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hollandsmushroom · 3 years ago

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Okay well this is me requesting the bench press fix blurb whatever it is lol, I don’t mind if there’s no smut, up to you and how you feel while writing it, thanks!

Both Fucking Bench Press || T.H.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, 69, filthy, cum eating(obvi), oral both fem and masc receiving

Word Count: 1650

A/n: Third installment of my accidental series about Y/n and readers at home gym debauchery, I don't know how this came to be but you guys seemed to love it so I hope you like this one just as well. It isn't necessary to read these but this is part 1 and 2: Mouth Fucking Pushups Mother Fucking Squats

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At this point you and Tom should have learned that you are incapable of working out together, it was always gonna end up with pants on the floor and cum smeared faces but you let that slip your mind as you both made your way down to the in home gym, preparing for your respective workout routines. You knew it wasn’t going to end with you both having completed your planned activities but you also knew that it was going to end with you having had some form of work out, a much more pleasurable one than you had mapped out.

You wished that you could have held out longer than you did, laying on the floor trying to focus more on the burn in your abs than the soft grunts of exertion that were leaving Tom’s perfect lips but your attempts were useless, back falling onto the padded floor one final time and bending your neck backwards, catching a glimpse of Tom over your shoulder, your eyes able to see directly up the leg of his loose fitting workout shorts. You could see all the way to the swell of his peachy bum and where the hair on his legs got thicker as it hit around the base of his dick. Your mind wandered as you noted this, why wasn’t he wearing boxers?

You pushed up from where you had lain, standing up and moving towards Tom, swinging one leg over his waist and bracketing Tom’s hips with your knees, your cunt hovering just above his apparently already hard cock. Tom’s eyes widened at your sudden presence but didn’t question it, racking up the bar and eyeing your finger as it scratched its way down his chest tantalizingly slow. His sore hand grabbed your wrist gently, bringing it to his lips and placing a soft kiss to the flesh just over where he could feel your heartbeat.

“What are you doing, love?” Tom muttered, eyes you through the shade of his interwoven lashes.

“Wondering” your response was short, prompting a raised eyebrow and a nip at your skin.

“What are you wondering?” you shook your hand free of Tom’s gentle grip, going to squeeze his flexed muscle as you leaned forward, lips dancing like a flame near his own as you uttered your inquiry.

“Could my superhero boyfriend bench press me?” your eyes were locked with his as you spoke but flickered downwards as finished, watching how his lip became entrapped between his teeth, a wicked grin over taking his face as his hands trailed down your sides, gripping into your hips and picking you up. Tom’s biceps flexed deliciously as he hoisted you up above him, pressing you up so your abdomen was above his face, shirt loosening and exposing the sweaty skin to his eager eyes. He had been watching you, you just didn’t realize, like before when he had placed himself between your legs and the moment devolved in your cunt smearing across his face.

“He most definitely can” Tom growled, unlocking the joint of his elbow and letting you lower towards his face, your legs straightened out so you didn’t fall off of his flattened palms as he pressed you back up again.

“Holy fuck” the words slipped past you lips on instinct, in pure awe of your partners strength, the exhibition of his power sending a heat to the plush between your legs, hieghtening the sensation of your heartbeat in you finger tips as you held them out, head ducked down to be able to witness the strain and tensing of Tom’s bicep, loving how if moved under his taught tan skin.

“Holy fuck is right” Tom uttered and you heard the swish of his unfitted workout shorts, drawing your eyes to the prominent bulge that laid beneath the breathable fabric, bringing your mind back to the glimpse of him that you saw earlier from your position of the floor.

“You’re hard” you didn’t realize the words were coming out of your mouth until you heard Tom chuckle, legs shifting with anticipation and need.

“Uh, yeah, I um, yeah” Tom choked on his words, the rare spark of anxiety burning in his chest as if you hadn’t rode his face and he hadn’t fucked your mouth in the last month.

“I’m soaking” you muttered in assurance, an appeal to help douse the flame of insecurity that your boyfriend seemed to be fueling and it seemed to snap him right out of it, his eyes widening immediately.

“Yeah?” the tone of his voice had completely changed, and shred of doubt dissipating entirely as he twisted your body above his, spinning you like a baton as if it was the easiest thing in the world ceasing as your bodies laid parallel, pointing in opposite directions. “Let me see” the sly syllables trailed past his lips as he brought you down, your knees instinctively bending and resting on the work out bench so that your knees bracketed Tom’s face.

Tom’s cock was in your face, trapped beneath the constraining fabric of his shorts, an alluring sight that had your mouth watering instantly. You pressed one hand into the cushioned bench, using your other hand to cup his cock, his length practically jumped at your touch. A shiver etched its way down your spine as Tom’s fingers curled into the hem of your pants, tugging down at the tight fabric, your panties coming with, as he exposed your core to himself, and your description was apt, you were soaking.

“Fuck, baby, you’re not just soaking your dripping” his hands massaged yoru ass cheeks as he pulled you down close to his facd, close enough that his tongue was able to swipe through your folds and gather your arousal in his tongue, the taste earning a hum from the depths of his chest. A strangled moan escaped your mouth and Tom joined in, the sensation forcing your hand to tighten around his hard on.

“Tommy, are we-” you stopped, choking on the fact that Tom’s lips were now wrapped around your bundle of nerves, sucking as he let kitten licks press through his pout. “Are we going to do this?” you were finally able to get out, your hand shaking as pleasure coursed through your veins, fingers slipping underneath the fabric and near Tom’s heated cock, pulling down the waistband till it was resting beneath Tom’s balls.

“I thought we already were,” he mumbled, his face still buried in your cunt as he traced your folds with the flexed tip of his tongue. You smiled widely as you listened to Tom’s words, leaning down and taking Tom’s leaking tip into your mouth, the salty taste of precum blooming across your taste buds as you began to suck intently. Your actions made Tom moan loudly into your cunt, jaw opening wide and sending the humming sensation through your cunt. His cock was heavy on your tongue, the weightiness of emboldened and libido flushed flesh. You were both devolving into moaning messes, spit and arousal dripping mouth and cunt alike, an exchange of the most animalistic kind, and it was burning its way through you. The fact that when you bent your head just right, licking at the side of his cock with intensity, you could watch Tom eat you from between your bodies was exciting and intensifying every freeling your body was experiencing.

Tom dragged his tongue from your clits, swirling the taught muscle downwards till it drew circles of your spasming entrance, teasing the hole as he dipped into it slowly. He rocked his head as he did so, pressing the crook of his nose to your clit but it wasn’t enough to satiate him, he needed more, yearning to drown between your thighs. His hands snaked their way around your thighs, pulling you down towards him as he pressed down on the rounds of your ass. The pressure on your clit eased the pain of desire and fed the flames of your orgasm that were dancing in your lower abdomen.

“Tommy!” you whimpered, pulling off of his cock just enough to be able to moan out his name, a warning that you were close and you knew that he was as well purely by the way he was humming into your cunt and how his cock was twitching in front of your face.

“Me too baby, let go” he assured, as you took his cock back into your mouth you felt the world shatter around you, the only real feeling was that of Tom’s tongue and his dick in your mouth, sliding in and out as you somehow managed to maintain the movement even through the mind bending pleasure. You both came hard, your juices being lapped up as Tom continued to relentlessly lick, your mouth filling with cum as hot white strings painted the inside of your mouth, the salty tang grounding you from slipping off into a pleasure induced haze.

Eventually you had both drained yourselves, no energy left in your euphoric bodies as you somehow ended up on the floor of the room. Your chin pressed into Tom’s pec as you looked up at him with largely dilated pupils and he looked back at you with the same.

“I don’t think we can work out together anymore, Tommy” you muttered, your fingers tracing indiscernible patterns across his heaving chest.

“What? Why?” Tom asked, his arms wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him.

“Well it never really ends up with us working out” you tried to remind him.

“But doesn’t it though? Cause I feel like I worked out and your legs are still shaking like you squatted 1000 pounds, so I actually think we should work out together more” Tom chuckled, pinching your side and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You are insatiable” you poked him back.

“And you like it”

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sugarbooger513 · 3 years ago

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Mine (Stepbrother!ChosoxFem!Reader)

This is my collaboration piece for @severelytalentless Are You Afraid of the Dark collab! I had a lot of fun writing this... work. I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you to my very amazing friends who helped me out during this piece, especially my wifey @kentosovertime and my bestie @roughwithfluff. It wouldn't have ended up as well written as it did without the help.

Warnings: stepcest, possessive nature, unprotected sex (wrap your willies), oral (fem receiving), spit, Choso slaps reader in the face like once, he also slaps in another place, daddy kink, dom Choso, Choso is very petty, mentions of cheating ex, mentions of alcohol and nicotine consumption, degradation, praise, slight breeding kink if you squint

"Don't bother calling me anymore! I see what's more important to you.." You hang up your cell phone and throw it across the room. Your bed feels colder than it usually does, but you lay on it anyways, allowing your tears to flow onto your pillow.

Your boyfriend, now ex, of two years had called you with a plea, begging for your forgiveness. How could you forgive him, though? When you heard about your best friend sleeping with him, you couldn't get the image out of your head. You knew she thought he was attractive, but there was never a worry in your mind that either of them would take it anywhere.

You sit up, suddenly realizing that he would be on his way home from work in an hour, maybe two. You had to leave before he got home. It wasn't like you feared he would hurt you for leaving him, but he would certainly try to guilt you into staying with him.

Your heart rate increases when you realize that you have no idea where you can go. He knows all of your family, and is pretty loved by all of them. Your stepmom even has the habit of calling him her son. 'Her son...'

You rush to grab your phone, dialing the all too familiar number. If there's one person in your family you can call, it's the one he's scared of.

"Y/N," your step brother lets out a long yawn after answering, "what's up?" "B-bubs.." You can hear him drop something on his end. "Honey, why are you crying?" "He.. he cheated on me.. with her.. you were right.."

Choso bites the inside of his cheek, suddenly enraged at the thought. He never liked that guy. When they first met, Choso punched him in the jaw for being an asshole. You were mad at him at the time, but eventually understood why he did it. Since then, your ex was too scared to look Choso in the eyes.

Still, he now finds himself smiling.

"I'm so sorry, honey. Is there anything I can do?" Your sniffle makes him clench his fist. "He's going.. to be home s-soon." "Drive over here. I'll set up the guest-" "C-can you get me..? I don't want him tracking my car.."

Your pitiful voice goes straight to his crotch. Even though no one else is at his home, he finds himself trying to conceal his half hard cock with the kitchen counter.

"Of course, honey. Pack a bag. I'll be there in twenty." "I-I love you, Choso.. thank you." He has to bite his lip to keep from moaning. "I love you too, honey."

When he hangs up, he groans loudly and places his head on the cool marble. "Okay," he talks to himself aloud, "just.. keep yourself in control. You got this, Choso. She's your step sister, for Christ's sake." He shakes his head, grabbing his keys.

Still, he can't deny the things you do to him. It makes him feel terrible, but you're so damn tempting. He always figured that your hugs would last a little too long, your eyes scanned him a little too much, your hands lingered on him a little too suggestively.

He knew better, though. Your teenage years were spent on tons of dates with guys who were the complete opposite of your stepbrother. He would sit in his bedroom, no doubt on a video game, while he listened to guy after guy go in and out of your bedroom. It wasn't like you were a whore.

Those guys just eventually showed their true colors.

He knows that when you love, you love with your entire heart. That's why he was there for you through every heartbreak. He would hold you for hours, dry your tears with his own shirts, make you your favorite snacks, take you on long walks so you weren't cooped in the house all day.

Why? Well, because in his mind you already belonged to him.

You pace your living room, already holding your overnight bag in your hand. Of course, you'll probably stay with Choso more than one night, unless your dad tells you to stay with him and your stepmom instead.

Who are you kidding? If Choso offers to let you stay longer, you would much rather stay there.

Your front door opens, and you jump in fear that your ex came back early. "Shhh, honey it's me." "C-Cho.." Choso walks across the room in quick strides to pull you into his strong embrace.

His hands gently cradle you against his body. "He doesn't deserve your tears Y/N. Don't give him the satisfaction." "Y-you tell me that after every breakup, Choso.." "I know. That's because none of them deserve your kindness."

You close your eyes and feel yourself relax in his strong arms. He's never let you down. Choso has been the only guy in your life to prove he would always be there for you. You truly trust him with your life.

That being said, you can't ignore the feelings that have formed over the years for your stepbrother.

Your fingers grip his shirt in an attempt to pull him even closer to you. He sighs softly and buries his face in your hair. "Is there anything I can do for you, Y/N?" "Just... don't leave me. Please?"

His heart pounds in his chest at your feeble plea. His throat seems to dry, so he can't manage to speak. Finally, after what feels like an hour, he clears his throat.

"You know I won't, Y/N. I never have." "And never will?" His large hands squeeze your body a bit harshly, but your breath only increases at the feeling.

"I never will. Now, why don't we get you loaded into the car and get you home?" You finally pull away, blinking your still teary eyes at him so innocently. "Home..?"

The look on your face has his body on fire. You look so damn innocent, just like an angel. They're still red and puffy from your crying, but that only has him straining in his pants.

The things he would give to take the innocence from your face this second..

"Of course. My home is yours for as long as you need." He jingles his keys in an attempt for you to hurry and follow.

"What.. what about as long as I want..?"

That sentence has him blushing furiously. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course. You're family and I love you, so my home is yours. We should go though. I don't want to-" His sentence is cut short when you wrap your small arms around his frame.

"Cho.. you're the only person in my life that cares this much.." "Don't say that, princess. You know that isn't true." His large hands are so gentle as they rub your back comfortingly. The small action has your heart pounding.

It also has your core burning for more.

"I-I want to stay with you." "Princess, then why are we still here?" There's a hint of laughter in his teasing tone. "I mean.. stay with you." You bury your face in his broad chest, hoping desperately that he gets the hint.

And oh boy does he ever. He can't help the small groan that escapes his throat at the mere thought.

"Y/N.. you don't mean that." You finally look up, shocked at the tint of rosiness on his usually pale cheeks.

"I-I do mean it.. You're the only guy who has ever-" "I'm family." "Not blood. D-Don't act like you don't feel the same Choso!" His eyes widen, and your accusation has him backing away from you, causing your hope to falter. Had you been mistaken this entire time? Had the stares and lingering touches really just been his own way of showing platonic affection.

"Choso.. I-" "Am I truly that obvious, Y/N?" You blink once, twice before giggling softly. "Y-yeah.. have I not been?" "No. Your.. attention always seemed to be on others. I just assumed.. you saw me as your big brother." You shake your head, walking slowly to stand directly in front of him again.

You've always thought his eyes were gorgeous, a slight grey tint over the almost golden color, they truly are their own unique shade, but right now they seem even brighter.

"I.. I was scared. People would.. call us freaks if anything came of any attraction to each other. I mean.. we've known forever that we weren't related, but our parents have been married-" "Going on ten years now. Even dated for five years before that. Trust me," his hand reaches to touch your cheek gently, as if he's afraid he could break you, "I've been bouncing the pros and cons in my head for so many fucking years."

Your cheek fits so easily in his palm, as if it was made to be there. "So.. who gives a damn about the cons anymore?" His eyes darken at your words, suddenly not focused on your gaze, but your lips. "I don't think I do, Princess." He suddenly turns the two of you, pressing your body into the wall that was originally behind him.

His lips hover centimeters over yours, making you whimper pathetically. "Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you, Y/N." His lips turn at the corners, making the already handsome guy seem even more so. Your hands reach out, gripping the loose t-shirt he's wearing tightly. "I-I need you, Cho. P-please?"

"Well, why don't we take this little.. fiasco to my place?" "No." He tilts his head in confusion as you smirk. "Fuck me on his bed.. onii-chan."

His lips are on yours the instant that word leaves your mouth. Despite the fact you're almost certain that Choso doesn't know what lip balm is, his lips are so plush and soft. It catches you off guard, causing you to moan softly in his mouth.

He isn't shy about exploring your body either. His hands grab every bit of plushness they can. Your hips, thighs, ass, until he finally reaches your breasts. His hands squeeze them harshly, not caring about any actual pain he could bring. You gasp in the kiss, which allows his tongue to finally invade your mouth, easily taking over as the dominant one.

He tastes faintly of cheap wine and cigarettes, but that doesn't shock you. You've spent multiple nights in his room smoking and drinking after rough breakups.

You have to smack at his shoulder a few times before he pulls away, leaving a strand of saliva connecting the two of you. He lets out a deep growl before grabbing your arm to yank you upstairs.

He kicks the bedroom door open, not caring about possibly busting the damn thing. "I have waited for so fucking long," he shoves you onto the queen sized bed that you once shared with your ex, "to have you all to myself. Now that I have you..." He pulls the shirt over his head, causing your eyes to shamelessly wander over his toned body. He catches your gaze, causing him to lick his bottom lip in anticipation. "Oh I am never letting you out of my grasp now, little one."

You sit up and, without a second thought, throw your shirt off and into the floor. "A bit possessive, are we?" He chuckles a bit darkly. "I don't see you complaining. Besides," he rips your pants off in one fluid motion, purring at the dark spot already staining your panties, "it seems you know who you belong to." His head is almost instantly between your legs, his hands shoving your thighs open effortlessly.

