#Oh frenulum we’re really in it now

[official-penis-posts]

In reference to the post about a cis woman who wants a dick — there are plenty of people who consider themselves cis who want two sets of genitals. And trans people too, it’s not exclusive. There’s a whole subreddit for it!

What a wonderful world to have such a variety of people!

But it is also a world where The Powers That Be make you think that certain resources are finite (limited), when in fact TPTB are the ones hoarding or preventing distribution for their own greed/pettiness.

Yes the specific resource I’m talking about is penis, but it applies to a lot of things, and it applies to a lot of things right now especially.

Don’t fight someone because you think their specific flavor of queer isn’t valid. Fight the system that pits you against your queer siblings-in-arms to begin with.

[oftenderweapons]

The Magic Touch - hyung line

Pairing: hyung line member x reader

Wordcount: 1.2-1.8k words

Genre: smut, angst, fluff

Rating: 18+

Hello there everyone! I was very conflicted about posting, especially since I realised some of you might be focusing your energies on the BLM movement -- at the same time I thought that, as a writer, one of my priorities is to offer a momentary getaway from real life, especially since many countries are still affected by quarantine and lockdown, and many of us might need to get away from all the stress in the meantime. 

As I mentioned in my previous post, I’m pretty busy with exams and studying but I really wanted to post it (even though I don’t know when I’ll be able to finish the maknae line, Jimin’s scenario is giving me a rough time). I really, really want to post because last week, on May 28th, we celebrated International Masturbation Day! So, as you can see, the theme is masturbation. 

I think that the general message here is that you don’t have to be single to masturbate, and that masturbation and couple life are not mutually exclusive.  

TRIGGER WARNINGS: There is swearing. Also, well THIS IS QUITE DESCRIPTIVE (sometimes even too descriptive for my own good), pretty much any kind of masturbation, mostly mutual, but also individual, of course this thing is filled with exhibitionism and voyeurism, these guys are not shy about porn and some of the girlfriends aren’t either (ahem), unprotected foreplay and spit play, mentions of unprotected sex (GUYS, PLAY IT SAFE, CONDOMS, DENTAL DAMS, GET TESTED REGULARLY!!!!), sensory deprivation, blindfold (again, guess who’s the freakiest of them all ? ;)))))))) mentions of sextapes. Jin’s scenario might contain some angst, based on the little gap I imagine between Jin’s fictional gf and him; Hobi’s scenery also contains slight angst but waterfalls of fluff too; Joon’s a daddy, fucking fight me; Yoongi and his gf could talk abt sex for hours and they would be absolutely fine with it (talk your kinks out with your s/o, sex gets 100 times more intimate and fun!!!!!)

Here you can find the maknae line

And here you can find my masterlist

Namjoon

“Hello there,” Namjoon said, standing against the door. 

You turned, without even feeling guilty or shy. “Hello.” Your hand slowed down, the motion subsided to focus on the conversation with your boyfriend. 

“Didn’t know you had started without me.”

“Wanna join?” With a smirk you patted on the bed beside you. 

“What you watching?”

“Mh, just scrolling.”

“Yeah?”

He took off his jacket and shirt, his hands fumbling with his belt. 

“Slow down, Joonie, we don’t want you to trip and hurt yourself.” You chuckled, your hand again picking up the rhythm. 

You had come home early from the office and headed straight for the shower. Wrapped in a towel, you had realised you still had a bit more than an hour to yourself. You laid down and let the towel unwrap, stretching to reach your phone on the bedside table. It had been only twenty minutes when you heard the keys enter the lock at the front door, though he didn’t call for you. He hadn’t expected you home yet. 

Still, you let your whimpers resound louder from the room, moaning his name, hoping he would hear you.

When Namjoon found you, you were laying against the headboard, one hand scrolling through random NSFW gifs, the other caressing your pubis, quite innocently, not to actually reach completion, but merely to arouse. 

“Where do you want me?” He asked, climbing on the bed beside you, his boxers still on.

“Behind me, I wanna lay against you.” You sat up and moved your hips forward, letting him sit behind you, his head and back propped against the pillows, as you lay with your shoulders against his chest. 

“Are we looking for anything in particular?”

“Don’t know. The usual?”

He kissed the tender skin behind your ear. “Want me to take over?” He was already reaching for your chest, gripping a breast with a heavy touch. 

You thought about it for a second. Nodding, you moved the hand between your legs inch away, the tips of his fingers ghosting over the sensitive skin under your belly button. 

“What do we have here? Let me see, love.” He half-whispered with that deep voice of his. 

In the meanwhile your hand reached for his thigh, your nails scraping against the soft, sensitive skin there. “It’s been a long week. I need to decompress.”

“You wanted some alone time? Want me to go?” He said, understanding filling his voice.

“I want you to take me there. Help me stop thinking.” You tapped on a gif, looking at the way a woman’s hips undulated against a man’s face. 

“I’m here for you.” His lips venerated you. “You like that?” He meant the gif. 

“You know I love your lips there.”

