#My mouth is watering and I’m getting aroused just considering it

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Daydreaming about eating a whole tray of cookies / whole box of donuts / whole batch of brownies / whole cake later

[astrolynnworld]

beach day

pairing: chris x reader

summary: you’re at the beach with friends and chris gets a boner from seeing you in your bathing suit.

warnings: smut! teasing, exhibition, language, sneaky, sex in the changing room.

a/n- another request but i changed it up a bit 🫡 love this rec.

word count: 1,226

nick and madi had planned this beach trip almost a week ago when they had seen that the weather was going to be in the 90s this weekend

they invited a few friends and told us to meet at madi’s house so we can all go together

so here i am putting on some shorts over my bathing suit before packing a beach bag and heading over to madi’s

once i arrive, i greet everyone with a hug before noticing chris’s gaze wash over my body

i ignore because i figure he’s just not used to seeing so much of me considering i only ever wear hoodies and sweats

we hop into car and laura drives us to the beach

once we get there we walk in and find a spot on the same where we could settle it. the beach was somewhat crowded but not as packed as it always is

i take off my shorts as we get ready to go into the ocean but i continue to notice chris’s gaze onto me

he tried to hide it whenever i would look over at him but i still noticed

we went into the water and had fun with the waves for about half and hour before heading back to our site to grab a snack

we all sat around as we ate our chips and sandwiches that laura had packed for us

“thank god for laura” nick states out loud as we all share a laugh

i take a bite of my turkey sandwich that she had prepped this morning and melt into the flavor

“you got mayo on your lip” chris says as he points to his face to show me where it would be on mine

i take my finger and slowly drag the mayo into my mouth

“good?” i ask

he nods his head slowly

i turn my contact back to nick, matt, and madi’s conversation as i notice chris start to adjust himself from the corner of my eye

i get up to throw my sandwich wrapper out as i look down at him and make eye contact.

i notice the slight bulge that sits uncomfortably in his pants as he tries to hide it

was he hard from me? i question myself as i clean myself off and sit back down next to madi

i look back over at him and see him already staring down at me with a slight pout

he looks so bothered sexually. i can’t just sit here and ignore him

“im gonna try to find the bathrooms, chris come help” i insist out loud as an excuse to leave

“yeah sure.” he says before getting up and trying to shield his bulge away from our friends

i guide him to the changing room as he follows blindly

“wh- what are we doing?” he says shyly

“it’s okay chris, i’m gonna take care of you” i say while slowly undoing my bra

he groans at the sight of my freed breasts before trying to further hide boner

i remove his hands, “no need to hide from me baby. i already know what you need” i say as i sink down onto my knees

i place soft kisses on his bulge from the outside of his pants, creating a soft moan to escape chris’s lips

“shh baby, you gotta be quiet so nobody hears you” i say before sliding his pants down to free his cock

his dick twitches at the contact of my hands when i wrap around his shaft and wrap my mouth around the tip

he covers his mouth to mask his moans at the start a moving pace onto his cock

i jerk his cock back and forth as i use my mouth to push deep down into him.

circling my tongue around the tip whenever i needed a break from using my mouth

i felt the dripping precum leak into my mouth from his arousal as he squirms against the back wall of the changing room

“are you close baby?” i whisper up to him

he nods with his eyes shuttered

i remove my lips from his cock as a plea of confusion erupts all over his face

“sit” i insist

as he sits down on the bench that was accessible in all the dressing rooms, i slowly slide out my bikini bottoms and straddle onto him

i wrap my hands around his neck as he has his hands on my waist

i start to kiss him as i grind against his cock, feeling him moan and whine into my lips.

i angle his cock under me and i slowly start to sink down as hold back my breath from the filling pleasure

chris throws his head back into the wall as i start a fair pace of bouncing up and down on his cock

“f- fuck i don’t know how long i can’t la- last… mmm you’re so fucking tight you’re squeezing against me” he stutters out

i tilt his head to look at me as i ride his cock, “hold out for as long as you can okay? and don’t break eye contact. or i’m gonna stop”

he nods his head as his breath starts to pick up

i cover his mouth to hold him back from making too much noise

with my other hand i start to circle my clit as i continue to look into his eyes.

his eyes flutter back and forth ask he tries to hold back his pleasure

i remove my hand and i start to kiss him again, sloppily kisses with quiet moans that fill into each other as i bounce and circle my clit on his cock

i felt the knot of pleasure in my stomach start to fall loose. i start to bounce on his cock faster as i speed up the circulation on my clit

chris whimpers into the air, “fuck. you c- can’t do th- that. i’m not gonna be able to hold back”

“it’s okay baby, you can cum now. let it all go into me” i say as i start to feel myself release onto his cock

i cover his mouth as i notice his breath start to fasten.

he lets out a hard “mmmmm” into my hands as i feel him slightly thrust up into me, indicating his arrival.

i cover his mouth and he lets his head fall back again the wall

“you’re a freak for getting turned on by the sight of me in a bathing suit” i laugh trying to lighten the mood

“i can’t help it, not when this bathing suit highlights every feature of your beauty” he breaths out

i hop myself off him and lend him a hand up before i start to put my bikini back on

we leave the changing room and head to bathroom so i can clean up while he waits outside

after i finish we head back to our spot where matt, nick, and madi are waiting for us

“what took you guys so long?” nick asks shamelessly

“the bathrooms line was so long you’d think we were on the waitlist to enter the gates of heaven..” i lie

they all share a laugh while i look at chris

“yeah no it was fucking crazy.” chris adds before looking back at me with a smirk

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taglist: @secret-sturniolo @sturns-blog @sturniolo-2003 @mayaaatok @sturnswrites @mattsleftnipple03 @mattybswife @tropicasturn <333

[depraveddame]

Tempt, my omegaverse glory hole fic, is now posted!

It was inevitable, perhaps, that I’d dip my toes into omegaverse- I’m easily squicked by a lot of common omegaverse elements, so I’ve changed a lot of typical tropes in order to create more of what I have been referring to as my ‘hedonismverse’- a modern day omegaverse that's evolved as far as sex and pleasure with little to no emphasis on reproduction. No angst for once 😂 everyone is happy, healthy, and horny as fuck.

Some CWs: omegaverse, alpha Aziraphale, omega Crowley, D/s, glory hole, oral knotting, wet & messy, praise/degradation/humiliation, implied open relationships/non monogamy, scent kink, boot grinding - please read the rest of the tags on AO3 for more!

Excerpt:

His companion smells fucking divine— Crowley’s mouth waters like a slutty fountain as he breathes in deeply and takes in the fragrance of dark, sweet cocoa that’s spiked with cayenne pepper and something jammy on the end, like a lush, full bodied red wine of some sort, blackberries or currants crushed in a glass that’s been stained with the blood of its juice and doused in the tannic kiss of wine and chocolate. It’s all wrapped in the heady scent of want, it’s cloaked by the musky, smoky quality of alpha pheromones and the clear, overarching note of I’m going to ruin you, omega, and you’ll thank me for it.

And Crowley will— he most certainly, certainly will.

The shoes finally make their way to stand in front of the wall between them, and the open space beneath shows Crowley black leather and grey tartan tweed balmoral boots— they’re expensive and beautiful, undoubtedly bespoke, and his tongue itches with the desire to slide along the contour of their toes.

“I—” there’s a beat before the alpha continues, and the hesitation of an internal conflict registers in Crowley’s sensitive ears, “forgive me, I don’t wish to assume or offend, but I must ask— you’re here of your own volition, am I correct? You’re not being…coerced in any way, to be here, yes?”

Even his voice is delicious, Crowley thinks before he registers he’s being asked a question, and his brow furrows. He’d just been about to beg for this stranger to please get on with it and fuck his mouth, but the hint of nervousness that permeates the arousal in the room has him pausing— for the first time, he picks up on the smell of old, well worn leather, and maybe something earthy and woodsy— perhaps paper.

Books.

“First time at an upscale sex club?” Crowley asks loftily, a little incredulous. It would be very unlikely for someone inexperienced in the scene to be accepted for membership here, but it could happen, he supposes, with the right sway.

There’s a slight, huffy scoff that borders on irritated above him.

“First time at this particular establishment, yes,” the voice continues, and Crowley would categorize its tone as lightly irked as well as anxious, “and while things have improved exponentially within the last two decades or so for such things, I know you’re an omega, and while this business seems extremely reputable thus far, you’ll have to indulge a jaded old alpha who has seen far too many of your gender forced into similar situations they’d rather not be in.”

Crowley sits stunned for a few seconds, nonplussed, as he considers the alpha’s speech.

I hope you’ll enjoy this slutty and smutty fic!

@goodomensafterdark

[sakuraxlily01-blog]

Hey yall this is the first ever story I’ve written on here I’d really appreciate some feedback. I’m mew to posting so my tagging and formatting might be wonky 😭❤️ I’m learning as I go

Implied black afab reader! x jjk boyfriend imagine. (no specified character but Nanami, TOJI and Gojo) come to mind.

Reader is really shy and they’re getting hot and heavy. They’re in a committed relationship

NSFW MDNI : Mentions of dirty talk. Daddy( but not really Ddlg), soft dom boyfriend, fingering, some degradation (nothing too mean just the use of slut),

Your boyfriend can’t keep his hands off of you 🤣

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You feel a jolt of excitement as he pulls you onto his lap. Your plush thighs rub against the rough fabric of his jeans.

His hands play with the pleated edges of your skirt. You feel warmth rise to your cheeks as you look down at his long fingers.

He’s enveloped you in his body, his broad chest presses against your back as both of his arms pull you closer towards him.

You can feel the heat of his chest radiating behind you, as the familiar heat of your arousal pools in the depth of your stomach.

You squirm as his hands massage the tops of your thighs, teashingly pushing the skirt up higher, exposing more of your tantalizing brown skin.

He leans his face into your neck and inhales your intoxicating vanilla and coconut scent…”fuckkk you always smell so good (y/n)” he groans to himself..

You moan softly in response, as his nose tickles your jugular, pressing hot, open mouth, kisses on your neck.

“ That’s right baby, I wanna hear you” he rumbles soothingly, as he squeezes your thighs and spreads them apart.

The movement shifts you position, your ass flush with his growing arousal. “I can feel your dick pulsing baby,” you whimper as he ruts against you.

“Mmm all for you pretty girl,” he groans deeply, his lips teasing the shell of your ear, as his fingers rub against the seam of your soaked panties. You can’t help but buck against them, your neediness revealed in how wet your pussy is for him.

“ You’re so fucking wet for me and I barely started,” he taunted as he presses down harder against your pussy. He rubs his fingers in circles against your little bud and you squirm even harder “mmm please baby.. feels so good” you squeal ,as you feel the familiar coil of your climax approaching.

He smirks softly, and spreads his legs, opening you up wider as he continues to tease your slutty pussy.

“Hmm you’re soaked baby, you want me to put my finger inside if you? You want to feel me stroking your walls you little slut?” You mewl loudly, feeling more aroused by his dirty words as tears prickle against your eyes from the stimulation.

He slowly moves the fabric of your panties aside, and begins to tease your dripping cunt with one of his thick fingers.

“ Answer me slut,” he groans as he feels your essence on the tips of his fingers. His mouth waters at the smell of your arousal. His mind clouds with lust… all he can think of is shoving his thick dick inside of your weeping pussy. He loves to see the sheer look of awe and arousal that contorts your pretty face as he bullies his fat dick inside of your tight little pussy, the way your eyes roll back in pleasure when he hits your spots..

“Yes Daddy” you moaned, as you look up at him, seeing the lust in his darkening eyes.

“Good girl” he whispers as he sinks a finger inside of your soaked pussy. “I’ll give you a treat.”

Authors note: So I tried yall! This really had me thinking like damn I wish Toji was my man my man my mannnn..😭 if you enjoyed this pls considering giving this a like and repost❤️ constructive criticism is welcome 🙏🏾

[girlwiththepapatattoo]

The Unlikely Similarities Between Kittens and Vampires, Chapter 4

Warnings: canon typical violence, injuries, feelings are hard, Astarion being himself

Summary: Astarion ponders a question: are spiders or feelings more terrifying?

Notes: I love these idiots. (This was sort-of edited, so if anyone spots anything that should be changed, feel free to let me know.)

Enjoy! <3

Read on ao3 here!

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

After clearing out a destroyed village taken over by goblins, rescuing the deep gnome said goblins had tied to a windmill, and catching a bugbear and an ogre…ahem…in flagrante delicto, the entire team are too tired and/or injured to want to move anywhere else that day. So they set up camp inside the village in the late afternoon sun. Wyll, Gale, Shadowheart, and Karlach all set up their bedrolls in the middle of the largest house, Lae’zel chooses a different building altogether, and Astarion…

Well. He has a bit of a bone to pick with Sable, so he follows her when she heads down into that blacksmith’s forge they found. He sees her shoulders twitch as she realizes that he’s following her down, but she says nothing. 

“I get the distinct impression that you’ve been avoiding me, kitten,” he says conversationally as they make their way down the stairs. “You’ve barely even looked at me outside of the fighting.” 

“Hard to look at someone after you’ve made a fool of yourself in front of them, don’t you think?” comes the muttered reply as she drops her gear about ten feet from the forge. 

He drops his own gear, turning to her with a raised eyebrow. Considering that he’s taken on the role of the group’s archer, he wasn’t injured during all the fighting, though after sweating through tough fights, his curls are beginning to droop just a bit. She hates that she finds it so cute. “Oh? Is that what you think happened last night? Curious…” 

“What do you mean, ‘curious’?” she grumbles, picking up her bucket and heading right back for the stairs. He sighs under his breath but follows. “Seems pretty obvious to me.” 

He rolls his eyes, his own bucket swinging from his hands. “You’re joking, right? Did you think I left because I disliked your reaction to me?” She pushes open the door to the outside and steps through, and he frowns as he hurries after. In a much more hushed tone, he says to her, “Because that’s not it at all. Seeing you squirming in arousal under me was…delicious.” 

“Then…then why did you leave?” she replies, just as softly, ignoring the heat his words bring to her cheeks. ��Because I still feel like I did something wrong.” 

“Kitten,” he groans, rubbing a gloved hand down his face. “I told you last night, you did nothing wrong!” 

“And then you immediately left right after!” she hisses back. “With no explanation, either! You really think that ‘no nothing’s wrong’ and then just disappearing into the night is going to put anyone at ease?”

