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Jake Kiszka One Shot: Stand Guard

You and Jake have the tour bus all to yourselves after a show. He wants to put it to good use.

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Jake x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,483

Warnings: 18+!!, sexual content, unprotected sex, cursing, dirty talk, grinding, very light choking, teasing, begging, overstimulation, slightly rough!Jake, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, the pet name “baby,” and, of course, mediocre writing.

Disclaimer: apologies for any potential spelling errors or grammar mistakes.

Jake Kiszka One Shot Masterpost

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Jake grabs my hand as soon as he’s off the stage, forgetting to wave a final goodbye to his fans. “Geez, Jake, what’s the rush?” I yell, my ears still ringing from the concert. I try to keep up with him as he speed walks down the backstage halls, and to the back exit where we entered the venue many hours ago. Looking behind me, I see the band’s main security guard following us as well.

“We have the bus to ourselves for a bit,” He quickly says while pushing open the exit door. Frantically looking around, the three of us make sure there are no fans waiting outside while we rush to the tour bus.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, a little out of breath, when he stops in front of the tour bus’s entrance.

“Just get in, please,” He nudges my lower back and opens the door for me, allowing me to step in first. When I do, I look over my shoulder to see him whispering to the security guard, who seems to stay standing outside the door. I catch the final words of their conversation, “Keep watch.” Jake says as the guard nods, closing the tour bus door behind him.

“What are we doing?” I ask, but he ignores my question by pulling me in by the waist. He places a gentle kiss on my lips, and I kiss back.

“I missed you.” He says while pulling away, a devious smile on his lips.

“I missed you, too,” I respond, giving him a questioning look, “What are you up to, Jake?” The question pulls a chuckle from him.

“I said we have the bus to ourselves, didn’t I?” He smirks.

“Huh?” I look around the bus and realization dawns on me, my eyes widening, “You want to– Jake! Really? Here?!”

“Yes, here.” He leans in, capturing my lips with his, but I pull away quickly before we can get carried away.

“But your security-”

“He’s keeping watch, don’t worry,” His eyes are reassuring, “No one’s coming in here.”

After considering his words for a moment, I shrug and lean back into him, our lips meeting each other once again. Swiping my tongue on his lower lip, I feel his grip on my waist tighten, pulling me in even more. His lips part slightly, our tongues dancing fluidly. He tastes of whiskey and sweat, the sensation shooting straight to my core.

A muffled moan escapes my throat when one of his hands leaves my waist and rests on my neck. The grip on my throat is gentle, hardly noticeable, but he uses the leverage to push me further into the bus. He stops when we reach the bus’s couch, which resides behind the driver’s seat.

He sits on the couch first while pulling me down with him, our lips still moving against each other. My legs find their way on either side of his hips, falling into a straddling position. When I settle down on his lap, his hard cock immediately pushes against my clothed cunt, pulling a surprised gasp out of me and breaking our kiss.

“See what you do to me?” His voice is thickly laced with lust, coming out in barely a whisper. His hand on my waist lowers to my hip, as well as the hand previously on my neck, and he guides me up and down his erection in a grinding motion. We let out satisfied, needy sighs in unison, his eyes bouncing from mine to his lap. “I could come just like this, baby.”

His praises cause heat to rise to my face, blush cascading along my cheeks. “Please touch me, Jake,” I beg, “I need to feel you.”

“I love when you beg, baby,” He says, his hands still guiding my hips, “Keep riding.” He instructs me, reaching for the bottom of my shirt. I raise my arms and let him take it off, my hands coming down to rest on his shoulders. I continue my pace as he leans forward, peppering kisses along the tops of my breasts.

My head tilts back, quiet sighs leaving open lips with every quickened breath. Not wanting to remove his grip, he uses his teeth to tug on the straps of my bra, sliding them down my shoulders. Still using his teeth, he pulls one of the bra cups down, exposing my breast. The cool air of the tour bus causes my bare nipple to harden, Jake quickly gathering it in his warm mouth.

A moan hitches in my throat as I try to be mindful of the company right outside of the bus. His hot tongue swirls circles around my hard nipple, and he catches it in his teeth, slightly tugging on it. When my painful whine fills the bus, he sucks on the stinging peak to soothe the pain.

Removing his mouth with an audible pop, the lingering spit becomes cold, sending a chill down my spine. He quickly moves to the other breast, performing the same ritual as the previous one. The mixed feeling of his affection and my grinding clouds my mind with pure need and lust. “Jake-”

“Stand up, baby,” He tells me, urging me to get off of him. When I do, I watch as he stands up as well and takes his suit jacket off. He grabs my hand and leads me to the very back of the tour bus. We pass by rows of bunks, the tour bus bathroom, and we arrive in the separate room where a larger U-shaped couch resides. Releasing my hand, his hands fly to his pants’ zipper and button, “Take them off.” He says, nodding to my own pants, pulling his down, as well as his boxers in the process.

The sight of his erection causes me to pause, my dilated pupils spreading to the edges of my irises, no doubt. A cocky smirk is plastered on his face, and I shoot him a playful glare, finally taking my pants and underwear off. He takes my hands and sits down, “Come here,” he demands, impatience on his tongue.

Doing as he says, I go back to straddling him. His hands are on my hips again, guiding me back to his bare erection. When my naked cunt rests on his cock, not yet inside me, he lets out a choked groan. “You’re so fucking wet,” he’s back to guiding me back and forth on his cock, “Soak my fucking cock, baby.”

“Yes, Jake,” I manage to let the words out in a pleased sigh when the feeling of his erection rubbing my clit catches me off guard. He continues to move my hips at a steady rhythm, making me pant with that familiar feeling creeping in my gut.

“Put it in, baby,” He lifts my hips, losing all friction. He nudges his head toward his cock, telling me to put him in myself. My shaky hand comes down between us and when my fingers wrap around his cock, it’s soaked, hot, and hard. His hips move up slightly, chasing the feeling of my firm grip. “Don’t tease me.”

“I would never,” I say, fighting back a mischievous smirk, “I want this as much as you do.” I really do. Holding his erection, I slide the tip up and down my wet slit, both of us holding our breath at the feeling.

“Come on, baby,” He urges, his voice bordering on a whine.

His grip on my hips tightens in anticipation when his tip nudges my entrance, not putting it in yet. I guide his tip back up to my clit, circling it. My jaw falls agape at the sensation, and Jake’s eyes snap up to look at me, no longer watching my hand.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asks, irritation flaming in his eyes. I quicken the pace on my swollen clit when I notice his reaction.

“Yes,” I moan, my head falling back. My thighs twitch around his legs, signaling my growing peak.

“No,” Jake grunts, lifting my hips higher, making me lose the grip on his cock. “Not yet.”

“Why not?” I ask innocently, my chest heaving slightly.

“What did I say about teasing me?” His voice is dark and his eyes match his tone, making the hair on my neck and arms stand up.

“I wasn’t-”

“No more talking,” He says, swiftly lining his cock with my entrance and setting me down, my pussy stretching around him until he fits snugly inside of me. I open my mouth to moan his name, but nothing comes out when the dull, but welcomed pain causes me to hold my breath. “Yeah? Want to try that again?” He taunts, tilting his head when he examines my face.

Satisfied with my lack of response, he lifts my hips once more and guides me back down, slowly pumping in and out of my cunt. The pain disappears and is replaced with growing pleasure from every pass of my g-spot. Finally, I move my hips with his hands still resting on them, my breathing becoming heavy.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” He asks, pulling my gaze to look at him.

“Yes,” I whisper, afraid of being too loud; still conscious of the company outside.

“Let me hear you, baby,” he leans forward and whispers in my ear, “I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

“He'll hear us,” I pant, my eyes squeezing shut when my climax slowly builds up again.

“Who cares,” he says nonchalantly while leaning back, “look at me,” My eyes open and our gazes hold, “Just focus on me, baby, focus on how good this feels.” He starts lifting his hips to meet mine, the pressure in my gut growing quickly and intensely.

“Oh, god!” I yell at the new pace, forgetting my previous concern, “Fuck!”

“That’s right,” He forces my hips down harder and faster, “I wanna hear you.”

“Fuck, Jake, I’m so close!” My high-pitch moans and the sound of our skin connecting fills the small room, “Keep going, please,” I beg.

My brows furrow, preparing for an intense orgasm, and I feel the walls of my pussy begin to flutter around his cock. “Yes, Jake, I’m going to come!” I cry out, keeping the same relentless pace.

“Not yet,” He grunts out, lifting me off of his cock. A yelp exits my throat, my building orgasm dissolving in my lower belly, gone just as quick as it arrived.

“What?” I ask, confused and in disbelief, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You heard me,” He lowers me back onto his cock, slipping in easily this time, “You’ll come when I tell you to.”

“But, Jake-”

“You’ll have to beg first,” He says, “Keep riding my cock.”

“Okay,” A shaky breath passes my lips as I lift my hips, sinking back down when his tip nearly slips out. I keep the pace slow at first, my body still recovering from my near orgasm, and when the pressure builds in my gut again, my hips move quicker. Needy moans and concentrated grunts leave our parted lips, dangling in the empty space between us.

“Keep going,” He encourages with a grunt, “You look so good doing that, baby.”

“Please, Jake, I think I’m getting close again.” I let out in a tired sigh.

“Not yet, baby,” His grip on my hips strengthens, keeping me from changing the pace to my liking, “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”

I groan, letting him control the speed. It’s consistent, but it’s not enough to push me over the edge. The feeling of tingling stalls in my gut, never building up to where I want it. It’s too much stimulation, causing my eyes to close in order to concentrate. My moans border on desperate whines, needing to chase my climax.

Growing frustrated, one of my hands travels between us, searching for the bundle of nerves that begs my attention.

“Ah- nice try,” One of Jake’s hands grabs my wrist, stopping my hips, and keeping me from rubbing my clit. “I don’t hear you begging, sweetheart.”

“Jake, please, I need to come.” My eyes sting from frustration.

“Then keep begging,” He demands, his hand returning to my hip and resuming the consistent pace.

When the feeling becomes unbearable, I lose all other senses. I have no idea how loud or how quiet I am. All I can focus on is chasing a release, “Please,” I whine, “Please, go faster.”

Surprisingly, he actually listens, and his hands begin forcing my hips down at a fast pace. Finally, the heat in my belly spreads again, letting me know my climax is near. “Keep doing that, Jake, please don’t stop.” I’m hoping my words are encouraging him enough to continue, and more importantly, to let me orgasm.

“Beg for it, baby.” He says, slightly slowing the pace down again. “Tell me what you want— Let me hear you.”

“Please, Jake, let me come on your cock,” I answer, my whining voice surely loud enough for outsiders to hear. “I need it.”

“Good girl,” He speeds my hips up, causing my hands to reach for his shoulders from the strong force behind his thrusts.

“Oh my god!” My voice gets a pitch higher the closer I get to an orgasm, “So fucking good,” I say through gritted teeth, my eyebrows scrunching at my approaching orgasm.

“Yeah?” He taunts while sliding one of his hands from my hip to my pussy, his thumb brushing roughly against my aching clit. “How’s this?”

“Fuck, yes, Jake,” My head falls back, jaw falling open. Obscenities fill the entire bus, and my orgasm finally hits. “Holy shit, I’m coming!” My hips violently sputter against his, my pussy walls squeezing his cock in a pulsing pattern. For a moment, my vision goes hazy and my ears ring, making all senses dull while I ride out my orgasm. My thighs are clenching tightly around him, the final spasms of my climax involuntarily squeezing him.

When my orgasm subsides, Jake continues the same pace of my hips as he still rubs my clit. The sensation becomes too much to bear, the aftershocks of my orgasm already receding and being replaced by overstimulation. “Jake-”

“I’m not done yet,” he doesn’t let up as his cock slides in and out of me, wet sounds of my previous release filling the air around us. “It feels so good when you come on my cock, baby.” He praises, his thumb still pressing firm circles on my clit. Whiny moans catch in my throat, unable to come out when he fucks me harder.

After just a few more thrusts, he gives me a quick peck on the lips and lifts me up, pulling out of me. “Stand up.” He demands.

Standing up, I step away from him, immediately being met with trembling legs. He stands up as well, his fist pumping his erect cock. “Come here,” he orders as he situates me to stand in front of the couch. I’m facing him, my back to the couch, when he tells me, “Turn around.”

Turning to face the couch, I’m now staring at the wall. I feel his presence behind me when his free hand grips the back of my neck and bends me forward. My hands land on the headrest of the couch, my legs still standing straight as I’m bent at the waist. “Spread your legs.”

I do as he says, feeling his hand on my lower back and pushing down slightly, “Arch your back, baby.” Doing as he says, it causes my ass to stick out, “Yeah, just like that. God, you should see yourself right now.”

Looking over my shoulder, I watch as he steps closer to me, still pumping his cock. When it’s out of view, I feel the tip teasing my entrance, my back arching further at the feeling. My hands grip the couch in anticipation when one of his hands grabs my hip.

In one swift motion, he thrusts back inside of me, earning a small yelp from me. “Fuck, yes,” Jake huffs out, already pumping in and out of me, “You take my cock so well.”

Moaning in response, my walls squeeze around him. His free hand reaches around, finding my clit with ease, and he rubs thorough, firm circles around the bundle of nerves, “I want you to come again.” He states.

“I’m not sure if I can,” I whine.

“You begged me to let you come,” He says matter-of-factly, “so you can do it again, baby.”

I let out a frustrated moan, his pace on my clit relentless. He slides in and out of me vigorously, the new position making his cock discover different angles in my weeping cunt. I feel another orgasm coming on, but no matter what, it never reaches its peak.

The sound of skin slapping fills the room, his grip on my hips becoming firmer, “I don’t have much longer, baby, I need you to come with me.” Jake says from behind me.

“I’m trying,” A small whimper catches in my throat, “I can’t do it again.”

“We’ll see,” Jake grunts out, no doubt losing his control. He pounds harder, and faster, his fingers on my clit working faster as well.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out as my moans become consistently louder, with every breath carrying a moan soon after.

“Oh, you poor thing.” His words come out in a low, frustrated grunt. His hand moves from my hip to my hair, gathering it and firmly tugging on it, pounding even harder while using me as support. “This is what you wanted, baby,” He says through clenched teeth, “You can do it, come on my fucking cock.”

The force behind his thrusts causes me to stand on my tip toes, pushing my grip further into the couch cushions. Jake’s breathing is getting heavy, and his thrusts are getting slightly sloppier, but it’s barely noticeable. He’s really starting to lose control as his grunts and moans grow louder and more frequent.

“Just one more time, baby,” He manages to get out in between low grunts. “Fuck, fuck,” twando more thrusts and, “Fuck!” He can no longer hold it when I feel his cock jerk inside of me. Although the strength of his final thrust sends me over the edge, my second climax erupts simultaneously with his first.

“Oh, God!” I cry out, making my moans mix with satisfied sobs, and my second climax begging my legs to give out. His cock twitches inside of me, amplifying the pleasure, and spurts of hot cum coat my walls as they squeeze him in return. My arched back spasms and my ass rubs against him as my clenched stomach releases the final pulses of my orgasm.

“That was so good, baby,” He whispers from behind me, his voice exhausted. He bends over me to leave sloppy, wet kisses on my back and shoulders. Finally releasing my bunched hair, the dull ache of my scalp soothes, “I’ll never get enough of you.” He says close to my ear, his voice soft and genuine.

After a moment, when our breathing has evened, he pulls out of me and I feel our mixed fluids run down my thighs. “Stay there,” He orders, crouching down and inspecting my soaked cunt. I swear I can see his pupils dilate even more when I look back at him, watching his cum leak out of me, “Such a fucking mess. I love it.” He places a tender kiss on my ass, standing up.