“The weekend’s long, let’s save that for later.” His palm started stroking your outer labia, your spine muscles relaxing against his chest.

Another gif, now of a woman performing oral on a man. “What about this?” You teased. 

He moaned when you turned your arm behind your back, reaching for his manhood over the fabric. “Your mouth’s pretty. I like fucking it. Prefer your hands though.” You knew you would find loads of lovebites on your neck and shoulders later in the evening. 

“You’re enormous, just one third of you fills my mouth. The problem’s the thickness.”

He chuckled. “Doll’s mouth. So tiny.” 

You reached inside his underwear. “Oh, I like this one,” You said, looking at the screen, a man fucking a woman while standing, lifting her up and down against his length. 

“I’ll have to hit the gym like JK to get that.”

“Bet his girlfriend gets a lot of that game — Wait, yes, there...” you replied, his hand circling your clit just right. 

“Like this?” He questioned. 

You nodded. “We’re lazier.” You said, continuing your previous conversation.

“We’re older. We like the mind games.” He commented. You giggled agreeingly. “Look at you. Half of the sex happens in your brain. No youngling could give you that.”

“You know what I like.” The hand on your breast moved to your nape, massaging your scalp and tense tendons. “That’s it...” You abandoned yourself against him. 

“I wanna take off my boxers but I don’t wanna let go of you.” He kissed the tip of you ear. 

“Take ‘em off.” You gave him space to manoeuvre out of them, licking your lips at the sight of his sex. You swallowed, your mouth salivating, your desire inhibiting your embarrassment. 

“Not yet, come back here.”

You didn’t waste time easing back, your free hand naturally reaching for him. 

“You taught me a lot with your naughty hands.” He commented as he again started touching you, now with more pressure. He let two fingers slip inside, your arousal making the insertion so easy you blushed. 

“So wet. Bet your pretty pussy is clenching for me. Thinking about my cock.”

“Joon-“

With two of his fingers tweaking your nipple, other two pressing your g-spot, you started stimulating him with more pressure, adding a squeeze. 

“____, yes, just like that.” He praised, calling out your name. His tip was blunt and soft, the texture like marshmallow. The heady smell of your arousal filled the room, his moans intensifying with the way you rolled your thumb against his frenulum. 

“Open wide baby, wanna use both my hands on you.” You spread your legs further, obediently, the addition of his middle finger caressing your clit making you focus and suddenly turn very quiet, your breaths becoming more shallow and rare.  

“Keep going like that, baby, don’t stop, I’m so close.” He moaned, licking your neck.

“Joonie— ”

“Let go, love.” As you took one last breath you felt your limbs catching fire and caving in, your whole body melting. 

“Yes, babe.” Taking the hand on your clit away from you, he kept massaging your inner walls heavily and slowly, applying that pressure that you always needed to fully enjoy and ease out of your orgasm. With one hand joining yours, he helped you around his girth, squeezing the base as you fondled the head. 

“There, yes— ” He moaned again, his hips now rutting against you, and finally with a groan you felt him spilling over, the orgasm catching him by surprise as he collapsed over your shoulder, “There. Love, fuck, yes.” The warmth of his cum hit your hand and your lower back, and you used the lubrication to caress him gently, slowly, accompanying him out of the high. 

Your phone now discarded on the bed, you turned around, laying your front against his. “Joon, I love you.”

“Love you too, little vixen. My pretty doll.” He palmed your ass and kissed your lips calmly. “Wanna get cleaned up.”

“By now the sheets are messed up. Might as well finish the job.”

He smiled viciously then bit the inside of his cheek. “Then get on your knees, Princess.”

Seokjin

“I’m not sure I’m allowed to do this.” He said.

“Why not?” 

“It’s- Private?”

“Don’t you like it?”

Jin loves you. Every little inch of you. Every nook and cradle. He loves the air around you, worships the ground you walk on. And of course the feeling is mutual. “Don’t ask dumb questions.”

“Maybe I just wanna hear you say it.”

“I love you. And I really like it. But are you truly okay with it?”

“I’m doing it because I love how you look at me.”

“How do I look at you?”

“Like I have all the secrets in the universe.” He kissed your lips tenderly. He could barely hold himself together. He was scared to move. His eyes hesitant, he gave in and started getting caught up in the video again. 

“That mole over there,” he whispered, eyes droopy as you kissed his face, your hand spurring him on. “It’s so yours. Unique.”

You took a deep breath. 

“Why are we watching it on the screen when you could be doing that right in front of me?”

“Because I caught you jacking off to one of the videos I sent you while you were on tour. Now I wanna see what you do when I’m not around.”

“Why is your hand on me, though?” He said with a playful smirk. 

“Because I can’t help wanting to touch you.” You replied matter of factly. 

“Keep your hands to yourself and sit on the chair, please.” He suggested, exiling you to the comfy armchair in the near corner of the room and getting the bed all to himself. With one hand he kept the phone propped to a comfortable angle, the other, a bit shaking, timidly propped against his jutting hipbone. He let his fingers tentatively spider to his sex, laying against his lower belly, so hard and looking so delicious. 