He opens his mouth, blinks as he really thinks about it, then sighs and shakes his head. “All right, you…may have a point there. I’m sorry that I made you feel that way, Sable. My intentions were the exact opposite in fact!” She turns her head to look at him in surprise, and he looks…regretful. “I thought I was pushing too far, and wanted to give you some space,” he explains softly. They reach the well, and the vampire starts winding up the rope. “I…realize now I should have explained that, instead of taking an appropriately dramatic exit.” 

She’s quiet for a long moment as the bucket nears the surface. Deciding to finally throw all caution to the wind, she asks pointedly, “With anyone else, you don’t care if you push. Why do you care with me?” 

Astarion is so thrown off guard that the bucket rope slips through his fingers as he stares at her. And instead of the splash of the bucket hitting water, they hear the loud clattering echo of wood shattering on stone. 

They blink at each other, then look down the well for the first time. Darkness all the way until, several dozen feet down, there’s a sort of…green glow. 

“Well. That can’t be good,” the vampire mutters. 

“I’m…” She trails off as, while they watch, a shadow passes over the green glow. 

A shadow with a rather lot of legs. 

“Shit,” they both say at the same time, and run for the main camp.  

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The matriarch phase spider finally goes still, dead and leaking caustic blood onto the stone ground in the enormous cave system they found down the empty well. Shadowheart and Sable rush to heal those who’d been poisoned, several people groaning in pain, everyone injured in some way. 

Sable rushes up to Astarion, who’s looking worse for wear on the ground nearby. “A l-little help, kitten?” he gasps out, clutching his shoulder. The vampire had shot out at least three of the giant spider’s eyes, earning himself a particularly nasty sting in the process. 

The druid drops to her knees beside him, already working on his armor and shoving an antidote into his hand in the process. “Drink that. It’ll taste like shit, but drink it anyway. I don’t know anything about phase spider venom.” 

His leather armor falls open as he uncorks the bottle and downs it in a series of gulps. “Gods, that is disgusting!” he gasps, face scrunched up, and she’s not sure if it’s from pain or the taste. 

“Yes, well, better something gross than being dead,” she murmurs, pulling out a knife. “Hope you didn’t like this shirt.” 

“Wait–” But it was too late. She’s cut open the fabric over his shoulder to see the wound. “That was my favorite shirt! Mostly because it’s only one of two, and this is significantly nicer than the other one!” “Get Gale to use mending on it. He will if you ask nicely,” she mutters. She leans down and peers at the wound, but the antidote is already working, angry, visibly blackened veins turning mostly invisible under the skin again. “Honestly, poison shouldn’t affect you at all, you’re technically undead.” 

“A great mystery,” he says through gritted teeth as she pours clean water from a small vial into the wound. Once she’s happy with it, she casts a healing spell, brushes a kiss over his shoulder, and rushes off to Karlach who’s puking over the edge of the stone ledge they’re on. 

Astarion blinks, frozen. 

Then he blinks again, and woodenly turns toward where she’s rubbing Karlach’s back, her hand coated in an ice spell to not get burned. 

Did…she just…?

He’s almost completely silent as they get patched up and look around for loot. On the ground near one of the stone pillars, around an odd pit, they found a gem on the ground, the one that the soggy journal earlier in the caves had mentioned. They’d found a couple very interesting items that Gale will identify in the morning, and trudge wearily back up to the surface, exhausted. 

Sable is stumbling in weariness by the time that they get back to the blacksmith’s cellar. Astarion catches her as she nearly falls down the stairs, and simply lifts her into his arms. She tries to protest, but he gently shushes her. “Better this than smashing that pretty face open,” he murmurs, and sets her down on the edge of the cold forge. 

They’d never managed to get any water from down in the well, so the vampire pulls out a water skin, wetting down her washcloth and cleaning the gore from her face. “...I can do it,” she mumbles, her eyes already closing. 

“I'm sure you can. Thank me tomorrow,” he replies. It’s quiet for a moment, before he asks, a little uncomfortably, “Why did you kiss my shoulder?” 

“...why did I what now?” she asks, nearly slurring in fatigue. 

“After you healed me. You kissed my shoulder. I mean, granted, it was very quick and extremely chaste. A little disappointing, really.” Lies, he can still feel the warmth of her lips if he thinks about it. 

He’s trying not to think about it.

She snorts softly, and a tiny smile appears on her lips. It looks almost wistful. “Sorry, should’ve asked.” 

“...appropriate thanks for my autonomy aside, that still doesn’t answer the question.” 

If anything, the smile grows. “When I was a kid, whenever I was hurt it was my momma that would heal me. She’s who taught me my first healing spell. And every time she healed up a scrape or cut or bruise, she’d give a little kiss to that spot. ‘For luck,’ she’d say.” Half asleep now, she lets out a little, content sigh. “Wanted to give you some good luck. You deserve it.” 

He stares at her, and whether it’s the fact that she’s nearly asleep and thus not looking at him, or the fact that she’s caught him so off guard, no one knows. But his expression is pure, unguarded, a mix of shock, a tiny hint of ever present suspicion…and gratitude so thick it makes his throat tighten. 

In his silence, she falls fully asleep, her sudden, gentle weight against his chest a testament to her slumber. With no one there to see, he lays his cheek gently against the top of her head, wraps his arms around her tightly, and sighs. “Well, shit.”

[cherryliqueurkinks]

This was going to be the next chapter of “teacher of the year” but I ended up scrapping the idea because it wasn’t turning out the way I wanted it to. I’ve had this sitting in my drafts ever since, so I’m sharing it with y’all rather than deleting it or letting it collect dust!

Jordan: Just heard there’s a substitute for third period

Jordan: Which means it’s the perfect time to get some studying done in the library with my favorite teacher

Jordan: I’ll see you there, Ms. L

Veronica had tried to ignore the squeeze in her chest when his texts came through, but as usual, her body simply didn’t care about the fact that she was being coerced into participating, that it was her own student that it was getting excited for. It was excited anyway, her nipples pebbling against her lacy bra and her ass clenching around the jeweled plug Jordan had slipped into her before the school day started, as he’s done every day for the past two weeks. She knows what he’s planning, and truthfully, she doesn’t know why he’s taken so long to get to there. He watched her being fucked by her ex-boyfriend’s fraternity; he knows she’s been fucked in her ass before.

But if she’s learned anything about being at Jordan’s mercy for the last few weeks, it’s that he’s surprisingly patient. He enjoys teasing her, watching her anxiousness turn to arousal, and he already plans on playing with her for the rest of the school year. She can only imagine how much depravity he’s thought up.

Thankfully, the front desk is empty, as is the rest of the library based on how quiet it is, and it doesn’t take long for Veronica to find Jordan waiting for her at a table towards the back, hidden behind a corner of shelves. He’s leaned back in his chair with his legs spread wide and his cock in his hand, far more arrogant than a teenage boy should be capable of, especially as he flashes his teeth in a grin.

“Sorry, Ms. L,” he drawls, an unapologetic gleam in his eyes as he strokes himself almost lazily. “They were all out of chairs.”

“I’m sure,” Veronica retorts, taking another step toward him, but he shakes his head, one eyebrow arched expectantly as he gives his cock another squeeze. Veronica blushes in an instant, glancing over her shoulder despite the fact that there hasn’t been a single sound other than them, and then exhales shakily as she lowers herself onto her knees.

Then she begins to crawl.

Her plug shifts with her every movement, her skirt so short that she knows half of her ass is exposed where it rides up, her tits practically falling out of the top of her blouse. Humiliation blooms in her stomach, making her pussy flutter and her clit throb, and she hates how the sight of his cock from this angle, impossibly bigger and thicker than ever, nearly has her mouth watering as she crawls to him. She has to make her way under the desk to move between his legs as he obviously wants her to, only adding to the embarrassment that has her nipples tightening and her ass squeezing around her plug, and then his free hand is in her hair, tugging her forward and practically shoving her face against his cock as he quickens his strokes.

“Got myself nice and close in second period, jacking off to your little video from last night,” he groans, licking his lips as he tightens his grip on her hair.

Veronica whimpers at the memory of being propped up atop her bed, her legs splayed open for the camera as she worked a dildo in and out of her ass while a vibrator hummed away in her pussy. Jordan had watched the whole thing via video call on her laptop while her phone was busy recording, commanding her to edge herself for four hours straight until he’d called it a night, but the most horrifying part of it all had come after, when the orgasm she’d given herself hadn’t been nearly as satisfying as it should’ve been.

She can feel her control slipping away day by day, her body craving him and his command and his touch as if it doesn’t know the difference between humiliation and arousal.

Considering how wet she is right now, under a table and on her knees for her own student as he comes with a low groan, his cum spurting across her lips and cheeks and glasses, maybe she doesn’t know the difference anymore.

Maybe she’s beyond hope at ever reclaiming her pleasure.

“Fuck,” he exhales with a chuckle, swiping two fingers through the mess of his cum on her face before shoving them into her throat deep enough that she would’ve gagged if she was anyone else. She instinctively swirls her tongue around him, sucking his salty taste from his calloused skin before he slides his fingers back out with a wet pop of her lips. “Now that’s a fucking masterpiece if I ever saw one,” he remarks, whipping his phone out to snap a picture, then tossing it aside on the table as he gives her hair another tug. “Now that that’s out of the way, why don’t you take a seat?”

Veronica crawls up his body as she shimmies out from under the table, his cum dripping down her cheeks as her eyes dart around, but the library is still as quiet and undisturbed as ever.

Despite his orgasm, Jordan’s cock is still half-hard when she slides herself down on him, the plug in her ass making the tight fit even tighter as she sinks inch by inch. Her lips part on a silent moan, her eyelashes fluttering and her head nearly tipping back as he bottoms out inside of her, snug all the way to the hilt, and Jordan’s chest rumbles in another deep chuckle as he hooks her knees on the outside of his, splaying her open a little wider and making her clench a little harder around him. Her skirt is practically around her hips at this point, doing little to hide the sight of his cock lodged deep inside of her, and she grips the arms of his chair as a shiver rolls down her spine.

Then she notices his laptop open on the table.

Porn. He has porn playing on the screen, and when he slips one of his wireless earbuds into her ear, the sound of moaning and flesh slapping together has her sucking in a gasp. The audio is turned up high, not enough to be blaring but not much better, either - and when he slips the other bud into place, she quickly realizes why.

She can’t hear a single thing beyond the earbuds.

“Mister Connor,” she starts to protest, but her own is voice muddled and muffled through the audio. She can’t hear how loud she’s speaking, let alone hear anything - or anyone - else in the library with them.

His hand comes down on the inside of her thigh with a warning smack, which is something else she can’t quite hear, and she fights off a whine of protest as his arms come around her to tug the laptop closer.

[jarofstyles]

Feeling kinda h word and I can't stop thinking about Harry playing with his lovie's pussy like caressing her lips and rubbing her clit here and there while they're watching a movie or reading and it's just so casual 😩 I'd die if you guys would write something based on this

Well… what a scene!

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Harry had a problem.

Well, it wasn’t necessarily a problem considering it wasn’t causing too many issues. But to put it simply; he couldn’t keep his hands off of his girl.

It had started simple enough when the relationship had begun. He had always a touchy person, even when he was younger and it only got more intense as he aged. His girlfriends or boyfriends sometimes complained about it, funnily enough. He was described as clingy and maybe a bit smothering, and add into it a sexual attraction? He was relentless.

When Y/N came into his life though, he found his match. She never complained. Leaning into his touch and taking his hand first, making her home on his lap before he had to pull her into it. There was an unspoken agreement and he was thriving, flourishing with all his needs for touch being met. As time went on though, it started to get a lot less wholesome.

Sex between the pair was electric. They had it often and they experimented a lot, but Harry found that his main issue was the fact he couldn’t stop sliding his hands into her clothes. While she made dinner, he would come up behind her and slide his hands up the tee shirt she wore, cupping her bare breasts in his large palms. Feeling the soft, plush flesh against his skin and enjoying simply holding them, or thumbing over her nipples. Her head would fall on to his shoulder and try to continue cooking, letting him get his fill of touch.

A night like tonight was not uncommon. Y/N perched in his lap as they sat in the couch, her thighs hanging over his as she spread herself out. Her head rested against the crook of his neck, the TV playing some sitcom that they only half paid attention to. Wearing one of Harry’s shirts and a pair of silky sleep shorts was perhaps a set up. But it didn’t stop him from shamelessly cupping his hand over the mound, kissing the side of her head as he held it for a few moments.

Both of them knew what was going to happen, so it wasn’t a surprise to have Harry’s hands inside the shorts, fingers exploring her cunt. Gently pressing the lips together between his fingers and feeling how soft they were. The stickiness of her newfound arousal covering his fingers and palm, there was no shame in it at all. Just exploring the sensitive part of her, feeling her, unable to tear his hand away for longer than it took to sink the messy digits into his own mouth to suck them clean.

Her eyes watched his hand under the fabric, seeing the imprint of his rings as the methodically rubbed over the slit. The sight was way more erotic to her than anyone else could realize. His hand was warm, and he was relentless when he felt like he wanted to touch. It had been nearly half an hour of this, and he wasn’t even trying to tease. He was just enjoying himself.

At the opening credits for the second episode, his fingers finally settled on her clit. The bud now throbbing under the fingertips, he let out a breathy laugh as he smeared her arousal around it, lips pressing to her cheek. “Sorry, baby. Didn’t realize I made you so needy.” His lips puckered against her warm skin, rubbing in slow, steady circles. Her eyes fluttering closed as her hand grabbed his free one, tangling their fingers.

“So sweet to me. Letting me touch and play with your precious little pussy, angel. Such an peach.” He cooed, ever so gently pinching the bud between his fingertips and making her gasp. “Always so sensitive for me. M’so lucky, got the most perfect angel in the world. M’gonna make you feel good now, yeah? Were so good and patient.”

Y/N loved his touch. It had the power set her on fire and soothe all at once, a combination she hadn’t experienced and was positive she wouldn’t find again. She was going to keep him. His slightly calloused fingers rubbing her clit and his warm breath against her neck sent her into another headspace.

“Love your hands, so much. I love you. Never stop this.” She turned her head to kiss him, firmly pressing her lips against his. She could feel his smile against her mouth, the pleasure he had in making her feel so breathless evident in it.

