hair was splayed across one of the pillows and he couldn’t help but think of that night in the motel with their talks of the future, oblivious to the fact they would make their daughter that night. He got into bed and spooned her, holding both her and the life they had created together. She placed her hands on top of his and they both fell into a blissful sleep.

X

Scully stood on the rocks at Sunset Cliffs. The moon shone bright amongst the stars. The wind howled and she felt her hair fly in various directions. This was her and Missy’s favorite spot as teenagers. They would make the drive together and just enjoy the sound of the waves and the feel of the water against their toes. Scully had her first time in the backseat of her boyfriend’s car as they sat and talked about their plans for the future. She walked until she was on the beach and felt the sand on her toes. She continued walking until she was ankle deep in the water. Taking a deep breath, she looked out into the ocean, all the memories of this place coming back to her.

“You like to come here too?”

Startled, she turned around and gasped. “Will-Jackson?” she asked in shock as she took in all six feet of her son.

“Hey Dana.”

“Wh- I…” Tears threatened to spill at the sight of her son who she hadn’t truly seen in almost seventeen years.

“I know it’s a lot, but I could feel your presence here. Well, your dream presence, at least.”

“We miss you,” she managed to say, eyes watery and voice breaking. It took everything in her not to run and barrel him over in a hug.

“I know. I… need to spend some more time alone. I need to know it’s finally safe for me.” He looked out at the water and closed his eyes.

“Can… can I hug you?”

He held out his arms and Scully walked over to him as fast as her pregnant belly would allow. She sobbed as she felt her son’s embrace. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted to do this.”

Jackson let his head fall as he sighed. This woman, who had let him go to protect him, had never once stopped loving him. Ever since he found out he was adopted, he had felt hurt and confused. Who would go through all the trouble of having him just to give him up? But when he found out why, how his biological mother had given up so much to keep him safe, he promised to do everything he could to make sure he would be able to see them one day.

They let go and Scully wiped at her eyes. “I can’t believe it’s you. I spent your whole life thinking about you.”

He smiled and nodded to her belly. “You’ll have someone else to think about soon enough.”

“You’ll always be my first. You were a miracle. I’m just sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

“You did what you had to do. I’m okay. May I?” he asked, his hand hovering over her stomach.

She took his hand and placed it over her daughter. Scully felt as the baby kicked and moved inside of her.

“You’re going to be a great mom,” Jackson said, causing Scully to sob harder.

“I just wish I could’ve been yours.”

“I know,” Jackson smiled sadly as he removed his hand. “It’s why I come here. I sense how much this place means to you. I feel connected to you. Plus, California’s pretty cool.”

“Yeah, yeah it is,” Scully let out a half-laugh, half-sob as she wiped more tears away.

“Maybe one day you’ll be able to tell me about it.”

Her breath hitched. “I’d love that.”

He went to hug her again, which was gratefully reciprocated. “I’m sorry this is short, but I have a feeling you’ll be needed soon,” he said as he released from her embrace again.

The wind howled harder and clouds formed overhead sending a pouring rain. Thunder cracked in the distance and Jackson walked backwards, moving away from her.

“What do you mean?” Scully asked loudly over the wind and rain. She had to repeatedly move wet hair from her face.

“I mean she’s coming,” Jackson replied with the same volume.

Scully looked down and saw her body start to become transparent. “Wait!” she cried.

“It’s okay. I’ll see you later. Don’t forget to tell her all about me.”

“Jackson, I love you!”

“I love you t-” was the last thing she heard before everything went black.

Scully gasped and sat up suddenly. Her stomach tightened and the pain wrapped around into the front of her stomach. She groaned and felt Mulder stir next to her.

“Mulder,” she said, nudging his shoulder. The pain became stronger and she struggled to remain calm. “Mulder!” she said again, this time louder.

“Wh-what?” he asked groggily as he rubbed at his eyes.

“Mulder, the baby is coming now!” her voice came out as a loud whisper.

“Oh shit,” she heard as he practically jumped out of bed.

“It’s okay, we still have time, but just help me up please. I need to move.”

After she was up and walking, Mulder held her hand as they paced around the house, stopping every fifteen to twenty minutes as a contraction coarsed through Scully’s body.

“I saw him,” Scully said out of the blue as she draped herself over the back of the couch.

“Who?”

“Jackson. He came to visit me in my dream.”

“Oh my God,” Mulder croaked. “Is he okay?”

“He’s okay. He said he’d see us later. He’ll come back to us, Mulder; our son will come back.”

Mulder brushed some of Scully’s hair out of her face. She was sweating and in pain, bringing their daughter into the world while their son promised he’d be back. The feelings were overwhelming and she cried out at the next contraction.

“I wish I could take the pain away.”

“It’s okay,” Scully said breathlessly as the contraction waned. “It’s worth it.”

“Ready for our next adventure?”

“I’m ready.”

X

Lily Faith Mulder was born at the hospital nine hours later, noisy and slippery. She had a sturdy set of lungs and an appetite that made her father proud. She had a dark head of hair and blue eyes, the perfect combination of her parents. While Scully told him her eyes could change color, Mulder wanted her ocean blue eyes to stay. They took turns singing to their little girl and holding all six pounds of her. After the birth and the baby’s first feeding, Scully was exhausted and incredibly sore.

Mulder paced the room, a fussy Lily in his arms as her mother slept. They had about half an hour before she needed to eat again, so Mulder spent this time doting on his little girl. He looked at the table that had a vase of flowers and cards from Scully’s friend Ellen, Einstein and Miller, and her coworkers at Our Lady of Sorrows. He decided to look at the cards and came across one with a picture of the ocean on the front, which he found odd for a card congratulating a birth. He opened it and his eyes welled up as he realized who had sent it.

To the next adventure. I hope to be able to experience it together some day - J

[pascal-istheway]

Kinktober Day 5

Kink: Double Penetration [18+]

Warning: NSFW, 

Pairing: Frankie Morales X Pope Garcia X Fem!Reader

Zoe’s notes: This one was slightly more challenging for me, but I couldn’t do a short one so sorry in advance. 

Word count: 2.2k

KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST

“I don’t know Frankie,” you whispered, watching your boyfriend’s best friend stand there in the door. 

“Come on, just give it a try,” Frankie brushed his fingers down your arm. The warmth pooled between your legs at the thought of it. He and Pope, two men that you’d always dreamt of being with and now, they wanted you. 

But they didn’t just want you, they both wanted you together. Which was a very scary and different concept than how you’d imagined each of them in the late hours when you were alone in your bed and your hand was slipped beneath your shorts.

The idea of them together was almost too much to bear. It made you hot and sweaty as he talked about it there in your bedroom. Pope leaned against the door frame and waited for your answer. You gulp, swallowing despite the sudden dryness in your throat. 

“Wh… what would we do?” you ask. 

Frankie smiles, glad that you’re not shutting the idea down, “well, whatever you’re comfortable with. You’re in control. We only do what you want.” 

Pope nods, “Frankie and I talked about it, I’m on board with anything you want.”

You watch Pope come into the room and sit down on the end of the bed, his hands sliding over your legs making you stretch your toes out to touch his thigh with your feet. You look back to your boyfriend and smile, nodding. 

“I’ve always wanted to try being with two guys,” you smile softly as a blush creeps over your face. “And Pope I trust you with anything just as much as I do Frankie.”

Pope and Frankie share a look and smile at you, Frankie leaning in to kiss you and speak into your mouth, “let us take care of you baby.” Your hands reach up for him as you nod, the kiss getting more intense as he slips his tongue between your lips. 

You moan into him, always being so responsive when his lips touched you. The trail of fire spread from your core to your thighs as Pope’s fingers trailed higher. His hands kneaded and massaged as he brought himself up to your core, pausing before diving in. But you don’t want to wait, you don’t want him to ask for permission, you want him to take you. You want to feel his fingers destroy you in ways you know his cock could do just as well. 

Your hand reaches out and takes his, pushing your hips into him as you desperately search for friction in your most sensitive spot. The move gives him all the permission he needs to dive himself in as he moves the thin cotton that separates you from them. 

“I need you… pl… please,” you whisper as Frankie moves his mouth from yours and trails down your neck. Teeth mark at your skin while he nips and sucks at your neck, moving down to your collarbone while pulling at your shirt to expose more skin. 

You hear Frankie whisper between kisses, “Take it off baby, please,” at the same time Pope says, “fuck I need to taste you.” 

You just nod and scramble to remove your own clothes, followed by Frankie’s. Pope, however, pauses before removing his shirt and pants, almost like he’s contemplating the entire thing all over again but when your eyes meet his, you realize he’s practically drooling over your naked figure in front of him. You’re laid out on the bed for the two of them, body bare and ready. 

Pope licks his lips and a smile pulls over his face, “god damn it, Frankie. You’re a lucky son of a bitch Fish.”

Frankie nods, pulling back to admire you, “just wait until you feel her.” 

Pope strips out of his clothes, tossing them all aside while you just sit and watch, barely concentrating between Frankie’s tongue over your breasts and his fingers squeezing at your thighs. You don’t miss it though, the moment his boxers come down his surprisingly tan legs and the part you’re craving to see springs from the confines of the cotton.

You swallow your nerves at the sight of him. While Frankie was girthy and well-sized, Pope had slightly more on him than you’d ever seen. Frankie was the largest you’d ever been with and the idea of being with both of them at the same time was overwhelming. The tip bobbed with his pulse, a small bead forming at the tip from his own arousal. 

You look at both men, eyes heavy and half-lidded as you feel the bed sink with Pope’s body. He crawls up, planting kisses on each thigh as he worked his way up to the apex of your thighs. Frankie smiles as a breathy moan escapes during the first lap of your folds. He watches his best friend work his magic on you, Pope’s tongue sliding between them as he massages your clit.

“Oh.. oh! Pope… I - fuck,” your back arches as his lips latch on and tug at your flesh. Your hands fly forward to tug at his hair, “fuck that feels so good. Yes, just li-like… just like that.”