He licks a long stripe up your covered slit, causing you to mewl. "Go ahead, princess, tell me exactly who owns you." This time he places a small kiss just over your clit. "F-fuck, you!" "Hmmm," his hand comes down to smack your pussy with an unnecessary amount of force. "Not good enough. Try again." He lands another smack, this one making tears prick your eyes.

"W-what do y-you want-" you cry out as he lands two more smacks on you. The pain is startling at first, but it quickly has you moaning in pleasure. "How about that fun little nickname you've given so many men that have entered your bedroom?" You squeak, making him chuckle. "Oh come on, there's no way you thought I never heard you. Always had the fucking nerve," another smack, this one even harder, "to cry out for other men while I was in my bedroom dreaming of making those pretty eyes cry in my bed. Come on, call me that sweet little name and I'll fuck you better than any of those assholes could have."

The last smack has you screaming, and you can't seem to care that any of your neighbors could hear. "D-Daddy! Y-You own me! I-it's always been you, I swear daddy! P-Please fuck me, I-I need it!"

He groans loudly before ripping your panties from your body. "I'll have to remember that you beg beautifully once I get you home." Two of his fingers spread you apart, and he smirks at the puddle of essence already pooling on the bed. "So fucking wet for me, aren't you?" He doesn't give you a chance to answer before he buries his face in you, eating you out like a man starved.

The sudden onslaught of pleasure makes you try and clamp your thighs closed, but one of his hands shoves it back down. His eyes look up at you as he continues to lap at your drooling pussy. The stare speaks every word he can't at the moment.

This is for his pleasure, not yours, and you're meant to lay back and take what he's giving you.

Your fingers tangle in his raven hair, and the slight pain has him growling against you. His lips wrap around your throbbing clit, sucking harshly, and he shoves two fingers into you without any warning.

You knew beforehand that Choso had slept with at least a few women, so he's not inexperienced, but you never knew that he was this experienced. His long fingers curl into you, pushing against the spot that has you screaming his name to the heavens. He has to rut against your mattress in a desperate attempt to get some sort of relief.

"D-Daddy.. I-I'm g-gonna cum.." He could already tell. Your walls sucked his fingers in as soon as they entered you, so he knew you wouldn't last much longer. "Hmmm," his sharp teeth nip your clit gently, but it still makes you squeak, "I sure hope you aren't telling daddy what you're going to do.. That would be awfully rude of you, little one."

The sheer dominance and control radiating from him has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. Since when was your sweet step brother so demanding? "C-can I please cum, daddy? I-It feels t-too good.." You feel that damn smirk against your clit. "Of course, baby. Just scream my name when you do it, okay?"

He really must not like you talking much, because he doesn't let you answer him before he starts ruthlessly pounding his fingers into your cunt. Your entire body arches from the bed as you cry out for him. It takes one last flick of his tongue on your swollen bud to have you writing in the bed, coming completely undone before he even pulled his pants off.

He slows down, but doesn't completely stop, allowing you to ride out your high as he uses his tongue to lap up every drop of sweetness pouring from you. "Good girl, I've got you sweetheart. Are you feeling up for more, or do you need to stop until we go home?"

He sits up, eyeballing your form as he licks his lips clean, ignoring the fact he's dripping your own cum from his chin onto you.

You giggle, still a bit spaced out from the intense orgasm. "W-want you.. inside me, please daddy?" He chuckles softly before reaching to finally unhook your bra and fling it to the side. "Of course baby. Where are your condoms?" "D-Don't have any. I'm on.. the pill." His cheeks flush a bit, but he doesn't question anything else.

He makes quick work of his sweatpants, leaving him in only his boxers. The outline of his cock alone has you snapping back to reality. When he pulls the boxers down, you outwardly moan when it slaps back against his abdomen. He's much bigger than any guy you've had before. Also, it's so.. pretty.

The shaft is a lot like the rest of his skin, a very pale color that almost shines if sunlight hits it. The head is a soft pink, very reminiscent of the blushes he always seemed to get if you teased him too much, with droplets of precum around it. A large vein runs from the underside of it, and you can see it actually throb the more he stares at you.

"See something you like, love?" You whimper at the very affectionate nickname. "I-is it going to fit? I mean.. I've never.." "Don't worry, little one," he gently lays you back, "daddy will get it to fit. If it hurts too much, just let me know. Okay?" he grabs one of your exes' pillows, placing it gently under your lower back. "O-okay, daddy. I trust you."

His smile warms your heart. "That's my good girl. Spread your legs for me." You nod, following his instructions immediately. His hand reaches between the two of you, grabbing his cock and gently rubbing the tip around your entrance. "You sure you want this, Y/N? I don't want you to feel forced." You whimper, nodding instantly. "P-please fuck me, Choso.. I've waited so long.." You spread your legs more, effortlessly enticing him.

When his tip enters you, you're already a moaning mess. It just feels too good. He watches your expressions intently as he slowly pushes into you, searching for any signs of discomfort. Once he's about halfway in, he stops completely.

"How you doin' baby? Any pain?" He leans down to give you a gentle kiss. "G-good. I-it kinda burns, but nothing bad, I promise." He smiles against your mouth and starts to push in again. "We're almost there, little one. Just- fuuuuck." He finally bottoms out, the stretch of it making you whimper loudly and wiggle around. He pants on your face, the scent of you still heavy on his breath.

"S-so fucking tight.. can't believe this is happening..”

He chuckles softly, giving a tentative thrust into your heat. You bite down on your lip, finding both pain and pleasure in the burn that courses through your body. "D-daddy-" He cuts off the rest of your sentence by leaning back onto his knees and grabbing the back of both of your thighs. He manhandles you easily into what you can only assume is a mating press.

"So easy to throw around, aren't you? My pretty baby.." He pulls out of you until only his tip is still inside before slamming back in, causing you to see stars. "You take cock like a pro, baby. I wasn't sure a cute little thing like you could handle it." You tighten around him at his foul language, causing him to growl. "I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else, baby. I'll make sure I'm the only one who can make you scream. You want that, baby? Want daddy to fuck the imprint of his cock into your slutty little hole?"

You throw your head back and cry out for him. "P-please! Make me your little toy, daddy. W-want you to own me.. prove who I belong to, please?" You know you've done it now from the way he snarls at you. However, the sudden ringing of your phone makes both of you freeze. He leans back up to wrap your thighs around his torso.

He's the first to reach to the floor and grab it, still buried deep inside of you. "Oh, lookie there.. a video call. Hello?" Did he-

"Choso? Where is Y/N? Why do you have her phone?" Your ex's voice sounds from the speaker, making your eyes shoot open. You meet Choso's eyes, mouthing the words 'hang up' over and over.

"What does it matter? She dumped you and called me." "Of course she did. Dude, let me talk to her." Choso chuckles darkly, finally thrusting into you, making you squeak loudly despite your best effort to stay quiet.

"What was that?" "Y/N. She's currently.. held up. Or.. down, rather." He smirks at his own joke, reaching down his free hand to start circling your clit with his middle finger. The feeling has you tightening your thighs around his waist.

"You... what?" "Are you deaf and stupid? I said she's busy, aren't you little one?" He smirks down at your form, panting and shaking your head in a desperate, silent plea. This can not be how everyone finds out about this. No way in hell.

Choso's mocking pout makes your face flare up. "She seems a little shy. Let me show you instead." "N-no! Choso I-!" The choking gasp from the phone call shuts you up. Choso's eyes show no mercy as he looks at you almost amused. "That isn't what you should be calling me, is it?"

You look directly at the camera on the back of your phone, your face a deep scarlet color. Before you can correct yourself, the hand that was idly playing with your clit launches up, smacking your cheek with enough force to have your eyes switch to his. He smirks and shoves his index and middle fingers in your mouth without warning, making the ring he wears clack a bit painfully into your teeth.

"Pretty little whore just needs to learn some manners. Don't you, love?" He gets a wicked grin seeing how you blabber around his digits, trying so desperately to behave and give him an answer. "Sorry, princess, I didn't quite hear you. Try again for daddy." He shoves his fingers farther down your throat, causing you to gag and cough. Spit pours out of your kiss bruised lips, making Choso moan above you.

Your teary eyes make him pull his fingers out, wiping the spit across your face. "Why didn't you tell me you couldn't speak? Silly little girl. Now, what should you be calling me?" "D-Daddy! I'm s-so sorry.." He groans, running his thumb down your bottom lip. He gently pries your mouth open before leaning over you, letting spit fall from his tongue into your waiting mouth. He purrs as you swallow it so obediently. "I know you are. You're such a good girl for me. Oh, he hung up." Choso chuckles softly and tosses your phone back to the floor.

"I believe that I have some work to finish, right baby?" Both of his hands grab your hips, surely leaving bruises, before he starts to mercilessly ram into your sopping cunt. Your throat is still somewhat raw from his fingers being in it not two minutes ago, but he's determined to pull every sound he can from you.

He slides one hand down, harshly pinching and rolling your swollen clit between two fingers. Your cries only encourage his ruthless actions.

"D-daddy I-I.. something.. something doesn't-" Your pleas are cut off when the hand on your hip actually lifts you off the bed, giving him enough access for the tip of his cock to batter into your cervix.

If you aren't sore tomorrow, he hasn't done his job.

Sweat drips down his forehead and chest as he growls deeply. "There we go baby. T-that's the spot. Cum for daddy, want you screaming until my name is the only t-thing you know." His hand starts slapping your exposed clit again, finally throwing you over the edge. When the coil in your abdomen snaps, you scream his name, raw throat be damned.

Choso hisses as you tighten around his cock, spraying his lower abdomen in your essence. "Sh-shit I-" His sentence trails off when he thrusts into you one more time, letting out an animalistic snarl as his own climax washes over him.

You can feel his cock throb as he unloads his seed deep inside you. The feeling makes you tremble and mewl. There's so much of it that it still manages to spill out, staining the bed sheets under you.

He's still panting pretty heavily when he slides out of you, careful in case you're still too sensitive. When you squeak, he reaches up to cup your cheek. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." You nuzzle into his hand, placing a small kiss in the palm. "Th-thank you, daddy. I-I'm so tired." When your eyes start to flutter shut, he carefully stands from the bed, shamelessly admiring your disheveled state. "I'm sure you are. Let me get us cleaned up. Then I'll take you home, okay?"

Your small nod is plenty of an answer, so he rushes to the bathroom to search for a rag. He takes only a few seconds to wipe himself clean before rushing back to your side. You wince slightly at the feeling of the cloth wiping you down. "Shhhh, daddy's got you baby. I'll be done in just a second." He smiles to himself as you visibly relax into his touch, allowing him to finish.

"You know," he chuckles as he helps you pull your clothes back on, "your dad is going to try and kill me." "Your mom is going to call me every name in the book." He nods in agreement, finally starting to dress himself.

"So.. should we stay quiet? I imagine shit-for-brain isn't going to, but we can play that off as him being an idiot." You bite your lip, weighing the consequences of either decision.

There's no doubt in your mind, you want to be with Choso. It's clear he's willing to do whatever you want, but from the look in his eyes, the answer is obvious.

"I'm not hiding it." He blinks at you in shock. "B-baby.. your repu-" You stand up, despite your legs screaming in pain. He's quick to rush over and pull you into his chest. "I don't care.. I love you, and I don't want to hide it anymore." You squeak loudly when he picks you up bridal style, holding you easily with one arm.

The kiss he gives you is soft and loving, full of nothing but his affection for you. "I love you too, Y/N. I want nothing more than to tell the world that."

He carries you downstairs to grab your overnight bag, and then out to put you in his car. He really refuses to let you do anything, since he even leans inside to buckle you up. Your protests have him laughing. "When you're with me," he kisses your lips after getting into the driver's seat, "you're the spoiled princess. Got it?"

The drive to his house is quiet. He holds your hand the entire time, stroking along it with his thumb, occasionally bringing it to his mouth and kissing each knuckle.

"Oh.. oh shit." "What?" You open your eyes from almost falling asleep.

Your blood freezes when you see what he's looking at. Your dad's car is already parked in his driveway.

Tags: @katgalle, @savonline

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years ago

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Just One - John Winchester smut

The one where John has been obsessed with killing you but now that he found you...

Warnings: smut, as close to hatefucking as I can write, witch!reader, masturbation (f), oral (m, f), dirty talk, degradation laced with praise?, hairpulling kink, namecalling (bitch, whore), John wants it to hurt, slight size kink (blink and you’ll miss), p in v, spanking, biting, unprotected sex, cumplay, unspecified age gap

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: This one is a part of my kinktober celebrations. My original intention for this October was to work exclusively around prompts that my wonderful friend @darkficsyouneveraskedfor created for her challenge and dedicate each story to a different friend. My new plan became then 31 days of different kinks, which expanded on a poly relationship with Stucky, as you might know by now. However, some of the stories I started were already truly loved by me, and so I kept on writing them. It worked well because as it turns out, I am fortunate enough to have more than 31 friends on Tumblr, so here is the story I wrote for @negans-attagirl. This most likely celebrates my last time writing for John! Special thanks to my @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for reading this even though she’s not really into Supernatural! I love you for it!

I knew he was there. Watching. I’d been running away from him for so long, it felt like second nature now - to look over my shoulder, hold my breath when a stranger got too close. Watch the shadows and see if they took the form of a well-built man who wanted nothing more than to see me dead.

But I didn’t just wait around for my inevitable ending, oh no. I’d studied him just as much as he did to me, prepared myself for what was to come as I fled the state and traveled borders in the hopes of throwing him off. I concocted potions and spells and thought about everything I could do to him whenever he found me again.

Most of all, I thought of him. How could I not? Not only was he my main concern in this life, but the man was just walking sin. And if I were to go down, I was determined to at least go down on him before he killed me.

So I slowly left the diner across from the motel I’d been hiding in for the last three weeks and returned to my room, making sure to leave the door unlocked while I took off my clothes. The sound of the door closing behind me wasn’t unmistakable, and we both knew that. “Feel like joining me?” I asked as I sat down on the bed and spread my legs for his eyes, my hand traveling down my body, playing with my nipples before settling between my thighs. He didn’t look confused, not even for a moment.

This sexual tension between us, it’d never been one-sided. It was there from the beginning, electrifying our interactions as desire swirled in the air around us. I was convinced it was the main reason why he couldn’t just let me go.

He leaned his head to the side, but didn’t say anything. He was too focused on what I was doing, the way my fingers rubbed my clit before dipping inside my hole only to come back up wetter, the sounds of my actions filling the air around us.

“I don’t see why not.” The words sent a thrill up my spine, and without even stopping to consider what I was doing, I dropped to my knees before him, reaching out for his jeans. “Can’t let you get off all by yourself.”

I hummed appreciatively as I stuck out my tongue to lick the red head of his cock, already intoxicated with his taste. “Such a gentleman… even when you’re planning to kill me.” His chuckle was like thunder, reverberating through me and making my clit throb as I wrapped my lips around his member.

“It would be a waste if I didn’t put this pretty mouth to work.” His thumb brushed against my lower lip until I licked it and enveloped it with my mouth, making him groan. “So fucking warm. I’m gonna enjoy filling this hole with my cock.”

His words had me clenching around nothing, the overwhelming wetness that dripped from me now slathering the inside of my thighs, no doubt reaching the floor. It made me desperate to please him, desperate to fill my mouth with his cock.

So I wrapped my lips around the head of his member and began sucking, at first looking up to see his darkened, lust-filled eyes before actually closing mine to fully appreciate his taste, the weight of him on my tongue.

I licked every single inch of his skin until my saliva coated his member. It was a beautiful cock, a cock that deserved to be worshiped. I wasn’t one to enjoy being on my knees too much, but his thickness was just too tempting. I needed to pay it the proper respects.

So I took him as well as I could, ignoring the way tears rose to my eyes as I willingly choked myself on his cock, trying my best to breathe through my nose in an effort to reach his navel.

I wasn’t able to. But he didn’t seem to mind, hand wrapped around my hair, forcing my movements as I slobbered all over his dick. “Such a good little cocksucker…” he absentmindedly commented, almost to himself.

“Were you expecting me?” I looked up to see him looking down at me, actually waiting for an answer. So I pulled away, wiped the spit from my jaw before replying honestly, “Always.”

Because, well… How could I sleep peacefully without thinking about the man who wanted to kill me?

But his answer was a chuckle and an almost condescending head pat, his deep warm voice making me even wetter when he complimented, “Good girl.” God, he could kill me right now. I’d go willingly and happily.

I eagerly sucked him off a bit longer, losing myself in the almost-sounds that I could pick up from his body: the little groans and pants, the way he cleared his throat instead of growling his desire for me. He wouldn’t give in, wouldn’t show his satisfaction to a little witch.

I could live with that.

“Stop that.” His words were accompanied by a harsh tug on my hair, pulling me up until I was standing on my tip toes, my face mere inches from his. “Wanna fuck you now. I can kill you tomorrow.”

The fact that he never kissed me didn’t escape me. This was a quick fuck, it would not be mistaken as anything else. Still, that didn’t mean I wouldn’t drag as much fun out of it as I possibly could… especially considering these might very well be my last hours of living.

“So you want me?” I questioned, smirking at his answering huff. He didn’t want to admit it, of course - that would be recognizing I had some sort of power over him. So he opted to tighten his grip on my hair until I moaned from the pleasurable pain, eyes sparkling in their darkness as he took in just how desperate I was for him.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he settled for saying as I laughed. “Always a fucking tease. Is your cunt as bitter as your soul, brat?” I bit my lip as he threw me on the bed, already anticipating his next move.

