#Electrical Stimulation for swallow

[fear-is-truth]

❝ 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝑰𝒕 𝑯𝒖𝒓𝒕 .ᐣ ❞

── tate langdon x virgin!fem! reader

TAGS: sexual content, mdni・virgin!fem!reader・loss of virginity・ unprotected sex・ vāginal fingering・ english is not my first language・not proofread ・2.2k words

note: this is highly requested so here goes… please excuse the poor writing, thank you.

“No need to be so nervous, I’ll take care of you. Promise.” Tate gave you that cocky, boyish smirk before nuzzling his nose against yours. He was kissing you again before you could think of a sassy comeback, rolling you to lay on your back. You succumbed to the warm, throbbing sensation in your lower gut that had ignited the second his hands tugged at the hem of your skirt. Long, agile fingers traced the planes of your abdomen and delicate hipbones as you were exposed, the garment discarded to the floor. You tilted your head back against the pillow when he moved his attention to your collarbone, a soft gasp escaping your lips as he started kissing and sucking at your pulse point.

His palm was warm when it made contact with the underside of your breast, gently squeezing. You jumped a little at the sudden contact and Tate withdrew his hand as if he was scalded, eyes darting up to look at your face.

“…You okay?”

You nodded, biting down on your lower lip, feeling your face heat up. Your chest felt tight, excitement and nervousness swirling together.

“Yeah, ‘m okay,”

“You sure?”

His gaze softened as he reached up to gently press his thumb against your lip, pulling it free from your teeth.

“Don’t do that,” he murmured, his voice low but gentle, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

You swallowed hard, your nerves still bubbling up, but there was something about the way he was looking at you—like he wasn’t in any rush, like he wanted to make sure you were comfortable before anything else.

“I just wasn’t expecting it,” you admitted, fingers fidgeting slightly in your lap.

He gave you a soft, understanding nod, his thumb still lightly brushing your bottom lip.

“Alright, tell me if I do something that… doesn’t feel right, m’kay? We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell. It wasn’t that you didn’t want this—you did. But the nervous energy still buzzed beneath your skin, and he was perceptive enough to notice it without you having to say anything. His hand found yours, lacing your fingers together.

“Okay.”

Your eyelids fluttered closed as Tate’s lips returned to the hollow of your clavicle, his breath warm and soft against your skin. You could feel his soft blonde curls brushing against your cheek, the sensation comforting and electric at the same time. Each tentative kiss he placed there sent a ripple of desire through your loins like molten honey, the nerves from before slowly melting into something warmer, softer.

His hand returned to cup your breast, but this time the touch was lighter, his fingers barely ghosting over your skin as if silently asking for permission. You swallowed as Tate gently rolled your stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger, giving enough stimulation without hurting you. Pleasant warmth tingled down your spine, and a soft sigh escaped you.

This felt nice.

Tate pulled back just enough to look at you, his lips curving into a soft smile when he saw that you were more at ease.

“Does it feel good?” he murmured earnestly, the words barely filling the space between you. You nodded, cheeks still flushed but for a different reason now. There was no denying it now, your panties were embarrassingly damp.

“Good,”

His lips pressed against the underside of your jaw, when his tongue traced a slow, deliberate path along your jugular, your pulse fluttered wildly beneath his touch. Tate carried on with his administrations for a while, massaging your breast with his palm and occasionally running his thumb across your nipple. The sensations that he evoked was almost overwhelming, and without thinking, your hand reached out, grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets to steady yourself. Warm breath ghosting over the skin of your other breast, he moved closer to his destination, leaving goosebumps and hickeys in their wake.

You gasped when his lips brushed against your nipple, hot tongue circling the areola and causing your abdominal muscles to tighten. Warmth spread through your body like a wildfire, and you found yourself arching your back and grinding against his palm for more friction. His hand slid down to curl around your waist, gently tugging at the waistband of your panties. You lifted your hips slightly, allowing him to remove the last article of clothing.

With a shuddering intake of breath, you fought the urge to cover up your body. This isn’t just anyone. This was Tate, and he loved you as much as you loved him. You trusted him, and he had promised to take good care of you.

You raised a hand to the nape of his neck, fingers threading through his soft, golden curls as his chin rested on your shoulder. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours, grounding you in the moment.

“Can I– can I touch you?”

Tate pulled back slightly, just enough for his eyes to meet yours, those dark brown eyes shining with earnest concern. Brows furrowed as he searched your face, trying to read you.

“Yes,”

A soft whimper escaped your lips, your fingers tightening in his hair as he traced his fingers along the inside of your thigh before tugging at your knees, having you plant the bottom of your feet on the mattress, on either side of his hips. By the time his fingertips explored the junction of your thighs, liquid desire was dripping down from the centre of your chest, pooling in your abdomen and spreading down to your loins.

“Fuck… you’re so wet,”

He muttered lowly when he spread open your folds with your fingers. Instinctively, you clenched your thighs around his waist as he gathered your slickness, circling around your aching core before slowly pushing a finger into you. A strangled gasp escaped you when he curled his finger, the sensitive bundle of nerves set alight by his touch. Panting and whimpering, you clawed at his shoulder when you felt Tate insert another finger, the pad of his thumb stroking you in a soothing rhythm as he steadily pumped his fingers in and out of you.

It wasn’t long before you felt your entire body tense up, the pressure he had been coaxing from you having finally reached its crest. The tight coil in your lower belly snapped — segueing into white hot bursts of pleasure that was blinding in its own intensity. Walls still fluttering around his fingers, you trembled with the force of your orgasm, a kittenish mewl bubbling deep from your throat.

And suddenly Tate was gone. Your eyes snapped open blearily to protest, but the whimper died down when you saw your boyfriend hunched over in concentration, fingers working frantically; the noticeable bulge of his arousal straining through the denim as he yanked down his jeans and boxers, his erection springing free and touching his belly. He grasped his cock in his hand, giving it a few harsh pumps. The entire time his gaze was locked on you, revelling in the way you stared at him. You have never seen a real penis before.

He returned to his position onto the mattress and between your legs. Upon feeling his hardness pressing against your hip, your body tensed in anticipation and your breathing quickened almost instantly as Tate guided his cock towards your entrance.

How was that even supposed to fit?

“Are you ready? I mean it’s okay if–”

His gaze flickered down to your warm, weeping hole, waiting and ready just for him. He groaned, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, trying to stop himself from shoving himself inside you right then and there.

“Y-yess. Oh please, yes.”

Smiling at your eager answer, he shifted a bit, angling himself as he pushed the tip into you, and you winced at the sudden intrusion. There was no excruciating pain like you’d imagined — just a burning sensation from stretching unconditioned muscles. Sensing your reaction, Tate paused, breathing heavily.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Taking a deep breath, you wrapped your legs around his waist and relaxed your muscles, allowing your body to sink back onto the sheets. Tate resumed his movements, carefully sliding deeper inside you. Each delicious, agonising inch stretched you in a way that could only be described as glorious, you could feel every ridge and vein that mapped the surface of his length rub against your walls. Taking your fingers through his hair, you felt him shudder, his cock throbbing and hardening inside you which caused the embers of warmth in your gut to reignite.

“Oh my… mghm please, T-Tate..”

You whimpered into his ear, who prompted a low moan from him. An arm wrapped securely around your waist as his hips withdrew before pressing back inside; you spread your legs wider for him and he groaned. The pace he’d established was slow, but steady. Heat washed over you in waves every time he moved, trailing hot kisses along your neck. Every slow pass of his tongue against your skin made your chest tighten with a mixture of nerves and excitement — he moved with a perfect balance of sweetness and intent, never too much, but just enough to leave you breathless and aching for more.

You mewled softly as his hips jerked a bit harder, the movement sending a ripple of sensation through your body. Tate leaned down, capturing your lips in his. His hand cradled your jaw, thumb brushing gently along your cheek as he guided you into the kiss. The other hand found yours, fingers lacing together in a firm but gentle hold, anchoring you. Arching your back, you tilted your hips to meet his thrusts and was immediately rewarded when he brushed against a specific spot inside you that made you cry into his mouth. Tearing away, you panted out his name, your sweaty foreheads pressed against each other.

“P-please,” you begged, the ability to string together a coherent sentence lost.

“…Please Tate,”

“Yeah?” He nuzzled the tip of his nose against yours. “What do you need baby?”

“Need you to… to…”

He withdrew the arm that was holding your waist and shifted his weight on his elbows before sliding the hand between you, pressing the pad of his thumb gently against your clit.

“Like this?”

A stretched whine escaped from your lips into the space between you, and you dug the heels of your feet into his backside, anchoring him to bury himself deeper into you, helping him breach that magical spot once more. Fingernails scrabbling frantically across his shoulders, down to his chest.

Tate grunted, face scrunching up in pleasure and restraint. His hips stuttered, his thrusts growing increasingly sloppier but the rhythm of his thumb remained steadfast — you felt him twitch within the confines of your plushy walls, and with a muffled whimper against your shoulder, he spilled into you, warmth spreading through your womb like a wildfire. Your thighs quivered and your eyes screwed shut, fingers digging crescent indents into his skin as white-hot pleasure consumed over you once again, your cunt convulsing around him.

After you’ve came down from your high, which was a sticky, sweaty but satisfying mess, you untangled your legs from his waist to rest on the mattress, fingers tangling into his hair. Tate raised his head to press a kiss to your forehead.

“You alright?”

Basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, you simply hummed in affirmation, nosing at his cheek with a tired smile. He pulled out carefully before collapsing beside to, reaching over to lazily tug you into his arms. You snuggled against his chest, the sore ache between your legs only registering when you moved.

Tate’s breath was warm against your shoulder as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his voice a soft murmur, laced with concern.

“Did it hurt?” his tone hesitant, almost fragile. “I’ve heard that the first time usually does.”

You could feel his heartbeat, fast and anxious, the tenderness in his voice making your own chest tighten. His fingers brushed softly along your arm, as though he was trying to soothe you without knowing whether you needed it. You gently exhaled, your hand still resting at the nape of his neck, fingers playing with the curls that had fallen there.

“No,” you whispered, your voice steady but soft. “It didn’t hurt. It was just… intense, but not in a bad way. Not the hurting kind.”

Tate lifted his head, brown eyes meeting yours, relief visibly softening the furrow of his brow. He searched your face, still wanting to make sure, still holding onto a hint of concern. His thumb grazed your cheek, and his gaze softened even more, his lips parting slightly as he seemed to drink in your every word.

“You sure? I didn’t want to—”

You shook your head gently, cutting him off with a reassuring smile.

“I’m sure, Tate. It was perfect… you were perfect.”

He exhaled deeply, as if he’d been holding his breath, and his whole body seemed to relax. He pressed his forehead to yours, his fingers lacing with yours once again, holding on as if to remind you that he was still there, still gentle, still yours.

“Okay,” he whispered, the word barely more than a breath. His thumb caressed your cheek once more before his lips found yours again, softer this time.

@slut4evanpeters @vizjpmdose @liminarystars @sensationalstardust @oceanblvd111 @makeyouminemp3 @urmomsg1rlfreind @angelthebrat @juliamaximoff @jazz-berry @dangeroustaintedflawed @evanpeterswifeyyy @vfromvandalista @bimbodollys @lirarere @colinzabelswife @missjadesfics @evanpetersmybf @alittlesil @lacucarachapisser @taintandviolent @dearlizzies @babygorewhore @marchsfreakshow @marchbirdie @xrag-dollx @xkaisxjazzxsingerx @violet1737 @90sbr1descake @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re @nahoyasboyfriend @sukirosiac @ggenyxxo @evanpetersbf @necrobab3 @evanpeterspeter @violet-harmon2011 @cxlt-lamb

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[cera-writes]

Listen but

Tail stimulation with Kurt. That little thing wrapping up your thigh as he rails you and it assisting him as he eats you out 👀

You’re left a begging and whiny mess under him~

A/N: Oh, I F with this. Hell yeah I'm writing it. Pairing: Kurt Wagner x AFAB!Reader Tags: overstimulation, oral sex (receiving), getting absolutely railed by Kurt's lil' tail

"Absolut, meine Liebe,"

Kurt's touch was always electric, a comforting hum that resonated deep within you.

Tonight, however, it felt different. The gentle graze of his tail against your thigh sent shivers down your spine, an unexpected jolt that tightened your core and sent heat between your legs.

His eyes, usually playful and inviting, held a new intensity. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "Feeling a little sensitive tonight, liebling?"

You swallowed, a nervous tremor in your throat. "M-maybe a little," you confessed, the vulnerability raw and unexpected.

A slow smile spread across his face, sending a flutter to your stomach. He moved closer, his tail wrapping possessively around your leg, a subtle pressure that mirrored the growing ache between your thighs.

He didn't rush. His kisses were slow and deliberate, each one igniting a spark that danced across your skin. His hands, usually playful, traced a path down your body, each touch a whispered promise.

"S-such a tease, Kurt..." you but your lip as he continued venturing south.

The tension crackled between you, a heady mix of desire and vulnerability. You whimpered, a soft sound that seemed to hang heavy in the air.