“Never want to stop, my darling. You make me so happy… m’addicted to touching you. Never want anything else. Just your noises, your taste, your feel… only you.” He wouldn’t ever let her go if he had the chance. He had won the soulmate lottery and he could scream it from the rooftops.

The tv was on low and the sound was in the background, the main focus being their sweet whispers and the filthy sound of his fingers rubbing her wet pussy. The fingers were experts now in how to get her drenched, the lilac sleep shirts a bit see through now at the girl’s arousal. Her little whimpers against his mouth clued him in to her impending orgasm, her legs trying to close around his hand but he simply didn’t let that happen.

“Uh uh. You know how to do it. Know how I like you to cum.” He trailed his lips against her jaw again. “I can feel how close you are. Feels so good having my hands on your pretty cunt, I know. Almost too much, isn’t that right?” Her nod of agreement and breathing becoming labored made him smirk. “Yeah, my poor darling. So close, so close to cumming all over my fingers. You’ll clean my hand up this time, I think. Even the rings.” He nuzzled against her, pressing down a bit more firm on her clit and rubbing in faster circles.

“Oh- oh…. Harry…” she gasped, squeezing his hand as her hips bucked into his hand. That pressure in her stomach was building, building, being teased so long making her greedy for it. The pressure of his fingers changing is what sent her over the edge. “M’gonna- I’m….” She sobbed, throwing her head back as the pressure popped, orgasm pouring over and washing over her body like hot hot water. Her head thrown back on his chest, hips writhing in his lap, only anchored by his hold.

“Tha’s it. My beautiful girl, look so gorgeous when y’cum for me. Let go, lovie.” He slurred into her ear, the increase in arousal making his fingers even more slippery. He got drunk off of her pleasure too, feeling his body greedily absorb all of the thrashing and sobbed moans as he worked her through it. Nothing was more satisfying than bringing his lover to a sweet release, being the cause of the bubble of pleasure popping and pure euphoria washing over her. Harry was so greedy for it, he didn’t want to stop.

Her trembling body sagged in his arms, her hand moving from where it gripped his thigh to the wrist of the hand still on her cunt, sensitivity making her shudder. But when she tried to pull his hand away, he wouldn’t budge.

“Mm… no. I think you can handle one more.”

[erodasfishtacos]

would you ever be up to doing a mlbrry helps pregnant yn shave like the ceorry one? i’d like to see how he’d react to that!!

“H, will you come shower with me?” YN asks softly, running her hands over her heavy, baby-filled belly that is starting to get big enough to hurt her back.

“Like y’even ever have to ask,” He replies with a laugh, the three boys were already asleep and he had been lounging on the living room couch.

When they get in there, YN is quieter than she usually is, face tucked into her husband’s neck as the water pounds down on her back.

“Y’belly hurt, mama?” Harry asks, moving down to lift her belly and hold the weight - making her mewl in relief.

“I have a question…” She mumbles, lips dancing against his skin as he feels his baby move a bit in their home.

He just teases his teeth against her lobe, humming to encourage her to keep speaking as he explores her body - even though he knows it like the back of his hand.

“Will you shave me?” YN asks finally, it shouldn’t be embarrassing- especially with Harry. It was more vulnerability that she could shave herself - she’d been able to with the last pregnancy but this bump was by far the biggest.

“No,” Harry replies but it has a whiny edge to it as he glares at her in almost…betrayal?

“You won’t shave me?” YN is a bit confused because Harry was normally willing to do anything for his wife - especially things like this.

“I like tha’ bush, don’t get rid of it, darling,” Harry pouts like a little boy, one of his hands moving past her stomach to slip to pet at the curls on her folds.

YN puffs out a breathy laugh, “Really, H?”

His bottom lip is jutted out as he thumbs over the coarse hair, “Why do y’wanna do that?”

“It’s starting to get itchy and just uncomfortable,” She tells him, leaning forward to kiss that puffy lip as he considers his options.

“Can we make a deal?” Harry proposes, tugging a bit at the hair to make her groan in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“You want to make a deal about my pubes?” She laments, unamused at his tactics as he gets distracted by where his fingers are.

“Mmm, I’ll shave you if first let m’eat you and rub m’cock on you before it’s gone,” He coerces boyishly as his thick fingers dip inbetween her lips.

Easy compromise.

“As long as you let me sit,” YN agrees, allowing Harry to guide her over to the shower bench and he’s wasting no time getting on his knees in front of her.

“I don’t get it,” YN laughs as he groans at the sight in front of him, like it’s the first time he’s seen her in this way.

“Get wha’?” He replies perplexed.

“How y’are obsessed with everything about me, even my hair,” She laughs, it’s pleased and she feels a happy warmth inside.

He jolts up to kiss her hard on the lips, “Everything about y’gets me going, sweet thing. S’a miracle I’m not hard every second of the day around you.”

Her husband had to duck underneath the bump but his teeth find the short hairs and nips at them to give her that bit of pain she always loves.

But he can only tease her (himself) so long before he’s nestling his tongue inbetween her damp folds and lapping hungrily at her clit - basking in the prickly hair that’s rubbing against his lips.

“Ooo-Harry, yes baby,” YN moans, she goes to weave her hands in his hair but can’t reach so instead she has to test them on her belly.

He doesn’t stop until she’s quaking and coming down from her high, it really shouldn’t be that sexy that he has a bit of friction burn on his upper lip.

Then Harry’s mandhandling her until he’s balanced over her, her legs spread as much as she can at this point, and with her arousal as his lubricant he starts rutting himself against her mound.

“S’so fuckin’ hot, gonna make you grow it out again,” Harry growls, buttoning their lips together as his sensitive tip pushes through the downy prickles of hair.

When he’s close, he pulls back, jerking himself until he spills onto her folds and he just makes a mess out of her.

“Fuckin’ hell, mama,” He pants, curiously rubbing it into the skin and wiry curls, “Y’so god damn hot.”

YN, who’s now sex-hazy and tired, complains at him to clean her off (after he darts out of the shower to grab his phone and snap a picture).

He does, kneeling again and lathering her up in a shave cream, snatching the razor of the shelf, “S’like a funeral, I’m mournin’.”

“I promise after the baby is born that I will grow it out especially for you,” She laughs, hiding and palming her belly when there a light kick.

“Is m’baby awake?” He wonder, palming at her tight skin and feels a flutter, “There’s m’bubby.”

“Hurry up, I’m getting pruny!”

“Can I shave a shape into it? Like a baseball or summat?” Harry asks hopefully but huffs in defeat when she glares at him.

After she’s bare, skin smooth and free of prickly hair, Harry presses a few damp kisses to her mound and then up her belly to her mouth.

“Wipe that pout off your face,” YN giggles, pinching at his bottom lip, “You legitimately have had me hairy, prickly, shaved, waxed..”

“And the bush had grown on me!” Harry defends, “But y’pussy is pretty however y’given it to me, mama.”

“Thanks, baby daddy,” She replies with a pat to his cheek and doesn’t miss the soft smile he gives her before helping her stand up.

“Mmm, yeah. I am y’baby daddy,” He agrees with a happy rumble, hands coming to rub the sides of her extended stomach, “C’mon, gotta get m’wife and baby t’bed.”

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😋😋😋😋😋😋😋

[soft-mafia]

“𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.”

Hisoka + Blowjobs

Contains: Fem y/n, smut, first time oral, oral(male receiving, references to fem receiving), slight choking, mentions of squirting, mentions of biting, mentions of masochism

◢◤◢◤◢◤𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ◢◤◢◤ ◢◤

- Y/n laid between Hisoka’s legs, his large, thick cock was hard and right in front of her face. Literally a centimeter away from her nose. She could see his shaft in all of its glory, for the most part it was the same milky white shade as his skin, the bright pink color of his tip made a nice looking gradient. The faint veins also added a nice touch to it.

- “Don’t feel intimidated, my dear.” Hisoka chuckled, his hands held her face, keeping her facing his cock. He had spent most of his nights pleasuring her with his tongue, and as much as he loved to feel and hear her tremble and whimper beneath him, he knew it was his turn to feel that pleasure.

- He wanted her to wrap that little tongue around him, to let him kiss the back of her throat.

- “I’m not intimidated.” Y/n frowned, but squeaked when he grabbed the back of her hair, pulling her face over to hover above his shaft. “I believe you are, hun~” Hisoka whispered before lowering her down, watching her cheeks bulge out with his thick cock. She struggled for a moment before whimpering, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

- With her mouth full of cock, Y/n could only at him, which made his smile grow. “Consider this payback for the many times I’ve choked on your squirting~” he teased.

- Hisoka began to bob her head, up and down, he leaned his head back and her eyes started to water. He didn’t go slow on her, despite being her first blowjob with a cock his size. He knew how much she could take, he knew if he went too far she would let him know, and his dick would probably be chomped off by now.

- “Gllck gllck” the sloppy noises of her choking made Hisoka’s abdomen tingle with arousal, the vibration of her noises sent sensations down his shaft. Hisoka leaned his head back and grunted primally, he gripped one of his pillows tightly.

- He looked down at her, his golden, fox-like eyes were narrowed.

- Hisoka loved getting her like this, having her naked body so close to his so intimately.

- The feeling of her teeth scraping lightly on his skin was dangerously arousing, it got his heart pumping, adrenaline racing. The fact she was so unpredictable at times meant she could just bite down on him at any moment. Call him a sick masochist, but the idea of that happening made him want to roll his eyes back.

- Soon enough, he was grunting, groaning, and even whimpering. His muscles tensed and flexed, his cock was throbbing as the walls of her mouth squeezed him so beautifully. His voice went to pitches so high pitched even he didn’t know he could sound like that.

- Hisoka was going to cum soon, he could feel it. He gripped her head tightly and pumped her even faster, he didn’t mean to be so crude with her but sometimes he would find himself lost in his own lust.

- He had to occasionally remind himself that Y/n wasn’t a toy, that he needed to take care of her, handle her with care.

- Once he got close, feeling the tightness in his balls, he lifted her up, leaving only her pouty lips wrapped at the tip. He didn’t notice but Y/n had been touching herself the whole time, her hand clasped over her panties, fingers rubbing her wet cunt through the stained fabric. Hisoka could scold her later, but right now he was going to release.

- “Now, you swallow, ok?” Hisoka panted out, looking down at her with a dominant glint in his eye.

- Y/n nodded and let out a little noise in response before she looked down, seeing the rest of his shaft, wet from her saliva.

- Hisoka threw his head back and let out a loud, guttural groan, eyes rolling back as his warm cum squirted into Y/n’s mouth, coating her teeth, gums and tongue. He felt Y/n gasp lightly, then cough on him, he held her head firmly, keeping her mouth plugged up so she had no other choice but to swallow. And once he felt her mouth clench, gulping down his sweet juice, he pulled her off and let her breath.

- Y/n gasped for air, her thighs trembled as she came into her panties.

- Hisoka held his arms out for an embrace, and Y/n gladly crawled up his body. She laid over him and accepted the praise he gave to her for taking his cock like a champ.

[buckyownsmylife]

You and I - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick,  laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill

A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar​ for giving this a read for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.

I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.

Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.

There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.

I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.

Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.

I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.

The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.

Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.

“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.

Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.

Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.

My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.

I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.

With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.

“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.

“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”

Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”

I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.

“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”

I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.

“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.

“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”

The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.

I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.

“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.

“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn’t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.

Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.

“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.

“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.

“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.

“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.

“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.

“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…

“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. “You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.

“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.

“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.

“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.

The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.

“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.

“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.

“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.

Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”

He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”

Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.

“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”

“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.

“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.

“No.” It was all the permission he needed.

“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.

It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”

Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”

“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.

“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”

Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.

My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.

“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?

“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”

“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.

“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.

“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”

[imtooscaredforthis]

Unknown Caller

Ghostface x Reader Smut

Summary: Late at night, you start getting texts from the serial killer and your stalker, Ghostface.

Mentions of: Threats, Death, Stabbing, Sexting, Phone sex, Knife play, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Recording w/out Consent and Danny being super horny

Word Count: 2.4K

With an exhausted groan, you collapsed back onto your bed, letting the mattress suck you in. It had been yet another long, shitty work day, leaving you mentally drained and wanting to sleep.

The only thing that kept you from sleeping was how gross, sticky, and sweaty you felt from walking around in that shitty waitress uniform. It was a summer day in Florida, after all. Of course you would be burning your ass off. And somehow, the urge to take a shower overpowered your fatigue.

So after an extra moment or two of laying down, you got up, grabbing your phone and a towel, heading into the bathroom and locking the door behind you, just in case any unwelcome visitors came in. You knew exactly who that visitor was.

You tried to shake the thought of the masked murderer, not even daring to think his name. The last thing you needed tonight was having him come around. Maybe he would just give you a break for once and leave you alone. Maybe…

Sighing, you tapped at your phone, playing some music and stripping down. Stepping into the shower, you turned the heat all the way up, letting the hot water pour down onto your skin until it turned red. You washed off all the stress and trouble from the day, finally being able to relax.

Once you got out of the shower, you slipped on a black lacy bra with matching panties, using a robe to cover it up. You had grown used to spending the nights alone, with no one to take home, no friends to speak with.

You lost them all, since they all thought you were being crazy and paranoid about being stalked by Ghostface. Even after one of your dear friends died, (the only one who believed you) they still thought you were crazy. In fact, they thought you killed him. And the cops were no help either, thinking all the threats were just some prankster or copycat.

So now, here you sat on your bed, scrolling through social media, when you got a text.

Unknown: Evening, gorgeous

You stared at the message blankly, feeling your heart drop in your stomach. It was him.

You cast a protective glance over at your bedroom window, which had the curtains drawn and the blinds shut, as an attempt of giving yourself some sort of privacy from the stalker. Was he out there? Waiting outside the window to peek, or behind your door to jump out at you. Even though he’s been doing this for a while, you’d still never get used to it.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you began to type up a message to respond to him. You learned the hard way to answer his texts and calls.

(Y/N): What do you want to torture me with now?

Even though you were still quite afraid of the killer, there were times where you found him a complete nuisance, and got the guts to told him. This was one of those times.

Unknown: C’mon, don’t be like that. I have fun with the games we play. But I want to try something different tonight.

(Y/N): Like what?