He quickly leaves the room, leaving me in my bent-over position, and returns with a wet washcloth and my shirt that we discarded earlier. It’s warm when he begins rubbing up my thighs, folding the cloth over to use clean sides with each wipe. “All done,” He says, playfully swatting my ass, making me stand up straight. “Let’s get dressed.”

We both get our clothes on, with Jake changing into a more comfortable after-show outfit. He takes a seat on the couch, away from where we just were, and pats the spot next to him.

Taking a seat next to him, I curl up into his side. He gently brushes the hair from my face, and plants tender kisses on my temple, forehead, and the top of my head. “I really did miss you.” He breaks our comfortable silence.

“I missed you, too,” I smile at him.

The tour bus door opens, catching our attention, and the security guard finds us in the back of the bus, “The other boys will be here soon.”

“Geez, man, don’t you knock?” Jake jokes, chuckling.

“Well, I didn’t hear anything for a while so I figured you were done,” He fights a smirk, “And I can see that you are.” He says, leaving us.

My smile fades and my cheeks turn a dark shade of crimson, “Wait, what did he say?”

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Sorry for the silly ending lol! I hope you enjoyed!

Btw— let me know if I ever miss any warnings for all of my writing. By the time I post these, my brain is jumbled and I can’t remember every single warning. Thank you!!

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call-of-daydreams · 21 days ago

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𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎- 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜, 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒷𝒾𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐻𝓎𝓊𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒹... 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓈.

𝒞𝓌: 𝒮𝓂𝓊𝓉, 𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒

The soft golden light of the morning sun streamed through the curtains, filling the room with a warm and intimate glow. Hyunjin, Changbin, and Y/n were all still asleep, each snuggled warmly under the pile of blankets and plush pillows.

Hyunjin was the first to wake, stretching his arms above his lines and letting out a soft yawn. He glanced over at the other two sleeping figures next to him, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he took in the sight.

Hyunjin chuckled softly, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Just a little," he said, his voice low and suggestive. He glanced over at Changbin, a smirk on his lips. "You know what we should do while she's still sleeping?"

Changbin raised an eyebrow, a sly grin on his face. "Oh, I think I have a few ideas," he said, his voice quiet so as not to wake Y/n. "But I'd like to hear your thoughts first."

Hyunjin's smirk turned even more devious. "Well, it involves us getting even closer to her," he said, his voice soft and sultry. "And I have a feeling she won't mind a bit when she wakes up."

Changbin chuckled softly, his hand resting on Y/n's hip. "I like that idea," he said, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her skin. "But you know we have to be careful not to wake her up too soon."

Hyunjin nodded in agreement, his eyes still fixed on Y/n's sleeping form. "Of course," he said. "She needs her beauty sleep, after all."

He shifted a little closer to her, his fingers tracing a lazy path up and down her side under the blankets. "But we can still have some fun while we wait for her to wake up, can't we?"

Changbin chuckled lowly, his hand moving up from Y/n's hip to her hair, gently running his fingers through the silky strands. "Oh, definitely," he said, his voice a bit huskier than before. "We can keep ourselves occupied until she decides to join us."

Hyunjin's hand moved to Y/n's thigh, his fingers tracing light circles on her skin, but staying just above the hem of her shorts. "Let's see how long we can keep her asleep," he said, his voice a low, seductive whisper.

Changbin bit his lip, his eyes flickering from Y/n's sleeping form to Hyunjin's wicked smile. "You're a bad influence," he said, but his tone was affectionate rather than disapproving.

Hyunjin's smirk widened. "And you love it," he murmured, his hand continuing its slow, lazy path up and down Y/n's thigh.

Changbin chuckled, unable to deny the truth of Hyunjin's words. "Oh, I definitely do," he said, his voice laced with amusement. He leaned in a little closer, his eyes fixed on Hyunjin's hand on Y/n's thigh. "You know, you're making it really hard for me to keep my hands to myself right now."

Hyunjin's smirk turned into a full-fledged grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Who said you had to keep your hands to yourself?" he teased, his fingers still tracing tantalizing circles on Y/n's skin.

Changbin's eyes darkened, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "You always know just what to say to get to me," he said, his hand leaving Y/n's hair to rest on Hyunjin's shoulder.

Hyunjin chuckled softly, his fingers finding their way under the hem of Y/n's shorts. "And you always react so nicely," he said, his voice low and sultry. "I can't help myself sometimes."

Changbin's grip on Hyunjin's shoulder tightened, his fingers digging into the material of Hyunjin's shirt. "You're going to drive me crazy, you know that?" he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Hyunjin's grin widened even further, his fingers still wandering along Y/n's thigh. "That's the goal," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "I want to see you lose control."

Changbin's fingers twitched against Hyunjin's shoulder, his eyes flickering from Hyunjin's face to Y/n's sleeping form. "You're playing a dangerous game, you know that?" he said, his voice strained.

Hyunjin chuckled again, his fingers finally reaching the apex of Y/N's thigh, tracing the smooth skin there with a feather-light touch. "I know," he said, his voice almost unbearably enticing. "But where's the fun in being safe all the time?"

Changbin swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on where Hyunjin's hand was touching Y/N's skin. "You're testing all my self-control right now, you know that?" he muttered, his fingers gripping Hyunjin's shirt even tighter.

His other hand moved to Y/N's hip, gently pushing up her shirt to reveal more of her soft, warm skin. His fingers glided along her stomach, tracing gentle patterns on her skin.

Hyunjin laughed softly, his hand still tracing tantalizing circles on Y/N' s thigh. "Oh, I know," he said, his voice filled with mischief. "But I have a feeling you're enjoying the challenge, aren't you?"

Changbin let out a low, ragged breath, his fingers exploring more of Y/N's bare skin beneath her shirt. "You know I am," he said, his voice strained with desire.

Y/N stirred softly, her eyes slowly fluttering open as she became aware of the sensations on her body. She could feel Changbin's fingers tracing patterns on her stomach, and Hyunjin's hand on her thigh.

She let out a soft, sleepy sound, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Mmm... what are you two up to?" she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.

Hyunjin chuckled softly, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on her thigh. "Oh, just having a little fun while you slept," he said, his voice smooth and seductive.

Changbin's hand on her stomach stilled for a moment, but then he continued his gentle caresses. "Did we wake you up?" he asked, his voice dripping with guiltless innocence.

Y/N hummed softly, her eyes still half-lidded as she glanced between the two. "Maybe a little bit," she said, her voice still drowsy but laced with amusement. "But I don't mind."

She shifted slightly, stretching out her limbs and moaning softly at the sensations from Changbin and Hyunjin's touches.

Hyunjin's hand on her thigh squeezed gently, his fingers creeping up a little higher. "Good," he said, his voice dropping to a deeper, huskier tone. "Because we weren't planning on stopping anytime soon."

Changbin's fingers on her stomach moved a little higher, his fingers tracing the edge of her bra through the thin fabric of her shirt. "Especially not when you make noises like that," he said, his voice laced with desire.

Y/N's cheeks flushed slightly at Changbin's words, a shiver running down her spine as his fingers continued their torturous path along her stomach. "You two are impossible," she said, her voice a mix of feigned annoyance and desire.

Her hand came up, tracing a gentle path along Changbin's jawline, her fingers skimming over his lips.

Changbin's eyes darkened at her touch, his lips parting slightly to allow her fingers to brush against them. "We can't help it when you're so damn irresistible," he said, his voice a low, hungry rumble.

Hyunjin's hand on her thigh moved even higher, his fingers gently rubbing the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. "And when you make such delicious noises," he added, his voice thick with craving.

"Hyunjin, more"

Hyunjin smirked, his fingers responding to her command by moving higher up her thigh, rubbing slow, tantalizing circles closer and closer to her core. "As you wish," he said, his voice full of barely restrained desire.

Y/N let out a soft, needy whimper, her body arching slightly at the feel of Hyunjin's fingers moving closer to where she wanted them most. "God, you're such a tease," she murmured, her voice a little breathless.

Changbin leaned in, his lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck and chest, his tongue darting out to taste her skin.

Hyunjin's fingers were now tracing the edge of her shorts, his touch light and teasing as he moved closer and closer to the sensitive flesh beneath. "But you love it," he said, his voice dripping with confidence.

Changbin's lips left a trail of kisses down her collarbone, his tongue occasionally peeking out to taste her skin. "We know exactly how to get you worked up," he whispered, his voice a low growl.

Y/N trembled at their touches, her body responding eagerly to their caresses. "You're both insufferable," she gasped, her words contradicting her body's reactions.

Hyunjin's fingers still teased, not quite giving her the direct contact she craved. "That's not what your body is telling us," he said, a smug, satisfied smile on his lips.

Changbin chuckled softly, his lips now moving back up her neck to her ear. "I think her body is telling us she's enjoying every second of this," he murmured, his teeth gently nipping at her earlobe.

Hyunjin, finally taking pity on her, let his fingers brush against her through the thin fabric of her shorts. "How's that?" he asked, his voice low and sultry.

Y/N let out a choked moan, her body arching against Hyunjin's hand at the sudden pressure against her. "So good," she gasped, her fingers gripping Changbin's shirt tightly.

Changbin's lips left her ear, his gaze fixed on her face as he watched her reaction to Hyunjin's touch. "You like that, baby?" he growled, his body pressed close against her side.

Hyunjin chuckled, his fingers now applying a bit more pressure, rubbing small circles against her sensitive skin. "I can tell," he said, his voice thick with pride. "She's so responsive, isn't she?"

Changbin hummed in agreement, his hand moving from her stomach to her hip, his fingers digging into her skin. "So damn responsive," he agreed, his eyes dark with desire.

Y/N's body quivered, her hips arching up into Hyunjin's touch, seeking more of the delicious friction he provided. "Please," she gasped, her eyes meeting Hyunjin's, pleading for more.

Hyunjin's smirk widened, his fingers continuing their slow, maddening circles against her. "Please what, baby? Use your words."

Y/N groaned in frustration, her body on fire with need. "Stop teasing me," she panted, her voice a hoarse, needy whine. "Give me more."

Changbin let out a low growl at her words, his thumb tracing along the waistband of her shorts. "God, she's so desperate for it," he said, his voice a rough whisper.

Hyunjin's hand moved faster, his fingers applying more pressure, giving her the friction she craved. "Is this what you want, baby?" he asked, his voice a low, sultry murmur.

Changbin's thumb slipped under the waistband of her shorts, his breath hot against her neck. "I think she needs more," he said, his voice thick with desire.

"Binnie, please. Please give me more" You beg

Changbin's breath hitched at her needy words, his eyes dark with desire. Without hesitating, he slid his hand all the way under the waistband of her shorts, his palm pressing against her sensitive flesh. "Like this?" he asked, his voice rough and hungry.

Y/N gasped at the sudden contact, her body arching to meet his touch. "Yes, like that," she breathed, her voice a hoarse moan.

Hyunjin chuckled, his fingers still rubbing tight circles against her, his eyes fixed on the sight of Changbin's hand disappearing under her shorts. "She's so beautiful when she begs, isn't she?" he murmured, his voice thick with admiration.

"So god damn beautiful," Changbin agreed, his hand beginning to move against her, his touch firm and sure. "I could listen to her beg all day long."

Hyunjin hummed in agreement, his fingers still applying gentle, but ever-increasing pressure against her. "I'm not sure how long we can make her wait, though," he said, his tone filled with barely-restrained desire.

Y/N let out a choked moan, her body trembling under their combined attention. "I don't know how much more of this I can take," she gasped, her voice a mixture of pleasure and desperation.

Changbin let out a gruff chuckle, his fingers increasing their pace, teasing and tantalizing. "I think she's reached her limit," he said, his voice a low, rumbling growl.

Hyunjin nodded, his hands still working against her in a steady, relentless rhythm. "Oh, she has. She's so close, I can feel it," he said, his voice a mix of satisfaction and desire.

Changbin leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Beg for it, baby," he whispered, his voice a rough, urgent command.

Y/N whined, her body writhing under their touch, her brain foggy with pleasure. "Please," she gasped, her voice a needy, pleading plea. "Please, I can't take it anymore. I need...I need..."

Changbin's smile was almost feral as he picked up the pace, his fingers working her expertly. "Say it, baby. Tell us what you need."

Y/N's body trembled, teetering on the edge, her words a breathless, desperate plea. "I need...I need...I need you. Both of you," she gasped, her voice broken and needy.

Changbin groaned deeply at her words, his fingers moving even faster. "She's so goddamn perfect," he rasped, his voice filled with a mixture of possession and desire.

Hyunjin nodded in agreement, his touch never ceasing its relentless assault. "She is perfectly ours," he said, his voice a low, possessive growl. "And we're going to give her exactly what she needs."

Changbin leaned in, his lips finding her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin. "You want us, baby?" he murmured against her ear.

Y/N nodded vigorously, her body arching wildly under their touch. "Yes, yes, I want you both," she gasped, her voice a ragged whisper.

Hyunjin hummed in approval, his hand slipping under her shirt to tease at her chest. "We've got you, sweetheart. Just let go."

Changbin pressed harder against her, his fingers working deftly, his teeth leaving a trail of love bites along her neck. "Let go, baby. We've got you," he echoed, his voice a hoarse, comforting murmur.

Y/N's body tensed, her breath coming in erratic gasps, teetering on the edge of release. "I'm...I'm..." she began, her voice a breathless, needy whine.

Hyunjin's lips lifted in a satisfied, wicked smile. "Let go, baby. We want to feel you unravel," he said, his fingers still working against her, driving her relentlessly towards the edge.

Changbin, if possible, picked up the pace even more, his touch rough and intense. "That's it, sweetheart. Let go for us," he growled, his voice thick with desire and need.

Y/N's body suddenly tensed, her back arching off the bed as she reached her peak. A strangled cry escaped her lips, her nails digging into Changbin's arms as she unraveled under their touch.

Hyunjin slowly removed his hand from her, his lips lifting in a satisfied smirk. "That's our girl," he murmured, his voice laced with affection and desire.

Changbin gently removed his hand as well, his arms coming around her, holding her close as she trembled in the aftermath. "You did so well, baby," he murmured, his voice a soothing, loving rumble.

Hyunjin moved in as well, his body pressing against her from the other side, his arms encircling her, completing their embrace. "So, so well," he echoed, his voice filled with pride.

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imma-devil · 1 year ago

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smile for the camera | s.h

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI

Tags: sub!Steve Harrington, switch!Steve Harrington, Steve's first time subbing, reader's kinda mean and its hawt, sextape (solo masturbation), masturbation (m!receiving), fist fucking, leg riding, slight voyeurism kink!, both praise and slight degradation kink, use of nicknames (e.g., pretty boy), banter, some dirty talk, barely proofread.

Word Count: 1,643

Summary: Steve "The Hair" Harrington is put to the test. Will he hold onto the mantle of "King Steve" when his girlfriend has him at her mercy from behind a camera?

A/N: Prompt two of Lazy Ghouls Kinktober, the prompt I chose was camera. It's a bit on the shorter side than what I usually post, but it's because I wanted to commit to posting but couldn't handle a longer post.

You can not take my work or translate it without my permission. This piece of fiction is mine, and only the character belongs to its original creators.

“Do I really have to do this?” Steve asks, a poorly plastered facade of annoyance to his tone.

Steve and you recently had a talk about how your sex life had largely been about what Steve was into, while your desires were slowly being forgotten. It wasn’t intentional… and its not like you disliked your sex. No, you loved it. But, you wanted Steve to go along with something you’ve requested. Which, brings you to the infamous Steve Harrington, seated on his knees before you. All while you stand over him, wielding a very large video camera.

“Quit complaining Steve, I said you didn’t have to do it if you didn’t want to.” you shoot back with little hesitance. “The only reason you’re here right now is ‘cause you’re into it— don’t deny it.”