You feel his tongue swirl and flip and dive as he drank you in. Eventually, you moaned so loud and pulled so hard at his hair that he hissed in pain, making you jerk to him when he pulled away. 

“I need to be inside her,” Frankie announced as they both rearranged you so that Frankie was behind you and lining up with your entrance while Pope was in front of you. The familiar sound of the tearing of foil makes you smile that even though you and Frankie had been together for a while, he was still careful enough to use protection. Pope the same, not that you expected any different from the two of them. 

Your thoughts are quickly turned away as you feel a slight burning deep in your core. A gasp escapes your lips as Frankie fills you, stretching your pussy out in the way you loved from him as you throw your head back against his shoulder while he moves in an attempt to rearrange your guts. You hear the soft grunts from behind you, the ones that you’ve heard a thousand times. 

Pope watches the two of you moving, his hand gripping himself as he strokes and tugs at his own cock. His eyes are practically dripping with lust while he watches your bodies dance together. He smirks, eyes half-closed, and shivers when you let out yet another moan, your fingers reaching out to him to feel him under the pads of your fingertips. 

Then you hear Pope speak up, a soft question, but one that you don’t miss, “think she can take more?”

Your eyes snap open and look at him, shocked, “wh.. What?” 

“Do you think you can? I want to feel you stretched to the brim,” he leans forward and takes your chin roughly in his hand, pulling your mouth up to his, and whispers into your lips, “I want to feel you come apart.” 

His eyes turn to Frankie who has his teeth sunk into your shoulder as he stretches you, grunting into your ear, “do you want this? Do you want to cross off that item on your bucket list?” 

You nervously laugh because as you palm Pope’s cock you’re realizing there’s no earthly way they will both fit. There’s no possible scenario where this will end up with them shoved deep inside your stomach and stretching you in a way you’d dreamt of in fantasy’s but never had the opportunity. Sure, it was on this crazy bucket list you had, the idea of taking two men at the same time. 

“I am not going to do it without your-” Pope hisses as you take him in your mouth, looking up at him through your lashes. “God damn your mouth is so good,” he hisses as you take him into your throat as far as you can. 

His hand wraps around your chin again as he pulls you back, “will you let us both fuck you?” 

You nod hesitantly but Frankie can feel the rush of wet that slicks your walls as you agree and it just makes him grunt into your ear and whisper, “good girl.”

You feel Pope settle in as Frankie rolls you so you’re on top of him with his legs hanging off the bed so Pope could stand behind you two. The stimulation causing each and every nerve in your body to ignite. You feel fingers at your entrance, pushing in with Frankie’s slow and methodical movements. The stretch makes you gasp loudly as Frankie takes his hands and spreads you wider to prep you for Pope. 

“God you’re so fucking perfect, you know that?” Pope whispers behind you, palming your ass. It’s almost impossible with the stretch practically blinding you but you toss your hair over your shoulder to look behind you as you feel his fingers pump with Frankie’s cock in and out of you. Eventually, you feel the stretch return to the normal feeling of your boyfriend pumping slowly but soon it’s replaced with the head of his cock. 

“Hold still baby, I promise this is going to be…” his voice trailed off as he pushed himself into your center, the tip meeting resistance as he attempts to stretch you out. “Fuck you’re so tight,” they say practically in unison. 

You moan and squirm between the two men as Pope and Frankie push their way into your center, expanding you past the point you thought you were able to. A slight scream escapes your throat when the head of Pope’s cock makes it past the tight band around your pussy, juices leaking down out of you over both their cocks. 

It’s almost too much to handle - this incredible and slightly impossible stretch that was taking over your entire body. You felt it in every fiber of your being, this indescribable burn that filled you all the way up. You could feel them pushing into you simultaneously and it makes you grip the sheets beneath Frankie and cry out, tears pricking at your eyes with the pain. 

Pope begins to move and suddenly the pain makes a turn, like a light switch that suddenly turned on, and with each thrust, pleasure explodes from your core. Your whimpers turn to moans as the center of your pleasure starts to climb rapidly with each thrust from the men. It was almost too much to take when you find yourself on the edge of the cliff and 

The spring that’s coiled inside you snaps and you explode, shattering into a million pieces. It takes you by surprise as the men speed up, a rapid pace pushing and pulling, beating up the walls of your cunt as you ride out your orgasm but then it happens. The gush of wetness that spills from you. Between the stretching and desperation, the ferocious pace set by the men, and your own climax, they’ve driven you to squirt. 

It took you completely by surprise but the men that were deep inside you both groaned, your cunt squeezing them desperately in an attempt to either keep them buried in you or push them out. Either way, it was making your body shake and convulse, your core slicker than you’ve ever felt it as all of your energy drains out with their cocks. 

You collapse against Frankie’s chest, feeling his breath rise and fall as Pope pulls out and finds his own release over your back as he groans in ecstasy. Frankie isn’t far behind the two of you, his hips giving a few short thrusts before he’s pulling himself out and releasing into his fist with a loud groan, his teeth sinking into the flesh between your neck and shoulder. 

The three of you are spent, Pope laying back on the bed before realizing you’re covered in him and Frankie and need to be cleaned. As your eyes close, you hear them whispering praise, what a good girl you were to take them like that, how perfect your body is, how incredible you are for doing this. It warms you, making your chest flutter with the praise. 

Pope runs to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth to clean everyone as Frankie strokes his clean hand through your hair, whispering in your ear over and over, “such a good girl for me, I’m so proud of you…” And he was, proud that is. He was so proud of you as you let them clean you up and fell blissfully asleep between them. He was proud of you for trying something new and for taking them with such willingness. The last thing you remember before you fell asleep was the soft kiss on your head as Frankie rubbed your back, whispering how much he loved you and can’t believe how amazing you are. 

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Slip Up

Warning: Smut

Dinner at home with your significant other this evening was very enjoyable and you were happy to share the evening with the man that you loved dearly.

 "The food is delicious, Seonghwa." You comment at random, cleaning your plate of everything that was on it.

 "I'm glad my queen is enjoying my cooking." Seonghwa replied with an approving smile.

 "I'm not a queen." You roll your eyes, feeling a tint of color bloom on your cheeks. 

"You're my queen." Your significant other replied firmly, his eyes staring at you as if the weight of his stare would add credibility to his statement.

 "Uh... How has your day been, babe." You change the subject, knowing that you couldn't argue with Seonghwa without losing.

 "Right now is the best part of my day." He answered sincerely, staring into your eyes and leaving you dizzy from the look in them.

 "How has my baby been since the last time we've been together?" Seonghwa enquired, being completely attentive as you thought for a moment. 

"Well I started taking birth control recently..." You blurted out, not thinking over the consequences of voicing your thought out loud. 

"Baby you started what?" His expression was almost comical, the bewildered eyes, the look of disbelief written on his face because he thought you was going to wait a long time to share intimacy with him.

 "I started birth control..." Your entire face suddenly became flushed all over with color. 

"Why darling?" Seonghwa pressed slightly, having a feeling that you may have been anticipating taking things to another level in your relationship with him.

 "In case... You know, in case we ever... yeah......" You lowered your eyes, afraid to say what needed to be said. 

"In case we ever what?" He gazed at you, his pupils dilating with desire as he studied how adorable you were whenever he questioned you. 

"In case we ever had sex... I wanted to feel everything..." Tears of embarrassment streamed from your eyes as you played with your hands in your lap.

 "You want me to come inside of you?" Seonghwa asked in an even tone, trying to get a handle as to what you meant by 'everything'.

 The question turned you on more than you could handle and a needy moan fell from your lips, answering Seonghwa's question without saying a word.

 You stared at him sheepishly, the shit eating grin that was now plastered on his face angered you and the result of it was you becoming aware of how wet you were becoming as you thought about his cum filling you and mingling with your own come.

 "Is that what you want, baby?" Seonghwa growled, analyzing your face for what you truly want.

 "It-it is..." You bit down hard on your lip, trying to distract yourself from the throbbing sensation that made it hard for you to think about anything except your significant other making love to you.

 "Why don't we go somewhere so that I can give my little girl what she deserves." He smirked as he stood waiting for you to do the same thing but you suddenly felt too weak to stand. You attempted to stand on your own two feet but you faltered, almost sitting back down immediately. 

"Allow me to carry my needy princess to bed." Seonghwa cooed, scooping you into his arms and carrying you to your bedroom. You felt anxious and excited at what Seonghwa was about to do and you were dripping even more in anticipation of his cock.

 "Please put me down." You requested as he approached the bed, still carrying you like royalty. 

"Can you stand on your own, baby?" Seonghwa placed your feet on the floor while keeping his arm around your waist, exciting tingles to run down your back.

 "Y-yeah..." You nodded, looking up at Seonghwa's face and feeling yourself go weak again as you realized the difference in your height and his. 

"Oh..." You were taken by surprise by Seonghwa pressing you in the direction of the bed, the back of your knees pressing against the edge of the mattress as he looked down at you, coaxing the sensation of butterflies to circulate through your stomach as you gazed up at him, peering into his dark eyes. His hand moved to the back of your head, drawing you closer to him until your lips met hi. in a possessive kiss.

 "Mmm~" You moaned into him, feeling yourself grow dizzy from the warm contact his lips and the thought of being drowned by him beneath his height made your knees give way, prompting you to collapse onto the bed located behind your body.

 "Was that all my baby wanted?" Seonghwa stared down at you in amusement as he trailed his fingers along your throat, toying with the collar of your shirt.

 "N-no... I need..." Your throat instinctively closed, forcing you to stop speaking in the middle of your sentence.

 "What do you need? I can't satisfy your needs if you don't tell me." Seonghwa glided his hands along your arms, encouraging goosebumps to rise up on your skin while a contradicting sense of comfort settled in your chest. 

