#Grab a toy and shake it back and forth real hard?

[hon3y-y]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Satoru is your obsessive FWB

We don't gotta be in love, no I don't gotta be the one, no I just wanna be one of your girls tonight

Enjoy<3

Satoru is the type that even though it’s not official, he’s already cemented in his head you’re his. Don’t play with him and his delusions because he was with you in his mind before you even knew of him. Like, you guys just hooked up for the first time and he’s already internally gushing about what features your kids are gonna have. But even with his crazy ass fantasies, he still wants you to make a move.

He’s trying to act nonchalant, saying he don’t care who you fuck. But the truth? He is literally in his room hyperventilating on the phone with shoko and suguru because you didn’t answer him and he thinks you’re with someone else. (you’re sleeping)

He makes sure he fucks you good. Due to him being in constant fear of you finding someone better, he has to make sure there’s absolutely no one who could replace him. He’s the best pussy eater! He’s ready to eat it off the bone, spit dripping down his chin while he tightens his arms around your thighs so you can’t move, listening to all of your reactions so he can do better. Your eyes are rolling back, not knowing if you want him to continue or stop. It doesn’t matter, satoru won’t stop until you pass out anyway.

“T-Toru—too much—“ you gasp, grabbing his hair as you feel another orgasm, just previously creaming on his fingers. He pulls away, mouth and chin glistening, letting out little puffs of air while his fingers spread you open, staring intensely at your fluttering hole. “She’s practically begging for more, baby? ur’ cunts too needy to stop now~”

He spits on your already dripping pussy to lick it back up, pausing at your clit to kiss and suck, shaking his head back and forth and letting out little grunts. Satoru gets possessive and mutters “my fuckin’ Pussy..” into your slippery cunt, and you just nod along because of how fucked out you are, “ngh!–toru’s pussy…” Satoru gets the most pleasure when pleasing you, rocking his hips into the surface below him as he listens to the angelic chants of his name leaving your puffy lips.

He’s a firm believer of “dicking you to sleep” and he has the stamina to do so. He’ll push into you your creamy pussy, watching the way it stretches around his thick tip. You Intake a sharp breath, chest heaving at how big he is, no prep ever being enough for the real thing. Satoru batters your pussy like a fleshlight, forceful thrusts having you squirming and choking on your own moans. If he has you face down, you just lay there drooling and burying your face into the pillows, taking his dick like the good girl you are. Even when it’s intense, he’ll just hold your hips tighter, “don’t run, take this fuckin’ dick..”

Satoru will bend you into any position that allows him to watch your face. He loves to watch the way your eyebrows scrunch and the pure ecstasy you express when he hits your g-spot. (Will make you record with your trembling hands for his own use later.) He loves to play with your tits too, enjoying the way you hiss if he bites or pinches too hard. “Satoru-! Be n-nice..” “am’ being nice, you jus’ look so cute..”

He goes from fucking you like a toy to slow sensual thrusts once you become sensitive, in your ear talking you through it, “That feel good, baby? let it out, I got you~” he reaches down to rub your swollen clit, holding your hands in his bigger ones so you can’t push him away. He does this until you lay on the bed with limbs feeling like jelly and your mind is all foggy, slowly slipping in and out of consciousness.

He makes sure to release inside you, pumping you full of his milky cum because he has so much and it ends up coming out of your spent, slick pussy in globs. He’ll push it back in and then “clean you up”, which is just him Eating the mixture of yours and his’ cum, letting out pornographic moans to put on a show for you. “Taste so good together~”

You get the best night sleep after, and he’ll stay awake a little later just so he could play with your hair and comfort you to sleep. The day you finally confess he tries to play it off but he’s got butterflies in his stomach and flushed cheeks. He’s just so in love<33

A/n: technically a late gojo birthday post bc I had classes yesterday and was too miserable to write lol, anyway I love writing men who are down bad for oc</3

[oppopotamus]

Handcuffs

nanami kento x bottom male reader

Warning: NSFW, face-fucking, handcuffs, anal sex, choking, praise, use of pet names like sir (Nanami receiving), baby, doll (You receiving), not proof-read soz

Nanami walked through the front door to your house after such a long tiring day at work.

"Nami! I'm in here." He heard you call you, he dropped his stuff on the ground, loosened his tie, and started heading up the stairs to your bedroom.

He opened the door to see you standing there all too happy with too huge of a smile on your face.

"I have a surprise for you!" You said happily as you rocked back and forth on your feet whilst hiding your hands behind your back since you were obviously hiding something from him.

Nanami sighs, "And what exactly is it that you're hiding behind your back?" Nanami unties his tie and drapes it over the chair in the room, taking off his blazer and doing the same.

"You have to close your eyes first!" You say, Nanami just sighs once again.

"Very well," Nanami closes his eyes and waits for you to say something or do something.

"You promise me that your eyes are closed?" You ask and Nanami nods, "I promise, (Name)."

"Okay good, now hold out your hands in front of you." Nanami hesitates but does as you say when suddenly he feels something cold and slightly heavy being placed into his hands.

He slowly opens his eyes to see what you gave him and,

"Are these handcuffs, (Name)...?"

You nod aggressively in response. Nanami's face turns hot but his blush is invisible.

"Sooo... What do you think?" You ask. Nanami finally pulls himself together and holds the handcuffs in one hand, moving his hand up and down as though he was testing how heavy they were.

"Hm." Nanami huffs.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" You cross your arms and get embarrassed at the fact that Nanami must not like your 'present'.

"Are these real handcuffs?" Nanami questions. "Oh yeah! I stole them off of a police officer!" You giggle behind your hand as Nanami looks at you in disbelief.

Nanami sighs and shakes his head. "Very well then, put your hands behind your back if that's what you want so badly."

"Yes sir." You blush and do as he says, turning around and letting him put the handcuffs on your wrists.

Nanami then walks around in front of you grabbing a fist full of your hair and gently pushing you down. You understand what he's trying to do and slowly get down on your knees, carefully as to not fall onto your knees and hurt them since you don't have your hands to brace you.

"Such a pretty doll, aren't you baby?" Nanami says down to you. You nod in response, your face heating up as he caresses your hair and traces the back of his fingers down your cheek and jaw.

You shiver as he touches you so gently. He's always so gentle at first until it starts to get heated and he starts throwing you around as if you were a toy.

Nanami stands there, simply admiring you for a second until he gestures to the bed.

"Lie down, on your back. With your head off the bed." Nanami orders you and without hesitation you scramble up and attempt to lie yourself on the bed the way he commanded.

It's a little tricky at first and you feel embarrassed as he just continues to stare at you in your struggle.

Though, eventually you manage to do it and Nanami walks over to you, standing with his crotch right near your face.

You want to reach out but you can't since Nanami has his hand on your throat keeping you in place, not choking you but just placed there as sort of a warning. Plus your hands are handcuffed behind your back.

Nanami brings his hand back to his pants and un-does his belt, then his pant buttons and finally his zipper before pulling them down.

You can see the tent in his boxers, he's rock hard, I mean so are you but you're much more focused on just having Nanami's cock in your mouth.

Nanami finally takes off his boxers and his cock springs out.

It's hard and leaking over your face.

You want to reach out and lick it but you can't since Nanami's hand is back on your throat. Keeping your head in place.

Nanami reaches his free hand down to move his cock so it presses against your lips.

Slowly you open your mouth as he presses in. Nanami hisses at the heat of your mouth, hips shaking slightly until he steadies himself out and starts moving steadily.

He doesn't push his entire length on which makes you whine and attempt to move your hands around to force his cock down your throat more but alas, your hands are still handcuffed.

Nanami slowly moves both of his hands to your throat and squeezes it, so gently that you almost don't even feel it. But it's still enough to make you squirm.

Nanami's hands stay glued to your throat, squeezing it tightly every now and again which makes your thighs quiver.

"Alright baby, I'm gonna put it in deeper now." Nanami says, you can't respond since your hands are tied and Nanami's dick is halfway down your throat.

Ever so slowly Nanami eases his dick down your throat until it hits the back of your throat. You attempt to not choke but it doesn't work as the second he starts moving you gag around his cock.

He pulls all the way back out, a long line of spit and drool connecting his cock to your lips.

Spit trails down your face and you can't wipe it off so it just sticks to your face, making a mess.

"You okay, doll?" Nanami asks. You nod aggressively and whine just wanting his dick back down your throat.

"Use your words." Nanami commands. "Please sir.." You utter out.

Nanami listens and brings his cock back to your face and slams his cock down your throat, fucking your face aggressively as you whine and choke.

Nanami grunts every time you tighten your lips around his cock when he pulls back, only to thrust deeply in again.

You whine and attempt to pull your hands out, wanting nothing more than to stroke your own length. It's painfully hard and you can't take it anymore.

You move your hands back and forth attempting to break the handcuffs off to no avail. They're real handcuffs so you eventually just give up.

Nanami taking the hint pulls off of your face. Mountains of spit and drool ride down your face and all over Nanami's cock.

Nanami looks down at your pants to see your excruciatingly painful erection and feels some pity on you.

He grabs you and turns you around so now your ass is at the end of the bed rather than your face.

You feel slightly light headed after having your head hanging for so long. You dizzly look at Nanami, waiting for him to do something.

Nanami smirks and pulls your pants down, letting your own cock spring free.

You hiss at the feeling of the cold air hitting your embarrassingly hard cock. Nanami leans down, squeezing it before letting go and leans over to the bedside table.

He pulls out a bottle of lube that's nearly completely empty, you really need to replace that soon.

He pours a generous amount onto his fingers and brings them to your hole, gently pressing into it, stretching you out so you're prepped enough to take him.

You writhe around at the feeling of his fingers stretching you, no matter how many times he does this it always hurts at first.

But Nanami is always so gentle at the start, he treats you with such gentle care that it makes your heart flutter.

No matter how many times you both do this it always gives you butterflies in your stomach and makes you smile.

You truly love this man and how caring he is to you, no matter how embarrassing it is he always takes such good care of you.

Finally, Nanami deems you prepped enough and maneuvers his cock to your hole and gently presses in.

You both simultaneously moan and the stretch and when he's completely sheathed inside of you, you both simply stay there for a moment, breathing heavily together and just stay at peace for the moment.

You completely understand each other in these moments and feel as though you are one.

It's once Nanami starts moving again you forget all about that and only focus on three things. One, you think about Nanami. Two, you think about getting Nanami to cum and three, you think about your own pleasure.

Nanami moves slowly at first but eventually speeds up. You both moan when he gets faster and Nanami moves one hand to your throat and the other to rest behind your head.

Nanami chokes you just enough so that you can still breathe but gives you that slight light-headedness that you love so much.

He speeds up, getting faster and faster as he squeezes your neck tighter and tighter.

You choke and look up at him with tears in your eyes as he stares straight back with such intensity that you feel like you might cum on the spot.

You don't, but you're close.

"N-Nami.. I'm gonna.." You mumble off, not even being able to finish your sentence before you're leaking white from your cock and all over your stomach.

"Fuck.." Nanami lets out before he's cumming hard, painting your walls.

You both just stay there for a moment until Nanami leans down, giving you a kiss.

You both stay until your breaths come back and your orgasms have worn off.

Nanami flips you over and grabs the handcuffs.

"(Name), where are the keys to the handcuffs?" Nanami asks and suddenly it hits you. "Uhh..." You say in response and Nanami just sighs.

"I'll go get the pliers." Nanami says, placing a kiss on your temple before leaving to get the tools to chop the handcuffs off of your wrists.

You lay on your stomach and sigh happily, feeling peace for the time being.

Ah, how you love that man.

[yunoclips]

“You ready?” 

“Mhm” He replies with a shaky hum.

Here you two were on the bed. Taeyong was on his hands and knees waiting for you to continue. You had just finished prepping him. Two fingers , extra lube. Careful enough to stretch him out while avoiding his prostate. You wanted to save that for later. 

It was Taeyong’s first time being the one receiving any kind of penetration. You wanted to make it nice and special. Something he’d never be able to forget. 

You crawl up the bed to meet his face. He was red , you could see his heart beating out of his chest. Placing a chaste kiss on his rosy cheek you whispered in his ear before moving back down the bed.

“Just relax , I’ll make you feel really good. I promise” 

With that his breath hitched. 

You grabbed the small vibrating toy and applied generous amounts of lube making sure to cover every part of it. 

You turned it on to the lowest setting. That would be enough to make him melt. Before you put anything in, you place two soft kisses to each of his supple ass cheeks and then trail down to place a sloppy wet kiss to his perineum. 

His arms started to shake and he let out an long whine that was cut short when you inserted the buzzing toy into his willing hole. 

You watched as his entire world shifted.  

You heard a gasp that was cut short by an overwhelming silence. His arms grew weak and he fell face first into the pillows. Then it was his beautiful legs shaking before they finally decide to give out on him.

You pressed the toy deeper. Then you hear a long mewl. You watch as he tries to lift his hands but he can only get them so far before they start to shake and he is left fisting the sheets trying to ground himself. 

“I- fuck I think im gonna…. Mmm fuck” He tries to get words out but the pleasure is so incredibly overwhelming that he can barley finish a sentence. Nd to think this is only the lowest setting

You caress his back. Running your hands up and down the smooth skin. 

“Words yongie, I need words. How am I supposed to know what’s going on if you can’t speak?” You say in a slightly mocking tone.

“I-i mmmm shit… I think I’m gonna piss myself fuck” He says in a jumbled voice. His words are barley audible. 

“That’s okay baby , let it all go.” You say before turning the toy up to the highest setting. All the previous mewls and whines have been silenced. "Did he pass out?" You wonder to yourself. You decide to check on him. You crawl up the bed to meet his face and the sight stuns you.

There Taeyong was basking in orgasmic glory. His mouth was agape , silently gasping as drool had pooled out of his mouth and left a large stain on the pillow. His eyes were taken over by whiteness and his eyelids twitched. His fingers were spasming as he attempted to grip the sheets but failed. He was absolutely fucked out. 

The sight alone had your clit throbbing. He was on the verge of passing out. That was enough experimenting for today. Crawling back down on the bed you paused the vibrations. You rubbed his right ass cheek and placed another soft kiss on it before carefully pulling the toy out which caused his entire body to flinch. 

After placing the toy at the end of the bed, you carefully turned Taeyong on his back. His abdomen was glistening. “Fuck he must’ve squirted on himself” you say to yourself. Your eyes trail up to his face. His mouth was slightly agape and his breathing was slow and deep. His eyes were glossy and his pupils were completely dilated. 

“How ya feeling baby boy? Looks like you came pretty hard”

He didn’t answer , his eyes just trailed to your face. It was as if he went non verbal. The orgasm taking so much out of him that he couldn’t speak anymore. You lean down to his left ear. Lips placing a delicate kiss to the shell of it.

“Can’t speak? That’s okay baby. I’m gonna take real good care of you, gonna fix you up” You whisper into his ear while your right arm extends over his chest. The hand of your right arm is caressing his other ear rubbing back and forth.

He still can’t speak. You place a wet kiss on his cheek before attempting to get off the bed and get a rag to clean up his mess. Before you could fully walk away you feel a hand grab at your own preventing you from getting anywhere. You quickly whip your head back and there he is. Gripping your hand like it’s his life source. He stares into your eyes with a desperate look before finally speaking up. 

“D-don’t , please just stay.. don’t wan you to go.”

[ohbo-ohno]

All the talk of Johnny with a tug of war rope has got me thinking about those videos of people playing tug with smaller dogs and just fully lifting them off the ground.

Smaller/shorter reader gets absolutely fed up with Johnny trying to get them to play and kinda snaps. Fine, you want me to play with this toy so bad? My toy now. No you cannot have it back. No actually you cannot touch it, period, I don't care how much you snarl at me. (Johnny isn't angry at all, but if pretending to be mad gets reader to play longer, then call him Oscar-nominated actor John MacTavish.) Ghost comes home to see Johnny and reader both white-knuckling the tug rope and reader's feet are a full foot off the ground.

Alternately, Ghost tries to take a toy away from Johnny but Johnny is being a real brat about it so Ghost just yoinks him up and shakes him until he loses his hold.

~@slashhinginghasher

im SO obsessed with this oh my FUCKING god like. oh man. wowowowowowowowowowowow

i love the way you describe reader here - just finally giving in and playing along with johnny and immediately being just the brattiest little thing you've ever seen in your life. oh my god. she's horrible. johnny doesn't even care as long as you play with him though <3

i really love the idea of johnny overacting all of his reactions because it works you up more. like, you're trying to get on his nerves and he loves it but you'll stop playing if you know he loves it, so he just totally plays up his "anger" and acts comically pissed off. he has the time of his life, and you get to think you're actually starting to get to him. win-win

i think johnny and simon both love to manhandle you but in different ways. simon likes to emphasize his size so he's constantly grabbing you, covering your body with his, stuff like that. but johnny really gets off on how much power he has over you and how you're basically a toy for him if he wants you to be, so he's always pushing and prodding you, doing whatever he wants.

so johnny would absolutely yank you straight off the ground. he'll tug you around a few times, spin in a big circle maybe, and when he sees how determined you are to not give up the toy now that you've decided it's yours, he just lifts straight up. goddamn muscular man, hours and hours of working out just so he can hold you in the air by one arm

and he is just delighted when you hold on!!! almost forgets to stop acting angry about it so you don't let go. he ends up doing this weird mix of pretending to be pissed off while also mocking you and having fun. he'll totally swing his arm back and forth a little just to watch you sway, laughs when you curl your legs up beneath you

ghost walks in, takes one look at johnny's feral expression and your frustration as you dangle in the air, and just sighs. the things he has to deal with. he lets the two of you keep playing as long as neither of you get too worked up though <3

also ohhhhh my god so obsessed with ghost manhandling johnny, you have no idea

picturing johnny being a needy little brat, begging and begging and begging endlessly for ghost to play with him even though he's clearly busy. finally ghost grabs the other end of the rope and tugs so hard that johnny nearly goes flying, left tumbling ass over tea kettle as ghost lets go and just watches him fall

johnny's got a good hold of the rope in his teeth so ghost just yanks up, holds johnny's head at a very uncomfortable angle and shakes him off :/ scoffs and rolls his eyes at the growls vibrating through the rope, jerks it in the air even harder until he finally falls on his ass

[dde719]

Pairing: Ot7 demons x yn (brown skin girl- written for a friend)

WC: 2.4k

Demons

Oral sex female receive, male receive

Masterbation

Dream sequence

Rough kissing, rough sex

Nipple play

Growing dicks

Anal sex, anal play(prepping)

Circle jerking

Warm cum

Split tongue with rings

Cock ring

Voyeurism

Breeding kink

Sorry if I missed anything

AN: Hey everyone. This was a one-shot that I created in the summer of last year. I had a friend who encouraged me to get into more descriptive writing. It was the first time I wrote about demons, so it may be a little shaky. I wanted to edit this and finally put it out. This is the last of my early works and yes I am equally proud of everything I create. I hope you all enjoy it and there was no true inspo behind this other than, "what scenario can I make." The person I made it for did not want a solid plot, just descriptions. Basically, porn without a plot, if you're going to read, welcome if not. I do have other stories that have more detailed plots. Thank you so much and have a wonderful day lovelies.

Another night, laid in your room. Thinking about the members of bangtan fucking you senseless. You couldn't help but get your vibrator and pressed it hard onto your clit. Moving it back and forth before inserting it. You are pumping the blue vibrator in and out and rubbing on your sensitive bud at the same time. Thinking of none other than Jeon Jungkook fucking you raw on your bed and his tattooed hand with a firm grip on your throat. You start to see stars as you reach your climax and you pull it out, juices leak out. You put it on the highest speed and rub it on your swollen clit once more. Your body starts shaking and pulsing through another orgasm. You clean up the toy and shower and go to bed.

In your dream, you are in a dark place that is glowing orange and red at a close distance. You walk farther down the hall and you're met with this tall man, with large doe eyes, and dark wavy hair. He says, "Hello." Too stunned to speak, is it him... He grabs your face with his tattooed hand, "You have been thinking of us... You have quite the imagination." You gasp and look at his hand, "Umm... Yes." He chuckles, "Is that what you want us to do to you? Hmm. We can make it happen." He rips off your clothes and bites your neck as he touches the folds of your wet pussy. You lift a leg so he gets better access. And you feel one finger slip in. He kisses your lips and moans, "Mmmm, you like that." He picks up the pace as you say his name. Your legs get weak and you collapse onto the floor.

He moves you onto your back and slips two fingers in. His fingers grow a little more as they are deep inside you., with every thrust. He's looking at you dark-eyed, "uhh, tell me, you want more, you fucking slut." He slaps you across the face, and you moan, "ahhh, fuck." As he picks up the pace and palms your clit at the same time. He leans down to kiss you, tongue reaching the back of your throat, he smiles, "you take my fingers so well, wait til you see my dick..." You open your legs wider, and just as he's about to pull out his dick you awaken.

You jump awake from your sleep, covered in sweat, and your pussy is throbbing. This dream felt so real. You're clenching... You get up to splash water on your face... Fuck it's 4 am. You go back to your bed and gasp because you see him. The man from your dream. Can this be-? He interrupts your thoughts, "I am real, I know all of your thoughts every day. I know everything... Do you really want me and my brothers to take you?" You gasp, "take me where? There's no way you guys are..."

He looks at you full of lust, "Then how do we know, the things you want us to do to you? Let us make your dreams come true." You stare at his naked body, "Jungkook, what happens if I do..." He laughs, " Pleasure and pain... you want it or not." You know you can't resist him, you wanted this for so long. He almost gets impatient, "Don't think so much, just let it happen." He holds out his hand, big eyes staring at you "Come on." You nod and take his hand. He flips you on your back, and before you know it, mirrors are all over the room, and the rest of bangtan are sitting in a circle around you two. Tae is the first to join you guys. You are on your back and you watch as Jungkooks and Taehyung split. They have a ring on both sides of their tongues.

Before you know it, Jungkook has his tongue circling your clit in both directions then he slips his tongue inside. Tae is licking, sucking, and biting your erect brown nipples. He moans with you. In your thoughts, I can't believe this is really happening, "Ahhh, fuck." They tell you to keep your eyes on the mirror on the ceiling but they feel so good. Their eyes get wide and blacken when you start to cum. They ask again, "Are you ready, little one... There's no going back after we fu-" You moan, "please fuck me... I need this." Tae breathes heavily, "your such a needy slut." You see black clouds flash and they reappear in different positions. Your ass is up and your face is down. Tae is positioned in front of you with his legs open. He groans, "Mmm, suck my dick."