“I like to think I have enough dignity to not stoop to this level just to cum,” He retorts, readjusting the crotch of his sweatpants.

“Really?--” you ask, laced with sarcasm. “I like you at this level.”

“I’m sure you do~” he grins, making a show of advancing towards you, his hands reaching for your hips.

With a stiff palm, you stop him where he is. “Nope!” You impersonate the sound of a car coming to a screeching halt for good measure, which he laughs at. “No touching— this is all you baby.”

He stares up into the lens, all doe-eyed and stunned.

“Now, put on a good show for the camera~” you mockingly grin.

“Well… what am I supposed to do?” he looks off to the side in question, despite the empty room.

You cock your head to the side to accent your reply, finding humor in his newfound innocence. “I assume you remember how to touch yourself? right? Don’t play coy.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” Steve chides, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek in an effort to fend off a smile.

“Would you love me even more if I told you that I’d record a little tape for you in return?” you ask, a smile adorning your lips that could only mean you were up to no good. “I’d give it to you on a random day… as a surprise… but only if you make this one yourself.”

He clearly resembled someone who was interested, but he groaned in defiance once he heard the devious ultimatum. He scoots to a slightly more comfortable position on his knees, widening his stance atop the carpet so that he can rest his weight more on his thighs. You can almost imagine him straddling atop your lap instead, with enough room to slot yourself between his legs.

“You can still change your mind,” you provide. “I’d never force you into something you don’t want.”

“It’s too late for that—” He quirks his eyebrow and looks at you with a teasing question. “You’ve already got me where you want me, might as well get on with it.”

“Ahh, I see… for dignity’s sake?” you goad.

“Yup, for dignity’s sake,” he replies, before trailing his hand to rest right where his pelvis meets his hip. You know he’s just doing it for show, but truthfully, Steve was a bit sensitive there. You could remember from past experience that doting kisses or an indulgent touch in just that spot would leave his hips stuttering in their pace.

“Hmm, whenever you’re ready” you voice, your eyes now settling on him from the lens of the camera; watching your ‘pretty boy’ of a boyfriend from a whole new perspective of video grain and amorous lighting.

Steve notices the switch in dynamic, and he too fixates his gaze on the intimidating lens. There’s something he finds different about his girlfriend… this feels voyeuristic as if he considers an audience beyond just the woman he loves. He expected to feel shame while under the intense observation of a camera, a video that would undoubtedly record every detail of his body under pleasure, making it everlasting for them to see. Instead, it feels thrilling. He speculates that the mere idea of him being watched under your greedy eyes is what’s coaxing him further. It’s the motivation for why his hands scan his body without fear, and why he performs for the camera with his eyes locked onto the lens.

Steve sneaks one arm below his t-shirt, his hand traversing the expanse of his stomach. He makes sure to gently rake his nails over his skin, but it does nothing to mimic your touch. Steve hooks his other hand over his groin, adding the slightest pressure while he rocks himself achingly slow over his touch.

A hum then coasts amongst your exhales and he smirks in achievement. Steve awards himself by furthering his weight on his indulgent hand, palming himself for added friction. The thick cloth of his sweatpants barely dullens the pressure, and he feels himself grow harder at the attention.

“Fuck, that’s good” he relents, his voice crackling with the sheer quietness in which he spoke.

“Louder, for the camera—” you advise. “I wanna hear how it feels Steve, tell me how it feels…”

“S’not as good as when you touch me~” he admits. “But, it's warm. I want more though…”

“Touch yourself directly,” you offer like it's obvious. “Show the camera how pretty you are.”

Steve smiles at the compliment, lifting his shirt to hold the fabric between his teeth. You admire the freckles that adorn his fair skin, scattered like small constellations. Brown hair marks a trail up the valley of his lean stomach to collect in a faint patch of hair on his chest. The skin that resides there is pink with growing warmth. To keep his idle hand busy he lightly teases at his nipple with the edge of his index finger, cupping the rest of his pec in his hand.

You watch as Steve releases his cock from the confines of his sweats, his pink head peeking from his waistband. You hum approvingly as to satiate his need for appraisal and he nudges his pants to rest lower on his waist. You can’t help but fixate on the beauty mark that resides on his v, the one which marks that sensitive spot you fantasized about earlier.

Steve places his palm to his drooling head, lulling his head back once on his neck as soon as his touch met its surface. The low hum of a moan gruels through his lips, muffled by the shirt clenched between his teeth. Just as a tantalizing motion sets around his eager cock, Steve’s moans begin to coast along the air in his quiet bedroom. Steve doesn’t even notice as his hips take on a mind of their own, his thrusts mindlessly following his hand in tow.

“Just like that~” you guide him in his pace. “Keep fuckin’ yourself into your fist,”

His breath hitches at your words; his speed ticking up a notch to eagerly appease you. He becomes aware of the camera once more and in doing so, realizes his desire to perform.

“Go ahead, Steve~” you coax, “Make yourself feel good— make yourself cum~”

He rushingly nods in reply; his brows tying up into a knot as he begins to unabashedly snap his hips into his hand. He really wants to— Steve wants to cum… but, he just can’t. He needs you! It just isn’t enough, his hand isn’t enough. He’s virtually chasing his end now, but you can see the seed of frustration starting to grow behind his irises.

You reposition the camera atop your shoulder; pushing one leg further to stand just close enough, between his knees. Steve stares up at you—not the camera—you, the essence of something desperate within his gaze.

“Go ahead,” you relent out of both greed and guilt. “Use me~ I know you need to”

Steve audibly groans, your words going straight to his dick. Maybe he would’ve considered feeling embarrassed, but not now, when his mind is flooded with thoughts of being able to cum. He could curse himself later when the high goes down. But, for now, he pulls himself in close to you.

“Work yourself over the edge,” you egged on.

His unoccupied hand moves to wrap around your leg in an embrace mimicking that of greek statues, kneeling in adoration. His other hand continues to pump his dick, his hips stuttering each time his fist works over his head. Now that the distance between you is closed, he pushes his need into your leg. With each motioned thrust, he drags himself against the plush of your smooth skin. He haggers a moan with each pull, reeling at the sensation. The added pressure of your leg is enough to supply Steve his much-needed release.

Out of instinct, your fingers magnetize to his hair; dotingly combing through his waves to clear them of his face. “My pretty boy,” you coo with a lust-filled voice.

“I knew you were a slut,”

A seething curse forces its way between his clenched teeth as he releases his hot spend in bursts against your skin. His arousal seen soaking through the cotton of his sweats. Steve’s voice drags on throughout his orgasm, as if he uses all of his breath from within his lungs. The shirt falls from between his teeth, wonton pants drifting from his lips in exertion. The aftershocks of his orgasm fizzle to a close as he drops his cheek to your thigh.

It takes a moment before Steve feels he can catch his breath and he turns to look up at your camera; his chin resting upon your knee like a loyal pup.

With a fucked out voice he voices with bliss, “...when you film mine— I want you to fuck yourself over my thigh.”

After a laugh that could surely be heard through the camera, you assure him “that can be arranged.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #stranger things #x reader #fanfiction #sub character #dom reader #bd/sm switch

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typingdyslexiaisathing · 10 months ago

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Eager Lovers By Choice (Obey Me!) fic

content: Belphegor X reader fanfiction. Romance, established relationship, mature subject of sexual intimacy and making love.

The attic within the House of Lamentation was currently quite the mess. What with the scattered clothes strewn all over the floor. With Belphegor holding you tight as the two of you lay on the bed in the attic. Both of you very naked and satiated from making love. Belphegor had all but kidnapped you this morning to spend the entire day with you. Visiting the Devildom Botanical Garden. Spending time at a quiet little bistro. Belphegor had even taken you to a romantic movie at the newly opened movie theater. Coming back to the House of Lamentation to sneak you up to the attic for a well deserved rest after a long day of fun. His way of ensuring he monopolized your time off to the fullest.

However, when Belphegor had woken up from the nap with you laying next to him, he had the uncontrollable urge to sweep you into making love. Which he did in the next moment to bind your hands to the bedframe. Waking you with slow and methodical kisses to your lips and face with the utmost purpose. You had gotten very nervous and shy when you realized your wrists were bound to the bedframe. But Belphegor had promised with that soft smile to make sure this round of love making would be worth placing your trust in him. So you had nodded for him to begin the blessed torture of worshipping your body with his own frame. Teasing, touching, tasting, nipping. All to leave you moaning and mewling at his loving and heated ministrations.

Belphegor savored the dance of making love with that devious smirk he tended to where whenever he got his way. But after the first round, he untied your wrists to then insist you tied him up to the bedframe next. So you did with care to then openly pleasure Belphegor with passion and heated intentions. Soon leaving the Avatar of Sloth panting and squirming from the overstimulation that sent his entire being spiraling. The third round of love making having the both of you rolling all over the bed to laugh and kiss. Savoring this unconditional love which was put to the dance of blissful sacred worship. Until Belphegor was left in a melted puddle under you to be covered in sweat. Your own perfect frame also damp from the efforts of keeping up with a demon's stamina. Even if Belphegor was the Avatar of Sloth, pleasuring a demon took a lot out of you.

Belphegor gave a warm hum to nestle your head to his shoulder so he might trace his fingers along your spine. His eyes closed as he spoke with panted breaths laced with abiding love, "Such an attentive human. I wish we didn't have to get back up. But we'll need to sneak a bath in before someone finds us."

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ghost-in-the-hall · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 9: Lingerie (Charles x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Slowly but surely I am catching up! I do gotta admit, goddamn do I miss writing fluff lol. There might be more than one update coming over the next couple days, I have multiple Kinktober fics I'm working on at once to try and catch up. I hope you all enjoy this one!!

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, 18+, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, some praise, nothing too crazy in this one, you buy lingerie to surprise Charles and he can't help but rip it off you. I think that's everything, if I missed any let me know!

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

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You felt giddy as you continued to fuss with your makeup in the mirror. Charles would be home any time now and you had set up a special surprise for him. Over your time together you had noticed Charles fondness for the prettier things in life; artwork that filled practically every open space on the wall, suits made of the finest fabrics money could buy, spoiling you with sets of shining jewels that you always insisted were too much. You knew that when he came home to his pretty little Engel all done up in your new lingerie he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you. "I'm home mein Herz, sorry I'm late!" You hear him call from the living room as he kicks the door shut behind him.

You looked yourself over one last time in the mirror, adjusting the bow you had tied to hold your robe together. You smoothed your hands over the black satin, barely able to contain your excitement. "I'm in here!" You call back as casually as you could. You sat on the edge of your bed, positioning youraelf so you would be the first thing he saw as he entered the room.

You hear him approaching with a groan, "What a day. I swear, you think Matthew would have a handle on collecting resources for one of his own classes-" He freezes as he walks through the door, his eyes instantly taking over your form. "Now, what do we have here?" A smile spreads across his face. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe.

"You work so hard, I wanted to give you a surprise when you got home." You smile coyly at him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. He straightens up, slowly sauntering over to you.

"Well this is definitely a welcomed gift, schön." You giggle as he crawls over you, his lips crashing into yours as he pushes you back into the bed. "Is there anything under the robe?" He asks, raising a curious eyebrow at you.

"Why don't you unwrap me and find out." You challenge, splaying out beneath him. He chuckles at your response.

"On your knees, pretty girl. It'll be hard to get you undressed if you're laying down." You shiver slightly, his hot breath fanning over the exposed skin of your neck as he pulls away from you. You do as he asked, settling yourself on your knees and looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes. He tugs at the neat bow you had tied, the sahs easily coming undone. His eyes flashed from yours to the lace that peeked out from just underneath the robe along your breast. "So this is why you wouldn't show me what you bought shopping the other day, hm?" He teases you with a chuckle. He eased the satin down your shoulders, slowly revealing the skimpy bodysuit underneath, he glances at you playfully.

"What?" I gotta make you work a little for it." You razz in response.

He sighs, you caught a devious glint in his eyes as he turns away from you, slowly undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. "Mein Engel, you just love getting me all worked up don't you?" You swallow thickly, heat immediately pooling in your core at his time of voice. He shrugs off his shirt, stretching his back and rolling his neck in a way that shows off his strong form. He returns to his position standing in front of you, his fingers trailing up your sides before gripping tightly around the straps of your body suit. His eyes never left yours as he pulled roughly at the fabric, the sound of ripping cloth and cool air hitting your bow exposed abdomen making you shiver with anticipation as Charles physically tears the body suit in half. He drank in the sight of you, now only left in a matching black lace bra, panties and garter belt. He trails a finger up your stomach, in between the valley of your breasts, and over your throat before taking your face tenderly in his hand. "There, now I can finally see my beautiful girl." He smiles at you, the sight causing your cheeks to grow warm. He traced his fingers along the edge of your bra, gazing at you longingly.

"Do you like it?" You ask coyly.

"Like it? I love it, Maus." His lips crash into yours, a startled squeak escaping you as you're pushed back onto the bed. He pushes himself in between your thighs, grinding against your core. His rough, calloused fingers massaged your sides. You whined as you pressed yourself into his hardening length. "So pretty for me, you know that?" You nod as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. He pushes your panties to the side, his fingers rubbing teasingly over your entrance. You gasp as he pushes them inside your velvety walls. "And already so wet too." He smirks with a chuckle. He slowly starts to rock his fingers inside of you, taking his time to properly prepare you for his massive length. A never ending sea of praise clouded your mind as he coaxed you into letting go, allowing him full control over your pleasure. "Always so good for me, mein Engel." He gazed down at your divine form below him, the lace of your lingerie hugging perfectly to your curves. He slowly swipes the head of his cock over your entrance, you squirmed in anticipation which only caused him to chuckle at how adorable you looked. Your cheeks flushed, your hair haphazardly spread across the mattress, the rise and fall of your chest erratic as you patiently waited for him to give you the relief you wanted. He eased into you at an agonizingly slow pace, your back arching off of the bed as a lewd moan cracks from your throat. Charles curses under his breath, your soaked core allowing him to slide inside you effortlessly. Your hands wrapped around his strong arms, trying to keep yourself grounded as he mercilessly pounded into you. His hand presses flat across your stomach, holding you firmly in place so you couldn't wiggle away. The sounds that fell from your lips were unholy, Charles easily able to turn you into a screaming mess with every sharp snap of his hips. He collapses on top of you, propping himself on his forearms on either side of your head, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that makes your head spin. Your eyes had trouble focusing on his features, in all honesty you were too blissed out to really care. But, the look on your partner's face alone was almost enough to send you over the edge. A soft, satisfied smile graced his lips as he looked down at you; your skin glowed under the dim lights, a light sheen of sweat covering every exposed bit of flesh, the meat of your thighs rippling with every loud slap of his skin against yours. "Beautiful." Was the only word he could find to describe the sight of you. He pulls out, your body laid limp in the sheets as you waited to see just what exactly he had planned for you.

"Do you think you have it in you to roll over, sweetheart?" You did as he asked before Charles hauled you up onto your knees, flush against his chest. "You picked out such pretty lingerie… I think we should make this a night to remember, don't you?"

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Tag List: @spookyghostjelly @ramblingoak @kissingghouls @herripinkle @belnovacaine @iamsarahsaysso @sodomiser @mikathemushroom @eentheekipekke @mustluvecho @the-hole-in-terzos-shoe (I think that's everyone if I missed you or you would like to be added let me know!)

#powerwolf charles #charles greywolf x reader #charles greywolf powerwolf #charles greywolf #powerwolf band #powerwolf #powerwolf x reader #powerwolf x reader smut

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a-not-so-clean-blog · 1 year ago

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Another 900 words of pure smut. Commission from a lovely anon!