You watched how his hand wrapped around himself, how the thumb started teasing the head, without much pressure. From his breathy moans you could tell it wouldn’t be long until he come apart. Oh, how his eyes were glued to the screen… Normally you wouldn’t be this affected, he’s looked at you with those eyes from up close while you were making love, still seeing this from a distance, as a third party, really made you understand how much he loves you. And how much you love him too.

“So beautiful.” He murmured, his eyes still entranced. “I can’t believe I can have that whenever I want.”

“I’m yours.” You said in a small voice from your corner. 

His hand got still for a second, his head turning towards you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You replied, your stare gently holding his. “I want to see you cum.”

He blinked slowly, his gaze again on the video, his hand massaging slowly from the base to the tip, squeezing, the soft of the palm on his hand stroking against his tip. His slightly high pitched groan was all you needed to tell that he’d be lasting less than seconds now. His face wrinkling, his legs flexing and his back arching, you marvelled at how his hips snapped up, his dick forcefully fucking his hand. You got truly surprised at how strong he could be, and how much he must have always restrained himself while fucking you. He was always careful about your well being, holding himself back not to hurt you. 

“That’s my handsome, lovely man.” You commented from the chair, licking your lips as a thin string of his semen dangled from his palm and fell to his lower stomach. He had avoided making a mess, keeping himself in his palm. 

You wanted a taste. 

You climbed onto the bed, crawling between his legs. 

“What are you doing?” He looked wary. 

“I’m hungry.”

“Want me to cook?” He asked, getting ready to get up. 

“No. I want to taste you.” His lips curled, his expression doubtful. Oral sex wasn’t among your most common activities. Sometimes he felt too shy for it, like it was too daring. 

Sometimes you marveled at all the things he didn’t do because of nerves or because “it’s not really appropriate”.

As you saw the discomfort lingering on his face, you took a step back, hands retreating to your own comfort zone. You felt yourself shutting off. 

There are differences between you and Jin, and you’ve always known it. He wouldn’t always explore with you. Considering how far you’ve gone together today, you really didn’t know why you felt so disappointed. 

“What is it?” He asked, concern overcoming shyness. 

“Does it bother you? That I’m so dirty?” You asked, avoiding his stare. 

“No. I’m just afraid of hurting you. When you put your mouth on me I get nervous and I can barely concentrate on anything but the feel of you. Makes it very difficult not to snap. And when it happened you always ended up with a sore throat.” He used his clean hand to tip your chin towards him. “Maybe you don’t realise it, but you’re so cute and small and sometimes I just wished I could trap you beneath me and do you messy, but when I let go, I see you wince and I get back in control.”

“I might wince or choke or end up with a sore throat but I don’t care. All I care about is I was looking at you right now, wishing you did me like that, hard and fast. Every now and then.”

“You want it like that?” He asked with wonder. 

“I just need you to get me ready, warm me up a little and be patient if I ask you to slow it down a notch.”

The hand on your chin caressed your face. 

“Okay. And of course we can go gradually. See how far you can take it.” He kissed you temple and then your lips. 

Naked and below him, his fingers started exploring your most intimate parts, toying with your delicate breasts, adoringly caressing your sides, reaching you hipbones and carefully tipping closer to the apex of your thighs. 

There was nothing but adoration in his eyes as you gripped his strong shoulders as an anchor, his caresses teasing all the right places, stimulating all the right nerve endings, his fingers inside pressing the exact same spot of his digits outside you.

You went off in record time, much to his surprise, eyes blown wide and imploring as he gently accompanied you in your high. You loved his hands. But the thing you adored the most were his eyes, bathing in the vision of you, covering you in nothing but love.

Yoongi

You were both being lazy on the sofa, nothing to do on the rainy Sunday afternoon. You were almost ready to head to bed for a cozy winter nap when he tutted with his mouth a couple times, then pouted a little and turned to you. 

"Do you wanna watch something?"

You turned on your side, looking at him from your side of the sofa. He was sitting at one end, a book in his lap, one hand innocently trapped between his thighs, close to his knees, as if to warm it up. You were on the other side, curled up under a blanket that covered you up to your nose, only your hand, your phone and your eyes coming out of the covers. 

"Mh. What do you wanna watch?"

"I was thinking of trying something." 

"Like?" 

"Porn?" 

You chuckled, thinking it was a joke. He was dead serious though. You stopped laughing and looked at him with fascination. "Okay."

"Good." He grabbed the TV-remote and quickly connected it. 

"Do you usually watch it on the TV?"

"If I need to, I watch it on the laptop, but I used the TV while you were away." 

You had been on a 10-day trip for a family party -- a cousin of yours was getting married and wanted you to be there as a bridesmaid, and Yoongi had preferred to stay at home, waiting for a better moment to be introduced to your family, not wanting to steal the attention from the bride and groom. 

"Was it a satisfactory experience?" 

He looked at you, questioning whether it was a test. "I guess…"

"What were you watching?" You asked curiously. 