"I need y-your cock now, daddy." You struggled to speak, feeling the blood rush to your face as the humiliation of your admission arose in your mind.

 "My babygirl is so specific when she states what she wants." Seonghwa chuckled darkly, moving away from you. 

"Strip." He ordered, to which you complied, quickly peeling the clothes off of your frame while your significant other removed his own clothes. You gasped out when Seonghwa grasped your body, drawing you towards his body before guiding you to lie down on the bed. He hovered over your body, his already erect length pressing into your stomach and prompting an intense rush of heat to resonate in your pelvis, tightening a knot that you felt forming deep inside of you.

 "Please y-your... c- FUCK AH!!!" You squealed out as Seonghwa suddenly pushed the tip of his cock into your entrance, slowly stretching your hole to conform to his girth. The burn of your heat stretching as he pushed forward was enough for your toes to curl and your hips to elevate slightly, your body being conflicted with the pleasure and pain of being filled without much foreplay.

 You silently reminded yourself that you were impatient for his cock and that was why you was suffering now.

 "P-please move daddy..." Your breath hitched in your throat, feeling his length rub against your wet walls, caressing the nerves that craved more contact from his sex. 

"My babygirl's cunt is so tight, fits around my cock like a glove." Seonghwa's eyes were narrowed as he immediately snapped his hips forward, the head of his member pushing against your sweet spot almost immediately which caused your mouth to fall open and a sweet sound to fall from your lips in response to his action. The next strokes of his cock were purposely aimed lower, determined to not allow you to orgasm after only a few moments of stimulation. 

"So beautiful..." Seonghwa released a low growled. 

"My little girl is such a cumslut, isn't she?" He brought his face near yours, peering into your eyes and secretly adoring the innocent look that reflected through the lust in your pupils. 

"Y-yes I want you to fill my pussy up w-with your cum..." You were almost gurgling and was moaning loudly from the rough tempo of his thrusts into your slick heat, the sloppy sounds of his length aggressively penetrating your sex was encouraged your walls to tighten while you basked in the pleasurable sensations of his cock pressing against your sweet spot again. 

"Such a beautiful innocent girl speaking so filthy about what she wants." Seonghwa gave a toothy grin, showcasing the predatory look in his eyes that sent chills down your spine. 

"I had no idea my little girl wanted me to taint her so much." He brought his mouth down to yours, melding his lips to yours in a kiss that made you feel as if you would fall through the mattress. 

Your lips moved naturally against his kisses, moaning into him while his ownership of your mouth triggered you to spasm all around his cock. The cries of ecstasy that followed were swallowed by your significant other, which didn't deter him from pounding into you even harder.

 "Gonna cum baby." Seonghwa alerted you hoarsely, bottoming out as deep as he could inside of you and releasing his seed inside of your sex. 

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure while you relished the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you. 

"Oh~" You cooed gently as Seonghwa's sweaty body moved from off of your own body. 

Slowly he pulled out of you, only for your channel to tighten for him to stay inside of you. 

"Your hole is so greedy for my cock. Do you want it again?" He paused his movements and waited for a response.

 "N-no..." You shook your head, watching Seonghwa as he pulled completely out of you, allowing his sticky hot cum to drip from your heat. 

"Mmm~" You moaned, feeling ribbons of his seed slide down your sex and coat your anal entrance. 

"I love how you're filled so full of my come that you just can't hold anymore." Seonghwa murmured with pride as he brought a warm cloth to clean his juices from your heat. You pouted at the loss of feeling his come against your skin but he erased the thought when he lied down beside you, wanting to feel your warm body next to him during the blissful moment. 

"Are you okay baby?" He asked tenderly, resting your head against his bare chest.

 "Mmhm I'm fantabulous." You nodded with a giggle, absentmindedly tracing your fingers around his naval. 

"Huh? What's that?" Seonghwa raked his fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face before grasping your hand in his own. 

"It's a mixture of the words 'Fantastic' and 'Fabulous'." You giggle louder, to which Seonghwa thought was adorable.

 "But you were referring to how you're feeling, not if you were okay." Seonghwa clarified with an annoying smile. 

"You know I can't think when I've been fucked senseless." You snapped playfully, listening to his heartbeat thrum against your ear. 

"My baby tells the truth after I've fucked her senseless." He grinned cockily, marveling at how adorable you were when you least expected it. 

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Relief

Dreamcatcher SuA/Kim Bora

6323 words

Categories: male reader, smut

18+

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  You were not having it today. Between the never-ending stacks of work that only seemed to increase daily, your worthless interns that never wanted to do anything, or your boss never being satisfied despite you being one of the hardest workers, you had enough of today.

This was not your typical nine to five job, and the work was exhausting. The only thing that kept you from storming out was the fact that you needed money, and the gorgeous woman who had been your coworker of many years, Kim Bora.

The two of you were the only bilingual speakers in the company, which naturally meant that you were saddled with the most work. You always stayed much later than every other worker in the company, especially after your douchebag of a boss left. Most work days turned into nights, and you often left long after the sun had set.

The pay wasn't worth the hours stolen from you or the stress, but it would take time to find a different job in this line of work. And you weren't sure you could convince Bora to go with you, so you dealt with it for the time being, taking each day at a time.

Your eyes glazed over at the stack of translation work that you had yet to put a dent in. You huffed and looked over and your coworker who seemed to be just as exhausted as you were.

"We should call it a night, we're not going to get much more done tonight," you said, looking at the time and frustrated with the lack of progress.

"You're right," Bora said, as she spun around in her chair, her frustrations mirrored your own. The large task at hand being shared without any additional help was not going to done anytime soon.

The two of you packed up and finally left the exhausting work day, not realizing that it was so late that most public transportation had shut down already. You both had long commutes, living on the outskirts of the city in order to save on rent.

"I didn't even know it was so late. We should just get a hotel," Bora said.

"A hotel?" you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"it's really late, I don't think any buses or trains are still running so we'd have to both walk all the way home, and I'm sure that's the last thing we both want to do."

"That's not a bad idea. Sure."

There was probably some type of regulation that went against spending a night together in a hotel room with a female coworker, but you didn't care. It seemed like an innocent enough idea. Bora picked a nearby hotel, and even though you offered to pay your share, she paid for the room since the idea was hers. With two room keys in hand you both stepped into an elevator, venting frustrations on the way up to your room several floors up.

The hotel room was fairly standard, nicely decorated with dark colors, two beds with a large enough tv in the middle and a balcony that had a nice view that overlooked the city. You dropped your bags and shoes at the door, finding solace in the soft comfortable bed that you laid down on.

Bora took more time to inspect the room before getting comfortable, removing her outer shirt and kicking her heels off, walking on the soft carpet barefoot. She took an impressed look at the bedroom before situating herself on the empty bed.

"Not bad."

Bora grabbed the remote from the end table and looked for something on TV that took her mind of things, scrolling through of baking shows and movies and seemingly endless entertainment before settling on something whatever just to have something on in the background.

"You can come sit with me. I don't bite, " Bora said as she looked to your side, patting the bed beside her. You hesitated for a brief moment before climbing off the bed and joined Bora on top of the covers, complying with her request. She smiled as you joined her, and you felt a bit of the days tension disappearing.

You were close with Bora and while you had worked together for years, you were still just friends. Friends and coworkers that shared the same frustrations, the same stress, and the same shitty boss that deserved a kick to the groin once in a while.

"I don't know about you, but I'm still pretty tense. Work has me completely fried," Bora said, eyes focused on the tv but occasionally looking back towards your own to catch a glance. It was in that moment that you had realized just how pretty they were.

"You could take a long hot shower, steam up the bathroom real nice."

"That sounds great, but I don't have clothes to change into," she said, with a disappointed look on her face. You only had the clothes on your back and your bags from work, and none of the shops would be open at this time.

"Right. Guess I don't either."

"I have a better idea," Bora said, with a look in her eyes you hadn't seen before and a smirk a mile wide.

"What do you have in mind?"

Bora paused before answering, keeping that devilish look stationed on her face. "There's just two of us, this beautiful room, and this large cozy bed."

"Go on."

"Let's burn off all of this stress."

Bora tossed the remote to the side, keeping her gaze in your direction as she awaited your response. These weren't innuendos she was tossing out, even if Bora was being coy about it, you both knew that this was leading up to one thing - nothing more but hot and eventual sex.

You flashed Bora a look of acceptance, and she was quick to respond as she pounced on you and straddled your lap. You stared into each others eyes for a brief moment, assuring each other that you were both ready and willing what was about to take place.

Bora cupped the side of your face and you felt her lips meeting your own, moving rather aggressively as you felt her tongue in your mouth. You returned her kiss, letting her take control as you grabbed onto her small waist, embracing her as you felt her petite body in your own hands.

Distracted by the intense and passionate liplock Bora had on you, she found the buttons on your dress shirt, quickly undoing them one by one and stripping the shirt off your shoulders and tracing your chest with one fingertip, her touch driving you wild already. Bora's lips widened at your state of undress as she broke the kiss and planted her soft lips a few times on your bare chest, straightening her back and grabbing the hem of her the black shirt underneath and tossing it out of sight.

"Bet you've been dying to see these," Bora said, as she reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra with one hand, running the other through light colored locks in an attempt to seduce you even more. Bora dressed conservatively at work, rarely showing off that bountiful cleavage, instead opting for tight blouses that showed the outline of her voluptuous breasts, which was its own torturous tease.

"You have no idea."

Bora took her sweet time and moved painfully slow, each thin strap feeling like hours taken to move down her shoulders while she watched your tense reaction and the desperation taking over your features. While she disposed of her bra still kept up the teasing and her breasts covered with her hands, further prolonging what she knows you were dying to see.

That same smirk rested on her lips until she felt the time was right, keeping the anticipation level high. When the moment finally came, Bora removed her small hands from her chest and lifted her arms up and behind her head, causing her delicious bare breasts to bounce in finally in their full glory and displayed for your eyes only.