You wet your lips, then lick up and down his large tan shaft and the head was light brown. He moans yn while you bob up and down on his long hard dick. Meanwhile, JK is at the entrance of your pussy. You feel him move the head up and down, covering himself in your slick juices. You almost cry when he goes in, slowly at first. You pull Tae out of your mouth briefly, "Ahhhhh, jungk-" You use your hands and pick up the pace faster as you feel jks dick grow a little more the louder you moan. He closes his big beautiful eyes and holds onto your ass and he starts to slam into you. He feels so good inside you as his length gets longer inside of you.

Your moans are muffled, spit is dripping down Taes shaft. After a few minutes, you can't hold your moans anymore. You pull him out of your mouth again and jerk him off. "Mmmmm, fuck, right there..... oh my god...Ah-hhhh." Tae abruptly grabs your face, " Mmmm, No God... just us... Slow down, baby, you have all night." He puts his dick back in your mouth and fucks hard into it, while you grind back onto Jungkooks dick. A few more pumps and they are both finishing at the same time. Thick black clouds appear, Jk and Tae, take their place on the bed and start jerking off like they didn't just fuck you.

Yoongi and Jimin suddenly appear next to you. Tears already rolling down your face from pleasure. Jimin wipes them and says, "aww, our new fuck toy. Are you ok, sweetheart?" All you could think, how is he so nice even in demon form? You nod, "Yes." Jimin is laying down, your big lips crashing onto his, and he smiles, "Good." At this point, Yoongi is watching and stroking himself slowly. He leans down and whispers to Jimin. Jimin nods, Yoongi still strokes himself as sits behind you, feeling a warm sensation near your puckered asshole. You moan into Jimins kiss not knowing what is next.

His fingers produce a warm lubricant, then he inserts one into your hole. You jolt at the feeling, Yoongi whispers in your ear, "We have to stretch your ass, kitten." He kisses your cheek before you know it, you still feel the warm liquid pumping inside and he now has 3 fingers inside that have grown long and thick. He's twisting them hard as you feel Jimins hard bulge underneath you. Yoongi removes his fingers and Jimin coos, " Are you ready, baby?" He tells you to sit up. He teases at your asshole before slowly pushing into you. You scream, "Ahhhhh... Fuck." The lube gets warmer as he puts all of his inches slowly into your tight ass.

You watch yoongi as he tells you to lean further back, then your arms are resting on the bed. His tongue splits and he has 4 tongue rings. He shows you wiggling them quickly before looking down at your pussy. Jimin's dick thrusts and rotates into you while Yoongi's warm tongue is at your nipples. He bounces one breast as his tongue swirls and flicks at your other breast. His eyes go dark when his teeth sink into your nipple, and he groans, "mmm, so pretty." His soft pink lips kiss down your stomach and his pierced tongue circles your clit. You moan, "omg... MMMM," and his tongue slips inside you, bouncing so fast, he vibrates off your walls.

Hands cupping your breast while Jimin continues to fuck into your ass. It feels so warm but feels so good, thumping sounds fill the room and his dick has doubled in size. He furrows his brows with pleasure, "look up, princess, look at how good you look when we fuck you." You are barely hanging on as another orgasm rushes through your body. You cum just as Jimin releases into your ass. His black cloud forms and he now takes his place jerking himself on the bed. Yoongi is now laying on his back and you are facing him, riding his face. You feel the rings and his tongue reaches deeper inside of you.

You spit on your hand and move your hand up and down his beautiful pink hard dick. He hums into your pussy the faster you stroke him. His large fingers circle your swollen clit, "One more time, Cum for me." You started to feel dizzy and nearly blacked out, "I can't." He slaps your face, "Yes, you can." He moans as your hands yank him faster and more erratically. Both of your moans fill the room. He fucks into your hand and his dark eyes glow, while his tongue reaches your cervix. He moves his hand with side-to-side pressure and you release down his throat. He wiggles it faster to drink in all of you. He moans "ahh, good girl," and then his hot cum shoots all over your hand.

His cloud appears and he poofs to his spot and starts to touch himself. Hobi and Jin are up next. You are all dazed out and they stare at you, "Hyung, you think she can handle it? Look, she's all fucked up." Jin laughs, "She signed up for this, you know." You laugh because it's true. You wanted this for so long. Jin is on his back and you sit on his dick and lay down on his chest. Hobi lines up right behind you and smiles, "You ready to be pumped full of our cum. " Their eyes were already black with arousal. You look at the mirror in front of you to see Hobi fucking you. No lube was needed because you were still full of cum from earlier. All of a sudden, SLAP. You yelp, "ouc-" Jin cuts off your moan with a kiss then he continues to slap your face and fuck into your cunt.

Jin whispers, "Your doing amazing, you'll reach paradise soon." Jin grabs your waist and gets into you deeper, "You feel so good... Fuck yn." Hobi grunts "keep looking in the mirror." You start to feel tired drained and over fucked. The room starts to swirl and the colors start to melt together. The two men rub inside all of your sensitive spots and you begin to cry. You three moan in unison and you nearly faint as they chase their high. As you feel their balls hit against your ass, a random burst of energy rushes through you and you start rubbing your clit in circles.

Clenching both of your holes around their rock-hard dicks, they grunt and cum inside you. You began to pant and lay down on Jin's chest and in an instant, they poof away and join the other members jerking in the circle. Joon nestles beside you, his eyes already dark and wild, he asks, "Are you sure you want this?" You moan, "Yes, I need this." He says, "Just know once you go to this place with us... Everything and everyone you know is gone... You may never return." You look down for a moment, "I- I understand." You start to cry, "I hope it's worth it." He laughs, "It will be." Then he removes his boxers. Your eyes grow large and you had a sudden realization. Now you know why he was covered this whole time. He has two big beautiful nine-inch dicks with a prince Albert piercing on one of his heads.

You're not sure how well you can take it, then the rest of your room melts away. You are in that same place with the red and orange glow. But now you are tied into a sex swing, hungry and desperate to feel him... "Fuck me please, Joon. I need it." He blindfolds you and places kisses on your neck, which feels blazing hot to the touch. You feel him at both of your entrances and he holds the bottom of your ass while he's slowly moving his hips so he can plunge into you. His breath hitches, "o-ohh, damn girl.." He makes sure you are ok before he moves faster and faster. You feel a tingle all over your body and scream his name repeatedly as he shows you no mercy.

He then holds your legs in place as he thrust, you feel his ring pressing and rubbing inside your slick walls. You can't take it anymore and start to cry as everyone's cum from earlier drips on the floor. He loves the sight of you crying from pleasure. He pinches your nipples hard and says, "Almost there, you can do this." He pinches harder and the sound of his thighs slapping yours fills the room. He bites the crook of your neck and his deep voice growls, "uhh, uhh...Mmmmm." His brows furrow as his scalding cum releases into your holes. You feel breathless and dizzy. He removes the blindfold and all of bangtan stands over you. Joon flashes an evil smile, showing his dimples, " Welcome to Paradise... We'll start again in 2 minutes."  

[kindahoping4forever]

Laying Here In Nothing But My Feelings // Luke Hemmings

This fic is 1000% dedicated to @cal-puddies - I had an inexplicable - and rather explicit - Luke breakdown in our chat over the summer and she not only egged me on but when I was done, she was immediately like "fic please." It was essentially a joke between us until Christmas Day (lmao) when she suggested taking my concept for a spin could be a fun way to spend the holiday. And here we are now! Everyone say thank you, Cass! (And also for giving notes and feedback as always and just generally being the best.)

This is the first Luke fic I've managed to finish on my own (Waiting For It Gets So Boring was co-written with Cass!) so please let me know what you think and if you'd like to see more!

Warnings: Boyfriend!Luke, band responsibility disrupting sexy plans (no angst, just sexual frustration and tension). Dirty talk, use of sex toys (solo and partnered), sexting, masturbation, prolonged teasing, lowkey body worship, very brief oral sex (female receiving), very not brief rimming (male receiving). For real, like 2500 words of this is rimming. So. Also I apparently mention Luke's thighs 12 times. I'm fine.

Word Count: 12,575

Masterlist // Ko-Fi linked above

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“Oh… oh just like that… don’t stop… don’t stop… oh… babe, wait… Ash?”

Luke looks up from between your legs, mouth glistening, breath heavy, eyes shining with hunger and amusement. “Honestly shocking that’s the first time you’ve accidentally called out his name,” he cracks, snorting at his own joke as he dodges the kick you aim at his chest.

“Haha,” you respond dryly, grabbing your phone off the nightstand and holding it out for him to see. “I told you not to send him to voicemail all those times, now he won’t stop calling me.”

“A likely story,” he jokes, reaching for his own phone. He sits on the edge of the bed to text Ashton while you curl up behind him, nipping at his shoulder.

“Tell him you’re busy,” you purr, reaching around to wrap a hand around his cock. You thumb over his slit, spreading the precum around, smiling at the hiss he lets out when you start slowly stroking. “Tell him you’ve had a hard morning and you can’t be bothered until you deal with some pressing matters… like pressing this cock into my ---”

Luke jumps as his phone vibrates in his hand. “Hey, man, what’s going on?” He answers, rushing out his greeting while stilling your hand. You relent and instead peck at the freckles on his neck. “Wha--- I thought that wasn’t due until tomorrow… oh I guess I didn’t see when that email was sent… so like, today tomorrow?”

The sound of this conversation instantly alarms you and you pop your head around to his line of vision to let him know, shaking your head. He grimaces in response, nodding silently as he listens to Ashton’s monologue. 

“Okay… no, of course I’m not too busy, of course I can be there,” he answers, mouthing sorry at the way your jaw drops. “I can be on the freeway in like 10, I’ll text when I’m there.”

He ends the call and frowns at the look of disbelief on your face. “Baby, I’m sorry,” he starts, immediately scurrying around the room, cock still half hard. “We fucked up and that new song’s gotta be mixed, mastered and turned in before midnight tonight, not tomorrow.”

“Oh wow, that’s intense,” you offer with quiet compassion. He disappears into the closet and you chew your lip, trying to swallow down the disappointment you’re feeling. You wonder out loud, “And you guys can’t just send files back and forth like you have before?” 

He emerges, dressed and pulling on his leather jacket. “Ash already called an engineer in so we all should probably be on site,” he explains, sighing as he grabs his jewelry off the dresser. “I’d have loved to hold off, spend a little more time here but the guy’s already on his way, Ash is flipping out, I’m closest to the studio… I just don’t really have a choice.”

“Aww, Lu, that sucks,” you sympathize. He sits on the bed to pull on his shoes and you rest your head on his shoulder, rubbing his back soothingly. “Sucks your day is starting off so chaotic, sucks we gotta spend it apart now. I was really looking forward to spending today in bed with you.”

“Me too, honey. Me too,” he laments, offering you an apologetic kiss. 

The kiss begins sweet but he can’t help deepening it and you eagerly pull him in closer by the lapels of his jacket. “You got ready pretty quick, babe… Think you’ve got a spare few minutes?” You murmur, leaning back on the bed seductively, hoping to woo him back into bed.

Luke’s eyes scan over your form with interest before he shakes his head, as if he’s physically trying to break a spell you’ve cast on him. He lets out a groan of your name that’s part desire, part regret. “Baby, we both know I can’t be trusted to keep it to my ‘spare few minutes’,” he flirts. He pecks your lips again as he eases off the bed. “Promise I’ll make it up to you tonight!”

“You’re assuming I won’t have already worn myself out in your absence,” you tease, fighting a giggle as he stumbles grabbing his backpack, clearly distracted by what you just said.

“Okay, well now that’s all I’m gonna be thinking about all day,” he says with a wink, heading out the door. A beat passes and then his voice calls out from the staircase, “Love you!” 

“Love you,” you respond, slumping against the pillows.

The whirlwind of the past few minutes sinks in as you stare at the ceiling. You tried to react reasonably, obviously you recognize the predicament Luke is in, but you also think you’re allowed to be disappointed. It’s been ages since the two of you spent some quality time together and setting aside today to lay around and just enjoy each other was Luke’s idea in the first place. 

You sprawl out, figuring you might as well appreciate how much more spacious Luke’s bed is than yours; you run your hand longingly across his side of the bed, giving a sad laugh when you knock into the bottle of lube beside his pillow, a lost vestige of a sexy morning abandoned. An idea sparks in your mind and you sit up excitedly, grabbing the bottle and your phone.

*  *  *

Across town, Luke finds a corner table to sit and wait for his order. You were right, he did have a spare few minutes and he decided nothing softens the blow of an unexpected studio day like fresh donuts waiting for everyone. He proudly sends an update text to Ash and is about to polish off the powdered sugar donut he picked up for himself when a notification from you pops up on the screen. 

Glad to see you’re not still upset about his sudden exit, he taps on your name and his smile quickly morphs into a smirk when he sees the photo you’ve sent - a bottle of lube and a box of tissues atop your nightstand, while your hand dips into the middle drawer, “the fun drawer” as it was dubbed when you first started bringing toys over. The accompanying text reads: 

Wonder if something in here can make me feel as good as you would’ve.

He catches his lip between his teeth as he types back: 

Miss your taste so much already, baby… Use the suction vibe, the pink one we took on vacation. I know it’ll make you cum just as hard as my tongue would.

You giggle reading your boyfriend’s message, pleased at having correctly guessed what his selection would be. You laugh again, this time with a bit more of an edge, as you lube up an entirely different vibrator, the thrusting toy he left for you when he was leaving for tour. When the purple silicone looks nice and slick, you hold it out in front of your phone, making sure your hand is wrapped around the widest part of the base, hoping that’ll make him think about it stretching you out.

Luke stares at the box of donuts he just sat on the passenger seat, wondering if he should fasten the seat belt around it to keep it in place. His phone vibrates on the dashboard and a thrill runs through him when he picks it up to see another notification from you. He was hoping he'd hear from you again, maybe get a sexy afterglow pic to thank him for his toy suggestion.

He takes a sip of coffee as he opens your message and immediately sputters it back into the cup, hurrying it back into the cup holder so he can examine the photo. He zooms in, trying to determine if the vibe is covered in lube or you before determining the answer doesn't really matter because now all he's thinking about is how wet you felt against his face this morning, how his beard still vaguely smells like you.

He runs a hand through his hair, flustered, and finally notices you sent a text as well. 

Thanks for the rec but I think I'm more in the mood for this one. Gonna put it on the highest setting and let it absolutely ruin me the way I wanted you to. Would give anything for this to be you. Can’t wait to see you tonight. Miss you, miss your cock too much already.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he mutters to himself as he resumes staring at the picture. He remembers the videos you sent while he was overseas, how relentless the toy’s thrusting motion seemed to be, the way your legs wouldn’t stop shaking by the time you were done with it, how he dreamt of the noises you made for the next three nights. “Coulda been you, dummy,” he chastises himself, deciding that while donuts are great, his time would’ve been better spent making sure you were satisfied before he left. *  *  *

You bite your lip, pressing the tip of the vibe to your entrance, teasing yourself. You briefly entertained the idea of queuing up some porn, maybe lighting a candle or two, but between your interrupted orgasm with Luke and the thrill of sexting him, you’ve accepted you probably won’t need much to get off.

Your phone buzzes nearby and you blindly pat around the bed until you find it. You click the new message, already plotting your saucy response, when suddenly your mind goes completely blank as a picture of Luke’s hand gripping his visibly hard cock through his pants fills your screen. 

Fuck, baby… I should’ve stayed. You should be cumming around my cock instead of that toy… should be babbling to me instead of an empty room… should be making a mess on me instead of my sheets. Fuck. I need you so bad, baby. Don’t know how I’m gonna get through the day.

If you weren’t so horny, you might be embarrassed at the way you’re zooming in to study his picture. God, he looks so hard… if he were here, he’d be acting so desperate already… pressing into you, whispering against your ear how much he wants you, hands roaming your ass, tongue running along your ear, employing all the tricks he knows make you weak. Silently vowing to make him that needy tonight, you sink the vibe into yourself, surprised at how loudly you gasp. No, this isn’t going to take long at all. *  *  *

Luke finally pulls into the studio parking lot, breathing a sigh of relief when he sees that despite his detour and your distraction, he’s still the first to arrive. He reaches into the backseat to grab his Airpods out of his backpack, figuring while he waits he can listen to the most recent mix of the song and make notes on what changes are needed. He’s searching through his files for the right version when he’s startled by the vibration of another message.

He takes a deep breath, cock already stirring in anticipation for what you might say - or show - next. He selects your conversation and is momentarily puzzled when no pictures or texts are added to the thread; he glances up at the top of the screen to make sure he has full service and even closes and reopens the chat before he realizes you’ve sent a voice message. Equal parts curious and confused, he adjusts his earbuds and hits play.

There’s nothing but quiet shuffling at first, enough that Luke begins to wonder if you recorded and sent this message by mistake. He’s about to turn the volume up to make sure he’s not missing anything when he hears an all too familiar sigh and he grips the steering wheel, lightheaded from how fast the sound travels to his cock.

“Luuuuke… babe,” you coo, unmistakably slick noises in the background giving away why you sound so breathy. “That picture you sent… fuck… I can’t stop thinking about you getting so hard just from thinking about me wanting you… are you still that hard, baby? Did you have to drive all the way there with your cock straining against your pants like that? Fuck, Lu, wish I was there, I’d be leaning into your lap so fuckin’ fast… how have I never sucked you off in that car? We’ve gotta do something about that, babe, you’re so fucking sexy when you drive, it always makes me want you.”

By the time you take a breath, Luke’s heart is pounding so loud in his ears, he’s afraid you’re going to get drowned out if he doesn’t pause and take a second to calm down. He exhales loudly and leans back, shell-shocked, head feeling like it might float away if he dares to lift it from the seat’s headrest. 

His mind races to process everything he’s feeling. He’s the dumbest man on the planet, how could he have ever left you this morning, he had no choice but to leave you this morning, but how could he have ever left you this morning? He knows you understand that he’d much rather be there with you, so why are you torturing him like this? He loves you for torturing him like this, he hopes you never stop torturing him like this, he’s ready and willing to die or at the very least cum in his pants from listening to you taunt him like this.

Having accepted his fate, he presses play, closing his eyes so he can properly visualize everything he’s hearing.

“God… want you so bad, babe… was so close when you had to stop… I love when you eat my pussy, I almost came right when you first started… should’ve cum for you while I had the chance, I just didn’t want it to be over so quick,” you ramble. “Didn’t want this to be over too soon either, ‘s why I haven’t turned my toy on yet. Was gonna tease myself more but I had to put it in as soon as I saw that picture… oh, Lu, I wish this was you filling me so bad.”

Luke says a silent prayer of thanks to whatever god blessed him with such a vivid imagination, he can perfectly picture you spread out on the bed, chest heaving as your hand moves between your legs, brow furrowed as you fight yourself to keep yourself from going too fast. He squeezes his eyes shut even harder, almost as if he concentrates enough, he can will himself into the room with you.

“Wanted to be naked with you all day… so many things I wanted to do with you… to you… been thinking about it all week… been wet for it since you woke me up this morning… kissing my neck, pressing your cock against my ass...” 

There’s silence for a beat and then a distinct mechanical whir starts up. You resume speaking but your voice is notably affected - a little more rushed, a little more whiny - and Luke can’t help but press his palm to his crotch, groaning with relief at the brief pressure. 

“...Feels too fuckin’ good, babe, I’m already close… all that’s missing is you telling me how good I feel around your cock… how good I look with your hand squeezing my throat… how good I sound begging you to cum all over -- ”

The sharp sound of someone knocking on the car window startles Luke out of his lustful trance. His eyes shoot open, he sits up so fast he bangs his knee on the steering wheel and for some reason, his panicked mind tells him it’s necessary to yank the Airpods out of his ears and throw them to the side as if they were on fire.

It takes another couple of seconds for him to realize he should see who wanted his attention and he turns to see Ashton doubled over, laughing so hard there’s no sound coming from him. Luke first rolls his eyes and then rolls down the window before commenting plainly, “You scared me.”

“You’re lucky that’s all I did! What are you doing sitting with your eyes closed like that? Napping?” Ash asks, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Anybody could’ve snuck up on you, smashed a window, grabbed your laptop off the backseat. Or that box of donuts you were so excited about.” He peers around Luke, looking for the prized pastries.

“Right, the famed donut snatchers of the San Fernando Valley,” Luke quips, shifting in his seat, hoping the snacks are the only thing Ash is able to ogle from his vantage point. He grabs the pink box, passing it to him through the window. “Here, you go ahead and set up in there, I’ll be just a minute.”

Ashton looks at him suspiciously and Luke impresses himself with how cooly he explains, “You know how many Airpods I’ve lost already, now I’ve gotta stop and find the ones I just threw across the car since you decided to creep up on me like a psycho.”

“Fine,” Ash shrugs, peeking inside the pastry box. He turns to leave, calling over his shoulder, “If you’re not there in five minutes, I’m eating this eclair I know you were saving.”

Luke scowls but moves into action once Ashton disappears around the corner. He scans the car's cabin, giving a satisfied tongue click when he spots the wayward earbuds, one on the passenger seat, one under it.

A sucker for punishment, he fits them in his ears, scrubs to the last 30 seconds of your message and hits play before he can change his mind.

There's ambient noise - a quiet buzz and a steady rhythmic pattern that he eventually determines must be your breath. The buzz becomes louder and louder before stopping entirely; once it dawns on him that the volume increase was due to you pulling the toy from your body to shut it off, his pants are back to feeling as tight as they were before Ashton’s interruption.

“Mmm… well… guess you’ll be coming home to freshly washed sheets tonight,” you laugh breathily, sounding tired but elated. “I needed that. Still need you more, though. Love you so much, Lu, still wish more than anything you were here with me.”

Luke pouts, his heart aching almost as much as his cock. He can picture you, bottom lip swollen from pulling it between your teeth to stifle your moans, hair crazy from the way you run your fingers through it when you’re coming down, eyes slowly closing as you fight through your exhaustion for the sake of pillow talk.

“...We can make up for it tonight. Thinking about that is what’s gonna get me through my day. Maybe now you’ll be thinkin’ about it too,” you continue, satisfied smile evident in your voice. “Hope you have a good day, babe, get some good work done! Hopefully I didn’t make it too hard… well… the work, I mean.” You giggle at your unintended double entendre and with a kissy noise, the message ends.

He shakes his head, wondering if it’s too late to fake an illness so he can get home to you as soon as possible. He hits record on a voice note of his own and debates the topic out loud. 

“...I mean, I guess Ash already knows I’m here - oh yeah, remind me to tell you that story - but also maybe he’d believe it came on suddenly. Had to have looked pretty pale when he saw me since every ounce of blood in my body was in my dick,” he jokes. His voice drops as he continues, “I’m still so hard for you, baby. I can’t stop hearing your noises… your breath… I swear I could feel it on me. Thinking about how good you must have looked cumming like that… how good you must have felt. Jesus… how do you do it? Every day I think it’s the most I’ve ever wanted you but then you do something else and it’s another level of wanting. Want you so fuckin’ bad, baby. I love you and I’ll see you tonight.”