"I didn't watch it all, just some foreplay. I wasn't in the mood. But it was good, that's why I thought you could enjoy it too. The director's a woman and you can really tell it's female-supporting." 

You smiled at that, your man being considerate in every single way. "That's very nice of you, Yoongi." 

"I'm glad you wanna try this with me." He showed you the platform, the different titles and the one he had selected. Even the cover picture looked quite decent and classy. 

He sat on the sofa again, this time closer to you. You also sat up, cuddling against him.

"Ready?" He asked. "We don't have to do this, you know." 

"Yeah, but I want to." You took his hand and kissed his cheek. 

He pressed play. It looked cute. A nice dinner at home, candles, flowers, slightly cliché but really cute, romantic. The chemistry between the actors was cute. They looked like they were dating. 

"That looks very nice." 

"Yeah, mundane. Average. I thought it was nice because it shows them in a relationship. It's like 'you know, you can do this stuff with your girlfriend, cause maybe that's the stuff she likes.'" He said, shrugging. 

"That's cool."

They were kissing. 

“Sometimes I forget not all couples talk it out.” He commented, still watching the video.

“I like it this way, being open about it. I think it makes us happier.”

Some clothes were now missing. She was wearing sexy lingerie, still something realistic. One of your triggers were the disgustingly cheap, poorly made and revealing clothes these actress usually wear. As if you need a short chequered skirt and no panties to be turned on. Usually all it took you was one of Yoongi’s enormous white T-shirts and very unsexy grandma cotton briefs to turn him on, often leading to him bending you over the closest flat surface or burying his tongue between your folds.

“What would you do if I were more vanilla?”

You thought about it, staring at the screen without really watching. “I don’t know. We could talk it out. Explore what you’re willing to try. Probably I’d masturbate more.” You quietly mulled over the idea. 

“You wouldn’t leave me?”

“It’ll probably be a revelation to you but I’m not just here for the sex.”

He laughed, leaning against you. 

“I think I’d leave you if I found myself wanting someone else, something more. If I found out that I’m really missing it rough. And also if you felt uncomfortable about the imbalance.”

“That’s good. Honest,” he replied, his tone neutral and reasonable. 

“But you’re not all that vanilla.” You commented, looking at him from head to toe. 

“Maybe I am.” He said, looking at the way the man picked the woman up and kissed her against the wall. With a furtive motion you delicately strokes you hand down your thigh, reaching for the spot where your knee connected with his. He parted his legs a little more, looking lazily at your leg for a second, then focusing again on the tv. 

You were slightly bothered by the lack of attention he was paying you, most surely teasing you. 

The couple had moved to the sofa, she was getting rid of the underwear, he was touching himself to the sight of her. 

“Were you vanilla when you fucked me against the mirror in the walk in closet last Saturday?” You nudged your hand higher up his inner thigh. 

“Pay attention to the movie, please.” He said with a snicker. 

“I’m sure I’m not missing out on the plot.”

“How arrogant,” He commented. As a reply you pushed your palm against his clothed crotch.

“You say I’m arrogant?”

“We both know you act all bold but if I were to touch you now you wouldn’t last a minute.”

“Is it a challenge?” You asked, stroking him with more passion now. 

“Wanna see how long’s gonna take me?” He taunted. “Off with those pants and open up wide, kitten.”

“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” He smiled at you with a cheeky grin. 

A few minutes later you were both naked from the waist down, his pants rolled around his calves, his eyes on the screen, one of his hands comfy and snug against your sex, the other behind your shoulders playing with your chest and nipple. 

“You eat me out way better than he’s doing with her.” You commented, both your hands busy around his shaft, every now and then caressing his testicles gently. You were a complicated tangle of arms and legs, your left one flung over his right, in order to gain more space for him to finger you, but also to keep him open. 

“Because I love you.” He commented. “And because you taste like sugar.”

You moaned, warning him that you were reaching your limit. “Are you close?”

“If you keep doing that with my balls I might.”

Without even knowing how, you found yourself both spent, your head propped against the headrest of the sofa, cradled in his arm, his sensitive eyes hidden in the crook of your neck, mouthing at it in the calm that possessed him after an orgasm. 

“We’re way better.” You replied.

“That’s why I usually watch our videos.” He deadpanned. 

Hoseok

“Yes? No? Maybe?”

“I think it’s a yes.”

“Great. Amazing.” He grabbed some lube and poured it over himself. “Is it good like this?”

“Perfect.”

“Want me to switch the light off?”

“No, the bedside lamp is good.” You answered sweetly. 

“Do you want me to start?”

You paused and licked your lips. “I think I’m a bit nervous.”

“I don’t really understand why, but I think I’m a tad nervous too.”

You suddenly sat up, your mood set aflame. “Yeah, right, I mean, we’ve done way more kinky stuff than this. I don’t get why I’m so tense.”

“Maybe it’s because we usually don’t plan it like this. It comes natural.”

“I mean, some nights we do plan it out like a week ahead, so everything’s ready and we don’t risk any accident. But it’s just jerking off, in front of each other. I’ve touched myself in front of you so many times already. Fuck me, I actually squirted while you fingered me. Why am I so damn tense?”