“Find out for yourself.” His expression made it clear that he was doubtful when he tore off my underwear and threw the scraps of it over his shoulder, pulling me to the edge of the bed by my ankles without much care.

He pressed on the inside of my thighs to keep my legs spread for him, and when his tongue licked a line up my cunt, I clenched around nothing, eyes closing for just a second to relish in the barely-there sensation.

“Oh, fuck…” His voice was barely over a whisper, but I still heard it and when I opened my eyes to look at him, he was staring directly at his meal, like he couldn’t believe what he had just tasted. “So fucking sweet…”

He went back there with a newfound hunger, and although I knew he wasn’t doing this to make me cum, I also knew he would achieve that - easily. It didn’t take many of his long swipes over my hole, the twirls around my clit to make me gasp for him, hands flying down to pull on his hair.

I think the only reason he didn’t slap them away was because he seemed to like the slight sting I provided him.

“Fucking cum, bitch,” he growled at some point, surprising me until he revealed why it was that he wanted me to orgasm. “I want to drink all of your essence before I shove my cock into you, make sure it’ll really sting.”

But I knew it was more than that - I knew he wanted more of my taste. It was everywhere now, dripping from his beard, smearing the inside of my thighs, but he kept his eyes focused on me, waiting for my breaking point.

I saw embers of flames when it arrived. Maybe it predicted my death at the stake, but I couldn’t mind it. Not when John was rising to his full height and very easily turning me around to lay on my stomach, keeping my legs dangling off the edge of the bed when he kicked them apart.

I was trapped under his much larger body and I didn’t mind it at all. He shoved my face against the bed, like he didn’t want to see it as he slowly started to stretch me out.

I bit my lower lip as I struggled to adjust around his thickness, and by the sounds John was releasing, I could see he was just as overwhelmed by me and the pussy he wanted to destroy.

I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be ravished by John Winchester. No one had ever fucked me like this before, and I was sure he knew, with the melodic moans that kept slipping from my lips, try as I might to reel them in.

“Those fucking sounds…” He groaned behind me, seconds before his hand landed harshly on the right cheek of my ass, making me whine even louder. “You’re a filthy little whore, aren’t you?”

I was too far gone to even try to deny it, fucking myself back against his delicious thick cock, desperate to cum again, this time feeling completely full of him.

“Who would have thought…” He panted, hips maintaining their onslaught against me. “Nasty fucking witch, such a tight little pussy.” Each word was accompanied by a particularly brutal thrust and I relished in it. I relished in witnessing the great John Winchester get carried away because of my body.

“Fuck,” he cursed after he managed to locate my sweet spot, which in turn had me instinctively clenching around him. “Why do you feel so fucking good?”

Under him, I just giggled, my hand easily locating the spot above where we were connected so I could rub myself to an orgasm. “I’m convinced you’re the devil, little witch.”

Stifling a laugh, I started to move my hips back so I could fuck myself on him, showing him how I liked to be treated - even harder and rougher than he was already treating me. And because I really was a brat, I couldn’t help but taunt, “Do you feel sorry you have to destroy it?”

I knew he understood I was referring to my pussy, and when his hand slapped mine away so he could take over the motions over my clit, I closed my eyes to let bliss take me.

“Almost,” he grunted, a confession I almost lost in the fog of my high. But here lied an opportunity, and I wasn’t about to let it slip away without a fight.

“I mean… you could just keep it,” I offered, barely over a whisper so as not to anger the man who kept fucking me. I didn’t want him to stop his movements, so I hoped even if he did get pissed at my suggestion, he’d just take it out on me. “Use it whenever you want.”

I didn’t get a response from him - at least, not verbally. But he did speed up his movements, pounding me so hard the bed started to hit the wall and I knew we were seconds away from having the neighbors banging on it, telling us to keep it down, but I couldn’t care less.

Not when John was burying his face in the crook of my neck, beard tickling me as he bit on my shoulder to keep his roar from reverberating in the room when he shot his cum deep inside of me.

He didn’t wait even a second before pulling out. I missed his weight on top of me, but the feeling of his cum slowly slipping from my used pussy was enough to give me some comfort.

“Shit, I really opened you up, huh?” He chuckled, rubbing his cream around my hole before pushing it back into me, making me whine. “I’m still fucking hard. Did you put a spell on me, brat?”

I laughed as he massaged my ass, apparently incapable of fully retreating his touch from my skin. “Is that why I’m still aroused?” He insisted, rutting his very much, still hard member against my thigh. “Tell me.”

Stretching, I giggled at his silly accusation. “I think I just turn you on, old man,” I teased, wiggling my ass at him. He took the bait and spanked it, before I felt his weight leave the bed altogether.

“Well, I’m going to take a shower, wash you off of me,” he explained, stopping at the door of the bathroom to stare at me. “You better be there when I come out,” he warned and I bit my lip, understanding exactly what he meant.

“I don’t think I can walk if I tried,” I giggled, but he just tipped his head back, humming noncommittally. Before long, I heard the shower turning on, the sound of the water running down the drain almost lulling me to sleep.

I made sure to leave my panties right next to the note I wrote for him to find when he got out of the shower. Three simple words, a promise: “Until next time”.

#my fics #john winchester smut #john winchester #smut #john winchester x reader #john winchester reader #john winchester reader insert #john winchester reader inserts #john winchester fanfic #john winchester fanfics

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drakenology · 4 years ago

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Bully!Dabi laughing and making fun about a school girl big tiddies😳 it's as if the buttons on your uniform blouse are going to explode at any moment, and Dabi love make you feel bad about it

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈

“baby, can you meet me tonight in detention?”

MDNI

tw: non-con (yeah ik crazy right? i’m taking that out of my rules so feel free to request now.) , bullying, third year aged, mean!dabi, creep!dabi?, boobjob, cumplay, degradation, raw sex and public sex

A/N: hi hiii, this is a lovely request that I literally started writing as soon as I got it. Thank you nonnie for sending this in and as always enjoy!

You tried to keep them hidden whenever you saw him walking through the halls with his asshole entourage. But oversized sweaters, hoodies and cardigans never did the trick. Dabi always ended up seeing them, practically bursting through your school blouse after an administrator would yell at you to get into proper uniform. He was ruthless, grabbing your shirt and popping it open by the buttons to expose your large breasts. He’d laugh at you as you go to cover yourself up with the remnants of your blouse, poking and prodding at the exposed skin of your breasts. He’d pinch your cheeks as you become flustered, smirking and leaning in close to you.

“What? They were gonna come out anyways. Stupid tits were practically opening your shirt for you. Thought I’d give ‘em a hand.” He mocked, squeezing your breasts as he pinned you to a nearby locker. You snatch away from him and run away to the bathroom to fix your blouse, tears stinging in your eyes from the embarrassment of it all. The rest of your day was full of shame as everyone stared at your ripped blouse, administration granting you detention for violating dress code for the second time today.

At the end of the day, you stay behind in class, watching as everyone chats their way out the classroom doors to return home for the evening. All the other students who were to stay for detention come trudging inside; Dabi included to your displeasure. You shuffle in your seat out of discomfort, pulling your sweater down further and holding it in between stern fists as if it were to fly up at any second to reveal your breasts to the whole class. Dabi winks at you after sitting directly across from you, softly mooing at you to insinuate that you were a cow.

“I see they made you cover up those udders, fat tits. What were you thinking walking around with your tits hanging out? This is a school you know.” He says to you at a low tone of voice, talking not allowed in detention. You try and ignore him, scribbling on your notebook as you try and concentrate on your homework. Dabi sits slouched in his seat, writing something on a piece of paper and balling it up to throw it at your head. You glare over at him, the paper ball falling onto your desk in front of you. You open it and see that it’s a note.

“Meet me on the roof, fat tits.” it read, hand-writing just as childish as he is. You roll your eyes and crumple up the note, standing to go to throw it in the trash. Dabi smirks, sitting up in his seat to raise his hand.

“Yo, teach. I gotta piss. Can I use the bathroom?” He asks, chuckling to himself when the administrator grants him another two weeks detention for his foul language.

“Ask correctly or ‘piss’ on yourself, Mr. Todoroki.” He spits, returning to his book. Dabi sighs, rolling his eyes before caving in.

“Fine. May I please use the restroom, sir?” He asks once more, sarcasm dripping from his tone. He stands once he has permission, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll be waiting, utters." He taunts, poking your chest before walking out of the room. You sit for a while, stirring in confusion. Do you go outside to see what he wants or do you stay seated and let him wait for nothing. You sigh and raise your hand, politely asking to use the restroom too. The administrator, uninterested at this point waves you away and returns to his book. You shuffle out of the room and walk upstairs to the roof of the school where Dabi stood by the metal fences barricading the ledge.

"Ah. So nice of you to meet with me, fat tits." Dabi smirks, pulling you up to him by the arm. You groan, shuddering at his touch in disgust.

"What do you want, Touya?" You ask, folding your arms over your chest unconsciously; a defense mechanism you've picked up dealing with him over the years.

"Haven't you heard the saying? A guy who picks on you also has a crush on you." Dabi hints, pulling your arms away from your chest, lifting your sweater up to expose your pretty bra. You shriek, trying to cover yourself up again only for your hands to be pinned above your head against the wall.

“So your excuse for treating me like shit is because you’ve got some sick crush on me?” You spat, yet unable to be completely furious as his lips meet yours in a hot and sticky kiss you can’t seem to shake. His tongue slips into your mouth to travel around inside, pulling away with a single string of spit as you pant. You hated him but, fuck, why did he have to be such a good kisser?

“You’ve always been my favorite little toy. Wanna know why?” He asks, leaning in to kiss and lick the skin of your neck. You stifle a moan, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing he’s turning you on.

“Why?” You choke, cheeks burning as his cold hands travel up the sides of your frame.

“These.” He answers, his hands pulling your breasts out of the cups of your bra, hissing at the sight of your pretty nipples. He takes one in his mouth, smirking against your skin when you start to moan helplessly. Your thighs press together as your panties start to soak with slick, Dabi noticing his effect on you quickly.

“P-Please stop..” You whisper desperately, looking into Dabi’s crystal blue eyes with a mixture of lust and uncertainty. He grins, knowing deep down you want him too, whether you said it words or not. His hands travel up your thighs and between your legs, forcing them open to prod his fingers at the growing wet spot on your panties.

“Heh.. I don’t think you want me to stop, do you? God, look how sloppy you are already.” He retorts, yanking your panties down and hiking up your skirt to further expose you. He reaches down to unbutton and unzip his own pants to let his length spring free, your eyes locking onto his bright red head as it leaked with pre-cum.

“Help me out with this, will ya, doll?” He asks, hands caressing your face as you lead you onto the concrete ground. As you sat on your knees, your hands wiping away a stray tear that streams down your cheek. You pull out your breasts a bit further, taking Dabi’s cock in between them and stroking it slowly beneath your cleavage. Dabi sighs out, his head handing back as he ruts his hips upward to match your pace.

“Fuck, just like that. If only you could see how slutty you look.” Dabi groans, voice slightly hoarse as you get him off with your breasts. You groan when you feel his cock start to throb against your skin, half of you disgusted and the rest of you turned on beyond belief as you watch him writhe in pleasure from the very breasts he teased and made fun of so harshly.

“Fuck, stand up.” Dabi demands, practically yanking you up on your feet by your arm and pinning you against the metal fence behind you. Not caring enough to prep you before, he pushes himself inside your weeping pussy; starting his thrusts at a brutal pace. You cry out, your moans echoing through the vast space of the empty roof of the school. Dabi’s hand comes up to cover your mouth as his hips moved faster, wet slapping causing him to groan.

“Ya like that, huh slut? Like being stuffed full at school don’t you?” Dabi asks, expecting an answer out of you after he uncovers your drooling and mewling mouth,“You’re mine. Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

“”M yours, Touya!” You gasp, feeling the delicious head of his cock brush against your favorite spot with reckless abandon as it blurs your reasoning. You feel your slick spill down your thighs as he ruts into you from behind, his balls slapping up against your swollen clit only adding to the sinful pleasure you were feeling. You almost can’t believe you’re being fucked by your bully on the roof as your hands cling to the metal barb-wired fence you were pinned against, feeling Dabi’s hands reach up and grab your breasts from behind to pull you back onto his cock with fervor. Animalistic growls leave his lips as he pinches and teases your nipples, huffing obscenities into your ear.

“That’s right you fucking whore, take my cock like a good little slut.” He growls as he uses your pussy like he owns you, his cock throbbing inside you as he threatens to cum inside you, “Gonna make you mine forever, yeah? Sound good, slut?” You shake your head no, your body language telling a different tale as you feel your legs get so weak you can hardly stand on your own as Dabi holds you up by your neck.

His hand squeezes around your throat as he cums thick inside you, your gooey cunt fluttering around his cock as you follow shortly behind him. You pant and sob as you come down from your high, Dabi continuing to use your pussy until every drop of his cum is deep inside you; even going the extra mile to scoop up whatever remnants of his cum that leaked from you with his fingers and shoving them into your mouth with a satisfied groan.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad was it?” Dabi smirks, taking your panties from the ground and handing them to you with a smug look in his eye. You take them and slide them up over your legs and put them back on with a sniffle, ashamed of what you’ve done with him yet strangely satisfied as your cunt still clenches and throbs around nothing after the fact. Confusion stirs within your mind, your thighs trembling as you sat on the bench and watched Dabi walk down the stairs once more.

After you wait for Dabi to walk back downstairs to the detention room, you follow behind shortly after, folding your legs as you feel Dabi’s cum start to spill out and onto your panties. He smirks over at you, leaning back into his seat as he passes another note to you.

“Let’s do that again tomorrow, fat tits. You’re fun ;)”

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 4 years ago

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hellooo i would just like to request a poly!marauders x reader smut where Remus and James are just absolutely dominating her and Sirius. of course Sirius is gonna have a bit of an attitude. i don’t really care what it’s about, i mean who doesn’t love smut with no plot? i appreciate you taking your time to answer my request, i love you and your writing so much💕

Trouble

I love you too, thank you sm!! 🥰

Don't know if I like this... :(

Warning: 18+

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„We leave you for a few minutes and come back to this?“ Remus' voice was controlled, but the underlying threat was still there.

Sirius and you shared an apprehensive glance, already regretting your little make out session, although it had felt so right just a few seconds ago.

„We-“ Sirius' swallowed tensely once James threw him a sharp look, the dom only having to raise his hand to silence the bright eyed boy.

„I said I don‘t want to hear shit from either of you“ Remus said angrily, before he put his cigarette out to walk over. He gently tilted your head up to meet his eyes and you nervously fidgeted with your hands as he stared you down.

„I know he‘s a brat“ Remus said mildly, „but you do remember what you promised me this morning, right little one?“

You blinked submissively, nodding your head softly. „Yes, Remus.“

„Well“ Remus coaxed softly, „what was it?“

You cleared your throat and took a glimpse at Sirius' curious face. „I promised to keep Sirius in check.“

Remus nodded in confirmation and his hand tightened around your chin.

„You break your promise and I break you.“

You whimpered at that, brows creasing worriedly. Remus ignored you and turned his attention to James.

„Remus“ James rumbled, ��take care of her. I‘ll take this one.“ His tone was absolute and it made Sirius antsy, his lips parting to apologize.

„Jam-“

His eyes stayed fixed on Sirius, who had the audacity to at least look scared. And he should be. James doesn‘t play.

„Shush“ James ground out, „you‘ve done enough.“

As ruthless as Remus was, he did hold back at least a little during punishments, maybe because you always made an effort to be a good girl for them. Sirius could only be kept in check through James‘ punishments, probably because James loved the way he could make Sirius’ pretty grey eyes tear up in pain. And he loved that Sirius even then wouldn‘t give in, too proud to admit his fault. Oh fuck yes, James loved a challenge.

„Sirius“ James said in an overly cheery way, „you‘re not cumming tonight, unless you admit your fault.“

Sirius‘ scared expression turned sour and he wouldn‘t be the brat of the relationship if he didn‘t immediately make his displeasure know.

„Kissing involves two people“ he put the emphasis on two, „so the way I see it, she shouldn‘t cum as well!“

Remus spoke up this time, a mocking smile on his lips. „Sirius. Get on your fucking hands and knees before I spank you so hard that you‘ll bleed all over.“

Sirius‘ eyes widened and he scrambled to get on his hands and knees, his face directly in front of yours. The accusation was so clear in his eyes that you glanced down at your hands guiltily to avoid his pointed glare.

„I have a special kind of punishment for you both“ James drawled, hands ghosting over Sirius‘ pale legs. Sirius closed his eyes tightly when he felt James‘ callous fingers dip into the crease of his behind, middle finger rubbing teasingly against the tight ring of muscle.

Sirius gasped quietly when James pushed inside, hissing in pain at the dry stretch. Remus snapped his fingers to get your attention and nodded his head towards the groaning boy in front of you.

„Shut him up.“

You pressed your lips on his to silence his next moans, kissing him deeply to swallow any noise. His breathing was coming out in short puffs, letting you pull him closer by his long hair. Biting his lip you continued to drown out any whine and whimper that escaped him, trying to save him from an additional punishment.

Suddenly Sirius was pushed forward so hard that he fell against your chest, mouth opening wide to let out a pained cry. James had pushed in another finger and was fucking into Sirius‘ ass steadily while Remus was squeezing the base of his cock to hold off his pleasure.