Before he can think better of it, he briskly undoes his zipper, hooks a thumb in the waistband of both his pants and his boxers and takes a quick picture of the stubborn erection you've left him with.

*  *  *

A sly smile crosses your features when you hear the message tone in the distance as you step out of the shower; you hurry through drying off, excited to see your boyfriend’s reaction. You wrap your towel around yourself and shuffle over to the counter where you left your phone.

You feel your eyebrows raise, intrigued by the message preview which reads: “Well, this should be an interesting studio session.” The chat loads and naturally, your eye is immediately drawn to the photo; you chuckle to yourself when you realize you’re instinctively licking your lips at the sight of his neglected cock tenting his pants. He was clearly rushed and at an odd angle so it’s not the best dick pic he’s ever sent, just partial shaft and a lot of his hand trying to hold his underwear out of the way, but simply knowing Luke needed you to see how much your message affected him to the point that he tried to stick his phone down his pants in the studio parking lot has you feeling flushed.

Tearing your eyes away from the picture, you realize he left you a voice message and as soon as you hear the rasp in his voice, how absolutely destroyed he sounds, you place a hand on the counter, steadying yourself. Oh, tonight is gonna be fun.

*  *  *

“You’re not even fuckin’ paying attention, bro,” Calum complains, gesturing at the phone that’s been glued to Luke’s hand since they sat down.

“Am so!” Luke protests, laughing at how juvenile his defense sounded. His eyes scan over the message app just to make sure he hasn’t missed anything and then he sets his phone down. “I’m just waiting on an important message.”

Michael swivels around in his computer chair. “Is it an update on whether or not you’re still the worst? Because I can go ahead and confirm that for you.”

Luke frowns as his friends laugh at his alleged inattention. “We’re gonna double track the pre and take a layer off the first half of the chorus to see if that makes a difference,” he reports, beaming at the surprised faces staring back at him. “It’s almost like I can care about two things at once you asshol-- oh shit…” His bragging is interrupted by the sound of his phone vibrating on the table next to him and he reaches for it, the strings on his guitar plucking atonally as he maneuvers.

“Your important message?” Ashton asks with a knowing smile. Between the delayed response this morning, the curious parking lot exchange and Luke’s generally distracted behavior during this session, Ash feels like he has a basic idea of where his mind is.

“Just a delivery notification,” Luke answers glumly, expression turning sheepish when he sees the look on his bandmate’s face. “The coffee’s on its way though.”

“Oh, sweet!” Ash chirps, holding his hand out for Luke to pass the guitar to him. 

Luke opens his notes app and sits back on the couch, ready to give the latest mix his full scrutiny. It takes half a verse for his mind to wander, remembering how much you loved this song the first time you heard him workshopping it at home. His brain reminds him of the way you curled up in his lap while you waited for him to finish piecing together the vocals and the way he eventually gave up once your mouth attached to his neck. He smiles, thinking about how he had you naked and under him within seconds of carrying you to the couch and how he was able to finish the song while you slept, warmed by a blanket and sated by an orgasm, on his studio sofa. 

It’s a wonderful memory but one that has him switching over to check your chat one more time. He’s not sure if your delayed response is part of your game or if you just got distracted but he’s not too proud to double text, especially when he’s missing you this much.

*  *  *

Petunia barks at your phone chiming on the kitchen counter, the sound interrupting her concentrating on lapping up the water you’d just placed in front of her. You laugh and scratch behind her ears, laughing again when you see Luke’s message.

I can only assume you haven’t responded to my striking dick photography because it sent you into such a horny spiral, you’ve orgasmed yourself into a coma.

You’re grinning from ear to ear as you respond.

Yes, cum coma. Definitely it. Not like I was taking my time, starting my day, letting you possibly get some work done so you could get home to me on time. Definitely the cum coma.

You shake your head as your message goes from “delivered” to “read” instantly and it shows him already typing a response.

Oh I’ll definitely be home on time… there’s literally nothing that could keep me from getting home on time… this song isn’t done in a couple hours, I’ll just leave the band.

You giggle as you flop onto the living room couch.

Bold of you to assume I’m interested in sleeping with an unemployed musician.

We’re called “independent artists,” ya clout chaser.

Petunia was considering climbing up to lay with you but after the howl you let out at that last message, she opts for watching you curiously from her dog bed instead. 

“You can’t let your dad know I think he’s that funny, we’ll never hear the end of it,” you tell her before resuming your conversation.

How are things going? Clearly you’re fully focused and engaged with the project.

Luke snorts quietly, eyes darting around the room to check that the rest of the guys are still preoccupied: Ashton and Michael animatedly debating the volume of a particular synth while Calum stoically listens in, expression indicating he’s either weighing their arguments carefully or not paying attention at all.

Was going great until we listened back and now I can’t stop thinking about you naked on my studio couch.

Luke smiles at how quickly your typing bubbles come up, pleased to know you remember that day as vividly as he does.

Ohhhh… THAT song.

Every time I hear that chorus melody, I think about trying to overlay those vocals while also trying to keep your hands out of my pants.

You were being super sexy with your glasses and your crazy hair and your musical genius… was that not all just a ploy to get me to touch your dick? My bad.

Part of you wants to feel silly for smiling so much your cheeks hurt but it’s never mattered if you’re just trading texts, speaking over the phone or if he’s sitting right next to you - the two of you have always had this easy rapport - loving, teasing, comforting and titillating all at once. It serves you well at home and it’s especially beneficial during times of separation, whether it be for a few hours like today or for weeks when he’s on tour.

Your phone buzzes in your hand and you smirk as you read the screen.

Please, we both know I don’t have to work nearly that hard, you were on me the second you came in and saw I didn’t have a guitar on my lap.

You feel your cheeks heating as you type.

You know what I remember? You working with me in your lap, tracing the tattoo on your thigh… feeling you get harder and harder against my hip… the way your cock would jump whenever I’d graze your skin with my nails…

Luke shifts a throw pillow onto his lap, pants getting tighter for what seems like the millionth time today. He really has no one but himself to blame - not just for leaving but for instigating this latest sexting adventure. He just couldn’t help himself, once he gets to thinking about you like this… he just needs you.

You always love playing with that tatt… I love it too… love it even more when you tease it with your tongue.

Your heart speeds up both from the message and from how surprisingly loud your slow but forceful exhale sounds sitting alone in Luke’s living room. It takes a moment for you to decide how to play things but you let out a self-satisfied hum when you finally start constructing your reply.

Yeah… you love the teasing, don’t you? My tongue teasing your body, my words teasing your mind… I’ll bet you love that you’ve been hard all day and haven’t been able to do a thing about it. Love feeling your cock up against your zipper, love feeling the precum trickle onto your boxers, love wondering if anyone has caught onto what you’re up to.

The studio suddenly feels irredeemably warm as Luke reads your message. He casually presses down onto his lap pillow, strategically alleviating some of the pressure between his legs. He has to admit your read on him was pretty spot on, now he just has to decide how far to take things, especially considering that the guys are just about ready and he’ll be expected to contribute soon.

Can’t help it, baby… want you so bad sometimes I want to make it last… even the buildup is worth getting off on with you.

He leans back, mentally congratulating himself on his response when he feels his eyes widen and his cock throb at your reply. 

I’ll be sure to remind you of that when you’re begging me to let you cum tonight.

*  *  *

Luke goes radio silent for the next several hours until you finally get that long awaited “On my way,” accompanied by a potpourri of excited emojis, just to make sure his enthusiasm comes across.

You’re excited too, grinning to yourself as you fly through the house to make sure you’ve taken care of everything for his impending arrival. You already took Petunia out and refilled her bowl, already charged the toys, and as promised, already washed and changed the sheets. You pull your overnight bag onto the bed, looking over the lingerie you brought, undecided on if you should surprise him with a sexy greeting at the door. You eventually land on “sexy underwear but make him work for it,” grabbing the pink band t-shirt he’s been wearing lately to slip on over the set you chose.

As your final task, you set two cold water bottles on each nightstand, giving a little exasperated huff as you pull out your phone to check the traffic again; it feels like he texted you forever ago but you know you’re probably just impatient. You’re pondering which of his bandmates was most likely to stop him on his way out, when you hear the garage opening and you clap your hands together gleefully, springing up to fix your hair in the vanity mirror.

Luke’s calling your name as soon as he opens the front door; you originally planned on playing it cool, letting him come to you, but you can’t deny how thrilled you are that he’s finally home and you race down to him. 

The two of you meet up at the foot of the stairs, huge smiles decorating your faces. You take advantage of being on the step above him, throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face in the stubble you’ve missed feeling all day. He wraps his arms around you with a chuckle, squeezing you tight, letting you be the one to pull away first. You give him a few quick pecks before you notice the sound of crinkling cellophane coming from him and you pull back curiously to see what the source is.

“These are for you,” Luke sing-songs, presenting you with a brightly colored bouquet of assorted flowers. You pout, touched by the gesture and before he gets a chance to elaborate, you pull him down to your lips to show your appreciation.

He murmurs against you, tangling a hand in your hair, leading you into a slow, sensual kiss. You moan as his tongue greets yours and again when his hand travels down to squeeze your ass under the rising hem of your t-shirt. He groans into your mouth when he feels the high cut lace of your underwear, his mind automatically scrolling through his memories of all the ravishing sets you’ve worn for him, wondering what he’ll be stunned by tonight.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he murmurs, holding you tighter, kissing you harder.

“Me too,” you sigh. “Well we know what I’ve been thinking about… what have you been thinking about?”

“For starters, this,” he replies, lifting you off the step and wrapping your legs around his waist. You giggle as he starts to climb the stairs, briefly resuming the makeout before determining he should focus on getting you both to the bedroom safely.

As you pass the hall bathroom, you tap him with your flowers. “We should probably get these in water before we get too distracted.”

He takes the bouquet from you, laying it on the dresser as he enters the bedroom. “They’ll be alright for a little longer.” He carefully sits you on the bed, looking at you hungrily. “You’re all I care about being wet right now.”

You sit up on your knees to kiss him passionately and rid him of his jacket and shirt. You run your hands over his chest, loving the tiny noises he makes as your nails run through his chest hair, tracing along his nipples. You slip your fingers in his waistband, pulling him closer by his pants.

“Been so patient, even while I had my fun with you today… always so patient with me, Lu… love that about you,” you coo, looking up at him alluringly as you palm over the outline of his hardening cock. You keep eye contact as you unfasten his pants and start pulling them down.

It’s a beautiful sight seeing Luke peer down at you, eyes already glassy, mouth already open in awe; his hair is a mess from your fingers running through it, curls hanging over his eyes as he watches you breathlessly. Your stomach drops in anticipation of the moan you know is coming when you dip your head down to mouth at him over his boxer briefs. He doesn’t disappoint, voice both loud and shaky as your lips apply gentle pressure to his cock; you find the tip and pucker your lips more, softly sucking at his shape through the fabric. 

He groans your name in a bid for you to stop, wanting to pace himself. He grips your face in his hand, rings digging into your skin deliciously as he roughly pulls you back up to his mouth, pressing his body to yours as he kisses you, letting his hardness and his tongue work in tandem to let you know how much effect you have on him.

His hand travels down your throat, lingering just long enough to get your blood pumping, before he leans you back so he can grab the hem of your shirt. You help him tug it over your head and he curses under his breath as he takes in the bubblegum pink underwear you picked out. Before you started dating Luke, you never cared much for brightly colored lingerie but with him it feels right: playful and loud while still erotic and intimate, just like the two of you are in bed together.

Luke loves when you dress up for him and you love watching him appreciate all the little details, his eyes poring over the peekaboo sheerness of the lace lining, his fingers reaching out to trace along the geometric caged cutouts above the bra cups, his guitar-worn fingertips an enticing contrast to the smooth satin of the straps. 

“Beautiful, baby,” he whispers reverently, leaning in to place a kiss on each of the tiny bows decorating the set: one on each strap, just below your collarbones, one in the center of your cleavage and one right under the waistband of your panties. He laughs warmly at the gasp that last location elicits from you and he chastely pecks over the front of your underwear a few times before raising back up to grin at you. “This is new, right?”

Nodding, you play with his necklace, somehow feeling both bold and shy under his attentive gaze. “I picked up a couple new things for today, actually… wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to spend all day in bed.”

“Aww, honey,” he pouts, kissing under your jaw until you giggle. “Well I love it… love you… love that you’d think to do that. Looks so good, I almost don’t want to take it off.”

You tease, “Well good, because you don’t get to yet.”

He laughs, surprised but delighted, and you scoot back on the bed; he follows suit, coming to lay with you, quickly kicking off his pants and shoes. The two of you take a moment to enjoy kissing, teasing and enjoying the feeling of each other’s bodies after a long day of wanting. When you can tell he’s getting restless, making more noise against your mouth, hips grinding against you more urgently, you shift him to lay on his back.

“Missed you, Lu… wanna show you how much,” you murmur, sucking at his neck. You feel the vibrations of the contented hum he lets out as you leave a mark on his throat. You pull back to admire your work, boasting, “Mine,” as you rub over the red spot. 

He strokes over your face, thumb soothing at your skin that’s looking raw from rubbing up against his beard. “Didn’t need a hickey to tell you that, honey,” he replies, looking at you lovestruck. You lean into his touch, kissing his palm before moving on to explore more of his body. 

Luke sweetly fingers through your hair as you kiss over his chest, nibbling at his collarbones, massaging over his pecs, tongue flicking over his nipple. You start to show the other side the same treatment and he gives a quiet whine, hips bucking into the air.

“Patience, my love,” you chide while your hand snakes over his stomach to squeeze his still clothed bulge. “Is this where you want me, babe? Think I’d forget about this cock? Haven’t thought about anything else all day.”

He pants, breath hitching as you drag your nails over the curves and ridges pressing up against his boxers. “I’m just… so… so fucking ready for you, baby.”

“Mmm,” is the only reply you give, tugging his underwear off. A giant sigh of relief escapes him as his cock is freed, dropping onto his stomach, precum immediately dripping onto his skin. You sit between his legs, thinking out loud, “As I remember it, you were also pretty fucking ready before you left this morning, so… I think you can hang on a little longer.”

His stunned silence turns to an interested murmur as you move back up, returning your attention to his nipples. Once you’re satisfied with how puffy and perky they look, you gently push his arms up, indicating you want them above his head. Dazed but trusting, he complies, resting his hands against the headboard. 

He moans loudly as you flash a warm smile at him and lilt, “Good boy,” before pressing a wet kiss to the puzzle piece inked on his left side, now exposed for you. You smooch and nibble at his skin before switching over to trace your tongue along the vertical script running down his right side. You love that his tattoos are almost always covered - sometimes it feels like you’re the only other person who knows that they’re there. And you love knowing you’re the only person who gets the privilege of touching them like this, of teasing them until he’s squirming uncontrollably.

“Babyyyyy,” he hisses as you begin to peck over his stomach, causing you to laugh against his skin. You look up at him innocently, smirking because you’re not sure if his complaint is due to the work your mouth is doing or the friction from your body leaning across his. 

"What do you need, handsome?" 

Luke tries to pout but can't hold back a grin as he playfully whines, "You didn't kiss the bird," looking sadly over at the ink adorning his right bicep. 

"Oh, my mistake," you play along, crawling back up to where his arm is resting behind his head. You press your lips to the tip of the hummingbird's beak, following along the outline of the tattoo before filling the inside of it with smooches. "How could I forget? Such a pretty bird on a pretty guy."

Before you can move back down, he holds his wrists up to you expectantly, watching smugly as you take the hint and kiss the tattoos he has there as well. As you pull away, he silently points to his lips and you giggle with delight.

"Luke."

"What?! I missed you! Thought you missed me too," he defends dramatically, joining your laughter as you lean in closer.

You intend to kiss him softly but you're weak to his advances once he starts adding heat to it, one hand on your ass, the other dipping inside your bra to cup your breast, pinching at your hardened nipple. His hand sneaks from your ass to between your legs and he groans when he feels how wet you are.

"Oh honey, c'mere," he advises, trying to move your body up the bed. "Get on my face, let me take care of you."

Shaking your head adamantly, you wriggle out of his hold and start moving back down his body. "You first," you insist. He begins to protest but you reach back up and press a finger to his lips to quiet him. "Had all day to fantasize about playing with you, want us to both take our time and enjoy it." 

He lights up hearing you mention thinking about him again. "All day, huh? Tell me what you thought about, baby."

He breathes deep as your fingers dance down his chest and stomach, followed by a sharp exhale when your touch skips over where his cock is resting, instead opting to stroke his upper thigh. You watch his face change while he decides whether or not to verbalize his disappointment; he eventually calms and you dip down to lightly peck his hip.

“Thought about how much I love your body… how beautiful it is… how responsive,” you trail off, giving his hip a teasing bite, smiling to yourself when he bucks up against you with a loud yelp. You kiss the small indent and continue down. “Thought about noises like that… you know I fucking love how vocal you are when we’re together, Lu. Makes me feel so good to know I make you feel so good.”

You nip and kiss your way down to his thigh tattoo, making sure to give it the affection it deserves, especially in light of the memory you shared earlier about how sensitive he was that day you visited his studio. He gets louder and you muffle a groan against him, knowing he’s thinking the same things you are; you lift yourself up to his lips, needing to kiss him, needing to be in that moment with him. His cock twitches between your bodies and the two of you moan in erotic harmony.

“No one else has ever made me feel like this, you know,” he tells you, gripping your hair to kiss you one more time. “Can’t remember ever wanting something - someone - this bad before. Never thought feeling you everywhere but my cock could feel so good… get me this hard. God, you’re incredible.”

Beaming, you place your forehead on his. “You’re incredible, babe. You’ve been waiting so long and you’re still letting me love on you like this? Haven’t tried to guide me anywhere, haven’t asked for anything… haven’t even tried touching yourself. You know you could’ve, right? I didn’t tell you not to,” you point out.

He shrugs, as if the option never even crossed his mind. “I know that anything you do is gonna feel a million times better than anything I could do for myself just because it’s you, so.”

“Luuuuuu,” you melt, bringing yourself to his lips again.

He laughs, “That being said…I would like to cum sooner than later.”

You snort, giving him a playful shove as you push yourself up. “Oh is that something you were interested in doing tonight? That what all the moaning and writhing is about?”

He gently knees your side as you settle back between his legs. “Bold talk from a lady who was so horny earlier, I’d barely been gone ten minutes before you had to get yourself off.”

Giggling, you pinch his inner thigh and giggle some more when he’s surprisingly into it, giving a half-moaned, half-yelled reaction. “Whatever, man, I wasn’t the one jerkin’ it in the parking lot of my job.”

“Nooooo, that’s the whole point! I didn’t jerk it, that’s why I need to cum now,” he insists, tone still lighthearted but with a slight edge to it.

He’s getting desperate and you smile, appreciating how fun he is like this. “Aww, baby, you’re so right. This poor, poor cock deserves some attention, doesn’t it?”

Luke nods pitifully and holds his breath as you move in to press a single closed mouth kiss to the tip of his cock.

“Baby.”

You look at him with wide eyes, feigning shock that he’s disappointed. “More?” You place another chaste kiss halfway down his length, followed by one right at the base. You feel his cock throb under your lips, excited even from just that small amount of contact, and you almost feel bad when you hear his exasperated sigh as he realizes your game. You look up again, teasing, “Still not enough? Such a needy cock, isn’t it? Don’t know how you survived the day, babe, must’ve been so tough not giving in. Didn’t give it even one little stroke?”

He feels you moving down and when your breath is on his thighs again, he gasps. “N-no… wanted to wait for you,” he sputters, breath uneven as your lips brush across his skin.

“Good boy,” you purr, licking your lips and giving a wet kiss to his balls. You move over a fraction, kissing again, this time letting your tongue poke through your mouth and his body jerks so hard, you’d have sworn he jumped about five feet off the bed. “You like that, handsome?” 

A choked cry answers your question and you move and kiss again, sloppier, letting your tongue swirl and linger on his skin. His response is still intense, so you continue, using the same technique but traveling lower and kissing longer; his moan is sharper, breathier, and you notice his legs are opening wider for you, his ass scooting closer to your face. 

Oh.

You contemplate his reaction before moving in again, placing a firm, wet kiss to the space just under his balls. The way he whines your name is unlike anything you’ve ever heard before and judging by the ache you suddenly feel between your legs, you’re confident it will play a starring role in every masturbatory experience you have from now on.

“Luke?” You sit up to get a good look at him, biting your lip to keep from audibly reacting as you take in the sight of his flushed face, his curls frizzed from sweat and his hands resting at his sides, balled up into fists in a clear effort to keep himself from tending to his cock, much redder, much shinier and much angrier than it was when you last looked at it.

“Yeah?” He answers weakly, as desperate as he’s ever been but too dazed to hide it now.

You consider your words before deciding there’s really no delicate way of putting it. “Do you… um… should I eat your ass?” 

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes, screwing his eyes shut in an attempt to focus. “Is that… do you want to?”

“Lu,” you soothe, stroking his thighs. “Babe, you know we always say if there’s something one of us wants to try, we’ll hear each other out. And this seems like something that’s really turning you on and I’m really interested in exploring that if you are.”

He stares at the ceiling for a beat before focusing his gaze on you. “Yeah… yes. Yes, I- I think I’d like that.”

Breathing deep, he runs his hands through his hair, obviously overwhelmed. Your instinct is to rush up to give him a calming kiss but you fight the urge, wanting to give him space and time to process whatever he’s feeling. Instead, you hug his knee, using your fingers to draw soft circles on his leg, watching as his face softens and after a moment, he looks back down at you.

“You good, babe?”

“Yeah… I just got like, nervous for a second,” he laughs.

“Well that’s okay.” You smile softly, resting your chin on his knee while you talk. “Are you sure you wanna? We don’t have to, you know I’d be more than happy to suck your dick.”

With a naughty grin, he insists, “I mean, I’d be more than happy to have my dick sucked but I do think it’d be fun to try this.”

“Promise you’ll tell me if you change your mind?”

“Of course… and same.”

“Of course.”

Satisfied, you peck each of his knees before spreading them wide again. You dip down, pressing your chest to the bed, popping your own ass to give him a good show. You knead his ass cheeks before gently pushing them apart, pausing to take a steadying breath of your own.

“Love you,” the voice above eagerly offers.

Your head drops to the mattress and you laugh with glee. “Love you too, babe… especially love that you thought to tell me that just as I’m about to lick your ass for the first time.”

He wheezes before deadpanning, “Sounds like the best time to make that known, if you ask me.”

Shaking your head, you start nibbling at his inner thigh again; you suck and nip at his skin, moving closer and closer to unknown territory. When he feels your warm breath between his cheeks, his noises go totally quiet in anticipation of what you’ll do next.