MTF x Giyu Tomioka (modern au)

Waking up early was not the plan yet here I was starting at the ceiling at 4am. I turn onto my side and stare at my boyfriend. God, even bed head looks good on him. We were already up so late last night but I can already feel myself getting worked up again.

Giyu always looks so peaceful when he's sleeping. I don't even realize I'm reaching for him until my fingers gently caress his face. His eyes flutter slightly before he turns towards me, not quite awake.

"It's early. Go back to sleep." He hugs my waist and traps me in his embrace. I squeak in surprise as my arms are pinned to my sides as he nuzzles into my head. A devilish smirk crosses my lips as my hand is in the perfect spot to grope his crotch. I lick up his neck and I can feel him shudder.

"You're playing dirty…" He mumbles. I can feel his member stiffening in my hand even through his sweatpants.

"Just let me take control than~" I give him a playful squeeze. "You won't have to lift a finger~"

He eyes me suspiciously knowing how much of a brat I can be but still he gives a little hum and nods. "Fine but just this once.” His voice is soft and he loosens his bear hug. I take the opportunity to push him onto his back and straddle his waist.

I can feel his half lidded eyes trail up and down my body. I feel my skin flush as his gaze wanders down to the growing bulge in my lavender lingerie. It's faint but I can see a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Mmmm~ someones getting excited~ I thought you were tired" I tease him as I grind against his crotch. He runs his hands up my legs and gives my plush thighs a squeeze.

"Anyone would get excited if their girlfriend woke them up like this." He tried to keep a deadpan expression but I could see his excitement peeking through. His hands roam until he grabs the waistband of my panties. "what happened to the top for this set?"

I let out a short laugh and lean down to his ear. "You ripped it off last night. You owe me a new set~" I lick up his neck and sit back up. "But before we go shopping Im ready for something a little more fun~"

"Be my guest." I slide his pants down and his hard cock springs forward. At the same time he snaps the waistband of my lace panties, freeing my dick as well.

"Hey!" I smack him lightly.

"Whoops… I'm buying you a new set anyway" he said with a faint smirk and shrug.

"You better." I lube his dick and line it up with my eager ass. "Or else you're not getting any action from me until you do." I sink down onto his long cock. The sensation sends a wave of pleasure up my body. "Nnnh~"

I bounce on his dick, my hands on his chest as I support myself. The sounds of my panting and moans fill the early morning air.

Giyu closes his eyes as his head rolls back into the pillow. I can feel his dick twitch inside me. Suddenly he gives me a hungry look as he grabs my waist and pulls me deeper on his cock. He guides my waist forward slightly and hits my prostate. I practically scream in pleasure.

Even when I'm on top he still knows all my sweet spots. My dick starts to leak pre on his abs. I can feel my control slipping as I let him lift me up and down on his cock.

With one final well aimed thrust my back arches as I almost fall backwards. The only thing keeping me up is the firm grip Giyu has on my waist. My toes curl and my legs shake so hard I slip even further down into his cock.

I finally come back to my senses as I come down from my orgasm. I covered his torso in cum but the smirk on his face confuses me. It's almost…devious?

"You done so soon?" I'm taken aback. He's teasing me about something but my head is still fuzzy to figure it out.

Than I feel it. His cock still rock hard in my ass, he hasn't cum yet. The look on my face must have told him I figured it out. He loosens his grip on my sides. "Baby you said I wouldn't have to lift a finger right. Just a little more, can you do that for me?" He asked softly. His sweet voice making me melt. I nod as I start to bounce on his cock again. Slower than last time. My legs still feel like jelly, but now I'm determined. I keep going until I see his face softly contort in pleasure and I feel a warmth fill my ass.

I smile as I finally collapse onto him. "Mmmm~ not a bad morning right~" I kiss his jaw.

He kisses the top of my head. "No, not a bad morning at all….” He bucks his hips up into me and I yelp in surprise. "But now you have me all worked up and I cant go to work like this." I smirk at him.

"Guess I'll just have to keep going than~"

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midnight-vixn · 2 years ago

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I literally cannot stop thinking about how perverted Mammon would be with your underwear.

I bet he would try them on at least once, 'just to see what it feels like, I'll take them off right after,' he'll whisper to himself.

Maybe you have some boy shorts he'll slip on, or just go for a lace panty. Yeah it's a little snug since his human is smaller than he is, but the perverted side of him loves it.

He'll walk around in them a bit and before he knows it, he's being called down for dinner. He'll rush to put his pants on and go downstairs.

But the second he sits down and sees you across from him, instant boner. He's so turned on by the fact you don't know what he's doing and how perverted it is.

And now the fabric strains just a little bit more as a tent grows in them. He tries so, so hard not to look at you the rest of dinner. And after he runs up to his room.

But since he was being so weird, you go up to check on him. You were definitely shocked to open his door and to see him nearly ripping your underwear with his hard on.

You should definitely tease him about it, call him a perverted boy. Tell him to take them off and shove them in his mouth as you ride him~

Mammon being an underwear thief does something to me 😵‍💫

He absolutely has tried a pair on before “just to see”. He slips them on and looks at himself in the mirror, nearly drooling over how small they are on him, the outline of his dick extremely apparent. He’s mesmerized by how they look, how they feel, running his hands over the fabric that barely covers his ass, palming his cock slightly and letting out a short gasp. He panics when he hears his brother call him for dinner, throwing on pants and running out the door.

He forgets for a moment that he has them on, but then you start talking to him and oh fuck do you know?? His heart races when he realizes what he’s wearing, he feels himself twitch in his pants, in your underwear. He keeps quiet through dinner but his mind is so loud, calling himself a perv for what he’s doing, thinking about how you’ve worn these before and now he’s stretching them out, he wonders if you’ve ever been wet while wearing these, if you’ve ever played with yourself while having these on. He’s so hard and trying to keep himself covered until he can take off to his room again.

He makes it back to the privacy of his bedroom and drops his pants, your underwear barely keeping his bulge contained at this point, a massive stain of precum where his tip is. He pulls the waistband down slowly and lets his cock hit his stomach, he lets out a whimper at the sudden sting of friction, his hands start to wander his own body while his eyes are fixated on your underwear that strains against his thighs. He’s too preoccupied to hear you enter the room.

“What a fucking pervert.”

Mammon turns around, horrified to see you standing there with a devious look on your face. He has no chance at hiding his shame, his pants are down around his ankles and your underwear doesn’t hide much. Fuck, your underwear!! His face turns bright red and he starts to stammer out an excuse but you cut him off. You tell him if he wanted to play dress up all he had to do was ask, you close the gap between the two of you and trail a hand up his chest.

“Get on the bed.”

He’s quick to follow your command, desperate to see where this goes. He sits in the center of his bed watching your every move, his breath hitches as you reach under him to pull your underwear off his body. You comment about how stretched out they are now that he put them on his perverted body, he lets out a small whine as an apology but before he can come up with one you grab his jaw.

“Open.”

A quick smile flashes across his lips before Mammon opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out partially. You hold his jaw open with one hand and shove your underwear in his mouth with the other, his eyes flutter shut and he lets out a muffled moan, his thighs twitch and you can see the precum start leaking out of his tip.

“Such a dirty boy, you like being treated this way?”

You tease him more and watch as he tries to grind against your knee placed between his legs, his hands trail up to your hips and hold on to you in a helpless manner. He’s yours to use however you see fit, just let him keep the underwear afterwards as a reward for good behavior~

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years ago

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Phone Sex

TW: Smut. Language. Masturbation.

SUMMARY: JJ’s perspective of his girlfriend calling him in need of a release while she’s on vacation…

WORD COUNT: 1160

*REQUESTED*

Anonymous asked:

Hey love! Happy birthday💖

I’m going through a JJ phase and was thinking if maybe you could do one from [also maybe his POV] where he gets a call from reader while she’s on vacation with his family because she’s horny and can’t get herself off without him so he tells her all the things he’s going to do to her as soon as she’s back

Feel free to change it as much as you want and also hope you have a great day 🥳

*THANK YOU SO MUCH! HOPE YOU LIKE IT!*

Phone Sex

It's like she knew...

Having spent less than five minutes swiping through my phone's album dedicated for lonely nights like these, my cock already twitching at just how she knew how to use those curves and, fuck, that mouth, her name came across my screen. And just like me, she had been in search of something only we could offer each other...

"J?" That damn sugared tone that made me have to repress that coming groan. I had witnessed it frequently as she would look up to me from beneath those heavy lashes, mouth parted slightly, and devious need teasing the words she never needed to say. She asked for anything, she would get it. By any means necessary.

"Princess?"

"I miss you..." Her words were innocent enough, but I knew better. I could imagine her now within the hotel room, stretched over the sheets in only my shirt or even just lingerie-

My mind went blank whenever I pictured her in anything with lace. All the times I'd torn it from her body and it was never enough. Almost as if it had been the first time, every time...

"You sound tired, sweetheart..."

"I’m...frustrated..." She sighed, a hint of a smile heard on the edge of her words as I knew her well. I wondered if she had already used her fingers or maybe one of her lackluster toys that ‘paled in comparison to me’, her words not mine. It was enough to bring my hand to my cock, stroking at the thought alone, all while she would smirk. I knew it. Even if I couldn't see her. I knew she knew her affect on me.

"Yeah baby?"

"Mmm...hmm...I want you here with me..."

"You aren't enjoying your vacation with your family?"

"How can I when all I want is your hands on me and your tongue...JJ, I need you..."

"I'm here, baby..." My voice lowered in lust. I could drown in its depths, just as I could easily do between her legs. I licked my lips apart at the thought of her taste, just as sweet as the innocence she tried to portray.

"I can't make myself come without hearing your voice..."

"Aww, my poor girl...need my help?"

"Please, JJ...I'm so wet..."

I rolled my eyes closed at the thought, my speed increasing over my cock, twists rolled over the crying tip for further lubrication, as I paced myself to last for her. Just as I could spend the entire night inside of her, sweat and aches left behind after hours embedded and intertwined, she could also make me come just as quickly.

"Are your fingers where they should be? Where I'd put them?"

"They have been since I heard your voice..." I couldn't fight the curse from my lips.

My perfect dirty little princess...

"I swear to God, you're gonna be so sore when you come home. I'm not gonna let you leave my bed until you're shaking..."

"Fuck..." She breathed deeply, an expulsion I knew well as she was rubbing her sensitive clit.

"Tell me. Tell me what you'd do, JJ, please..."

I didn't need to be told twice. Not when it came to her. To be honest, she didn't even need to ask once. Just a shift of her gaze or a sigh and I was determined to please her.

"I'd start by kissing you...making you breathless while my fingers ran down your body. I wouldn't be able to last long before needing to feel your skin. Those nipples...they would be between my teeth-"

"Ahhh..." She moaned as I paused to the welcome interruption.

"Play with them for me, princess. Just like I do..."

"J!"

"Then I'd slip my fingers to that little clit, rubbing slowly at first as you wrapped your hand around my wrist. Then one finger...then two...inside that dripping pussy, MY dripping pussy-"

"Yours."

I smirked. I loved hearing her say that.

"JJ, I'm so wet, I'm...mmm...."

"I know baby, I'm so fucking hard-"

"I want to be on my knees for you, JJ...I want to feel you gag me and I want to taste you while you come-"

"Not before I make you first. I would be between your legs, my tongue making laps-"

"JJ-"

"Rub faster for me sweetheart, okay? Make it feel so good until I can...My dirty, sexy girl, loving herself for me..letting me hear those moans I love so much-"

"JJ, are you close?" I was always close. My girl could look at me with those bedroom eyes and I'd stain my shorts.

"I'm getting there baby...but I want you to put one finger in for me, okay? Just one-"

"I need two!"

"Then do three." I ordered, almost growling as I could imagine her eyes rolling back in pleasure. A sight I knew well and exclusively.

"Ugh! Oh my God!" I knew by the way she sang to me that she was in her own room, but God, what I wouldn't give to hear those moans beneath me right now. Maybe some naive part of me believed if I made her loud enough that she was here in a way.

"JJ! I'm so close!"

"I'd have you on top this time, Princess. Riding my cock. Letting you use it exactly how you needed until you came for me. Then you'd be put on your back and fucked so I could stuff you so full of me, you'd always have me with you. Knees to your chest...from behind. In the Twinkie. The bathroom of thr fucking Airport. I swear to anything and everything that I will tie you to my goddamn headboard for days proving how much I missed you-"

"J-"

"You come for me. I wanna hear it, baby...let me..." My release was closed. Tightening and quickening, her moans edging me closer as mine had done the same to hers.

"J!"

"That's right, princess, keep coming for me..."

"Come with me JJ-"

"My hand is already sticky because of you baby-"

"God, I want to lick those fingers-"

"Goddamn, my girl's so dirty-"

"J! I'm-"

Her name came out more as a breath as I was silenced by that rush of pleasure as my body shook at the thought of it being her. Even in my grandest ambition and tightest grip, nothing compared to her. Nobody else ever could.

"Shit..." I spoke in finality as she giggled on the other end of her phone.

"Did you have your panties on that time?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Good. I want you to slip 'em off for me and send me a picture of the mess you made for me..."

"Then I want one too."

"Deal, princess."

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years ago

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Mine: Antonio Dawson x Reader

Rated M for smut

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You hadn’t expected Severide to run his mouth. It had been a one-night stand when you’d first transferred to Chicago after a messy divorce five years ago. Two lonely hearts finding each other in the midst of the turbulence and carving out a shallow connection, it had been over and done with. You’d seen him since but the two of you moved in different orbits and you were glad for it. It was in Molly’s one night he brought up the headboard. He’d had a little too much to drink and was proclaiming you owed him one since you’d broken his headboard that time.

It was long in the past but the idea of another man’s hands on you especially Severide’s drove Antonio crazy. He was pissed that the other man had brought it up in the first place. He knew about the one-night stand, knew that there were no feelings there at least not on your side but that savage urge to claim you vibrated through him. The thought of Severide’s hands on you made him want to spend the night tangled up in you, kissing you, reminding you who you belonged to.

He was quiet on the drive home, his dark eyes glinting in the light from the streetlamp. You could see the tension in his jaw, the way the skin stretched white over his knuckles as he grasped the steering wheel. His right hand deviated from the gear stick, instead coming to rest upon your knee. His thumb smoothed over the indentation as his fingertips brushed over the hem of your dress, pushing it higher.

“I hate the thought of his hands on you.” Antonio told you, bunching the fabric tightly in his hand so that the lace began to tear. “I hate the thought of him kissing you, fucking you.”

“Toni.” You said, your fingers entwined with his before you guided his hand between your legs. “You’re the only man I want, the only one that has ever made me feel like I’m worth something.”

He inclined his head towards you.

“Baby, you mean everything to me.” He told you, his fingertip grazing over your moist core through the cotton of your panties. You were soaking already, the material sticking to the outline of your clit as his finger traced over it slowly.

“Show me.” You breathed. “Show me that I belong to you.”

You don’t make it home. You end up in the empty carpark of a movie theatre, in the backseat of the car. Your panties are long gone, tossed God knows where. Antonio drew you into his lap, his hand gripping your jaw guiding your mouth back to his. His kisses are searing, each one sending a blaze of heat pulsing through you, chasing away every single one of your thoughts. When he entered you it’s with slow intentional thrusts, giving you just a little bit more each time. You want it all, you crave the way he fills you, the noise he makes when he’s finally seated deep inside of you. You whine as he teases you and he smiles, because he knows, how needy he makes you, how desperate. “Mine.” He whispered, his teeth grazing the curve of your throat. “All fucking mine.”

He fucked you like a man possessed, with roaming hands and a pace that’s unrelenting. He hit that devious little spot inside of you, the one that made you fucking sing every time. He listened to the pitch of your whimpers, drawing out each and every stroke until he heard your breath become ragged and that feral noise emit from your throat.