Bora had an amazing body hidden away from you, and underneath her pesky top was a full package, beautiful milky skin, perfect round breasts and a tight toned tummy that gave you some serious regret from taking this long to see it exposed.

"I can't believe you've been hiding these tits all these years, Kim Bora."

Bora chuckled. "They're all yours now," she said, eyes beckoning you to feel her up. You did so without hesitation, running your hands up the warm skin of her upper torso and cupping her soft breasts, squeezing and massaging them and feeling every bit of delight in how they felt against your palms.

Bora watched on as you admired her tits, using every moment as you fondled her chest and played with her cute pink nipples, pinching the stiffening nubs as her body jerked and released a soft moan in response. With both warm mounds in your hands, you couldn't wait for a taste and dove in, running your tongue between her plentiful cleavage a lick and leaving a trail of saliva that glistening in the bright hotel light.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," you said, as you brought your tongue around one of Bora's now fully hard nipples, swirling around it to earn another moan from her as she cradled your head as you took care in feasting on her yummy breasts.

"All you had to do was ask."

It was a rare moment in which you found yourself speechless, instead of a punchy comeback you took Bora's slippery nipple in between your lips, suckling on it deeply as she whined and whimpered at the stimulation.

You took your time as you sucked on Bora's tits with an insatiable hunger, alternating and as you firmly held them in your hands as you played with them, no plans on stopping until her beautiful pink nipples were swollen and covered in spit. Bora's cries of pleasure encouraging your messy slurps and licks as every intense slurp caused her to express her satisfaction into your ears.

"Seems like you're enjoying my tits," Bora said, lips forming a smirk as she felt your bulge coming to life through the fabric of your pants. You kept your attention on those beautiful bare breasts, lips still attached to her delicious nipples and giving long and messy slurps that made you never want to leave the comfort of her ample chest.

"Let me help you out with that," Bora said, as she started grinding on your lap, feeling your rock hard erection poking her make its intent to be freed known. While you could have spent the entire night with your lips around Bora's breasts, you were ready for more as you let go and she dismounted your lap, climbing off the side of the bed as she dropped to her knees on the hotel's soft carpet.

You sat up and swung your legs over, scooting to the edge of the bed to meet her gaze. Bora couldn't help but stare at the bulge in your pants as she unbuckled your belt, undoing your pants and making sure to catch your boxers at the same time as she yanked both down and off your body. Bora gasped and her eyes lit up at the sight of your unleashed cock, rock hard and throbbing already.

"All these years working together and this is the first time I'm seeing this cock?"

"All you had to do was ask," you said, smiling as you echoed her earlier words.

Bora licked her lips as she initiated first contact, keeping her touch light and gentle as she used one finger to slowly trail up and down your length, tracing the outline of your swollen cockhead as precum escaped and leaked over it.

She smiled as she teased you, watching your eyes plead for more as Bora grabbed your cock with a tight grip and wrapped her slender fingers around your rock hard shaft, pumping her warm and soft hand up and down as she used her thumb to spread around your precum, causing you to moan as she stroked every inch of you.

"You're so fucking hard," Bora said with a grin, as she stroked your throbbing erection from tip to base, working your shaft in a slow delicate motion, twisting around with every downstroke as more moans escaped from you.

Bora gave your cock several pleasurable strokes, letting a bit of saliva fall from her mouth to help lubricate your shaft as she gave a soft kiss to the tip of your leaking cock, slowly building up every bit of pleasure.

"You like that?"

"I do. Feels so good, Bora."

"Good, because it's only going to get better from here."

You gasped as her wet pink tongue travelled from the base of your shaft to tip, moving slowly until she reached your sensitive swollen tip, swirling around it several times and flicking against your dripping slit, proud at how much you were moaning already.

Bora gave an additional kiss on your needy cock, her lips on your swollen head driving you insane with anticipation as you knew what was next. Bora looked up at you, watching the absolute need in your eyes as she took your cock into her wet hungry mouth.

You let out a loud groan, releasing your desperation as Bora's soft lips wrapped tight around your hard needy shaft, pushing forward to take the first couple inches into her warm mouth and giving a feel of no other as her lips applied a deep and thorough suction that was overwhelming already.

She kept the same deliberate pace with her hands as she delivered a soft sensual blowjob, keeping the build up slow which allowed you to time to take in the stimulation. Her pretty lips gently glided up and down your shaft, leaving a trail of glistening saliva behind as she took half of you into her pretty red lips, intently listening to your moans as her warm hands squeezed and stroked your thighs, keeping eye contact the whole time.

"Fuck," you moaned, as Bora gave quick bobs of her head in between your spread legs, leaving one hand resting on your thigh and using the other to fondle your balls, kneading and massaging them and made sure she delivered even more pleasure.

Bora let out her own moan while she continued blowing you, finding pleasure in pleasing your cock, doing everything she could to make you forget about the problems of the workplace, and instead focused on making your cock feel amazing.

Your eyes closed shut, and you groaned at the pleasure in between your legs that Bora gave out. You focused on her warm mouth, the way her lips expertly slid up and down your shaft, the slurping noises that followed, the way her wet tongue playfully flicked against the underside of your cock and every last worry of the night melted away.

When you opened your eyes back up you smiled at the view that greeted you - your coworker of several years on her knees, diligently slurping away and sucking your cock, looking beautiful as she did so. It felt god damn incredible, Kim Bora put just as much effort into giving head as she did any other work, the end result being your deep satisfaction.

You loved her working magic between your spread thighs, content to feel her blowing you as long you could handle it, but you knew she deserved pleasure too.

"Bora."

She looked up with her beautiful round eyes, awaiting your words as she continued sucking you off.

"Bora, let me taste you."

She got the message loud and clear, but her lips still lingered on your shaft for several seconds, not wanting to stop just yet and she gave one long slurp from base to tip as her lips regretfully left your cock.

"You don't have to stop me, I can do this all night," she said, the desire in her voice clear as she furiously stroked your wet hard shaft.

"I wouldn't last all night."

Bora smiled as you helped her up to her feet, unzipping the side of her black skirt as it fell to the ground, leaving her in nothing but a cute black polka dot thong. As she stood up, you saw the desire in her eyes as she wrapped her hands around the back of your neck and brought her lips to your own for another deep kiss. She climbed back on top of the bed, making sure her tight ass was in view as she laid back down, spreading her legs wide and gestured for you to join her.

You did so without a word, admiring every inch of Bora's beautiful body as you knelt just below her spread thighs. You had the golden opportunity to see her beautiful bare legs, no longer hidden and tucked away underneath her work desk.

"I never knew you had such amazing thighs, Bora."

"Seems we're finding out a lot about each other tonight."

That pair of underwear was the final barrier between you and Bora, the one thing that prevented you from obtaining the treat centered between those heavenly thighs. You had to get rid of them at once.  

Not a second went wasted as you grabbed the top of Bora's underwear, hooking fingers in the waistband as she popped her hips to help out. You dragged them down her luscious legs and off her, leaving her perfect body fully naked and all yours to enjoy.

Bora bit her lip as she bared every inch of bare skin to you, her lust-filled gaze on yours as you felt up her smooth legs. Your attention was held on her thick creamy thighs, keeping them spread wide as you got your first glimpse of Bora's beautiful pussy, her pink lips glistening wet and inviting.

You couldn't resist placing several kisses on her inner thighs to warm her up, her breath hitching as she felt your lips on them, moaning softly and you couldn't get enough of her delicious thighs.

Soft kisses turned into deep kisses, and gentle licks turned into deep sucks, feeling Bora continuing to squirm as you ate her delicious thighs up. Several wet kisses later her thighs glistened with spit, and while you could never have your fill of them, the soft pink flesh above was beckoning for a taste.

"Eat me already," Bora begged, growing impatient and restless with every touch.

You kept one hand on Bora's warm thigh as you traced the outline of her pretty pussy with a fingertip, moving inside her slit and teasing her folds that were abundant with slick as her wetness collected on your finger.

Bora was becoming a mess at your hands and you sensed her yearning for your touch as you slipped the same finger inside her, entering one knuckle deep but only inside for a moment to feel her tightness before withdrawing, earning a cute whine from her lips.

"Please..." Bora pleaded, desperately seeking more but you ignored her, keeping her pleasure at bay at your own pace.

You continued with just one finger, moving deeper each time, feeling her get wetter with each insertion and one more joined as you curled two fingers deep inside Bora, rocking for one moment before withdrawing again and having your fill of teasing as she was left frustratingly empty.

With your fingers coated with Bora's slick you presented them to her to clean off, wanting her juices from the source as she licked and sucked them clean, tasting herself with no objections.

You wanted to give Bora the same pleasure in return as you brought your mouth to Bora's pussy and gave an initial lick from bottom to top of her slit, hearing a needy gasp escape from her lips.

The first taste was delicious, and you required more as you licked in between Bora's folds, cleaning her juices off and earning the loudest moan of the night.

The taste of Bora's pussy was unforgettable and you dove straight in, eating her pussy with an insatiable appetite as her thighs wrapped around your face, the incredible warmth of them securing you in between.

Bora's satisfied moans continued as you devoured her pussy, tongue painting up and down with furious swipes until you tasted every inch of her delectable pussy. You looked up at Bora, at the pleasure contorting her face, and looked back down and the swollen pink clit that adorned the hood of her pussy.

You licked several lazy circles around the engorged nub before taking it into your mouth and securing your lips around it, applying firm pressure as Bora jerked and squealed while you felt her thighs squeezing tighter around your head.

"Oh my god, that tongue is amazing. Don't you fucking stop."

You couldn't stop eating out Bora even if you wanted to. Her sweet juices entered your mouth as you slurped on her clit, nonstop moans left her lips, giving her every ounce of pleasure she deserved. The warmth of her thighs never left your face as you ate her out, she grabbed a handful of hair, not enough to hurt but for a much needed outlet from the intense pleasure sweeping up her body.