This seemed to drive him closer towards his goal of making you feel good and focusing on your pleasure. "Du machst mich verrückt, Liebling."

He then proceeded to trace circles around your clit, dragging his tongue over the clothed mound as he teased you deliciously. "Mm, oh...Kurt..." you whimpered, fingernails digging into the sheets of the bed as you anticipated what was to come from your sweet and eager boyfriend.

You were a mess of tangled emotions, yearning for something you couldn't quite define as the tension started building up more as he teased you over your underwear.

"Du gehörst mir, nur mir," he breathed huskily between eating you out, the words foreign to you. "What d-does that...m-mean...ah!" you closed your eyes, biting your lip as he applied a bit more pressure to your sweet spot.

"You belong to me, Sonnenschein..." he smirked, sparing a glance up at your half lidded eyes as you revelled in the feelings he was giving to you. He then proceeded to pull your underwear down, only gliding it past your thighs as his tail slipped in between your folds unexpectedly.

You hissed in surprise, looking at him wide eyed as he started stroking your entrance with it. It also must have sent little waves of pleasure through him too because as soon as he slipped inside of you, he let out an almost erotic whimper.

But you didn't contain your throes of passion either because as soon as you felt him inside of you, you let out a deep throaty moan from the new sensation.

"S-so good," Kurt panted, kissing and sucking your delicate and swollen clit as his tail started to pump in and out of you faster. "Ah! Mein Gott!" he whimpered again as you squeezed around him.

He was so sensitive and you enjoyed watching him squirm between your legs amidst your own pooling pleasure. You were soaked which only made it that much more pleasurable for Kurt as he whined in between your legs. God, his moans turned you on so much. You were getting close.

"Oh, please baby... oh fuck...Kurt-I-" you threw your head back against the headboard as he devoured you, feeling himself getting closer to his own peak of ecstasy.

You came hard, body trembling and spasming as he eased up from you, wiping his mouth deliciously, tail still pumping in and out of you at a sloppier pace, before grabbing his twitching cock and spilling cum all over your stomach.

A satisfied groan slipped from his lips as he caught his breath.

"That was...incredible," you sighed in content before Kurt cleaned you up.

"Absolut, meine Liebe, you were so, so good." Kurt added before leaning down and placing the most adoring kiss to your forehead.

[anantaru]

DAY 5 — APHRODISIACS

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — sampo, jing yuan

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, aphrodisiacs, lots of teasing, big men being sweet and content with you, fingering, handjob, very sweaty but cute

𖧡 — SAMPO

sampo finds himself entranced by the beauty of your eyes, and you can see it in the light of his mannerism when he, well— when his face starts glistening red, a kind of blushing that shows the real intentions of a human, a sort of compliment to the eyes and the delicate sweetness within his facial expression was like a chain reaction setting your blood on fire.

if only those particular emotions haven't been enhanced by the stimulant you swallowed together just a second ago.

sampo sighs across your cheeks while you're fondling around with the belt of his pants, his own grip on you dissolving of strength; he was either growing tired, which was unlikely, or the love potion was already in effect. you're for certain when you reach inside his pants to feel his erection throb on your palm, the twitch of his cock signaling you that sampo was on the verge of it, already— his girth hard and the slit glinting of his pre while you're stroking up and down the skin in slow thrusts.

"isn't that fun, baby?" you coo at him, closing your eyes before mouthing a wet spot on his neck, listening to sampo attempting to stabilize his breathing, yet how was he able to achieve that when you're rounding your hand around his erection in an unforgiving pace, desperately pressing closer into your hand until you're discerning an echo of small, hasty "please, please... more."

but, what you didn't know was that the usual confident and flashy man wouldn't let you take control of him that easily, and he tips a hand over to your thighs right after, while your legs— and that wasn't surprising to him at all, rubbed together for the life of them, thrusting up into nothing but air while you're fisting his cock to make him cum, almost tipping him over the edge of a tasteful climax when it was you who was suffering from not being touched and pleased.

but sampo, your sweet boyfriend, he has got you, okay? and his hand slips off your body before finding your wet core, in particular wrapping inside the hem of your pants before slipping his hand down, his mouth flooding with saliva at the trace of your liquids gushing on his digits. you're leaning back now, your hand working and becoming faster while one digit prods at your soaked slit, circling around your hole before letting himself naturally be engulfed into you.

by now, you're leaning your entire weight against sampo's broad chest, becoming tired and your poor head, it feels heavy on your shoulders when you're moving around, his sweet gaze lingering on your trembling skin that it hits him low in the gut, your pussy was so wet and easily effected by his fingers pressing into your sweet spots, quickly slipping another in to feel how you're stretching, becoming tighter and gushing of your slick.

there was nothing else to say, you're only whining, blindsided by the finely tuned electric shuffles on your core, clearly ignoring the side effects of the aphrodisiac wrecking havoc inside your frame as you slobber all around his digits, a direct similarity to the tightness of your own grip on his aching cock.

𖧡 — JING YUAN

oh, what a way with words jing yuan possessed;

the lightheadedness is only temporarily, i promise. and with a great sense of security embedded on his words, the man mutters and assures your bottled up worries before you're nodding your head all eager, quite willing to try out the love potion in his hand.

the general made a noise of satisfaction before placing the stimulant on top of your tongue, he's so excited he feels like he's about to jump out of his boots, groaning with anticipated pleasure when you close your mouth right after to swallow it down, all obedient for him, fluttering your lashes shyly— if only you knew that those reactions had his heart rushing under his ribcage, it was so sickly sweet of you, he could honestly just pepper you with kisses for eternity.

"how do you feel?" jing yuan murmurs against your parted lips craving for air, truly he was enraptured by your delicate movements, his thumb pressing just over your chin, forcing you to gaze up at him.

"i feel good, a little hot though." and you wrap your arms around his neck for stability before you feel how one of his hands snake down your body— your stomach to be more precise, as jing yuan quietly wiggles his hand in between your panties.

those mewls, your obscene sounding winces, he could drink in all your noises like a fine, old wine and be pleased by the feeling of becoming tipsy right afterwards, smirking all heavenly when you're pulling him closer before he ghosts his first digit over your slit, tapping on it— once, twice, just one more time to make it leak from the attention.

he can remember how you're always whining about how his cock was too big for you and that the scorching stretch on your hole was almost more pain than pleasure, yet he remembers to prep you before giving you the real deal, splitting your pussy when he leans in to go straight to your mouth, catching your lower lip in between his teeth before suckling on it.

at the second, once he adds another finger, you wince at the little burn in your core and jing yuan cannot help himself but groan into your mouth, the deep, rumbling tone vibrating across your body, leaving you no other choice but to lean forward and thaw yourself into his frame, humping his fingers almost as if in heat, your lips thrumming to catch up on air with your pussy prickling at his touch, the materials of your panties almost sheer from sweat when he realizes just how wetter you were tonight.

jing yuan pauses his hand to think for a moment, and you whine out weakly at the loss of his movements once he realizes that you might be able to take his dripping cock a little earlier tonight.

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[tarjapearce]

Okay but…

Miguel’s on a mission, Gabi and Benji are out of the house, leaving mommy alone for some me time, that she spends with her hand down inside her panties.

She gets so into it, moaning and bucking (it’s been a bit since the two of them had done anything) that she doesn’t notice Miguel had entered the house….

Do with this information what you will

Well, yeah. Mama deserves a me time too 🥴🥴 Smut undercut. Lil bit of Dom! Miguel.

Times like these would suppose a relaxation period for you. You could go shopping, treat yourself with something, you deserved it. Being a mother wasn't exactly easy, and it was kinda rare when you had time for yourself cause one way or another, you'd be worrying over your role.

Miguel was at work, the kids were out. Gabi in her soccer practice, and Benjamin at Peter's playing with Mayday some board games. And you... You just sighed.

Boredom often lived in your head whenever you had nothing to do. You always needed to have your hands busy, house was already clean. An idea popped in your mind. Your feet took you to the bedroom, and you scourged through that special little drawer that hadn't seen the light in months.

Pulling out a key, you unlocked it, revealing neatly folded lingerie, along some little toys. A bullet like discreet vibrator, a couple of lubes, a small bdsm kit you still hadn't opened yet, since you wanted to use it with Miguel. And of course lingerie you still hadn't the confidence to wear.

But it was your chance. Since none was home, your clothes were discarded, and you tried the first one. Red Baby doll with an electric blue g string. It barely covered anything, and you could see your nipples through the red mesh fabric. Miguel said it was one of his favorites because of how bouncy your ass looked back in the dressing room.

Ah, your husband. You still wondered how such a fine and grumpy man had snatched you away for himself. He was hot, undoubtedly, but his way of carry on things were the actual spark that made you want him. The way cursing words flew out of his mouth in that rich spanish, made you swoon.

Thighs rubbed together upon you remembering how possessive and angry he was. How delicious his anger felt between your legs, how big he was to the point of you feeling he was swallowing your body like a black hole.

Your mouth sighed.

The next set was just a little butterfly thong with the crotch open, perfect for a good rile up. The butterfly design in the back cupped your ass gently. It was kind of curious and funny, how well he knew your body. Cause every set you tried just enhanced your body shape. Your nipples went hard at the sudden though of him, touching you, exploring your body, your hands trailing over where he would.

Light pieces of clothing rolling off thighs and torso. You laid on the middle of the bed, legs spreading, heat pooling at the soft caresses your hands delivered. God, you wished he'd be here. You'd certainly give him a show, but the only thing you could do was to wait for him to arrive home. Hands rubbed your inner thighs.

It was unavoidable to not think in that night, you liked when he was angry, cause his cock reached places you didn't know you could feel and get pleasure from. His hands had folded you in half, and you rubbed softly at your clit. Dragging slow lazy circles on it.

You loved every time he knocked the air out of your lungs, sheathing inside you, and stretching your insides, that as he said; were made specially for him.

Your legs trembled as your slit squished, slick in your need. One of your hands toyed with your breast, twirling your nipple between your fingers, as the other kept stimulating around your clit, teasing yourself. Just like Miguel would.

Whining, you smothered your legs together, edging yourself, trying to make it last. You breathed as heat spreaded through your body. If he was here, he'd be eating you out like a starved man.

But he wasn't.

Another needy whine. If he was here he'd surely be massaging your insides with his fingers, luring a wet orgasm from within. But again, He wasn't.

Your rubbings were desperate, your other hand squeezed your breast. But there was nothing that actually matched him. Not even the toys you had. Sure they were fun, but feeling him, going deep inside, his back flexing at the exertion, you scratching him, felt too real, too good and definitely you were needing it.

"Having fun?" The reason of your current desperate state leaned against the doorframe, watching with hazy eyes the scene unfolding before him.

"M-Miguel-"

"Shh. No te dengas." (Keep going)

He laid down, next to you, a look you knew all too well. He cupped your cheek softly and kissed your forehead.

"Hands off"

"But I'm-"

"Sin. Manos." (Hands off)

His tone firm, as he sat before you to take a better look of what he just provoked. Hands rested on your side, breathings erratic and needy. Legs weak

"That bad huh?" He shook his head with a smirk

"I need to..." You swallowed and tried to pull him to you, but he shook his head.

"No, no." You whined and plopped on your elbows, supporting your torso on them.

"Open up." He commanded and your hand went immediately on the outer folds, a little squish as you parted them with your fingers.

He hummed in approval. His thumb ghosting over your tiny bundle of nerves, but removed it before you could lift your hips and make any sort of contact, a smug smile in his lips

"Tócate" (Touch yourself)

Your nimble fingers stroked your own flesh, fast and a little too rough, trying to seek that heat you were melting into before he arrived.

"Hands off" You whined in frustration, but obeyed.

"Stop teasing!" Your voice at the verge of tears

A light slap on your soaked pussy shut you up, your hips bucked and you whimpered.

"Again. Touch yourself. Pero hazlo lento." ( Do it slowly)

The soft friction in your folds curled up your toes, fingertips dragged slow circles, his hands spreaded you a bit further, giving him a full view of you.

"Así, muy bien, preciosa." (Like that, very good)

You groaned, the pooling warmth spreaded through your body. Your free hand covered your mouth but he tapped it away.

"¿Quieres parar?" (You wanna stop?) You shook your head, fingers still caressing your clit. You had recognized the little threat in his tone.

"Then fucking do as you're told, open up. Need to hear you."

Your fingers left the caress away and once more you spreaded your flesh for him. He licked his lips at the sight. Your body trembled, the edging chipping your patience away. Two of his fingers dipped in, earning a shaky moan.

"M-Miguel!"

You croaked as he moved them ever slowly inside you. your hips bucking on his hand but he stopped.

"No." He warned and you stilled.

"Goddammit Miguel, please!"

Another light slap on your pussy, this one sent electric jolts through your legs as you sobbed.

"¿Qué te dije?" (What did I say?)

"No" You whispered, holding the sheets tightly, he was torturing.

"Again."

You shook your head and he frowned

"Uno" (One)

Still no hands on yourself.

"Dos" (Two)

Your hands went to your cunt again, he smirked

He guided your two fingers inside your pussy. The intrusion sending a little chill down your spine.