“It’s okay, sweetie. No need to do this tonight.” He said, understandingly, not a sliver of disappointment in his voice.

“But look at you.” You frowned. All you wished was to reach out and touch him. “You look so hot.” He was hard, naked, beautiful in front of you.

“What do you want me to do?” He said, leaning over you, kissing you with devotion. 

You needed to have control. His usually domineering attitude didn’t relax you tonight. You needed to hold the reins. That’s when the idea struck you: you rummaged in the drawer beside the bed, finding one of the first articles you’d bought as a couple. A silky black blindfold. 

He looked at you. “I guess that’s not for you.” He smiled.

“Not tonight, no.”

You hoped he trusted you enough to let you watch him while he couldn’t see you. “Do you want to put it on me?”

“Sit against the headboard. You’ll be more comfortable.” His face got warm at your display of concern.

He settled as you suggested, pressing a frilly kiss against his smile, your hands slipping the blindfold around his head and over his eyes. “You ready?” You asked.

“Whenever, darling.”

“Can’t wait to see you like this, Hobi.” You were trembling with anticipation to see him this vulnerable. 

In the meanwhile he had noticed how sensitive his senses grew when his vision was inhibited. He thought your breathing was already louder. Had you already started touching yourself? His memory helped him create an image. You kneeling, knees wide apart, your whole palm moving in circles against your lower belly, every motion inching closer to your intimate parts. 

He grabbed the base of his shaft, the lube now warmer though a bit dry. He felt your weight dip the mattress on each side of his hips, then a warm liquid falling over his sex, from the tip to the base. “Is that you?”

“Thought you needed it wetter than that,” you said apprehensively.

“Thank you. Is it…”

“You love it when I use my saliva.”

“Good god.” The sudden image of you, eyes closed, mouth open and drool dripping down your tongue. 

Then he heard your quiet moan. “Are you touching yourself already?”

“Two fingers inside me. I could probably insert a third. You’re so sexy. You’re making me so fucking wet I’m dripping, Hobi.”

“Let me feel it. Can I use it to stroke myself?”

You guided the hand on his cock between your legs, dragging against the inner side of your legs, where your thighs grew tender, and you let him feel how your wetness reached even there. Impatiently he cupped your cunt. “Sweetie, you’re so warm and sensitive. You must be so turned on. So fucking plump. And so, so wet.” He licked his lips and brought his hand to his mouth. “So sweet. If I entered you now I would be gone in seconds.” He chuckled. “So embarrassing.”

“It’d be lovely. You’d like it so much you wouldn’t even be able to help yourself. And we know you’re always ready for multiples,” you giggled. “It wouldn’t affect your overall perfect streak at all.”

“I love making you cum with my fingers.” In the meanwhile he was back to your thighs, using his full hand to tease you with some friction, then using your wetness on his dick, tugging himself slowly but with quite some pressure. “I love getting hard again while I finger you. You’re ten times tighter when I enter you again. And you always lose it. Really, it’s so easy to overstimulate you. It’s my favourite thing.” He emitted a grunt as he reached the tip and circled his all palm over the sensitive sponge tissue, the colour a bright red. 

You thought of how easy it would be to make him cum now if you trapped his glans between your cheeks and tongue, rolling it against his frenulum. Your hips started undulating on their own against your fingers. Hoseok immediately heard the small whine you emitted. "I wanna know when you're close."

"I need to see you cum first."

He grew impatient and whiny. "Come on." The rhythm of his hand was now furious, his hips writhing like wild, vicious, the kind of pace that made your legs shake and you eyes roll shut when he moved inside you. 

"Come on baby, if you cum I'll let you see me."

"Touch me, please. I need you," he cried, feverishly needy. 

One of your hands cupped his balls, the other caressing his face, comforting him. "I'm here, baby."

His panic subsided but his frenzy kept spurring him, his brow creasing. You kissed his forehead, his mouth opening and a silent cry leaving his throat. 

You were used to him being noisy and shameless, but this vulnerability and softness were rare and precious. 

He came, his semen spilling on his hand and his abs, hot spurts coming out almost endlessly, causing in you both wonder and worry. With his hips slowing down, his essence started bubbling more discreetly on his tip, rolling down in pearly globes down his shaft and onto your hand. 

"Are you okay, my love?" You instantly removed the blindfold, his eyes searching for your face. 

"It was the most intense thing ever." He said, almost scared, finding peace in your arms. 

You stretched to the t-shirt you had abandoned on the bed, drying the sweat on his face. "You are the most marvellous thing I have ever seen." You kissed him again in comfort and praise. "I've got you." You pondered over licking him clean or simply cleaning him with your cloth. Considering how sensitive he must be, you gently dabbed the fabric against his abdomen, then using it to clean your hand and, very with a very light touch, his soft sex. 

"Did you…?" 

"You were all I needed." 

You didn't mind helping him get clean in the shower, your needs shut down by his own. 