“Tell me, I’m the only one.” He snarled, his hand in your hair, winding it tightly around his fist as he forced you to look into his furious black eyes. “Tell me I’m the only one that’s ever fucked you this good.”

“Toni, there’s no one else that has made me feel the way you do, no one else I love more than you. No one else who can fuck like me this.” You uttered, your fingers carding through his hair. His hands came to rest upon your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh as he thrust up into you.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” He growled against your skin. “Gonna squeeze my dick so tight that I cum inside of you? Would you like that?”

“Fuck Toni.” You breathed, pink flushing across your cheeks. “I need it. I need you.”

“I got you, baby.” He whispered, his hand coming to rest on your throat. His dark eyes were on yours as he squeezed just a little, your pulse thrumming underneath the pad of his thumb. You exhaled, that savage smile spreading across your lips as the ecstasy exploded through your synapses like a firework. A haze of pleasure, noise and colour erupted inside of you as you came. The orgasm hit Antonio like a freight train, ploughing through his senses as he spilled himself deep inside. Fuck he loved this, loved you, loved the feel of himself leaking out of you.

“I love you; you know that right?” he murmured, his thumb trailing over the shape of your lips.

“Yea Toni,” you whispered. “I do.”

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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cold (m.)

request. soft nsfw scenario with gojo and his s/o on winter ♡

cw. cockwarming, sleepy sex, dom! gojo, “kitten” as a pet name, overstimulation, creampie, slight nipple play, explicit smut

note. sorry for the late request completion, but here it is, thank you for requesting on my milestone event! i’m not sure if this was “soft” enough since i got carried away, but i hope you like it!

Flakes of snow crumpled outside, heaps of stark white outlining the pavement and frosting the green leaves that had now been concealed from view. From outside, you could see the neighbors’ dogs happily chasing one another, their paws sinking from the cold. Smiling to yourself, you buried deeper in the covers and into your main source of heat, who was still snoring softly as he enjoyed his rare day off’s from work.

Twisting to your side, you cupped Satoru’s face, feeling warmth blossom from your chest and onto your palms. He looked so pretty like this – crystal hair and lashes relaxed, dusting just above his eyelids and his glossy lips still moisturized even from the biting cold.

You ran a thumb to his lips, thinking how unfair it was that he looked so ethereal even when asleep.

It was a nice sight to see your boyfriend out from his teacher’s uniform, clad in black sweatpants and an equally dark sweatshirt that now hung low to expose his defined collarbones. Tempting, he was, especially since his arm was lazily draped over the curves of your hips, large, rough hands cupping your ass even if he’s in dreamland. You wondered what he’s thinking about – you, perhaps? hopefully. It would be a shame if he had something else in mind, and in a sudden wave of jealousy, you snuggled closer to him, your head buried in his chest.

From above you, Satoru stirred. His movements were miniscule, unsure, and still sleepy for the first few seconds, until his wandering hands grazed over your skimpy shorts (mostly as an excuse to absorb his warmth skin-to-skin) and onto the plump flesh of your ass.

“Morning,” he croaked out, voice still heavily laced with sleep. “What’re you doing there, kitten?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head and pecked him on the lips, taking the man by surprise, though he didn’t pull away. Both of you enjoyed each other’s presence in the moment – with him smiling sleepily at you, his fingers tracing patterns on your legs that are mingled with his, and with you grinning up at him like you were the happiest person in the world. And well, you were. “Baby,” you started, using your most docile tone that you knew always had him weak, accompanied with wide eyes and a puppy pout. “I don’t want to leave bed but we need to eat soon. We’ve been sleeping for like, half a day already.”

Satoru’s cerulean eyes gleamed with mischief. “I think we’ve been doing more than just sleeping and that’s why we can’t leave the bed. You see, my little kitten has unfortunately bound me to the bed with her deceiving nature as a temptress.”

“Stop!” you whacked his chest playfully, your cheeks only burning further with heat the louder he laughed at you.

It was true – the laziness and comfort the cold brought, along with the need to just be impossible close to each other made getting out of bed seem such like a daunting task. If that wasn’t enough, he’d also taken you in different ways, keeping up to his word that he would fuck you on every corner of the house if that was what need be. As a result, your legs ached. Satoru took the liberty to carrying you pretty much everywhere, but it also came with the price that he’d pull your undies down just the next second, stuffing either his fingers or cock deep into your heated cunt.

Satoru effortlessly captured your wrist to stop you from your measly attacks, grabbing you until you were draped all over his body. With your weight on top of his, legs straddled on either sides of his waist, you regarded one another with so much sensations – of adoration, of lust, of need, of love.

Your boyfriend leaned upwards, pressing his forehead to yours until he was close enough to graze your nose against his. “I want you,” he breathed out hotly, his hands already on their way to squeeze your perked ass. “It’s too cold – warm me up?”

“Nasty little bugger,” you teased, but made quick work of shoving his pants down anyway.

Thanks to his teasing and your overall undeniable attraction for your boyfriend, your body felt like it was incessantly burning, but you had a duty to please him, otherwise he’d be whiny and bother you the rest of the day with his neediness. So with a roll of your eyes that was accomplished with faux annoyance, you slipped his cock out of his boxers – unsurprisingly, Satoru was already hard – and slipped him inside your mouth.

Satoru sighed, whispering finally under his breath as he relaxed back on the pillows. You let him stay there, cock hard and throbbing, but he didn’t seem to show any indication he wanted to fuck. After last night’s activities where you accidentally scratched the leather couch open from when he took you from behind, ass cheeks sore and bruised from the roughness of his palm’s impact onto yours, he must be really tired, and your legs still trembled until now.

You settled on your side to make yourself comfortable. Eyes closed and breathing softly, your mouth was the only thing that kept his cock warm. He twitched every now and then, his soft, curled hairs tickling your cheek.

His fingers began to thread your hair for some light patting; silent appreciation for how sweet you were to him. A few minutes passed where the both of you stayed there, almost on the brink of falling back to sleep again from the laxness winter always came with, until Satoru groaned, pushing your head off away from his cock. Blinking up at him, your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks in confusion.

Satoru didn’t speak.

He simply pulled you towards him, but twisted your body before you could kiss him. His actions made you huff in disappointment, and your boyfriend chuckling under his breath did nothing to alleviate your protests that you warmed his cock up for him but wouldn’t even let you kiss him.

“Hmm, I just want things to be fair for us,” he hummed against your neck, fingers splayed out over your belly. Satoru’s hands were cold from under his oversized shirt that you wore, and you tried to push him away, though the guy was too stubborn to let go. In your irritation to make yourself comfortable, you failed to register that he was already tugging your shorts aside, groaning deep when the tip of his cock slid over your wet, pussy lips. “Fuck, kitten, no panties? You were really that bare around me the whole night? I bet you’re not wearing a bra too.”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Easy to taunt as usual, his cold fingers trailed up from your stomach and onto your erect nipples, which he rolled playfully between his digits. Gasping from the stark contrast of your warm skin on his chilled ones, you ended up falling back on his arm under your head, shivering and clenching your jaw the longer he toyed with them.

His chest reverberated against your back from his laughter. You hated how sexy he sounded even when he wasn’t remotely trying to be tempting.

“You’re so cold.”

“Push me away then,” he smirked onto your hair, leaving little butterfly kisses over your cheeks that he could reach. Scoffing in protest, you cuddled closer to his arm and pushed your ass back to his erection to shut him up. “Oh,” he chuckled, “Did I make my kitten mad?”

“Shut up and put it inside me.”

“Your wish is my command, kitten.”

Your eyes shut tight as he slipped himself inside you, his long cock stretching you so good. Each inch of his cock slid in wonderfully, your walls accommodating and hugging him like he was meant to stay there and only there. The both of you released contented sighs now that he was seated deep inside you, his pelvis flat on the curve of your ass. His hands remained cupping your breasts as he mumbled sweet nothings into the crook of your neck, his body finally warm and your positions comfortable.

You would’ve happily fallen asleep like this – your head on his arm, his body locked around yours so tightly that you felt safe and protected, the curtain of his affection like a midnight lullaby to soothe you into slipping.

Then he started moving.

It started slow at first; slow, experimental thrusts that felt more like he was just wiggling to make himself comfortable. You chided at him for it, but the idiot only chuckled, complaining that you were ‘too tight and suffocating him.’ After telling him he could pull out and be deprived of your heat, he immediately shut up and only hugged you tighter, playfully sinking down his teeth over your neck to snarl, “Never. This little kitty is mine.”

You knew he was teasing you. It was evident from the way he slid in and out in an excruciatingly slow manner, as if trying to see if he could pull out those soft moans from your pretty lips that were wrapped around his cock that was now inside you just seconds ago.

Of course you wanted to moan. Of course you wanted to bask in this pleasure; his dick throbbing inside you, your walls clenching around him that granted you sharp intakes of breath from your rather unbothered boyfriend – but you just didn’t want to. Sure, maybe you were being bratty, but didn’t he love it? Besides, it only urged him to be a little rougher with you, a little meaner, to move a little faster and fuck you a little harder. It didn’t really take much to be reduced into the lovely kitten that mewled and clawed at his wrists.

This was something Satoru knew very well, and it really wasn’t beyond your boyfriend to push you over the edge.

Even with your back turned to him, you could feel his devious smirk hot on your skin, his nimble fingers slipping down to play with your clit. Now that elicited a whimper from you, and his snickers did nothing to alleviate the torturous pleasure he fucked you with.

Satoru kept flicking his fingers side to side until your clit throbbed between his fingers, the little bundle of nerves red and swollen just for his taking. Just as you were losing mind, he pushed your hair away from your neck and dipped his tongue into the shell of your ear, where his masculine groans and restrained pants harmonized beautifully with the little please’s you kept chanting over and over again. His cock was also relentless as he fucked into you, his hips godly into thrusting right at your sweet spot that had you viewing your room white like the snow that padded outside.

“Hnggr – T’Toru, too much—” you gripped at his wrist in an attempt to slow him down a little. He felt too good and too hot; at this pace, you couldn’t guarantee you could prolong your orgasm a little more, and you didn’t want to cum too early. “Baby, I—”

“You’ll take it,” he insisted, the grip he now had on your hips close to bruising. However, there was still that fact that you were his precious kitten that lingered at the back of his mind that prevented him from going too rough to you. The last thing he wanted was to break you, especially when he planned on fucking you until your pussy took in the shape of his cock and he’d fucked you too stupid that you remembered nothing else but his name. “You’re a good kitten, aren’t you? You can take it. Hold on a little longer for me.”

Your moans only turned to spur him on. You lay there limp like a ragdoll as he used you as he pleased, his hips snapping deep into yours until your mouth had fallen open, too shocked and drunken in pleasure to form a coherent thought.

“Feels so good,” your walls tightened around him, fingers laced around his veiny wrist that was still very much planted between your legs.

Satoru ignored the feverish manner of you rubbing your legs together, attacking you and ravishing you however he desired simply because why not. He was everywhere on you – his cock stretching you out and reaching places not even your toys could ever wander, his fingers rubbing and rolling your clit, his tongue and teeth leaving marks on the abused patch of skin on your neck and shoulders the longer he marked his territory with his scent on his signature. Not that he needed to since you would forever be his, but he didn’t want to take the chance.

“Fuck, kitten, so fucking tight for me,” he praised before his other hand gripped your boob, the pleasure too burning and overwhelming that you tipped your head back, knocking back on his chest where his heartbeat jumped and skipped even from underneath his shirt. “Oh, you always make me feel so good, always warming me up, huh?”

“Yes, yes, fuck, now please, I wanna cum,” you whined desperately, catching his lips at the same time his pace increased and made your body tremble. “Satoru,” you cried in between the kiss, hoping that he’d listen to your please this time. “Baby, too much, p-please?”

“Cum for me,” Satoru encouraged, rolling his hips in time with you meeting his cock thrust by thrust. He held onto your boob like it was his lifeline, everything he was doing igniting fireworks to explode within you. With one final, teasing pinch to your engorged clit, Satoru pushed you to the edge and you came around him, hard. The aftershocks of your orgasm were ridden out the longer he fucked himself deep into you, withering down fucked-out mumblings of please, it’s too much left unheard by his ears. Your walls clamped down around his cock the longer he stimulated you, and you were crying around him from the sensations bursting within you, the tears dripping down to his shirt.

Finally, his thrusts grew sloppy – a sign he was close. Satoru stilled his hips inside you, buried to the hilt and his skin flushed hot next to yours before you felt him spill his seed right into your warmth.

The feeling of both your cum dripping out your pussy lips were halted when Satoru pulled one last thrust, shushing you with a kiss when you moaned brokenly from the movement. You panted in his arm afterwards, holding onto his bicep and the sheets for dear life. He refused to pull out as he gathered you into his chest, kissing your tear-stained cheeks and wet lashes with a tenderness so alien to his dominance in bed.

“Shhh, shhh, you’re alright, I got you, kitten,” he soothed, brushing your hair away from your damp skin.

The heat on your bodies were immediately replaced by the biting cold, and you kissed him back once you were settled, sighing into the sweetness of his mouth and everything that was Satoru.

“’Em tired,” you eventually mumbled, too exhausted to bother cleaning up the mess he’d left between your legs.

You were thankful that he hadn’t pulled out yet, otherwise his load would drip further down your thighs and make a mess on the sheets – something you didn’t want to be bothered with.

As if sensing that you needed to be pampered now more than ever, your boyfriend nodded behind you, wiggling his lips one last time to make himself comfortable inside you. His warmth was comforting and more than welcomed, so much so that you momentarily forget his cum was still inside you. Satoru didn’t stop in caressing your skin, rolling the knots of your shoulders until you were growing sleepy before him, legs and bodies in a tangled mess similar brought about by the winter’s result to crave heat. And in the presence of your boyfriend, you were once falling back to into dreamland, but not before Satoru left one last reminder.

“Rest as much as you need, kitten,” Satoru whispered into the hollow of your ear, his tongue poking out to slowly coax you into the blissful lull of slumber. “You’re gonna need it for when I keep fucking you until winter passes.”

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dreamingofbucky · 3 years ago

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TEASE ME ONCE | STEVE ROGERS X FEM!READER

✧･ﾟ: *✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

summary || You loved to tease your boyfriend, Steve, but how far can you go until he realizes? You’ll just have to find out.

word count: 6k

Warnings/Tags: 18+ minors DNI. slow burn, teasing, oral (m to f), use of sex toys, praise kink, size kink, b*ndage with ties (beedeeSM? yes, please), explicit adult content.

This weekend has been rather boring. While most weekends were spent either with your boyfriend, Steve, or with your best friend, Natasha, this weekend just seemed to be on standstill.

Your body was itching to do something, but you didn’t know what. Steve left early that morning to be with Sam and Bucky, his two best friends, and although you thought you would be able to make plans with your friends they were all busy.

So, what did you end up doing? Hatch a devious plan for when Steve got back.

He should be getting back anytime now, your eyes glancing at the clock again on the kitchen stove, the small digits displaying that it was almost six pm.

You ran to the main bedroom and threw the closet doors open, stepping inside the massive walk-in closet and humming along to a random song in your head. Your hands glided against the various fabrics that were hanging on the right side of the closet. If you wanted Steve to keep up with your games tonight, you’d have to do it right.

Once you near the correct section of the hangers, your hands drift towards a lace set of panties and a bra. The soft nude fabric with small flower details etched all over was perfect.

Steve and you were almost a year together and even when he was busy with missions, you both maintained a pretty active sex life. It’s like once the two of you were in the same room, you both went feral.