"Despacio" (Slow)

He warned as he pushed your fingers in and out, you followed, matching his speed. You cooed as he kissed your temple

"Un poco más rápido, preciosa" (A little faster)

His hot breath fanning over your ear and neck, your hand obeyed. The heat was on again, a knot forming in your lower belly. Moanings turned into breathless 'Oohs' and 'aahs' that escaped your lips at every chance they could

"Más adentro, mi amor." (Deeper, baby)

Your fingers were as deep as they could, reaching that sweet spot he loved bullying his cock into.

"No pares, preciosa" (Don't stop)

His voice didn't help. His lips nipping your earlobe, didn't help.

"Miguel" You voice an octave pitch higher. You were close. Breath caught on your throat as the imminent bliss loomed over you, stalking it's way to the brink.

"¿P-Puedo? ¿Por favor? " (Can I? Please?)

"Claro que sí, mi vida. Vente para mi." (Of course darling. Cum for me.)

Your spine finally arched as fire licked you raw. Your toes curled up, insides spasmed, you almost forgot how to breath for a moment. Fingers trapped in the contractions of your inner muscles, slowly releasing them. He licked them clean and then kissed you, a loving smile plastered in his face.

"Good girl."

[wroteclassicaly]

18+

A/N: Small piece of filth, hope you enjoy ❤️

“Driving me crazy. Don’t know why you do that.” Another bit of babbling you-speak, poured out in waves, interwoven through your whines and moans, Steve notes. Or rather, tries to, given the predicament of being on his back as you use him to your satisfaction.

You’d stared him down like he was prey for the last several months, always shaking your head, clicking your pen until it broke. Then there were the signs that made Steve realize, with a lopsided smirk (that only made it worse), that you weren’t in fact mad at him, not in a serious way anyways. Your hitch in breath every inch closer that he came to you, the way you melted into him if he just brushed by you, or how your legs would tighten, feet would bounce, to the way that you’d chew on your fingertip when he was bent over putting stock out and he knew exactly what you were looking at. When he talked about dates or flirted with girls that came in, you’d roll your eyes and be obnoxious in the background to sabotage unknowingly, but he found it endearing. And when he bought himself his new diamond chain to go with his mustard colored shirt for the fancy dinner in Indianapolis the older kids had all gone to, your public exasperation is partially what led to the moment.

It wasn’t until the following Monday that it exploded in full. Steve was at work on your shift, you were dealing with a sore wrist after his ensemble at Saturday’s excursion. And the stupid bastard had the nerve to wear that blinged out piece of jewelry beneath his button up, all black polo. You slammed a stack of video tapes down and had blew out a rough breath, working your way around the counter to ask Steve ‘what the fuck his problem was?’ And in truth, he’d worn the chain again just to gauge your reaction, before making his move. Sure, you’d been close friends all up in emotional arms for years, but the sexual tension was more alive than ever and could no longer be ignored.

With one hand on his waist, the other propped on the counter, he grinned lazily at you, fresh highlights looking perfect with his grown out tresses under the cheap lighting, jeans tight on his toned legs and perfect ass.

“Oh my god, Steve! You’re just… You’re —“

“I’m what?” He’d said, folding his arms to accentuate his biceps.

Your jaw had dropped rather comically and Steve is pretty sure you whimpered in defeat. You were caught.

“You know what you are, shithead. And I can’t take this shit anymore, it’s too much!” You’d gotten closer, talking with your hands. How Steve loves your hands. And you gave pause, brows pinched. “Wait, is that new cologne?”

Steve had pulled his shirt out to bare thicker chest hair, shrugging. “No, same ol’ stuff.”

“Can you stop, please?” You had sounded completely out of it, your pupils blown, leaving your beautiful eye color a thin ring, nearly transparent to the aroused abyss he’d created.

“Tell me what I’m doing, honey. Can’t stop if I don’t know…” Steve reached out with a finger, his confidence having greatly improved the last year within your friendship, and he traced down your cheek.

“Oh, shit.” Was all you could come up with.

With his thumb pressing at the corner of your mouth, massive hand cradling your jaw, he’d unraveled the knot with, “It’s okay if you say you want me, baby. Because I want you, too.”

~*~

Your hand looks small in comparison to his large girth, shining with what you’d slicked him up in, your babbling from before, slowly fading. His mossy orbs have shattered, their shards prickling you in an electrical stimulation, on you everywhere. His massive hands pinch your plush waist, every tendon visible on his jugular, his throat contracting around a harsh swallow as your fist around his base meets your body - seating him fully inside you. It hurts so bad that you welcome him to see the tears, see the glistening mess of your cunt spread open around his cock, cream bubbling in his base and smeared across his happy trail. You’ve never felt this before, this power, this safety, this want, this love.

Steve tosses his head back as your hips give an experimental rise and fall, sweat soaked backs of your knees feeling the pressure. He’s inside of you so deeply that you can barely move, his length dragging, pushing against every inch of your walls. You’re overcome in the moment and grab his big paws, curling his thick digits around your breasts and holding them together as you begin to roll your hips, never taking your eyes off him. He let out a moan that vibrates through you, his bed beginning to squeak beneath your rocking. His neck is visible again at this, scars beneath the chain, sweat glittering around and beneath the links, every freckle, every mole there, making him Steve.

Your movements have briefly slowed and he realizes, eyes open as you’re staring with this smirk. He gives your nipples a flick and releases, linking hands, to bring yours to his and kiss each knuckle he can get his mouth on. That’s when he’s flipping you with ease, knees sliding underneath your thighs, hands pinning yours to the bed as his nose finds your lashes, mouth planting his words across your lips; cinnamon breath spray, coffee, and cigarettes ghosting with each hot breath, “Don’t get too cocky, honey.”

On the break away, his chain sways forward, links getting caught on your lips. You take the jewelry into your mouth, sucking on the taste of the material, Steve’s chest tufts drag along your breasts as he fucks you on him with an ease so slow, that you can’t find cohesive speech for the rest of the night.

// Eat me paragraph //

[drcranessweetestdoe]

Can you write more about stepdad Cillian and stepdaughter reader? Maybe Cillian preparing her, teaching her, and helping her have her first time with him? 👀✨️🎀🤍

thank you for your request! and dw there will be more of stepdaddy!Cillian <33 xx

No silly boys, no one, just daddy

warning: agegap, stepcest, oral (fem receiving), possessive kink, daddy kink, innocence kink

pairing: stepfather!Cillian x stepdaughter!Reader

summary: since her punishment, Cillian is just waiting for the moment she breaks and crawls back to him, turns out he didn’t even have to wait that long.

After that night, it was all she could think about. Those big palms coming down to strike the skin of her ass. That manly scent swallowing her right up. How she could feel his erection at her tummy. It just kept on coming back to her, and she wanted more.

She was trying to touch herself, but failed miserably, she just couldn’t find the spots that he did. Even if she managed to find them, her own touch was not as good as his.

Speaking of her stepfather, he basically acted like nothing happened, not in a way she wanted him to anyway. His touch lingered more than before and his words got sweeter, but she wanted more. She wanted him to take control again, and show her how to feel good. She thought about him for the next two weeks, especially when she had to sit down and hiss because of her bruised skin.

He tried his best not to smirk everytime she sat down in front of him, it filled him with pride, and arousal. His behaviour was nearly the same as before, Cillian wanted her to come to him, desperate and needy. He heard her before, trying to work her clumsy little fingers on herself and it always ended with a loud frustrated groan.

It wasn’t a surprise for him when one night, she finally gave into her desires.

She even woke up horny, she felt warmth in her lower tummy and she felt the slickness between her thighs. She was frustrated all day, that aching feeling never going away. When nightime finally came around, she tried to use her finger again.

She made her bed nicely, stripped down to her underwear and stuck a finger into her panties. Her own warmth and wetness could be felt, and she felt that little electricity running through her body when her fingertip made contact with her clit. She felt it was too hard to keep up a speed that could make her orgasm, she just grew frustrated, so she grabbed her laptop. She tried looking up ways to make herself feel good. She didn’t have any toys, but she quickly realized that the thought of having a vibrator on her clit turned her on. She wouldn’t even have to move, just hold it to herself and it would give her orgasm after orgasm. The site also said that stimulating herself with something could also help. So, she moved her body to straddle her pillow, and she got to work. It felt like… nothing at all. She even got a cramp in her leg. By the time she laid in her bed normally again, she was crying tears of desperation. There was one solution left. She quickly threw a silky robe on and made her way to the living room.

There was some soft jazz playing from the tv, and Cillian sat in his favourite armchair, reading a book. He grinned when he heard the stomping down the stairs, someone must be feeling frustrated. He was listening to her angry little huffing for nearly an hour. He was prepared to drop a snarky comment, but that quickly went away when he saw his upset stepdaughter. Her lips were pouty and her eyes full of unshed tears, he instantly put his book on the bedside table and invited her into his arms.

She sniffled into his shoulder, his arms immediately wrapped her smaller body up and close to his. His big hands were caressing her hair and he whispered. “Shhh… What happened, little bunny?”

“I-I wanted to do that thing… What you did to me. I wanted to feel it again, but I couldn’t.” She hid her face into his neck from embarrassment, but Cill was having none of it.

“You mean an orgasm?” She just nodded, his hand gently guided her face out of his neck so they could be eye to eye. “If you wanted more orgasms, you could have come to me.”

His heart melted at the sight of her wide eyes, the lust was evident in them. “I’m sorry, daddy… I was too shy to ask.”

“Well, do you want daddy to make you feel good again?” He chuckled when she nodded eagerly, so he stood up with her still in his arms and he brought her to his bedroom.

He put her back down on the floor and slowly untied her robe, letting it fall to the floor and revealing her beautiful and young body. He just circled around her, as if he was a predator, moments away from eating up his prey, his pretty little prey.

He finally stood before her, he softly cradled her cheeks and put his lips close to hers, but they didn’t actually touch. She didn’t waste a moment and she connected their lips. Both of them let out a sigh of relief, their kiss was soft, in the beginning. His hands went from caressing her neck, to slowly squeezing it from time to time. He slowly pulled away and chuckled when she tried to chase his lips back to her own. “My sweet darling, lay down on the bed and take your bra off.”

She did as she was told and she heard his grunt when her full breasts were on display for him. He crawled on her and started sponging kisses to her jaw and neck. “You don’t have to touch your little pussy first when you want to make yourself feel good.” He nosed at a spot on her neck, before biting it and sucking it. “There are sensitive spots all over you, which of those you cannot reach and that is why you come to me.”

His went lower, her breath hitched in her throat when she felt his full lips kiss closer to her breast. She felt vulnerable, but in a good way, she wanted him to see and feel how desperate she was. His voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “But, you can play with these lovely tits, caress them,“ He stroked the skin of her boob with his fingers. “push them together,” He used his palms to push them up together, his touch made her whine. “and you can pinch them. And the pain will make you wetter, more ready for me to love on you, bunny.” She now full on moaned when he pinched her sensitive nipples, and she really did feel her own cunt throb. He felt his mouth salivate at the innocent girl under him, he needed more, so he leaned down and started suckling on her nipples. Her hands shot up to his hair and her whines never stopped.

After a few minutes of teasing her and biting, sucking, kissing on her nipples, he finally moved lower. He spread her legs apart and took a good few moments to look at her pussy. The scent of her was filling up the room, he leaned in and buried his nose between her folds, taking a big sniff. “Oh, my darling… You are so beautiful… Such a gorgeous cunt, just waiting for me to touch. We have to treat her nicely.” His head dove down and he licked a fat stripe up her slip. Her legs around his head twitched and she let out a breathy moan, clearly not expecting his sudden move. However, she loved it!

“DADDY! Oh—- That feels so good…” she just kept on whimpering from his tongue.

He took his index finger and poked her throbbing clit with it. “Feel this? This is the spot you have to focus on the most.” She nodded but threw her head back when his fingers sped up. “It’s better when you’re wet, let me just…” his finger reached down to her entrance and painted her clit with some of her slick. The room filled up with the filthy sounds of her wet pussy. “Mmm… I can’t believe how perfect you are, and you taste so so sweet. So sweet for your daddy, bunny.” His head went back down and he continued his assault with his tongue and sinful lips.

He switched places, so now his finger was caressing her from the inside while his lips sucked her little pearl into his mouth. He brought her to the edge and stopped just before she could cum all over his face. She whined loudly and he just laughed, his clean hand reached up to squish her cheeks and make sure she really was listening. “Be patient, I will make you come all over my mouth. But, you have to promise me something.” She just nodded eagerly with a quiet “yes, daddy.”

“If we are doing this, you are going to be mine.” She turned her head to the side, not sure what he meant, wasn’t she already his? “I will teach you all you need to know. How to touch yourself, how to touch me, everything you want. I will help you prepare, so daddy can finally fuck your sweet virgin cunt. We will have so much fun together, daddy will spoil you with everything you could ever want.” Her eyes had a certain sparkle to them, she was completely in subspace, how perfect.

“Please, daddy, I want that, I really really do… Please, let me be good for you.” Her tone was showing that she was being genuine.

“Then no silly boys, no one else. This pussy is only for daddy. For him to smell, lick, touch and fuck, no one else.”