Leaning in, you hold him tightly and lick a long stripe over his entrance; his entire body tenses and he makes the sharpest yet quietest noise you’ve ever heard from him. Just as your brain wonders if that was a good reaction or a bad reaction, he answers your question by rocking his hips up, silently asking for more.

You oblige him, flattening your tongue to cover even more territory, licking slow and wide from his hole back up to his balls and down again. This time, he’s not shy about letting you know how he feels, a few breathy “fuck”s and a shaky “oh god, baby, yes” falling from his lips. You repeat the same route, experimenting with a swirling motion on the way down and the groan it’s met with tells you it was the right decision.

“You like that, babe?” You raise up to check in with him, your question more curious than teasing. “Feeling good?”

Luke’s face is buried in his hands, surprised at how instantly he’s beside himself with want. “It feels fucking amazing,” he reports, voice muffled but clearly wrecked already. 

Looking at his neglected cock, leaking profusely and a deep shade of red, you ask, “Do you want me to jerk you off while I’m ---”

He interrupts, “Jesus, fuck, baby, no!” It takes a beat for him to hear his own reaction and then he giggles at how serious it was. He explains, “I swear to fuck, I will immediately cum all over myself if either one of us touches my dick for even a second.”

“I thought you wanted to cum sooner than later,” you tease.

He props his head up to grin at you. “I like the idea of your tongue in my ass more if I’m honest.”

“The most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me,” you quip, getting back into position. “Also… you said in, so…”

“Oh. I mean… is that… would you?”

You lean in and playfully bite a chunk of cheek. “Honestly, Lu, if it’ll get you to keep making noises like you have been, I’ll do literally anything you want to this sexy ass.” 

He laughs, low and raspy enough to give you chills. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You grab his ass, push his thighs a little higher and dive back in, your tongue flicking wetly over his hole. As you work, the increasing volume of his sighs and the frequency with which he’s bucking into the air gives you confidence and your strokes become firmer, your flutters more teasing. You return to the sensitive skin below his balls, your lips providing gentle pressure before beginning a slight suction, and the prolonged moan he gives in response has you squeezing your legs together, hoping for some pressure of your own.

Emboldened by his feedback, you move down to his rim and apply the same method: pressure followed by suction. Luke can’t stop the whimpers spilling from his lips as yours move over him, breath catching as your tongue starts lapping in time, the sloppily wet sounds permanently etching into his brain. 

He wants to tell you what a good job you're doing, how unbelievable you're making him feel, but it's taking all his concentration not to grind himself back against your face, so all he can think to do is moan. He briefly considers reaching down to thread his hands in your hair and show his appreciation that way but that’d put his hands way too close to his cock and he doesn't trust himself enough not to touch it.

He groans as your grip on his thighs tightens up, trying to get a better angle; your nails dig into his skin as you do your best to keep him steady and he whines, feeling a fresh round of precum run onto his stomach. You press yourself closer, the tip of your tongue up against his opening before cautiously dipping inside. A strained shout escapes him and he claws at the sheets, pushing his ass down to meet your mouth, a tiny “sorry” lost in his throat as you work your tongue inside him and thrust. His head is spinning, he swears he’s never heard himself make the sounds he’s making and when your tongue thrusts into him again, he cries out as his cock twitches involuntarily.

All his noises are going straight to your pussy and you pull back, panting, in desperate need of a break. 

“Luke,” you huff, pecking across his thighs as you lift yourself up to address him. “I’m glad you seem to be enjoying this, babe… I apparently can’t get enough either, I’m absolutely soaked.”

He lifts his head to look at you and you sit up enough for him to see the center of your panties is a much darker shade of pink than it was before. “Holy shit, baby… that’s just from working on me?” You nod, lip between your teeth, and he groans. “God, you’re a fucking dream, you know that? Looking like that, making me feel… fuck, I don’t even know how to describe it… but you’re really, really fucking good at this.”

You grin, basking in his rambled praise. “Well, I’d be lost if I didn’t have such good feedback. All your pretty sounds, the way you keep grinding against my face…”

“Sorry about that,” he chuckles, a hint of shyness in his voice.

“No, Lu, I love knowing I’m making you feel so good. It’s so hot seeing you get so…”

“Slutty?”

You laugh, squeezing his knees affectionately. “I mean, that’s really nothing new, is it?” He giggles, breath slowing as your hands start roaming his legs. Your tone turns teasing, “So slutty… so needy… and yet, still so good for me, huh? Look at that cock! I don’t know if I’ve ever seen it so hard, have you? I’ll bet it’s absolutely aching, isn’t it, baby?”

“Ahhh, uh-huh,” he agrees quietly. He holds his breath as you lean over him, your hands rubbing over his stomach, so close - too close - to where his cock lays.

He gasps as you swirl your finger through some of the precum that’s pooled on his skin, the sensation causing his cock to jump up again.

You moan at the sight, loving that you’ve got him so worked up. Your finger inches closer and he whines helplessly. “You sure you don’t want me to do something about this, babe? Looks like it wouldn’t take much… what do you think? Think I’d be able to get even one stroke in?” You lightly run your nail against his stomach, right next to where his tip is and he lets out what can only be described as a sob. “Think I’d even get my hand around it before you make a mess of us both?” 

You lift your hand as if you’re going to test your theory and he wails your name desperately.

“Good boy,” you coo, backing off, watching the pronounced rise and fall of his chest as he tries to regain composure. You settle back between his legs and check in. “Keep going - yes or no?”

The question has barely left your mouth before he’s rushing out, “Yes, yes, yes, baby.” He slides his hands under his thighs and lifts them up to emphasize his point. “Please.”

Groaning at his eagerness, you feel even more wetness drip onto your lace bottoms. “Let me hear you, baby,” you encourage, softly kissing his cheeks, working your way in. 

You begin a pattern of kitten licks over his entrance that has him instantly moaning. You then teasingly swirl your tongue around - 1, 2, 3, times - and on the final circle you let the tip dart inside him and he lifts his legs even higher, rocking himself towards you, needing more. You duplicate the process but slower, adding in a few extra swirls just to hear his reaction - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 - and your taunting is met with a series of increasingly frantic whines and a few strangled pleas of your name. When you finally flit your tongue inside, the relieved “Oh my fucking god, baby, yes, that” feels a hundred times better than the orgasm you gave yourself earlier.

As you continue, Luke feels like he’s lost control - his hips pumping against you seemingly of their own accord, his voice producing a consistent stream of sounds he doesn’t recognize, his cock springing up with interest yet again. And does he always leak this much precum? Fuck. You squeeze his ass, your hair tickling his cheeks as you wiggle, working your tongue in deeper; he notices a distinct sensation spreading through his body but he’s so overwhelmed he can’t quite place it yet. 

He looks down to see your head moving in a familiar bobbing motion and he has to groan as his mind acknowledges that he’s being blessed with one of his favorite visuals not because you’re sucking him off, but eating his ass.

“So good, baby… so fucking good,” he praises dreamily.

You murmur against him in appreciation, giving his ass another squeeze and he whimpers, that confusing sensation running through him again but more insistent. You’re effectively fucking him with your tongue, digging your nails into his skin, trying to hold on as he fucks back against you, and when your own muffled moans start pouring from your throat, that same mystery sensation returns to his body with such intensity, it demands to be recognized.

Oh. 

It takes up until the second that Luke starts cumming for him to realize that’s what’s happening and it’s not until he feels the first rope of cum hit his chest that he actually believes it. He tries to call your name but all that comes out is the first letter followed by a bunch of unintelligible cries, voice unfamiliar as his body shudders. His cock pulses and throbs mindlessly, spraying his release near and far, coating his entire torso all the way from his belly to his chest. 

The high of this orgasm seems to have no limit, building and building even when it seems like it's beyond time to fall back down to earth. He tries to express this thought but his breath comes out in short, wrecked sobs while his arms shake as he struggles to hold his legs in the air. It’s probably the most exhilarating - and bewildering - thing he’s ever felt and when it finally crescendos, he gives an elongated groan of something resembling your name and lets his limbs drop down as he melts into the bed.

As soon as his legs hit the mattress, you’re racing over to his side. “Luke? Baby. Oh my god,” you fuss. He looks absolutely destroyed - hair disheveled, skin flushed, eyes tightly shut. His breath is steadier than it was but still labored, heaving chest covered in sweat and cum. He’s never looked more beautiful. You speak tenderly, stroking his cheek, “You did so good, Lu, oh my god, that was incredible, baby… are you okay?”

His eyes flutter open, still a bit glazed. He takes a moment before he answers. “Yeah… I… just… whoa.”

“Yeah, definitely whoa,” you laugh quietly, pushing the curls off his forehead. “I’ve never… did you know you could -- “

He shakes his head. “Nope. Never happened before, not even close.” He chuckles in disbelief. “I didn’t even know it was happening until it was happening.” 

You giggle with him. “I felt your body like, pulse and before I even had time to think about it, you were moaning and… oh my god, babe…” You move closer to snuggle him but he holds his hands out to stop you.

“Messy,” he laughs sheepishly, gesturing at his sticky skin.

With a comforting squeeze to his arm, you promise, “One sec,” and hop off the bed, hurrying to the en suite. Luke closes his eyes, the sound of the running faucet serving as the perfect white noise as he lays there, content but exhausted. Several moments later, he feels the bed dip, followed by the pleasant sensation of a warm washcloth moving across his chest.

“Thank you, honey,” he says quietly, reaching out to squeeze your hip. He traces the waistband of your panties admiringly. “Couldn’t let these gorgeous pieces get stained… not yet, anyway.”

He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you snort. “Such a thoughtful lover,” you joke, softly flicking him with the washcloth before tossing it aside.

“Well actually, speaking of which,” he starts, hand moving to rub over the now transparent from arousal patch of your underwear. “What should we do about this?”

“I was actually gonna see if you wanted a snack,” you shrug, patting his now clean skin dry with a new towel. He narrows his eyes skeptically and you explain simply as you pass him his water bottle. “I came this morning.”

“Oh, trust me, I remember,” he smirks, taking the bottle but grabbing your arm to pull you close. He caresses your cheek, continuing, “But you seemed happy - eager even - to have another so I wanna check that you’re not passing it up just because you made me cum my brains out and think now you gotta take care of me.”

You take a thoughtful sip from your water. “I guess I got a little worked up watching you… and talking to you over the course of the day… and looking at the pictures of your dick that you sent me,” you shrug again, a coy smile creeping at the corners of your lips. “I just… that was so intense, babe, are you sure you don’t need anything?”

He opens his arms and you don’t hesitate to accept the invitation, curling up on him, letting him wrap himself around you. “Honestly all I need is to feel my girl laying in my arms… heart racing, hips bucking…” He kisses sweetly over your face, ghosting over your lips before darting down to suck under your jaw instead. He runs his hand over the mark he leaves, tracing his thumb over your mouth. “Little gasps, sweet moans spilling out from these beautiful lips… if that’s something you think you might be interested in.”

Your eyes meet his as you suck his thumb between your lips, biting gently. “Well… if it’ll make you feel better, I guess,” you joke, sighing as you’re pulled into a passionate kiss. 

His fingers toy with the caged straps of your bra and he whispers, “Wanna be naked with me?” You eagerly nod, hissing quietly as he unfastens you; you help him pull the material off and then quickly shimmy out of your bottoms. You shiver under his appreciative gaze as he murmurs, “That’s my good girl,” before capturing your lips again.

The makeout is slow and familiar, a lovely juxtaposition to the frenzied experimentation you’re both still coming down from. His hand makes its way down your body, slipping between your legs and you both groan as he starts stroking through your wet folds. You almost instantly start rocking your hips into his touch - you’ve been waiting to feel his hands on you all day and you’ve been so turned on for so long and your body is so grateful to finally have some relief.

He laughs raspily, “Baby… after all that buildup, don’t you think you deserve more than humping my hand?” You whine as he pulls away and whine again when you see him reaching over into “the fun drawer.” He grabs the first toy he touches and it happens to be the one you used this morning. He clicks the button and it whirs to life, thrusting back and forth enthusiastically, much to his delight. “Look at this bad boy! I’ve always wanted to watch you with this one.”

“Well pay attention because it’s not gonna last long,” you laugh.

After some discussion, he props some pillows up against the headboard and sits back with his legs open for you to lay between. You relax into him, immediately angling your head for a kiss while Luke’s first order of business is getting his hands on your breasts. You tease each other a bit - your teeth tugging his lip, his ringed fingers twirling your nipples - and then he’s nudging you to pick up the vibrator.

“Been thinking about this since I saw that picture,” he admits, watching carefully as you drag the toy down your body.

You run the tip up and down your pussy, getting it nice and wet before lightly circling your clit. “I always wait until the last minute to turn it on… it feels too good,” you explain, teasing your opening and then pulling it away, your hips tilting up in hopes of reconnecting with the toy. “Even just putting it in is too much sometimes because I know how good it’s about to make me feel.” You torment yourself a few more times and then finally let it slip in, sighing loudly as it glides inside you.

“Fuck,” Luke breathes, rubbing your legs soothingly as he stares, slack-jawed.

One hand fits the toy inside you while your other interlaces your fingers with his. “Oh this is gonna be so quick,” you laugh, leaning back to kiss his neck. “You ready?”

"I don't know," he giggles, squeezing your thigh. "Ready to see you come apart, baby."

You keep your gaze trained on his face, your hand using sense memory to locate the power button and turn it on. A deep groan escapes your throat instantly as the shaft of the toy begins vibrating and pumping inside you. You quickly click it down to a low setting and reach to adjust the arm meant to stimulate your clit, your eyes rolling back the moment it lands on the right spot.

"Feels good?" He asks quietly, visibly gulping as you nod and lick your lips. He runs his hands up from your legs, caressing over your hips, your stomach and finally your tits again, where his touch lingers. "As good as this morning?"

Bringing him into a kiss, you sigh, "Better… you're here now." You roll your hips with the slow rhythm of the vibrator, not yet ready to crank it up to your usual setting and have this end. "Don't gotta imagine your hands on my body, your voice in my ear, your breath on me… you're here."

"So glad I'm here, honey," he reassures, kissing your face. You press a button to change the pattern of the vibrations and gasp into his mouth. He groans, wanting to help you along, "Did you pretend it was me fucking you? My cock inside you?"

You confirm breathily, "Oh, Lu, yes… Pretended you were still in bed with me… like the phone never rang… like we just woke up and you were on my neck, telling me how much you wanted me… pretended we were back in that moment and I told you to slip it in like I wished I would’ve… oh god, Lu, c’mere.” You reach for his hand, panting.

The sudden shift of intensity in your tone has Luke breathing as heavy as you, rushing to do as requested. You guide his hand around the bottom of the toy’s shaft, right where it’s peeking out of your body; you watch his jaw drop as you cycle through the settings, landing on the rhythm and speed that always leaves you seeing stars.

He looks at you wide-eyed. “No way,” he laughs, feeling the strong buzz and rapid thrusts. “Baby, this is gonna launch you into space.”

“Counting on it,” you giggle, turning it back down while you move his hand to the base of the toy and adjust his hold so it’s at the angle you need. As soon as he’s in position, you turn the power back up and let out a pronounced moan.

“That’s it, lemme hear those beautiful sounds, honey,” he encourages, his free hand gripping your breast tight, hoping to both get you off and steady you.

The whines only get louder as your back arches into his touch and your hips stutter, your body too stimulated to follow along with the vibe's movements. It drives into you over and over at that delicious angle and you bury your face into Luke's neck, muffling a cry as you feel your climax start to light up every single cell in your body. 

The pleasure rushes through you, the chemicals flood your system and most importantly, your boyfriend’s arms tighten around you. The orgasm is great - fantastic even - but feeling this good while being this close to him is what makes all the waiting, all the teasing, all the frustration of the day worth it.

“Oh, that’s it, baby… what a good girl… look so unbelievable when you cum for me,” he encourages as you huff and shake in his embrace. A few seconds later, your body settles and your breathing quiets but a small whimper remains and he knows that means you’re done with the vibrator. He shuts it off and carefully pulls it out, soothing in a soft voice, “I know, baby, that was so much… it’s alright, I’ve got you.”

He gently eases you onto your pillow, freeing up his arm to grab the tissue box off the nightstand. You pout and make grabby hands at him as he stops to wipe down your toy; he grins, pecking your lips before starting to clean you up as well. Neither of you have much to say, content with simply trading soft smiles and softer touches. 

Luke lays his head on your chest, gazing up lovingly at you, and you tangle your fingers in his curls, loving the way his eyelashes flutter as you comb through his hair. You take the moment in until something occurs to you. “Hey, babe, I don’t think I ever actually thanked you for those flowers? They’re gorgeous… that was really sweet of you.”

“Aww, honey, I’m glad you liked them!” He beams proudly. His expression briefly falters but he shakes it off and continues, “I wanted to kind of acknowledge and apologize for this morning… I promised this would be our day and I should’ve taken a minute to find a compromise instead of just taking off like it was nothing.”

“Luuuuuke,” you whine, stroking his cheek softly. “I know I complained at first but you know I understand the band comes first - it’s your job and it’s important. You’ve got a lot of people counting on you.”

He shrugs. “I had you counting on me and you’re someone I don’t ever wanna disappoint. I should’ve asked if you wanted to come have lunch or something. I don’t know where my head was at.”

“Well, babe, I appreciate the apology but I still had a pretty fun day,” you reassure him, smirk curling the edges of your mouth.

“Is that so? I never would’ve guessed,” he jokes, pushing up to kiss you. “Glad to hear you had a good day, though… spent most of mine worrying I’d ruined it.”

You giggle, “Babe, I’m pretty sure the only thing that got well and truly ruined today was you.”

He laughs with you, a faint blush spreading over his skin. “So best case scenario then,” he cracks, pressing another kiss on your lips.

He sits up, sipping his water, passing yours over when you prop yourself up next to him. You suddenly remember to ask, “Hey, how was the studio, by the way? How’d our song turn out?”

Luke grins. “Oh, is it our song?”

With a naughty smile, you explain. “I don’t know about you but I doubt I’ll be able to think about anything besides tonight when I hear it.”

“Well… tonight and the night I wrote it.”

“See.”

“You’re right, it’s definitely our song,” he giggles, squeezing your knee. “I really like what it’s turning into, I think it’s almost where it needs to be.”

Your brow scrunches, confused. “Almost? Wasn’t it due today?”

“Oh!” He laughs, shaking his head. “The deadline actually got extended.”

“What?!”

“Mmm hmm, some kind of server maintenance - the label apparently can’t handle any incoming files for a day or two. So we all decided we should use that time and really get it right.”

You’re quiet for a moment before offering a simple, “Interesting.”

Luke can tell you’re calculating if this will affect your time together again and he slinks his arm around you, leaning your head on his shoulder. “It doesn’t need nearly as much work as it did today though, so hopefully it won’t take up too much of the day.” 

“Yeah, hopefully.”

With a smile, he adds, “But just in case, I’m thinking my phone’s gonna accidentally die overnight, what about yours?”

——————————————— Thank you for reading!

[luvfae]

Could you please do my favorite Henderson with Comedy prompts 1 & 50 and nsfw prompt 11? Thank you☺️😏

MY FAVOURITE

HENDERSON

PART TEN

fandom: stranger things

parings: eddie munson x f henderson reader

warnings: SMUT (it finally happened), oral (eddie receiving), hair pulling, it’s rough, it’s nasty, there’s tears, choking, swearing, mention of drugs/mention of drug use

1: “…so, is that a yes?”

50: “well, that wasn’t on today’s agenda.”

11: “please? i’ll even suck your dick to say thanks.”

masterlist

Getting weed was easy, especially when the local Hawkins High School dealer spent most of his afternoons at your house. So when the opportunity struck and Dustin was no where to be found you cornered Eddie in your little brothers room.

“Do you have any weed?” You asked, flagging around a $20 bill. “And i’ll take the pretty girl discount with that as well,” you smiled, hands clasping together behind your back as you rocked on your feet.

Eddie laughed. “You’re adorable, kitten, truly. But unfortunately I don’t have any on me, it’s all at home,” Eddie said.

“Well then drive home and get it, i’m a paying customer,” you said, looking at him expectantly.

“You’re a paying customer who robs me blind every single time, I wish you weren’t so damn charming,” Eddie said. “And no, i’m not driving home to get it, me and Dustin are busy.”

“Oh c’mon,” you groaned, eyebrows knitting together in frustration. You stepped closer to him, standing in between his legs as he sat on Dustin’s bed, your fingers twirling around a few locks of your hair. “Please? I’ll even suck your dick to say thanks,” you smiled, innocently.

Eddie gulped at your words, staring up at you, for a brief moment he froze. “What is wrong with you?” He asked.

“…So, is that a yes?” You asked.

He watched as your teeth bit down on your bottom lip. “I’ll get my keys,” he said, standing up.

“Yes!” You exclaimed.

-

About 20 minutes later Eddie was standing in your bedroom, throwing a ziplock bag of your goods onto your bed. You smiled, handing him your $20 bill before grabbing the bag and hiding it inside of your wardrobe for safe keeping.

“Thanks for the 20, but i’d like to claim my real payment now,” Eddie said, his signature smirk creeping on his lips.

You blinked, you didn’t think he’d actually hold you to that, but a deal is a deal. Besides, you wanted to do it. Like really badly.

“Fine, sit on the bed,” you said, quickly tying your hair into a messy ponytail. Eddie was quick to listen to your words and you were quick to drop to your knees in front of him, fingers toying with his belt, quickly unbuckling his pants and dropping them to his ankles.

Your hands began to shake, you were nervous. You had dreamt of this moment, so no amount of nerves would stop you from sucking his dick. At an agonisingly slow rate you pulled his briefs down his legs and pop. His dick was right in front of your face, hard on and all.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, taking in his size. You were not expecting for Eddie Munson to have a huge dick, but then again you also were never expecting to be on your knees in front of Eddie Munson. Life works in weird and mysterious ways.

“Don’t just stare at it,” Eddie said, grabbing the back of your head rather aggressively, pushing your face towards him. You gasped, not expecting for that to happen and all of a sudden his dick was down your throat, making you gag. “Suck my dick, just like you promised.”

You slowly moved your head back and forth, your eyes staring up at him. He groaned, looking down at you. Finally this was happening, after months and months of waking up from wet dreams about you. But one thing about Eddie Munson, he hated slow sex. It was rough or nothing. Like we’re talking, hand over mouth, cuffed to the bed, degrading the shit out of you, fucking. Like if you don’t cum within five minutes a bomb is going to detonate and wipe out the entire population kind of fucking.

With that in mind, he grabbed a hand full of your hair, forcing your head to move faster against his throbbing cock. The tip ramming into the back of your throat over and over and over again, making you choke. Tears streaming down your face, your day old mascara dripping down your cheeks, saliva covering your chin.