You were relentless in eating her cunt, alternating between deep swipes of her clit and intense slurps, feeling her juices bathing you as her moans became more needy and she became putty in your hands.

Bora grew wetter by the second, her delicious juices seeping out, her thighs smothering you and you knew it couldn't be much longer.

"Oh my god, I'm-I'm going to cum!"

Bora grabbed onto the back of your head as you brought her to climax, her wonderful thighs suffocating you as her explosive orgasm took control over her body. Her back arched high and her thighs vibrated wildly, shrill uncontained pleasure escaping her lips as she came hard into your mouth.

Bora rocked her hips and rode her orgasm out by grinding her pussy on your face, coming down from her high as she giggled at the mess left all over your face. In return you licked her clean, licking up the juices on her folds and thighs, making sure nothing was wasted.

You gave Bora's amazing thighs a few more kisses, her sensitivity at maximum level which forced her to stop you as she playfully pushed your face away, her chest and those delicious breasts still heaving as she attempted to catch her breath.

"It's been a long time since someone made me cum like that," Bora said, her breath still heavy and her cute voice a step lower.

"It helps when you taste as good as you do. I could eat you out for hours, Miss Bora."

"I'll hold you to that."  

Bora had recovered enough that she was more than ready to keep going, looking down at you still between her crotch as you caressed her pillowy thighs and awaited her instructions.

"Time to burn all that stress off. Let me ride you. Let me feel that hard fucking cock inside me for the first time."

"It would be my pleasure."

You exchanged places without a word and Bora straddled you again, this time without clothes to interfere as your naked bodies pressed together.

Bora prepared herself as she stroked your cock, still hard as ever as she lined it up with with her entrance. You had both equally teased each other when you performed oral, but thankfully neither of you seemed to have to patience for that anymore.

"This is going to feel really good," Bora said, beaming with confidence as you felt your cock nudge up against her slippery lips. You both shared lustful exchanges, anticipating the moment as Bora shifted her weight down and pushed her small body down, causing mutual gasps as you slipped inside her tight pussy and entered her intimate warmth for the first time.

Bora took all the time necessary to adjust, finding the right angle as she placed her hands on your bare chest and pushed her body down and taking more of you inside her, the warmth and tightness of her pussy that wrapped around your shaft making you crazy already.

Always wanting more, Bora lifted her body up until just the tip of your cock was left inside her, you shaft glazed with her sweet juices already. She bit her lip deeply as her body lowered all the way down, her knees hitting the mattress as she slammed down and impaled herself to the hilt with your cock, filling her body with every inch of you.

"Oh fuck," Bora said, letting out a long drawn out moan as she started to bounce on your cock, her silky walls squeezing tight. You grabbed onto her waist, trying to find something to offset the sharp pleasure that was running up your spine.

"You feel really good inside me," Bora said, riding faster and digging her nails into your chest, struggling to keep her eyes open. For such a small girl, she seemed to have no trouble taking your dick inside her, fueled by pure arousal she rode your cock with such a fury, her ass smacked up against your crotch while her tits bounced hypnotically, putting on a show for you.

"You ride me so well, Bora. You like riding that cock?"

"God yes, I do. You feel so fucking big inside me. Most guys can't last ten seconds when I ride them."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. Not one of them could last as long as you have."

"I can see why. You're so fucking tight, Bora."

"I am, I bet I'm the tightest you've ever been with. You like how that tight pussy feels?"

"Fuck yes I do."

Bora became more dominant as she rode you at a relentless pace, keeping the tempo fast and steady as she used your cock to release all her frustrations and stress. You were more than content to lay there and be at her will, watching her pretty face filled with bliss as she brought herself edging close to her second orgasm of the night.

"I'm close. Make me cum. Make me cum all over that that cock."

The harsh slapping sounds of skin against skin echoed around the room, Bora bounced so roughly on your dick that the bed began to squeak in rhythm, and you wrapped your hands around her waist tighter and felt the sweat forming on her warm flushed skin as your bodies were lost in pleasure.

Bora's whines and moans got deeper and louder as she reached her peak, eyes widening, and her breath weakening, as your hands moved from her waist to her ass, squeezing it to help keep her in place in those last final moments before climax.

"Oh fuck!"

You felt the nails placed on your chest digging deeper, the silky walls around your cock pulsating as Bora came again harder and messier. Her body shook and the bed joined as her climax hit like a tidal wave, you kept a firm grasp on her ass to keep yourself planted inside her, making sure every second of orgasm was memorable as she rode it out, soaking your crotches and making an absolute mess on your cock.

With Bora greedily taking her second orgasm, she is finally able to open her eyes and look up at you with glazed over eyes, drunk on bliss and panting heavily. Her mouth stays open as she struggles to catch her breath, and finally is able to form words once again.

"Fuck, t-that... was amazing. Your cock... is amazing."

Bora ran a hand through her messy hair, as she regained strength, her glowing skin making her look sexier than ever.

"Your turn. Take me however you want."

"I want you from behind."

Bora gingerly lifted her body off of your cock, and you watched her remove herself from your shaft, still an absolute mess and stained with her juices. She got into the most perfect position on her hands and knees, lowering her head and raising that tight ass up in the air, ready to be taken.

You lined up behind her shapely body, dangerous curves in view and the womanly features designed to arouse you working overtime. It was a lot to take in but you had your full attention on that beautiful wet pussy that wasn't going to stay empty for much longer.

"Stop staring and come shove that big dick back inside me," Bora said, the look in her eyes not asking, but demanding to be taken like she deserved.

You needed to be inside her again just as much as she needed you to be, holding one of her hips as you took your stiff cock and readied it against her tight entrance the intoxicating warmth of her tight hole making its presence felt.

You didn't keep her waiting anymore as you slammed your hips forward and made Bora take every inch of your cock inside her tight cunt, she let out a loud gasp as you filled her to the hilt with ease. She looked back with seductive eyes that let you know it was more than okay to continue.

Bora felt much tighter in this position, her pussy dripping wet after two orgasms which allowed for deeper penetration as you thrusted your whole length into her body and established a rhythm. Judging by the noises that left her mouth, she could take it like a champ and there was no need to let up.

"Fuck me with that big cock...ravage me."

It was something else hearing those words from your coworker, her perceived innocence at best a facade, Bora had needs and you were going to do everything to fulfill them.

Motivated by the lewd words that left Bora's sinful lips and with both hands gripping her hips, you pulled out all the way until you saw the very tip of your cock, still seeing the visible juices coating your cock and slammed back in, filling Bora up as she let out a very needy moan. Her walls wrapped around you, her pretty pussy lips gripped your cock tight as you pistoned your hips and began pounding into her, burying your cock as deep into her body as you could.

"Fuck, oh fuck! That feels so good, fuck me just like that!"

Bora's moans were music to your ears, the slick warmth of her tight pussy keeping you deep inside as you gave her a much needed fucking, enjoying the comfort of her body. You listened to every lustful sound that ejected from her sweet lips but you needed more, building up each strong thrust in succession until you fucked Bora a little harder and a little faster, until you were roughly slamming and stretching out her slippery wet pussy in such a harsh rhythm that the creaks and squeaks of the bed became worrying, and you hoped that it would hold.

It was late night, and although there probably weren't that many people staying in a hotel on a weeknight you hoped the walls were thick enough that your loud noises of sex didn't bother the other guests. If not, then you hoped they enjoyed the free show.

You found yourself obsessed with Bora's body, the sinful curves of her body, the way her sweaty soft skin became flushed, and the silky tightness of her pussy and how wet she was for you, all other thoughts of the day vanished. It was at this point that you put in as much power into your thrusts, knowing you couldn't last much longer than a few more minutes. Her hands scrambled for the sheets, and as you rammed every inch into the warm depths of her pussy, gasps and erotic moans turned into screams, the sounds you were dying to hear.

"You're so deep, oh my fucking god, you're so deep!"

At this rate Bora was going to have trouble walking tomorrow, but it would be all worth it for one one night of intense stress relief.

It was getting harder to breathe at this point, your stamina was depleting and you didn't know how much more you could hold out. Your bodies how became hotter as you felt the beads of perspiration on your forehead, and saw the lower back of Bora slicken with sweat which honestly turned you on even more.

You two grew tired, an echo of gasps and tired moans filled the room along with the sounds of your sweaty bodies colliding. Bora was spent from double orgasms, but she was eager to feel yours.

You didn't want the warmth and wetness surrounding your dick to go away, or the constant moans out of her lips to stop. You looked for something to distract yourself from the intense tightness swallowing your dick, focusing on Bora's tight round ass as her cheeks jiggled with every harsh thrust. You gave her rear one small spank, followed by another, causing her ass to ripple as you tested the waters, delighted by the approving look she gave.

So you continued, after every few thrusts you gave a slap on that perfect ass of hers, not hard enough to sting but enough to give some extra pleasure. Bora's loud cries of ecstasy were the cue that she was being pleasured perfectly, with every exit out of her pussy left the two of you to anticipate the next thrust, to feel that incredible tightness and clenching of her dripping walls as you filled her with your full length.

Bora was completely lost in the pleasure, her mind completely blank and focusing for the stiff cock that remained deep inside her that caused squeals of delight that escaped with such high volume that became worrisome to her as her head dropped in between her hands in an attempt to silence herself without success.

After the apex of one of your hardest thrusts, Bora's body tensed up and without warning she came again for the third time with almost deafening squeals and screams, this time the hardest climax of night as her limbs turned into jelly and felt useless.

The force of Bora's third orgasm caused the pressure in your body to push past your limits, and   between the harsh rhythm you fucked Bora with, the loud screams from her lips and creaks of the bed and the way her sweaty soft skin felt as you kept a tight grip on her wide hips you simply couldn't take much more.

"Are you...are you... going to cum?" Bora asked in between deep heavy breaths, sensing it as well. Not that it was hard to tell given the way you were twitching inside her with every thrust.