„Shut. Him. Up“ James growled, curling his fingers to hit Sirius‘ g-spot with every word.

„I have an idea“ you said meekly, flushing when your doms pinned you with their intense gazes.

„This should be good“ Remus grinned and raised a brow, „Go ahead.“

Slowly peeling off your panties you tugged at Sirius‘ hair until his face was between your legs. Sirius groaned at the sight of your cunt so openly on display and dove tight in like a madman, sucking and licking you with so much vigor that you had to hold him back sometimes so he wouldn‘t accidentally make you cum.

„Quiet, Sirius“ you said breathlessly, „Oh fuck, just like that!“

Sirius‘ breath came out rugged against your soaked cunt and you bit your tongue to keep in any of your own moans. God the way his perfect face was contorted in utter pleasure made you so fucking hot and you pulled him back by his hair in a silent plea.

„Sirius, you will fuck her while I fuck you.“

You froze at James‘ next command and you saw the same fear reflect in Sirius‘ eyes. How the hell would you be able to stop yourself from cumming like that? Sirius‘ mouth opened and before he could make it worse for any of you, you decided to jump right in.

„But-“

„Yes!“ You glared at Sirius for good measure and softened your expression when your eyes wandered to your dom again, „Yes, James.“

Sirius clenched his jaw angrily and pulled you down by your waist so you would be situated directly under him. You saw the anger simmering right under the surface and winced, knowing that he wouldn‘t make it easy for you. As if he knew what you were thinking he gave you a menacing smile, grey eyes twinkling with a mirth.

James pushed Sirius forward with a jolt, his impossibly hard cock dragging across your cunt harshly and you pushed back against him, letting him sink into your body with a single push of James‘ hands.

„Remember Sirius“ James chidded upon seeing Sirius‘ pained expression, „no cumming without permisson.“

With that he curled his fingers and fucked Sirius earnest, the brat crying out with the hot feeling of you wrapped around him and James making him feel so full with only his fingers.

Remus made his way over to you after he finished his cigarette and gave you a pout, stroking your cheeks so gently as if you weren‘t being fucked right now.

„Remus“ you gasped, enclosing your small hands on his scarred forearms, „please!“

Remus gave you a patient smile and crawled closer, his cock brushing against your lips but Sirius beat you to it, taking Remus as far down as he could in his position. Oh the sight of Sirius was a crass one. With James fucking his ass and his cock deep inside your cunt he sucked Remus messily to help himself not make any noise.

„You little slut“ Remus spit out but made no moves to stop him, „need to fill every hole huh?“

Sirius fixated his eyes on Remus and pulled away with an obscene pop, guiding his cock into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down like a little fucktoy.

„Yes Remus“ he moaned coyly, „need to be fucked, please?“ He batted his eyelashes so prettily and Remus gave in, hissing at James to finally fuck him good.

James had already prepared himself and thrust into Sirius with an aggressive shove, forcing himself as deep as possible. Sirius, being the brat he is, didn‘t want to give James the satisfaction of seeing him in pain, so he rushed forward and wrapped his lips around Remus‘ cock as well.

„Oh no you fucking don‘t!“ James grabbed Sirius by his hair and pulled his back against his chest, restraining him in a headlock.

„James!“ Sirius shouted and convulsed in his arms, the impending threat of his orgasm approaching rapidly. It spread in his veins and made him boil over, forcing Sirius to forget about his pride and start begging.

„Please!“ Sirius wailed and trashed around, trying to escape the oneslaught of his cock clenched in your cunt.

„No!“ James roared, lost in the pleasure himself and held Sirius‘ mouth closed with his big palm, „Don‘t you fucking dare.“

Remus had pulled you away from his cock with the promise of cumming inside of you and made you watch, your own orgasm not far off with Sirius‘ being constantly tugged back and forth between your thighs.

„Ah Remus fuck“ you cried out as your eyes teared up with anxiety at the thought of how close you were to cumming, „pleaseplease let me cum!“

„Beg.“ Remus barked out, teeth nipping at your nipples and it made your vision turn a blazing white light for a second.

„Please“ You were screaming now, nails leaving little bloodstains on his hands, „Please! James! Remus! Please!“

Remus pulled back to watch your face and gave you a curt nod. Your eyes fell shut and your voice broke with the volume of your screams as your release rushed hot and cold over your entire body, momentarily freezing your heart, before a particularly strong pound made you snap out of your trance. Remus had to hold his own cock to deny himself, cursing softly at the sight of you letting go after being denied for so long.

Sirius and James were so engrossed in their fucking that they didn't even notice when Remus pulled you away and made you sit down on his cock.

"See Sirius" James huffed out between groans, "See how she got to cum? See fuck see what happens when you're being good ah-"

"Jaaames" Sirius cried out, clawing at the sheets. His head fell on the matress between his shoulders and he let out such a pitiful, pathetic whimper that you whined with him, sharing his pain from being overstimulated by Remus.

That’s what they always do. Punish Sirius with orgasm denial and you with overstimulation.

"Remus please wait" Your cries mixed with Sirius' and your sounds, mixed with the deep groans and degredations of your doms made all of you fall into that hazy trance, the only thing on your mind was fucking.

"No" Remus growled out, raking his blunt nails down your back, "No, wanna have you mmm yes fuck-"

Holding you down by your shoulders he pounded you, leaving hot open mouthed kisses on your throat and chest, hands wandering all over your back and ass, moving you in time with his thrusts. You were sweating all over, pressing his head on your chest. Your muscles tightened as Remus moaned his orgasm into your ear, and you came for the second time this night, sobbing as you felt his cum in your cunt.

James had manhandled Sirius on his back, locking his hands over the dark long hair and staring into hsi eyes. Not only was he deniying Sirius, but also himself.

"Tell me what I want to hear" James was seething with anger, growing desperate himself for Sirius to admit his fault.

"No!" Sirius yelled back, muscles flexed with determination not to cum. He knew that he'll have to beg eventually, but Sirius would do anything in his power to delay that.

James wrapped his hand around Sirius' delicate neck, squeezing the sides and Sirius nearly exploded when his circulation cut off.

"Beg!"

"N- ah James!" Sirius cried out, the surprise clear in his high-pitched voice and you and Remus watched contentedly as his walls broke into a million pieces. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry please god please anything!"

"Cum!" James finally allowed him to let go, jerking him off in time with his harsh thrusts, a choked groan escaping him while they clung to each other, riding out their orgasms.

Sirius couldn't stop shaking and glanced back at you to reassure him, James' dominating aura always made him hypersensitive after sex. You gave him a tired smile and pulled him on top of your body, shushing him gently while Remus went over to cuddle James.

After some time Sirius' breathing slowed down and he called James' and Remus' name.

"Prongs, Moony, get up here.."

Settling in a big pile on top of each other you enjoyed the closeness, breathing each other in and dosing off in minutes.

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bluecookies02 · 4 years ago

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Hawks x F!Reader-PegHawks2020

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summary: reader stumbles upon her very distressed boyfriend who's begging for her to make him feel good.

//Yagami Yato is to be held responsible for this lil fantasy of mine

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warning: mature content

pegging, eating out (female and male), mommy kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampies, cum play.

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As soon as you entered the warmth of your house, you let out a sigh of relief.

Kicking your shoes off and placing your jacket on the hanger, you quietly made your way to the bedroom you and your boyfriend shared.

Taking quiet steps up the stairs, knowing that Keigo recently came back from work too, you tried to keep it down in case he was asleep.

Your hand was about to twist the knob until a groan reached your ears.

Your heart sank as the worst-case scenario played in your mind. You could also hear the sound of skin slapping, hurried and sloppy thrusts becoming loader and loader as you focused on them.

"Y/N, please m-moore,c'mon make me cu-uhm, please, p-please-"

Your mouth hung agape, your thighs involuntarily clenching together at the sound of your boyfriend's voice.

You finally twisted the knob, the sudden movement making Hawks vince in fear.

Once he caught sight of you in the doorway, his hands quickly reached for the blanket, struggling to cover himself, a string of curses spilling from his mouth, the toy still buried deep inside of his ass.

"Having fun there babe?" you grinned, quickly discarding your clothes on your way to your shared bed. You hovered over your boyfriend, pulling the blanket from his face.

"I-I, I was just...kinda...I hope you aren't disgusted by me, but from the look on your face, I presume you're not, uhm and you took off your clothes too so I guess that's a good sign, b-but still I-" you reached your finger up to shush him.

You raised his legs back up, making the toy slip out of his ass, followed by a hiss from your boyfriend.

The belts connected do the dildo made you smirk, working the belts around your thighs and hips, tightening the material between your folds too.

"How long were you hiding this birdie?" you questioned, your hand gliding over the toy now tightly strapped on you.

"Weeks...months...I don't know. I just...didn't know if you would be into it"

Eventually gaining some of his courage back, Hawks pulled you by your arm, making you fall against his chest, his hands finding your cheeks as he smashed your lips together.

Your fingers trailed his hips, scratching your nails over the surface of his soft skin, making him gasp in your mouth.

You broke the kiss, your tongue lulling out of your mouth as you gasped for air.

Keigo grabbed a hold of your chin, placing the pad of his thumb over your tongue, gliding over the slimy surface.

Your wondering hands ghosted over his hole, the grip on your jaw tightening once your fingers dipped into him.

Saliva trailed down your lips and onto his chest, his thumb still keeping you from closing your mouth.

His cock was now painfully hard, throbbing against his navel and twitching slightly each time you slammed knuckles deep into his ass.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, the grip on your face rough and painful.

His hand was about to get a hold of his aching member, only to be slapped away by your hand, your fingers leaving his ass as you raised to your knees.

"Hey birdie, you're not being really fair here, aren't you?" you complained, gliding your index finger over the tip of his swollen cock.

The strap of your dildo was now drenched in your slick, your pussy swallowing up the material of the belt.

"Sit on my face, p-please" Hawks pleaded, his eyes glistening once you trapped his head between your thighs, your pussy directly over his face, his mouth watering at the sight of your cunt clenching the material of the strap hungrily.

He pushed your ass down, almost suffocating himself as he latched onto your cunt.

His legs were still wide open for you, his hips shuddering each time you heard him swallow around you.

You leaned down over him, his cock grinding over your tits as you slid down to his ass.

You dipped your head between his tighs, your tongue burying deep inside of his hole.

The hum from his mouth sent vibrations through your cunt, Keigo's nails digging into your flesh as he made you ride his face.

The friction of your tits rubbing against his cock made Keigo push his hips up into you, your tongue trying to follow his thrusts.

"Hmph, I...c-hummin' "

His hand gripped the belt between your legs, his tongue fiercely pushing into your cunt, the friction of the belt, the spurts of his hot cum coating your tits causing your cunt to clench around him, the knot in your belly snapping loose as you came on his face.

You struggled to go catch your breath, raising your head up, collecting some of the mess from your tits.

You sat on your heels next to Hawks, his eyes bearly open, a blissed-out expression on his face.

"Look at this filthy mess, you made mommy all dirty..."

His mouth dried up, swallowing around the lump in his throat. The look on your face was dark and focused, trailing your cum coated fingers to your boyfriend's ass.

"Will you take it? Will you let mommy fuck your cum into you? Hmm?"

Hawks bit his lip, trying his hardest to speak up, his lungs still struggling to regain the much-needed air.

He nodded his head, slowly rising on his hands and knees for you.

You positioned between his legs, covering the rubber toy in thick cum, your hips angling up as you rubbed it over his hole.

The toy sank in with ease, a groan escaping your boy's lips.

You smothered your hands over his back, stopping at his shoulders as you squeezed them, snapping your hips forward, your hold on him stopping him from tumbling forwards.

"Fuck, f-fuhk, fuck, mommy yes, hghm, please, Y/N" you set an unforgiving pace, plowing in and out of his ass, pulling him against your chest, his hands grasping the belts on your hips for support.

"Good birdie" you mumble against his neck, nibbling below his ear, Your fingers wrapping around his neck, making him feel dizzy and fucked out.

"Slow down, ple-eahs, I don't, I don't wanna cum yet, nonono...too fa-ah~, fuck" your free hand reached for his cock, grasping it in your hand.

"Shhh, you look so pretty when you cum birdie, let mommy see again? Can you do that for me? Can you cum in my hand like a good little slut?"

Your thrusts never faltered, your pussy throbbing at the sight of your boyfriend blabbering half coherent words, his eyes rolling back into his head and his cock fucking into your hand.

Your thrusts became sloppy when his hips shuddered desperately, your boy going feral, burring his cock in your fist and trying to push himself deeper onto the soaked toy at the same time.

"Th-here, Y/N, gonna cum, gonna...right there" you moved the hand from his neck to his hair, tugging his head back so you could push your tongue in his mouth.

A strangled whine ripped through his throat, with one final flick of your wrist, his cock throbbed in your hand, pulsating as waves of cum leaked down your fist.

You pulled out, the mix of his first release and your spit gushing out of his ass.

You pushed your boyfriend down onto his back, unbuckling your strap and throwing it next to you.

Keigo's eyes snapped wide open once you slid your cunt over his spent cock.

"You made your mommy so wet birdie, don't tell me you can't take her pussy now..." you scolded, wiping away the tears from your overwhelmed boyfriend's face.

"I can, I can, I can make mommy feel good, I can I promise! God, thank you, thank you" you felt him place his cock at your entrance, pushing in slowly.

You slammed yourself down, his cock balls deep in your cunt, he wrapped his arms around you, sitting up at the edge of the bed, pulling you with him.

He buried his face in your tits, his hips angling up to fuck in and out of you.

"It hurts mommy, I-I, no, I have to make mommy feel good, I gotta, I-" He felt like the head of his sensitive member burned each time your pussy convulsed around him.

"You're doing so well birdie, you're gonna make mommy cum so good, you're so hot like this, you're gonna make me cream all over you" your hand slid down to your clit, rubbing vigorously over the sensitive nub.

You met his thrusts each time, pushing him deeper and deeper into you, his cock painfully stretching you out. It was like it was made for you and your pussy only, the ridges of it rubbing against the soft patch of flesh inside of you.

"Cum, please cum, please, Y-Y/N"

Soon enough you clamped around him, your cunt spasming as you rode him, his arms tightening around you as you threw your head back.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you, almost water-like cum spilling out of your hole.

"No more, please, no more, I c-can't, please" you hummed to yourself, rising to your feet, a look of adoration plastered on your face as your boyfriend fell back onto the mattress.

"I'll clean you up honey, you can doze off" you mumbled, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles.

You strolled to the bathroom, soaking a towel in warm water, cleaning yourself first before going back to your bedroom.

You watched your boyfriend's chest rise and fall, quiet snores coming from his mouth.

You cleaned him off gently, careful to not disrupt his sleep. You tossed the towel into the laundry basket, coming back to the bed and laying down next to him.

You had no idea you had it in you.

You snuggled up against him, kissing his cheek before pulling the covers over the both of you. He draped his arm over you, putting all of your weight on him, placing his lips at the top of your head.

You'll do it again. For sure.

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goldenkirstein · 3 years ago

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the haze of your glimmer

— part of bun's polaroid collab

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pairing: mikasa x fem! reader

wc: 3.2k+

cw: smut (18+ minors DNI), cheating, slight coercion & dubcon, reader has female anatomy, degradation, fingering, oral (f! recieving), praise, biting, spit, slight nipple play.

a/n: ty @fiaficsxo for beta-reading <3 and ty @peachy-momos for letting me join the collab !!

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smut under the cut

2 pm, female client. She wants pictures to surprise her fiance with, bringing in his shirt and other pieces along with accessories, comfortable with nudity.

The details of the post-it note your assistant had left you earlier flashed in your mind as you observed the meek woman standing at the front door.

This is her first boudoir shoot!

Dressed in a modest jeans and a -shirt, the raven-headed woman looked unassuming as her eyes moved around the studio. You cleared your throat, and her focus immediately shifted to you.

“Mikasa Ackerman, right? I think you’re my two pm appointment. It’s nice to meet you; I’m the photographer that’ll be working with you today” You gave her a kind smile and continued to introduce yourself. She quickly nodded, walking over to the front desk at which you were sitting.

You stood up from your seat, watching as she fidgeted with the strap of her duffel bag, “Sorry, I’m a little nervous; I’ve never really done anything like this before.” A slight blush tinted her cheeks as she spoke — she was a pretty thing, no denying that.

“Of course, It’s normal to be a little nervous, but rest assured, I’m going to do my best to make you feel as comfortable as possible.” Mikasa’s shoulders relaxed as she listened. “My assistant told me a little about you, but I’d like to talk to you a bit more before we start.” She gave you a tender smile and nodded, making the heat rise to your cheeks.

Brushing off the feeling quickly, you led her to the back of the studio, opening the sliding door to reveal the setup for the shoot. She gaped at the sight of the large king-sized bed placed in the center of the room, covered by a sheer pink canopy that glittered under the studio lights.

“It’s so–I’ve never–” She turned to face you, a look of amazement clear in her eyes. You giggled at her expression, but a sense of pride mixed with something else you couldn’t tell filled your chest as you watched the young woman.

“I was unsure about doing this, but this setup is beautiful.” Your breath hitched at the praise she was giving you.