“Suck it like you fucking mean it,” Eddie said. You hummed, the vibrations making him go crazy. His eyes never left yours and when you looked away from him, he only tugged on your hair harder, using his spare hand to grip your chin and force you to look up at him. “Keep yours eyes on me, sweetheart. I don’t want to miss out on the show.”

You moaned at his words, hollowing out your cheeks, your tongue swirling around his shaft as he continued to ram your face into him.

“Fuck, that feels so good, princess,” Eddie said. “You don’t know how many times i’ve imagined this exact scenario, can’t let it go to waste now can we?”

You continued to suck, now feeling tears dripping down your neck from how much choking was going on. You could barely even catch your breath and Eddie wasn’t being merciful at all.

“I’m gunna cum all over your pretty face, isn’t that right, baby?” He cooed. The estranged noises escaping your throat were muffled by his cock. “Yeah, that’s right,” he said, his fingers loosened around your hair and you could tell he was close because his movements were getting sloppy and his eyelids were fluttering shut.

You pulled away from him, pumping his now sopping wet dick with your hands as he came. Your mouth opening, tongue sticking out, eyes squinting shut. You felt hot ropes of his cum shoot all over your face and Eddie watched the scene in disbelief.

“Jesus- Y/N… I didn’t think you’d actually let me cum all over your face,” Eddie said, panting hard as he came down from his high.

“That’s what you wanted,” you replied, blinking your eyes open. “It’s what you told me to do and i’m a good listener,” you said as you began to wipe his cum from your cheeks and chin, sticking your fingers in your mouth and sucking them dry.

Eddie stared down at you, eyes wide. “God, you are so unbelievably hot,” he groaned.

You stood up, grabbing a tissue from your vanity, cleaning your face up completely. You felt Eddie’s arms snake around your waist, he pressed a kiss against your cheek and you smiled. You spun around in his arms, your lips crashing against his in a heated, passionate kiss.

“Well, that wasn’t on today’s agenda,” Eddie said, clearing his throat once the both of you had pulled away.

You laughed at him, wriggling out of his grip and walking towards your wardrobe to grab out the weed you had hidden fifteen minutes ago. “Wanna get high?” You asked.

© luvfae 2022

[marksbear]

Can I request reader being all gentle and soft while fucking Ikaris but Ikaris just wants it rough -🐼

Hell yeah! hope you doing good 🐼. Welcome to the bear club!

Waring! top male reader, SMUT,fingering, jerking off, Short but not to short.

IKARIS X TOP MALE READER

Ikaris and Y/n are at home in bed in each other's arms. The two were having a lazy day and just being with each other and spending quality boyfriend time.

Y/n begins to feel hungry and so he gently takes his boyfriend's body off his own and says "Be right back, gonna eat real quick". Ikaris watches Y/n as he leaves and waits before hes fully gone before springing his plan to action.

Ikaris stands up from the bed stripping out of his clothes. Ikaris gets lube from the dresser and hops back in bed. He spreads his body across the bed like hes a display and opens the lube bottle and applies the lube on his fingers.

He takes a deep breath before using one finger to circle around his hole before pushing it in. Ikaris uses his free hand to cover his mouth tying to muffle his moans.

Once he got used to the first finger and added the second and began to actually finger himself properly. Ikaris flips himself over so his stomach is on the mattress and his ass in the air facing the doorway. Ikaris vision becomes hazy once his fingers graze his sensitive prostate. Ikaris moans and screams are muffled from the bed. He snatches one of your pillows from your side and brings it into his face inhaling your scent.

The smell of you while hes pleasuring himself almost makes him cum automatically. His tip is already leaking so much precum onto the sheets while Ikaris uses his fingers to keep hitting his prostate. "Y/n! Y/nnn~ f-fuck!~" Ikaris screams his boyfriend's name once he feels his orgasm nearing. Little did he know that Y/n were watching him standing at the doorway.

"Y/n y/n!!~Cummigh! cu--mminG~" Ikaris moans out thrusting his fingers as far they can reach as he cums.

Y/n takes off his clothes and kneels down by his husband. As soon as Ikaris felt the bed weight shift he turned around rather fast bringing his boyfriend to a heated makeout. Ikaris pulls away from the make-out and lays onto his back spreading open his legs as a invitation.

Y/n kindly takes the invitation and slowly pushes his cock in Ikaris hole. Ikaris brings his hands to Y/n shoulder holding onto them tight as Y/n enters him. Once Y/n was fully inside his thrust was slow and gentle. Y/n was kissing his jaw and neck softly like he was made of glass.

And that irritated him. Usually he wouldn't mind about being soft but his time he just wanted to be used like a toy. Ikaris crosses his legs on Y/n waist slightly moving them up and down. Y/n takes the hint and adds some speed into his thrust aiming for Ikaris prostate. But the thing about it he was still being gentle. "Y/nnn! P-please fuck me like im a slut~ just use me f--fuck!" Once those words came out of Ikaris mouth it was like a switch had come on in Y/n head and tightly grabs Ikaris hips and brutally fucks him.

That seems to really please Ikaris and his moans and screams have gotten louder as well his cock leaking precum already. The bed is shaking and the sound of skin claps against each other louder. The grip Y/n has on Ikaris waist is bruising and Ikaris knees and arms become wobbly. The two moans and groans are almost white noise because of the skin against each other and the bed creaking and shaking. Y/n cums without warning he comes deeply into Ikaris hole and leans his head down on his shoulder as support. Ikaris instantly cums after him once he felt the hot cum inside of him and overflowed outside of him leaking onto his thighs.

Once the two catch their breath, Y/n doesn't pull out instead he still moves his hips back and forth until his cock is hard again.

"Did you think I was done with you?"

[titan-fodder]

Back to Baseline (Miche Zacharias x Reader)

Rating: E (explicit)

Count: 5.4k

Warnings: female-bodied&female-identifying reader, established relationship (marriage), small spats/tension, a lot of relationship reflection (all good, they are actually very healthy), sexual content, 69ing, silliness, coming separately, sex toys, cum play, a lot of real life inspiration 💕

A/N: this is my contribution to the better than fiction collab that I (sort of) helped co-host with @spacelabrathor! please please check out the whole masterlist because tumblr needs more vanilla content if I’m being totally honest.

this was so much fun to write, I banged it out in a day. It’s pretty self-indulgent, and I based quite a bit of it off my irl marriage just because the theme here is realism, and also my husband and I are pretty good at the whole relationship thing tbh. anyway, hope you enjoy some more soft Miche content from me~

The house looks as it always does–dirty work boots by the door, a cardigan hanging from the hook your keys should be on, blankets thrown over the back of the couch, a fresh takeout box on the coffee table. The dogs are curled up on the loveseat, and the TV is playing an episode of the adult animation you’ve seen a dozen times before. 

 Everything looks as it always does, but it feels different. A certain tension hangs over you and your husband, one neither of you are used to, one neither of you enjoy, and it’s been permeating the space between you for days now. 

 A busy week left little time for the two of you to see or even speak with each other, Miche tied up with the new jobsite while you’ve been bogged down with deadlines. Communication dwindled which made room for tiny miscommunications, careless comments born of fatigue, and now the two of you are sitting on opposite ends of the couch, refusing to open your mouths in fear of words being misconstrued once again. 

 You have to admit, though, even bickering seems better than silence.

 Worrying your lower lip, you reach for the remote and try, “We’ve seen this one a lot. Wanna change it to something else?”

 Miche shrugs, and you sigh, dropping your hand and deciding to just leave the TV alone.

 “What?” he grunts, and when you shake your head, he asks again, “What?”

 “Nothing, babe. Fuck, I just breathed.”

 “No, you did one of your heavy sighs. There’s a difference.”

 Fighting off a groan of frustration, you shut your eyes, reprimanding yourself for disturbing the frail peace. As it turns out, the silence had been better. 

 You stand up in a swift motion, grabbing the leftovers to stick them in the fridge, relaxing a bit as you put distance between you and Miche.

 There is no resentment or anger. Just annoyance. And, for no real reason. 

 The two of you have been married for almost five years, and honestly, it’s been perfect–absolutely incredible. Miche just gets you, and you get him. 

 For most of your life, you listened to older couples preach about what hard work relationships take, and while you can appreciate that effort must be made, it isn’t hard to put forth said effort because you know it’ll end up benefiting you and your partner in the long run.

 Talking with Miche is something you can do with ease, and it always has been. You’ve never had issues in communicating your wants or needs, and the man is so laid back that when you suggested he make himself a little more emotionally available, he did so without protest. He was a little goofy about it at first, almost poking fun when he’d come home from a long day, sigh, and confess in a comically whiny voice, “I think I need to snuggle or cry or something,” but now he has no qualms with trudging into the bedroom and asking sincerely, “Can I hold you for a while tonight?”

 It’s the shit like that that makes marriages last, you think–being receptive and respectful. That, and the cup in the kitchen full of popsicle sticks scribbled with the names of nearby restaurants because Jesus fuck, talk about a life saver. You can’t make decisions to save your life, and considering Miche is the epitome of, “Followin’ you, babe,” the mealtime conversation was always draining. So, thanks, Pinterest.

 You’re best friends. You laugh when he laughs, and you cry when he glowers, and you can talk for hours when given the chance. You get along with his friends, he gets along with yours, and while you have some similar interests, the real beauty of your relationship shows through your differences and how you both appreciate them. Miche has taught you so much about so many things, and he gives you the same opportunities to teach him as well, always curious to learn more about you and what has your attention at the present time.

 Sometimes you wake up next to him and wonder if he was actually hand-crafted for you specifically because he fits you so perfectly, balances you where you need to be balanced and complementing you where you need to be complemented, not so much a yin to your yang–more like the serenity to your turbulence. You are not easy to manage (you know that better than anyone after trying and failing to do so your entire life), but Miche loves and takes care of you as if he was put on this earth to do just that, and you wonder how the fuck you could get so lucky because it doesn’t make sense–

 “What is going on?”

 His deep voice shakes you from your little reverie, and you blink across the kitchen island to find him braced on his elbows and staring at you with those soulful green eyes. His expression makes your chest clench, and you try to swallow past the tightness in your throat with little success. 

 You aren’t mad at him. He hasn’t done anything wrong. You’re just not connecting, and that fact alone has you irritated. You haven’t been able to have a decent conversation with him in nearly a week, haven’t felt his strong arms around you in just as long, and it’s starting to wear on you. 

 “I don’t know,” you mutter. “We’re both just tired, I guess.”

 “Well, that’s not gonna change anytime soon,” Miche says with a click of his tongue, “but this–” he motions between the two of you, “–this does need to change. Last thing I wanna do when I get home is walk on eggshells all evening, so let’s just… get it out.”

 Letting out a humorless laugh, you hold your hands out by your sides. “There’s nothing to get out, babe. I’m not mad at you or anything. We’re just in a weird place right now and both super stressed so, like…” He doesn’t look entirely convinced, so you raise an eyebrow and remind him, “Miche, if I was legitimately mad at you, you’d know it.”

 “Fair.” 

 You aren’t the type to scream and throw things, but you are the type to sit down and cry and tell him exactly what happened to make you upset. After a shitty past relationship, you made a vow to yourself to never let things fester, which means Miche does not have the luxury of the cold shoulder. No, he just gets tears and hiccups and you stuttering, “I just feel like…” about a hundred times until you finally manage to voice the real issue you’ve taken with him.

 He must be some kind of saint for putting up with you.

 That said, you don’t fight often. The open line of communication means as soon as something rubs you the wrong way, one of you says something about it, and it gets clarified. That takes care of ninety percent of problems, you’ve both come to find. 

 When that line is suddenly closed, though, due to schedules or emergencies, things get a little muggy–you both fall out of rhythm, no longer on the same page, and that is when actual, serious arguments happen. In the years that you’ve been with Miche, you can count on one hand the number of times you’ve fought. The two of you have had some lively discussions before, but any time the energy shifts into something more serious, both of you pick up on it and pause, say something along the lines of, “Hold on, let’s step back for a second,” with shaky, sorry smiles. 

 You aren’t on the verge of a lively discussion currently, though. The rate things are going, the amount of times you’ve snapped at each other in the past week over stupid shit (the twist-tie for the bread being left out, your shoes under the coffee table instead of by the door, etc.), you and your husband are well on your way to a fight. 

 Unless you can put a stop to it here and now. 

 “What’re your plans for the rest of the night?” Miche asks, still watching you from the other side of the counter top.

 You give a nebulous wave and a little, “I dunno,” because as much as you’d like to just crawl into bed and start over tomorrow, you know that isn’t an option. “I got, like, zero work done today, so–”

 “Let’s take a bath.”

 Cocking your head, you squint and state, “You hate baths.”

 He does. He likes all the floral soaps and bath bombs you get from the little shop in the mall, but as far as actually sitting in the ceramic tub–the man constantly complains about being able to feel his bones scraping together while curled around you. 

 “I don’t hate them,” he tries, and it earns him a tiny, knowing smile. “They’re uncomfortable because I’m tall, but you like them.”

 “I do, and you know,” you start, slowly making your way out of the kitchen toward him, “You’d probably like them more if we got a bigger–”

 “I know, I know, whirlpool tub, it’s on the very long to-do list.”

 Miche is hesitant to reach out for you, almost timid when he takes your hand and pulls you close to him. It hurts you, makes you feel like you need to apologize, but you haven’t done anything wrong. Neither has he. No one is in the wrong here, but no one is in the right either. 

 “You still have some stuff from that frou-frou shop you like?” he asks.

 You answer, “Yes,” with a roll of your eyes, mumbling an amused, “Don’t act like you don’t like that frou frou shop.”

 The TV is turned off, and you walk with Miche to your shared bedroom, slowly undressing and feeling shy about it for the first time in God knows how long. It seems like forever since you’ve felt his hands on you, even in innocent ways, so when he wraps them around your hips under the warm spray of the shower, you shiver. 

 Miche insists on washing the day from him before soaking in a tub, something you’ve never quite understood since every bath has to end in a shower to rinse all the excess soap away. He’d mentioned once how he hates the idea of sitting in his own filth, and you’ve never questioned him since. It just makes the bath routine a little more tedious than necessary in your opinion. 

 But, if it means being able to lean against his broad chest while soaking in rose and jasmine, you suppose the wasted water is worth it.

 You hear Miche hiss when his back comes in contact with the cold tiles of the wall, can practically feel him grit his teeth when the ceramic digs into his hips and ankles. Knees are bent on either side of you, and you slowly sink back into him, letting him get used to your added weight as it pushes him further into the tub. Only when one of his hands settles on your tummy do you relax fully.

 The bath is very warm, a sweet, herby aroma swirling in the air just as petals swirl in the water. It’s a tight fit–Miche really is too large for this tub–but it’s comforting to you. You’ve always enjoyed deep pressure on your body, tight hugs and weighted blankets, and this is no different. 

 “Tell me about your week,” he says, and you can tell by the slight curve of his body that he’s resting his head against the wall behind him. “New project, right?”

 Nodding, you briefly tell him about the manuscript you were sent and how reading it alone feels like pulling teeth. 

 “Editing is a nightmare. Reminds me of peer editing in basic composition classes,” you complain.

 Miche chuckles, his thumb stroking just above your navel as he listens to you talk about how it isn’t an especially long piece, but it’s taking up extra time just because of how poor the quality is, and you can already tell it’s setting you behind for the next job you have sitting on your hard drive. 

 Once you’ve vented most, if not all, of your frustrations about the publishing company you work for, you urge Miche to tell you about how the new job is going. He’s got an idiot foreman with no experience actually heading a crew, and a vendor the company has never used before, so this whole first week has been an absolute clusterfuck. 

 “Thank god I’ve got Levi as my assistant on this one. If Dot had given me Gel again, I think I would’ve walked off the site completely a couple days ago. Almost did before Levi caught me.” He seems to laugh at the memory, your body moving with his as Miche recalls his coworker shooing him into his office and telling him to cool down after blowing up at at an electrician for not following OSHA guidelines. 

 “Can see why you’ve been stressed then,” you hum, loose where you sit in the water. 

 Chatting has been nice, even if it is just about work. It feels like you’ve missed out on so much just by not making small talk over dinner or through evening hobbies. It’s been so quiet between the two of you, and… you missed this. 

 “I’m sorry things’ve been so weird,” you sigh, running your hand up and down Miche’s calf, feeling the coarseness of his hair and scratching over the curve of muscle further down. 

 “Mm, not your fault,” he counters, holding you flush against him and speaking just above your ear. “Don’t apologize.”

 The water has been cooling for some time, but the moisture trapped between your skin is still very hot, and when you move a certain way, you feel Miche’s cock twitch where it’s pressed against your back. He groans when you repeat the motion, warning, “Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish, sugar.”

 You grin, turning to look over your shoulder at an odd angle and assuring, “Oh, I can finish. Question is, can you?”

 “Probably quicker than I’d like since it’s been a while,” Miche laughs before pushing you forward enough for you to stand up. 

 Both on your feet, you rinse off again then towel away any water droplets left behind, Miche bringing one of the towels into the room and leaving it at the foot of the bed before crowding you onto the mattress. 

 His shaggy hair is still very damp, hanging in his eyes until you push it away just in time to meet him in a kiss, and your whole body lifts with it, peace finally restored as his lips move with yours. It’s natural, it’s instinct, it’s the two of you in your most basic forms, locked at the mouths while hands roam free. 

 Miche crawls further up the bed with you until a loud yelp startles both of you, the smaller of your two dogs jumping from the place in the blankets he had apparently been hiding, scurrying away into the living room as Miche calls out a regretful, “Oh, sorry, bud!”

 “For the best,” you tell him. “At least he won’t be scarred now.”

 “The things these dogs have seen, honestly… They’re probably traumatized already.”

 You both get comfortable on your sides, facing one another, and you kick a leg over Miche’s hip, sucking in air when he brushes fingers over your folds. One of your arms is pinned beneath your own weight, but you have just enough range to wrap your hand around your husband’s cock, already half hard and easy to stroke to the point of straining. 

 Miche’s groan is low, rattling around your head as he rocks his hips into your hand, his fingertips feather light on your sensitive skin and making you throb for him. 

 His tongue slips into your mouth every now and again, but most of your kisses remain close-lipped save for the occasional nip and bite until you’re panting into him and gripping him tighter. Precum keeps beading at his tip, and you swipe over it again and again, smearing it over the flare of his cockhead before deciding you’d prefer to lick it away.

 “You ready for me to suck you off?” you ask despite knowing the answer.

 Miche nods but stops you before you can slide down his torso, instead suggesting, “Let’s just sixty-nine. Want my face in your pussy now.”

 Snorting, you very carefully position yourself over him, careful not to break his nose or kneel on his hair, and once he positions you just where he wants you, you lean over and grab his swollen cock, guiding it to your mouth as he grips your thighs and pulls you downward. 

 You gasp as soon as you feel his tongue on you, way more sensitive than you thought you’d be. It makes you pull up and away only for Miche to lock you into place. 

 “Fuck, babe–” you laugh only for it to go shrill again when he latches onto your clit.

 He turns his head just enough to tell you to relax, the brush of his facial hair over your folds making you twitch, then pulls the little bud back into his mouth.

 For a few moments, you buck with every flick of his tongue, almost as if it’s a surprise every time. Then, with a deep breath, you will away the tension in your muscles and allow yourself to go limp, to curl over him and lap at his cock while enjoying the way he eats your pussy from below. 

 When he senses your calm state, Miche loosens his hold on your thighs, simply massaging them, gently scratching over your ass until he’s able to find an angle that allows him to slide a finger into your entrance.

 You groan around him, taking him deeper in your mouth then running your tongue along the underside of his cock. You can’t swallow all of him, still have a couple inches of clean flesh you just work with your hand, but Miche doesn’t seem to mind, grunting when you squeeze his base and play with his balls. 

 At some point, you raise just enough to voice a wayward thought in your head, laughing as you slur, “You know some people don’t like doing this? Like sixty-nining isn’t–isn’t that popular apparently. People say it’s too much work without enough payoff.”

 Miche turns to nip at your leg, rumbling a lazy, “Those people aren’t doin’ it the right way then,” pausing to lick a thick stripe between your folds and adding, “Don’t know what they’re missin’ out on.”

 He works you until you’re dripping onto his face, loosened by two of his thick fingers. Drool has made your chin sticky, but it’s worth it to hear his groans and feel his cock twitch in your mouth. You both hit that point of wanting more at about the same time, Miche helping you off his face and motioning toward the towel. 

 You pass it to him, opting to rinse your face with water and returning just in time to see him make himself comfortable up by the pillows, making sure the blankets are kicked to the ground so that neither of you will get tangled in them. 

 “Oh, don’t forget to turn the fan off,” he says with a nod, and you pull the chain three times then crawl to straddle his hips. 

 “Do you think we need lube?” 

 Miche’s response is to drag his fingers through your slickness once again, making you tug your lip between your teeth. 

 “Not right now, but better to keep it handy,” he smirks, licking his hand clean then lining himself up with your hole. 

 The initial inward push causes your jaw to drop, as it always does, the thickness of his cock stretching you, your gummy walls making room as he slides deeper and deeper. 

 You’re both slow to start moving. You want to feel him, of course, but you’ve learned from past mistakes—going too hard too fast—and you’d really like to not end the night with a heating pad thrown over your hips. 

 So, you rock leisurely, dull nails biting into Miche’s pecs as he strokes your back and keeps himself from bucking. 

 You can feel the tightness in your thighs, a reminder that you failed to stretch before this. The warm bath and foreplay loosened you up some, but not the way downward dog and a butterfly pose does. Everything will still feel good, you just won’t be as bendy tonight as you are on others. 

 Miche begins to bounce you gently, his knees bent behind you, giving you something to lean back on so that he doesn’t fully impale you with every thrust. You reach up to cup your tits as your body rocks up and down, but it doesn’t take long for your husband to replace your hands with his own, squeezing supple flesh and lightly pinching your hard nipples. 

 He braces himself with one arm on the mattress, pushing up toward you to mouth over your chest, leaving a trail of spit that cools quickly and makes you shiver, and then he’s pulling you down for a kiss. The angle he’s hitting inside you has you moaning into his mouth, the press of his cock against your g-spot making your eyes roll and thighs quiver. 

 A loud barking jars you out of your lusty headspace, heart stuttering in your chest as your yappy little mutt devolves into a croaky howl. 

 You stop moving, and Miche gives a couple more thrusts before he also ceases, both of you snickering at the pathetic wails. A siren can be heard in the distance, what must have gotten Remy’s attention in the first place, and you know there’s no use trying to shut the little dog up (plus you really have no right considering you’d recently kicked him out of the nest he made of your bed, how rude), so you just pick back up, panting and laughing until the howling fades into a grumble and then into nothing. 