Unknown: Like how I can see what you’re wearing and can’t help but wonder if you put all of that on just for me

You felt your face go a bright red, looking around and grabbing the hem over your robe, moving it over, attempting to cover up your body.

Unknown: There’s no use in covering it up now, I’ve already seen everything and it’s gotten me so hard

Looking at the text, you blinked a few times, making sure this was real. Maybe it was just some weird sex dream. You pinched yourself. Nope. This was real. The feared serial killer of Roseville was sexting you.

Unknown: You look so cute like that, all surprised and scared, it makes me want to cut you up and fuck you until you can’t walk.

Unknown: You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

Your mouth went dry as you tried to think of something to text him back with, your body running hot with arousal. You can’t believe this is turning you on. It really shouldn’t be.

Unknown: There’s no need to be so shy, (y/n). You know we can be honest with each other.

(Y/N): Yes I would

Unknown: Good girl

Unknown: My cock is just throbbing thinking about how nice and tight you would be, how good you would squeeze me, how I’d love to fill you up with my cum. And you’d love every second of it, wouldn’t you, baby?

(Y/N): Fuck yes

You rubbed your thighs together, feeling how drenched you were getting, a silent moan leaving your lips, not even realizing he was paying attention to every little detail.

Unknown: Shit, that was so hot. I’m really turning you on, aren’t I?

Unknown: You want to touch yourself don’t you? Want to get off on the dirty things I’m telling you? Well you can’t. Not unless you beg for it like a good girl.

You would object, but you knew you were too far in to stop yourself. It had been quite a long time since you had done something like this, and a part of you felt desperate. So, you did it. You begged.

(Y/N): Please, Ghostface. Please let me touch myself.

Unknown: Good. Go ahead, but take off that robe. You won’t be needing it.

Moving your arm out, you shrugged the robe off your shoulders, spreading your legs ever so slightly. Might as well give him a show.

You ran your hand down your stomach, moving it down to your hips, and then your thigh, while your other hand stayed high on your chest, running your finger over your clothed nipple. After a moment or two, you dipped your finger under the fabric, running it up and down your drenched slit. You played with your clit, leaning back and moaning softly.

Unknown: Fuck, I just want to run my knife all over the curves of your body

Unknown: Put two fingers in

You did as told, pushing two fingers into your opening, thrusting them in slowly. You didn’t even notice the distant flash of a camera recording you peeking out from behind your window.

You shut your eyes, biting your lip and arching your back, as you began to pick up the pace. The sound of your phone chiming managed to make you open your eyes, and snap out of your little fantasy, looking down at your phone.

Unknown: You look so fucking hot right now, I want to come in there and ruin you

(Y/N): Why don’t you?

Unknown: It’s tempting, but I need to do one thing first.

Unknown Number is calling…

You picked up, slowing your fingers. “Why’d you- why’d you stop?” He questioned between groans, his voice strained. So he was touching himself too.

“I didn’t know if you wanted me to-”

“Keep on going. Don’t stop. Add a finger.” He instructed.

An image of Ghostface stroking himself popped into your mind, making you pick up the pace. A string of mewls and whimpers left your mouth as you went even faster, feeling yourself grow close.

“You sound- shit, so nice babe. Makes me want to- even more-”

“Fuck, I’m g-going to- ah” Your body froze up, feeling yourself clench around your fingers.

It seemed like he was close too, considering how much he was panting, low groans and grunts. There was a brief silence on the other line, and you wondered if he hung up on you. But then, he spoke. “I’m coming in.”

He ended the call and you felt your heart leap in excitement, calming down from your high, and preparing for him to come in. You looked from the window to the door, wondering where he’d be entering.

A few minutes went by, and he still hadn’t shown up. A part of you wondered if this was some sort of sick game to humiliate you. If he was just going to leave you all alone.

“Miss me?” A familiar voice whispered into your ear, making you jump.

“Jesus don’t scare me like that.” You muttered, turning to face him.

“Why so grumpy? Is it because I kept you waiting? So impatient, so needy. I love it.” He grasped your chin, tilting your head and making you look up at him. He ran a gloved finger over your lips, tracing your cupid’s bow.

You felt your body grow hot at the contact, your thighs clenching together. He noticed, moving his hand away to finally give you what you so desperately craved. Grabbing your shoulders, he pushed you down on the bed, straddling you.

Slowly, he ran his knife over your skin, tracing it from your throat, down to your collar bones, and to your chest. It seemed he was being merciful tonight, because you could barely feel the blade against your skin, only a light tickle.

Moving his weapon to the middle of your chest, Ghostface sliced open your brassiere, splitting it in half and revealing your breasts. Well, there went your good underwear.

He ran his finger over your nipple, watching it harden under his touch, pinching it softly. The killer studied your expressions closely, taking in every single detail. The way your lips parted slightly, the way your cheeks heated up, and the way your eyebrows knitted together. God, you were so adorable.

Ghostface shifted his attention to your panties, cutting them off on the side, and pulling them down to your ankles slowly. He moved his hand back up to your opening, running his finger up your wet slit, feeling how soaked it was.

“So wet, all for me? I must’ve really left you waiting. Guess I better get to it then, huh?” His voice was smug, low, and full of mischief. You knew he was playing with you.

He rutted against his hips against you, making you whimper slightly. You knew he wouldn’t do anything, until you said it. “Please, fuck me, Ghostface.”

“Danny.”

You felt your eyes widen at his words. “What?”

“Call me Danny.” In all the time that you had known him, you never got a name out of him. But he was telling you it now. Why? Why was he doing this?

You were too busy processing what just happened to notice the sound of his buckle clicking, and his knife dropping onto the floor, while he was now holding his phone instead. The flash of a camera burned into your eyes, making you look up at him and snap out of your thoughts.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, squinting at the light and covering your eyes with one hand trying to hide the glare.

“Makin a little movie.” He grabbed your hands with his free one, moving them from your face and pinning them above your head. “And you’re the star. Aren’t you excited?”

“I- shit-” Before you could even respond to what he was saying, you felt his cock press up against your soaked folds.

He moved his camera down to your breasts, watching your chest heave, before moving it back up to your face. “Now what’s the magic word? C’mon, you know what to say. You’ve been saying it all night.”

“Please, Danny.” You begged, bucking your hips up against his hardened member. “Please what?”

“Please just fuck me.” You rolled your head against the pillow. He was driving you crazy at this point with how much he was teasing you and making you beg.

Finally, he gave you what you had grown desperate for, entering you with a rough thrust. It was painful at first, the killer not showing any mercy, but you forced yourself to grow used to it.

You moaned out, the feeling of fulfillment overcoming your already sensitive hole. You arched your back, grabbing onto his forearm, digging your nails into his muscle under his robe.

Tears began to stream down your face as you babbled, incoherent words slipping from your lips. It was too good, and you couldn’t think of something, anything, to say to describe it. He was fucking you stupid.

He zoomed in on your tears, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Damn, baby. Is it really that good? Do you love getting fucked by my cock that much?”

You didn’t speak, not even sure if you could. He pinched your nipple, making you yelp. “Y-yes! Its- it’s so g-good.”

Danny moved his free hand to your clit, thrusting even deeper, until he hit just at the right spot. You cried out, clenching around him. Moaning out for him to please never stop, to keep going.

“Oh baby, you think I could stop? Not with the way you’re clenching around and calling out my name, begging for- shit.” He grunted, feeling your walls begin to massage him, you were getting close. And so was he.

He nestled his head into the crook of your neck and shoulder, pulling his mask up his face, and biting down, breaking your skin and drawing your blood, his movements growing even harsher. While you dug your nails into his back, reaching your orgasm, Danny not too far behind.

The half-masked killer wiped the blood from his lips, grinning down at you. “There, I marked you as mine. You’re my little slut, got it? Say it.”

You nodded, eyes still shut, your mouth open with only moans and gasps escaping. You forced yourself to speak, voice all hoarse and raw. “I’m your slut, Ghostface- Danny- whatever, I’m all yours.”

“That’s it. Such a good girl. Fuck-” His thrusts grew sloppy, and he rubbed at your clit even harder, making you climax once again with him. He pulled out, releasing on your stomach, and ending the video.

He pressed a rough kiss to your lips, before readjusting his mask, cleaning himself off, and fixing his clothes up. All the while you laid there, nude, panting, and coming down from the intense high you just had. You felt another flash blind your eyes, and the sound of a camera clicking, knowing he just took another picture.

Moving aside your curtains and blinds, Ghostface unlocked your window, pulling it up and stepping through. “This was fun. Let’s do it again sometime. See you soon.”

[meow-zephyr]

a bathtub and a lover

pt. 2 of the college imagines that were originally for a crush x reader pairing but turned to levi x reader

tag/warning(s): language, cunninglingus, slight dirty talk, pet names, penetrative seggs near the end (dw reader is on birth control), aftercare, unfortunately the water bill in this chapter went 📈📈📈 and this is supposed to be taking a bath but it ended being nasty jkfvnkfd.

(idk how to write muffled dialogue so rip TvT google ain’t even giving me results)

word count: 1.8k

CONTAINS NSFW!!!

after baking lessons and first times (pt. 1) 

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You were sitting on the bathroom sink while Levi just finished washing you up with a damp towel, scrubbing the cloth away from the mess it had to get. Still at daze of what was your first sex with the person you admired the most, seeing him naked while cleaning up the mess he made on your stomach, surely anyone would contemplate of how they ended up in this situation.

“Oi, you’re spacing out,” Levi snapped at you from your bewildered state.

“I’m still processing how I ended up giving my V-card to the hottest guy I’ve known.”

That set a flush of pink to his face. “Tch, stop it. I appreciate that’s what you think of me, but I’m far from hot.” he stated, which was disagreeable to begin with.

But just to tease him a bit, you placed your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. “Really? I disagree with that,” inching your mouth closer to his ear as your hands traced the outline of the muscles on his abdomen, “I heard a lot of the girls wondering what you would look like under those clothes of yours. I consider myself very lucky to be the one to have a closer look.”

The airiness of your voice accompanied with the gentle caresses of your hands to his body, Levi was just about ready to devour you. 

Control yourself, Ackerman!

“You’re getting a little too courageous right there, F/N. Wouldn’t want you having trouble walking, right?” he refuted with a smirk on his face. 

It did make you blush, but also cocky at the same time. “Mmm, I wouldn’t mind,” your hand taking place on the undercut of his head, “I just want to feel you inside of me again.”

And shit did that make him hard. Both of you were surely getting ballsy with each other. 

You’ve already sensed that he was turned on so, to play with him a little further, you went down from the sink and walked your way towards the bathtub. Turning on the faucet and closing the drain of the tub, you looked back at Levi just to see him being all flustered and aroused. It just gives you the confidence to provocatively arch your back as you reach for the bath wash, making sure he can see the arousal spreading through the inner part of your thighs.

“Shit.”

A cunning smile to yourself, “What was that?”

“I will have it known that you’re playing dangerously, kitten.” 

You looked back at him with a mischievous grin. “That’s the thrill of it.” 

Pouring the eucalyptus and spearmint scented wash to the tub while teasingly bending over for Levi (who was getting antsy) you waited for a while to have the wash completely dissolve in the water, until the bathtub had small bubbles and the smell of mint taking over the room. (punyeta ito, 30 minutes sinayang para makahanap ng bath product)

“Let’s get washed up, horny man,” you jabbed at Levi. 

Annoyed, “Easy for you to say, you’re dripping wet down there.” 

You took a seat on the platform of the bay window that was conveniently designed sticking to the bathtub, the blinds covering what was about to occur. “Unlike you, I wasn’t the one who was ogling and almost losing composure.” you smugly replied. 

Levi stepped into the tub and sat down, emerging his lower half to the water, not showing any signs of desperation on his face. But you knew damn well, he was fucking hard. “I’ll show you, losing composure,” the determination in his voice was making you shiver in delight. 

His bath soaked hands found its way upwards to the side of your thighs, lathering your skin with foam. Small sighs left your mouth to the feeling of Levi’s hands caressing the tender flesh and drawing figures that caused you to feel more needy for him. “You like that?” he softly spoke as he placed a kiss on a spot near your already aching hole. It took everything in him not to ravage you with his mouth just from hearing you let out a cute little whimper, all because of him and his ministrations. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to taste you right here and there. 

Seeing the eagerness in his eyes, you nodded to whatever he was about to do next. In just a split second, his mouth was on your pussy. 

“L-Levi!” you gasped as you felt him give a harsh suckle on your clit. He pulled away to check on you. “Did it hurt?” concern evident in his tone. 

“No..it felt new..a good type of new..” you replied. “I want you to continue..doing it..” you shyly added, avoiding his gaze while doing so. 

Levi couldn’t help but smirk at your flustered face. “You’re really cute, kitten.” 

Wincing in embarrassment his mouth found its way back on your vulva, the action provoking an airy gasp from you. Feeling him gently nip on your labia sends your back arching and your hands looking for support on the silky strands of his, earning a muffled grunt from the guy. 

His tongue was exploring every crevice and the plethora of melodical whines and moans that left your lips was encouraging him furthermore. His middle and ring finger pumping and reaching deep into the velvety plush of your walls, contracting tightly around his lithe fingers. 

“Mmm–fuck…” his mouth already stained with your juices, “you taste and feel so good.” 

The blush not leaving your face any time soon, Levi continued on with his salacious actions to bring you close to a finish. You can feel the proverbial coil getting tighter and tighter as the seconds pass. One flick to that certain spot in you-

Snap! 

Overwhelming pleasure overcame your senses. Gushing out profusely onto his mouth all Levi could do was groan on the flow of your essence. Gulping everything to the last drop, his mouth giving a soft pop from the long contact of his mouth with your pussy, he gave a kiss to your inner thigh with a small smile ridden over his face. “We should do that again, don’t you think?” 

Still in daze and still beet red, you placed your hand over his cheek. “Definitely.” 

Both of you deciding it was best to start what you guys were supposed to do, you joined soaking in the tub along with Levi. The smell of the wash was still present and it comforted both of you while scrubbing the body of the other. 

I’m in the same tub as my old time crush!

It was something that you’ve just suddenly realized. Never expecting that all the times you would let your thoughts wander—one of the ones you’ve always imagined just happened. 

Noticing the stop to your scrubbing. “Something up?” 

Taking the shampoo from the shelf. “Just realized I’m in the same tub as my crush,” pouring the mild scented contents on your hand. 