“I’m glad you followed through”

Gesturing her to sit on the couch in the corner of the room, you sat next to her and began to explain the details of the shoot. However, your eyes kept glancing down at her lips. She had been chewing on her bottom lip; the action wasn’t intended to be suggestive, probably a habit, but with the way her soft, plump lips looked and the way she would nod after everything you would say had your mind reeling.

“Are you okay?” Mikasa furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at you with worry. Clearly, she had taken notice of the way you were tripping over your sentences.

“Y-yeah, the lights are making it a little hot. D-do you want anything to drink?” Her expression softened, but there was still a hint of confusion laced in her voice as she quietly asked for a glass of water.

Standing up from the couch, you slid open the doors and walked over to the mini-fridge next to the front desk, grabbing a bottle of water.

You squeezed your eyes shut, reminding yourself that this was a client and that you should maintain an air of professionalism. However, as you walked back to Mikasa, your mind couldn’t help but wander to the thought of how she would look sprawled out on the cotton sheets, bare and exposed for you. Shaking your head to rid yourself of the images taking space in your head, you tried to control your erratic breathing before presenting yourself to Mikasa.

What you hadn’t expected to see when you stepped past the doors was Mikasa holding up different lingerie pieces in her hands.

Her eyes met yours, and she smiled sweetly before innocently lifting up two different pieces of the lacy fabric, “Which one do you think should I try on first?”

You sharply inhaled, blinking at the woman sitting in front of you. “Black. Um, black lingerie always photographs well.” The water that had condensed on the bottle began to drip down your hand, making you shiver as you responded.

This is a client. Remain professional.

Swallowing thickly, you stepped over to hand the bottle of water to Mikasa, a soft smile etched on her face as she reached out to grab it from you. The soft pads of her fingertips grazed over your fingers as you handed her the bottle. Her gentle touch was enough to get your heart racing.

For a brief moment, the both of you held on to the bottle, neither pulling away. Mikasa’s lips parted as she lifted her heavy lashes to gaze up at you before quickly pulling her hand away and muttering a small thank you.

“I-it’s no problem.” You wet your lips, wiping your palm on your jeans, “um, if you’re ready, we can start now.”

Her eyes widened, mouth opening and closing as if she were a fish out of water, “Do, do you want me to get naked?”

You choked on your spit, her words causing you to raise your eyebrows, “F-fuck. No. I mean, no, you don’t have to just yet.” Nervously chuckling, your initial shock died down, and you watched Mikasa’s face turn a bright red.

How were you going to get through this without bursting a fuse?

“Oh yeah. Of course not. Is there anything you want me to wear?” She waved her hands around anxiously, your eyes being drawn to the giant diamond on her ring finger shimmering as it caught the light.

“I think let’s start with the black teddy and wear your hus–fiance’s shirt on top.” Walking over to your desk, you busied yourself by fiddling with your camera, glancing up at Mikasa as she stepped behind the room divider to change.

You bit your lip, staring down at the lens, hoping to steady your breathing. Wetness gathered in your panties the longer you thought about Mikasa standing barely naked a mere couple of meters from you. She was making it hard for you to complete your job.

Her soft voice calling out your name broke you out of your thoughts. Turning your head, the breath was knocked out of your lungs as you took in the sight in front of you.

There she stood, scantily clad, the white button-up slipping from her shoulders. Mikasa chewed the inside of her cheek as she watched your eyes trail down her frame. There was a certain hunger in your look, and despite her fingers itching for her to cover up her body, she couldn’t deny that a tiny part of her enjoyed the way you were shamelessly raking over her figure.

“How do I look?” The simple question broke you out of your trance as Mikasa timidly brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Gorgeous, stunning, perfect.

“Good. You look good.”

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The faint clicking of the camera filled the room as you walked around the bed, taking pictures of the woman who laid in the center.

“You’re doing great; for the next one, I want you to place a hand over your chest softly.” The white button-up had been discarded, leaving Mikasa in the lace teddy, which did little to conceal her skin.

She silently nodded and slowly brought her hand up from her side, fingers grazing over the black lace donning her body, eyes staring into the camera’s lens.

Her newfound confidence made you gulp as you observed the woman, your face hidden behind the camera. Slowly lowering it, her eyes locked on yours, and you swear you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Mikasa was looking up at you, her half-lidded eyes darkening with want; the tension was getting unbearable to tolerate.

“Where should I put my hands?” Her voice was breathy as she spoke, hair messy and strewn about on the sheets.

“Place them on your che-”

“I need your help. Please.”

You pursed your lips before setting your camera down on the side table. Mikasa’s lips curved into a small smile as the bed sank under your weight as you crawled over to her.

Carefully you took her hand in yours, the feeling of her skin against yours making goosebumps rise on your arm. You tried not to stare at the curve of her breasts, the soft, supple flesh spilling out of the edges of the frilly lingerie. However, with where you were guiding her hands to, it was difficult to ignore.

Your breathing was getting more strained as you delicately posed her fingers on the round of her breast, and a soft sigh fell from Mikasa’s lips.

“Are you nervous? I can feel your heartbeat.” She peered up at you, hand still in your grip. Once again, her lips parted; this time, her tongue peeked out, sweeping gently over her bottom lip before she caught it in between her teeth.

She arched her back slightly, leaning into your touch, a gasp tumbling from her mouth as her fingers grazed over her clothed nipple.

“Mikasa-”

Her thin fingers grasped onto your wrist as she released her hand from your grip, placing it directly on her tit. Without thinking, you lightly squeezed, making her hiss.

“Mikasa, we shouldn’t, this is-”

“I want you. I want you to touch me.” She directed your hand down her body, your breath hitching once she placed it in between her legs, her clothed cunt soaking wet.

“This isn’t a good idea.” You tried bringing your hand up, but your fingers brushed over her sensitive nub making her moan; Mikasa’s eyes were blown out with lust as her chest rose and fell rapidly. “You know what, fuck it.”

You brought your hand up, reaching behind her head to pull her up slightly before leaning down yourself. Your lips grazed over hers, and you could feel her dark lashes fluttering shut against your cheek as you pressed your lips against hers.

She moaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to grip your shirt, pulling you closer. Parting your lips, you swiped your tongue over her bottom lip, to which she opened her mouth. You licked into her mouth faintly before capturing her lip between your teeth and tugging lightly.

You laid her back down, your hand travelling on its own accord to cup her needy cunt, making her arch her back, pushing her tits flush against your chest.

“So fucking gorgeous.” Smiling, you broke away from the heated kiss leaving behind a trail of spit connecting the both of your lips together.

Pressing a couple of kisses along her jaw, you worked your way down to her neck. Using your free hand, you tugged at the strap of the bodysuit before letting it snap back on her shoulder, making Mikasa whine. She made quick work of her hands, lowering the straps of the teddy, allowing her tits to fall out freely. Cupping one breast with your palm, you latched on to her nipple, flicking it with your pointed tongue before circling the hardened nub. Mikasa squirmed on the sheets, her hands gripping them tightly, knuckles turning white as soft mewls fell from her lips.

“More. I want more.” You released her nipple from your mouth with a pop, the swollen bud slick with your spit. Her eyes glistened as she pleaded for more of your touch.

You dragged a finger down her panties, making her whimper, “This what you want? Hmm? Barely even know me, and you’re already acting like a bitch in heat.” Your words made her toes curl as your fingers worked her clit.

Sitting up, you got a good look at the woman underneath you, her chest heaving, lips swollen and red lipstick messily smeared around her mouth.

“Take this off.” Removing your hand from her pussy, you watched as she whined at the sudden loss of contact. Your gaze hardened, and she quickly obeyed your instructions, shimmying out of the black bodysuit, leaving her bare in front of you.

She looked better than you imagined.

You tore your eyes away from her body for a couple of seconds before they settled on the small polaroid camera on the side table.

You were the artist, and she was the muse.

Crawling over to the table, you grabbed the camera, pressing a couple of buttons, before the familiar whirring of it signalled that you had brought it to life.

“W-what are you doing?” Whipping your head around, Mikasa was now sitting up fully; her chest tinged a soft pink as confusion laced her voice.

“What? You’re gonna get shy on me now? I just wanna show you how beautiful you look. Are you going to let me do that?” You purred out, a mischievous grin painting your face as you spoke. She furrowed her brows before obediently nodding, the action making your insides stir with excitement.

Climbing back over to her with camera in one hand, you used your other to lie her back down. Spreading her legs open, you saw her tight hole clench around nothing, desperate to be fucked by your fingers.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Dragging a finger up her glistening slit, you watched as she shivered under your touch.

You raised your finger, pushing it past her lips, resting it on her tongue as she diligently sucked. A gasp left your mouth as she hollowed her cheeks around your digit. “My turn to taste, baby.” She released your finger, and you took hold of her chin with your index and thumb, tilting her face upwards before you slid your mouth against hers. You moaned into the kiss; her taste was still present on her lips.

She broke away from the kiss first, her dark eyes staring into yours, ridden with lust. You shifted your body so that you were straddling her, your knees next to her hips. Then, bringing the camera up to your face, you angled the tiny viewfinder till her tits came into focus, making sure to cut out her face, except for her lips. Mikasa squeezed her eyes shut when she heard the click of the camera, waiting for the bright white flash to subside before opening them.

“God, you look better than anything I’ve ever seen.” The small polaroid developed as you shook it in between your fingers before placing it on the edge of her bed alongside the camera.

You moved down her body, slipping her legs over yours so that her thighs rested on yours, “I want you so bad.” Mikasa desperately whined out for you.

“Where do you want me, doll?” You languidly traced patterns on her plush thighs; from where you sat, you could see her pussy weep, her clit sore and aching for your touch.

The young woman turned her head, huffing out in annoyance. She wasn’t used to using her words, “Come on, princess, I won’t touch you till I hear you say it.”

“T-touch my pussy.” You chuckled at her embarrassment as the words fell from her lips. She turned to face you, eyes slowly meeting yours. For a moment, the shy innocent girl that you had met a few hours ago had returned.

You shimmied down till you were eye-level with her glistening sex, peering up at her, you blew on her clit.

“Aah, feels good.” She choked out a moan as you began to place sloppy kisses on her inner thighs, nibbling and biting at the flesh, your hands holding both of her legs apart.

You licked a tentative stripe up her slit, making her back arch in pleasure. Bringing your hands closer to her cunt, you spread her pussy apart with your thumbs. You teased her leaking hole, which made her squeal. A mix of your spit and her slick coated your chin and mouth as you sucked on her sensitive lips, nose burying further into her sweet cunt.

Mikasa tried to stifle her moans as she leaned up on her elbows, head thrown back in pure bliss. Sinful sounds filled the room as you slurped and licked up her juices. You pinched her thigh, making her look back at you. Her eyelids were heavy as she tried to focus on you, writhing on the sheets when she felt you flatten your tongue against her swollen nub.

“Fingers, need your, s-shit, fingers.” You moaned in response, sending vibrations through her body. Latching around her clit, you began to suck, your fingers coming to prod at her tight hole. Waves of pleasure spread throughout her body, fire pooling in her stomach.

Testing the waters, you pushed a finger past the tight ring of muscle, her cunt already sucking you in, removing your mouth from her clit; you looked down at your finger disappearing inside of her dripping hole.

Mikasa bucked her hips up when you curled your finger, hitting her sweet spot, “You like that? Fuck, look at you, squirming from just one finger. Tell me, does your fiance touch you like this?” You bit at the fat of her thigh, making her groan out your name, “Answer me.”

“N-no, mmph–no, they don’t.” Her thighs were trembling at this point, orgasm quickly approaching.

Letting out a breathy laugh, you slipped another finger inside her sopping cunt, hissing at the tightness. You continued to thrust both fingers in her pussy, before curling them up to rub against the ridged spot that made her scream. The hilt of your palm ground against her sore clit, and Mikasa brought her hand down, wrapping her fingers around your wrist, holding it there.

Sitting back on your haunches, you leaned back to grab the camera with your free hand. Mikasa whimpered when she saw you, but she was too far gone to care — the only thing on her mind was the tightening coils in her abdomen threatening to snap.

“Holy fuck.” You watched her face contort in pleasure as her climax hit her through the viewfinder. Trying your best to focus the camera, you hastily took the picture, fingers continuing to pump in and out of her. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, thighs trembling, body teeming with pleasure, as she rode out her high. She was so lost in her euphoria that she hadn’t noticed that you had taken a photo.

You slid your fingers out of her cunt, eyes glued to the way were glistening with her juices; you sucked them clean before grabbing the polaroid, shaking it as it developed. Mikasa’s eyes were still screwed shut, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Leaning closer, you placed a couple of kisses on her sweat-slicked collarbones, her eyes flickering open, slowly blinking at you.

“You feel okay? Want some water?” Tilting your head, you observed the woman as she tried to think of a response.

“U-uh, yeah. That was, yeah, amazing” Mikasa brought her hand up to rub at her eyes and tried to sit up. Her voice was hoarse as she spoke. You pressed a quick kiss on her shoulder.

“It was.” You grinned at her, and got off the bed before realizing the polaroid was still in your hand. The picture had developed, and you stared down at it, biting your lip at the sight. She looked at you confused, fiddling with her engagement ring. You tossed the picture on the bed, and she scrambled towards it, eyes widening when she saw it.

Chuckling, you stepped away from the bed, walking away from the flustered Mikasa, shooting a wink in her direction, “I think we got some good shots in today, don’t you think so?”

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malfoysstilinski · 4 years ago

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Hi!!!! Can I request a Draco Malfoy smut where the readers gives him a blowjob before the game, and they fuck after?

rewards | DRACO MALFOY (smut)

PAIRING: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: public sex, degradation kink, oral sex (both receiving), spitting, hair pulling, rough sex, probably more.

AN: sorry it’s been a while. nothing’s wrong, i’m just lazy :)

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK/POST TO OTHER PLATFORMS.

“Calm down, Draco,” you murmur, running your hand across your boyfriend’s shoulder as he curses out Potter one more time. “You’re a far better Seeker than Potter. One of the best Slytherin’s ever had. The team would be nothing without you.”

Draco sighs, running a hand through his blond hair. It flops back onto his forehead immediately, soft and shiny from the lack of product in it. He never puts any gel in when he plays, knowing the wind and sweat will only mess it up later. You prefer it this way— natural and soft so you can run your fingers through it easily if you want.

“I hate him,” Draco grits his teeth. “I really do.”

“Fred and George were bluffing,” you refer to the way that they had previously been mocking Draco before the Gryffindors entered their changing rooms. “He won’t beat you.”

“I know,” Draco states, though he doesn’t sound as confident as he usually does.

You know how you could get some adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Draco’s lost in thought as he adjusts his Slytherin jersey in the mirror inside the changing room you’d snuck into. The rest of his team mates were already dressed and hanging around some benches, so you’d grown worried when you realised Draco was still inside.

You take his moment of distraction to smooth your hand down his strong arm. Draco glances at you through the mirror, eyes darkening at the realisation of what you’re doing when you purposely trail your fingers back up his arm lightly. Your eyes meet his in the mirror.

“Y/N...” he warns.

“You have fifteen minutes until you have to be out there,” you say, gliding your hand back up his arm. “Give me seven— max.”

Draco’s brows raise slightly at your proposal and he turns so he doesn’t have to watch you through the mirror anymore. Your other hand now moves to his other arm, but instead of doing the caressing game on it to get him all hot and bothered, you grab him and move him backwards.

Draco feels the back of his legs hit the wooden bench behind him and he drops down onto the seats. Your hand grabs his chin, fingers gliding across his strong jaw as you forced him to look into your eyes.

Your leg pushes his even further apart and you slowly fall down onto your knees, his silver storms studying your every move. Hands smooth out his trousers, and then grab his knees as you lean up, pressing your lips against his. He sloppily kisses back as your fingers trace back to the zipper of his trousers, undoing them.

As you manage to pull his dick out of his underwear, Draco’s hand twists into your hair, pulling slightly when you start to jerk him up and down, feeling him harden to his full potential. His lips continue to work against yours until your thumb swipes over his tip, coming back sticky with precum, and that’s when he tugs your hair back roughly.

You whimper at the pain, looking up at the sneering look on his face.

“That’s a minute gone,” he warned, “You should be spending the rest it far more usefully.”

His hand shoves your head down, closer to his cock. It twitches slightly as your mouth closes over the top of it, your tongue flattening as you use the tip of your muscle to run across his shaft whilst you suck.

“Fuck,” he hisses, “See? Much more effective when you use your mouth on other places.”

You don’t reply, you’re too busy ensuring that Draco’s mind is blown. Your hand that had been previously gripping his thigh moves to the base of his cock, and you jerk it up and down as you spit down his length, using your saliva to slick him up.

Draco’s hand scrunches in your hair harder and his head tilts back, jaw clenching. He swears he can see stars as his hand shoves you down further, hearing and feeling you gag around him. Your eyes water and you breathe through your nose the best you can as you bob your head up and down.

You pull off of him after three minutes. “Please use me, Draco,” you beg him, reaching down and moving you hand beneath your skirt. “Fuck my face like I’m just your toy.”

“You are just my toy,” Draco spits as he stands, grabbing the sides of your head and sliding his cock back into your warm mouth. “It’s all you are, all you’ll ever be. You’re such a useless slut- your only purpose is to make me cum.”

He pulls out of your mouth but before you can close it, he grabs you by your cheeks and squishes your face together. As he gives you room to open your lips, Draco spits directly into your mouth and then thrusts his cock back inside.