 You’ve nearly found your rhythm again when you hear more barking outside, and you brace yourself just in time for both Remy and his much larger counterpart, Minnie, to join in, the front room turning into a cacophony of yips and snarls and thunderous bellows from the wolfhound. 

 “Jesus Christ,” Miche groans, shaking his head before focusing in on you again. “Okay, eyes on me. Ignore them.”

 “Kinda hard to ignore,” you giggle, but a sharp upward thrust pushes all the air from your lungs and most coherent thoughts from your head. 

 His cock still feels perfect nestled in your pussy, but… it’s impossible to get lost in the void of pleasure when it sounds like you own a kennel. 

 Miche keeps trying, eyebrows knitting together as he moves you on top of them, but when the barking just keeps going, he ends up calling out, “Minnie! Remy! Shut the fuck up! Papa’s trying to come!”

 You immediately dissolve into laughter, falling to the side and off his cock. Oddly enough, it seems to quiet them, but that only amuses you further, and Miche has to wait out your fit. 

 It lasts just long enough for some of your natural lubrication to dry, and you end up spreading your legs so that Miche can drizzle some water-based lube over your folds, rubbing between them and slipping fingers back inside you then using the same hand to slick himself up again.

 Still laying on your sides, he slides into you from the front, and the curve of his cock presses against that back wall inside you, not quite as pleasing as the opposite but not uncomfortable by any means. It doesn’t make you moan with each shift of your hips, though, and Miche quickly picks up on it and pulls out, maneuvering you onto your back and lifting your legs to push against your chest until you wince. 

 “Sorry,” he breathes, switching tactics and simply throwing both legs over one of his shoulders, placing a kiss on your ankle.  

 He sinks into your heat again, and it doesn’t take long for his thrusts to get sloppy as he chases his climax. He was right about it not taking a very long time just like he was right about it being a while since the two of you last fucked, and that’s okay—both parts. Truthfully, you aren’t really up for marathon sex anyway, body already growing sore in more ways than one. 

 “‘’m’gonnna come soon, is that okay?”

 “Yeah,” you nod, “Whenever you’re ready, baby, just come inside me.”

 He lets out a desperate sound, moving faster as he pistons in and out of you. You can feel his heavy balls slapping against you, damp skin on skin like a lewd and lovely soundtrack that fades into the background as Miche’s whole body goes taut and he spills into you, groaning and swearing and—

 “Ow, fuck, fuck—”

 He’s frowning, cringing, and you watch in confusion as he reaches back to his leg while still moving inside you.

 He presses two knuckles into his calf, and you notice the way his toes are spreading and spasming, a question on the tip of your tongue as he empties his load deep in your pussy. 

 “What do you mean ow?” you prompt when he stills.

 Miche grunts, still massaging his leg, cock accidentally slipping from you in the process, and you make a noise of displeasure as you remember you didn’t put the towel down underneath you. Surely, there will be a mess to clean up. 

 “I get a Charlie horse every time I come,” he tells you in a strained voice, finally breathing out a sigh of relief and relaxing as the cramp fades away. 

 Your eyes almost fall out of your head. “Every time?”

 He nods with a grimace. “Every time.”

 “Good fucking god, dude! Eat a banana!” 

 “I eat plenty of potassium, thank you,” he mouths off with a chuckle. “It’s just a thing that’s always happened.”

 You are appalled. Truly appalled. “That is awful. Why even bother coming? I feel like that would ruin it entirely.”

 Miche shrugs casually. “It’s still worth it, honestly. Especially when I get to come in this pussy,” he says while cupping your mound, dipping his fingertip into your messy hole and teasing you. “Now quit worrying about me and let me help you get off.”

 No protests there. 

 Over your time together, you’ve developed a sort of routine, something that works every time. It took some experimenting, some trial and error because your orgasms can be… tricky. It’s left you self-conscious in the past, worried your partners would get bored or frustrated after trying to make you come for thirty minutes to no avail, but Miche saw it as a challenge from the start, and you knew he was the one when he went down on you for what felt like forever before managing to pull an orgasm from you with his mouth alone. 

 He’d torn that thin line of tissue under his tongue in the process, but he’d grinned in satisfaction even through the discomfort. What a man. 

 It’s much easier to use toys now, and he’s confident enough in himself to not be too bothered by it, still involved as he fucks you with his fingers while you press a vibrator to your clit. He’s so patient, content with watching the way your face changes and your muscles contract. 

 Tonight is more of the same which isn’t disappointing in the least. Miches makes sure your feet stay covered by sheets, having learned that if they get too cold it’ll make it impossible for you to come, and once he ensures they’re safely tucked in, he starts to toy with your pussy.

 You suck in shallow breaths as stimulating vibrations make you twitch, your sloppy cunt clenching while your husband pushes his own cum in and out of you, scissoring his fingers to stretch your hole in a way that makes you feel loose and filthy. 

 One of your more mild fantasies runs like a grainy film in your mind, some exhibitionist bullshit where he fucks you in front of his friends, and as you focus on that and the feeling of his thick fingers making a mess of your hole, the beginnings of your climax set in. 

 It starts with your stomach, muscles contracting as they cave inward. Your toes grow warm, a tingling sensation traveling up your legs, and they spread even further. Arms locking into place, you realize you’ve found that sweet spot with your vibrator, your clit trapped beneath it, and fuck, you imagine him holding you open for his guy friends to see and appreciate, hear the schlick schlick schlick of his cock moving in and out of you, think about the way you’d drip and cream the way you’re doing right now, and oh god, you remember that you’re still stuffed with his cum, that he’s stirring it into your insides, and that’s what does it—that’s what makes you topple over the edge. 

 You moan loudly, hips moving on their own accord as you pull the vibrator away and let Miche fuck you through it. A line of viscous fluid is pushed from your body, but you find you’re no longer worried about the mess. 

 You huff out a quiet, “Okay, okay,” that serves as the signal for Miche to stop, and he pulls his hand away from you then leans forward to kiss your cheek before getting up and walking to the bathroom to rinse his fingers. 

 You’re left breathing heavily and nodding to nothing in particular, pussy still spasming as you bask in your high. 

 “That was good,” you hum when he returns, draping the towel over your thighs for you to use when you’re ready. “I needed that.”

 “We needed that,” he corrects, flopping down next to you. “Fuck, we needed that.”

 You can already feel that things have returned to normal. It makes this even sweeter, makes your body warm and your heart content. 

 Miche’s hand settles on your tummy, and he reminds you, “Get up and pee before you doze off.”

 Your response is nothing more than a whine because the last thing you wanna do is move from your spot on the bed.

 But, he’s right. You could probably go for a shower, too (the fucking third one today) as you have a feeling you’re quite slippery between the legs. 

 “Come with meee,” you try. 

 Miche laughs, “To pee?”

 “No,” you smack him lightly in the side. “To shower with me afterward.”

 “Legs too weak?” he teases, smirk lacing his words. 

 “Maybe a little, but I really just wanna like… be close to you for a little while longer.”

 He makes an understanding noise and sits up, urging you to do the same. 

 “Mkay. Go peepee then turn the shower on and I’ll come in.”

 The juvenile term makes you laugh, and you’re so god damn thankful that it’s so easy to do that around him, that he makes it so easy.

 Stoic in public and even around friends and family, Miche opens up when he’s with you—letting his charming, dorky self shine through. He’s mischievous and childish and goofy, and he’s your best friend. 

 You lean over for a kiss. Then another. Then another. 

 “Mm, I love you.”

 He replies by sticking his tongue out and making a fart noise. Typical. 

 “Wow, rude.”

 He smiles crookedly, making the same noise then pecking you on the lips again and finally telling you, “I love you too. Now, go pee!” 

 You scramble off the bed, towel between your legs so that you don’t drip all over the carpet, and Miche has just enough time to slap your ass before you waddle to the bathroom. 

 As soon as the door shuts, you hear the dogs start barking again followed by your husband’s frustrated, “God daaammit.”

 You love it. You love it all. Your stressful job and your silly, noisy dogs. Most of all, though, you love him. 

 Every relationship has ups and downs, you know, but even the downs seem easy with Miche simply because you never doubt him—know you’ll always pull through even stronger than before. 

 The make-up sex (if it can even be called that) is just one of many bonuses.

[wooyoblr]

once first, then again (cs, 18+)

pairing: sub!san x m!reader

overview: you are determined to make san cum on a plastic cock before he’s allowed to cum on a real one. san cries about it.

cw: smut. it’s just filth. light dom/sub, use of sex toys, begging, cock slapping, san cries a lot, anal fingering, anal sex

wc: ~1000

san is on his back, legs spread and you sit between them. you’re both hard but he knows he’s not allowed to touch you or himself. in your hands is a dildo that’s shaped perfectly to hit all the spot inside him that makes him see stars. and whine at the top of his lungs.

fingers first, you stretch him. his eyebrows are pinched together tight on his forehead, pretty lips parted and letting out soft little moans and whines of protest every time you dodge where he wants you to hit the most.

“please.” and so the begging starts early tonight. “please, please, come on.”

you pull your fingers out of him completely. you decide in that moment that he’s going to cum once before you fuck him, but only after bringing him right to the edge several times.

you trace the lubed head of the toy around his rim and he whines again. his head is thrown back and you’ve barely even done anything. you might not even last long enough to fuck him if he’s going to be moaning like a slut with just a piece of plastic inside him. you take his cock in your hand and stroke him to full hardness. his body convulses and his eyes fly open to look down at you.

“god youre so pretty, sannie. look at you, my little slut.” you slip the head of the toy inside and twist it around at the same time as twisting your wrist as you pump his cock.

“please,” he says again. “more, please, i need it.”

his thighs shake under your touch as you slide it in further, finally pressing it against his prostate and moving back and forth around that sweet spot.

“oh, oh, fuck,” he moans, arching his back and grinding down against it. “yes yes yes oh.”

you take his cock in hand again and jerk him quickly, shoving the toy in and out of him at the same pace to get him close as fast as you know how to. his abdomen spasms, legs twitching and he’s moaning so loud that you’re sure there’ll be complaints tomorrow.

“fuck fuck, yes, yes, oh god.” he’s babbling. he’s close. you drop his cock and pull the toy out of him and when he looks back down at you with his brows pulled together in confusion, you smack the head of his cock with your palm and then grip the base tightly in your fist.

“good boys don’t cum until they’re told,” you tell him. “are you going to be a good boy, sannie?”

he nods, eyes brimming with tears. “yes yes i’ll be so good, please just fuck me.”

“fuck you? you want my cock?” san nods again, most vehmently. you tut at him. “well that’s a shame, because i wasnt going to give you my cock just yet.”

“no, please, i’ll be so good, please.”

“prove to me you deserve to be fucked, sannie. you want me to fuck you properly?” you slap his dick again. “earn it. colour?”

san’s hips jerk and he whines. “g-green.”

as soon as the word is out of his mouth, you push the toy back inside his hole and angle it against his prostate immediately, moving it in tight circles against it. san’s back arches against the bed, loud whines falling from his open mouth. you grab his thigh with your free hand, nails digging into his skin. he’s quickly close again, hips jerking and stuttering even though you’re neglecting his hard cock, content to watch it bounce against his stomach while you fuck him with the toy.

“i’m gonna cum,” he tells you, and you press forward harder, suddenly bringing your palm down on the head of hid cock again twice in quick succession while moving the toy in a filthy grind against his prostate and san’s crying, face scrunched up in pleasure as he wriths and moans and cums in long stripes up his own stomach. you barely let him ride out his orgams before you’re spreading lube along your own cock and pushing into him, hardly able to keep yourself from fucking him at full speed into the bed. your hands grab at both sides of his tiny waist and you slam into him, hips hitting the backs of his thighs and you both see stars. san sobs, grapples at your shoulders and pulls you towards him as you set a fast and steady pace. he kisses you, messy and wet with tears, groaning into your mouth.

san is already hard again, the little slut, you can feel him against your stomach.

“touch yourself,” you tell him, knowing you’re not even going to last another minute. you sit back up and grip his waist tighter. his fist flies over his cock, other arm thrown back behind his head. “good boy, sannie, baby. you’ve been so good, fuck.”

“yes yes, please,” he starts rambling again. “please cum in me, i need it, i need you, i need you right fucking now.”

“cum for me, you can do it, come on.”

san does. lip caught between his teeth, he looks down at where you’re connected, watches the way your cock fucks in and out of him at just the right angle and it’s all over for him again. he whines in oversensitivity, letting go of his cock the moment it starts dribbling white and lets you fuck him through his orgasm. you drop your head, hips stuttering as you chase your own high, spotting the absolute mess he’s made of himself. he’s still talking, whining, tears flowing with no regard for the state of the sheets. your hips still flush against him and grind, hard, abusing his prostate and making his softening cock jerk as you finally cum inside him, his name slipping from your lips over and over like a chant. 

[verus-veritas]

Legacy

Revenge, Technology, Mind Transference, with a dash of unrequited love. What’s not to love? /Verus

"Dude! P-please! I'm sorry! Whatever you think I've done, it must all be a mistake!" Andew yelled, thrashing against his confinements and eyeing the only point of exit in the room. His firm muscles were wet and taut against his clothes, and his handsome face flush red with terror and worry.

"Are you really sorry though? It didn't seem like it from the way you acted during Gavin's funeral. The sneers and laughter you made as his parents said their final words to him..." I said, hiding in the shadows. Only my feet and the contours of my body was visible for him to see.

"N-no offense. I just found it funny when the parents said they wish he'd atleast gotten a girlfriend before he passed away-" The same devious sneer returned on his perfectly handsome face, as he most likely remembered the scene in his head.

"Of course you found it funny. Because you knew he was completely gay. Gay, and had a massive crush on you for ages. He literally worshipped the ground you walked on, and spent most of his waking hours wishing he could be with you." I explained, slowly walking around him as I pulled out a flimsy latex cap with electronical nodes attached to it.

"And I let him. I did no wrong." Andrew talked back. His eyes following my figure until I stood directly behind him.

"No! You lead him on, made him believe you were actually interested in him. And then you destroyed him. You are the reason he ran out of the house crying, and you are the reason he didn't see the truck speeding towards him!" My voice was shaking as I quickly slapped the cap onto his head, accidentally pulling out a few strands of his hair.

"Ouuch! Get this thing off me!" He shook his head and began thrashing about again.

"You know. He really loved you... He said he was going to make you the happiest man on earth. Showering you with gifts and undying love, and be by your side forever and ever. That's why he trusted you so wholeheartedly and let you do whatever you wanted."

"Naive..." He quietly muttered under his breath.

"He was even fine with you staring and drooling over other girls. As long as he could stay by your side."

"What a fag..." I could hear him gritting his teeth.

"But that evening when you invited him over, only to have him find you in the bedroom hooking up with a random girl... that completely ruined him. You shattered his dream, his self-confidence, and his sensitive soul! He didn't know what to do and where to go, which is why he ran straight out into the traffic..." My voice was uncontrollably going up and down now, as I was unable to hide my emotions.

"Dude only had himself to blame. He should've known I only had him around for the free stuff he bought for me." Andrew snickered, as he looked down at the expensive shorts Gavin had bought for him a few weeks prior.

"How dare you!" I tried to punch his shoulder, but knew I was too weak to do any real damage against his hard muscles.

"Y'know... it almost sounds like you had feelings for him- Wait a minute! You're that pastry white kid that always walked around with him aren't you?! Hah! 'Ghost boy' we called you!" The tone in his voice shifted - with more confidence and arrogance. Back to the way he normally talked - a manipulative bastard at heart. "I see. So you best friend Gavin never had feelings for you, and now that he's gone you blame yourself for not having stopped him."

"......" I clenched my hands till my knuckles turned white.

"Hah! Maybe you really were a horrible friend. Have you thought about that you might be the reason he's dead?" He laughed, obviously enjoying the way he was toying with my feelings.

"...you have no idea..." I mumbled, as tears began to flow down my cheeks.

"Maybe you should be the one sitting in this chair - tied up and wearing this stupid cap on your head. Hehe."

I took a deep breath and calmed myself, before walking around him once again and turning so he could see me. See the real me... one last time. "I will. Soon."

"W-what do you mean with that? And why are you also wearing that ridiculous cap?" He asked. His tone in voice once again becoming panicked and anxious.

"You see. The reason why I'm so pale is because I spend so much time at home playing with my inventions and devices. Coding is one of my favorite things to do. And for the last few months I've relentlessly been working on creating this device we're both wearing right now. It was originally only meant to be used on you, recoding the patterns in your brain into loving Gavin as much as he loved you. While also erasing all of your bad traits and turning you into his ideal boyfriend... but there's no reason for that anymore, is there? So, I upgraded it into 2.0, which can now be used with two people."

"P-pff... yeah right... and what does this new version do then?"

"It can transfer the consciousness between two human brains. Even recoding the brain into believing the new consciousness have always been in control of its own body. All the memories, habits, and even muscle memory will be easily accessible to the new permanent owner." I explained, as I began fiddling with a machine by our side. The nodes on our caps lit up.

"Permanent?! Wait a minute. Let's say all of this freaky sci-fi stuff is actually real, what's going to happen to my consciousness?" Andrew asked, as he began to get more anxious by the beeping sound of the nodes on his head.

"All gone. Overwritten by mine. Erased out of existence with no way of restoring it." I answered nonchalantly. Flicking the last switched around, the device was now ready to be activated.

"What the fuck! Then you're basically killing me?! Get me out of here, you sick freak!" He began violently thrashing against the back of the chair, and flung his head around to get the latex cap off... but to no avail.

"Am I really though? Your memories, your body, and your relationships will all still be here, under my complete control. I'm just... discarding a small part of you that's no longer necessary."

"No...no... Help! HELP! SOMEONE!! THIS CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER IS GOING TO KILL ME!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, but the soundproofed walls would do him no good.

I flicked the final switch and walked over to him as the machine began buzzing. Standing in front of him, I suddenly sat down on his lap and grabbed hold of his face. I stared into his fearful yet piercing blue eyes and slid my hands across the cheeks and contours of his face.

"This beautiful face of yours that Gavin loved, I promise I'll take good care of it and cherish it until the day I die. It's the least I can do to honor my friend Gavin." I leaned forward and gently laid a kiss on his sweaty forehead, while holding him in place as he screamed for all he was worth.

"No! Noo! NOoO-Uoogguuughhhh" His scream turned into a gurgle as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. At the same time, my eyes went white and hazy as my pastry body slumped over and fell on the cement floor. Most likely cracked open its head or something from the sound of it.

"NgOOuoouughhgguuuhh!!!" Andrew's head flung back and forth as if to fight whatever was invading his head, but it barely took a minute before the thrashing suddenly stopped and his head slumped down.

His eyes were closed, his face flushed red from exertion, and the sweat and drool pooled down onto his expensive shorts. A further five minutes of stillness and blinking nodes passed before any activity was seen.

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*Gasp*

I awoke to the cap on my head giving me a quick electric shock. In front of me laid my old withered body, lifeless and without a doubt stone dead. My throat felt dry and tired, and the ties on my arms hurt like hell. In fact, everything felt, looked, and smelt different. The smell oozing from my sweaty clothes that once smelt great now stunk in my nose. I could recall from Andrew's memories that he showered atleast twice a day. I showered atleast twice a day.

After some fiddling with the special knots in my back, I easily slipped the rope off. Massaging the sore parts on my wrist, I soon relished in how big and strong my new hands looked now. Hands who should've been holding Gavin's...

I explored further up till I reached my new bulging biceps. Squeezing them I felt how firm and taut they were. I never in a million years would have managed to get myself this big, but here I was, standing in the body of a perfect specimen. The body of the man who my friend loved, but who didn't truly love him back. If only I could've done this before Gavin died... Would he have loved me instead, or would he have hated me for what I had done? Well, atleast he would've been alive.

My focus went to my Andrew face, as I caressed the blemish-free skin and the small stubble forming on it. The face of the man I had hated for a while, the face of the man whose identity I would have to take over, and the face I would see in the mirror for as long as I breathed. It was one of the most handsome faces I've ever laid my eyes on no doubt, so I'm perfectly fine with that decision.

My hands continued to explore what was now mine; running fingers through my lush but wet hair, following the outline of my cobblestone abs, and shaking my strong and muscular legs awake from sitting too long.

Not long after I finally slipped the drool and sweat-soaked shorts off myself and watched as the tool between my legs arose to its new owner. It might not have been as long as my former one, but the very girth of it made up for it. As I enveloped it between my palms, I realized that no one had ever been as intimate with Andrew's tool as I was now, and no one would ever be. Not even Gavin would if he was somehow resurrected. Only I, Andrew would ever know how this throbbing member would feel in my own hands, the endorphins and pleasure its touch would send throughout my amazing body, and the ultimate earth-shattering orgasms I would experience as I edge myself to climax every day from now on.

The very thought of it immediately brought me to the brink of orgasm, so I quickly spread my legs apart and thrust the member fully through my grasp. It was all that was needed as I suddenly began shaking with pleasure and exploded shot after shot of Andrew seed all over the floor, myself and my former lifeless body."Ugh! Uuuugh! UUUuOOGggHH!!"

“.... Holy shit.....” I moaned, slightly shocked by the unfamiliarity of the new voice coming from my throat.

Reeling from my first ever orgasm in my new body and life, I sat back down on the chair and took a breather. I was sweaty, my crotch sticky, and my armpits stunk. Yet, I know I still looked glorious. How couldn't I? After all, I am Andrew. The man who Gavin loved, and who loved him back just as much, if not even more...

I will dedicate this new life of mine to worship and care for this body just as much as Gavin would have. His legacy, Andrew's body and life, and my consciousness have finally become one... and I promise I will carry them with pride and confidence to the grave... even if it is the only thing I will accomplish in this short insignificant life of mine.

[younghosfavewhore]

wanna experiment?

 [s]

plot; you and yuta experiment in bed. 

pairing; hard dom!yuta x sub fem!reader

warnings; MATURE CONTENT!!!, kinda angsty, edging, very smutty, rough, anal, overstimulation, slight exhibitionism, filth ngl

wc; 1.9k

"y/n” yuta calls from the kitchen. “come here.”

his tone was oddly calm, considering the argument that just ensued. it was a typical, petty argument. you got a little too touchy with the other members during an event and he lectured you for it. you explained that you’re a grown woman who can make her own decisions, but he would refute and say that you’re his. only his. arguing with yuta was a never-ending battle. there would be times you wouldn’t talk for days after an argument; trudging around the house as each of you waited for the other to apologize. and typically you’d be the one to give in first.

you walk into the kitchen, the sight of yuta hunched casually over the countertop was almost relieving. did he plan on apologizing this time?

“yes?” you say nonchalantly.

“i want to experiment.” 

“what?”