“After all that, you’re thinking about that?” he teased as he took the shampoo from your hands and did just the same thing as you did. His hands are already on your hair, massaging your scalp gently and thoroughly. 

Reciprocating the action, both of you were feeling the heartbeat of the other. How it sent a thousand waves of feelings and reminders that you did all that with the guy you’ve always admired ever since you stepped into college. 

The feeling was surreal yet it was all too true and mutual. 

“You know, weird old me,” you chuckled. His eyes still bore that same old bored gaze, Levi but you can clearly see how it was filled with admiration. 

Admiration for you. 

Turning the shower knob, the sprinkles of water falling over both of your heads to wash off the shampoo had your hair framing the outline of your face. Levi couldn’t help but help wash off the suds off your hair. While doing so, his hand took a hold of your chin and held it up. 

Pink hues dusting your cheeks. “What is it, Levi?” 

Breathing in and exhaling slowly, “Do you think…we can be.. lovers?” 

Hearing that word, that term, that so sentimental and intimate title leaving his lips…

Levi being one of the few people who you find unbelievable would directly say that to someone… 

And that someone being you. 

Lover. 

His lover. 

Your lover. 

Lovers. 

Still at loss for words yet eyes being the windows to the soul, it conveyed enough what you felt at that moment. But Levi needed words from you. 

Your hand found its way to his chest, the thumping of his heart being rapid. 

Lips opening.

 “I’ve longed to hear those words from your lips.”

In just like a flash of lightning, your lips were connected with his once again. But this time, the kiss was a seal of something. 

Something that you’ve believed you can’t attain. 

Pulling from the kiss that felt like forever, the joy in Levi’s eyes was something worth seeing for many times. “You never knew how much I’ve waited for this, you lil brat.” 

Chuckling at how he usually expressed himself. “Even in such intimate times, you manage to always call me by that nickname.” 

“Tch, because you are one that I’ll be sticking with who knows.” 

The implication made your heart flutter. 

Who knows indeed. 

Finishing up with the bath, draining the tub and helping each other out of it. Levi helped wrap you in the soft blanket, drying you up. You sure were getting pampered with Levi being around to help you. 

Seeing how Levi was, you’ve noticed he was still pretty hard. 

Being the little brat you knew you were, you sat down on the sink facing Levi with the most lustful and cheekiest grin on your face. Catching the look on your face, he knew he was about to be fucked. 

Well, quite literally. 

As soon as he was close to you, you tugged on him to be near you. Still with that mischievous look on your face. “I want you inside me, once more.”

Even with giving his famous annoyed ‘tch’, his tip was already prodding on the tight ring of your entrance. Warmth radiating from your core and engulfing his every sense. 

“Don’t blame me if you can’t walk properly later.” 

“That’s the poi—haah!”

Sliding himself little by little, you knew you were about to lose all your wits at this moment.

Yet you knew… 

He was aiming to do just that and beyond what simple pleasures can give. 

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so there ya go! will work on the next part when i feel motivated enough!

[xxlost-cityxx]

ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS

Ship/Characters: Top!Kirishima Eijirou, Bottom!Bakugou Katsuki

TW/CW: camming(Bakugou's a camboy), rough anal sex, anal fingering, choking, spanking, begging, crying, overstimulation, praising, degrading, enthusiastic consent

Summary: Bakugou's famous for being in the top 3 best doms for a camboy porn site, but as he tries to out rank an up and rising couple, his fans get to see the moment he realises he's a submissive bottom

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Katsuk has been a camboy for a little over 2 years now, starting right off the bat once he graduated high school. As he was 18 and living on his own and with a low paying job, he quickly realized he needed another source of income to live even slightly comfortably in today's world. Then came a random ad that just so happened to catch his eye, a porn site catching a lot of popularity, a few cam stars seeming to live a life of luxury from simply filming themselves for anyone to see. 

Katsuki had to try it out. 

He's had his fair share of horny old men groping him out in public, so why not get paid for them to watch him instead? 

That plan was one of his best ideas yet. He rose to fame so quickly he choked on water after posting his 4th video ever, seeing that his rough, aggressive attitude turned a lot of people on. A lot meant 14,000 at the time. A month into camming and he was making over 54,000 yen a week! And now, with nearly 500,000 perverts at his mercy, it was much more. He started live streaming last year, and it went amazing. Until a new couple joined the camming business. Suddenly 'loving boyfriend rails his curvy brown haired slut' was all anyone wanted to see. This broccoli headed bitch stole half the damn site from almost every other cammer out there! 

So there was only one thing Katsuki could do now. 

He had to fuck someone on one of his streams. 

He blew up the first time he fucked a flesh light, degrading the inanimate object like no tomorrow, easily being labeled one of the best doms out there. So the only way to get back on top was to dom a real person. 

But he wasn't going to fuck one of his weird ass fans, god no. He needed to find someone close to him who would keep their mouth shut. 

After brainstorming and browsing the most popular porn categories, he got an idea. The best way to narrow down his options for what type of person he'd need is by his audience. He quickly went to his profile insights, his eyes narrowing as over 60% were females. He quickly smirked, easily going back to the most popular categories and filtering out what he didn't want to do and what his audience wouldn't be into. And the one that came out ontop, was gay shit. Katsuki was going to dom a guy. And if it meant coming out on top over all the useless cammers, he'd fuck the shit out of a twink. 

"Sorry man, I would've considered it back when we first graduated, but Hitoshi and Kyo would rather stab you than let me take your dick up my ass." Denki said, casually sighing and taking a sip of his coffee. The elders around the coffee shop gasped, giving nasty side eyes which Katsuki couldn't care less about. "What!?" He nearly shouted, Sero and Mina covering their mouths to prevent any laughter from coming out to the point their faces were turning red. 

"Why not ask Sero-" "-Oh hell no! I'm not letting Katsudon fuck me on camera!" Sero shouted, ignoring Bakugou's glare from calling him Katsudon. 

"You really need to fuck a guy for this? Why not stick to your usual content? No.2 is better than much else, right?" "Hell no! I'm the best and I'm going to prove I'm the fuckin' best! Denki's the only twink I know, so help me find another!" Katsuki yelled, a few families being rushed out of the shop. 

After going through everyone that fit Bakugou's qualifications. They had nothing. Bakugou was ready to tear someone's head off at this point. After doing so much research, he didn't have the final piece. 

"Hey Mina, you're a chick. What do you suggest 'suki do?" Denki sighed, folding in on himself. "I mean, we do love our gay shit man." He said in an inhale. "But why not get fucked instead? We know way more doms than we do twinks." She said, tilting her head. "Oh- Hell no!" Bakugou shouted, Sero wincing. "I'm the best fuckin' dom on this shitting porno site and I'm going to prove it!" "Sounds like a bratty bottom to me." Sero mumbled. 

After more shouting and arguing. Kirishima finally arrived. "Sorry, my last client had a lot of knots in their back and thighs! Took a lot longer than I expected." He said with his happy smile, still wearing his scrubs and smelling like coconut oil. "Eiji~! Gimme a deep tissue massage!" Denki whined, rushing over and jumping face first into the bed. "He just gave massages all day dude, give him a break.." Sero mumbled, shaking his head. 

And it was like a light bulb. His brain flashing to massage porn intro's being in the top 100 categories. "Kirishim!" Bakugou shouted firmly, standing up straight. Kiri froze, slowly turning to look at him with fearful eyes. "Y-Yes…?" "Let me fuck you for my cam stream." And it went dead silent. 

And that's how they're here. Setting up the ring lights, almond oil on the shelves and a small white towel for Bakugou to cover his ass with. The plan was that Eijirou would get handsy during the massage and Katsuki would turn around and start domming him. Kirishima is bigger than Bakugou in the height and muscle department, but that was only going to make the plot better. Eijrou definitely wasn't telling him something. After hesitating to agree in the first place, and only after Bakugou promised a share of the money, Kirishima was just so...unnatural at this situation, his movements starting off as more dominating until he took it down to a submissive level.   

Katsuki started the live, giving his quickly joining fans a cocky smirk before standing up, walking back and laying down on the black table. 

The comments were filled with surprise and questions as to who the red haired hulk was beside the table, but they went unanswered. 

Kirishima grabbed the bottle of almond oil, pouring some into his hands and quickly starting on Katsuki's thighs, gently rubbing into the muscles with experienced ease. 

Bakugou's eyes widened at the feeling, his core already getting hot with desire. And as Kirishima's fingers went under the towel to his inner thighs, he fought a gasp. Comments filled with perverted comments telling the redhead to get more handsy and to give the blond a hand job with all the oil. 

But as Eijirou put a knee on the table and nearly climbed over Katsuki to perfectly get his back, Katsuki started panting at the feeling. It wasn't the massage that was getting him. It was the feeling of Eijirou's crotch rubbing against the thin towel, his cock slightly hard underneath his black scrubs. 

As it was about time for the script to move onto Katsuki domming Kirishima, Bakugou was stifling whimpers of shock and embarrassment. His cock aching for him to fuck Kirishima…..actually. His body was aching to be fucked by Kirishima. 

As Katsuki was turned around, His eyes were teary, his fans taking quick, shocked notice and flooding the comments with surprise, degrading, perverted insults about how he looked like a twink instead. 

Kirishima's eyes slightly widened at the sight, and as Bakugou swallowed his embarrassment and shock, he focused on his arousal and his own perverse desires. "F-Fuck me….instead.." He whispered, his eyes slightly squinting and blurring with tears. 

Before he knew it, Eijirou was leaning over top of him with a slick hand around his neck. Bakugou couldn't help but moan at the pressure, his stream struggling to keep up with the influx of viewers and comments about the top 3 best doms getting put in his place by a rando. 

Bakugou's mind wasn't on the donations anymore, not on the follower count or his ranking at this point. He was gasping for air as Kirishima roughly kissed and bit at his body, keeping an iron grip on Katsuki's neck. "Oh fuck yes- Was hoping to god I would be able to fuck your tight ass one day-!" Kirishima breathed against his skin, licking up his nipple to his jaw and nipping at him. 

He suddenly ripped himself off the blonde, walking over to the camera and grabbing it, making a winky face at the viewers as he moved the camera to get a better view of Bakugou teary eyed, flushed and a line of red, darkening hickies and bites. 

He got back on the table, roughly gripping Katsuki's thighs and harshly pushing them apart, an action that would probably make some other guy pull a muscle. He wrapped his arms around his spread thighs, pulling his hips up to meet his crotch, the pale skin against his dark black scrubs finally letting Bakugou and the viewers know what the newbie was packing, and it was a lot. 

"H-Holy fuck-" Bakugou whispered out as his towel was ripped off of him, oil being grabbed off the table and the cap popped open. Kirishima paused, looking up to Bakugou, a silent plea for last minute permission. Katsuki's red eyes met crimson, and he swiftly nodded his head, accidentally earning more donations from the show of submission. 

Eijirou lathered his fingers in oil, tracing the blond's pink hole carefully, giving the camera another adjustment so the viewers could see his perfect view as well; a red faced, teary eyed dom with his tight ass being slicked up so nicely. 

The oil made Katsuki's muscle relax easily, becoming soft under the thick tanned finger, and as he swiftly plunged in the singular finger, Katsuki gasped with shock, his eyes going wide at the foregin feeling. 

Kirishima slowly pumped his finger, adding slightly more oil every time his muscle got a bit too tight, slipping in more fingers every time his rim was soft. It felt like such a short amount of time between preparing to dom his best friend to being finger fucked by him. Eijirou's forearm had veins slightly protruding as he slammed his fingers into his friend at a pace that made vibrators look pathetic. Katsuki's pretty little back was arched so nicely, his muscles flexing and his toes curling, tears falling from his eyes as moan after moan was ripped from him. 

"P-Please! I can't! I can't take it anymore!" He finally sobbed, shaking his head at the man's brutal pace, purposely avoiding his prostate after hitting it every couple times. 

Kirishima smirked, slowly sliding his fingers out only to slide his thumbs inside, stretching the soft muscle as he pleased, showing off the blond's perfectly hot pink insides, his swollen rim slick and twitching. "So nice and pretty for me, hm? You wanna take my fat cock for the first time? Expose how much of a slut you are for cock? For my cock?" Kirishima said seductively, moving the camera again. 

Katsuki nodded his head rapidly, his eyes glued to the hard to see bulge under his black scrubs. "Use your words, baby." Eijirou said firmly, palming himself. "Y-Yes- I want it-! I w-want your fat cock-!" He said, face flushing with embarrassment again. "Good boy~" He cooed, finally grabbing the hem of his pants and pulling them down. 

It was almost like he struggled to pull the front down far enough, his cock just kept following, and once it finally got over his tip, his penis sprung up to lightly slap against his stomach before it weighed itself down. The camera got Bakugou's surprise and shock perfectly, the comments finally going quiet, almost as if everyone had to take in what they were seeing as well. 

Kirishima grabbed the base of his cock, lifting it and letting it slap against Bakugou's hole, earning a slightly muffled whimper from the blond. He gently moved his hips, letting his cock slide smoothly against his hole, his tip teasing the smaller's balls. The comments were filled with encouragement and orders to get on with it. 

Kirishima chuckled darkly, letting his tip catch on the rim, slowly pushing in. Bakugou's eyebrows furrowed before his mouth dropped and eyes widened with the pressure. He let out a guttural moan, his legs starting to shake. 

As Eijirou bottomed out with a groan, Katsuki was shaking and whimpering, his own well endowed cock red and dripping precome. 

The redhead pulled out before slamming back in, the blond shooting up with shock only to be met with a hand on his neck again, pinning him down as the Kirishima harshly forced his way between Bakugou's legs even more, only giving the blond a couple seconds to adjust before he started snapping his hips into the smaller man's ass. Bakugou took in one breath of air before lewd moans poured from him, his voice cracking every time his skin was slapped with another brutal thrust. 