You didn't mind falling asleep beside him right after you finished taking care of him. 

Most importantly, you didn't mind when he woke you up with his mouth on your nipple, pressing his hard on against your clit and finally helping you with your arousal. After all, for him once was never enough.

[crashdevlin]

Succubus 1- Caught

Succubus Masterlist

Author’s Note:  Posted to Ao3 (this is an edited and improved version) and was once posted here when I was a much smaller blog…and I got some shit for the content. So heed the warnings!

Summary: When Y/n goes looking for something in Stark Tower, she finds more than she bargained for.

Pairing(s): Tony Stark x Reader, Clint Barton x Reader 

Word count: 4556

Story Warnings:  18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, unprotected sex, cheating, sex-pollen-esque powers, mutant reader, noncon, forced cheating, oral (fem rec), mentions of noncon of an underage girl by men in power (teachers, policemen, doctors, priests)

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You walk past the line and straight up to the bouncer, who takes one look at your tiny tight-fitting dress and stripper-high platform heels and lets you in without a word. You don't even have to use your mutant ability on him. Oh, this night is going to be cake. You snake your way through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor, careful to not use your power on any of the people in the crowd. The passion and lust rolling off of them as they bump and grind against each other is delicious but you don't have time to stop for a snack. You're on a mission and you're here for a meal.

You walk up to the VIP room and smile at the tall, broad-chested man standing at the doorway. He stops you, putting a hand on your bare shoulder. Mistake. "Sorry, ma'am. Mr. Stark requested...privacy." He trails off a bit at the end as your power starts its work on him and his eyes dilate more than the dark of the club requires.

"Oh, I know he's a busy man, but...I'm such a huge fan. The man saved the whole city. He's my hero." You place your hand over his and lean over next to his ear as the bodyguard's breathing grows heavy. "I just really want to show my appreciation."

His fingers fumble with the velvet rope as he lets you into the VIP room, where Tony Stark sits, alone. "Hey, Hap, who's this?" he asks, setting his glass of whiskey on the glass table in front of him.

"I, uh, didn't catch her name." You smile at the man and he flushes deep red before leaving to man the door again.

You sit down next to the billionaire and stare up at him with admiration. "Mr. Stark. I'm a huge fan. My name's Aphrodite." You offer your hand and he takes it. His eyes dilate immediately and he takes a deep breath. His desire is immediate, strong and delicious. You are gonna eat well tonight.

The hand that shook yours moves to your bare knee. He's doing your work for you. "'Aphrodite, huh?"

His desire grows as the skin contact stretches out, the seconds ticking by. "Yeah, my parents were huge Greek mythology nerds," you lie. It's a code name: self-imposed but ever so fitting.

His hand slips up to your thigh. "Well, it suits you; 'cause you are the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and I work with a woman who uses sex as a weapon."

You take a steadying breath. Damn, his passion is potent. "Thank you, Mr. Stark."

"Call me 'Tony'. Seriously, though, this dress leaves nothing to the imagination and I can't stop imagining it in a puddle on my floor." His hand reaches the hem of the dress and his fingers push under the tight silver material, pushing it up to your hip as his hand finds what it is searching for.

You moan and swallow thickly as his fingers trace your lips through your lace thong panties. "I heard you were a forward man, Tony, but I never imagined..." You moan as he moves the lace barrier aside and sinks his middle finger into you, down to the knuckle. It's over. Nothing can stop it, now. He begins fucking you with his expert fingers, using the heel of his palm to rub against your clit. It's always nice when they know what they're doing and goddamn if Tony Stark isn't a damn pro. You reach over and rub his erection through his designer jeans, your fingers tracing his hardness through the thick denim. Oh, this is going to be a treat. No wonder the man's so damn cocky.

"You ever been fucked by a billionaire?" he whispers in your ear, before leaning down to lick at your neck.

"I get the feeling I'm about to," you whisper through your moans as he adds a second finger and picks up the speed.

"Yeah, we're gonna mark that off your bucket list," he grunts, going to undo his pants. You put your hand on his to stop him.

"Not here. I wanna see the top of the city. Take me to the Tower?" you beg, breathlessly.

He growled, low in his chest. "I've always wanted to fuck someone on the balcony. Pepper has never gone for it. You game, Goddess?" 

"Oh, hell yeah." You bite your lip as he pulls his hand away.

"Let's go. Hap, grab the car!" he shouts, pulling you up and giving you a minute to fix your dress before pulling you out of the VIP. The look on Happy Hogan's face, when Tony opens the car door and pushes you in before taking the wheel from the bodyguard and speeding away from him, is pure judgement. His desire has worn thin and now, he's judging Tony for acting on it. He must be friends with Ms. Potts.

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Tony has your dress and thong bunched at your feet before you've even stepped off the elevator. You step gracefully out of the shimmery and lacey materials and he guides you backward, his mouth attached to your neck. You should've been a dancer; the way you move backwards and in high heels. You grab Tony's jacket and push it down his arms. He drops it somewhere between the elevator and the wet bar. "Are we alone?" you ask, trying to look around but finding it difficult with Tony's persistent pushing and grabbing at you.