“Mhmmm,” you moan around him, the vibrations causing Draco to pick up the pace as he thrusts in and out of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

Your choking sounds and the wet noises of your throat only drive him to go faster, knowing for a fact that your throat will be wrecked after this. But you willingly let him.

Draco smacks your arm. “Stop touching your pussy. Toys don’t get to cum. Only if I say so.”

You obey and peer up at him as he continues to thrust into you. When Draco looks down and your eyes meet, you feel him twitch again inside your mouth and you know he’s done. A loud groan escapes his lips, his head throwing back and his cum spurting from his tip. It goes straight down your throat as he thrusts lazily, grip tightening on your hair. You swallow it all.

Draco breathes nearly as heavily as you as he pulls his cock out of your mouth. He glances down when he’s recovered, finding you with mascara beneath your eyes, lips swollen and hair messy, cheeks flushed. Some of his cum had managed to land on your bottom lip.

He reaches down, his thumb swiping it off before he shoves it into your mouth. You suck eagerly, making Draco smirk.

“Good slut,” he says, “You’ll be rewarded for staying truthful to your word.” He looks down at your watch. “Six minutes. A minute earlier than you promised.”

You fight the urge to smirk. By now you know Draco and what he likes like the back of your hand.

“For now, I have a game to win.”

Draco didn’t lie. He caught the Snitch before Harry could, Slytherin beating Gryffindor by a landslide. Fred and George were left displeased, but Draco was as smug as ever. He waited in the changing rooms for all of his team mates to get changed and leave, his back to you when you finally peel open the door and step inside.

He’d slid off his jersey, leaving himself in just his trousers. You breathe out at the sight of his pale back, the muscles rippling as he reaches up and runs a hand through his sweaty blond hair. Draco turns to face you, face lifting into a smirk.

“I believe a congratulations is in order,” you smile proudly, ignoring the dampness in your underwear that had been there since before the game. Watching him soar across the pitch like a God hadn’t helped either. Or his words from before.

You wrap you arms around his neck, looking up into his silver eyes. His hands land on your hips, tugging you closer to him.

“Well, it’s all thanks to you, darling...” he says, hand moving to caress your cheek and brush the hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “And the motivation you gave me beforehand.”

“Hm?” You smile innocently.

“I believe I owe you a reward,” Draco says, “For making me cum. For being Slytherin’s biggest slut.”

“Draco,” you breathe, feeling a wave of arousal rush through you.

“Bend over the bench.”

You do what he tells you to do, sticking your ass up into the air slightly so your school skirt barely covers your lace knickers. Draco makes a sound of approval at the sight, his large hand brushing your ass and hooking onto your pants. He tugs them down to your ankles and brushes your skirt up, sending a swift smack to your ass.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, “Such a fucking perfect sight.”

“Draco, please,” you whine.

“Please what?” He demands.

“Please touch me,” you plead with him. “Make me cum.”

Draco’s behind you then, his finger swiping up your wet heat and collecting all of your arousal. He makes the usual comment about how wet you are, attempting to humiliate you, but you just agree eagerly.

“All for you,” you say.

“All for me, hm?” Draco murmurs as his fingers start to rub circles on your swollen clit. “Tell me more.”

“I couldn’t stop imagining this during your game,” you admit, whining when two of his fingers suddenly hook inside of you, curling up and hitting your walls. “I was clenching around nothing. Wishing it was you though.”

Draco thrusts his fingers in and out faster and rougher, your whines growing louder and a wet sound filling the empty changing rooms.

“Oh, yeah? What part of me?” Draco hums, “My fingers or my cock?”

“Your cock,” you cry out when he thrusts at your g-spot, your legs clamping together.

Draco smacks your ass and pries your thighs apart, pulling his hand away from your soaked heat. You nearly cry in disappointment, the tightening feeling in your stomach vanishing.

“You’ve been a good girl today, I suppose you deserve it,” Draco agrees, “Stand up. Remove your jumper and bra.”

You peel off the Slytherin jumper you’d been wearing in support of your boyfriend and then unhook your bra like he told you to. Draco reaches out and palms your breasts, tweaking painfully at one of your nipples and making you cry out.

He kicks up his jersey off of the ground and slides it over your head, your hard nipples peaking through it. He gropes at you underneath his green jersey.

“You look so fucking hot,” he hisses before he grabs your hips and turns you, slamming you up against the lockers.

Your cheek is pressed against the locker and you breathe heavily as his large hand reaches around to shove your bottom half our further. Your ass presses up against his erection as he pulls it out of his trousers again, sliding the tip up and down your soaked heat from behind.

“C’mon then, whore,” Draco demands roughly, “Don’t hold back. Show me how much you appreciate my cock in your worthless hole.”

He suddenly shoves into you. You immediately whine, clawing at the lockers you’re pressed against as Draco pulls out nearly all the way before slamming back inside. He does it again and again, slowly and teasingly at first just to listen to your pleads and moans, and then his hands move to grip your shoulders.

He starts to pound hard into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the changing rooms whilst he bites down on his bottom lip and works on thrusting as hard and fast as he possibly can.

“Dr-Draco!” You cry out. “You’re so— ah! You’re so fucking huge.”

“You were made for me,” Draco hisses against your ear from behind you as he doesn’t slow down the relentless fucking. “This pussy is mine. Mine to pleasure, mine to take from.”

“It’s yours,” you whine in agreement. “All yours.”

He reaches around and starts to rub against your clit. You scream as he uses his other hand to shove your face further into the locker. The pain mixes with the pleasure and has you trembling around him, crying out from a mixture of his cock sliding in and out of you and his slender fingers abusing your clit.

“Cum,” Draco orders, “Cum, you useless slut, or I will and then you won’t get to. Not until tomorrow.”

Draco smacks your clit and you shudder around him, crying out his name as your walls clench his cock unforgivingly. You pulsate, withering and clawing, your body jerking uncontrollably from between the lockers and Draco. Your orgasm is so intense that Draco has to shove you harder against the green lockers to stop his thrusting cock from slipping out of your drenched heat.

When you come down from your orgasm, panting and crying, Draco gives one more thrust and hisses your name, his cum suddenly flooding your walls. You moan as he gives a few more jerks.

“Yeah, take my cum, slut,” Draco pants, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

He eventually slides out of you, the two of you smiling slightly and covered in sweat. Draco runs a hand through his soaked hair and pulls himself back into his underwear and trousers. You slide your skirt back down so it’s covering you.

“That was amazing,” Draco murmurs, “Thanks for... well, distracting me before the game.”

You smirk and press a kiss to his lips. “Thanks for distracting me after the game too.”

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apocalypticgargoyle · 4 years ago

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𝘼𝙐𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

i wanted to use this picture so badly but I knew it would ruin the mood.

∘ request(s):

"ayo? they’re not sleeping with anyone else??? does that mean???? raw??? w edgy karl????????

"ooooo i’m lacking in edgy karl content😩 for the next one could you do one where maybe the reader is being a brat and karl puts them in their place? if that makes sense?"

"Ever since I read your edgy Karl x reader I been getting massive brainrot where reader is just questioning their relationship and Karl is just dismissive about it. It feels great to get that off my chest. 😭"

∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (18+ minors dni), smut, prostitution (sort of), drinking, Todd the frat boy, crude/suggestive language, degradation, asphyxiation, spitting, angst

∘ word count: ~5k

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

∘ song recommendation: Come Here by Dominic Fike

a/n: y'all really drive this series oml. thank you to all your requests! should I do song recs on these or is that dumb? happy reading :)

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You adjusted your dress, attempting to not look as unkempt as you felt. Your hair had luckily survived the bus ride to Karl’s, yet your clothing was wrinkled from being smashed against various girls with the same destination in mind. You scoffed to yourself as you leaned against the side of the house, tugging your heel into a more comfortable position as one of the women in the group knocked on the large door.

It felt like there was always some random party blaring out of the windows, so you were surprised to be mixed into an excited group of girls waiting to be invited in by one of the Brothers. The only time when you’d been over to visit Karl and there wasn’t some kind of celebration of a random event was directly before spring break.

A nameless member dressed in a tux answered the door and you bit back a laugh as he welcomed everyone into the foyer. As you scanned the crowd for Karl, you noticed the number of older people lounging about in formal attire. You furrowed your brows slightly, knowing that Todd was probably behind whatever cultist bullshit was about to happen.

You wracked your brain trying to remember if Karl had mentioned anything about the importance tonight, but knowing the two of you, he’d probably begun to tell you only for him to get distracted.

A familiar laugh drew your attention to one corner of the living room where a man who looked dangerously like Karl playfully shrugged out of the grasp of another frat member. His nails were bare and he lacked any piercings, his hair even tamed so it fell just right over his forehead. You couldn’t deny the way your mind ran absolutely feral at the view of him, as if you’d stepped into some strange alternate universe where Karl was actually Carl.

As someone else struck up the conversation in his group, he turned to look over the crowd, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. His eyes brightened as he spotted you in the mix of the group. Whoever had let you into the house handed you and the rest of the people a brochure, something you then realized most of the room was holding.

You snorted slightly as you read, “46th ANNUAL MEMBER AUCTION,” printed boldly across the front page in elegant script. Your stomach twisted slightly at the discovery. You flipped open the pamphlet, seeing a list of numbers and the names of corresponding Brothers.

Karl was 23.

“I didn’t even sign up, honestly,” a voice called in your ear as Karl leaned over your shoulder, peering at the page in your hands. His cologne was more expensive than he usually wore, made obvious by the way it complemented his natural scent with a fuller smell.

You turned slightly, nearly leaning into his warm breath above you as you moved to look at him. “Come on, let them pimp you out,” you joked, your finger underlining one of the details on the back. “It’s for the frat Karl,” you mocked, making him roll his eyes playfully. “You look awfully pretty to not have signed up,” you chided, a small amount of jealousy tugging in your chest.

He ran his tongue across his teeth, his eyes dancing with mischief as he looked down at you. “Do you want me to?”

You shrugged. “You know how loyal I am to this frat. I think it’s only right,” you continued to josh, eliciting a low chuckle from him. The smell of his whiskey hung beautifully on him. You’d be damned not to acknowledge what a catch he was.

He pulled his hand from his pocket and settled it on the small of your back, the two of you mumbling to each other as you headed towards the kitchen so he could pour you a drink. As he explained the process of the auction, your nerves started to change drastically. Luckily, your exterior kept this from Karl because you weren’t even sure yourself why you could be feeling so strongly about the event. “... Really, only the married guys get out of it without being heckled all night. It’s… I don’t know. It’s pretty lame.”

“So basically, it’s an event where the guys objectify themselves in the name of the frat." You jested, your eyes glued on his pinky ring, the only symbol of the Karl you knew. "Have you done this before?”

Karl shook his head. “I wasn’t old enough, thank God.” He leaned against the counter beside you, his back to the circulating groups of people so he was only looking at you. As he slouched, he matched your height.

You reached forward, taking the unbuttoned collar of his white shirt between your finger pads. “I’m trying to decide if I’m scared or aroused by this version of you,” you tittered, wanting so badly to feel his teeth against your skin. He smirked at you. “It’s like Wonderbread you. Like you’d have to sign a contract with me before you gave me a hug,” you teased further, making the smug look on his face twist into a laugh.

He leaned closer to you, his hand brushing to lay against the curve of your hip. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I can still rip you in half.”

You took a sip of the Brandy in your glass to hide the moan wanting to rip through your throat at the closeness of him. His lips brushed against your skin before pressing a kiss behind your ear subtly. You nudged him away from you reluctantly as Todd strolled into the kitchen, arms raised slightly as if he’d been searching the high heavens for Karl.

He moved to stand between the two of you, reaching for a decanter of a liquid you couldn’t place. Karl crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “Karl, I have been looking everywhere for you.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small pin with Karl’s number on it and nudging it towards him on the counter. “You know, it’s kind of fun that partners can’t bid because-” he paused before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his side. You let out a laugh, resting your hand against his chest as Karl’s eyes darkened at the two of you. “-Your lovebug can have me tonight then, huh?” He mocked, smirking.

“Well, technically, I’m not his partner…” you added, pretending to touch Todd flirtatiously.

Todd’s arms pulled you closer. “You know what I mean, Princess.” You snickered, pushing him off of you as he moved to lean against the sink behind you. “Come on, Karl. I’m practically handing you the opportunity to hook up with MILFs, random TAs, and sorority girls,” he begged, making Karl pinch the bridge of his nose.

“That does sound intriguing,” you chimed, making Karl giggle mildly.

Todd’s eyes lit up with a sarcasticness as if you were actually promoting the idea. “You can go instead if you want to, babygirl,” he offered, tilting his head in an action to resemble a car salesman.

You looked to Karl with raised eyebrows and he shook his head in disbelief at the stupidity of whatever banter you and Todd were striking up. “That would be fun! Please, illegally pimp me out instead. I want to be solicited-”

Todd’s hand reached out to clamp over your mouth. “Okay stop.” He straightened his tie and the pin on his lapel in the shape of a number 12. You quietly wondered who were in the top places and what they were doing to be in those spots. “Karl, you’re a legacy dick. Most of those women out there probably hooked up with your family members and are back for more of that sweet sweet Jacobs-”

Karl cut him off gruffly. “-I’ll do it if you don’t finish that sentence and never bring that to my attention again.” Todd pretended to zip his lips before pointing to the pin and walking off. You took the pin in your hands, trying to ignore the shakiness of your fingers as you pinned it onto his jacket. “You know his name is actually Mark, right? He pretended to be a Romney for his first two years here.”

You snorted. “Don’t feed me that information right now.” You wet your lips, feeling his eyes on you as you brushed your hands down his lapels. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to… I was just joking.” You chewed the inside of your cheek. “Like, we can leave if you want,” you offered softly.

Karl chuckled, moving his hands up to rest over yours. “Someone’ll pay fifty bucks to take me to some dodgy hotel for ten minutes. It’ll be okay,” he assured. “Maybe I'll have fun, who knows.” He drew you closer once again. You swore you could get drunk off the intoxicating allure of his breath. “I don’t have to if you don’t want me to.”

You furrowed your brows, suddenly worried about having that conversation with him. “If you’re okay with it, I am,” you answered quietly, sending him a small shrug.

He popped a piece of gum in his mouth, shrugging back at you.

Everyone began to gather around the grand piano in one corner of the living room. You could suddenly feel the heat of the massive fireplace against your bare legs as Karl rested an arm against the wall above you, leaning over you slightly. “How much would you bid on me, if you could?” He whispered as Todd explained some rules to the bidders.

You looked up at him reaching up to play with his lot number. You hummed slightly in mock thought. “Maybe a packet of ramen, a Speedway rewards card, and…” you trailed off before digging into your purse and grabbing a handful of quarters, “five dollars in linty coins?” You joked, sending him an innocent smile.

He bit back a laugh. “I feel like you’re the only one that knows my true value,” he quipped sarcastically.

As the auction began to kick off, men were being bought for various currencies, from picnics in the park to gala dates and etcetera. The tension in your shoulders began to cool as there were fewer ambiguous payments. The women and men that paid sums of money were the ones that worried you the most. Karl’s hand slithered up your back until he reached the back of your neck, pressing his fingers into your skin almost possessively.

You focused on the crowd, trying to notice any peering eyes cutting into Karl, but no one seemed to have the slightest clue. Karl’s fingers worked at a knot in your neck, making you want to moan at his touch. You hated being this close to him and unable to mark him as your own. He pulled you closer, pressing his lips to the skin on your shoulder that wasn’t covered by your dress. “Relax,” he whispered, heat raking through your body at the sound of his voice.

Finally, his number came up. Before the auctioneer could finish introducing him, a handful of sorority girls sparked up with heavy numbers in the air. Your eyes widened and you could feel Karl stiffen behind you at their urgency. As their bids began to grow and add zeros, your heart began to beat in your ears.

“$5000.” Your mouth grew dry as the number halted the noise in the room. Bewilderedly, you searched the room until your eyes landed on a woman in her early-50s. You couldn’t help your mouth slightly fall open. “I’d like to bid $5000,” she repeated. You downed the rest of your Brandy, letting the alcohol sting your throat and warm your stomach. As Karl’s turn closed, your mind went blank. What did I expect to happen? You scorned.

After about an hour, the bidding was over. You plastered on a smile after everyone exited the room, standing before Karl and spending the time you had left letting your mind race with emotion. “What’s wrong?” Karl asked, nudging your arm with his elbow.

You swatted him off. “You excited to spend time with your new mommy?” You chided, making him raise his eyebrows. Your voice came out a bit more condescending than you’d intended.

Something dark flitted across his expression. “Definitely.” He pressed closer to your ear again. “I bet she cums on the slow stroke,” he leered, making you inch away from him. He giggled slightly at his own joke, before noticing your quietness. “What?”

“Nothing,” you mumbled, unable to explain just how you were feeling about the situation. It was as if reality had seeped into your bones at what had happened.

Karl ran his fingers against his bottom lip as he looked at you, the skin flushing a deeper red. You’d seen the color too many times to count, but it was usually due to stimulation from you. “Don’t be like that. What’s going on?” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms softly. This seemed to only further allure him. “If you’re gonna act like a brat, I’ll start treating you like a brat,” he whispered, perking your attention. You let your eyes wander back to the ground. He took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him. His calm expression added arousal to your swimming cauldron of feelings.