“NO ONE ELSE, DADDY! I don’t want any boys, only you. Please, please, please!” Her hands grabbed his hair, trying to bury his face into her cunt.

“Good girl.” He said proudly and went right back to work. His movements sped up and she was arching her back, moaning for him.

After a minute, she finally tipped over the edge and Cillian felt her fluid in his mouth, which caused him to moan too. What a lovely girl, squirting on his tongue. He tried to drag it out for a bit, but when it got too much she pushed his head away, panting filled up the room.

He crawled back up and let her nuzzle herself into his sweater, his strong arms swallowed up her slender form completely. “You were so good, you and I are going to be so happy together.” She nodded into his neck, she really loved when he embraced her like this, his neck was her favourite hiding spot. His skin was soft and full of freckles, and that is where his manly scent was so strong. “Now, how about… You find us a movie to watch, and I’ll order us food?” He stroked her hair, she got out of his neck to smile and nod at him excitedly. She kissed his lips and left kisses all around his face, showing how grateful she was for him and his care.

And that is all he wanted in the world, to see his bunny happy.

taglist: @your-nanas-house

[4allthefours4]

A Punishment to Remember

(Use of the word cunt. Reader doesn’t mind feminine clothing.)

Minors DNI

Kinks/Warnings: Bondage, Toys, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Mean Dom Tighnari

I’m a hardcore Tighnari simp, don’t judge my fantasy. Lmao

Being in a relationship with Tighnari let you discover a few things about yourself. One, being the fact that feminine clothing made you feel more free. Two being that you absolutely loved headpats. And three, you’re one horny bitch.

“Nari, p- please...” you stutter, body jolting with every pulse of the toy inside you. 

The fox simply glances at you, fidgeting with a small device in his hand before returning to reading. This was supposed to be a punishment, but the man couldn’t say no to your tearful face, at least sometimes. 

You writhe in your place on your shared bed, hands still tied together behind your back. Your feet and legs are separated with a bar, giving the fox the perfect view of your lower half whenever he wishes to look at you. You take the few moments you know you have to gather your breath, shifting in your place to a better area covered in less of your fluids than the previous. The punishment had been going on for at least an hour, the fox leaving the bed after only a few minutes of watching you squirm.

The reasoning for the punishment was dumb, really. You had gotten particularly distracted in trying to beat Cyno in a game of TCG, completely forgetting to return the book you had borrowed from the library a week prior. Your perfect record of non-overdue books had been broken, because of a simple card game. Honestly, if it were anyone else Tighnari wouldn’t care. He’d simply remind you of the book in your satchel when you returned home and he’d watch you leave the house once again to return said book. Unfortunately, or... fortunately, you were a horny bastard telling him to punish you anytime he deemed it necessary. 

Electricity shoots up your spine as the toy continues its previous vibrations, the intensity much higher than before. A rabbit vibrator was the toy of choice for today’s activity, the toy being able to stimulate both your insides and your tiny dick. 

“I want you to apologize to me for wasting perfectly good daylight playing card games when you were supposed to be returning this book.” Tighnari  finally speaks, shutting the book in his hands with a loud snap.

“I’m sORrY!” You start, the vibrations inside you intensify making you arch your back. A sinful moan leaves your swollen lips as you cum for what felt like the tenth time that night. In all honesty, you had lost track of your orgasms after the third.

A small chuckle leaves the fennec fox as he watches you squirm in your place on the bed. He watches as your walls desperately try and push the toy out, a small string thankfully keeping it in place. He had thought of everything to make this the most pleasurable punishment he could. 

Before another loud moan can rip through you, soft lips smash against your swollen ones, swallowing the moan in your throat. Tighnari’s tongue forces your mouth open, not that you were complaining, fighting yours for dominance. Almost as quickly as the fight starts it ends, you happily letting the man’s tongue explore your mouth. No spot is left untouched as your tongues dance together in a passionate make out.

You freeze as a particularly loud moan leaves you, almost biting the other’s tongue off. The toy had turned to its max, the harsh vibrations make you cum once again, mouth opening in a silent scream. Tighnari watches with wide eyes as liquid sprays from your cunt, chuckling as your legs twitch much more than before. 

Tears stream from your eyes as you beg the fox to stop the vibrations ripping orgasms out of you left and right. Your sensitivity had finally caught up to you, making the once pleasurable vibrations almost unbearable. 

“One more, love. I know you can give me one more like that.” Tighnari whispers, rotating the vibrator inside you. He separates the other part from your dick, choosing instead to rub the nub by himself. His hands are skillful as he watches your cunt pulse with each movement from his hand. His left hand grips the handle on the toy, thrusting it in and out of you as his right speeds its assault on your dick.

Your back involuntarily arches as a pornographic moan leaves your throat. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you squirt once more, vision going white for a few seconds. 

“There you go. Is my handsome baby satisfied?” Tighnari whispers in your ear. You nod your head as much as you can, sleep threatening to take you. “Sleep, my prince. I will take care of this mess for you.”

You let out a small hum, vision going black as you pass out from exhaustion. The last thing you hear is a faint chuckle from the man beside you.

[luvvrz]

Blurred Lines [Logan / Reader, 18+]

AKA: You and your roommate have something unspoken going on, but the author is half-asleep writing and hoping to god my words make any sense at all because they did NAWT proofread

Additional tags: female reader, friends to lovers, oral stimulation, worship

OTHER WORKS

The way Logan ate was, well... as animalistic as expected.

In his defense, he was a goddamn animal - attempting to housetrain a man like that was like trying to teach a goldfish how to drive.

As he began to chow down, you moved across the kitchen. Your apartment wasn't very big, but it was more than enough for the two of you - though, it was pretty humurous seeing his bulking form squished into one of your tiny kitchen chairs.

He smells of outdoors, of blood and sweat. He could use a bath, no doubt, but there was something enticing about that earthy scent, masculine in nature - so overwhelmingly Logan.

Christ, the two of you were walking a bit of a blurred line, here.

You'd been roommates for God knows how long, now. Sure, there was a bit of flirting here and there, but you always maintained your distance. You get too close to the Wolverine, you get burnt.

As you flutter about like some kind of butterfly, hazel eyes track after you, watching how your pajamas cling to your curves, how your body shifts and stretches. It's almost a tease, the way you bend and move around. His body responds in kind, and he has to shift on the chair to adjust himself discreetly.

Logan takes another bite of his dinner to clear that thought, noticing how the taste of the meat and veggies doesn't do much to quench that heat. He'd give a kidney for some whiskey to take the edge off, but he's all out - though, unbeknownst to him, you know him like the back of your hand.

Even so, you fail notice the way he adjusts himself discreetly in his jeans, or the way his eyes drag over your form. You don't have superhuman senses like he, but you do know him. You know his drinking habits, and you know from the look on his face that his stash is all but dry. You don't even turn to face him as you gather two glasses from the cabinet, before reaching into the pantry.

Whiskey - a freshly bought bottle, from the looks of it.

You take your time, placing a few ice cubes in each cup, before filling them upwards. To the brim, just like he did. You lacked supernatural instincts, but you were observant enough.

"You look thirsty."

The irony of that sentence is lost on you.

You don't wait for a response before you're slipping into the seat across from him, pushing the amber filled glass across the wood. It's enough to render him speechless, a feat not often accomplished - yet, he finds himself almost choking on his dinner. What were you, a goddamn mind reader? Those eyes were wide, unbelieving as they flickered from the glass, to your almost smug face.

"Where'd ya' get this, Bub?"

His voice is barely a grunt as he leans forwards in his seat, calloused hand slipping around the cup. His gaze is back on the glass, tracing the condensation racing down the side for only a moment before he's taking a long swig. It burns going down, and he's grateful for the feeling - a temporary respite from the tension.

"And you? You don't drink whiskey."

This makes you huff a laugh, much to his amusement. There's something alluring about the way you swirl your own glass almost absentmindedly, the alcohol within like liquid gold as your eyes meet his over the rim. There's something intense in the air, electric and dangerous, enough to make him look away almost instantly. For a moment, the room is silent, save for the sound of ice clinking together in some kind of bizarre symphony, before you're speaking again.

"Ah, you didn't know me in college."

You didn't even nurse your drink. Logan's entranced as you bring it to those pink lips, draining the glass in one goddamn fell swoop. Your throat bobs as you swallow, and only once it's completely empty do you slam it back down on the table, a thumb coming up to dab the remnants off the corner of your mouth. It's a nice burn, a low buzz that makes your belly feel warm.

And fuck, it makes Logan feel warm all over, too.

You didn't even bat a goddamn eyelash. Your skin's reddening from the liquor, your lips are spread in that ever-present smirk, and you look like a goddamn angel sent from hell. His eyes don't leave your mouth, watching as that little tongue peaks out to lick at your lips.

Lord have Mercy.

Your lips are moving again, though, and he's broken from his trance.

"Friends drink together, yeah?"

The word makes bile threaten to rise in his throat. Friend, his ass. Friends don't look each other in the eye as they tongue fuck a glass of whiskey - which you'd thrown back like it was a glass of water. Logan's been with a lot of women, seen a lot of shit, yet nothing made his dick stand at attention quicker than watching you drink like a Sailor. You, petite and sweet you, so innocent and pretty and Christ, he wanted to defile. Tear it to shreds, give you something else to wrap those pretty lips around -

"Yeah... friends." He grumbles, bringing his own glass back to his lips.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

One drink turns to two, and two turns into four, and soon enough, the pair of you are six drinks in.

Between the two of you, you've probably drank enough to knock out a whole bar top full of grown men - yet there you sit, pretty as can be, holding the nearly empty bottle to your chest like it was nothing. Sure, your eyes are glossy, and your face is the color of a cherry, but you're holding up immaculately. Your speech isn't slurred, and you don't even look remotely close to hurling, like most in your position would be.

You take yet another sip, crossing one leg over the other - though, the way you're drinking is anything but ladylike.

"Do you even get drunk? I mean, I'd assume the whole regeneration shit would wipe it all right out of there."

Logan huffs softly, the closest thing to a laugh you'd ever get out of him.

"I heal. Ain't got shit to do with being drunk."

Another swig, though the drink is the furthest thing from his mind. How could it not be, he thinks, as his eyes rake across your crossed legs. Sitting so fuckin' pretty, like a living doll.

How can he focus on anything besides those creamy thighs, blemish free and just barely hidden beneath the silken fabric of those pajama shorts. He wants to touch, to grab, to *claim.* You're too good for him, he knows it. You don't deserve what he can provide - or the lack thereof. But he can't help it - sure, he doesn't need a human woman, but damn does he want this one.

And from the way you've been eyeing him like a piece of meat over the table, he's sure you want him too.

He doesn't notice that you're speaking again, nor does he notice that you've risen from your seat. Hell, he doesn't notice a damn thing besides the way that shirt clings to your perky little tits. Lord, are you not wearing a bra? He can see the shape of those pretty nipples just barely stretching the fabric. He'd have a mouth wrapped around one of those melons if you'd just -

Let him in.

He doesn't know where his self-control has gone. Out the window a long time ago, he reckons. Suddenly, a calloused hand is wrapped around your wrist. You're so close he can smell your shampoo, something flowery. He can smell everything. The scent of surprise as he grabs you up, and the scent of interest that follows right after.

He rises to his feet.

"We need ta' talk."

His voice is gruff, a mere rumble as he peers down at you. The contact has your cheeks reddening further, a spark shooting up your spine. He looks so domineering like this, staring down at you through half-lidded eyes, all long dark lashes and widened pupils. You've gone stiff. For a moment, you're floundering. Flustered, as your brain short circuits.

"I, uh..."

You sputter dumbly, wrist flexing weakly in his grip. Your eyes are everywhere but him. He wishes you would look at him - he needs you to look at him.

"I don't really want to talk."

The flush on those pretty cheeks makes his chest ache. He wants to bend you right over this fucking table, but he's just barely got some restraint left within him. He wants to allow his lips to meet that supple neck, to sink his teeth into that skin. To drag them down along your chest, to bury his dick so deep in your heat that -

He growls lowly, bowing his head to better meet your gaze.

"Tough."

He's drawing closer, pink lips just barely ghosting the shell of your ear.

"Don't avoid me, girl. I can smell your lies."

Your jaw goes lax in response, sending a sense of triumph spiking high in his chest. He's teasing you, and you know it. He can smell the excitement leaking into the air, and he loves playing with you like this. You're shuddering in his hands, breath catching in your throat, and he can't help but to swallow thickly. That look in your eyes, it's going straight to his cock.

"Oh, look at you."

And you fucking twitch. You're eating out of the palm of his hand, and it has something feral deep within him roaring with delight. The way your pupils are dilating, it's sending a fire across his skin, lighting his fucking soul ablaze. You look so needy, like he's hung the stars himself.

And then you whimper, and whatever restraint he previously retained snaps.

He groans, a gruff 'fuck' as his hands wrap around those dainty hips like you weigh nothing at all. He's lifting you upwards, setting you up on the counter, and he wastes no time slotting himself between those long legs. His hands are everywhere, one sliding up to cup a handful of those gorgeous tits, while the other moves up to grip your jaw. He's turning your head you meet his gaze, lips just a hairs-width away from your own.