Grabbing the hanger, you pull the set closer to you and throw it onto the ottoman in the middle of the closet. You’d leave it there until it was time. First, you had to tease him a little until he deserved your body in that lingerie. You were already wearing pretty revealing clothing as is, a thin white shirt that showed the outline of your bra and grey pajama shorts that were just a little too short after Steve accidentally washed them in hot water and shrunk them. You didn’t mind though, and he didn’t either once he realized the effect it had on him.

A half hour later, the front door was clicking open and you were settled back on the couch as if you didn’t just grab lingerie in the closet with a devious plan. The wine glass you were halfway done with sat on the coffee table in front of you.

Your eyes drifted to the front door, your core already beginning to ache as Steve steps in. His dark blue sweater hugged his figure perfectly and you licked your lips at the sight of him. He must’ve shaved this morning before he left, making his jaw look even more chiseled than it already is.

His blue eyes lift up and catch yours as he closes the door and makes his way towards the kitchen island to the left of the living room.

“Natasha was busy?” Steve speaks up, kicking off his shoes and placing them near a wall where the rest of our shoes are.

You nod your head and reach for the wine glass and bring it to your lips before responding, “She was.”

“Hmm. Sorry, I would have brought you with me,” Steve says as he walks towards a cabinet and grabs a glass and fills it with water from the fridge.

He makes his way towards the couch and you perk up, sitting more straight. Your legs are hitched up near your chest as you comfortably lounge on the couch.

Steve sits next to you, the couch cushion dipping with his weight and his right hand moves to caress your knee. You look up at him and see him drink from the glass and then catch you staring. The crimson glow creeping up his cheeks make you fluster as well.

“Bucky and Sam would have hated me there,” You counter, a smile spreading across your face.

You liked having your time with your own friends and Steve having his time with his boys. You never minded that he didn’t invite you to those hangouts.

His hand starts moving in slow motions, up and down your knee and your breath hitches. You shake your head slowly and have to remind yourself that you’re the one that has to make Steve beg for it tonight.

You shift your weight so his hand falls off your knees and he gives you a quizzical look before leaning back in the cushion, legs spread wide and one arm spread across the back of the couch.

You wanted to take him right there. God, you wanted it so bad.

“You’re not wrong,” Steve answers as he finishes his glass and places it on his thigh. Your eyes follow his hands where they stay on his thick thigh and you lick your lips in anticipation.

“Mhm,” You reply, your body already heating at the close proximity.

Steve leans his head back against the couch and sighs, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again and looking at you with curiosity flooding his face.

“You’re thinking of something, sunshine,” Steve says so softly, if you weren’t staring at his lips as they formed each word you would have missed what he said.

The nickname falls out of his lips so smoothly, one that he coined when you two first began dating. As cheesy as it sounds, Steve really did make you feel like sunshine even on those stormy days.

You look up at the ceiling and shrug your shoulders, trying not to make eye contact with him anymore. He could tell if you were lying just by looking at your eyes. It was a blessing and a curse, especially when you’re attempting to succeed with your plan.

You shake your head, strands of your hair framing your face as you head shakes. “Nope, I’m mainly thinking about dinner and a movie we can watch.” You can feel his gaze leave you and your shoulders slump as you exhale slowly.

“Don’t worry about dinner, I’ve got it. You go on and get more wine and find a movie.”

“Are you sure?” You weren’t exactly lying about dinner, but you weren’t exactly hungry for food.

Steve nods his head and claps his hand on his thigh as he pushes himself off the couch and stands up, lending out his free hand towards you.

You look up at him, hoping your eyes are big enough as you bite your bottom lip. Steve’s body goes rigid for a second as he sees you there, sitting on the couch eye level with his crotch. The way your eyes are looking up at him, submissively, has his cock twitching at the thought of you taking him right then and there.

He clears his throat and you hide a smile as you grab his hand and let him pull you up. You grab your wine glass from the coffee table and follow Steve’s broad shoulders as he walks you both to the kitchen.

In less than half an hour, Steve is cooking up his favorite steak recipe and you’re assisting by sitting on a nearby counter, waiting for the mashed potatoes that are cooking on the stove to be done.

“All right, we’re done. Grab some plates, sunshine?”

You nod your head and slide off the counter, heading towards a cabinet and pulling out two plates and making your way towards Steve. He’s turning off the switches on the stove and letting the steak rest before cutting it into thin slices on a cutting board on the counter next to the stove.

“Thanks,” Steve exclaims as he takes the plates from your hands, his huge ones engulfing both your hands and the plate edges together. You look up at him, the heat of his palm scorching your skin and bringing tingles to your body at his touch.

Steve’s lips lift into a sly smile before gently taking the plates from my grip and placing them on the counter next to the cutting board, lifting each steak carefully until they’re on the board and he begins slicing. You watch him as his hands get to work with the large knife and the veins in his hands appear as he focuses on cutting each steak.

You lick your lips hesitantly and then watch Steve place the pieces onto each plate. He licks his fingers from the steak’s juices and then turns towards the small pot of mashed potatoes that are alone on the stove.

“Wait, you need to try it out first,” You speak up, wanting to make sure he likes it first before putting it on his plate. You tried a new recipe and hoped he’d like it.

Steve gives a brisk nod and picks up the ladle in the pot and scoops a small bit of mashed potatoes before bringing it to his lips and tasting it. His eyes widen as he eats it and then nods, looking at you in approval.

“That’s really good, even better than last time.”

You smile proudly, but then watch with wandering eyes as Steve puts the ladle back down and instead of putting the food on your plates he takes a finger and dips it into the mashed potatoes. You inhale sharply, watching him pick up his finger with a glob of the food and lean towards you.

“Steve-” You start but you stop yourself. You can take control of whatever you both are doing right now…

You bite your lip and then open your lips into a tiny “o” as he leans further and places his finger in your mouth. The warm food is heavenly, melting in your mouth, and you can’t help but moan at the decadent taste. You lock eyes with Steve as you close your lips around his finger, swirling your tongue around and you can see Steve’s blue eyes grow a shade of dark aegean blue.

The butterflies in your stomach, and the heat in between your thighs grow as you continue swirling your tongue around Steve’s finger… until you pull away, your lips making a pop sound as you retract his finger from your mouth.

You mischievously grin and and you see Steve’s shoulders slowly rise and fall as he handles his breathing after what you just did. You’re hoping he can get to it and finally take you to the bedroom, but then you remember you’re still not in the lingerie you planned.

Steve turns around, facing his back towards you and you furrow your brows wondering why he isn’t doing anything about what you just did. Usually, he’ll have you flipped over his shoulder and spanked.

“I’m going to freshen up before dinner,” You say nonchalantly, letting him grab the plates full of food and before you can see what he does, you turn on your heels and head towards the bedroom where your lingeries awaits.

Once you get your lingerie on, you plan to ditch the shorts and shirt you were previously wearing and decide on an oversized white cable knit cardigan that goes just below the knees. It wasn’t cold in the apartment, but you still needed to continue teasing Steve and this would be perfect with the lingerie underneath.

As you make your way back to the front of the apartment, Steve is already seated, pouring himself a glass of the wine you’ve almost finished today. His large hand almost covers the whole glass as he lifts it up to drink, his eyes scanning around the room until they land on you.

You don’t meet his eyes as you clear your throat, getting on one of the island bar stools and planting your ass there, making sure Steve has full view of your exposed legs. You shrug your shoulders, letting the fabric of the sweater fall off your right shoulder and you look at the plate in front of you and smile.

“It looks good, I can’t wait to dig in,” you say loudly, grabbing a fork and knife to get started on the steak. Steve’s eyes haven’t left your body since and you can feel his stare in your peripherals, which makes you want to moan even louder as you take a bite of the juicy steak.

Steve shifts in his chair and exhales loudly, before digging into his own plate.

You’ve made Steve Rogers speechless.

As you both eat your food, you can feel Steve’s eyes glance at you in between bites and you finally turn your neck to see him finishing up his plate while you’re still halfway.

“Want more wine?” He asks, getting up from his barstool and walking towards the sink, placing his plate softly in it before looking up at you.

You nod slowly, finishing the last bite of your steak and moving your fork towards the rest of the mashed potatoes. This meal was orgasmic.

“Yes, please,” you manage to squeak out. His lips form a smirk as he grabs the wine bottle near his end of the island counter and then walks towards you until his chest is flush with your bare shoulder and you look up, batting your eyelashes as you watch him pour another glass for you. Before he retracts the bottle from your glass you see his eyes shift down, looking at you in a dominant nature and you gulp, already knowing that you’re soaked down there.

“You’ve got a little something,” Steve whispers, placing the bottle down on the island and then lifting his fingers towards the side of your lips, rubbing away whatever is there. But he doesn’t move his fingers, he keeps them there on your skin. The heat of his fingers rise and you gulp again.

Not wanting to end this game of cat and mouse just yet, you scoot your barstool back and hop off. You grab your wine glass quickly and see Steve stunned in place.

“Let’s watch that movie,” You singsong, your feet padding against the hardwood floor until you’re back on the couch. You pat the cushion next to you and Steve shakes his head, getting out of his trance before he follows your command and makes his way towards the couch.

He plops down again and grabs your hand that was resting on the cushion, pulling your body closer to him. You giggle and let him pull your body like you weigh nothing.

“Steve! Let me finish this glass,” you scream as the wine sloshes around the rim of the glass, almost splashing out.

Steve leans back and stretches out, his body twice the size of yours as you finish the glass and place it on the ground before you lay back. Steve warps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closely so he can spoon you. The movie begins to play and you don’t even remember Steve getting the remote from the coffee table. He tosses it on the ground before you both get comfortable.

But you don’t stop the teasing there. As Steve’s body is flush against yours, you use this to your advantage. You’ve put on an action movie in hopes that Steve would have concentration on the screen and you can continue your game.

You coddle closer to Steve, pushing your ass back into his front and you hear him grunt behind you. You can feel the growing need in your core as you begin to shift more, making sure your ass rubs just barely against his cock.

Steve sighs, moving his hand from your waist towards your legs, rubbing his palm in long stripes against your skin. You can feel his fingers get closer to the hem of the cardigan and the more you push your ass towards his cock the higher his fingers go.

Finally, his fingers find themselves underneath the fabric of the cardigan and make their way up towards your hip where the waistband of the lace thong is.

You feel Steve’s cock grow even harder against your back and you bite your lip in an attempt to hold back your laugh.

His fingers graze over the waistband, pulling it an inch in the air and then snapping it back against your hip.

You squeak and push your ass against him, causing him to groan and dig his fingers into your hips. You let out a heavy breath and keep your eyes on the tv as you begin to grind in small circles against him.

His fingers release the tension on your skin before going back for the waistband and then finally moving towards your center. His fingers graze against the lace fabric and he seethes through his teeth as you feel his body jolt forward and create even less room between your bodies.

“Steve-” You moan, cursing yourself for letting your desires take over the goal of teasing Steve until he begs for you.

“I know what you’ve been doing,” Steve finally whispers in your ear. The movie is loud, but you can hear him perfectly. The rasp in his voice makes you know that he is just as feral as you are.

You lean your head back, letting his lips graze your ear until they find your neck. He lays a small kiss before lifting his mouth off your skin. You let out a pathetic whimper from the loss of contact.

“It’s just a game,” You whine, continuing the grind of your hips on his cock. He growls in your ear as you cause his cock to grow even harder at the contact. “I was bored all day and needed-“”

But Steve doesn’t let you finish. He moves his hand away from your center before he had a chance to touch your pussy and you sigh in protest. But you hold your breath as he moves his hands from underneath the cardigan, pulling his hand on top of the cardigan and begins to unbutton it. You can’t register what he’s doing as he leaves the cardigan open, your body exposed in your front. He then reaches up towards your neck, locking you in place with his hand. At his mercy.

Fuck.

He squeezes his fingers against your neck before whispering, “You know you only have to tease me once to get me to fuck you.”

You breath through your nose harshly, hoping he can’t feel your heart begin to race.

You let out a whimper and then take your chance as he releases his fingers against your throat to jolt off the couch. Steve attempts to grab you, but instead grabs your cardigan where he previously unbuttoned them. It falls off you and he snickers, looking you up and down as you stand there in just a lace bra and thong.

Your cheeks redden as you watch his eyes feast on you, making your breath leave you. You widen your eyes and run.

Your steps can only take you so far down the hallway before you hear his loud footsteps behind you. The beating in your chest feels like you’re going to explode if you keep breathing harshly and don’t calm your fear of being caught.

But also, the thought of him catching you and punishing you for teasing him makes your pussy clench and you know you’re going to be a waterfall for him and he hasn’t even touched you there yet.

Suddenly, you feel his arms catch your waist and pull you flush to his chest. He wraps his hand around your neck and lifts your chin up towards him, his mouth pressed against your ear.

“You had your fun, sunshine, now it’s my turn”

You gulp, giving Steve a small nod as he pushes your body towards the bedroom center where the bed is. He flips you around, holding you by your waist and the back of your neck. His eyes are feral and your heart quickens at how dark Steve looks right now. He looks pissed and hungry for your submission.

You whimper as Steve closes the distance and locks his lips with yours, causing you to moan into his mouth. You can feel his lips tug into a smile as he continues to kiss you, tracing his tongue against yours. His hands are now all over you, pulling you closer and feeling all over your body.

The intimacy is almost too much as you push back to release your lips and take a deep breath. Steve grins and runs his hands under your butt before lifting your body up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He walks you both mindlessly towards the bed and he leans down to place you there gently.

Your eyes watch Steve as he doesn’t join you on the bed and you furrow your brows in confusion as you watch his body move back towards the closet. You see him disappear for a moment and hear shuffling noises. You look up at the ceiling, willing your heart to calm down and think of what Steve could probably be doing in the closet.

Before you can think of anything, he comes back out and his hands are full of his ties. Green, blue, black, and red ties are bundled in his hands and he smirks, watching you watch him from the bed. He finally reaches the bed and throws the ties except for the blue on on the bed next to you.

He drags his knees on top of the bed, your body in between his knees as he leans over you, dragging his nose against your neck before he kisses it and lays his lips on your ear.

“You’re going to be a good girl now, and let me have my way with you.”

Instinctively, your body bucks up in anticipation and he chuckles lowly in your ear, causing shivers down your spine. His hands move up and down the sides of your body causing goosebumps and he chuckles again as his hands pull your hands up past your head, locking his eyes with yours.

You can feel the heat of his body radiate off him and you bite your lip as you feel his hands bring your wrists together, tying them together with the blue tie. He pulls the ends in one movement, causing them to be tight enough where you can’t escape.

He lifts off from your body and you whine, wanting him to come back but he snickers and shakes his head as he grabs the red tie and looks from you to the bed post that’s adjacent to your body.

He leans over, grabbing you by the waist and turns you until you’re lying down on the bed correctly. He then grabs your tied wrists, pulling your body up against the frame of the bed. He then finds a way to tie your wrists to the bed post leaving your body at his disposal.

“Steve, please,” you beg, your body bucking up again for his touch but he just ignores you as he grabs another tie. You think he’s going to tie your ankles together this time but instead, he lifts the back of your head and wraps the black tie around your temple and then around your eyes, depriving you of your sense of sight.

You let out a heavy breath and Steve’s fingers linger over the tie on your eyes.

“Do you need them off, sunshine?” His concerned tone makes you remember that Steve only goes as far as you’ll ever let him. He doesn’t want to hurt you and you have to remember that.

You nod your head and he leans down, placing his lips on you and you jolt a little from the sudden touch you weren’t prepared for due to not having sight.

Your hands are up above your head, causing your wrists to move in small circles attempting to get out of the ties but it’s useless. You don’t mind being tied up, but you want to be able to touch Steve, too.

Before you can think of anything else, you squeal as you feel lips on your sternum. The feel of his shaven jawline causes shivers as he moves his head lower and lower until you feel his lips above your covered nipples. The lace bra is barely covering your skin, so you feel his lips perfectly on your skin.