"Agh- P-Please-!" Katsuki nearly screamed out, Eijirou grabbing the back of his knees and pressing them back to meet his shoulders, effectively putting him in a mating press. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you fucking want!" Eijirou growled out, groaning as Katsuki's tight, slicked up boy cunt tried to milk him, pulsing and sucking him in with every movement. "I-I want it harder! Please- Please fuck me harder! Give me more!" Bakugou nearly sobbed, looking at where their bodies were connected with teary wide eyes. "Such a fuckin' slut-! Making all these people think you were a fucking dom, only to start begging for the first fat cock you see! Want it harder? Wanna feel my fat dick in you for days?" He growled, eagerly moving to grab Katsuki's ankles and awkwardly spreading them over Katsuki's head before turning him, ripping his cock out of his pillowy ass and nearly picking the blond up by his ass, grabbing the nape of his neck and forcing him on his knees with his head down. 

He slammed back in, the blond nearly screaming once again as he set another brutal pace. "Y-Yes! Please, god yes! Fuck me more! Don't stop!" Katsuki sobbed, drool and tears staining his lewd face. "Wouldn't fucking dream of it! You love having your little boy cunt fucked, huh? Love how I fucking ruin you on this dick?" Kirishima growled, slapping a hand down on his fat ass, groaning loudly at the sight of all the excess muscle and fat jiggle even more. 

Katsuki's ass slapped against Eijirou's abs every time he slammed into the boy, his back muscles looking so pretty at this angle. 

"Oh shit- I'm gonna cum! Please make me cum! Don't fucking stop~!" Bakugou moaned, arching his back and lifting his ass up higher so Eijirou could hit his prostate at the best angle. "Haven't even touched your cock and you're gonna cum? Fucking do it! Cum on this cock, make it yours and I'll fuck you every day!" Kirishima promised, sharpening his thrusts to where all Bakugou could do is claw at the padded table and scream, staring into the camera as his orgasm was building higher and higher. 

"I- Fuck! I'm fucking cummin'!" Bakugou screamed, his body shaking under Kirishima as his thrusts went unbroken, hurtling Katsuki into overstimulation. He started screaming for relief, but as Kirishima planted his hands into the curvature of Bakugou's spine, he started thrusting purely for his own relief. Groaning and growling above a sobbing Katsuki. "S-Stop! I can't! Slow down~ Please!" Katsuki begged, his cock trying to harden again. His body was on fire, every nerve fried with pleasure he'd never experienced, and Katsuki knew he was addicted. 

"Almost fuckin' there! Gonna cum in your ass- Claim you, make you mine!" Eijirou groaned out, his balls drawing up tight as his own climax ripped through him, filling up the man's stomach with his cum. 

He slowly pulled out, Katsuki in the same position even after Eijirou let go of him. He grabbed the camera, pointing it at Bakugou's gaping and cum filled hole, watching how he pulsed against nothing, forcing the cum to leak out of him despite his angle. 

Not only did Katsuki make absolute bank while taking monster cock like a slut, he took the No.1 spot by over a thousand followers and ratings. 

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

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What’s funny is that they would be in the middle of a really heated moment, both of them naked with Harry buried in mid-thrust, and she’d randomly pull back from their kiss with a wet smack and wild eyes, her expression full of panicked realization. “Oh my God, I forgot to take my pill.”

All of Harry’s motions come to a slow stop, and he sighs indifferently as he uses his shoulder to wipe the sweat trickling down his temples, sniffing emptily as he begins untangling himself from her embrace. “It’s fine, I have a back-up in my nightstand.”

Y/N blinks her hazy eyes up at him in floored shock. “You…have a back-up pack of my birth control in your nightstand?”

“Mm.” He shrugs one shoulder casually, shifting around underneath the covers to prop himself on his forearms accordingly, balancing over her with great care as to not crush her in the process. He reaches towards the little table beside his mattress, tugging the drawer open with a light huff and diving his hand inside blindly, relying on instincts to find what he’s searching for. “You spend half your time at my place anyway, so I figured I might as well. Better to be safe than sorry, y’know? And I have an extra bottle of water in here, too, for emergencies, though I’m sure you know how to dry swallow a pill, considering you’ve dry swallowed much bigger things than that.”

Y/N continues to stare up at him in blank surprise, so taken aback that she doesn’t even try to form a comeback to fend off his crude innuendo. Harry carries on rummaging through his belongings intently, and a few seconds later, he manages to pull out a small circular container with a plastic coating and familiar packaging. He pops a singular pill, bringing it up to his own mouth and parting his swollen lips, sticking out his tongue and placing the capsule at the very center. He drops the pack back inside the cabinet, shoving it closed as he quirks a sweaty eyebrow expectantly, his dimples carving into his flushed cheeks as her offers her the medication. “Go on, then. Take it.”

Y/N bats her lashes up at him dumbly yet again, her brain processing the unorthodox— yet oddly attractive— scene. The fact that he’d gone out of his way to somehow get his hands on her favorite brand of contraceptives is extremely sweet and arousing in a fashion she can’t possibly express in coherent terms; it shows just how much he cares for her, and how he has her well-being in mind, even when it slips her very own. But aside from that obvious factor, the manner in which he’s making himself a part of that usually pesky chore by feeding it to her himself…It makes the already-burning warmth between her thighs rise a couple of notches in intensity.

Harry smirks down at her with his signature sarcastic bite, his tone carrying the same exact energy as he talks attentively through his occupied mouth, his actions measured to avoid dropping the pill cradled on his tongue. The irony of his comment goes right over her head, but its suggestive inflictions work as intended, seen in how her thighs impulsively tighten around his torso. “I promise I won’t bite. Not yet, at least.”

Y/N swallows thickly, taking another second to appreciate the sight painted before her— the sight of his lean body suspended above her with his burly chest heaving and damp collarbones glistening in the moonlight, his shiny curls glued to his forehead and along the sides of his neck as he hovers his face an inch from hers, his cool breath cascading across her itching lips as he waits for her to take the pill from him through a filthy kiss. The corners of his mouth are crooked upwards in smug satisfaction, and the muscles of his broad shoulders strain beneath his golden skin as he maneuvers himself comfortably between her legs once more, waiting patiently for her to tune back into reality and answer his whims. He looks so fucking good, and she feels like she could finish just by looking at him.

One of Y/N’s hands fumbles up to grasp his defined jaw, her other arm tying around his neck as she yanks him in for a desperate kiss full of quiet moans and needy whimpers. Her noises weigh in watery and wispy as she expresses her gratitude towards his gift, and she nearly chokes on her syllables as she feels him hum a low whine onto her tongue, his eyes rolling back into his head as he gradually begins grinding into her once more. He passes the capsule over to her, and she wastes no time in downing it, wanting to remove any obstacles that could keep them from returning to their prior activities.

“Done?” He murmurs authoritatively, checking to make sure she’d finished the important task, considering it’s the premise of this entire interaction. Y/N nods obediently, which causes him to coo at her with proud fondness, and the praise he delivers makes every cell in her body burst with bliss. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

Her initial intentions are to say something tender in return, along the lines of, “Thank you for taking me into consideration, I really appreciate it.” or “You don’t have to do that for me, but I’m really grateful you did.”

What actually croaks out of her throat, however, is something much less eloquent and much more embarrassing. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

Harry sputters into giggles against her mouth, snaking his strong arms beneath her back so he can hold her in place as he works on regaining the tempo they’d had going before their momentary intermission. Their foreheads bump together as a result of his gradually accelerating pace, noses brushing and Cupid’s bows smearing as he gasps and grunts against her stinging lips. “Yeah? D’you mean it, or are you just saying that because I saved your ass?”

“I mean it.”

“I’m gonna need a little more reassurance than that.” He remarks arrogantly, coasting his palms down to grasp onto her backside, his fingertips leaving indents that she knows he’ll admire later. He uses that grip to rock her up against his thrusts, his exhales stuttering as he feels her wet clit slam repeatedly against his sensitive pelvis. “Tell me I’m a good boyfriend.”

Y/N’s head falls back onto the feathered pillows below, her jaw hinging open in silent pleasure as he stretches her out just right, the head of his cock teasing a certain spot only he’s ever been able to reach. “You’re such a good boyfriend, H.”

He grits his teeth as his balls slap against the curve of her ass, his spine shuddering as she drags her nails down his back without any remorse, leaving angry red scratches littered across its expanse. She suddenly tugs him closer harshly, and he just barely catches himself before he collapses on top of her, using his elbows to keep his stance intact. But when she licks at the beads of water spilling down his bobbing throat, the sound that rips from his chest in nearly enough to topple him all over again. “Christ, you’re fucking unbelievable. You’re so good at taking it, and giving it, and just— you’re just so fucking perfect, sweetheart. Can’t ever get enough of you.”

“Can’t ever get enough of giving you what you want.” She mumbles in a dreamy daze, her lips hot and sticky against his Adam’s Apple, and the warmth of her is nearly enough to drive him mad. She eyes him malleably, her gaze cloudy and electric all at once. “Just tell me, Harry. Tell me what you want.”

He props his chin atop the crown of her head and puffs his inhales out roughly through his nose, his stride sloppy and unforgiving as she clings to his waist shamelessly and cries his name over and over into the charged atmosphere of his bedroom. A drunken, open-mouthed grin buckles the tiny pits in his cheeks as the image of his headboard begins blurring in and out of vision, tears of overwhelmed desire soaking into his heavy lashes and squeezing out of the corners of his eyes. When he speaks, he doesn’t even try to hide the tremble running along the undercurrent of his demand. “I want you to tell me I feel good.”

Y/N hiccups the sentiment in the form of a broken trill, sighing it against the curve of his jugular. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Tell me—fucking hell.” A sharp mewl interrupts his sentence as Y/N bites into a particularly soft spot below his ear, and he has to screw his eyes shut to regain his composure, his lungs throttling and nostrils flaring as he keeps himself from spilling early. His accent comes out deeper than before, gravelly and teetering on the edge of a growl. “Tell me you don’t want anyone else but me.”

“Fuck, I—” Y/N wriggles beneath him as his rhythm becomes more brutal and dominant, her thighs quaking around his hips as he relentlessly fucks her into the bed. “I don’t— I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“‘No one else but you, Daddy.’” Harry trails down and nudges her cheekbone with the tip of his nose symbolically, brows furrowing as his irises overflow with a murky shade of emerald green, much more haunting than their usual olive hue. “Say it.”

“No one else but you, Daddy.”

“Again. Louder.” He ducks to the side, taking the shell of her ear between his lips and speaking through clenched teeth, his cadence smooth and refined like the smoke from a fresh bonfire. “Once I’m done with you, you’ll be sobbing that sentence until your throat goes sore. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Now: Again. Louder.”

[marvelouspeterparker]

what you need

pairing: dom!peter parker x reader

request: I don’t know if request are open but if they are can you please write where peter over hears the reader on the phone saying she’s not sure about sex, because she doesn’t know if he’ll be dominant and rough because the other times he was sweet and gentle. So after hearing this pete gets super dommy and like webs her to the bed a teases her and makes her beg to cum and is just really dominant. Thank you so much if you do this! I love your writing❤️❤️ by anonymous

warnings: smut, dom/sub, edging, spanking, orgasm denial

word count: 4.3k

notes: this has been in my inbox since summer 2019 i am so sorry + peter and reader are 18+ in this and living together (basically they’re grown) + i’m actually not sure i like this but oh well

“I don’t know MJ,” you sighed, unsure. “I just––It’s just not really as good as it could be.” 

Peter didn’t mean to eavesdrop, he really didn’t. But he had been playing video games for a few hours now and had decided to take a break for today and made his way over to your shared bedroom. He’d realized you were on the phone and was going to go and come back later, but your conversation piqued his interest and he couldn’t help himself. Also, his hearing was pretty good, so even if he went back, he would have heard it anyway, even if he didn’t want to. You must have thought he still had his headset on.

“No he’s great––he’s really good.” You paused. “No he’s way better than my exes, he makes sure I cum every time, multiple times, that’s not the issue.” Peter leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, a feeling of smug pride in his chest, until another part of his mind reminded him that you said that wasn’t the issue––then what was? There was an issue? 

“I––He’s just really,” you paused, struggling to find the right word. “Sweet...Gentle. He’s really gentle. I want him to be rough with me. I want him to be dominant.” You sighed. “But I think he’s just too soft to do that.”

Peter let his arms fall to his side. You’d never told him you wanted him to be rougher. If you had, he would bend you over his knee, no questions asked. He just had no idea you were into that. 

When he heard you say bye to MJ, he took a deep breath and walked into the room. You looked up, startled. “Oh––Hi Pete.” 

He smiled back, the expression not quite reaching his eyes. He paused, a few feet away from you, looking down at his hands. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He could hear your heartbeat quicken. “W––What do you mean?”

“I heard your phone call, Y/N.” 

“Oh, Pete––” You closed the distance between the two of you, your hand reaching out to hold his shoulder but his hand shot out and caught it in mid-air. He could hear your heartbeat becoming erratic. 

He looked up at you and your breath hitched at the sinful look in his eyes. He could hear you getting excited, he could also smell you too. “Asked you a question, baby.” He tilted his head and brought your hand to his mouth, turning it to kiss the inside of your wrist, his thumb caressing the soft skin. “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to be used like a toy?”

Your mouth went dry. “I––” You had no idea what to say. You knew he could tell how aroused you were getting, yet he wasn’t doing anything. 

He raised a brow, clearly waiting for a response, and though it frustrated you, it also made you even wetter. 

“I didn’t think you’d––be able to.” You could see a flash of irritation cross his features. 

“I can lift a truck with my bare hands, and you thought I wouldn’t be able to dominate a pretty,” he leaned closer to you, “little thing,” he tilted your chin up, “like you?” Everything would be considered little to Pete when it came to his super strength––you’d never thought about it like that. 

He moved as if he was going to kiss you, his breath softly touching your lips. “I’m going to have you crying for me, angel.”

He pulled away from you and you tried to lean forward and steal a kiss but you weren’t fast enough. He started to pull your shirt up and paused to let you confirm that you wanted this. When you nodded, he continued and pulled it off completely, letting it fall to the ground. His eyes shamelessly ogled your chest and the look in his eyes made you feel so vulnerable but so seductive––as if you were the one putting him in a trance, even though for you, it was the other way around. 

He kissed his way down your stomach as he crouched down, pulling down your sweats and helping you step out of them. He stood back up and trailed his eyes over your body, your pebbled nipples, the rise and fall of your chest. God, you were magnificent.

“Are––Are you not gonna get undressed?” You asked quietly. When he raised a brow, you swallowed and looked down, suddenly nervous. 