"Say it. Tell me you want me, baby. Let me hear you."

The dominance dripping off his tone is enough to make you whine. His hands are massaging, squeezing, demanding your attention. It's hard to compile any coherent thoughts as those deft fingers close around a nipple, pinching just hard enough to make your back arch upwards against him.

You fucking love it. He can smell it on you as you bob your head dumbly.

"U-Uh-huh. Need you, Logan, I need you so bad."

Your fucking voice, so needy and desperate, it sends an inferno of heat crashing through his chest, and his lips meet yours passionately before you can even finish your sentence.

He's biting at your lip, searching for entrance. His hands are exploring, touching and squeezing and claiming whatever they can reach. They massage at your hips, before sliding downwards to cup your ass. Then he's yanking you forward, tucking his cock snugly within the cleft of your thigh. The feeling makes him shiver, and he has to reel himself in to keep from cumming in his pants like some virgin.

"You don't know what you fuckin' do to me. Been drivin' me crazy for fuckin' weeks, dreamin' about that slutty little mouth of yers'."

He's so hard against you that he's throbbing, and you're reacting like some post-orgasmic Madonna. Those pretty eyes are fluttering, fighting to stay open as you grip his shoulder blades like a lifeline. He's big, and for a moment, he wonders how its going to fit - then again, he really doesn't give a shit. He'll make it fit.

You're gasping into his mouth, licking and sucking and biting on whatever comes closest. Your lips are swollen, and there's drool running down your chin, but you clearly couldn't care less - not when you're sucking on his tongue so greedily it has him seeing stars, making his eyes go unfocused.

"Fuck me, baby, I can take it." You gasp, delicate fingers finding it's way to the hem of your shirt.

One hand snatches your own, pulling it away. He's growling, the sound reverberating his whole chest as he breaks the kiss. He's greedy as he moves to your neck, nosing gently at your pulse point.

You smell so goddamn good.

Then he's latching on, all teeth and tongue as his hands make quick work or your shirt, tearing the fabric like it's a piece of paper. It makes you squeal - he's sure you loved that shirt, but he doesn't give a damn. Not now.

"You're gonna take whatever I fuckin' give you, yeah?"

His head is hazy, and the way you're moaning like a wanton little bitch isn't helping him see any clearer. Your titties are bouncing, just barely held back by that flimsy bra, and his pants are so constricting that it hurts. He's got a vice grip on your thighs, fingers digging into the skin as he moves down your body, punctuation each movement with a kiss, or a nip. You whine the whole way down, making him grin into your skin.

From your chest, to your belly, to your waist line. Your hands have found purchase in his hair, knotting through the unkempt lock, and those nails are scratching at his scalp in just the right way that has him wanting to sing praises to the heavens. Those sharp teeth are catching in the waistline of your pants, and he's dragging them down with him.

You look divine like this, bare and trembling for him. His fucking mouth is watering, and you're getting off just on the way he's staring up at you from between your thighs. He looks predatory, eyes dark and narrowed as he licks a thin stripe at your inner thigh. Your hands are pushing down, so goddamn impatient. You're calling out for him like a mantra, and he hasn't even started yet.

If he was a lesser man, he would've fucked you there. But he didn't just want to fuck you, he wanted to worship you. Make you cum on his tongue and sing his name until it's the only word you remember.

He intends to do exactly that.

One hand is slipping beneath the wristbands of his sweats as he leans closer, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your pretty pussy. It makes you tense, and he chuckles softly as he uses his free hand to push your thighs further apart. Spread and bare, he feels like a parched man in the desert. Your pussy is so goddamn pretty, clit swollen and walls of velvet fluttering around fucking nothing. God, he could cum just from watching your squirm like this.

But this wasn't about him.

Without much more resistance, he's diving in. One slow stripe up your soaking slit has you keening, back arching as taut as a bow. He's sure you're squealing, but your thighs are squeezing his head so tightly that everything's muffled. He can't help but to groan at the heady taste of you, so fucking wet it's coating your thighs. He's like a man starved as he begins to worship your pussy like it's the only thing left on this fucking earth.

The fist around himself grips him tighter, and God, he feels like a fucking rock. He can't remember ever being this hard before. His balls are tight, and he's twitching angrily at each slick pass of his hand. The taste of you, mixed with the feeling of his calloused hand makes his eyes roll back.

You were so fucking sexy, the way you babbled as he tongue-fucked you like his life depended on it. In and out, your walls squeezing his tongue as if trying to beckon it deeper. He laughs at that, at your impatience, pulling back for a moment. You whine, clearly displeased by the lost of contact - until he spits on your your clit, thumb moving up to rub quick, tight circles on the bundle of nerves as he met your eyes once more.

"Talk to me, baby, tell me what you need."

It's pointless, really. You're gone, past the point of communication, but it's adorable the way that you try. You're babbling so sweetly, and the only words he can make out is 'please' and 'thank you.' His cock jumps at that, at his sweet girl begging so prettily.

His thumb is still doing figure-8s on your clit, tongue still lapping at your pussy like it was the only thing he knew how to do. He deserves a medal for multitasking, he thinks - not that it mattered. He could cum just like this, stroking his dick or not.

You're close, and he can tell. He didn't expect you to last long, not with how sensitive you were, but it was still a surprise to feel your walls start to constrict urgently around his tongue. He smirks, eyes darting up to watch your blushing face. You can't even meet his eyes anymore, too fucked out to do anything but sit there and take it.

So goddamn gorgeous.

It doesn't take long, not at all. He can sense it, in the way your muscles grow tense. You're getting wetter in his mouth, your hips canting upwards with purpose. Your grip in his hair is growing tighter, and your breathing is erratic. Only a little more, you told him. Then it became a mission.

Your words were true. All it took was him sucking your clit into his mouth, two fingers moving downwards to slip into you and curling upwards in a 'come here' motion, and then you were spasming like a woman possessed. He doesn't think he's ever heard you scream that loudly, and he doesn't think he's ever heard a sound so beautiful in his life. He isn't ashamed by the way he follows promptly after, either, spilling hot and fast into his pants with a breathy grunt.

The line wasn't blurred, not anymore.

[galebrainrot2024]

GalexYou Hiding at the Goblin Camp

This was inspired by @orangekittyenergy's list of ideas for pre-relationship and pining Gale and I am just putting their idea to paper. I plan to write more of these based off of them, we all deserve a little more pining and fluff! I gave myself butterflies with this one sheesh

Summary: Gale and You (Gender Neutral) are forced to hide in the Goblin camp in close quarters and Gale is unable to stop thinking about your proximity and the blossoming feelings he has for you. Straight up pining and fluff.

Master List

“Shit!” You ducked down abruptly and pulled Gale down by the sleeve eliciting a quiet grunt of protest. A pair of drunken Goblins hum into the room, blissfully unaware of Priestess Gut’s eviscerated body as they sing in merriment. Gale’s throat closed and his knees cramped as you pressed back into his thighs, turned into him. He swallowed hard as he feels your hand against his lower back for purchase, to make sure you both fit in the secluded hiding spot. It was hardly big enough for one grown person, let alone two. 

Gale tried to focus on the dank, disgusting smell instead of you nearly in his lap. The warmth of your body pressed against his and as your breath mingled, he thought surely the orb had taken him. Your cheeks were flushed and a light sheen of sweat covered you. Gale desperately wanted to lean forward and kiss you, delicately against where your ear met your neck and taste the salt of battle. Sinful yearning thrummed in his core, his stomached knotted and goosebumps enveloped him. Despite the fear of imminent death, Gale’s mind was elsewhere. Perhaps it was the brush with danger that evoked such a strong arousal. He’d read about it, countless times. His heart thudded erratically and heat licked up his spine. Your legs were warm against his and the closeness made him flush with embarrassment. 

As your gaze was on the Goblins, Gale inhaled and adrenaline rushed through his veins when your scent wrapped him in bliss. He had forgotten the sweet musk of mortals, having spent so long isolated or with Mystra. The day’s sweat lingered on your skin and as you tussled your hair he was hit by a wave of pine mingled with dirt. It drove him mad and he felt electricity pierce his DNA. He felt like he was suffocating and wanted to rip off his skin. He knew so little about you and yet felt he had known you for a lifetime. He felt pathetic, so starved for attention he was enamored with the first empathetic person he saw. The moment you pulled him from the portal, Gale knew he was ruined. It was your eyes, the curiosity in them and the kindness you extended without knowing who or what you were helping. And then, when he revealed his sordid past to you instead of disdain and judgment you offered compassion and kindness without knowing more than he had a cat, a library, and enjoyed wine from time to time. Gale wondered how, despite the horror and looming threat of becoming a mindflayer, he had gotten so lucky to have met you. 

Gale couldn’t remember a time where he experienced such visceral longing for another. Although he had plenty of mortal conquests before his time with Mystra, he didn’t remember them feeling quite so profound. Don’t be ridiculous, he thought. With his condition as it was, he tried to avoid any unnecessary stimulation and you were exactly that. He tried to keep away and was (obviously) unsuccessful. You felt like breathing for the first time or learning a new incantation. 

It was all too much. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and he cleared his throat. He almost groaned when you, without turning to look at him, placed your fingers against his lips to hush him. Your fingers lingered for a moment and Gale felt unholy warmth pool in his core, a shudder rolled through him. When you dropped your fingers, they grazed across Gale’s chest and he stopped breathing. 

Get a grip, he scolded himself, this is just the first contact you’ve had in over a year, you hardly know this person. It’s their biology, nothing more. Unless it isn’t, which is not likely. 

Although he could not yet admit it to himself, it was not just biology. 

He had successfully, up until this point, avoided being in such close proximity to you for this very reason. Even though you had only been traveling together for a few weeks, the chemistry that sparked between you and Gale was intoxicating and he chased the rush like a love-sick puppy. Despite his best efforts, once he understood the fluttering of guttural feeling was in fact not the orb, but you he found it almost impossible to keep far. Gale loved sharing information with you, adoring how your eyes gleamed whenever he was deep in monologue. You were one of the first who allowed him to provide his talents and intelligence without mockery or malice, especially in such a short time. Even though Astarion would groan every time he spoke, you would hush him and encourage Gale to continue. It was how you bit your lip when deep in thought and how he wished he could taste you, to share a tender and slow kiss… Gale tried to ground himself and recenter his thoughts, but it was too late. As you huddled for safety, his body pressing tightly to you. At first, Gale ignored the sensation and attributed it to the orb. The feeling wasn’t dissimilar, though the orb’s persistent ache was more of a gnawing hunger where food does not quite sate you. 

This hunger was all together different. Gale tried earnestly to maintain his composure, wondering what you were thinking about. 

Once the Goblins stumbled out of the room, somehow oblivious to their murdered healer, neither you nor Gale moved. You turned to look at Gale and he fell into your emotive pools, neither of you moving. Your breath and his echoed between the wall and crate, the air between you thick with words unsaid. 

That was until Karlach peaked her head over, raising her eyebrows. “So… are you both ready to join us again or what?” 

Gale and you laughed awkwardly in unison, still holding each other’s gaze and stood, your bodies synched now. They know each other and cannot wait until they can have more. 

[rayas-ryoiki-tenkai]

something a little different

• tags: gojo/reader, 18+ minors dni, vibrator, semi-public smut

• summary: the vibrator presses against your clit and it drives gojo wild

•°. *࿐ this story contains explicit themes. minors dni •°. *࿐

"It's fairly silent," soft, white hair bounces when he tilts his head, "no one will know."

He's watching you, peering down beyond his blackout sunglasses to what muscle twitches where, how you fill your chest slowly and expel in a sigh. You're thinking about it, of course, the tempting thrill, a silent pleasure that will shift so loudly in your bones. Gojo can already spot how your thighs attempt to shake the exciting tickle off them.

"It's not a cursed tool, is it?"

Gojo shakes his head chuckling, but damn if it was, he'd have found all there was to find in the archive back in his clan's base. Not that he seemed fond of rummaging through anyone's underwear, something told Satoru that cursed tool sex toys weren't a thing.

"I will have the remote, obviously," he leans further into the seat to spread his legs. God, even the thought of you searching his eyes in a crowd when you're fighting the stimulation on your clit, that plead to give you a merciful moment to breathe, what a pretty sight you'd be.

You bite your nails.

He gestures a lipstick-sized, and disguised, bullet vibrator to you in two feeble fingers. It dangles in a tease, calling to you in a breathy whisper, or maybe that's just Gojo.

You know it'll feel so good. A stir in your pelvis that your boyfriend could push over if he so willed it. You'll shake and cry.

"Fine," you give into the fire in his eyes, an ice that burns. You know something pulls you into him despite the evergrowing list of 'maybe this'll be a bad idea' festering in the forefront of your mind. Because if things go wrong, if you need swooping away from a messy situation, you just had to say the word.

Gojo stands up and your spine stiffens. His steps are paced, deliberate, kissing the tension with soft praises as he steps closer. His breath fans down your face, bright eyes drinking up the both of yours before resting on the plump part of your lips.