“do you know what edging is?”

“edging? as in sex?” 

“yes.”

“are you really talking about sex right now? could i at least get an apology for eariler?”

“why would i apologize because you don’t know how to control yourself?”

“what-”

“i’m not apologizing. we’re done talking about it.” he dismisses you. “do you want to experiment with me or not?”

you could hardly believe yuta’s blunt attitude. it was so disappointing, but so typical of him. if you say that you want to do this with him, what do you gain? so much pleasure, you think. no matter how much of a dick he can be, sex with him is fucking amazing, you admitted in your head. 

“answer me.” he demands.

but your pride, y/n. you go back and forth in your head. you can’t keep letting him get away with treating you like your feelings don’t matter.

“5...4...3...” he starts to countdown.

fuck.

“i’ll do it.” you finally avow.

“that’s what i figured.” he scoffs. “we’ll do it now, come on.” he grips his hand around your arm and practically drags you to the room.

he closes the door behind you, “on the bed. strip.” he commands without even glancing in your direction. he reaches into his dresser, taking out a black bag. 

you start to strip down, still watching as he fidgets with the bag. he pulls out a small storage trunk. 

“where’d i put the fucking key...” he mutters to himself. he finally gives you a glance, taking a second to admire your now-nude body. he licks his lips and goes back to raking through his dresser. 

he eventually finds the key, he opens the trunk, revealing all sorts of toys; cuffs, vibrators, dildos, some even dual-ended.

“yuta? where did you get that stuff?” your eyes widen.

he doesn’t answer, instead, dumping the trunk out, pouring out even more toys.

“yuta-” you gasp at the sight. you’d known he had a few toys, but this?

“how far do you want to go?” he asks, rooting through the toys, picking a few out of the pile.

you hesitate to answer and he turns to glare at you.

“hello? how far?” he repeats.

“i-im not sure...” you say as your eyes still scan the mound of toys in front of him.

he sighs and rolls his eyes. “safe word is ‘eleven’” he stands up, walks towards the bed and places a few toys on the dresser; a few vibrators, lube, plug, and the cuffs. “ass up.” he mutters, grabbing a condom and walking towards you.

you do as he says, flipping onto all fours and propping your ass up.

he places a hard smack on your ass, rubbing and watching it as it turns red.

“i won’t be too rough. you can’t handle it,” you took someone offense, but ultimately he was right. “but i won’t be gentle.”

he grabs one of the vibrators, a blue egg-like shape. he grabs the lube next to it, pouring it along two of his fingers. he glides his fingers around your butthole, placing another smack on your ass cheek.

“so tight... you’ve never been fucked in your ass, have you?”

you shake your head, “no...” 

“good; nice and tight. i want to be the first to stretch it.” he whispers.

he gets on his knees behind you, grabbing the lube and the silvery-pink butt plug next to it. he applies the lube to the plug, grazing it against your asshole. 

“you’re gonna stretch; it’s gonna hurt at first. ‘eleven’, remember?” you nod, you appreciated how yuta could walk you through these things, even though he’s mean to be rough, he still has that soft aura to him.

he slowly slips a finger into your asshole. the feeling was slightly unpleasant, not painful, just new. you could feel his finger plunge deeper into you, squirming as to not slip out. you whimper a bit at the new feeling. yuta moves a finger to your clit, giving it a few flicks and watching your hole clench around his digit.

“i’ll add another.” his tone sounded bored, uninterested; but his hands told a different story. his hands were busy as they explored you.

he adds another finger, slipping the slick digit into your tense hole. the discomfort began to subside, the feeling still wasn’t exactly pleasure, but you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy it. he pumps his fingers into you faster, still squirming them. you let out a slight moan when his other hand drops back to your clit, pinching the small nub between his fingers.

he grabs the blue vibrator, turns it on, and presses it against your clit. at the same time, he inserts the butt plug. the sudden stimulation shakes you and a loud moan spews from your mouth.

“not too loud, baby...” he whispers, gliding the vibrator up and down your slit.

“yuta...” you moan at the unfamiliar pleasure. he turns the vibrator up to the next setting, “f-fuck!” you exclaim.

he slowly starts to move the plug, you had nearly forgotten it was there. “you like this don’t you... when i treat you like my toy?” he smirks.

“y-yes... i love it,” he places another hard smack on your ass, causing you to lose the arch in your back, almost thrashing. “i’m close.” you whimper.

“mmm,” he grumbles, pressing the vibrator harder against your clit. 

your seconds away from your orgasm, your eyes already clamping shut. just then, he pulls the vibrator away. edging. you remember. fuck.

he chuckles when you whimper. he watches your pussy clench, obviously disappointed at the loss.

“you could barely handle that. can you take more?” he taunts, but at this point you were desperate.

you nod, the pleasure was too good to deny; and you needed more.

“flip over.” he says.

it wasn’t until now that you acknowledged the plug again. laying on your back, the plug had a new angle, which again, wasn’t exactly unpleasant. you lie face up on your back. yuta is quick to hover over you, opening your legs and placing pecks along your neck. you bring your hand up to his hair, but he moves it away. “no touching.” he says bluntly. you obey, pulling your hands to the side of your head. just as you do so, he reaches beside you and grabs the cuffs; another delight you’d forgotten about. they weren’t the fun, furry kind, instead they were solid gray in color and heavy, it made you wonder,

“are these real?” you ask as he locks them in place, setting the key on the nightstand.

he doesn’t answer, he just smirks. he drops his hands down to squeeze at your breasts. “before i forget...” he interrupts himself and reaches to the nightstand, “blindfold?” he asks, holding up a black blindfold.

you nod and he slips it over your head, covering your eyes.

his lips immediately meet your nipples, latching onto the soft flesh. you weren’t sure why, but the lack of your senses only made you want him more. his other hand toyed with your other breast, pinching and rubbing it.

the movement suddenly stops, you feel the bed dip beside you, meaning he was grabbing something off of the dresser again. “here,” he uncuffs one of your hands. he places something in your hand, it’s soft but firm; a dildo. “use this,” 

“but i can’t see...” you stammer.

“you don’t need to.” he whispers. you hear him stand up and his zipper unzipping. 

you drop the dildo down to your folds, gliding it over them and feeling your juices seep down onto the bed. you slide it into you, at the same time he turns on the vibrator, pressing it to your clit again. you wail out, your back arching upwards at the sudden rush of pleasure. he slides his fingers into your mouth.

“fuck, yu-yuta...” you groan, grinding yourself against the vibrator ever so slightly; as you grind you push the plug deeper into you; all of your wholes being filled.

“you’re so fucking sexy,” he growls. you assume that he’s finally touching himself. “so tempted to fuck you... so desperate. you want more don’t you?”

“yes,” you moan. “i need you, please..”

“fuck...” he growls, admiring the sight of you pumping the dildo in and out of you.

he rips off your blindfold and you are met with the sight of his nude body, amazing as ever. he yanks the dildo out of you, still keeping the vibrator pressed against your clit. 

he cuffs your hand and slips a finger inside of you, pumping it at an inhuman pace. you attempt to grab onto him as you near your climax but the restraints don’t allow you to.

“i’m so close, please...” he glares into your eyes.

he pulls his hands away from you, taking away his fingers as well as the vibrator. “too needy,” he grunts.

he throws the blue vibrator to the side, reaching to grab the longer, white, wand-like one from the dresser. he positions himself in front of you. he immediately thrusts into you, pressing the vibrator against your throbbing clit. you both let out lustful sounds; nothing could compare to the way yuta filled you up. you cry out his name, unable to say much more. he hovers over you, glaring down at you. his eyes were hooded and thick with lust. this look was what made sex with yuta all the better. his cock slams in and out of you, your vision blurred. the stimulation from tonight’s events all coming down at once. his pace was quick and enough to leave you breathless. his hands move down, gripping your hips and you can tell he’s close. he presses the vibrator harder against you, glaring at your face admiring how it contorts at the stimulation.

“so fuckin’ sexy...” he repeats.

his thrusts speed up and become messier, until he finally lets out that familiar snarl letting you know that he’s finally coming. he doesn’t pull out, instead emptying himself inside of you. with this, you finally release. the sensation coming over you a million times stronger than you’d expected. 

your vision goes black and white as your eyes roll back into your head. you’re not even sure what words spill out of your mouth, just filthy murmurs and whimpers. the reminder of your restricted hands and filled ass come back as you orgasm, intensifying it. the orgasm lasted long, and yuta fucked into you throughout it. this man will be the death of me. you think.

you both finally come down. yuta uncuffs you and pulls out the plug before sliding out of your oozing pussy. you both end up too weak to move another muscle, your bodies sprawl out on the bed. no words are said, until yuta finally breaks the silence.

“i’m sorry.” he smirks. “forgive me?” 

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Little did you know - Kaz Brekker/platonic! Crows x fem! reader

A/n: I don't know where this came from... It's a mess but its like- whatever I guess

Warnings: GORE, DEATH, TORTURE, questionable sanity, this could be disturbing to some people so don't say I didn't warn you!

I do not own six of crows or shadow and bone or it's characters

Summary: The Crows make a vital mistake when trying to get information not knowing that it would cost them everything...

(Gif not mine)

Her hair flows in the wind the only part of her moving the rest still as a serpent creeping up on its prey. Slowly, she starts to move forward as she spots her victims, some pretty little birdy's, just some unusually remarkable crows. If anything went right today the only thing that would be remarkable about them would be their downfall.

She almost yells out in excitement and joy when they wander right into her trap. They walk into her house - a dead merchant's house and go to loot what's left of it.

From her vantage point in the ceiling, she can see everything, from Nina's hands out ready to Matthias beside her. She sees Jesper's darting eyes and Wylan's uneasiness. Moreover, she can even see Inej Ghafa in the shadows high on alert ready to strike at any moment, just in case.

Then her eyes find Kaz and she almost kills him there and then.

He's in his normal attire and he hadn't changed his atrocious haircut either. Yet he's different still, it's the way he's holding himself. Like he feels accomplished.

And even though he has his neutral 'I'm bored' face on Y/n can see through him. She's always been able too and right now he's happy for an easy run. Not a trace of him is guilty or mourning and it's only been one week.

Now that she thinks about it there's not a trace of mourning in anyone.

Balling her hands into fits she nearly screams in agony, they thought she had died and they didn't even care. If she had any doubts before they're gone with just some simple observation.

Yet Y/n still waits and as soon as the Crows get into the trap completely she starts moving.

They had killed her loving parents who worked at a bakery, they had done nothing, nothing wrong. But now they were still six feet under, and she knew it was not just some casualties. Kaz was too precise for that.

She creeps up behind Inej and knocks her out cold before she can even cry out, Y/n catches her body before it can hit the floor and she carefully lays Inej to the said knowing she'll have to tie her up later.

Next is Jesper and Wylan.

For Jesper, she shoots him with a sleeping dart made out of a massively hard metal to control for fabricators and blinds Wylan before doing the same thing to him as well.

Taking out a bomb from Wylan's bag she sets it off. Running towards Nina and before she can use her heartrender abilities, Y/n headbutts her causing her figure to fall to the floor. Unconscious.

Matthias starts sprinting towards her but she simply grabs his shoulder and hits him on a pressure point on his neck and he's out with the rest of them.

It's funny because he taught her that manoeuvre.

"Kaz!" She yells in a shrill voice beckoning him downstairs, did he really leave his little itty bitty Crows alone? Ah, just like he did to her, what they all did to her.

The Crows and Y/n were on a mission and something went wrong, she was shot and they left her to die. She could have been easily saved but they left her and while they did that she remembers - the thing that she remembers most about that night. Kaz leaned down into her ear and said;

'Thanks for the information little snake.'

They had used her to get information, everything she had with them was fake. Everything with Kaz was fake. Every little touch, every little moment, their entire (established) relationship was fake.

"Come down Kazzy I helped you! Now you help me!" She runs up the stairs knowing that there's only one exit, the window. That was extremely high off the ground he would hopefully try to bargain with her first.

Even if he didn't Y/n had brought some rope because he would definitely break his legs at that height.

But Y/n wasn't a little snake now she was a majestic serpent that wielded the screeches of revenge in her venom.

She runs into the room with the window and there he was there in a chair in the shadows looking smug, but the serpent knew it was all just a facade - fake confidence.

Smiling at him she pulls out a second chair from a broken-down desk and places it right in front of him. 'Bang.' It's a simple sound but it echos throughout the room bouncing off the walls into the depths of madness.

"Oh Kazzy, have you come to help me?" She takes her lip in between her teeth and fake trembles.

"Have you come to save me?" Her voice is tiny and it's nothing like it used to be around him, yet he still flinches. He knows she's putting on an act but it still hurts him. And she wants to hurt him over, and over again.

"Y/n... We needed that information, lots of the Dregs' lives were on the line. There is so much more you wouldn't don't understand."

Laughing into the open she secretly pulls out a syringe from her back pocket readying it in her hand.

Instantly her voice changes from the scarce poor girl's voice to a very dark voice. Vengeance was held there and it was like burning your ears in the pits of hell listening to it. The sins and revenge sounded melodic but the torture that laid underneath was horrific.

"Really Rietveld? Did you think I would forgive so easily?"

Kaz's face morphs into surprise at hearing his real last name, Y/n jumps at the chance and she plunges the syringe deep into his neck.

"See you in hell."

___________________TIME SKIP A COUPLE OF HOURS__

All the Crows are tied up to some chairs in the secret basement of the house. The woman waits for what looks like patiently but really she's boiling with excitement.

This is going to be fun.

Finally, the last Crows wakes up and the Serpent takes out her playthings. Just a couple of knives and guns, but those were just her toys the real weapons are the emotional and mental pain she would cause everyone including herself.

"You know why you are here, don't you?" She walks around the room watching every one of The Crows' snarling faces but perhaps some of them held remorse.

Although Y/n was past their pity now. None of the damage could be undone, what's done is done. An eye for an eye.

"Nina darling, this may hurt a bit." Quicker than Jesper's sharpshooter's eye could catch she stabs Nina in the stomach as she yells out in pain Y/n twists the knife back and forth.

Matthias screams out for his lover and after what feels like an internity the serpent pulls the dagger out knowing that she'll just eventually die from blood loss.

Taking a quick look around the room she notices some of the terrified faces and how everyone is on edge. Good, just how she wants it.

"Mörd demjin," Matthias mutters under his breath and Y/n takes his throat in her hand and holds tight enough to choke him.

"Don't call me by the little nickname you gave Kazzy!" She yells furiously holding onto him tighter and tighter. His face starts to become purple and she can hear the yells and screams of the birdy's in the background.

'No! Let go! Matthias! Matthias! Let him go!'

"Any last words?" She jets out her lip before holding onto him tighter and she sees the fury of the ice in his eyes before there's nothing. His eyes roll back lifeless.

"No Matthias! Matthias!" Nina shrieks trying to desperately get out of her chair.

Rolling her eyes with a huff Y/n pulls out a gun and shoots Nina twice in the head.

"Now you're with your lover." She drawls on the word lover and turns to Inej. She didn't really want to do this but she had to cause him all the pain that she could. Even if Inej tried to stop them.

Swiftly she pulls out the knife Inej gave her and kindly kills her with a hard blow to the heart. She doesn't suffer, she just solely died, it's the only kindness the Serpent can afford to give her.

At this point, Jesper and Wylan are openly sobbing and screaming for their friends and for Y/n to please stop. But she doesn't, with blood all over her clothes she makes her path towards her next fool.

"If you were wondering why you couldn't control the bullets, Jesper." She drawls on in a monotone voice. She can see and hear Wylan screaming and it pains her but she doesn't let it show. She lets the Serpent take over or else this will never get done.

Fully becoming the Serpent Y/n places the barrel of her gun up to his heart and she just shoots, no emotion on her face whatsoever.

"A special venom of mine for Grisha. Had some fun testing it."

Going over to Wylan she quickly slits his throat not wanting the little merchling to suffer more than he already has.

She looks at Kaz blankly, he's shaking and he's beyond trying not to show any emotion. Tears are streaming down his face and he's gasping for air. Trembles roll off his body and the agony on his face pierces her hurt.

"Why?" Rietveld finally manages to rasp out. "WHY!" He screams ultimately reaching his breaking point.

"Because Kaz," She whispers in a sickeningly sweet voice lifting his chin with the tip of her pointer finger.

"Everything comes with a price." She pauses letting it sink in.

"And little did you know the price it would cost you."

And that's the story of Sankta Serpentina and Sankt Dirtyhands.

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-thedelusionreaderbitch

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[doubleleoenergy]

So Pretty

Slurp her like a smoothie, swallow don’t spit that. Ay, kitty kat, Ms. Pussycat. You been a bad kitty, I’ma spank that.

Pairing: nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, age gap kink (Reader is 18), spanking, oral (male & female receiving), daddy kink, rough sex, dirty talk

Words: 2082

Summary: You bootycall Steve when your parents are out of town and things get wild.

Notes: This is my submission for @sableseb​’s 1.5K Lyric Challenge Celebration. The lyric I chose was “You been a bad kitty, Imma spank that” - So Pretty by Reyanna Maria ft Tyga. Also I apologize for this, I am a whore for nomad!Steve and all his deepest darkest fantasies.

It was almost 1:30am and y/n couldn’t sleep, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram to pass the time. Her parents had left on an early flight that morning to Cancun for their special twentieth anniversary celebration, leaving y/n at home alone for the entire weekend. 

She didn’t mind being by herself in her family’s estate, she preferred it, but there was an itch she hadn’t quite been able to scratch all day. And by itch that meant her insatiable horniness. Ever since her sexual awakening earlier that year all she could think about was sex. And luckily, her virginity had been taken by none other than Captain fucking America himself. Well, he didn’t really go by that anymore, given the events that had unfolded with the Sokovia Accords. At this point he was just Steve, laying low to ensure that no one would find out his location.

They had met completely by accident at a dingy bar downtown. One of y/n’s best friends had heard from her older sister how the bartenders there were never able to tell the difference between real and fake IDs, and so that’s how y/n ended up at the bar that night. 

She had turned eighteen that summer and had just started her first year at college, the two wanting to celebrate with a few drinks. Y/N had just ordered her first mojito of the evening when she saw him. He was sitting a few seats down from her on the padded bar stool, nursing the beer in front of him. When he heard the girls approach, their smiles flashing brightly as they handed over their fakes to the clueless bartender, Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

Y/N’s friend had gone to the bathroom, leaving y/n alone to wait for her drinks at the bar.

“You’re not that great an actress.” Steve commented, his stare trained on y/n.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, furrowing her brows at him, pretending as if he was talking in a language she didn’t quite understand. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Steve slid his beer two seats down, moving so he was now sitting right beside her. He can smell the remnants of her spearmint gum on her lips. He leans into her ear, his voice lowering an octave.

“You’re not 21, you’re barely eighteen. I can practically smell your virgin pussy from here.”

And not long after that comment her dress was crumpled around her waist as she was getting railed in the bathroom sink of the men’s room. Her virginity was taken by a man she barely knew, and he took pleasure in every second of making her his personal fuck-toy.

Just the thought of their first encounter had her pussy throbbing, her finger clicking on the message app on her phone with a cheeky smile on her face.

Y/N: Come over, my parents are out of town 😘

Daddy 💋: What are you offering? 👀

Y/N: My kitty needs your attention 🐱

Daddy: Unlock the front door, be ready in 20

Y/N smiled at his text, her stomach flip flopping as she rushed downstairs to unlock the door, running quickly back up them and into her closet to find something more appropriate to wear. She had just been relaxing all day at home, donning a pair of black sweats and an old band tee. Running her fingers along the fabrics in her closet, she finally decided on her lacy black bodysuit that hugged her curves and pulled her tits in tight against her chest.

She knew exactly how he liked her when he came to visit: face down, ass up, and back arched, revealing her pretty kitty for him. Y/N got into position, hearing the click of the door opening and shutting five minutes later, his loud footsteps echoing up the stairs. Her pussy tightened as she heard his steps headed down the hallway towards her room, her heart racing in anticipation.

“There’s my pretty girl.” Steve’s eyes enveloped the sight of her ready for him, the lace accentuating her body perfectly. “And I see you remembered to listen to orders, that’s a good girl.”

He walked achingly slow towards the bed, crouching down behind her to examine her glistening folds. Steve swiped a finger against them, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. “God you’re so fucking wet, have you been like this all day? Couldn’t wait another minute so you had to text me late at night? Wanted to be stuffed with my fat cock before you go to sleep?” The words turn her on even further, bucking her ass back towards him to receive some form of friction.

“Now, now, pretty girl. You know how this works, use your words.” Y/N mewled on the bed, her eyes fluttering as she wiggled her ass back and forth for him. “Please daddy, want you to play with my pussy.” Steve’s chest swells with pride at her words, his cock already hard as a rock in his jeans. He moves his two pointer fingers, one on each side of her folds, spreading them apart to inspect her tight heat even further.

“So pretty, baby. Your pussy is just begging to be played with. Gonna eat you out real nice before you get fucked on daddy’s cock.” He leans closer to her cunt, licking a strip from her clit to her asshole, groaning at how her pussy juices taste on his tongue. He holds her pussy open further, spitting directly into her hole before diving his tongue in to lick inside of her. Y/N is letting out pornographic moans as his tongue swirls inside of her, her head lulling to the side against the bed.

“You taste delicious, be a good girl for me and push back on my tongue, want you to ride my face before daddy abuses your cunt with his cock.” He barely gets a chance to breathe before he’s diving back in, his thick beard getting soaked with her juices as she pushes her pussy back into his face, sitting back on it and fucking herself onto his tongue. The hair of his beard is tickling her clit which each thrust back, the familiar feeling pooling in the pit of her stomach.

“Fuck, daddy, feels so good, can I cum please?” Steve shakes his head against her, giving her a non-verbal okay as she spasms on his tongue, his big hands gripping her ass and holding her steady on his mouth, lapping up all the sweetness she had to offer. Y/N slowly comes back down from her high, panting as Steve pulls his head back from her, his beard coated in her slick.

“You did so good for me, baby.” He moves to stand behind her ass, throwing off his shirt, unbuttoning his jeans and stepping out of them and his boxers, his cock springing free against his chest. He strokes it languidly, his hand coming up and slapping against her bare ass-cheek, a soft cry leaving y/n’s lips from the sting.

“Turn around, be a good girl and get daddy’s cock nice and wet for your tight cunt.” Steve purrs, watching as y/n turns around to face him on her hands and knees, waiting at the edge of the bed and instinctively opening her mouth. Steve steps closer, rubbing his cock against her mouth, precum smearing on her bottom lip before he slowly pushes inside her mouth.

His hands move to grab onto her hair, holding his fistfuls up like the reigns on a horse, the perfect grips as he slides all the way inside, bottoming out at the back of her throat and watching as she gags trying to hold him there.