He grunts. "Avengers hiatus. Pepper's in Malibu. Just us."

You smile. "Perfect." You break away from him and grab at the waistband of his jeans, popping the button and pulling them and his red silk boxers down as he kicks his shoes off. He pulls his shirt over his head and steps out of his pants as you bend down in front of him. You grasp him at the base of his cock, your fingers nestling nicely in his well-groomed pubes, and guide him into your mouth. His hands grasp at your hair as you begin to bob your head up and down his length, your tongue swirling around the head and flicking at the frenulum. He pulls you up by your hair and shoves his tongue in your mouth, smashing his lips into yours.

"I have to have you. Now." He pushes you toward the balcony and you stumble a little on your heels before following him out onto the biggest balcony you've ever seen. He pushes you onto a chaise and is almost immediately between your legs, sucking your clit into his mouth and licking at it harshly. His beard rubs against your sensitive lips and adds something wonderful to the feeling.

"Fuck," you moan, one hand grabbing the armrest of the chaise and the other going into his hair.

"Yes." His desire is at its peak when he responds, pulling away and climbing up your body. There's no fanfare, no hesitation, as he spreads your legs further and enters you to the hilt with one thrust. You grab onto him as he starts to pound into you. He feels amazing, he tastes amazing, his desire almost more fulfilling than his dick. He pushes your knees up into your chest, never breaking his stride as he grabs each of your breasts and shifts his weight. You scream out as his new angle hits your g-spot with each swing of his hips. "Feel like a goddess, too. So...fuckin'...fuck," he grunts out.

He cums hard, breathing heavily. You can feel his dick twitch inside of you as he spills himself onto your inner walls. His hand goes to his head and he clenches his eyes in pain and then he passes out, slumping on top of you, soft dick still inside of you. You sigh and push him off of you. He crumples unceremoniously to the ground beside the chaise as you stretch your neck and shoulders. You look down at him. You were hoping he'd get you off before he went, but that was rare. It takes a special kind of man to hold himself back against your pheromones long enough to give you an orgasm and no Homo Sapien has managed it. Oh, well, his desire had been yummy.

You stand and walk inside, getting in the elevator and redressing yourself. You hum amelodically as you tap the button for the laboratory and the elevator doors close. You step off the elevator and dance around the lab until you come to a computer. You pull the earring off of your right ear and pull the cap off of a concealed USB drive. You plug it into the computer and no more than ten seconds pass before everything goes dark.

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You wake up in a sitting position, your head hanging. You can tell that you are restrained to a chair. You don't open your eyes, allowing yourself to gain as much information from your other senses before you let on that you're awake.

"I don't know, Barton. She said her name was 'Aphrodite', but if that's a codename, it's not in any of the databases that I have access to, which is all of them." Tony's voice is coming from your left. 'Barton', that's gotta be Clint Barton. Hawkeye.

"She doesn't look familiar...or particularly hot. Not hot enough to fuck around on Pepper, I mean."

"She hit me with some kind of whammy. I said this." Tony's voice is annoyed. Aww, poor billionaire philanthropist is feeling guilty.

"Well, what is she? Cat burglar, super spy?"

"I don't know. She fucked me up, then went up to the lab, but JARVIS saw her and sent a legionnaire to knock her out."

You can't help the giggle that escapes you as your eyes open. You're sitting in the middle of a small room, zip-tied to a chair, in front of Tony Stark (wearing his repulsor gloves but none of his other Iron Man accouterments) and Clint Barton, wearing civvies with a bow slung over his shoulder. Clint shakes his head in confusion. "You get caught red-handed stealing information from the Avengers and you giggle?"

You smile. "I'm sorry. Is that not the proper response to being caught? It's never happened to me before."

"What are you?" Tony asks as Clint asks, "Who are you?"

You just smile up at them. They'll know in a few minutes. Tony scoffs. "That's fine. I got a sample of your blood while you were out. I'll know both of those answers once the results run."

"I've never been caught before. You think my DNA is gonna be on file somewhere? Especially if my name's not written down anywhere."

"Master Stark, her temperature has risen by 7.4 degrees Fahrenheit in the last two minutes," a disembodied voice with a proper accent says.

"That must be the infamous JARVIS. Forgot about you." You look up at the ceiling.

"What are you doing with a temp of a hundred and six?" Tony asks, tapping at his tablet.

"You'll see. In three. Two. One. Boom," you say. Tony and Clint sway suddenly, their heads swimming from your pheromone attack. Tony goes down, passing out from the overload, but Clint stays standing. He looks at you with a beautiful mix of lust and anger, because he knows but he can't get past the way you've made him feel. "How are you still standing?" you ask, staring up at him.

"Top physical conditioning," he answers, groaning.

"Oh," you breathe the word, enamored. "That's never happened before."

He growls. He pulls his bow off of his back and tries to draw it, an arrow somehow nocked on the string when you never saw his hand go near the quiver. His fingers fumble for a minute, but he eventually pulls the bow taut. "If I kill you, does it stop?" he growls again and it's sexy despite the loaded weapon in your face.