You pulled out of his grasp. You bit your tongue, grasping at your thoughts and searching for what you wanted to tell him. His grey irises swirled with some kind of worry and what you could only describe as fondness. Instead, you chickened out. “Just use protection, okay?” You faltered.

His features remained quiet as if in thought. In one swift movement, his hand brushed against your jaw, pressing his lips against yours. Your whole body relaxed into his touch, your eyes closing to relish in the feeling of silent loyalty to you. As his tongue brushed against your lips, it was as if he was stating just what you meant to him. If you weren’t in the right mind, you’d moan a gracious pledge of your mutual devotion into his mouth.

He pulled away shortly, leaving you flushed and winded as he reached his thumb up to swipe away the smearing of your lipstick. “I’m in your fuckin’ pocket, remember?” He acquiesced almost emotionlessly, before dropping his hands and letting you stumble. You had to will your body not to grin at what he’d said as the woman who bid on him approached the two of you.

She shook hands with both of you talking about the thrill of the event and how she’s gone for the last couple of years. “Ma’am, he’s a virgin. Please be careful,” you noted as Karl helped her into her coat. Karl’s eyes shot daggers into you, biting back a laugh of his.

The woman giggled with her whole chest. “Oh, darling. That won’t be an issue,” she gasped as she caught her breath. You covered your mouth with your hand to hide your smile as you made eye contact with an ill-looking Karl.

You opted to head back to your apartment, eyeing the clock each time you get an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your roommate had gone out for the night, leaving you to stew in your own thoughts. As two hours passed, you were beginning to feel phantom notifications from your phone, your heart skipping with faltering hope.

As if your prayers had finally been answered, a brief knock at your door sent you jumping over the back of the couch and tugging on a hoodie before you threw open the door. Karl stood leaning against the frame and cracking his knuckles. He eyed you curiously as he noticed your urgency. His shirt was barely buttoned and untucked, hair ruffled and curling here and there. As you let him into your apartment, your mouth grew dry with anticipation. Karl slumped onto your couch, kicking his feet up on your coffee table and raising an eyebrow at you.

You wet your lips, sitting on the arm of a chair near his side of the couch. “How was it?” You asked. “Did you learn anything?”

He scoffed, humor dancing behind his eyes. “You will never guess where I was.” You furrowed your brows at him as if it wasn’t obvious. To this he shook his head, sitting up to lean his elbows on his knees, reaching forward to pull you into the empty spot beside him. “So, that woman owns an art studio downtown and she holds classes for whoever. The nail polish girl in my art class is like the right-hand man to that woman and she caught wind of the auction,” he paused to loosen a few more of his buttons. “The woman has always gone to the auction, but the girl knew I was participating this year and recommended me.”

“Okay, so… You were in an art class all night?” You probed, making him grin smugly at you.

He ran his fingers through his hair. “Not exactly.”

You snorted, leaning into the cushions and turning towards him. “They weren’t drawing you nude were they?” You joked sarcastically, the mental image proving to be almost unthinkable. His eyes shifted to his lap as he chuckled and you punched his arm. “You’re kidding!”

He shook his head, biting back a grin. “I had old dudes staring at my dick for two hours straight and trying to recreate it in charcoal.” You covered your mouth with your hand, waiting for him to reveal that he was joking. “They liked my cheekbones,” he taunted.

You huffed in disbelief. “Oh my fucking God.” Your mind was utterly blank. “So, you didn’t sleep with anyone?”

He smiled at you. “Nope. You’re still my only one.” Your cheeks flushed at this. “That being said, you were so incredibly immature earlier,” he chided, making your eyebrow perk with discontent.

“Excuse me,” you nearly hissed.

His eyes navigated your body. “Jealous little brat, honestly,” he scoffed. “Make it up to me.” You stared at him blankly, as if unable to comprehend his words. He moved his arms to rest on the back of the couch, letting his legs spread a bit further. You watched him intently as his jaw tensed, looking slightly intimidating as he eyed you. His calm expression started you, gears turning behind his eyes. “Did I stutter?” He nipped.

You climbed onto his lap, letting his hands slip beneath your hoodie as he gripped your hips, pulling you down to grind against his leg. Heat spread across your body at the friction, realizing now just how needy you’d been for most of the night. Funny how you didn’t even think of taking care of yourself without Karl there.

He tugged your collar to the side, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck, his warm breath a stark contrast to the cool temperature of the room. You felt his teeth glide over the valleys of your collarbones as if threatening to mark you as the brat you were. His brat.

His fingers dug into your skin, his knee bouncing slightly as he pushed you to increase your speed. You moaned against his shoulder, reaching the hand that wasn’t planted securely on his arm towards his belt. The clasp was almost second nature for you, considering the various places and positions you’d been in and wrestling with it.

As you slipped your hand into his pants, he groaned, bucking against your touch as if he'd been hungry for you all night. He rested his hand in the crook of your neck, roughly bringing your lips to his own. Instead of kissing you immediately, his lips brushed against yours, the smell of his breath dancing against your skin and forcing you to want him more as your hips moved to make up for the lack of his taste on your tongue.

Your hand gripped him through his boxers, earning a muffled grunt of pleasure from Karl. His eyes threatened to roll as you began to palm him, his breathing deep and needy. Curses hissed through his teeth, the sound further adding to how turned on you were. "Give me your mouth," he moaned, a demand you were more than happy to fulfill as you slipped onto your knees in front of him. Karl's hand gathered your hair as you tugged his boxers down. Your fingers traced the hem of his dress pants that ran against the inside of his thigh before attending to his arousal once again.

Then something clicked into your mind. "I've been thinking about what Todd said," you began, Karl's reaction dulling as you began to pump your hand around his dick. "About me sleeping with him," you continued, your voice dripping with a venomous innocence.

Karl twitched in your hand, his grip on your hair tightening. You moaned slightly as his eyes hardened. "Tread lightly, pet," he nearly growled. The gruffness of his voice sending goosebumps down your back. "You're on thin fucking ice already."

You looked up at him with doe eyes, crowding his lap. "I wonder if he's bigger than you," you commented.

You seemed to find the last straw rather quickly as Karl grabbed your arms, pulling you up and throwing you on the couch beneath him. "Fucking bitch," he snapped, ripping your underpants down your legs. "And here I was about to make this about you," he chuckled darkly, leaning on his knee to slip his jacket off his shoulders and discard his button-up shirt.

He grabbed your thighs, pulling you towards him before he ground his hips against yours roughly, clashing his lips against yours. He tugged on your hair tightly, tongue pressing into your mouth.

His lips left yours, pulling your hoodie over your head and throwing it across the room before digging his teeth into your chest. You moaned at his efforts, basking in the roughness of his actions. Karl pushed himself into you without warning, and without hesitation, he began to snap his hips into yours. Your thighs tightened around his waist, attempting to adjust to his speed before he hooked one of your legs in the crook of his elbow, pushing it towards your chest.

His hand moved to wrap around your neck possessively, his eyes burning into yours with a mix of lust and glimmers of the sadistic side of him that loved to see you tremble beneath his touch as he restricted your breathing, only for you to gasp for air when he allowed. "Fucking brat," he barked, pounding into you faster. "Bring him up again and I'll make your life miserable," he groaned, spitting into your mouth to illustrate his point.

You let him take his anger out on you as you fought not to grin at the pure sparks of pleasure pulsing through your veins at the view of him completely dominating you. Your eyes fluttered shut, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in an attempt not to cum from the intense stimulation, your fingers digging into the softness of the couch beneath you as you searched for something to anchor yourself.

Karl leaned back slightly, dragging a hand through his hair as he slowed his hips, his eyes glued to yours, the new angle driving him deeper into you. The view of him above you like this oddly reminded you of when the two of you went to parties and spent the night grinding against each other in the massive crowds of your peers to an unidentifiable song.

Any idiot could tell Karl could fuck by the way he danced.

Karl pressed his hips firmly against yours, bucking into you relentlessly once again, pulling your hands above your head and holding your wrists in his fist. He kissed you harshly once again, swallowing your attempts to catch your breath and dragging his teeth across your lips again.

You felt unable to control your orgasm as it raced through you, your moans echoing into Karl's mouth as your body tensed. Karl used your orgasm to ride out the rest of his own pleasure, smirking slightly at your disheveled appearance.

As the air settled, the two of you straighten up the living room, making sure to find each article of clothing so your roommate wouldn't comment. Karl sat back down on the couch, reaching an arm out for you. You raised an eyebrow at him hesitantly, with a small smirk playing on your lips.

He huffed jokingly. "Come on, I can't fuck your brains out and not hug you at least for a bit," he joshed, gesturing for you to join him.

You let out a small laugh. The man with multiple piercings, tattoos, and a glare that can insight nightmares, was always the first to ask to cuddle. You tucked into the spot beneath his arm, letting his grasp tighten around you as you wrapped a blanket around the both of you.

His heartbeat thumped against your ear, making you want to slip into a deep sleep. "I think we should set Todd up with Nail Polish Girl," you joked, breaking into the comfortable silence between the two of you. You glanced up at Karl as you said this, hoping to gauge his reaction as you silently apologized for what you'd said earlier in the name of getting him riled up.

He chuckled shortly. "We should probably straighten ourselves out before we meddle in other people's relationships," he mocked. It'd come out as a light-hearted statement, but it tugged heavily at your nerves.

You pushed yourself to sit up and look at him, suddenly anxious. "What do you mean? We're fine, right?"

Karl smirked. "Well yeah, but sooner or later we're going to have to figure out what we're doing." He wet his lips. "I mean, how much longer are we supposed to just mindlessly hook up."

"We're not mindlessly hooking up. We're friends too," you reasoned, your voice uneven as you attempted to inject humor in your statements, hoping to mask your hesitation.

He rolled his eyes slightly. "Yeah, but don't you want more? Like who do you say I am when your friends ask?" He raised his eyebrows, shortly waiting for a response before continuing. "A booty call, right? Am I supposed to be a booty call forever?"

You were taken aback slightly. His tone wasn't provocative, but that didn't stop your heart from racing. "What are you saying?"

He shrugged. "What does it sound like I'm saying?" He sat up a bit more to angle towards you. "I don't mean now, but eventually I'd like this to mean a bit more."

You stood up from the couch, nearly tripping over the coffee table as you reached for a pair of discarded sweatpants and slipped them on. "This is a lot to think about," you mumbled, unable to make eye contact with him. Your mind raced with the different outcomes of what he was talking about. Also, all of them involved the two of you going stale and him finding comfort in other people. "I mean… what we have now is good. Isn't it?"

Karl stood too, raising his hands slightly as if he were consoling a cornered animal. "I didn't mean to freak you out. I thought we were on the same page?" You rubbed the back of your neck nervously, looking for words. "I- uh. I'm sorry." His hands fisted at his sides awkwardly, his sleeves rolled to his elbows. Sirens wailed from outside your windows, the street becoming the only noise in your apartment as he awaited your next move. "I'm actually… gonna head out. I'll uh… I'll text you later," he stated, grabbing his jacket, gauging your reaction.

Your tongue felt like sandpaper as you chewed the inside of your cheek. "No, uh… I think I need some time…" you trailed, your eyes flashing to his. "... To think…"

He nodded slightly, taking one last look at you before slipping out your front door, the lock clicking shut behind him.

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pleasantanathema · 4 years ago

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Pretty Please | Porco Galliard

Paring: Porco Gallaird x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Overstimulation, begging, face sitting, ~sixty-nine~

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Thank you @present-mel and @whats-her-quirk for these yummy requests. 🥵 I just want to be so filthy with our sexy, whiny boy. My requests are closed, but I’m still working on ones still sitting in my inbox 💕

You could always get whatever you wanted from Porco Galliard. All it took was honey-sweet praise and perhaps a well-placed hand on his chest, in his hair, just little things to fluff him up, to have his ego simmering under his skin. And the most satisfying thing was taking that pride of his and turning it into little, desperate, panting whines.

He was already losing control, pink blush dusting across his cheeks and the bridge of his cute, up-turned nose.

“You like that, Pock?”

His fingers curled in your hair, the strands tightening around his knuckles.

“Don’t,” he groaned, thick neck tilting back against the pillow, “I told you not to call me that.”

But when did you ever listen to him anyways?

You smirked, flattening your tongue as you swept quick, tempting kitten licks along the pretty, swollen head of his cock. God, he was already so hard, twitching up towards his stomach as your mouth gathered what was already leaking from him. Your hand was pumping slowly around his thick shaft, a heavy vein throbbing beneath your thumb.

“Fuck, you’re always s-such a tease.”

It was true, you always reveled in being able to make him fall apart, to build him up throughout the day to only keep the tension rising once you got him alone.

He was your dirty little secret to do with as you please, though you were sure you had him convinced he was the one in control. Porco was tugging you closer, urging your hot tongue to glide farther down his cock. You indulged him, even using your cum and spit stained lips to slip along silken skin, sucking ever so gently as you leisurely played with him.

His hips bucked when you placed a soft suck at the base of his cock, so close to taking one of his plump balls into your mouth, but still not close enough.

Another guttural moan spilled from his throat, pitch turning a little higher when you finally slid the head of his cock with your mouth, cheeks hollowing for only a moment before you released him with a wet pop from your lips.

“D-don’t,” it sounded like he was out of breath, “don’t stop.”

Your grin was tugging at your cheeks, even as your tongue swirled teasing circles around his flushed tip.

“Don’t stop or what?”

“Or I’ll make it to where you can’t walk tomorrow.”

It always impressed you how long he could hang on to his pride, even when his cock was begging, weeping for your mouth.

“Sounds more like a promise than a threat,” you mumbled before sinking a few inches of him into your wet mouth.

You moaned when you heard him whimper, cock so sensitive that your tight sucking had him so, so close to that edge of euphoria that he wanted to experience. You knew it was cruel, to toy with him for so long, but nothing was more delightful than hearing Porco let out unruly whines. You couldn’t even remember how long you’d been between his legs now, long enough to make your knees ache against the mattress and your lips to be a little numb.

He pushed your head down farther, hips thrusting upward so his cock could brush the back of your throat. You sunk your fingernails into the corded muscle of his thigh, attempting to settle him back down so you could keep edging him farther.

“Mhm, you feel so good baby, take my cock so fucking well.”

Your ears burned from the praise, head bobbing up and down, fat cock pressed snugly into your cheeks. But you were still slow, deliberate, dragging your tongue and your lips at just the right pace to keep him on just the brink of orgasm.

Saliva was spilling from your lips, coating his length and making it easier and easier to slip your mouth around him, to go down just a little farther each time.

His sounds were incessant, a mixture of heavy pants and trembling, high-pitched sobs. The sweet noises resonated directly between your legs; you felt slick drooling from your pussy, felt the muscles in your lower stomach clench.

He fisted your hair angrily when you slipped his cock back out of your mouth.

“No, no, no I’m so clo—”

“The walls are thin, Pock, you need to be quiet.”

His brows were furrowed over golden eyes as he watched you shift below him, back of your hand wiping away the mess from your mouth. He unwound his fingers from your hair as you climbed over his outstretched legs to stand next to his bed.

You gripped his chin, pressing your lips against his in a quick, greedy kiss that had him groaning at the taste of his cock lingering in your mouth. Fuck, his lips felt so good, plump and hot and so comfortably melding into the movements of your kiss, slanting and sucking and whimpering.

But you quickly replaced your lips with a thigh, letting his lips ghost along your skin as you settled your hips above his face. He locked his brawny arms around your legs, eager to bring your wet cunt to his mouth.

“Can’t have you waking up everyone in the barracks with your fucking whining,” but it was you who let out a soft mewl when his tongue lapped at your clit. Fuck, his face felt too good against the flesh of your thighs, lips and tongue hungry within your folds. Strong hands were bruising against your skin, pulling your weight farther down onto his face.

If only you could tell Marley that the true power of the jaw titan was that he could eat pussy until a girl went blind with pleasure.

You smoothed your hands over his broad chest, fingers sinking into the dips of hard muscle. Your head hung low as jolts of white-hot heat spread from where his mouth was working at you, playing with you, tongue painting long, broad strokes up and down your pussy. You always knew his smart mouth would be talented.

Your vision was blurring from all the bliss, but you still couldn’t take your eyes off his dripping cock, red and angry and still begging for release against the blonde, downy hair of his stomach. Sticky pre-cum was still leaking from his flushed head, pooling into his skin as his cock bobbed and twitched at the sounds of your moans. You were so tempted to touch him, to pull and tug and tease, but you knew it would drive him wild if you left him aching.

Your hips jerked and rolled from his ministrations, bursts of pleasure spreading over your nerves like hot, rippling webs beneath your skin. Then his tongue was pressing against your tight hole, gathering all your slick onto his tongue and drinking like a man parched.

“Oh, oh fuck,” you pressed your lips together, legs starting to tremble as his tongue thrusted up inside of you, “fuck, fuck, fuck that’s so good,” it was all a messy whisper, just hot air into the dimly lit room.

But then his tongue was back to soothing over your wet hole, lapping slowly and pulling you away from the churning coil within your belly.

“Please,” his voice was muffled by your cunt, lips moving against your folds, “p-please, suck my cock.”

His cock was twitching with every plea.

You doubled over in pleasure just from his words, the shock of him actually begging into your pussy making your mouth fall open with a satisfied moan.