"Yes, I'm about to fucking explode. Where do you want me to cum?"

"Inside, don't you dare pull out. Blow your fucking load in me."

You are more than thankful at her response, as it certainly would have been impossible to finish anywhere else at this point in time. You stopped trying to delay the inevitable and enjoyed the last few moments of pleasure inside Bora, keeping a tight squeeze on her hips as you gave the harshest thrusts of the night, drilling into her tight dripping cunt with as much force as you had left.

It took less than a handful of thrusts as you climaxed and ensured every last inch was kept inside Bora as you erupted with a grunt and filled Bora's tight pussy with cum, filling her walls with every thick spurt of your hot load as you moaned in unison, depositing every drop of your sticky semen into her body to mix with her juices to create the perfect combination inside her tight fucked hole.

"I love how warm it feels," Bora remarked, completely spent but with just enough energy to enjoy the messy load that you left inside her pussy. Inch by inch you retreated your depleted cock until it was outside of the warmth of Bora, watching as the thick cum deposited inside her freshly fucked pussy began to slowly leak out of her, making a mess on her thighs and the hotel sheets underneath that were ruined anyways.

"God...that was...amazing...I definitely don't have any stress left in me."

"Me...neither."

"Maybe we should call in tomorrow. That way you can fuck me again in the morning," Bora said, a devilish grin on her lips again.

"Sounds like the perfect way to start the day," you said, crashing to the bed as Bora followed, her tired sweaty body plopping along against yours.

"Do you want to shower?"

"No...I'm too fucking tired. You wore me out me out, Kim Bora."

"I wore you out? You're the one who gave me such a good pounding. I'm going to be so sore tomorrow."

"Good," you said, with a smile as Bora playfully slapped your shoulder.

It turns out you didn't have to have call in, something about electrical problems that caused the whole workplace to shut down for the day. So you fucked Bora in the morning, ordered room service and fucked her again. You spent the whole day in bed, naked, sticky, and covered with each other's fluids. There was no better way to waste an afternoon.

[rocketmanmadden]

“Please Mommy”

Requested by @lovingtoadwinnereclipse

Can I request Robin x reader smut. Literally up to you for everything else I don’t care I’d just love Robin smut.

Warnings- All smut, Very Dom!Robin, swearing, mommy kink, thigh riding, strap on, basically just pure filth.

A/N- I don’t think I’ll ever get better at coming up with titles, like how can I write a whole ass story but can’t think of a one sentence title. Anyways- I’m gonna bath in holy water after this one brb

“What’s in the box?” You ask your girlfriend Robin as she enters your bedroom carrying a package

“Just a few items to please my baby” she winks

“Can I see the items?” You lean over to her, pulling her and the box onto the bed

“I don’t see why not” she hands you the box

“Holy shit” you eyes light up, not expecting to open it and see that Robin has bought you guys new toys, the new 8 inch strap on really catching your eye. “I wanna try it” you tell her, which to your surprise she says “okay let’s test this bad boy out then”, noticing your eyes widen as the words exit her mouth.

“Really?” Your whole face lights up, just for her to bring it down. “No silly, not really. Did you actually think it would be that easy? You have to earn it” she tells you

“But Robin why” you whine out as she cocks an eyebrow upward. “Because I make the rules, but Robin? Who’s Robin? That’s not my name right now baby girl”

“Damn did she get dominant fast tonight” You think to yourself before trying to get on her good side with an “I’m sorry mommy. What can I do to earn the new present you bought for me?”

She leans in whispering in your ear before tapping on her thigh. “I want you to ride my thigh the same way you’d ride that strap on- if that happens to be the position I choose for you if you earn it. I want you to grind against it hard, moan out and make a pretty little mess on mommy’s leg” she tells you before placing a kiss on your ear. “Once you cum with that, you can cum with me inside you. Sound fair princess?”

“Yes mommy” you nod

“Good. I didn’t really care if you thought it sounded unfair, now stand up and strip your clothes off for me, I want everything on the ground”

You stand up and do exactly what she says, stripping off your clothing one by one. You unbutton and slide your jeans down, then slip your shirt over your head, leaving you stand there in your bra and underwear for a second before Robin breaks the silence saying “what are you waiting for? I think I made it very clear I wanted everything in the ground”

You nod and unhook your bra, sliding each strap down your arm and letting it fall to the floor, your panties soon follow as you pull them down your legs and step out of them.

“So beautiful” Robin says standing up and walking over to you. “So pretty standing here all naughty and naked for me” she cups your breast and kisses your lips. “I want that pretty pussy on my thigh now”, she takes off her pants of her own leaving her in her underwear with her bare, exposed thigh ready for you to get on. She uses one finger to motion you to come towards her, spreading her legs so you can have more room to straddle her.

You hover your sex over her thigh as she runs a finger through your folds causing you to gasp at the sudden feeling “sweet girl, your dripping for me already” she brings the same finger to her mouth, sucking it then releasing it with a pop “taste so sweet, I can’t wait to have it all over my thigh. Are you ready princes?”

You nod, lowering yourself down to her thigh and start slowly grinding against it as Robin runs her down your back to your ass helping you pick up your pace, slapping it a few times along the way.

Your hands are tangled in Robin’s hair, tugging and holding onto it as you ride her thigh. Your face leaning on her forehead, lips just a tiny bit apart from hers, you were a moaning mess into her mouth, getting more wet as she praises you.

“Your so fucking pretty with your pussy dripping and rubbing against my thigh”

“No other girl in the world is sexier than you princess”

“You like this? I bet you do considering all the pretty little noises coming out of your mouth”

You try to answer her but all that comes out of your mouth is moans and staggered breaths followed by “f-feels so g-good”

Robin starts bouncing her leg up and down for extra stimulation as you take one hand out of her hair to rub your clit to add even more, before she quickly smacks it away

“Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?”

“N-no mommy” you moan out

“Then why did you do it?”

“To make it feel even better”

“Then you should’ve asked” she smirks and reaches over into the box that is still on your bed, pulling out a vibrator. “I think this will feel a lot better than your hand baby girl” she turns it on to the highest setting and holds it to your clit, causing you to buck your hips and yelp because of how overstimulated it made you

“Is that what you wanted? Do you feel even better?” Robin says, but all you can do is nod, moan, and whimper. She didn’t like that very much, leading her to grab your face with her hand and staring into your eyes “I asked you a question princess, be polite and use your words” she lets go of your face and watches as you try to speak, finally blurting out a loud “yes!” Robin giggles, “I really love making you speechless”

You grab her shoulders to hold on tighter as you keep riding, starting to slip because of how wet you made her leg. You try to form a sentence but the only word that exits your mouth is a shaky “please”

“Please what my angel?” She asks waiting for a real answer, but still you give her a short phrase. “Please cum”. She nods her head forward, “ah I see. You want me to let you cum princess?” You quickly nod with another “please”. “I don’t see why not. You asked so nicely and rode like such a good girl, I can’t wait to see what you left on my leg baby. Go ahead, cum for me princess.”

That’s all she had to say before you allowed the knot in your stomach to let go, making your whole body shake as you screamed out Robin’s name, along with many curse words, very sloppily still riding her thigh.

You slowly stop panting and Robin kisses your lips. “You rode me like a queen baby girl, now up” she motions her finger upwards. “I can’t wait to see what you did to my leg” she smirks

You get off her leg and her eyes light up, looking down at the slick, wet mess you left on her thigh. “So fucking pretty angel” She runs two fingers over it and puts the to her mouth. “Tastes even better than it looks. Would you like to try some princess?” You nod, “yes please” before she wipes more up and puts her fingers in your mouth, you swirling your tongue around her digits. “Such a naughty girl, tasting yourself like that. I think you earned getting to use your new present” causing you to gain a big smile on your face

She stands up and walks over to the box, whipping her shirt and bra off before finally pulling down her underwear and pulling out the strap on, then putting it on. “Lay on your back baby girl, I want to be on top of you.”

You do exactly what she says, crawling on the bed and laying down, her crawling over and getting on top of you. “I love seeing you all spread out for me, you look so incredibly hot princess” she says slipping two fingers inside of you, pumping in and out. “Do you think your tight little pussy can handle all this? It’s pretty big baby”

“Yes mommy please!” You exclaim. “I can handle it!”

“If you say so princess” she says pulling her fingers out and quickly thrusts in all 8 inches, leading you to cry out an “oh fuck!” trying to get adjusted to the size, then realizing Robin isn't going to give you time to do that. You told her you can handle it, now you have to prove it as she starts picking up the pace, gripping your waist and fucking you faster.

You’re a moaning mess, yelling out strings of

“Feels s-so good”

“Oh my god fuck”

“Please mommy harder!”

“Harder?” She says running a hand up from your waist, over your breast and to your neck, lightly choking you. “You’re such a need little girl today aren’t you?” she growls in your ear, applying more pressure to your neck. “Yes mommy” you whimper out between your moans

She takes her other hand off your waist and your clit, rubbing in harsh circles as she pounds into your g spot. “Are you getting close baby girl? I can hear it in your pretty moans and the look on your fucking face. Do you wanna cum all over my cock?”

You nod and answer her with shaky breaths, “yes mommy please, so bad”

“Tell me about it” she whispers in your ear before biting your lobe. “How bad?”

You let a loud moan out before trying to calm down and answer her, which is really hard to do at the fact she’s still slamming you. “Really really bad” you manage to pant out. “I want to cum on your cock, all for you, I only cum for you. Please mommy please”

“Fine” she smirks at you. “Only because you’ve been so polite and listened like such a good girl tonight. Cum for me baby, cum all over princess” she thrusts a few more times before you scream out, slurring out the word “fuck” multiple times and cum all over the dildo inside of you

She slowly keeps thrusting, letting you come down from the hard orgasm that just hit you, before pulling out and looking down at all your juices on the fake cock.