He tilted your head up by your chin and you bit your lip. “You want me to get naked? Wanna see how hard my cock is for you, just from the sight of you?” You nodded eagerly and he tutted, “You know you have to tell me exactly what you want, princess. Otherwise, I won’t do a thing.” 

You licked your lips nervously. “I want––I want to see you. All of you.” 

“Yeah?” He teased. “What part of me do you want to see?” 

“Pete–” You whined, embarrassed. He crossed his arms and you sighed. “Your––I want to see your cock.” You said quietly. 

He smiled, tapping your chin playfully. “There you go, baby. That wasn’t so hard was it?” 

He pulled his shirt off teasingly slow, only letting you see inches of his skin at a time, your eyes trailing up with each sliver of skin you saw––from his v-line, to his abs, until he finally pulled it all the way off. He took off his pants and his boxers in no time, but he barely gave you any time to gawk at him. 

“Get on the bed.” You could tell in his eyes, he wasn’t playing. You followed his instructions quickly, part of you extremely excited to see how this played out. 

You got on your back in the middle of the bed and held your breath as Peter watched you silently, stroking his cock slowly. Your mouth was watering at the sight of him, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t let you take care of him first. 

“Safe word is red, okay? Don’t be afraid to use it if you need to.” He looked at you to make sure you heard him and you nodded.

“Okay.” 

He took his time taking you in, watching you squirm on the bed. You don’t even know how long he’d made you wait so far, it could have been thirty seconds, it could have been two minutes––you have no idea but it was too long. The way his hand was squeezing around his cock the way you liked to, his tip leaking with pre-cum, you couldn’t handle it. You started to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some pressure and his eyes snapped up to yours immediately. 

“Spread your legs.” 

You whined but complied, sighing when you felt the air of the room hit between your legs. 

Peter’s eyes narrowed in on your center and he sped up his hand. “Fuck, princess. Look at you. You’re so wet for me, aren’t you? Can see you glistening from here.” 

You mewled, his words only making you more bothered. You had to physically stop yourself from closing your legs but Peter wasn’t having that.

“Hands above your head.” 

You looked at him, pouting. “But Pete––”

“Hands. Above. Your. Head.”

You swallowed and did as he asked. He climbed onto the bed, sitting on his knees between your legs, eyes focused on your center. “You’re so fucking perfect. Can’t believe you’re all mine.” 

He brought his hands to trail up and down your thighs, his touch teasingly soft. “You know what else I can’t believe?”

You hummed, looking up at him. 

“That you didn’t tell me you wanted to be treated like a slut.” You audibly gasped and he smirked. “This whole time I was treating you like my innocent little angel,” he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief, “when you really just wanted to be my needy little whore.” He trailed his hand down your inner thigh, so close to where you needed him, but not close enough. 

Your back arched as you squirmed under him, “Peter please.” 

He quirked a brow, looking into your eyes. “Yes?”

“Touch me.” 

“I am touching you.” He retorted, a small smile on his face. 

“Pete come on,” you whined, “stop messing around.”

“Sweetheart,” He dug his fingers into your thighs, making you sigh. “Does it look like I’m joking?” He kissed your knee. “Where do you want me to touch you exactly?”

You let out a shaky breath.

He kissed the side of your knee. “Here?” You shook your head. He kissed about an inch lower, a smile on his face. “Here?” You shook your head once again. He kissed lower and lower, asking each time, and every time, you would shake your head no. When he finally reached the highest point of your thigh, right next to your center, you were basically panting with want. 

He was lying down on the bed now, his face hovering above your wet center. He kissed your clit gently and you moaned, your hips bucking for more, but he was quick to push you back down with one hand.

He laughed, “Is this where you want me to touch, baby?” You nodded desperately, but that wasn’t enough for him. He tilted his head, licking his lips. “Say it.” He ordered. 

You looked down at him, your eyes about to water already with how sensitive and needy you were. “I want––want you to touch my pussy please, Peter.”

“Such a bad girl,” he cooed teasingly. “Naughty mouth too.” His fingers were tracing around your pussy softly, barely grazing your skin, making you yearn for more. “Practically punishing me just because you didn’t tell me what you wanted. Talking about me to your friend, keeping this to yourself...” He looked you in the eye, the dark look in his gaze making your breath hitch. “You were holding back from me too, princess. Depriving me of the darkest, most sensual parts of you, your desires, when we both could have been having fun…What on earth am I gonna do with you?” He pulled his hand away from you and you whined, making him bite his lip. “More importantly, what am I gonna do to you?”

You took a sharp inhale. 

He lowered his head, still looking up at you. “You want my mouth?”

You nodded. “Want your mouth on me, please please please Peter.” You were already begging and the thought made Peter twitch. He had to control himself, he knew that if he rutted against the bed and just watched you, he’d cum in no time––and he really wanted to do that inside of you. But he couldn’t help but drag this out a little bit––not when you looked so enticing.

“Yeah?” he bit his lip. “You want my mouth on this pretty pussy?”

You were near tears, “Yes Peter! Please!” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded, you just wanted him to do something. This was the wettest and neediest you’ve ever felt and he hadn’t even touched you yet. 

“Say it, baby.”

You looked at him, barely hearing his words, your response breathless. “W–What?”

His eyes were piercing yours. “Say you want me to eat this pretty little pussy. Then I’ll give you what you want.” 

“P––Pete I––” 

He raised a brow and made as if he was going to get up, and you quickly spoke up, “Okay I––Please Pete,” He looked at you, wordlessly egging you on. “I want you to eat my pretty little pussy…” Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, but then again, so did the rest of your body. 

He hummed, still not moving. “One mistake though, babe.” You pouted, in disbelief that he still hadn’t eaten you out––normally he would jump straight to it, no questions asked. “This isn’t your pussy.” His finger trailed down from your clit to your hole, picking up the wetness as it dragged down ever so softly and your brows furrowed in frustration and pleasure, his other hand pinning you down. “It’s mine.” 

You closed your mouth, your pussy clenching hopelessly around nothing. 

“So correct yourself.” 

“I––” You paused and bit your lip. 

“I’m waiting, princess. You know it’s not really nice of you to make me wait this long. I’ve been aching to get my mouth on you.” He ran his finger back up to rest on your clit and you sighed.

You had to bite your tongue to prevent your frustrations from pouring out through some very vulgar words. You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and Peter smiled annoyingly at you when you opened your eyes––He knew exactly what he was doing. His hand rubbed up and down in your inner thigh and you took a shaky breath. “Peter please? Can you eat your pretty little pussy? It’s throbbing Pete please, I need you––”

He growled and buried his face in you, his tongue lapping up and spreading your wetness. Your hands shot down to grab his hair immediately and he pulled away, making you whine loudly. “I said hands above your head, sweetheart. First and final warning.” You raised your hands back where they were and he dove back in, hands pushing your thighs apart as he devoured you. 

He was moaning into you, fully and unabashedly enjoying himself. “My pussy’s always so fucking wet and sweet for me, isn’t it?” 

You sighed dreamily, the pleasure going straight to your head, “Mm only for you.” 

He chuckled, his tongue making its way through your folds to lap at your clit mercilessly. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you into him, shaking his head, moving his tongue aggressively to push you towards the edge. You felt your breath hitch, your eyes widening as your legs started to tremble. Unwillingly, your hands shot down and just as they made contact with his head, he pulled away from you, making you whine loudly.

“Pete no––”

He licked his lips, not even bothering to wipe his chin and you clenched helplessly around nothing. You were pulsing and his eyes focused on your pussy for a moment before he looked back up into your eyes.

“What did I say?”

“I––”

“What. Did I. Say, Y/N.” 

You gulped, “To keep my hands above my head.”

“That’s right. And did you do what I asked?” His eyes were piercing yours. 

“You just felt––”

“Did you. Do. What I asked?” 

You shook your head nervously, “N––No.”

He sat back, looking you up and down, hunger in his eyes. “Gonna have to punish you now, sweetheart.”

You perked up and he smiled. He could hear your heartbeat, your breath. “Yeah baby? You want me to spank that pretty ass of yours?”

You nodded, getting into position over his lap before he could even blink. You turned your head and batted your eyelashes teasingly. “Can you please spank me?” 

“Jesus––” he muttered, his hands going over your smooth skin, grabbing the flesh. “So beautiful, aren’t you?” You bucked into his hips, getting wetter from his words and his touch. You unconsciously rubbed your thighs together and he swatted one of them lightly, making you gasp. “You know what to do. Spread em, babygirl.”

You whined but opened your legs, spread over him as if he were taking you from behind. “Such a naughty girl, wanting me to hurt you.” He spanked you with no warning and his strong hands held you back when you jolted away from him. “Such. A. Dirty. Fucking. Thing.” He spanked you between each word, your back arching further with each hit. 

“Fuck, Pete.” 

“Yeah I know. My princess likes that doesn’t she?” You nodded pathetically and he smiled, lifting you up to sit in his lap. “Well too bad this is supposed to be a punishment, then.” His smile dropped and your legs clenched around him. “On the bed like before. Don’t make me ask twice.” 

You crawled over to the middle again, hands above your head and he watched you for a moment. He got up without a word and you stopped yourself from complaining. He came back with something in his hands and it looked like––

He pressed a button in a split second and your hands were webbed to the bed. Your eyes went wide and he could tell that you enjoyed it. He threw the web-shooter aside and climbed back between your legs, his hands running up and down your thighs. 

“This okay baby?” You nodded and he smiled. “Since I know I can’t trust you to follow simple instructions and keep your hands where they belong,” he gave you a pointed look. “I just had to do something myself to make sure that you’re a good girl for me.” 

He lowered himself back down and wasted no time, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on your pussy, his arm slinging across your waist when you started squirming. 

“Ughh F––Fuck, Pete––”

“That’s it, just take it baby.” He locked eyes with you. “Feel the way my tongue is touching you in ways that only I can.” He lifted his head and spit on your pussy, making you gasp, your hands hopelessly straining against the restraints. He cursed softly, noticing the way you were weakly fighting against the webs and licked along your slit, making a proper mess between your thighs with the mix of his spit and your wetness. His lips and his chin were soaked and you could see them glistening every time he pulled away from you or moved, only making you needier and wetter. 

“Baby, I’m close––” You barely spit out, your voice quiet. 

He hummed and sucked on your clit harshly, making you choke on your breath. Just as you felt yourself about to tip over the edge, he let you go with a loud pop of his lips, moving his kisses to your inner thighs. You let out a pained whine and he smirked, his lips still pressed to your thigh as he looked up at you. 

“Why?” You asked, your voice breaking. 

“Told you I wanted you to cry.” He had the nerve to shrug nonchalantly. 

“You’re being mean.” You pouted, but Peter could hear your heartbeat, he could tell how you really felt, and you knew this. 

He smirked again. “Don’t sit there and pretend you don’t like it.” He licked up your pussy again. “Looking at and tasting how wet you are, we both know how much you love this.” Before you could come up with a response, he wrapped his lips around you, licking and sucking. You felt sensitive and you were throbbing, aching to cum.

You could feel yourself reaching your peak rather quickly and your eyes fluttered shut, your head falling back as you tried and failed to arch your back under Peter’s hold. Before you could get a glimpse of relief, Peter pulled away from you again and you let out a small cry.

He did this again and again, every time you were about to tip over, he released your clit from his lips and trailed his kisses to your thighs, watching you pant and whine. He’d wait until you calmed down to shift his attention back between your legs.

Every time he edged you it hurt, but it also felt so good. It was thrilling. You were so needy and so desperate, and that was exactly how he wanted you. By the third edge, your eyes were glassy, by the fifth you had tears pooling in your eyes, and by the sixth, they finally rolled down your cheeks. Only then did he let you cum, sitting up on his knees and practically bending you in half as he devoured you, moans and whines falling from your lips. 

Your body was trembling the whole time that you came, his mouth still attached to you. You felt relief for a few seconds before you realized he wasn’t stopping and there was no way for you to push him off. If you really did want him to stop, you could just say the safe word, but it felt so overwhelmingly good, part of you wanted it to stop, but part of you wanted him to keep going. 

“Pete oh my god!––”

He growled and kept going, shaking his head and humming into you, his tongue dipping in and out of you while he held you up, one arm wrapped over you, while he slipped two fingers into your dripping hole and sucked on your bundle of nerves. Your legs were shaking, your body convulsing as he tortured you. He didn’t stop until you came again and again. 

He set you down on the bed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it up, and sucking on his fingers, not wanting to let any of you go to waste. “Taste so fucking good, princess.” 

Your body was still going through aftershocks as he looked you up and down. He bent down as if he was going to eat you out again, his eyes on yours, and licked one teasingly slow stripe up your pussy, making you yelp and weakly try to shut your legs. He kissed your clit and up along your stomach, making his way up to your chest, then your lips. You eagerly kissed him back with tongue, tasting yourself as you trembled under him. 

He pulled away and smiled down at you, far too innocently, but there was a glint in his eyes. “Never get tired of tasting my pussy.” 

You let out a small whimper and your legs unconsciously squeezed around his waist. He brought a hand down to trace your thigh and your ass, his touch making you shiver. He grabbed your thigh and leaned down to kiss you again, your bodies molding together, his cock grinding against your pussy, making you whine into his lips. You were so sensitive, but you still wanted more. 

“Gonna let me fuck my pussy baby, hm?”

You nodded. “Please.”

He grabbed his cock with one hand and hissed, pumping himself a few times before swiping it through your wet folds and sliding in. He bottomed out immediately, letting out a string of broken groans as you moaned. 

“Feels so fucking tight.” His head fell back for a moment, eyes closing as he let himself just feel you. He thrusted in and out of you and his head fell forward again, focused on where you two were connected. “That’s it. Just like that. Such a perfect pussy. My perfect pussy.” 

You mewled and his eyes snapped up to yours. “You like when I talk about my pussy baby?” You nodded and he smiled. “Yeah I know you do. Filthy fucking thing.” 

 He started thrusting into you at a faster pace, your walls clenching around him, making him let out a few groans and curses. You were both sweaty and needy––Peter’s cheeks were red, his curls falling over his eyes, his arms straining and flexing as he pounded into you. He looked like a god. 

Your mouth was open, your eyes basically closing, a sheen layer of sweat on your body making your skin shine. Peter could tell you were getting closer, still sensitive from your orgasms and his teasing, it didn’t take long. 

“You wanna cum baby?”

You nodded, panting, “So bad.”