“C’mon, baby, I know you can take it.” Steve states, pulling his hips back so that his cock is on the edge of her bottom lip before slamming back in again, cutting off y/n’s air supply. He continues his movements back and forth, tears flowing from y/n’s eyes as she tries to relax her throat for him. One move forward has her choking hard, pulling off of him with a sputter, saliva running down her chin to her chest. She coughed a few times, Steve’s eyes growing dark as he tugs a fistful of her hair, making him look up at her.

“Did I say you could pull off my cock?” He asked, his erection bouncing in front of her face. Y/N shook her head, eyes wide and her mascara smeared from her tears. 

“N-No daddy.” Y/N stammered, her pussy clenching. “It was too deep daddy; I couldn’t take it.”

Steve’s face flashed fake sadness, his fingers trailing over the skin of her ass.

“You’ve been a bad kitty, I’ma spank that.” His hand moves off her and returns fiercely, popping her hard on her ass, y/n twitching from the contact. He spanks her one, two, three times before his hand rubs against her skin, watching the red indents from his fingers appearing on her skin.

“Now, do you think you can be a good girl for daddy again?” Y/N sniffles, wiping some of the tears that are streaming down her face, nodding her head eagerly.

“Yes daddy, just want to be your good girl.” She choked out, batting her long eyelashes at him. Steve walks over to the side of the bed, moving to rest his back against the headboard, sitting up with his cock in his hand. “Well then, come ride daddy’s cock and show me just how good you can be.”

Y/N turns around on the bed, crawling until she’s hovering over Steve’s thighs, lining up his cock with folds and swallowing down a lump in her throat. She slowly seats herself with his cock inside her, waiting as she adjusted to each inch before continuing to push down until she felt her thighs touch his chest. His big hands instinctively grab at her hips, holding her up as she starts to bounce on his cock.

His eyes stay glued to her chest as her tits bounce in the black lace, her nipples hardened against the fabric there. She’s moving up and down, her face completely fucked out in bliss, moans escaping with each push down onto his cock. 

“Daddy, please can I cum? Please!” She whines, her pussy leaking. His hands roughly pull her hips to him, a satisfied smile spreading on his face as she’s coming undone above him.

“Yes baby, cum on my cock, make a mess for daddy.” Y/N bounces down one more time before she stills, her walls milking his cock as she cums for a second time.

“God, you’re still so tight, you’d think that with all the abuse I give to your cunt that you wouldn’t be. You feel just like you did the day I took your virginity.” Her body lulls above him and Steve moves to push her back against the bed, pulling his cock out before slamming it back into her, holding her up by the back of her neck.

“You’re so fucked out, aren’t you? You came twice already; think you can give me a third?” Y/N mumbles something, her eyes blinking as stars form in her vision again, cumming for the third time with his cock deep inside of her. 

“That’s a good girl, look at you going all stupid on my cock. Haven’t let anyone else fuck this pussy since you met daddy, huh? I’m the one who owns your dumb holes.” Y/N whines below him, her body dragging back against the comforter with each of his thrusts.

“You like that idea, don’t you baby? Owning you and never letting another man touch you, ruining your holes forever.” He quickened his pace inside of her, his orgasm building. “Bet you’d let me stick my fat cock in your ass too, watch your dumb baby brain switch off when I fill your ass full of my cum.” Steve shakes her head gently for her to make eye contact with him, holding her stare as his breathing becomes ragged.

“Gonna fill up this pussy baby.” He announces, his hips stuttering to a halt as he paints her walls with his cum, letting his cum completely unload inside of her before pulling out slowly, watching as his cum and hers starts to leak out of her pussy onto the bed.

Steve leans over the bed and tosses his shirt at her, a devilish smile on his lips. “Clean up your mess, I’m not done with you tonight.”

 Tagging those who may be interested: @serendipityrogers, @fuckandfluff, @blackwiddows​, @my-divine-death​ @turtoix

[vampirelair]

Good Boy Gone Bad

How I was hypnotized, raped and turned into a vampire.

I didn’t even notice until my workout buddy Kyle told me. There was this guy at the gym who I ran into almost every week, just one of these random people you see regularly. But Kyle noticed that he started to work out at the stations near us more and more. Also, it seemed to me, that everytime I spotted him from the corner of my eye, he disappeared around a corner the moment after. Maybe next time he’s around, I’ll talk to Kyle about my girlfriend so that he can hear us, just to make sure the stranger knew I was straight and would back off.

And then there he was. Right in front of my house when I pulled over with my bike. I was sweating because it was quite a warm summer night. But before I could approach the stranger and tell him to get the hell out of here, I started to feel this weird feeling. The moment our eyes met, I felt numb and aroused at the same time. I couldn’t look nor walk away. The stranger approached me, not even blinking once. Losing strength in my hands I dropped my bike on the floor.

»Hi.«

»Hi.«

»Wanna invite me in?«

»Sure.«

Why did I say that? Why would I invite this creepy stranger to my place? It didn’t make any sense, but I just blurted it out, intuitively. It just felt right. We went inside and just outside the door of my flat the stranger asked again. »Can I come in?«. Only this time, I kept thinking for a moment. I could have said no, but there was something about the stranger that interested me. I could always send him away later, right? So I said yes, come in.

»I’ve been watching you.«

»I noticed that.«

»You are special. I wanted to meet you.«

»I’m not ga…«

»Shut up.«

And I did. I couldn’t say another word. Slowly, the stranger came closer to me and kissed me very gently on the lips. A rush of adrenaline shot through my body, my dick hardened in my biking pants. What was happening? Like a highly addictive drug, I wanted more. But before I could kiss the stranger back, I felt two hands turning my head to the side and the stranger licked my neck from the shoulder to the ear. Another rush of adrenaline went through my body, from the part of my neck that the stranger licked to my shoulders, my chest, my dick, my arms and my legs.

»Do you like that? Tell me.«

»Yes.« – I was able to talk again.

»Good. You want more?«

»Yes, please!“

The stranger ripped off both of our shirts, we kicked our shoes away and with an amazingly elegant sway move to the side I suddenly lay in the stranger’s strong left arm while he pulled my pants off my body with his right arm. The strength of the stranger was so impressive, I felt the urge of caressing every inch of his body. And what a perfect body it was, beautiful pecs and arms and legs, the perfect amount of hair. The stranger was everything I was working out for at the gym. I just had to touch and kiss all of it. I sucked the nipples of his hard pecs, grabed each and every muscle and kneaded it and that’s when the stranger smiled for the first time. Not only smiled, he laughed. Was he laughing because he was able to seduce a straight boy like me? I didn’t care. I just needed to experience that amazing body.

There was only one part left I didn’t touch yet. So I went down on my knees, looking the stranger in his hypnotizingly beautiful eyes, licking his huge boner from the balls to the tip, not breaking eye contact. I never even touched another guy’s dick before but it felt like the most natural thing to do in this very moment. So I started sucking it like my girlfriend uses to suck my dick. Only this time I wasn’t touching my own pecs and abs but the ones of the stranger. And not only the pecs and abs but also his huge thighs, his ass and his strong arms… I wanted to taste his juice but I also didn’t want it to be over yet. That’s when I noticed my own huge boner. I moved my hand down to start jerking off but that’s when the stranger pulled my arm away, grabbed me by the neck and held me up so that my feet were dangling in the air. I thought this was it, now I was being choked to death but the stranger just said in an angry voice »Don’t. You are mine.« and tossed me on my bed.

I landed flat on my stomach and before I could even move a bit I felt the stranger’s scrubby beard on my ass cheeks and his tongue up my ass. It was a feeling of sensation I never felt before and it felt better than anything I ever experienced. Once again, a rush of adrenaline shot through my body, now even more intense than before. I felt it up my ass and all inside my stomach and chest, my dick grew even harder and I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. The stranger on the other hand seemed to be infuriated and growled and snarled while the licking of my asshole became more and more a devouring.

Finally, he needed to take a breath and stopped for a moment. I heard an evil laugh and his tongue moved up my back up to my neck. I knew what was happening next. He would put his huge dick up my ass and it would hurt. And boy, it did. He was in a frenzy and he was brutal. He just shoved it in, I screamed, and he began pounding my ass real hard. Right from the start. It hurt so bad, i had to bite my pillow, the screaming turned into loud, painful moans. The stranger did not have any mercy but instead kept going faster. To my surprise, the pain was slowly replaced by that rush of adrenaline again. The stranger licked my neck again, put his arms under my chest and held my torso by the shoulders with his hands. I was his toy and he used his strong arms to really push his dick up my ass or rather push my body back and forth.

After a while, the growling of the stranger turned into a lustful scream and he bit me in the neck. I couldn’t believe it, this hunk was giving me a hickie? It really hurt, though, and he kept sucking my neck for quite a while but the feeling of his dick up my ass was distracting me from it. Then he let go and in another graceful, swift move he turned me around with his dick still inside me. And then I saw. The stranger indeed bit me and there was blood running down his chin, dripping on his sweaty chest and on my abs. Another lustful scream revealed the truth about him. I saw his fangs. And that’s when it dawned on me. I was being seduced – or maybe even hypnotized – and raped by a vampire.

He kept on pounding my ass, holding my legs, getting wilder and wilder and I knew I was at his mercy. Resistance was futile. I was going to die that night. Unless…

»Turn me.«, I said.

Without even the slightest reaction on his face, the vampire just grabbed my neck again, choking me, pulling me up and whispering in my ear: »Beg.«

To my surprise, he started sucking my rock hard cock while still being inside of me. I grabbed his arms and started begging. This was my last resort. »Please… turn me… Make me a vampire… I will serve you… Please…« He let me beg for quite a while and I was getting weaker and weaker. I forgot about the bite in my neck. I was bleeding to death.

Just before I almost passed out he stopped sucking my dick, which was surprisingly still hard, bit his own wrist and held it to my mouth while getting back to sucking my dick again himself. Without hesitation, i grabbed his arm and sucked as much blood out of his wrist as possible. The moment his satanic blood touched my lips I felt the rush of adrenaline again, a powerful force was taking over my body and all of a sudden I shot a huge load into the vampire’s mouth. I was shaking, still trying to get as much blood as possible, my dick not stopping to shoot my load up the vampire’s throat who enjoyed every bit of it. He swallowed every drop and when I was literally sucked dry he rose up again, a big satisfied but evil grin in his face, thumping his dick in my ass as hard as he could and with an incredible loud howl he came inside me. Every shot felt like fire burning inside of me and just after some seconds I was gone.

–

I woke like from a nightmare. I sat upright in my bed, sweating, panicking, confused. To my surprise, the vampire was still there, waiting patiently right next to my hard dick. I fell back into the bed and once again I came and the vampire swallowed every bit of it. But this time, I came for almost a minute. I learned later that it was my transitioning body getting rid of the last bit of mortal bodily fluids. Since cum is also an essence of life – even more powerful than blood – the vampire was eager of drinking every bit of it.

Another surprise in this night of surprises was that Kyle was here. He was just standing there, in the middle of the room, naked, his empty gaze staring at the empty wall. The vampire saw the confused look on my face and told me. I was not a vampire yet. I was transitioning. I had his evil seed inside me and now I had to choose: do I really want to turn into a creature of the night, or do I let the seed kill me from within. All I needed to do, was to take a sip of mortal blood. In that moment, I still had friendly feeling towards Kyle. But I made up my mind. I was not going to die that young. The vampire helped me up. I was weak, I could barely stand. He carried me over to Kyle and I held myself up on Kyle’s strong shoulders. With a snap of his fingers, the vampire woke Kyle up. He didn’t panic but just looked me in the eyes.

»Hey. Why am I here? What’s happening?«

»I’m sorry Kyle. I need a small favor from you…«

The vampire produced a little shaving blade from behind Kyle’s back and slit a very small cut into his neck. Kyle hissed and I felt a strong force within me that drew me towards the little wound. I grabbed Kyle’s hair and tilted his head so that his neck was beautifully exposed and kissed him on the now strongly bleeding spot. The moment my lips touched his blood the force within me seemed to explode, filling me with strength and energy and I felt all the muscles of my body tensing up and my teeth sinking brutally deep into the flesh of his neck. The feeling of my teeth in his neck felt like penetrating somebody with my dick. I held Kyle tight and sucked the blood out of him, growing stronger with every sip I took. I felt my muscles growing and I even grew an inch or two taller. I lost control and wanted to suck my friend dry at that moment but my master stopped me. He held me up by my throat again and with his other arm he made Kyle drink his vampire blood. Kyle’s wound healed in a heartbeat and he just fell down on the bed.

My master saved my friend. But I was in a frenzy, I wanted more blood, I wanted to shove my dick up my friend’s cute ass, I wanted to fuck and bite him senseless. But my master turned me around, held my arms behind my back and made me look at myself in the mirror. I was huge, I was transformed into a man I thought I couldn’t be however hard I trained. Blood was running down my chin and my chest and I needed some moments to calm down. I was a vampire now. And no matter how much I feed and fuck, I am always hungry and horny for more.

–

Kyle and I are still friends. Of course, he doesn’t know that I’m a vampire. My master hypnotized him and made him forget after what happened. But I still go to the gym with him – even though I don’t need to with my supernatural strength – and suck his dick. I found out that he’s bi-curious and always dreamed of having his dick sucked by me. Also, I enjoy freaking him out with my fangs from time to time and rape and bite him. I always make him forget afterwards, but I grew quite fond of him.

My master is giving me the freedom to fuck and feed on whoever I want. Which I do. Daily. But he will always have the power to summon me, which he does from time to time to celebrate group biting parties or the siring of a new slave together. I do not have permission to sire someone yet, but I am looking forward to the day. My master gave me the most incredibly siring ever and I can’t wait to pass it on to another deserving mortal.

–

vampire lair

[spikesbimbo]

Say Please

Summary:  Dilf Daddy Spikes rest stop

Paring: Spike Spiegel x Reader

Tags: oral sex, spit kink, age gap, smoke kink, bimbo gf

wc: 2.3k

a/n: for my daddy, my superhero yes i said it was was coming out in a few days, but i did it today bc dilf spike was the only thing on my mind.

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“Fuck.” 

You turned and saw him mumbling curses walking through the door. His messy hair, messier now than when he left. Specks of grey flicked in there, wanting to run your fingers though it, so soft you thought.

“You okay?” you asked, eyes bigger as you watched him walk towards the couch, laying one of his guns down on the table.

“No baby, c'mere.'' he said, dragging you into his lap, playing with the hem of your mini skirt barely covering the swell of your ass. His hands resting on it, sneaking his fingers up there, making their way under the strap of your panties.

You were his warmth in the cold vastness of space. Relaxing whenever he was around you, being the only thing he would look forward to coming back to. Not the annoying kids and women he had to deal with daily, their attitudes nothing compared to yours, his sweet angel.

You looked up at him, seeing the stubble grow as he'd been gone for a day and a half, not caring about taking care of himself. Which you took into your own hands, wanting to treat him the way he deserved. Him being the only reason you were alive.

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After saving you, you instantly fell for him, shyly flirting with him, until one night the tension got too high and yall fucked.

Waking up in the morning seeing he didn't care, you just went on about your day until it turned night again as he knocked on your door. Remembering him saying “you sure” before placing his lips on yours, immediately picking you up and taking you to his room, almost tripping over the dog how fast he was walking. God damn he hated that dog.

And after this it happened a few more times. Then one day you confessed your love for him after drinking too much, you crying as he watched the scene unfold before leaving the ship. Leaving you to cry even more, worried that he was going to get rid of you like they did, worried that he left his gun.

He left his gun, yes. He was so shocked he just left, face unfazed but his mind was racing. Did you say that because you were drunk? Because he's the only man you've ever been with, the only man that hasn't treated you like shit.

He came back to you lying on the couch, eyes red and closed asleep with the dog cuddled in your arms. Curled up like a baby, knowing you were cold, so he went and got a blanket. Laying it on you while sitting next to you, looking intensely at your pretty face wondering if what you said was true.

You, a pretty young thing with a life ahead of her, with him? An old man that was a bounty hunter for a living?

You stumbled in your sleep, feeling right next to you, being a light sleeper after what happened to you. Opening your swollen eyes faintly seeing his hand resting on you. Quickly trying to get up stumbling, the effects of the alcohol not wavering yet, but luckily he was there to catch you. Your hands started shaking along with your eyes starting to water again. “M-sor-” 

He pulled you in, his lips touching yours, placing his big warm hand on the back of your head. Holding it gently as he pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his other arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. 

You confirming that you actually had feelings for him while he pulled you into his arms, kissing you on the top of your head while mumbling out how he was sorry for just leaving like that. 

“Im not going anywhere doll.”

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“God damn, I got a headache” He said, pulling the cigarettes out of his pocket, wanting the stress to be gone completely as he adjusted you in his lap so he could do so. Wrapping his arm tight around your waist, fingers gripping onto that tiny shirt you were wearing, exposing your cleavage right in his face. 

Your eyes still so innocent as he kissed you again, lightly but passionately as he turned you to face him completely. Chest to chest while he lit the cigarette between his fingers, using you as a shield from the air flowing.

“Spike...”  you said just loud enough for him to hear, dragging your fingers down his chest looking down as you waited for his response.

“Hmm?” he said, placing his hands on your hips, resting the cigarette between his index and finger. Blowing out the smoke as he moved his head down under to look up at your hidden face.

Your body grew with heat as you could feel his bulge under your panties, internally thinking that maybe you should've worn pants, but you didn't have any. All you had were the skirts he bought you.

“Hmm baby?” he said again, his hand free of the cigarette moving up to your throat, gently grabbing the base of it to force you to look at him. “You wanna take care of me? Like you always do?”

You nodded, body itching to move as your white cotton panties grew clearer with each touch. Yes you babied him, but he took care of you. You couldn't do anything on your own, not knowing how to read, write, even cook. 

But you were trying; studying while he was gone with the books he ‘borrowed’, and making dinner every night. At least trying, the only thing you were good at was cheese bread, but luckily he would eat anything.

“What a sweetheart, such a good girl.” he cooed, taking a puff from the snout. Dick growing harder by the second as he thought about the last time you ‘helped’ him out. He took his lips off blowing the smoke in your face, just how he knew you liked it. “Not like these other bitches, no ... I got me an angel.”

You got off his lap, he fingers slowly being dragged away as you tried to hold back your smile. You loved making him feel good, it being the only thing you were truly good at, but you had no shame. Some people were gifted in different things, yours was making your man feel good.

“Woah baby, can't see everywhere at once.”  he teased, watching you strip for him. Taking off that top exposing your bare chest, pulling down your soaked panties clinging to your thighs. Eyes looking all over your figure as you were only in that oh so tiny skirt now, being pushed up to just cover your aching cunt, so embarrassing.

You got on your knees, already palming his crotch, head resting on his thigh as you waited for him to tell you if it was okay. Mouth already watering at the thought of gagging on him, the thought of him fucking your face, then maybe you.

“off.” you whined as he stroked your head, hand under your chin; looking at you intensely, eyes not leaving you once as you pulled his pants down freeing his erection. 

It slapping him against his stomach, hard as could be, so neglected. But it's okay, you were here to relax him, ease him, make him feel the best he ever has.

“Open up” he said, tensing his jaw. His fingers spreading your lips letting themselves in before  he let his spit fall into yours. A string of droll connecting you two. Pulling back and watching his mix with yours on your tongue, letting it drool in your mouth, before he leaned back, giving the okay.

You turned your attention to his cock, so hard and pretty. The vein on the underside begging to be touched, the tip so fat that you couldn't take it anymore. 

You let your tongue hang out, your spit dripping onto the head before connecting your lips to it. Kissing all over it, sucking it like a lollipop while moving your hands to play with his balls, wanting to get him real worked up.

“So pretty.” you mumbled out, kissing on its side before taking it in your mouth, its fat heavy weight resting on your tongue. His downturned eyes looking at you take him whole, groaning at the feeling of the warmth surrounding his cock. Moving himself up to see you better, wanting to imprint this pretty picture in his memory.

His sweet baby with his balls at her chin, eyes watering in pleasure, so precious. His shoulders still tense as he wrapped his hand around your head once again.

“You mind doll?” he asked as if you could respond. You did your best to shake your head with his fat cock stretching your mouth out, wanting him to use you, loving it. 

Loving when he tied you up and fucked you like some street whore, loving it when he woke you up in the middle of the night to ride him because his dick was hard. You loved it, loved being his toy.

His hand encompassing your whole head within it started pushing your head back and forth, starting slowly even though you could take it. At first you couldn't even fit it in your mouth, choking on it after the tip was in, but after a lot of practice and praise you were an expert at this, even deeper throating him with no prep.

“Fuck, baby… you’re mouth is so good. Such a little hole for me to use” he said, gripping the back of your neck, using it to control your movements, bobbing your head faster while you whimpered at the feeling of his tip in the back of your throat.

“You like that? You like me telling you how well you take my cock in that cute little mouth of yours, huh?”

His words made you whimper again, his cock throbbing at the vibrations. Your eyes gleaming up at him, looking at him pleadingly. The salty taste of pre-cum and the ache of your jaw was addicting, too addicting.

He saw the fat tears getting ready to fall onto your eyelashes and felt an emptiness of heat fuse in his stomach. His angel was so perfect, so good and submissive for him. He felt his balls start to swell as his body tensed up to orgasm, ready to blow.

“I’m gonna cum, doll. Im close… fuck. You feel so tight. You gonna swallow it all, sweetheart or you want me to pull out? You gave him the look you always did, just wanting his cum, not caring how you got it. Him immediately understanding. “You gonna be my good girl?”

His cock so hot now that was taking up all the room in your mouth and was starting to twitch and throb. You used your tongue, licking against the underside vein and closed your lips of the way back, pulling in your cheeks like he taught you

“Ah… fuck. I’m cumming, fuck baby. Fuck”

You felt the hot cum reach the back of your throat choking on it, some of the cum spilling out the sides with his cock still on your mouth  as he pulled out and let the remaining cum be painted on your face. “Bang.”  he muttered under his breath.

You kept everything in your mouth, holding back the urge to cough, wanting to show it to him proudly. Your cheeks puffy as he came down from his high admiring your appliance, eyes meeting yours, as he took your jaw in between his fingers opening your mouth to see for himself. Knowing you loved his approval.

“Such a good girl… letting me cum all over you, wherever I want. What a pretty girl.”

He squished your cheeks, making some of it fall out to your protest. Kissing you for being so irresistible, his thumb tracing your lips after, his saliva and cum staining them prettily.

“Swallow angel.”

He peeked down after you moaned, seeing your thighs reflecting off the lamp so soaked and messy, leaving a wet spot underneath you. Your legs shaking as his cock grew harder again at the sight.

“I got you, baby. I’m gonna you feel good, gonna make it all feel better. ”