“I don’t know what’s sexier- the mess you made just now or the one on my leg from earlier” she says removing the strap on and sucking off everything you left on the dildo

“Thank you for the present mommy. I really enjoyed it” You say when you finally regain your breath

“I’m glad you liked it babe, you can go back to calling me Robin now” she chuckles, throwing the strap on down to the floor and flopping beside you in bed.

“But you didn’t even cum yet?” You ask her with a confused tone

“Don’t need to. Pleasing you is the only pleasure I need my dear”

“Are you sure?” You ask her, knowing there has to be something more to this

“Yeah, and if I’m being completely honest, all that thrusting truly is tiring, like a real work out when you aren’t used to it. I just wanna sleep now” she wraps her arm around you cuddling into you, kissing your neck before whispering in your ear. “But you best believe it when I say your gonna make it up to me tomorrow night”

“Can’t fucking wait” you smirk at her

[dontshootmespence]

The Most Natural Thing In The World

Part 5

Summary: An experienced Dom and a virgin meet in a bar. Can he introduce her to a world she’s always imagined but never known before? Is it everything she wanted?

Words: 1,234

Warnings: Ice play, light bondage, blindfolding and glass toys. Research people! Certain things are not safe no matter how sexy they sound.

A/N: My next entry for @cm-kinkbingo​ run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt. This fills my ice play square.

Unfortunately, Spencer’s job keeps him away more often than you want, but you fall into a routine that works for your both. When he is home, it’s less about exploring the lifestyle and more about just being with each other. You want to delve into new things a bit more when he comes home, just because everything you’ve tried up until now has been amazing, but it’s all new for you, so Spencer insists on having more time to relax and experiment. But now the time has finally come to try something you’d never considered before him.

Spencer cradles your face in his hands and kisses your forehead, that now familiar and intoxicating warmth spreading over you. “Be a good girl, go inside and strip and place the blindfold around your head. I’ll make sure it’s tight enough when I come in.”

Stepping on your tip toes, you kiss him quickly before bounding happily into the bedroom, where you strip quicker than you ever have before. You’ve been waiting for the day you and Spencer would have enough time to do this. From the bedroom, you hear his voice loud and crisp and clear. “You know the main aim of playing with temperature is to provoke arousal by using the skin’s neuroreceptors. Stimulation through cold, or heat,” he says with a hint of possibility, “gives the body a rush of sensations that translate into arousal. It’s especially effective when they’re used in tandem or in unpredictable patterns.”

Always info-dumping. Another reason you love him.

You hear the sound of running water and the microwave and are further intrigued. It isn’t something you’d discussed previously, but you trust Spencer with every fiber of your body and you’re ready for anything he has in store. 

As you turn the lights low and slip onto the smooth and almost silky sheets, you hear his footsteps coming closer and closer. Quickly, you pull the blindfold out from the nightstand and tie it around your head. “Ready, Princess?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Just his deliberate and measured movements are enough to heighten your senses. “What’s the safe word?” He asks every time you embark on a new sexy journey. 

“Red, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Anticipation rolls through your blood like a freight train and after what feels like hours you almost want to beg for him to end your suffering, to stop teasing, but you know that will only push him in the opposite direction so you stay silent. You can practically feel his satisfaction as you squirm against the bed. You wonder if your body is blushing as much as you believe it is. Finally, a drop of ice cold water touches your stomach and slowly drips toward your belly button. 

“Like that, love?”

“Yes, Sir. More please.”

“You’re such a good girl. Very polite, as good girls should be.”

Without having to ask, he starts painting you like a canvas. He traces the ice along your stomach, stopping just above where you want it most and moves it toward your neck, pressing heated kisses in your frozen skin. As he creates a gentle suction at the pulse point on your neck, he presses the ice cube against your nipple and holds it in place. “Oh my god! Fuck, Spencer!”

Immediately, he pulls it away. “What was that?”

“Sir! Sorry, Sir. I meant Sir.”

Satisfied, he places the melting cube against your other nipple and checks between your thighs, finding you wet and ready after only a few minutes of play. He places the remainder of the cube in your mouth before grabbing another and laying it in the hollow of your neck, right on your throat. “Hold that there, love. I have to grab something.”

The room smells heady and full of promise as the ice cube melts slowly, leaving a puddle in its wake. You think you hear a condom opening and pray that he isn’t going to stop with the teasing so soon. But you shouldn’t have doubted him even for a second as he returns with an ice cube inside a condom, which he presses into you and lets sit there. 

“Oh fuck, Sir,” you breathe, instinctively trying to close your legs. He playfully smacks your thigh and demands you keep them open so he can watch your arousal pool beneath you. 

“Quiet, love. Take it all in.”

As the cube melts inside you, Spencer paints your body like a canvas again before abruptly removing the ice cube and pressing something else to against your clit. It’s warm and you can’t place what it is until he slips it inside you - a warmed up glass dildo. It slides in and out with ease and although you can’t see him, you know Spencer is smiling, satisfied with himself for bringing out the sounds he wanted to hear. 

He hasn’t given you permission to make noise, so you stifle the moans that threaten to erupt from your body. Somehow he keeps the pace going, the slick glass filling you and stretching you as he teases each nipple with ice cube after ice cube. 

You sense him stand up and suddenly his whispering in your ear. “You can make noise.”

Oh thank God.

Turning your head, you try in futility to groan into a pillow, but it’s nowhere to be found. Instead, you let a cry emanate from between your lips and croak out your question. “Can I come, Sir?”

“Not yet. How close are you, love?”

“So close, Sir.”

“When will you come?”

“When you say I can, Sir.”

“Exactly. And why is that?” It takes a few moments for you to form a proper sentence. His pace is relentless. You’re hot and cold at the same time - nerves on fire. 

“Be...because I don’t get to decide.”

“Why?”

“Because my body is yours.”

“Good girl. I’m going to remove the ice and grab something. When I return, you are allowed to come.” He stood up and walked toward the dresser but left the drenched dildo sitting inside you.

You nearly came on the spot, but you held back and heard his hand dip into the ice bucket he’d brought into the room. Every sound, every scent, every touch felt more amplified. 

Before you could form another complete thought, the glass inside you began to move again and you felt his lips create a gentle suction around your clit, but he had an ice cube in his mouth. One more time, you asked him permission for release and he mumbled a yes into you, causing you to cry out in an instant. “Fuck, Sir! Oh my god! Holy shit! Holy fuck!”

Spencer chuckles against you and swipes his tongue up your slit, tasting your release and reveling in the feel of it - the feel of so much control. “How was that, Princess?” He asked, pressing a satisfied kiss into your inner thigh. 

“Amazing, Sir. Was it everything you wanted too? Can I try that on you one day?”

You felt a dip in the bed, the blindfold was lifted and you were met with his gorgeous hazel almost brown eyes. “More than what I imagined. I’ve never had someone so pliant and open before. This is everything I needed.”

“What do you want to do now, Sir?”

“How about a bubble bath? Just you and me.”

If that didn’t sound like the best nightcap ever. “Yes, please.”

[rogerina-deacon]

Hungry For More // Dom!Gwilym Lee x Reader

Pairing: Dom!Gwilym Lee x Reader Summary: After some teasing while out for lunch with a friend you do something unapproved by Gwilym and find yourself being “punished” when you get home. Warnings: SMUT! Very, very smutty. Teasing, female masturbation, body appreciation, cunnilingus, edging, orgasm denial, spanking, unprotected sex, sex toy use (vibrator), overstimulation, aftercare, cuddling Word Count: 2819

(GIF via @mrbenhardys)

A/N: Hey guys! So, first off, this is written for @lovehelpmewrite for the A Night At The Fandom event, which was hosted by @dtfrogertaylor. Secondly, I know I haven’t been active and writing like I was before, but I think things are getting better so let’s hope I can get back to putting out content more often like I used to! Also, this was beta read by the lovely @the-holy-black-hole, ilysm!! You can also thank her for the title cause I’m shit at coming up with those.

For as long as you’ve known him, Gwil has always been one to experiment. Whether that’s with his food or his sex life, it could be either. But today, it was both. Not only were you trying out a new restaurant for lunch with Ben, but you and Gwil agreed on spending the time more occupied under the table, the goal being for Gwil to get you ready and desperate for him for when you get home. And now here you were, sat in an upscale restaurant next to Gwil and across from Ben, with Gwil’s hand resting on your thigh, which was slowly inching its way up. The waitress arrived to take drink orders, and since you never varied your drink from water he said it for you, but he wouldn’t be so kind when it came to ordering the food. Minutes later she returned with a try full of drinks, three of which were for your table, and luckily your drinks arriving gave you a distraction from his fingers nearing your panties, your mouth too occupied with the straw in the glass to audibly react to Gwil slipping his index finger under the fabric and through your lips, only for his hand to go back to caressing your thigh, his index finger wiping your arousal on the supple flesh as you finished your sip. Just as he moved his hand closer to your knee, the waitress came back to take your orders.

“I’ll, uh, have the aged whisky sirloin tip salad if I could.” Ben ordered, and as Gwil checked the menu one last time to see if he had missed anything, his ears perked up at Ben’s order.

“Oh, well that sounds lovely, I think I’ll have that as well.” Gwil said, closing his menu with one hand, the other inching up your thigh once again.

“And I’ll have the pizza margherita, p-lease.” You said, Gwil dipping his finger slightly into your core as you finished the sentence, handing her the menu. Smirking, Gwil looked pleased with the reactions he was getting from you.

“So, Ben, what have you been up to?” You asked, trying to get invested in whatever project he was working on now, but with Gwil caressing and occasionally squeezing your thigh it was difficult, but Ben was oblivious to however you were reacting, his only focus talking about it and, once lunch arrived, eating his food. Slowly, Gwil started working you through your panties, simply circling your clit with his index finger for ten minutes, the teasing getting to be nearly unbearable. After another few minutes pass by, he decides to have a little mercy with you and directly rub your clit, though it was soft and slow. Your hips started rocking soft against his hand, already desperate for a release, but that only made Gwil move his hand back down to your thigh, squeezing to show that he didn’t like how greddy you were already getting, chasing after an orgasm you’d still have to wait a long time for.