“Tease me twice, and now you’re in for it,” Steve says loudly, apparently finishing his sentence from earlier and you take a deep breath waiting for his next movement. You feel his rough fingers run along your chest until they enclose both of your breasts. You never had Steve blindfold you, so this was a new feeling. You loved it.

His palms rub against your nipples at the perfect pace until you’re whimpering softly. He shuts you up by kissing you and you lift your chest off the bed hoping he can move his lips further down to your nipples.

Finally, Steve takes his sweet time to pull the lace bra straps off your shoulders and slide the fabric off your breasts. You expect him to lift your back to unclasp the bra, but instead you feel a hard tug against your ribcage as he pulls hard and snaps the bra by the band.

“There,” he slowly says, moving his hands over your breasts again. You moan, clasping your fingers together as you feel the heat of it all reach your core and you’re aching for him.

The feeling of his lips on your nipples make you squirm and you let out a squeal as he closes his mouth on your right breast. His tongue licks around your nipple until he sucks, causing his lips to make a pop sound as he releases your nipple from his mouth. He begins the same ritual with your other nipple and you clench your thighs together.

After he’s had his fun with your nipples, his tongue runs down your body in one long stripe until he meets the waistband of your tongue. Your thighs clench harder and you can hear Steve grunt as his fingers reach for the waistband, pulling them down slowly causing you to squirm and moan.

“I know what I want, sunshine,” His voice breaks through and you grunt in apprehension. “I’m gonna get it… and so are you.”

And with that, he pulls your thong by the waistband down quickly past your ankles until they fall wherever he lets them. Now, you’re fully exposed to him and he hasn’t even taken off a particle of clothing to your knowledge. You begin to feel the rise of heat to your cheeks as you think of Steve fully clothed and you lying naked on the bed at his mercy.

You hear shuffling and sounds of things moving and you move your head towards the sound, unable to make out what exactly Steve’s decided to do.

The bed dips again as you feel Steve’s body back on the mattress and he leans close, having both of your chests touching. You don’t feel his sweater anymore, which causes you to let out a breath as you register he’s taken off his shirt.

“Steve, what are you doing,” You let out, hoping he can walk you through what he’s about to do and explain what he has.

You hear a click next to your ear and you brace yourself for whatever it can be, but you have no idea. You finally hear another click and a whirring sound and that’s when it finally becomes clear.

He has a vibrator wand in his hand and he’s going to use it on you. You’re tied up with no way to have control over the vibrator. You’re done for.

“I love seeing your body crave my touch but also jump at every touch.” Steve speaks up as he moves the vibrator close to your chest, letting the wand touch your nipples. You bite your lip, holding in a moan as the vibrations make your nipples even harder than they already are.

“Just like that,” he praises as your body jolts up from the vibrations as he moves the wand lower onto your stomach.

The vibrator brings more sensation to your body and you let out heavy moans as it finally reaches your pussy. His hand follow the wand and you wish you could see what he’s doing.

“Fuck,” You hear him curse under his breath as his hand moves to your hip to keep you grounded.

Suddenly, you scream as his moves the vibrator down your folds until it’s pressed against your clit. The vibrations send shockwaves throughout your body and you attempt to clench your thighs together but Steve’s hand stops you.

“Not a chance,” his words shock you and you whimper through the amazing feeling of the wand against your clit.

He begins to move it in slow motions up and down your folds and your body bucks every time the vibrations go over your clit. You can already feel the wetness pooling down your thighs and onto the mattress.

“Steve, please, please,” you beg but Steve tsks as you feel his breath hover over your folds and you hitch your breath, until he lands his tongue over your folds.

This sensation causes you to scream and attempt to move your arms down, but the bed creaks as your tied wrists move from its anchored position.

“Steve!” You scream, making him grunt as he continues to lap up your juices and have the vibrator against your clit. In a few more vibrations and licks, you can feel yourself about to come.

“That’s right,” Steve breathes as he lifts his lips off your folds. “I think you’ve learned your lesson?”

He lifts the wand off your clit just as you’re about to climax and come, causing a whimper and moan release from your lips at the sudden loss of contact on your pussy. Your breathing has increased and you wriggle your body, trying to clench your thighs to finish the job, but Steve’s hands stop you again and spread your legs further apart.

Just this alone, has you even more wet and ready to come all over the bed. You wriggle again and he curses, pushing his hands down on your legs causing you to whimper at the force.

“You’ll come when I tell you to.”

You nod your head pathetically and relax your body, the heartbeat in your pussy still beating harshly waiting for it’s release. If Steve even touches your clit once, you’ll explode.

“Good girl, now I’m going to fill you up until you’re breaking those ties around your wrists.”

The dominance in his voice is achingly seductive and you just want him to fuck you into oblivion. But you know you’re under his control right now and he’s already deprived you of coming. You don’t want him to tease you all night, you don’t have the strength.

“Y-yes, sir,” you breathe out and you hear him chuckle.

The sounds in your ear are what you can only register as him taking off his belt and pants. You feel the bed dip again, and he stretches your legs even further apart, bringing a whimper to your lips.

The feeling of the tip of his cock is all you feel next as he leans down, hovering over your body. You feel his hand run up your waist, chest, and neck until his fingers hover over the blindfold. You bite your lip in anticipation and you feel his breath on your cheek as he slowly pulls down he blindfold, letting it fall around your neck like a collar.

His eyes drift towards the sight of his tie acting like a collar and he licks his lips. His once ocean blue eyes are a dark cobalt blue and you gulp, waiting for him to make the next move.

His cock twitches against your folds as he leans up, causing his cock to glide over your wet folds and you close your eyes and moan, leaning your head back. He grunts and then moves his hand to your neck.

“Open your eyes. I want to see you as I fill you up, I’m not waiting any longer.”

His words makes your heart pound harder and your thighs clench around his waist as you realize he’s done preparing you and whatever wetness you have in your is all the lube you’ll both be having.

Steve’s knees adjust until he can balance his weight on them as he keeps his hand on your neck and uses his other hand to go down between your bodies, grabbing ahold of his tip and letting it glide up and down your folds.

He curses under his breath again and feels your body attempt to relax as he pushes his tip in slowly. He leans back down, until he’s hovering you again and then uses his free hand to hold your waist as he pushes his cock straight into you.

The feeling of his length in your small hole causes you to moan and squirm, attempting to make room for his size.

“You can take my size. You’ve done it many times,” Steve teases as he pushes further until he bottoms out and you can relax now that the hard part is over. You can feel his girth fill you up and you bite your lip as he begins to move slowly out and then jams back into you, a scream pulling out of your lips.

He hushes you, pressing his lips towards you as he begins thrusting in and out of you. His tip is hitting your cervix everytime. The feeling of your climax comes back and you pull hard on the ties against your wrist and you hear the bed creak again as you use all your strength to break them.

Steve continues to kiss away your moans until he moves his lips to your neck and continues his harsh thrusts into your core. You can feel the sweat on his chest against yours.

You clench your thighs again and groan as his tip hits your cervix. His hand moves down towards your left thigh, stretching it even wider to give him an even deeper thrust. You open your mouth and moan, not believing he could even get deeper. He would break you in half if he kept this up.

“Steve, I’m going to come,” You whine against him and he lifts his head and locks his eyes with yours. Instead of the dark eyes that used to stare back at you, now his calm and ocean blue eyes are staring back at you.

“I know, baby, I’m going to fill you up.”

At those words you let loose, your thighs fall from his grasp and you gasp. Your pussy clenches against his cock and you groan as you come. He curses as he continues to thrust into you, your come milking his cock until he moves one more time and stills, groaning in your ear as you feel his seed fill you up.

Your pussy clenches again as you come down from your high and Steve’s dick twitches inside you.

Steve kisses your neck before kissing your lips and caresses your sides with his hands. You let yourself breathe in and out deeply and his breathing matches yours. He lifts his face to look at you and he smirks, watching your dazed eyes focus on him. You’re spent from the release and Steve knows it.

“You did so good, sunshine. I should tie you up more often.”

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aquagirl1978 · 2 years ago

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Good morning! Or day. I hope it’s going lovely for you. I was hoping to request 1 (or 26 if 1 is taken) with Sirius Oswald 😍 I adore your writing and can’t wait to read all the fics to come! ~Ally

Hi @yarnnerdally!!! I was thrilled when I saw your request - I have never written Sirius before, so I hope I do a good job with this. And I hope you don't mind, I tried to combined both prompts into this.

Hunger- Sirius Oswald x Reader (Ikemen Revolution)

A/N: Part of my Kinktober 2022 event.

Pairing: Sirius Oswald x Reader

Prompt: breeding/pregnancy

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; fingering; mentions of pregnancy; breeding; unprotected vaginal sex; multiple orgasms

A smile spread on your lips as a pair of hands encircled your waist, his touch warm and welcomed. You didn't think you'd ever get used to the fact that you were Sirius', and Sirius was yours.

A fluffy head rubbed against the soft curve of your neck, placing a biting kiss on your neck - the kind of kiss that left you wanting more and more. You laced your fingers with his, sighing softly, enjoying the embrace.

"What's cooking, little lady?" he asked, his breath tickling your ear.

You tilted your face, your lips meeting his in a soft, sweet kiss. "I baked you a pie. Apple."

He laughed, his eyes glittering with mischief, holding his hand against your flat midriff. "I do like apple. But I was hoping you'd tell me something else."

You swatted at his hand; averting your gaze, your cheeks burned, flushed with crimson. "It's way too early to know about that…"

Sirius spun you in his arms, lifting you onto the kitchen counter, pressing his lean body against yours. "Then we should keep on trying." He tilted your chin with his thumb, dipping his head to meet yours in a more passionate kiss. His tongue probed your parted lips, seeking entrance into your wanting mouth. Deepening the kiss, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Sirius slid his large hands under your skirt, his touch firm, spreading your thighs. With a devious smile, he inserted a long finger inside, slowly twisting and curling, pleased when his name was the only word whispered on your lips.

Clawing at his belt, you fumbled with the buckle until his erection was freed. Stroking his shaft, your thumb teased his tip until a drop of precum appeared.

"Not yet," he said, removing your hand from his cock, his husky voice bringing a pout to your lips. He hiked up your skirt, his touch tender on your thighs leaving you whimpering. Burying your head against Sirius' shoulder, your moans muffled, he rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit, your arousal slick with wetness.

Gripping your hips firmly, he pulled you closer to the edge, spreading your legs as far as they would go. Darkened with desire, he eyed his treasure hungrily, his meal fully laid out before him. His groans like that of a primal beast, he began to push his massive cock inside you.

He took his time filling you; he was in no rush, and wanted you to enjoy the pleasurable stretch. In and out, inch by inch, Sirius continued to thrust slowly inside you until your body swallowed him whole.

He stayed still for a moment, allowing you the chance to see their bodies joined. "Good girl," he praised. "You always take me so well."

Shut up and fuck me, you wanted to reply, but instead you sat mesmerized, pleased you could handle your lover so well.

Sirius began to thrust his hips against yours; each movement sending tiny thrills up your spine. Heat flooded your core, quickly spreading throughout your body like wildfire unleashed.

His pace quickened, his grunts growing louder each time his cock pushed into your body; pleasure building inside, you found yourself barely hanging on by a thread.

"Come for me," he coaxed, his fingers rubbing your clit. Closing your eyes, your body succumbed to the pleasure as you reached your first climax.

Sirius continued to thrust, his movements becoming harder and faster. Your head heavy, dizzy with desire, you wanted nothing more than to make your lover climax, too.

Inside you.

Sirius' hand rested on your belly, surely feeling his cock mercilessly impaling you. "I can't wait to see your belly swell with my seed. With our child." He kissed you, your moans melting on his lips. "I'll fill you every day if I have to."

Rapture rolled through your trembling body as Sirius filled you with his seed, giving you all that you desired. Filled with his love, you collapsed in his arms, clinging to his body.

He brushed a stray lock behind your ear, his thumb lingering, caressing your cheek. Soothing you, as you rested comfortably in his strong arms.

"The pie…" you mumbled, too tired to move.

"Don't worry, I'll get it," Sirius said, placing a kiss on your forehead. "And after we have some, I'll thank you properly. In the bedroom."

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missluckycharms · 3 years ago

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Could you do a smut at anne's house(harry's mum's house)????

Three Taps.

Summary: in which Y/N has to sneak into Harrys house at night to be alone with him and Harry loves hot chocolate with pink marshmallows.

A/N: this is a high school Harry x Y/N fic, both are eighteen in this, just keep that in mind as they are in high school but they’re of age.

Masterlist.

Warnings: Dom!Harry, oral sex, praise kink, size kink, gagging, dirty talk, Harry tends to be a sarcastic asshole even when they’re doing the devils tango.

Word count: 3.4K

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Three taps.

Thats what Harry told Y/N to do, tap three times on his bedroom window and he’d let her in. It’s been their code every few nights when she would sneak over to his house, or he would sneak into hers. Sure, they’re both eighteen, but as all parents say “my house, my rules” so they have to abide by that, kind of.

The pair have only been dating for a little over six months now, both of them graduating soon and moving away for college, but they’ll work around that when the time comes, for now, they have have to work around how Harry can fuck his girlfriend just the way they like, without his Mum waking up and finding them both in bed together, that wouldn’t be a pretty picture Harry thinks.

He’s on red alert, Y/N texting him nearly ten minutes ago saying she successfully snuck out and is now on her way over, the walk to his house is usually fifteen minutes, but she doesn’t mind, she’ll do anything to spend time with Harry — the same Harry who would fold someone up like a pretzel and shove them in a locker if they called him a name, but if Y/N did it, she would get a small smirk and a wink, knowing exactly what hers and only hers punishment was for that.

Harry is a complicated person, to his friends he’s nice - ish, to strangers he looks cold and like he would use you as his skateboard face down on the tarmac if you looked at him wrong, sure he would do that — but he’s not like that under all his rough exterior, he has a warm heart and loves squishy cuddles, and he also loves marshmallows in his hot chocolate, but only Y/N sees that side of him — he only allows her and his Mum to see that side of him. It took him a long time to actually soften up to her, the girl being persistent that she knew what he was really like, he’d shrug and laugh it off saying she was crazy, but when him and his Mum got into an argument and he showed up to Y/N’s house at nearly two in the morning, soaking from the rain and his cheeks tear stained — she knew he finally let down all his walls, he needed her and she gave him what he needed in that time, a hug and a mug of hot chocolate with pink only pink! Marshmallows.

Ever since he opened up to her that night, sipped on her heavenly made hot chocolate, he knew that he could always be safe with her, he would always know that she’s there when he needs her most and visa versa. They’re deemed the “odd couple” in school due to Harry being so cold and Y/N being the slightly quiet and lovable girl who would rather hug someone to death than shove them in a locker and leave them there, but somehow their differences only draw them together and make them one of the best couples there is, they balance one another out — Harry brings out Y/N’s crazy and adventurous side while Y/N brings out Harrys soft and calm side, opposites attract, and they’re living proof of it happening.

He jumps when the small three taps are heard at his window, his body immediately kneeling up and pulling across his curtains, looking down at her stood in his front garden with a hand full of small pebbles from his Mums flower garden (she always returns them) she’s smiling up at him, his own body on his bed right next to his window as he peers down at her, clad in his red baggy hoodie and her black leggings, her hair poking out from the hood of the hoodie as she waits for him to open the window.

“Ladder is by the gate baby” he whispers loudly down to her, she barely hears as she nods, making her way towards the back gate leading to their garden. She grabs it, making sure to not fall or it will wake his Mum up. Harry is practically hanging out the window when she rests the ladder against the wall, looking up at him as she wipes her forehead ridding the sweat.