A finger trails at the base of your throat and he drags it up your windpipe, relishing in the nervous swallow that shifts the movement. Bony ridges and pliant skin, Satoru pulls his finger up underneath your chin, savoring the jittery wash of electricity that rushes through you.

You feel light. A breath. Your chest runs rampant from his closeness, the sheer intensity of his scent setting back your resolve as you stare at his lips too. Pretty and pink, one of the softest parts of him considering he's all slim built and toned muscle everywhere else. He inches to press them onto yours weakly, as if he hadn't decided how to merge your mouths together this time.

They grow firm when his finger and thumb tilt up your chin. A sure, needy thing. He kisses into you hard and sharp like a parched man, staggering in search for lady lake in vast heat. Open-mouthed and so fucking wet. And he's found his drink, favoring his sweet tooth with your sweet tongue.

Playing with your tongue, his other hand plays with the strap of your pants, catching onto the band of your underwear. You squeak into his mouth when his hand dips to place the vibrator into position against your clit.

Gojo smiles against your lips.

"You'll take it, right?" He breathes.

"I'll take it."

You submit.

-.--.-

"Shh shh," Gojo's palm squeezes around your mouth, catching loud moans before they fall on the ears of the public. Your fingers tighten in his shirt. Fuck, it feels so good.

The restaurant was oblivious to how you rocked your hips in one of their booths, a needy sight for Satoru to drink up and have his own problem in his jeans.

Purposely on the lowest setting, you ached for more, but Satoru was no where near to grant you that mercy. So, you turned to extreme methods.

Lifting your drink, you stuck your tongue out to curl around the straw, wet and sloppy. You sucked with a sensual hum in your throat, looking at him through your lashes. Gojo caught the full extent of your show and it shot straight to his crotch.

Oh, so you wanted to play that game?

Now, he presses you into the bathroom door, edging the intensity until your cheeks flush, your eyes lose focus and your knees buckle, just to knock it down again to leave you hanging. You dread at the sound of the remote clicking when you get so, so close to coming, Gojo abruptly tuning the vibrating near null.

So blissfully painful, your clit feels like it's on fire. The overstimulation stirs into an impending orgasm, but it's just not enough.

"Baby, you look so good like this," Satoru purrs, his breath tickling in your ear. You're desperately clinging onto him, fingers bunching into fabric, flexing and shaking as if you couldn't decide what to do with them. Gojo is drunk on the power, dizzy with how your pretty little face stretches into pretty little expressions. That curl of your brows. Your jaw hanging low.

You hum loudly against his hand, erotic and messy.

He all but watches you, gives you the attention to feel the spotlight of his flashy blue eyes, and it spurs you on more. Your thighs lack the strength but they squeeze together still; you just need a little bit more.

Fuck, it feels like your skin could burn through your clothes, your nipples painfully stiff against your dress and bra. Gojo drags his lips along your neck, hovering close enough to wash your body in pure electric bliss.

Metal clanks as Gojo unbuckles his belt, a hand immediately freeing his straining issues. He pulls a packet from his pocket, rips it with his teeth and rolls the condom to the base of his cock. Fuck, the way your eyes glaze over at his cock like you could already feel him fucking you into the door until you collapsed.

The desire runs rampant. You buck your hips.

Your words muffle behind his hand. The buzz of the vibrator almost drowns you out. He hears you clear enough anyway.

"Please, Satoru," he lifts from your mouth to hear you say it, "Let me cum, please. Fuck me good."

Your hands are shaky, finding uncertain purchase on his shoulder as he lines himself up, the angry tip of his cock coaxing itself with your leaking juices. The vibrator buzzes idly on the floor. Your breath is unsteady.

One push in and you're already so close.

Shit, he fills you up so good and so easily.

He bottoms out and stills. Your moans shift a pitch higher, so close to pulsing around the glorious shape of him in your walls. If he moves the slightest, you're so done for.

And fuck, he does.

Pulling out slightly to ogle at how wet you're around him, he slams back in to the hilt, kissing the spot that makes you shake the most. And you cum immediately, a loud pornographic moan right into his ear, your lower back pushing into him to shake off the insistent edging he gave you.

"Fuck," he mutters, and by God you feel so good fluttering around his cock, so warm and wet. His hips jut forward of their own accord, he can't hold it back any longer.

And he thrusts a sloppy pace to fuck you through your orgasm and rile up the next, the smacking and squelching of your hips spurring him on to fasten the pace. You cling to him, ankles locked around his waist, arms locked around his neck; you know you'd fall if he moved you away from the door.

Fuck, fuck, you feel it squirming again, your breaths stagger once more.

The bathroom door handle shakes, and when it doesn't budge, a loud knock resounds.

Before you have the voice to gasp, your head thuds the door and Gojo clamps your mouth with his palm again. His sunglasses are thrown wherever, and bright cerulean locks with your eyes. His pale eyebrows are curled dangerously.

He fucks harder, faster and for some unbeknownst reason, louder. His hips thrust purposefully, rough and angry, how dare someone impose on his focus to fuck you good?

Satoru rests his forehead on yours, daring you to pull away from the eye contact, not that you wanted to anyway. The sheer will to making you come apart on his cock again only added to your commencing orgasm. That wild look. A starved beast behind the front of wolfish grin.

The door knocks again.

Gojo snarls. His hips smack painfully and you whimper under his palm. Tears fall on the back of his hand. Your toes curl, teetering on the edge of another mind-fucked orgasm. Your eyes roll back. Your hums grow short and high.

"Shit," Gojo hisses when you clamp around him and immediately pulses inside of you as he cums. Cushiony walls milk him deliciously and he messily thrusts into you to ride it out. His breath is heavy, spent. Your chest pushes into him as you breathe shakily.

Satoru drops the palm on your lips. You can't help but laugh.

He certainly made you shake and cry.

[holybibly]

when i tell you that hongjoong has had my shy submissive ass in a chokehold these past few weeks,, i can’t stop thinking about riding him in his studio (maybe even with seonghwa watching 👀) and having him taunt me like “aww poor baby couldn’t wait? needed me that badly?” oh my GOD.

kim hongjoong when i (consensually) get my hands on you I’ll give you the night of your life

Today is the last, the hard hours continue until the end of the week.

Looks like you’re not the only one under our captain’s cute little finger. Most of the requests I get now concern him.

Something makes you incredibly soft and submissive when you have sex in the studio with Hongjoong. It's just a certain level of intimacy between you that only the two of you realise. But lately, more and more, you've started to imagine what it would be like to have Songhwa's sparkling cat eyes watching you as you bounce up and down on Hongjun's cock.

When they started working on their new album MATZ, that idea became even more powerful. There were always three of you. The small studio became cramped and filled with too much sexual tension. Every time you sat on Hongjoong's lap, you felt Songhwa's hot, dark gaze slide over you, making you squirm in your seat and rub against Hongjun's cock in the most delightful way. You're getting so wet that you think you're going to stain your boyfriend's trousers.

Joong doesn't seem to mind being in public at all, as his hand quickly finds its way under your dress shirt. Or, to be more precise, under the shirt you wear as a dress. The warm, possessive touch of his palm against your needy pussy sends a pleasant shiver throughout your body.

"Wait! What are you doing? Hongjoong, stop it right now. Hwa is still there." You whimper softly into his neck, but damn, he smells so delicious. You don't even notice how you start to kiss him. Slowly, lazily, you lick his honey skin. Joong is just so sweet, so bitter, so spicy—damn, he is just so divine. 

"Mmm… please kiss me. I want you to kiss me." You moan into his neck as you run the tip of your tongue along the tantalising mole. You will find yourself falling into subspace without even realising it. The effect that Hongjoong have on you wash away any rational thought.

"So needy, aren't you baby?" He chuckles with a dark chuckle and runs his fingers through your hair. "My baby just a little slut, you act so naughty when Seonghwa is looking at you. Are you going to show him your pretty pussy as well, mm?"

"Whatever it is that makes you happy."

"You are so pretty. Isn't she beautiful, Hwa?"

"A beauty, for sure." You just go with the flow and let yourself get lost in the velvety sound of their voices. Seonghwa has always sounded so sexy and dark, or is that just a figment of your imagination?

"Do you know that she looks even more beautiful when she is riding on my dick?" Hongjoong kisses your lips sweetly and lifts up your dress to reveal your pretty, semi-sheer panties. This cute but slutty set is what he especially loves. "Do you want a look?"

"Limits?" Hwa asks, getting up from where he's sitting and coming closer to you. His hot body is pressed against your back and his soft, inviting lips are touching the back of your neck. It hits you like an electric current through your body.

"Please, I need you so much. God, daddy, I need you to be inside me so badly. My pussy hurts." You shake your hips desperately, clinging to Hongjoong's shoulders and lean your head back against Seonghwa's, immediately getting trapped by his gaze. His eyes are impenetrable dark and you feel like you want to be swallowed."I beg you."

"Absolutely unlimited. You can do whatever you want".

That's just how you find yourself, desperately bouncing on your gorgeous boyfriend's cock as Seonghwa rubs his graceful long fingers over your clit, further stimulating you and leaving wet kisses along your neck and shoulders. Hongjoong plays with your breasts, pinching your nipples and tugging at them. He bites and kisses you so hard that every single cell in your body dries up like a white flame.

"You look so perfect between us, you sweet little slut. We'll just ruin your needy pussy. That's what you want, isn't it?"

And yes, that is exactly what you have such a craving for.

[eroslove88]

Ok I've never done this before so I hope it'll go well :)

But uh could you please do something with mommy kink Raiden Shogun, Ganyu and Shenhe forcibly breastfeeding their bratty sub? I really like your writing style so I look forward to it but if you're only able to do one please do Ganyu thanks again and good day/night 🙏

Lactation Kink + Bratty Sub. (Gn reader!)

Warnings: Noncon, lactation kink, mommy kink, power dynamics, slight yandere, small use of electricity and implied kidnapping

Note: I LOVE DOMINANT WOMEN!!! They have my heart and soul. Cocogoat Ganyu headcannon.

Shenhe *¨*• Cold *¨*•

You're shorter than her and much warmer than her. She's cold- not she really is. Her cold hands forcibly grab your jaw and her other arm snakes around your waist cradling you in a position where your mouth is being shoved onto her nipple.

It's already leaking due to the forced stimulation of your tongue, she never liked noisy people and she never took you as the talkative type. She hated people who complained when things were going fine, she didn't see the need in you cussing her out. So if you wanted to do something with your mouth she gave you something much more important to do. You recoiled when her nipples started leaking beads of milk, in disgust you tried pulling away but that's when her nails dug into your jaw shoving forcing your lips to wrap around her leaky bud.

Your protests were muffled by her breast, "M-Mommy, swop" your words slurred by the fat in your mouth, she only shushed your meaningless words by shoving you deeper into her chest. Her heart was beating you fast from the thrill of your squirming body. Shenhe is not as vocal as you are, she let's out small noises. "That's right, be good for mommy" she whispered between heavy breaths.

Ganyu ♡ Delusional ♡

Ganyu is typically patient and she doesn't understand why you're throwing tantrums and being rude to her. She's just trying to take care of you. Ganyu is soft and she's not trying to hurt you, "It's ok, mommy's going to take good care of you" just like a child she thinks you're hungry after barely stimulating her chest she looks for you, "What the hell are you doi-" her hands gently squish your cheeks together, "Shhh, it's going to be ok. Mommy's here" the next thing you knew you were trying to fight off the adeptus while one of her hands squishes her tit.

Milk fills your mouth and you almost gag at the warm liquid. "It's just like goat milk don't worry" she reassures, "Swallow it baby" she purrs as your tongue tastes her sweet milk and your lips latch onto her dripping bud.

She whimpers at the sensation of your warm lips. Her hand moves down to coerce yours to milk her full breast causing warm milk to gush into your mouth and down your throat. Your watery eyes look up at her weary face when she releases her fluid.

"It's ok sweetie drink as much as you need" her breaths labored. When you gargle a groan, "Swallow baby, you're going to choke" her hands still squishing your cheeks making some of her milk drip from the corners of your mouth.

Raiden Shogun ☆ Cruel ☆

Ei knows what she is, but she doesn't like to be reminded of it constantly. Besides, she's your god. You're supposed to do as your told and not talk back to her with such a horrendous attitude.

Rough hands wrap around hair, she shoves her breast deeper into your mouth as you sob against her. "You've been so bad to your mommy" she growls her free shocking your sensitive nipples. She's dissatisfied with you performance so your tongue swirls around her nipple, small drops of milk drop into your mouth as you desperately suck at the enlarged nub. "That's it make mommy feel good, suck it dry sweetie" she demands.

Your tongue pitifully laps at the dropping pearls, "Don't drop any" you don't, it's not like you can; your mouth is practically full with a quarter of her boob. Shocks make you cry out into her bust and you frightfully slurp at her core saliva dripping down your chin in an attempt to satisfy her.

[niikosia]

; sanzu haruchiyo fucks y/n in parking lot in the middle of the night.

synopsis: nothing just y/n getting penetrated with sanzu��s ten-inch cock.

warning: car sex, carfun, blowjob, cunninglingus, fingering, finger fucking, vaginal penetration, calling names, dirty talks, rough sex, cigarette kink, spitting kink, hair pulling kink, use of drugs (hallucinogenic), masochist reader, sadistic sanzu, swallowing cum.