Your fingers skimmed over his still spit-slick cock, body leaning forward so you could trace your tongue across the throbbing veins. He was still whining, whimpering from between your thighs, so fucking ready for the release you’d been denying him. And you were getting closer with every curl of his tongue, the tip of it fast and hurried as he licked against your clit. You felt like you were on fire and drowning all at the same time, lungs struggling to take in enough air before you plunged your mouth around his cock.

You didn’t hold back this time, cheeks hollowing as you sucked him in hard and fast, head bobbing and your palm wrapping around his base. You always loved how he tasted against your tongue, salty and sweet, even though his thickness led to a sore mouth in the morning.

The noises he was making were suppressed, being soaked up by your cunt. The vibrations from his mouth only added to your building delight, made your hips become more desperate. Continuous moans of your own spilled over his cock that was now stuffed deep into your throat.

Tears were pricking at your lashes, ready to dribble down the apples of your cheeks. Your hands were grasping onto his thighs for leverage and stability, trying to keep your mind focused on pleasing him even though his mouth was driving you mad.Your nose was buried in the blonde, wiry curls at the base of his cock, bumping against his skin, filling your senses with him, with Porco. A tumble of curses were soaked into your pussy, the hands on your thighs gripping meaner as you pulled back and repeatedly sucked him deep into your throat.

You were sure that all the slurping, wet sounds were even louder than his earlier whining.

You knew he was cumming by the weak cry against your pussy, his mouth pausing for a moment as euphoria washed over his body in curt waves.

“Ah-ah, fucking...finally...”

You let his cum slide down your throat, struggling to gulp the stringy substance down in its entirety to avoid a mess. Your mouth was full of the bittersweet taste of him, his cock pulsing and throbbing against your cheeks.

The moment his spent cock fell from your mouth, strands of drool still dripping from your lips, Porco was pulling you back, pulling your weight fully onto his face as he resumed devouring you.

Fuck, you felt like you were sinking, each purposeful lick against your pussy sending you deeper and deeper into a pleasant abyss. His tongue was far too skilled; he knew exactly how to lap and kiss at you to keep your body shaking and wanting, all his attention centered around the tight bundle of nerves that had your belly tightening.

“Porco, Porco, fuck I-I’m gonna—”

You felt your orgasm spill onto his cheeks as you found your own release, ecstasy blooming from where his mouth was still relentlessly licking between your folds. Your walls were clenching and unclenching, looking for the fat cock that should be filling your needy cunt. You felt your sanity momentarily slip away, mind and body overwhelmed with the feeling of him, the taste of him still present in your mouth. Then, you were falling, you chest pressing into his stomach and your nails scraping against his thighs.

A few moments passed as you caught your breath, sore thighs still trembling on either side of his face. Finally, you rolled next to him on the bed, one hand pressed between your breasts like you were trying to catch your racing heart.

“And here I thought we were supposed to be quiet,” he chuckled, grinning as he licked your slick from his lips.

“Oh shut up.”

He leaned forward, shoulders rolling as he maneuvered himself on top of you, mouth pressing against yours with a sloppy kiss.

“Didn’t hear you complaining when my tongue was in your cunt.”

“But I did hear you begging, Pock.”

Because you always got whatever you wanted from him, and the memory of Porco whining into your pussy was something that was sure to keep you awake a little longer at night.

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emeren · 4 years ago

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heyy I love your writing and have a request! It’s pretty open ended but the synopsis is a cliche LMAO, eren x reader, the get into a fight about something stupid and then a couple days of silence, you can fill in the rest but ends in make up sex hehe :) I hope this request wasn’t too much

don’t worry, i love a good cliche!! thank you so much for this request! i had a fun time writing it, i hope you enjoy!! <3

pairing: eren x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

content warnings: 18+, smut, slight degradation

SUMMARY: after an argument, eren and the reader go several days without talking to each other, determined to outlast one another. but eren can only go so long without physical contact ;)

“oh my god,” eren’s voice was exasperated as he unlocked the front door to your shared apartment, successfully cutting you off. “i swear to god, you can be so fucking annoying sometimes.”

a scoff left your lips, his insult only furthering the anger festering inside of you. “i’m annoying? you’re the one that embarrassed me in front of all our friends.”

“i didn’t do shit,” eren hissed as you slammed the front door shut, angrily tossing the keys down on the entry table. “i made one joke and you blew it way out of proportion.”

“it literally made everyone, including myself, uncomfortable,” you crossed your arms as he ran his large hand down his face. the two of you were at it again, arguing over something insignificant. “you literally have no fucking filter! sometimes i wonder why we’re even still invited to shit!”

“oh, fuck off,” eren sneered, narrowing his eyes at you. his brows were furrowed, long hair haphazardly resting on his shoulders. he was so stubborn sometimes, nearly driving you to insanity. “you act as if i’m the only one at fault here.”

“maybe take some responsibility and stop acting like a fucking child,” you snapped, shoving past him to walk into your bedroom. eren was right behind you, determined to get the last word.

“i’m not acting like a child,” he nearly yelled, arms propped on either side of the door frame. you were beyond pissed, irritation crawling into every crevasse of your mind.

“eren, i’m done talking with you,” you said seriously, trying to avoid making things even worse with a quip remark. your words only seemed to inflate the side of him that was determined on winning every little argument known to man, his hand grabbing the door knob to yank it closed.

“you know what? fine. i’m fucking done talking to you too.”

**********

it had been three days.

three days since your argument over a joke that, in all honesty, you couldn’t even remember.

the two of you were stubborn to the point of utter silence; sharing a bed, kitchen, and bathroom without so much as a word. deep down, you knew your anger had morphed into some need to last longer than eren, and you had a feeling he was doing the same.

it was a regular wednesday night, the tv playing quietly in the background as you read a book on the couch. eren had gone out awhile ago for some unspoken reason, leaving you to relish in the peaceful atmosphere.

your newfound luxury was broken by the sound of the front door unlocking, the familiar clink of his keys on the table rattling over the muted television. you glanced up from your page, watching as eren entered the living room with a takeout bag in hand. he was wearing a sweatshirt, silently setting the bag down before sitting on the opposite side of the couch.

you heaved a breath out, subconsciously deciding to ignore him as you turned back to your book. eren just watched the tv, shuffling quietly in an attempt to get comfortable. you couldn’t help but eye the bag on the coffee table, wondering why eren hadn’t decided to start eating whatever was in there.

you were startled by the feeling of eren’s hand on the back of your head, fingers gently scratching at your scalp. you glanced over to him, but he was staring at the tv, jaw clenched. you rolled your eyes, slightly shifting on the cushion to give his arm better leverage.

eren took your movement as a sign of acceptance, scooting even closer so that your legs were nearly touching. you bit your lip, trying to seem nonchalant. your brain wasn’t processing the words on the page, eyes merely moving back and forth to give the allusion of focus.

it was as eren’s hand left your head, coming down to ‘innocently’ palm at your bare thigh, that the small thread of focus you had snapped, breath hitching. he took notice, squeezing the flesh. you loved the way his long fingers looked gripping your leg, an all too familiar ache making itself known between your legs.

your eyes trailed up from his hand, briefly meeting his teal gaze before he leaned forward, lips desperately latching onto yours. his hands flew to your waist, roughly pressing you back onto the couch.

his lips hotly melded with yours, a certain neediness behind the gesture as his teeth grazed your bottom lip. you whimpered at the bite, eren using it to invite his tongue inside your mouth. he groaned as your hand flew up to tug at his hair, aggressively grinding his hips against yours.

you weren’t surprised by how hard he was, considering it’d been three days since either of you had experienced any form of relief. the feeling of his dick rubbing against your clothed center only heightening the burning in the pit of your stomach.

eren’s lips sloppily left yours, hand lifting to yank the collar of your shirt down so that one of your breasts was exposed. he hungrily kissed down your neck, mouth latching onto your nipple as his other hand aggressively squeezed the other.

your head rolled back, fist pressing eren’s head against your chest as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. his hand left your other breast, tugging your shorts down your thighs.

his movements were erratic and rushed, mouth leaving your breast with a loud smack. he hovered above you, eyes dark and lustrous. there was a small smirk toying at his features as he leaned forward, tongue sliding along his bottom lip.

you stared up at him, heart beating. “open up, pretty.”

you did as you were told, swollen lips parting just in time for him to spit directly in your mouth. the bitter liquid slid down your throat instinctively, eren giving your side a light squeeze in approval.

he brought his two hands down to fully yank your shorts off, pressing a kiss to your lips as you tugged his sweats and boxers down.

eren sat up so that he was on his knees above you, large cock pressed against his stomach. you gripped the length, eagerly pumping it as he stared down at you. you looked up at him through your lashes, knowing full well what was coming.

eren was quick to shove you back down onto the couch, hand guiding his tip just inside your entrance. you whined at the sensation, lifting yourself to kiss him. he frowned, effectively shoving your head back down on the couch.

“ah, ah, ah,” he tutted as he shoved the full extent of his length within you, your neck craning back at the uncomfortable stretch. “i want to watch you while i fuck you.”

with that he pulled all the way out before ramming his hips against yours, a cry ripping through your chest. he was relentless, bucking desperately into you, cock nearly smacking your cervix with each thrust.

“fuckin’ pissed me off,” he grunted as he filled you to the hilt, spare hand coming down to feverishly rub at your clit. you moaned at the overstimulation, the swell in your chest growing at just how aggressive eren was being. “hm? not so quiet now, huh pretty little slut?”

you could feel your orgasm building as both his fingers and hips sped up, abusing your cunt. you closed your eyes, fully anticipating the dopamine rush. eren wasn’t quite finished yet, pulling his dick completely out of you.

your eyes snapped open at the sudden emptiness, eren staring down at you through his brows.

“not gunna fight with me anymore, right?” he asked, rubbing his tip against your clit slowly. your face was warm, eyes lidded with pleasure. eren glared at you, clearly wanting a response. “lemme hear you beg.”

“i won’t, i won’t fight with you,” you mewled desperately, slightly lifting your hips. “missed this too much. missed you too much.”

eren grinned darkly, stuffing his cock deep within your cunt once again. he pressed his body against yours for better leverage, lips by your ear. you moaned loudly as he deliberately slid in and out.

“takes her punishment like such a good girl,” he cooed, dick twitching inside of you as his thumb came back down to rub out your high. your vision grew blurry, the pit in your stomach spreading as your limbs began to tingle. your chest heaved as you rode out your release.

eren pulled out, quickly pumping his shaft, a throaty groan leaving his lips as he released his load on your face. the warm liquid dripped down your cheeks, a surprised scoff leaving your mouth.

“my face? really?” you breathed out, eren snickering as he tugged his pants back up.

“hold on, just a sec,” he leaned over the coffee table and grabbed the takeout bag, rifling through it for a napkin. you had your eyes squinted, trying not to let his cum obscure your vision. he came back over you, gently wiping at your skin. “oh, i want to apologize for how i was acting. i shouldn’t have made that joke.” he whispered.

you let out a sigh, watching his face as he cleaned you up. “i’m sorry for the things i said, too.”

eren grinned, placing a kiss on your forehead. “in that case, would you like some pad thai? i got it just for this.”

“wait,” you gasped, sitting up. “this was your plan all along?”

“well, yeah. if the makeup sex didn’t work, i was gonna win your forgiveness through your stomach,” he sneered, reaching for the bag. you held back a laugh, feigning annoyance.

“you are such an ass,” you groaned, swatting his shoulder. eren smirked at you, opening the container.

“i know.”

<3 <3 <3

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cartierbin · 4 years ago

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could i get 16 with chan and eating you out 🥵🥵

thank you for requesting baby

『 16. “fuck, you like that, don’t you?”.

pairing — chan x reader

genre — smut , movie day cuddling with chan gone wrong

word count — 1.289k 』

smut under the cut !

with overbearing hours and numerous work tasks to fill them it was safe to say that you and chan worked your absolute asses off that week. the both of you were barely home and when you were, it was much too late to do much of anything and it mostly resorted to eating a small dinner and going directly to bed. but it was a rainy weekend finally. you and chan had slept so much on your off day that you thought it was pretty comical how you both woke up at the same time that dreary saturday afternoon.

with the rain beating against every window in your apartment and thunder wavering in the darkened skies, you thought today would be more than a perfect day to finally relax and watch a film. Chan was quite excited about it also and suggested that you two watch a movie that was actually interesting. alas, the both of you settled on a marvel movie and collected blankets and snacks to sit on the couch with. the living room was dark and the size of your shared plasma tv was so inviting, your living room was quite a comfy feel especially on rainy days like this. chan was grateful for being able to spend it with you and it was quite obvious, he hadn’t unwrapped his hands from around your body ever since the movie started. you didn’t mind because he was warm and to be frank, you missed him. his head fell into the crook of your neck before he perched it up instead.

“baby I missed you. I feel like I haven’t saw you at all this week”, he admitted into the space between his face and yours. you take your eyes off the screen and instead play with his crinkly messy hair with a pout of agreement. “aw I missed you too. our work schedules were insane. but it’s alright I’m happy we get to spend time together finally”. you smiled lightly and chan did the exact same, leaning in for a small peck on your lips. once you both pulled away chan felt a tinge of disappointment at the lost. The delicacy of your lips made him realize that not only has he not been seeing you as often as he’d like but he realized he wasn’t touching you either. his eyes fall over your features, your neck was vacant. he remembered on your normal weeks he left with at least a couple of hickies from the day before. but this week your skin was free of evidence from his ministrations and he wholeheartedly felt guilty.

he pulls you closer and you think it was just a loving gesture. which it was, only chan wanted to make sure your body was in reach. he starts off latching his lips to the skin of your cheek while cupping the other with one hand, brushing his tongue along the underside of your neck. you threw your hand on Chan’s thigh with a small sigh of delight and shock. you could feel his teeth grazing ever so slightly over the tender flesh of your neck, gifting you a sanctuary of hickies and marks that you knew you’d never be able to cover. your heart sank when the both of you exchanged heated gazes for a swift moment — the moment right before he slipped his hands underneath your shirt and toyed with your nipples while sticking his tongue in your mouth. you approved it’s entrance and started sucking on it a little, a move that chan was quite fond of. his tiny groans of need were the cause behind the moisture and heat in between your legs.

he cups his hand over your clothed pussy and massages it while his lips overlapped yours, entrapping you in a sequence of saliva filled kisses that left you thoughtless for a while. he could feel you subtly grinding into the palm of his hand in need of more friction for your aching bud. “oh my god I’ve been such a bad boyfriend to you— your pussy hasn’t been devoured in days”. he spoke in a hushed tone between kisses. you whine a little at the thought, chan spoiled you with many things and frequent oral sex was one of them. it was a shame really, how long it’s been since you felt his lips on your pussy.

he wasted no time lying your body down on the couch and wrestling your pants and panties off tossing them across the room. you breathed and spread your legs wide so he could see how puffy and wet it was just for him. just for his mouth. just for his tongue. he grips the creases of your thighs and pulls you downward closer to his face. he lowers himself hovering over it just enough to gather saliva between his cheeks and spit a thick line of it over your sopping wet folds. he lowered himself yet again to clean up his mess, eyes giving a death glare to the chubby clit that was peaking up from your spongy hood. your back arches off the couch a bit at the immediate feeling of Chan’s soft lips against your most sensitive parts and the way his nose nuzzled against your pubic mound. no matter how much he ate you his mouth could never get old.

you worked your hands through his hair with the movie not even having a place in your mind anymore. Chan’s thick lips were framed deliciously against your folds, lapping up his mess made even more of a mess as gushes of slick extenuated from your hole. chan made it his mission to taste every crease, nook and cranny he could get to. your pussy was his playground and he never got tired of playing. he flat tongues the whole glistening organ, a pretty mixture of his saliva and your own juices leaking to your inner thighs. you wiggle your hips a bit and whine, throwing a hand back to grip the arm of the couch behind you. “fuck channie”. but chan never talked much during this, it was his art after all. instead he lets his tongue do the talking, sucking on the bundle of nerves just beneath your hood. chan could die like this. small satisfied groans bubble from his throat while he devours the throbbing little organ ahead of him. god chan wanted to die just like this.

the room was practically sweltering in the moment and the moist folds of your pussy was so raw and hot against Chan’s mouth. your breathy whimpers hitched their way out into the surrounding air and you rut your hips against his mouth unable to get enough. chan parts the petal lips with his hand, revealing the inner parts that begged for his attention also. upon sight he spits yet again and dug his tongue into your hole, everything sticky and adequately warm. you squirmed above him with your chest heaving in absolute bewilderment, he always devoured you as if you were the last meal he’d ever have. “channie! fuck—fuck I’m going to cum in your mouth”. your cries stroke his ego and it’s just what he needed to delve his tongue deeper into you without a care in the world for how much you could take. the finger shaped bruises he was making in your skin due to his strong grip had began to hurt, and the slurping noises overpowered the sounds from the television, unbearably obscene. the way you cried above him made him impossibly hard but he refused to touch himself during this. he loved making this moment strictly for you and his own enjoyment. you sob, vaguely recognizing the tears that were cascading down your cheeks. the pleasure overwhelming you and making you see white, an orgasm settles deep in your belly and the need to cum surpassed anything else. your pussy contracted as he continuously tongue fucked you, he was going to make you cream all over his tongue as if his life depended on it.

“fuck, you like that don’t you? you’re so fucking cute when you shake on my face like this”.

#chan smut #bangchan smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines

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