“Sometimes, I think you only do this so I’ll get off my ass and actually work out” she grumbles falling in through his window and onto his bed, his laugh low as he pulls her jelly like body in, her laughs coming out as pants as he rests her down onto his pillow before shutting his window quietly, his ears on high alert for any movements from his Mums room across the hall.

“You’re just a lazy bum, sometimes I think you may pass out if you walk too much” he jokes looking down at her as she rolls her eyes, pulling down the hood and freeing her hair.

“I hate you. Fuck me, is your heating on?!” She says pulling his hoodie from her body, throwing it onto the floor and leaving her in only a sports bra and leggings, Harrys eyes widening at how easily she slipped it off and laid back down with no care in the world.

“Mum likes to keep it on, apparently her toes get cold in the night no matter what time of year it is” he rolls his eyes, leaning down to hover over her, forearms on either side of her head as she bites her lip smiling up at him giddily.

“No wonder you sleep naked, feels like a furnace” she jokes as Harry hums kissing her neck, her eyes rolling back at the feeling as she wraps her legs around his waist, their crotches grinding down on one another’s as they breath heavily trying to avoid moaning loudly — they both found out they love being vocal in bed, one day Harry was home alone and him and Y/N practically screamed down the house, he’s surprised Mrs Walker next door didn’t ring the police.

“Need to be quiet for me baby, okay?” He says whispering in her ear, her breathy moans being masked by his neck, her lips all over him as he rolls his head back, allowing her more access as she bites and nips at his skin, leaving behind marks that he’ll have to steal some of his Mums makeup to mask over when he’s walking around.

“Should be saying that to you, mister loud mouth” she jokes in a whisper by his ear, her lips sucking on his lobe is what causes him to bury his head in her neck to groan lowly from his chest, his hips rutting down into hers as they both roam one another’s bodies with their lips and hands.

“Very smart mouth for a girl who prefers it to be stuffed full of m’cock” he moans back, her lips now sucking and licking over his sweet spot just under his ear lobe, her own moan muffled by his skin as he shuts his eyes and looks up to the ceiling allowing her to kiss him further, her lips leaving a burning trail down his neck and over his collar bones — his favourite place to give and receive hickies on.

“Harry, shut up and just do something” she says annoyed, frustrated at her boyfriend who always choose to tease her with sarcastic remarks, he knows it riles her up and he loves that, he loves how needy and angry she gets when he grinds his clothed cock down onto her making sarcastic remarks and softly degrading her slowly as she grows wetter and wetter at his movements and words.

“Don’t have to ask me twice baby” he laughs kissing down her torso, his hands immediately shrugging off her bra with her help, and then he slowly pulls down her leggings along with her panties, leaving kisses on the spaces he makes bare and small hushed complements against her skin as he takes her all in under the light of his ten year old soccer ball shaped light hanging from the ceiling above them.

She’s a squirming mess under him, his lips instantly attaching to her clit as she bends her legs, resting her legs over his shoulders as he holds onto her outer thighs, the grip probably marking her skin as he devours her on his bed, his eyes looking up at her biting down on her lip, her hands grabbing a pillow and shoving it over her face to muffle her moans, Harry can hear them slightly, his eyes rolling back into his head as she shakes and squeezes her legs around his head.

“Come on baby, need to see you” he says slipping two fingers into her but not moving, the pillow coming away from her face as she looks at him in her usual fucked out state, glassy eyes and messed up hair.

“H, I can’t, I need to have it over me” she says referring to the pillow, her body shaking as Harry begins to slowly move his fingers in and out of her, stretching her as she drips down his fingers, the sound of his movements in her cunt causing him to press down his hips onto his bed to relieve himself a little.

“Put y’pretty panties in y’mouth baby” he says slurred from pleasure, his own hair a curly mess as his lips become more swollen and spit covered from how harsh he’s eating her out. He takes her panties in one hand, reaching up and rolling them into her mouth, instructing her to bite down on the white lace fabric before he’s back between her legs eating her out.

She’s moaning around the fabric of her panties, her drool wetting the lace as she tugs on Harry’s curls, his moans deep and raspy in her cunt as he keeps his eyes on hers that are threatening to close every second, the slaps he sends to her thighs cause her to open them back up and keep contact with him, his smile devious as he purposely sucks on her clit when she’s close, knowing it ruins her when he does that — he loves to watch her struggle to bite back her moans, the pair of them feeling the rush of nearly being caught everytime one of them make a loud moan or move too quickly which causes his headboard to slap a little off the wall behind it. He’s lapping up all her juices and her moans she’s muffling, her body shaking as he finally brings her to her first high of the night, his fingers not stopping as he rides her through it, kisses being placed to her thighs as she finally calms down, tears brimming her eyes and a lazy smile around her panties that are clutched between her teeth.

“Doing okay baby? Need me to take these out?” He asks crawling back up her body her hands immediately tangling back in his hair as she nods, letting him pull the soaked panties from her mouth, his mouth drooling at the sight of them in his hands.

“Gonna be able to take my cock without being gagged? Or will ya need to have your pretty lace panties back between your teeth?” He teases her, her eyes hooded with pleasure as she scratches her nails down his chest and stomach making the muscles under his skin flex with the slight burn of the marks she’s leaving behind.

“Want you to ruin me, may need them back in between my teeth” she says breathlessly, a slight smirk on her lips as he groans at her words, grabbing the panties and placing them in his own mouth, bending down and feeding them into her mouth, her own teeth clasping them as they leave his mouth, his tongue licking over her lips as she looks up at him with her glassy doe eyes.

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justthehiddleswrites · 4 years ago

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Please Forgive Me | Loki x Female Reader

A/N: I have started on the requests! This one was an anon request: a Loki x needy reader where the reader asks Loki to “make love to me” to make the reader remember every inch of Loki against their skin even days after. Just the reader and Loki passionately having sex/love.

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Loki spends a passionate night with his queen only to wake in the morning to bad news.

Warnings: Smut, angst, vaginal sex, fingering, one curse word, breeding if you squint, D/s dynamics if you squint, spanking, orgasm delay/denial

MY MAIN TAGLISTS ARE OPEN! (WHOLE ENCHILADA, HIDDLES and LOKI) LET ME KNOW IF YOU WISH TO BE ADDED. THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT AND READING!

One glance at the healers and you knew. You knew even before then, but their face sealed your fate.

“How long?” you asked , your expression flat.

“By morning. I’m so sor—”

You held up your hand. “Please! I don’t want or need your apologies. Your pity.” You stand and tug on your tunic. “Tell no one.”

“But—”

“NO ONE!” Your voice bouncing off the stone walls of the healing chambers. “Especially the king. He does not need to worry. There are important matters to attend to. The Nine Realms need him strong.”

The healers bowed their heads. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

One more tug on your tunic and you turned and marched out and straight to your bedchambers. Only when you heard the heavy thud of the door shutting behind you did you allow yourself to fall apart.

After several hours, you dragged yourself to shower, clean your face and prepare for Loki’s arrival. He sent several servants throughout the day to check in on you. You pulled yourself together long enough to tell them you were fine. You lied to them. That place far away from fine was where you were. But there was nothing to be done at this point. The die had been cast.

Loki hurried down the hall, his dark green cape billowing behind him.

“Forty-five minutes. The boar of a man prattled on for forty-five minutes about trade routes.” His fists clenched at his side.

When he reached the door of your shared bedchambers, he took several breaths, calming his body and his mind as best he could.

“Darling…” Loki’s rich, deep timbre reached you by the windows where you gazed upon the palace gardens. It was late spring, and the blooms created rainbows in the setting Asgardian sun.

“Loki?” You glanced over your shoulder and gave him a smile.

His long legs carried him across the mirror surface of the floor. Once he reached you, his arm wrapped around your waist and Loki pulled you back, flat against his chest.

“These meetings are unbearable without you by my side.” He buried his face against your neck, inhaling deeply to smell the scent of your coconut scented shampoo. “Tell me good news, my love.”

Your body relaxed against him and you let loose a ragged breath. “Everything should be done by tomorrow morning.” You turn in his embrace, pressing your hands against his chest. “It will have run its course.” Your chin tilted up to gaze into Loki’s blue-green eyes and you smiled.

Loki hugged you tight. “Darling, that is fantastic! I knew this would work out.” He pulled away, only to catch your lips in a kiss.

With a soft gasp, you returned the kiss, your arms wrapping around Loki’s neck, pulling him closer. He grew more insistent as his tongue explored your mouth, stealing your breath. His fingers laced into your hair, pressing you against him. You broke the kiss and gazed up at him. His pupils dark and large as his chest heaved.

“Take me to bed. I want to feel you for days.”

It took no time for Loki to sweep you into his arm and carrying you to the oversized bed in the room. As your bodies hit the cool sheets, a shimmer of gold and green light surrounded the two of you, both Loki’s and your clothing melting away with magic.

“I shall never tire of that, my love.” you giggled as you bounced before Loki’s muscular and lean form caged you against the mattress.

“And I shall never tire of you, my sweet.” His nose ran along the curve of your neck, causing your skin to break out in goosebumps. Loki nipped at your skin as his hands skimmed over your body. When his lips reached that sweet spot on your neck, Loki sucked hard, teeth grazing along the delicate skin, and when he pulled a dark mark remained.

Your body arched into his touch, desperate for more. “More, please.” Your hips bucked up to meet him as your legs fell open. Loki settled between them, his hips lazily rocking against you.

“I want to take my time.” He squeezed your breast, earning a squeak from your lips. “To feel you completely.”

He lowered his head to take your nipple in his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue over it. His other hand snaked between your bodies to find your folds and he teased with his long fingers.

“Dripping already?” he commented with one brow raised as he released you with a wet, soft pop. “We have barely started. You are eager, darling.”

“Yes.” you responded with a pant. “Please… I… need…” Your body writhed under him.

Loki chuckled low against your body, sending vibrations through you. “I know what you need.” He pressed two fingers into you with little pretense. “What you crave.” His fingers slowly pumped inside of you, curling to reach the stop your own fingers cannot. “But first.” His thumb pressed against your clit and you groaned loudly. “You will give me what I want.”

“Yes!” Your body rocked against his fingers, desperate for more. “I can do that.”

Loki’s lips curved into a devious smile. “You should know better than to make deals with gods. The deal is done.”

His finger pumped in and out of you, growing in speed with each thrust as his thumb stroked and teased your clit, soon bringing you to a frenzy, teetering on the edge. You pleaded and begged for him to give you release, but each time Loki only slowed, teasing you further.

With tears of pleasure, pain, and frustration pricking at your eyes, you gazed up at him. “Please, Loki…” your voice hoarse and rough. “… I can’t. I need to feel you. Now.”

He leaned over you to whisper in your ear. “When I let you cum, I want you to scream my name so loud the guards fear I am harming you.”

You nodded your head and Loki thrusted his fingers deep into you, hard and fast and his thumb pressed hard against your clit, rubbing a tight circle. “Cum, pet. Now.”

As the words left his lips, your body stiffened as his expert fingers ripped the orgasm from you. “LOKI!” Your voice sounded as though it came from another creature, some feral animal from the wilds of Asgard, not its queen. The sounds echoed around the chamber, a symphony to Loki’s ears.

He continued to thrust into you, allowing you to ride the waves of pleasure before removing his glistening fingers. He brought them to his mouth and sucked your juices from him as you watched with lust blown eyes. Loki slurped and moaned as he tasted you before pulling his fingers away.

“Sweeter than Asgardian wine, darling. As always.” His hands gripped your hips tight, massaging the flesh with his hands. “Now to give you what you crave.” Your face softened into a smile. In a flash, Loki flipped you onto all fours. “As I see fit.” And with that, he pushed himself into you with a sharp thrust.

“Fuck!” you cursed as the force of him pushed your torso against the mattress.

SMACK! Loki’s hand landed hard against your ass. “That is no way for Asgard’s queen to speak!” His hips snapped against your body as the sound of skin against skin filled the room.

“Yes, my king.” Your body dropped further against the bed.

His hand rubbed along your back as his hand laced deep in your hair, pulling your head around to see his face. “Such a good pet. Now to punish you.”

CRACK! Another swat landed against your ass, and you moaned in pleasure. Loki’s fingers dug into your hips as you rocked back against his cock, feeling every inch of him inside of you, stretching your walls. Loki’s pace varied from agonizingly slow to brutally fast, never allowing you to reach orgasm. And soon you were once again a whimpering mess writhing under his touch.

“I need to cum, Loki. Please let me cum.” you cried into the mattress. Your ass was reddened by Loki’s hand, and his thrusts were punctuated with a labored grunt. “I need you to fill me.” Your head dropped against the sheets.

Loki leaned over your back, covering it with his. “Clench around me, my love, and I shall fill you to the brim. Fill you with my seed in hopes of giving us a child.”

You let loose a wracked cry as you came hard, your juices flooding against him and your walls clenched him tight. Loki’s thrusts faltered for a moment before his body grew rigid. He pumped ropes of cum into you and then he stilled, slowly pulling out of you and his spend leaked out. You fall onto the pillows and Loki settled next to you, his arms pulling you into him. He pressed soft kisses against your forehead.

“I love you, my queen.” His face nuzzled into your neck.

“I love you, my king.” You kissed along his sharp jaw. “Always. Now let us rest.” You turned to settle against him.

Loki hummed in contentment. “And in the morning, I shall have my fill of you again.”

You did not respond for fear he would hear the crack of your voice and see the tear in your eye.

When Loki woke the next morning to find your side of the bed cold and empty. He overheard the sound of water running in the bathroom. With a lazy stretch, he sat up working out of the muscle kinks from last night. His gaze caught a letter on a table by his side of the bed in your handwriting. With a bemused smile, he opened the letter.

“A love letter after all these years. Darling, you romantic…” his voice trailed away as he read the first words of your letter.

Darling,

Please forgive me. Forgive me for being a coward. For not telling you the truth until it was too late for you to do something. The healers tried everything they could, but they could not reverse the effects of the poison. Poison meant for you. Little did the Dark Elves know you are allergic to Asgardian honey mead, and it is my favorite. Just another cruel twist of fate.

When I emerge from the shower, I will no longer remember our relationship. I will know I am queen and you are king, but in my mind, there is no love, no passion. The poison will have stolen that from me, my most precious memories. The memories of us.

Always know that I love you, darling. I love more than anything in all of the Nine Realms. We will survive this. I hope you can find the strength to help me find us again. But until then, keep us safe in your heart and mind.

Always Yours,

Loki barely finished reading the letter before he crumpled it into a tight ball and hurled it across the room, letting loose a pained and visceral scream, shaking the windows. As if on cue, you emerged from the bathroom, hair wrapped to dry and already dressed.

“Oh. You’re awake.” You gave Loki a polite smile. “I had hoped to slip out before you woke.” You busied yourself with finishing your hair and getting ready as Loki watched on in disbelief. The woman he loved, his other half, treating him as nothing more than a friendly acquaintance.

“I have a… a… late meeting with the advisors.” He stumbled over the words as his tears hit the sheets.

You turned and gave him the same polite smile, walking towards him. You planted a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Sounds tiring. I wish you luck. Now I have my own matters to attend to.” You hurried to the door. “Will I see you at dinner?”

Loki’s hand reached up to touch his cheek. Everything was so cordial, so amiable. So not you. “Huh… um… yeah…” Loki lost in thought.

You nodded and turned to leave.

“WAIT!” Loki rushed to stop you, holding your hand. “Perhaps we could have dinner here. The two of us. It’s much more intimate.”

Your brow furrowed before your face returned to the same polite expression. “If you wish, my king. I am at your service. But there is no need to make a fuss. I’m nothing special.” And you headed out the door, leaving Loki to crumple against the door, clutching his chest.

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