Together, they made their way towards the parking lot, their footsteps echoing against the concrete pavement. It didn't take long for Sanzu to spot Kakucho's car, conveniently parked nearby, and a subtle smugness flickered across his features. With a gentle yet possessive gesture, he encircled Y/n's waist with his arm, drawing her closer to him. Leaning in towards her, his face mere inches away, he murmured a whispered secret into her ear, eliciting a shiver that traversed her entire spine.

Silently, both of them halted beneath the shade of the tree, and Y/n, unfazed, gracefully knelt down on the soft ground, gazing up at Sanzu with a mixture of desire and anticipation. A mischievous smile adorned his lips, radiating a sense of eagerness as she embarked on a motion to undo his belt. Steadily and without hesitation, she descended towards his form, delicately drawing near his member, which had been pulsating with aching desire ever since their escapades at the bar hours ago.

With a delicate touch, Y/n gently lowered Sanzu's boxer briefs, revealing the massive size of his member, adorned in Versace. Her anticipation heightened as she bit her lip, drawn to the sight of his cock glistening with precum. There it was, pointing directly at her mouth, seemingly begging to be taken in. As her hand embraced his shaft, she felt her own mouth part in expectancy, mirroring the slow rhythm of his strokes.

Suddenly, he forcefully inserted his erect member into her mouth, causing her to clasp her hands around her head in response. The unexpected intrusion caused her jaw to tighten, creating intense pressure as his ample member glided down her throat. Overwhelmed by this aggressive act, she involuntarily choked, feeling the forceful impact of his manhood against the back of her throat, causing her to instinctively roll her eyes upwards in discomfort.

He swayed his hip back and forth in a leisurely manner, relishing in the sight of Y/n gasping for breath and tears streaming down her face, as he forcefully penetrated her mouth with his erect member, as if engaging in a carnal act. Emitting a muted groan of pleasure, Sanzu's phallus was on the verge of convulsing, and he was acutely aware of this sensation. Abruptly ceasing his thrusting motion, he gently inclined Y/n's head upwards, compelling her to meet his gaze.

He compelled her to stand up by seizing her ponytail, and subsequently escorted her to the area where Kakucho's Royce Rolls Phantom was stationed. Abruptly, Sanzu unlocked Kakucho's car and ushered Y/n onto the backseat, causing her to wince ever so slightly. Lowering himself to the ground, he forcefully removed her pajama bottoms, roughly spreading her legs apart. A feral glimmer of desire appeared in his eyes as he beheld Y/n's drenched and quivering cunt, as though it yearned for him to indulge in its depths.

She let out a soft cry as an unexpected surge of electricity coursed through her body, triggered by the lenient touch of his balmy tongue against her wet clitoris. In that instant, her body arched with bliss, resembling the graceful stretch of a feline. Overwhelmed by the sensations, she couldn't help but moan vociferously, while simultaneously gripping onto Sanzu's disheveled pink hair with one hand and clasping the seat belt tightly with the other.

Sanzu delighted in the intimate act of pleasuring his girlfriend, adroit stimulating her most sensitive areas with both his nimble finger and his merciful tongue. Softly spoken words, which unfortunately eluded Y/n's understanding, escaped his lips as his gestures intensified, causing Sanzu to release passionate moans and witness the ecstatic response of his girlfriend, captivated by his adept technique and focused on bringing her climax pleasure in the art of finger penetration.

"H-Haru..." She mewl.

Immediately after bringing her pleasure to completion, he promptly rose to his feet and commenced caressing his phallus in a delicate manner. The pulsating veins on his member became apparent as a warm, crimson light unexpectedly illuminated Sanzu's silhouette from the outside, igniting a ravenous desire within Y/n that caused her eyes to glisten with a voracious hunger. Sensing something unfamiliar surging within her, she reached an intense climax solely from gazing at Sanzu's alluring features and captivating physique.

Chuckling at the sight of it, "You're a fucking nuts already." Sanzu said before positioning himself in between her thighs-giving him the satisfaction he thinks he deserve.

Taking a deep breath, he proceeded to penetrate her wet and aroused entrance with deliberate slowness. A sharp cry escaped her lips as Sanzu's massive member stretched her inner walls, causing her to instinctively tighten her grasp on the seatbelt while shutting her eyes in discomfort. Wanting to lift her head, she made an effort, only to be forcefully pushed back down by a disapproving Sanzu, who scolded her with a frustrated tone, "Idiot! Don't even think about moving." She couldn't help but emit a soft whimper, which later gave way to loud moans as he commenced his rhythmic thrusts, continuing the intense pleasure he had been experiencing during her previous oral stimulation.

Sanzu vigorously thrust into her intimate area repeatedly, filling the car with the rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding.

As he slowly applied more pressure to her delicate neck, "Takeo-" her trembling voice gradually faded into silence. The tightness of his grip intensified, suffocating her as his hand tightly constricted around her throat. In an instant, he forcefully thrust himself into her, resulting in a tumultuous fusion of agonizing pain and exquisite pleasure. Helplessly, her body succumbed to the overwhelming stimulation, causing her to emit an instinctual, primal plea for release, "Haru, please..."

In a mocking tone, he jeered, "Oh, now you're calling for my brother's name?" Sanzu raised an eyebrow at him, her expression filled with skepticism. "Why don't you moan everyone's name because you're literally proving to me that you are a real slut?" he added, tauntingly. With her eyes tightly shut, she experienced the illusion of countless hands caressing her skin, as if she were a prized sculpture on display in a prestigious museum.

Images of Haitani Ran began to invade her thoughts, leaving an undeniable presence within her. Scuffling to find her voice, she stuttered with dilemma, "I-I don't want to..." The sensation of his thrusts grew more intense, rapid, and forceful, causing tears to well up in her eyes.

"Oh, damn, Sanzu!" Her startled exclamation escaped her lips as he forcefully struck her across the face. She was taken aback, completely unaware that she had apparently earned the unflattering distinction of being the second woman on Takeomi's list. With a ferocious grip on her hair, he yanked her towards him, leaving her momentarily stunned. Seeking solace amidst the chaos, she desperately clung to the seat belt, her grip becoming increasingly tighter. All the while, she incessantly moaned Sanzu's name in a feeble attempt to find some semblance of comfort, oblivious to the fact that her actions were only adding to his irritation, as she failed to comply with his explicit command.

Sanzu, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes and a provocative tone, posed a provocative question, "Between Ran and me, who do you believe is more skilled in the bedroom?" However, his demeanor quickly shifted, and frustration became evident on his face as he observed Y/n's struggle to respond to his actions. In an abrupt and violent manner, he smacked her across the face, causing her to whimper and struggle to utter the words, "Y-you." Deep down, Sanzu suspected that she was being dishonest in her response to his query.

"Hurt me, Sanzu," I pleaded, longing for a sense of deep, profound pain.

Upon hearing the desperate plea from Y/n, Sanzu responded by delivering a forceful slap to her delicate cheek. A malevolent grin spread across his face, as he slowly moved his hand towards her neck, exerting a slight yet suffocating grip. The sound of her struggling to breathe only heightened Sanzu's sadistic pleasure, as he savored the twisted melody of her voice. Each gasp and wheeze served as an intoxicating source of amusement for both of them. Y/n, in an attempt to regain some control, bravely uttered, "I've reconsidered. Takeomi is more adept at inflicting pain than you," Ignoring her plea, Sanzu retaliated by tightening his grip on her fragile neck, intensifying her suffering with every subsequent slap to her already bruised and marred face.

"I'll never thought I'd say this but Ran is actually better too." She let a out a soft maniacal chuckle, feeling a sense of twisted enjoyment.

Mockingly, She taunted Sanzu, "Your brother's dick is bigger than yours."

While carefully observing him, she noticed how he effortlessly reached for the pack of cigarettes resting on the console, his actions portraying a sense of familiarity and comfort. As he calmly lit one of Kakucho's cigarettes, a mischievous smile gracefully formed on Y/n's lips, exuding a provocative aura. In a soft, alluring voice, she teasingly addressed him as "my love," this gentle utterance had a striking effect on Sanzu, as his eyes shimmered with an intensified desire, unable to resist her captivating charm.

In a sudden act of playfulness, Y/n playfully stuck her tongue out, seemingly tempting Sanzu. Without hesitation, he indulged her by spitting on her outstretched tongue, a gesture that was both mocking and alluring. With a smirk dancing upon Sanzu's lips, he uttered his words almost as a whisper, suggesting a teasing tone. The words, "Doesn't my beautiful little vixen crave the excitement?" escaped his mouth, revealing a mixture of amusement and pleasure derived from their shared complicity.

"Burn me with those cigarettes of yours, my love." she taunted, as Sanzu's lips curled into a wide smirk as he slowly brought the cigarette closer, making contact with her skin, leaving a burning sensation in its wake.

Desiring a heightened level of intensity, she shut her eyes, surrendering herself to the exquisite agony being administered by Sanzu. Gasping for air, she murmured, "I need more... Akashi... I want more..." Unexpectedly, these words caused Sanzu's eyebrows to furrow in an irksome manner. In a voice oozing with seduction, he responded, "Haven't I warned you not to call me Akashi?" Instantly, his cigarette made contact with her delicate skin once again, evoking a loud moan from Y/n that caused his pulsating manhood inside her to grow, leaving both of them trembling with pleasure.

Just before he lit his cigarette again, she noticed Sanzu consuming five pink hallucinogenic tablets, causing in him erupting into laughter. Curiosity getting the better of her, she enthusiastically nodded, wanting to experience the same feeling. "Open that fucking mouth of yours," he demanded, and as she complied, she found herself almost choking on his presence.

At that precise instant, she was able to witness the presence of five distinct portrayals of Sanzu, each exuding an air of triumph and amusement. Sanzu, sporting a tone filled with mockery, expressed his fondness, stating, "This is why I love you," as he vigorously penetrated her without ceasing. Concurrently experiencing both delight and agony, he sank his teeth into her throbbing bruised flesh, prompting her to delve further into their passionate encounter. Her hips involuntarily responded by thrusting upwards towards him, while her head fell back in ecstasy, allowing herself to fully immerse in the overwhelmingly pleasurable and intense feelings that burning her.

"It's so deep..." She muttered.

Commanding her with a authorative tone, Sanzu ordered, "Get down, babe." as she then obeyed his command, she lowered herself and stuck her tongue out as he placed the tip of his cock on her tongue. "Aw, you're cute down there." he remarked in a mocking tone, a hint of amusement in his voice.

© 2023 niikosia. all rights reserved.

don't repost my work to any platform.

[anantaru]

soft dom blade?? 😇😇😇

cw. soft dom/sub reader, fem! reader

you tug yourself close to blade, desperate for more of his stimulating fragrance penetrating your hazy mind, or his riveting touch and his electric kisses, yet, and such was evident, you longed for something else— whining at another loss of contact when he pulls his hands off your breasts but keeps a palm on your sore thigh, pulling you back against his cock.

"you want it?" blade slurrs in a heavy mirage of warm breathes, "i could go on all night."

and then it's when you see it, when blade leans closer to brush his lips over your jawline before watching you with ravenous eyes, giving you a familiar, slow and sexy smile, a smirk akin to lust, as he pushes his cock forward into your creamy pussy, entering you entirely.

his lips, fuck, they feel and taste so good, and the way they move over your lips all soft and warm— honestly it always amazes you on how gentle they feel, you'd expect them to be rough upon looking at the mysterious man, for someone who appears so stern and unreachable on the surface, he uses them just the right way, within a precise rounding, soft and in an exact difference to his rough, hungry thrusts eliciting the sweetest whimpers off your parted lips.

blade plushes his digits into the flesh of your thighs, and you’re feeling the twitch of his erection against your walls as you swallow him up greedily when he thrusts up, your hole clamping down, needier and sweeter, fucking his thick girth against the tightness of your cunt and gathering all your gooey slick on his length, messing himself up with another layer of your liquids.

"you're beautiful." blade whispers, lips tracing over your cheeks, "so fucking beautiful." as both of you are moaning into another's mouth while swallowing each and every new whine which followed afterwards— voices dripping, your cheeks flustered because of the way he was handling you despite it sll, strings of his rough, hasty pumps spurring you on.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[xpoison-applex]

Let Me Taste You (Heeseung x Reader)

18+ Only!! MINORS DNI!!!

Pairings: Heeseung x Y/N

Genre: Oneshot/Smut/Oral Sex

Word count: 783

Warning: Shy first time fem receiving oral.

Synopsis: Heeseung finds out you've never been pleasured in a certain way, and decided to change that for you.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“You mean,” Hee scoffed with a smirk, “You’ve never–” 

“No, Never…” You replied, shyly; Clenching your thighs at the very thought of it. It embarrassed you; your wetness, your scent, the way you knew you’d lose your mind completely at the very notion of someone being down there… in that way. Especially Heeseung…

He motioned for you to come to him with the curling of his two fingers, beckoning you to join him on the bed. 