“Such a greedy girl.” He held eye contact with you, thrusting deeply for a few moments before he stopped his hips, making you cry out. “Beg for it.” 

You pouted, hands subconsciously trying to reach to hold his cheeks, but unable to due to the webs holding them back, making Peter smile. “Peter please let me cum baby.” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes.

He tilted his head, licking his lips. “I know you can do much better than that, princess.”

Your brows furrowed in frustration. “Please! I need to cum, I’ve been a good girl.” He stared at you, prompting you to keep going. “Wanna cum and I want you to cum inside me too. Know you want to, can feel you throbbing inside me baby. Please?” Your throat was dry, voice practically shot when you finished. 

Peter just looked at you for a moment before pulling almost all the way out and thrusting into you at full force, making you scream. He started pounding into you, grunting as your walls pulled him in, coaxing him to fuck you harder. 

“This what you wanted?” He grunted out. “Yeah?”

You nodded, your eyes fluttering shut as he brought a hand down to rub at your clit, making your legs tense and tremble around him. He didn’t stop until he brought you over the edge, your whole body vibrating, yelps spilling from your lips, your neck tilted back, inviting him to mark it up. He groaned into your skin, licking, biting and sucking at your neck as he came shortly after, filling you up, making you moan. 

He stayed there for a bit, soothing you with his kisses, his hands running up and down your side before he sat up. 

He pulled out of you and ripped the webs apart, holding your hands and kissing your wrists softly before lying down next to you, cradling you in his chest. You wrapped an arm and a leg around him, sighing contently. You were both panting, trying to catch your breath and settle down. 

After a bit, he spoke up. “So...was that good for you?” He asked sheepishly. 

You looked up at him, smiling. Same old Peter. “That was amazing Pete.” You leaned up and kissed him softly, the two of you melting into each other for a few moments. 

“I’m glad.” He smiled, his hand tracing patterns on your side, the other holding your jaw. “So next time you’re gonna tell me what you need, right?”

You bit your lip, “I don’t know…I kinda wanna see what happens if you find out on your own again.” 

His grip tightened around your waist as he shook his head, laughing quietly, “You’re gonna kill me, you know that?”

[mypoisonedvine]

claimed || alpha!Andy Barber x reader

summary: an interrogation with an alpha is no place to have an unexpected heat.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (dub con; the reader goes into heat and can’t think clearly enough to say no), a/b/o dynamics, loss of virginity, mentions of misogyny/discrimination against omegas, vague noncon and violence references, kinda housewife kink, possessiveness, breeding kink, praise, overstimulation, knotting, slight bondage (reader is handcuffed), slight pain kink, implied/subtle age gap, pregnancy mention at the end, kinda soft!dark andy but he's really not that dark

"This would be a lot easier for both of us if you started telling the truth."

You chewed your lip, looking away from the man across from you; it was impossible to keep eye contact when his gaze bore into you like that, when he gave you that stern, dominating look.

Andy Barber was so obviously an alpha, he was one of those types that just reeked of it. Figuratively— with the way he towered over you, his masculine body and strong features— but also literally considering his scent was filling the room now: pine, cinnamon, sage, and something a little bit sweet that made your mouth water.

It made sense for an alpha like him to have a high-powered, high-pressure career like this; he probably got a real kick out of squeezing information out of scared betas who couldn’t stand up to him.

And that was the role you were going to play now, because he was wrong: it would not be easier if you told the truth. If he knew what you really were, you’d be doomed.

You’d been hiding successfully as a beta for a long time by now, and you weren’t about to give it up now, even if it would likely have the charges against you dismissed. Omegas lived sheltered, oppressed lives; sought constantly by alphas, they had their pick of the finest since omegas were so rare, but until mated they were extremely vulnerable— and afterwards they were usually made to be subservient housewives, constantly bearing children as a consequence of their extreme fertility.

Maybe some omegas were okay with that, plenty probably loved that lifestyle since it was sort of the instinctual habit of an omega by nature, but not you. Never you. You wanted a life, a real life, your own life as more than an alpha’s mate. Thankfully you’d found the right mix of suppressants and perfumes to hide your scent, the right work schedule so you could always be home for your rare heats, and voila: to the rest of the world, you were a beta.

Being a beta meant being unnoticed, unacknowledged, never pursued and never courted. And that was exactly how you wanted it.

If Andy Barber knew that the man you’d stabbed was an alpha trying to force himself on you, there was a chance he would understand that it was self-defense and let you go. Then again, a lot of alphas seemed to think that being forced to mate was just par for the course for an omega; surely Andy wouldn’t be one of those types, as a man of the law, right?

“I can’t,” you finally answered.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” he assured, some of his anger shifting to a soothing tone. It really did calm you down; he must have been using his ‘alpha voice’ on you, and the fact that it worked should’ve been a red flag but you didn’t notice. “Let’s start from the beginning. You said you were at home but no one has confirmed your alibi. You said you didn’t know the victim but you obviously reacted when I showed you his picture. And, you said you weren’t there at the time of the murder but we found your DNA on the body.”

A little smile pulled at the corner of your lips, exactly not the reaction Andy had been expecting. “You’re lying,” you whispered.

He tensed up as you called his bluff. The DNA found at the scene was in the process of being analysed, sure, but it would be weeks until the results came back. “How can you be so sure?” he pressed.

“Because I.  Wasn’t. There,” you hissed, glaring back at him; he shook his head solemnly..

“No, that’s not it. I can tell when you’re lying, too, you know,” he warned.  “Tell me how you know I don’t have your DNA at the scene?”

“Because… because…” you breathed, blinking a few times as the room started to get warmer. Your head was spinning, your thighs clenched together— and when Andy reached out to rest his hand on yours and ask if you were alright, his touch sent it all into overdrive.

No, no, it wasn't your time yet. It shouldn't have come for a few more days, and you’d arranged to be bailed out tomorrow so you’d go into your cycle safely at home and not in jail. But now it was beginning and you had no way to stop it. Had the smell of an alpha really been enough to start your heat early?

Andy watched you start to pant and sweat with a furrowed brow, unsure what he was witnessing because he’d never had the opportunity to see it before. His ex-wife had been a beta, he'd never even met an omega before— they were quite rare after all.

But what he lacked in experience, he made up for in instinct; his body told him everything he needed to know about what he was seeing. “Omega,” he growled lowly, watching your whole body erupt into shivers at the timbre of his voice.

As far as alphas go, Andy was relatively level-headed, not as preoccupied with instinctual desires to dominate, to claim, to impregnate. A lot of alphas viewed mating with a beta as settling, although it was the much more likely outcome, statistically speaking. Andy, though, never really saw it that way, even knowing how much harder it would be to have a child with a beta. Their fertility was significantly weaker, both the males and the females, and Jacob was the product of years of trying; in all their marriage him and Laurie had never used any contraceptives and she only got pregnant the once.

But an omega? Especially a young one like you? He could knock you up right now, if he wanted. That power was intoxicating. It was exactly what he never knew he needed so badly.

“I don’t need the results of your DNA to know what you are,” he explained firmly. “I can’t believe I didn’t know before— you must have tried really hard to keep it a secret, little one. You must be so afraid of who you are… and who I am, for that matter.  It must scare you to imagine what I could do to you.”

You whimpered, the noise tugging his heart in conflicting directions; to comfort you, or to make you do it again.

“I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s what you think,” he assured. “Not if I can help it…”

Honestly, he wasn’t so sure he would be able to help it; he felt his own sanity slipping as he watched you writhe and cry, instinct overtaking logic in the both of you.

"Alpha, please," you shuddered, the title making his cock harden instantly, uncomfortably filling the trousers of his suit.

"You smell so good," he purred, taking his jacket off as he stood up to cool off a bit. "I can smell your heat, Omega. I bet everyone in the building can—” he glanced to the locked door— “but I'm the only one here."

"Need you," you whined, tugging on the handcuffs that kept you bound to the table.

"Stand up, bend over," he commanded, and he'd barely finished speaking when you'd already done it, bent at the hips with your forearms resting on the table as you waited for him. "Good girl."

He rolled up his sleeves and took his place behind you, caging his body in with yours, nuzzling into your neck to get a deep breath of your scent.

"Fuck, so sweet," he groaned. "Waited so long for this. To feel an Omega on my cock. Never thought it would really happen. Has an Alpha ever taken you before?"

"No, I never… no."

"Not just unclaimed but a virgin. Christ, am I dreaming?"

But he was too far gone to take any more time to appreciate his luck— he needed you now, and he was taking you all for himself.

If he wasn't so overcome with need he wouldn't have thought to tear your clothes off, but now he didn't even think to question the idea, shedding you of your clothes like they were made of paper until you were completely exposed to him, your wet core vulnerable while another wave of your sweet scent filled the room.

"Look at all this," he grinned, kneeling down to lap at your folds and taste your slick. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your channel craving to be filled. "All for me, Omega?"

"Yours, it's all yours…"

"Doesn't it feel good to be claimed, little one? To be owned?"

"S-so good," you agreed. "Want your knot, Alpha. Want your mark."

A growl echoed in his chest when you said that, and he craved nothing more than to bite your neck and bond you to him for life.

But, it would be better if he saved that for a little later.

He stood up again and gave your ass a quick slap— nothing too rough, just enough to make you yelp all cute and whiny— before grabbing your hips to pull them back into his. You gasped and pushed back onto him, shamelessly rubbing yourself against the thick outline of his cock.

"Gonna make a mess on me with all that slick, Omega," he growled, but it was by no means discouragement.

"Want it in me, please," you sobbed. Unable to resist your begging anymore, he hastily opened his belt and fly, sighing with relief when he wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled it out. Your whole body visibly quaked when he swiped the swollen head through your folds, coating himself in your plentiful arousal.

Without any further warning, he pushed his cock in with a loud moan, a cry tearing from your throat as he tore into your body. "Shh," he soothed as his fingers rubbed your spine, "that's my girl, that's my pretty Omega."

But pain wasn't really your issue; it hurt, yes, but what made you cry was that you were already on the edge, about to come from hardly anything. When he thrusted once, you lost it and your legs quivered as a new wave of slick started to dribble down them.

"Are you coming?" he asked darkly.

You could only nod, biting your lip to try to keep from moaning too loudly.

"Oh my god…" he groaned, amazed at how sensitive you were. Clearly he wasn't the only one realizing how powerful and incredible it could be when an alpha and omega mated.

He started to really pound into you then, each brutal thrust knocking you forward.

"Feels good when you come for me, Omega. Do it again."

You couldn't help yourself; his voice had complete control over your body, his words a command you were helpless to resist. With a broken whimper you came again, walls squeezing his cock in a weak and stuttered rhythm.

"It's better than they say it is. Even better than I imagined. So fucking good," he sighed. It felt so right, that was the thing. It felt like your body was made to be claimed and owned by him.

"Want your knot," you whined, "please, Alpha—"

"If I give you my knot, you're mine. My Omega. You will never allow another Alpha to touch you. You will not speak to another Alpha, look at another Alpha, even Betas are off-limits. When I bite you, you'll be bonded to me and become my wife, you'll never disobey me or leave me. When I knot you, you'll give me a child. Is all of that perfectly clear?"

It was everything you'd wanted to avoid just an hour ago. Now it was your greatest dream come true. "Yes, Alpha. Yours, Alpha."

"Want to be bred, Omega? Bred by your Alpha?"

"Please!" you sobbed.

"Then keep coming and I'll let you have it soon," he promised. "I'll give you all my come like you need so badly."

You whimpered as your walls seemed to try to suck him in deeper, gripping him so tight that it made his head spin. Orgasm after orgasm washed over you, too many and too numb to count, each part of you slowly stripped away and replaced with pure, all-consuming pleasure.

The base of his cock began to swell and you mewled proudly— that is, until, it just kept growing and you couldn't imagine taking anymore.

"P-pull it out," you begged instead.

"I told you that you would take my knot, was I not clear?"

But you hadn't realized how big it would get, how far it would stretch you— and it was still going. "It hurts, Alpha, please!"

"You'll get used to it, gonna keep it in you all night and give it to you every day so you'll have plenty of practice. Take my fucking knot while I come inside you and breed your cunt."

When his knot finally grew to its full potential, streams of hot come began to fill you, deeper than you had ever imagined possible. It was overwhelming, apparently unending, and one final orgasm rocked your body as you milked his cock for all it was worth.

He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close and soothing you as you shivered and cried, his kisses trailing up your shoulder to your neck where, finally, he sunk his teeth into your skin and left his mark on you.

Your walls quivered around him at the feeling of being claimed, mated for life. In that moment you didn't notice or care that it was to a man you barely knew; he was your Alpha now, that was all that mattered.

He kissed and licked over the sensitive bitemark, whispering praises your ringing ears couldn't quite process yet.

At least you were getting bailed out a day early.

//

Andy kept his promise about exactly how owned you would be. For the first few months you didn't even leave the house, he was too busy filling you with his cock every day. Although he was happy to claim you anywhere he happened to find you— the shower where he hopped in randomly, the kitchen where he bent you over the counter, the living room where he pinned you onto the couch— his favorite place was the bed. It was rougher and more animalistic in the other places, but in bed he was possessive in an entirely different way.

"My wife, my sweet little wife," he whispered in your ear as he slowly thrust all the way into you, making your back arch until your chest pushed against his. "My Omega. All mine."

"Yours," you agreed.

The protectiveness increased tenfold when your scent changed during pregnancy, even more when you started showing; he was obsessed with the way you looked full of his baby.

As for you, omega life was better than you'd expected. At times you felt smothered by him, but simultaneously you felt worshipped and loved like you never thought you could deserve. He certainly spoiled you, though he expected your unwavering loyalty in return.

That part was easy, though. Love, not fear, kept you in check when other alphas had a wandering eye. They knew you were mated, the bitemark scar (which Andy never, ever let you cover) and ring (which Andy never, ever let you take off) were sign enough along with the change in your scent to them. Occasionally one would shoot his shot and get unilaterally rejected by you before getting his ass kicked by your husband. If only they knew what you'd done to the last alpha that tried to creep on you; how you met Andy in the first place.

In the end, maybe it wasn't so bad to fall into your instincts, your natural role in society. Andy sure made it pretty enjoyable with the way he brought you to the height of pleasure over and over every night. "Mine," he promised you in deep whispers, "from the moment I saw you."