After another thirty minutes of Ben and Gwil discussing their projects and Gwil endlessly teasing you and surely making a mess of the (thankfully wooden) chair, you excuse yourself to go to the washroom. Gwil squeezes your hand before you go, almost like a warning to not do what he knew you would. Your walking was rushed, eager to make it was quick as possible, and when you got to the door you were happy to find out it was a single stall so you’d have more room, and you were even happier when you saw it was unoccupied. Rushing in, you lock the door behind you before you get ready, only taking off your panties for better access. Without hesitation you start rubbing your clit, hard and fast and needy, imagining it was Gwils finger working your clit, and that it was actually Gwils finger entering you and hooking into your g-spot, not your index and middle fingers. You imagined it was him that was doing all this, that he was the one fingering you and that he was sucking and licking your clit. And with that glorious image in your mind, after all that teasing you got your release, a light orgasm washing through your pussy as you stimulated yourself,hoping that would make it better. But alas, it didn’t, it was a mild orgasm, one that didn’t compare to the one’s Gwil gave you every single time he tried, but it did the job.

Your orgasm over, a sudden guilt came over you, knowing what you just did shouldn’t have happened. You should have waited for whatever Gwil had planned for you, since he never teases you without the rest of the day (and night) consisting mainly of sex. And if Gwil knew you as well as you thought he did you were sure he’d know just what you did and would surely have to make sure you knew he discouraged that behavior, so now he had to spend the rest of lunch blankly listening and agreeing with Ben as he talked about God knows what as he thought of your favorite punishments.

The moment you sat down he gave you a look, one that said he knew what you did, and that you weren’t getting away with it.

“Jeez, Y/N, what took you so long?” Ben asked as he picked up his cup of after lunch coffee to take a sip from.

“Oh, you know, girl stuff.” You said, brushing it off and figuring your explanation would deter him from asking follow-up questions. He nodded before setting the cup back down and searched his pants for his wallet. The check had arrived while you were in the bathroom, but Ben was too busy talking and Gwil was too busy pretending to pay attention to do anything about it. Taking his card out, Gwil took out his wallet too, but Ben shook him off, saying “you’ll just get it next time.”

“Well, I better get going and take Frankie for that walk she missed out on yesterday cause of the rain.” He said, standing from his chair and prompting you and Gwil to do the same and say proper goodbyes, hugs included. But as soon as you two turned to walk to the car, he made it clear what was on his mind.

“And just what was that stint in the bathroom, hm?” He questioned, mouth right up to your ear and voice stern, his grip on your hand tight and his attitude flipped from what he had just shown Ben.

“I forgot how much Ben talks when we agreed to teasing me at lunch, I thought it wouldn’t take over an hour to eat and catch up, we just saw him last week!” You reasoned, but you knew that wouldn’t get you out of it. But it wasn’t like that was a goal of yours, anyway. Your car was parked just across the street from the restaurant, so it was a short walk, though Gwils long legs took him further, faster, and you were dragged behind a bit. And even though he was “upset” with you, he still opened your door for you and closed it before getting in. But then you had the ten minute drive home, all while he has a tight grip on your thigh, making sure a bruise forms in the shape of his hand. His eyes stared only at the road ahead of him, but he made his presence known to you with that hand. Your eyes may try to stare at all the trees you pass by to distract yourself, but the pain kept your mind occupied with the fact that very soon, you will be more submissive than you have been in awhile. And it’s not that you weren’t always a total sub with Gwil, it’s just that you knew that you’d have to submit to your weaknesses tonight. There were plenty of kinks you and Gwil like to indulge in, but no matter what you come fast, so you rarely do things like edging and denial. In fact, the last time you and Gwil had done either of those to you it was as punishment for your behavior that day.

The car came to a stop in your driveway, taking you away from your thoughts and back to reality. Gwil had removed his hand to put the car in park, and you exhaled in relief before the after-ache set in.

“I want you on the bed, naked, within the next two minutes, understood?” he instructed, and you nodded before getting out of the car and rushing through your front door and up the stairs to your bedroom. Gwil followed shortly after, spending a minute in the kitchen going over his plan. While he did that, you stripped, taking off each garment as fast as you could, slipping the flip flops you had worn off your feet as you took off your blouse, tossing it in the direction of the hamper before taking your skirt off and gathering the blouse from the floor to properly put in the hamper. Rushing to the bed, you heard his footsteps up the creaky stairs as you jumped onto the bed, adjusting to get comfortable just as he opened the door.

“That’s my good girl, I knew you’d be ready for me.” He praised as he walked to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he approached you, taking it off to reveal his tan, hair-covered chest and just perfectly squishy tummy to you as he tossed it perfectly into the hamper, taking off his pants and boxers to let out his already hard, long, and thick cock.

“Now, I know you’ve already come once today, but I really wanted to eat you out earlier. And I still really do. I guess lunch wasn’t as filling as expected for me as it was for you, yeah? Just lay on your back, princess.” He said, crawling onto the bed and settling between your legs, admiring your naked body before him, the way your body curves, the way your hair falls against the pillow behind you when you rest your head on it, the way your stomach rolls when you sit up, everything. Once you were relaxed, he moved to lay on his stomach, his face mere inches away from your still wet pussy, his nose inhaling your scent as he placed an open mouth kiss to the apex of your thigh, slowly moving his mouth inward, his tongue poking out of his mouth as he licked up your slit, separating your folds and gathering your arousal with his tongue as it traveled from your entrance up to your clit, swirling the concoction of his saliva and your arousal that was made with the tip of his tongue around your sensitive, swollen clit a few times, even licking vertically right over it, making your hips buck up slightly as the pointed tip of his tongue ever so slightly got under the hood, even closer to the nerves. He knew that hurt too much to do for a long time, but doing it for a couple seconds acts as a reminder that he has that power to make pleasure overlap with pain, almost like a spank.

He adjusted his body some more, wrapping his arms around your thighs from underneath to have more control over how your body moves against his so he can better please you. Your thighs on his shoulders, his face nearly smothered in your pussy, he sucks your clit and licks you as if you were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, bringing you to the edge fast with his enthusiasm and moans, him saying “don’t cum” against you only making you want to cum more, and you felt your orgasm boil inside you, like a dam about to burst, and he knew that. So, he removed his arms from around your thighs and moved his mouth an inch or two away from your nearly twitching cunt, watching you as you relax from being denied your orgasm so close to the edge. Whining above him, you looked down at him, silently asking him why.

“Princess, you didn’t think I’d let you cum so quickly, did you? You already came once today, don’t get so greedy so quick. I can assure you that our plans of you coming over and over are still intact. You just haven’t earned the privilege of cumming on my tongue. Maybe once we’re done tonight you’ll have it back.” He said, getting up as he continued, “And now, for the next part of your punishment. I’ve thought long and hard about what else I could do, and I settled on the classic spanking. I think we’ll start with ten and see how the night goes, yeah?” He finished, looking at you and waiting for agreement. When you nodded and said “yeah”, he helped you to bend over his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. You laid across him, his achingly hard cock pressing into your soft skin as he kneaded your asscheeks one as a time, his other hand resting on your shoulder and rubbing your skin with his thumb as he mentally prepared himself. You felt his hand leave your ass and you prepared yourself for the feeling, always forgetting how good it feels. And then *one*, *two*, *three*, *four*, *five* you count, his hand alternating between which cheek he spanks. They stung, his hand becoming a red mark on your ass as he massaged the fat and soothed the burn. Then, once he felt your shoulders relax again, he picked up his hand and repeated the actions, his massaging included.

“Now, I think you’ve earned my cock after taking those, just lay on your back and let me grab something” He said, his tone sweet, but that only lasted for a moment. He came back with your most powerful vibrator in hand, and he crawled onto the bed and rested on his knees between your legs. He turned the vibrator on to its highest speed and held it as he lifted your hips with his other hand, your legs hooking behind him as he lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance, breathing for a moment before pushing himself inside, his thick member filling you tighter than normal, since he hadn’t put anything in you yet and you were already so close. He didn’t completely fill you yet, just thrusting in a bit more each time as you got wetter the more he fucked you, and soon he was thrusting into you hard and fast, hitting your g-spot with every thrust and he finally put the vibrator on your clit and rubbed it in circles, sending you flying over the edge, your orgasm washing over you powerfully, almost ripping through your core as he kept pounding into you and stimulating your clit with the vibrator, the feeling intense and magical as you twitched and moved from the aftershocks and overstimulation as he chased his orgasm, the way your pussy was reacting to overstimulation taking him over the edge as he came, the euphoria spreading through him in waves as his thrusts slowed and his cum spurt in thick loads from his cock, painting your walls as he rode out his orgasm. He turned the vibrator off and slowly removed himself from you, giving you a kiss on your forehead before putting the toy away and going to the bathroom attached to the bedroom to get a warm, wet washcloth to clean you up with.

“You were so good for me with that, baby girl, I know that was a lot.” He praised, cleaning yours and his cum off of you and him. He tossed it perfectly into the hamper and got into bed beside you and cuddled up with you, his arm behind you as you cuddled into his side and he started placing sweet kisses to the top of your head as he praised you some more for taking what he gave you so well. And that’s how you sat for a few minutes until Gwil distrubed your peace, leaving the bed.

“Why did you leave?” You asked, voice pouty and sleepy.

“It’s cold in here, figured we’d like to be warm while we slept.” He said, grabbing two of his t-shirts along with underwear for both of you. Ever the gentleman, he helped you get dressed first, knowing that after all that there was no way you were walking, let alone getting dressed by yourself. Once you were all comfy, he got in his shirt and boxers before crawling back in next to you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as you two resumed your cuddling positions from before as you fell asleep in his arms for the night.

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