He laid propped up on his elbow, his tongue grazing his bottom lip with a slight bite at the end. You couldn’t help but notice the rising mass in his boxers as you crawled up on the bed next to him. 

He lifted the oversized shirt you were wearing, exposing your delicate panties underneath. He leans down, grazing his quivering lip along the  sensitive exposed skin below your belly button. You jumped anxiously, and your hand involuntarily shot out, pushing the shirt down over your exposed skin as you curled your legs up into you. 

“Wait!” you said, “What if you don’t like it!” you whimpered, your face flushing with heat. He caressed your thighs with a knowing low chuckle, coaxing them open with his touch. He moved lower, his face hovering over your underwear in a way that made you quiver. Anticipation flooded your body, as you watched. He slowly pressed his nose to your gently damp panties, inhaling deeply with an involuntary growl. A quiet yelp burst from your mouth as you wiggled beneath him, fighting the urge to escape his intentions. 

“If you keep resisting like that,” He breathed, “I’ll tie you down and force you to take it.” He added, the fire in his eyes daring you to test him. 

You bit your lip with a pitiful whimper, settling into the soft sheets beneath you. 

He pressed his lips into the fabric, breathing hot moist heat onto your sensitive folds before slipping the strip to the side to expose you. 

“Mmm…” he purred. “It’s so pretty,” he looked up at you, gasping mockingly as his fingers tickled the slit that hid your naughtiest secrets beneath. He spread you open, exposing your tender clit to the open air. He started slowly, teasing the surrounding flesh with delicate kisses, and gentle nips. Your clit began to grow, blood and desire filling it full and making it tight. He glances to the throbbing bundle of nerves, and then to your face. 

“Aw, you like this don’t you?” he said, his tone almost degrading. 

You could feel your wetness trickle from your pussy, dripping onto the sheets underneath. He licks his lips before running the length of his tongue over your decadent velvet pocket, making you whimper and whine with frustration as you internally pleaded with him to lick your clit. 

But you knew that if you said anything, he would just prolong the delicious torture. He dips his tongue inside you, fucking you with it as he curls it upward, stimulating your walls as he gathers as much of your nectar as he can. He moans and savors your taste, looking up into your eyes periodically before letting himself get lost again. He drags his tongue upward, lapping you up slowly and letting the end of his tongue flick your clit in a way that makes you buck against his mouth. Waves of electrical pulses shoot into your lower belly with each pass, the sensation making you tangle your fingers into his hair. 

“My good girl,” he sighs, swallowing your juices before turning his attention to your desperate clit. He envelopes his lips around the screaming bundle, pulling and suckling at a slow, agonizing  pace. Your moans become louder now, your breathing more erratic. The stimulation was so overwhelming that your thighs tried to close around him. He wraps his hands around your legs, holding them open as his tongue wiggles and writhes to the beat of your bucks. 

You’re getting close now, ascending to heights you didn’t think possible until now, something is building inside you, something different. 

“Hee- Heeseung!” You cry out, plummeting toward your climax at an astronomical speed. 

You cry out, and stiffen, toes curling as release floods your body, manifesting in a jet stream of liquid that squirts violently  into Heeseungs mouth. He moans as he swallows every drop, letting what he couldn’t consume drip down his chin. 

He raises up, licking his glistening lips with a triumphant smile. 

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t-” you pant, confused and startled by the way your body reacted to the intense orgasm. 

Hee caressed your face with his hand, pressing his forehead to yours with a prideful smirk. 

“Don't worry, baby girl. You’ll get used to it,” he purred. 

_끝

[wroteclassicaly]

18+

You’re supposed to be sleeping, it’s after midnight. Work looms. But… there’s something more that you crave… Or rather, someone.

It started out with restless turning, you trying to avoid disconnecting Steve from his ability to sleep. But he couldn’t, not when he could hear the elevation in your breathing, feel your body dip into him once you started shifting. It’s that certain way, the one he’s very familiar with. You’d turn away from his arms, trying to be on your stomach or side, when you finally settled facing him, his arms around you, noses nuzzling. This is Steve’s favorite version of you — natural, here, in his arms.

You sighed deeply, eyes closing, trying to will it, to ignore. Steve’s fingertip was trailing slow circles up and down your arm, reveling in your freshly washed flesh. You smelled like him — apples and cinnamon, the deep spice that is his body wash. He licked his parched lips, making note to buy more chapstick tomorrow, his tongue pokes at his teeth, and then he spoke. “You need to touch yourself?”

You did not try to deny. The dip in your gut that wrapped around your entire torso, sending off electrical currents between your thighs, and the way your heart rammed against your ribcage. You nodded so fast that Steve let out a chuckle, messy hair expanding with the action. Though, you didn’t want to mess with his early bird schedule.

“You don’t mind?”

“This is Steve you’re talking to here. Your boyfriend, remember?”

But as a gentleman, your man could not let you go it alone.

~*~

He usually always sleeps shirtless, lucky for you. Your fingers stroke, push through, twirl around his chest hair as he gets you closer, yet still takes his time. There’s been an underlying desperation that’s taking your breath and left you tongue tied since Steve slid his hand beneath your underwear, finding you a damned mess. He had moaned in appreciation, stealing a hot kiss of your mouth, tongue licking in, sampling your taste — toothpaste and you. It’s quiet in your bedroom, the air conditioning unit, your combined panting, and the undeniable sound coming from between your legs.

Steve is lost to a whirlwind of filthy little whispers, his tongue salivating with every urge to tell you how good you feel, how fucking wet, how hard you’ve got him to the point that he’s soaked his brief front. He gives in and lets you be privy to his mind, rolling his hips against your side, encouraging you to pull on the chain that sets on his chest. You oblige, a wet flood dampening your lashes as it becomes too hard not to shift yourself, flinging off your top, licking your lips as your hard nipples are now on display. Steve is on fire inside, looking at your perfect tits, watching your hammering heart make them heave, shoving them in his sight. He leans in to take suck one into his mouth, egged on by how wantonly you cry his name.

Your skin is soft, you feel like a fucking dream each time he gets to touch you. His breath is caught in his throat, a harsh swallow when your hips raise. You’re eager for something more, chasing it. You’re already soaked through your panties, Steve’s hand a mess with the sticky cream. He’d lick his palm between every single rub if you’d tell him to.

You’re lost to him, that brush of Steve Harrington’s fingers working almost too slowly - like no other. The roughness of some calloused digits, thick, exploring your clit with a defined, expert precision, slicking back and forth the seam of you to make sure you’re stimulated comfortably. It hurts so fucking good, so warm that it makes you tremble. Your blood heats, body molten, sending off a pounding that rushes through your ears.

“Honey? You wanting to try some fingers tonight?” His voice echoes over the bass of your pulse.

“I… hmm?” You’re still pumping your hips, chasing that emptiness.

He uses his spare hand to cup your jaw, bringing your mouth to graze across his. It’s too much, way too intense. But it’s not anywhere near. He can’t explain what he feels inside, the way his body is vibrating.

“You’re fucking yourself on my hand. I think my girl needs a part of me inside her. Don’t you, baby?”

This time you’re roughly yanking off your panties and kicking at the blankets, whining, struggling to breathe, to calm yourself. He has to be in now. You need him. From your toes to your fingertips - it burns, this yearning. Your insides yank and twist, lashes their screaming demands.

There’s no more languid petting in Steve’s arms, no. He can’t feel the divide between his pectorals, his heart is thumping so sporadically that it clicks in his throat. His cock is painfully sore. He’s sure he’s probably going to cum just by getting you off. Your legs are wide open, underwear tickling your ankles as they fall off with the quilt.

Steve drinks in the luscious sight of your nudity, appreciates every scar, every mark, everything that makes you who you are. You’re shivering when his hand shifts your thighs, flattening one, before he slaps your pussy. You jolt, gripping his chain and tugging. Your breastbone aches with the ramifications of an unsteady heartbeat.

“Hurry. God, Steve, please. Just —“

“Hey, hey. Shh, focus on what I’m doing, honey. Don’t rush it, okay?”

You’ve reached this precipice to tip from, a point in which both of your eyes have glazed over, animalistic want your shared, primal goal. Steve’s mossy irises are flooded with a murky black sky. He’s gone on you. Dips his tongue out to scratch along five o’clock shadow, stomach tilts into a choppy breath, and he rubs his pointer into a sopping wet circle around your opening, making your legs tighten and attempt to fold together. He isn’t keen on hurting you, because it usually does when penetration occurs.

That’s not the case, tonight. Not entirely, anyways…

His fingertip breaches and without resistance, he’s able to get it completely inside, all the while his breath is held and his finger is engulfed in your perfect heat. His lower lip wobbles, a relief for him, mainly for you. Something you can enjoy and he’s helping provide it for you. His balls throb, and he feels more slick collect at his head, his fingers twitching to tuck inside and jerk himself off until he passes out with his face buried in your tits, his fingers kept between your legs, letting you use his as much as you want to — he won’t care.

You’re freak out below his looming form, thighs covered, throat bobbing into a deep set swallow, feeling like you can float through the fucking ceiling, every nerve bare down to where his wrist brushes your inner thigh, that defined finger pressing along each ridge in can find. You barely hear your own voice when you’re begging.

“Another one, Steve. Fuck me so bad. You make me wanna fucking cum. You drive me crazy.”

Steve’s cock kicks, a must have to be free at this point, a heaviness settling below his navel.

“Shit, honey. Damn it, hold on.”

He complies and you’re hissing. You’d don’t heed his question to pause, starting to propel your hips forward, mouth parting, tongue lolling out. He meets you, his sliding forward. It’s all drenched, lost trenches of scorching heat and deep internal fires. You’re burning up from the inside, dripping down Steve’s knuckles, each wet press releasing more. Mutual pleas and praises, pawing at one another, rocking back and forth.

Your breathing runs full speed ahead, breaths of it bursting across Steve’s mouth. He knows this sign.

“Yeah? You gonna cum? All over my fingers?” He tilts his head, kissing the corner of your lips.

You don’t answer, his cock kicks once more, craving that knowledge. His fingers slowly come to a halt until they’re just barely stroking that spot. It tickles your belly, makes your clit burn. Steve is shaky with his spare hand as it redirects.

“Look at me.” You comply instantly. He noses you, seizing your top lip with his own, breaking away to begin a steadier rhythm, one that can’t be ignored.

“I asked you if you’re going to cum on my fingers for me?”

“Only if you touch yourself with me.” It’s blurted through your mouth without pause, eyes darting to his extreme bulge. “I see you take it out and I’ll soak your fucking hand, Harrington.”

Steve has never obeyed so fast in his life. His briefs are shoved enough to free his massive girth, overflowing with a webbed shine, his thumb flicking the head, sensitive as more gives way. He immediately spreads it with a jumping snap to his muscles, a fiery little lick. He wants to cum, it’s right there. You get a good look, hand leveling over to peel it off his now sticky palm, enjoying its smooth weight in your hand, before you let it drift to one ball and the next.

He has to count sheep in his head to keep from releasing all over you. Doubles down on it when you speak next.

“You’re so full of cum, Steve. Fuck, baby.”

His puppy dog look, his eyes misting over, how he pleads silently, it makes that current wash over you, flooding you before you can warn him firsthand. It’s flicking its tongue across your muscles, dipping into your bones, pulverizing your chest cavity, your throat muscles shivering as you gasp into your orgasm. Steve begins to work that very defined arm, and it prolongs you as you observe those tendons, that damned vein, the moles and freckles. You grab onto his face, foreheads pressing tightly together, letting his see you receive the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Fuuuuuck.” It’s diaphragm deep, as if you’ve been taken to the ground.

Steve tugs himself with all the strength he can muster, lightheaded, faded. You douse his damn down to the wrist bone, making a mess on freshly washed sheets, bubbling, seeping out through his fingers, tightening around them, pulling him deeper inside. And then you’re watching him as you come, eyes glistening, wide, trusting. It becomes so much that your neck is exposed when the high of your climax fully ascends, and your chest is arching, begging to be seen. Steve kisses each swell, laps at your areola, and those noises stifle any sensible breathing he has.

That flame sparks to its hottest setting, twists his guts, and he’s watching his release go all over his hand, up his chest, and even onto your tits. He growls, a sound he’s never heard, a muffled whimper, his teeth gritting, and he’s licking his way into your mouth, eyes wide on your own. His comedown follows yours slowly, bodies melting back together, overwhelmed, overstimulated. You’re sore inside, but it’s worth it. He automatically checks in with you, holding you close, basking in this closeness as your skin cools.

You dip your fingertips into the cum on your clavicle, bringing it between your lips to suck. He pushes his fingers into his mouth to get you off of him, satiating that claiming urge. You trade several slow kisses, parting with a click, his voice sex-stained, low and honey-hot. “You okay? You were amazing, honey.”

You find his chest hair to play amongst, nodding. “I’m actually tired now. Think you wore me out. You good, stud?”

Steve chuckles, those little indents as he smirks. “You were the one trying to make my hand a permanent part of your anatomy. Your pussy has a death grip, babe.”

“And your cock is not from this planet, so I guess we’re even.”

Needless to say, after you clean one another up, sleep comes a lot easier…