"I don't know. I've never been killed before," you answer, simply. His desire is spiking, he smells amazing, a normal man would be panting with that level of desire, but...Clint Barton takes deep, measured, breaths. 

"If I fuck you, does it-"

"Yes," you answer, quickly. You aren't hungry, but...damn, he looks gourmet. 

He quickly shifts his aim, letting the arrow loose toward the metal ceiling tile above your head, where it ricochets, cutting the wire restraining you. You don't have time to rub your sore wrists before he's grabbed you and pulled you out of the chair. He kisses you, but it isn't teeth and tongue like Tony's kiss. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and nibbles on it, lightly. His hands grasp at your dress, slowly bringing it up. How is he going so slow? 

"Master Barton, I have dispatched an Iron legionnaire to assist you," the AI butts in. 

"Fuck!" 

"Sorry, Bird-Boy. That's my cue," you whisper, pulling back and punching him. He doesn't go down, so you quickly grab the chair and bash him with the metal back. He crumbles next to Tony and you pull your dress back down as exit the room and run for the elevator. 

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"So, you failed." 

"No, sir. I don't fail. I just haven't succeeded yet. I'll get it. I just didn't count on the AI being so autonomous. I'll get it," you repeat, standing in front of a desk.

"I sent you because you have never failed me before, but if you can't get me those files, I will change tactics, Y/n."

"Erik, please. Don't write me off. I can do this. I just need a few days to recharge and rework the plan."

"You have one week, Y/n. If you haven't succeeded by then, I will send in Mystique." Magneto waves you away from his desk and you exit his office. You flop down on a couch in the sitting room as you pull long gloves up your arms.

"So, you struck out," the blue-skinned beauty teases as she sits next to you.

"Shut up, Raven," you groan.

"Aww. Don't get all upset. How was the Iron Man?"

"He was fine...for a human. It was that damn JARVIS program that got me." You sigh deeply, leaning your head against the back of the couch. "Who knew an AI could recognize a thief and send a robot to knock me out?"

"Damn. You got into the Tower and everything?"

"I got into the lab. I was so close. Now, I have to figure out how to get in there again. Can't go the normal route."

"Why don't you just release your little pheromones into the Tower, let them all play with you until the headache kicks in, then hold Stark off until he turns off the damn computer system?"

"It may work, may not. I might not even be able to make it near any of them. I don't even know. Either way, I have to take a day or two. I almost completely blew my load getting out of that building."

"Poor baby."

"Yeah, fuck you, Gonzo." You stand, pushing past the blue woman to head to your room. It was hard to think about the fact that Erik dismissed you so callously. It was almost like he only wanted you around when you were fucking men for him.

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You climb up several sets of fire escapes to the roof of a building in Bedford-Stuyvesant, New York, New York. Clint Barton stands on the opposite side of the roof, a beer in his hand as he stares out across the city lights. "You know, usually when I hit a guy with my power, he can't stop thinking about me." Clint turns to you, dropping his beer on the ledge and putting his fists up in a fighting stance. You put your gloved hands up in a nonthreatening manner. "Oh, whoa. I'm suited up. I couldn't affect you from here if I wanted to."

He drags his eyes over you. The only skin he can see is what's visible around the mask over your mouth. Everything else is covered in a purple, pink and black suit. Your hair is pulled back in a tight bun. "Okay, well...keep your distance still."

"Understandable," you respond, smiling under your mask. "I just wanted to apologize. I was just following orders. You understand that whole following orders thing, right?"

"Stark said you're a Mutant. You aren't an X-man, are you? 'Cause that'd be awkward at the next Hero Convention."

You scoff. "No. Unfortunately for me, I wasn't one of the lucky ones who was saved from the street by Saint Charles. My savior was a man of a different faith."

"So, you're Brotherhood; one of Magneto's." He doesn't ask. He knows exactly who you're referencing.

"Erik saved my life. If he hadn't found me, I'd've died homeless in Miami. He took me in, nourished and nurtured me; taught me about myself. I owe him everything."

"How'd you end up homeless?" He's relaxed a bit, taking a drink of the beer as he leans up against the ledge.

You hop up to sit on the ledge on the other side of the roof. "Imagine you're a thirteen year old girl, a virgin, and you wake up one morning and suddenly, every man who touches you thinks you are the sexiest and most desirable woman they've ever seen. Including three teachers at your middle school..." You put up three fingers. "... the doctor who was supposed to be treating you and gathering evidence of that first gang rape and two cops who came to investigate the occurrences." You flash three more fingers, then clear your throat. "Imagine your parents are hardcore Catholics who decide you have a demon in you that's causing the attacks so they send you to the priest who performed your confirmation who employs the help of three other parish priests. When they wake up and realize what they've done, two of them commit suicide right in the church." You shake your head. "I ran after that. My parents never looked for me. In fact, I heard they...held a funeral for me, buried an empty box."

Clint's eyes are searching you, trying to not show you pity but also making certain you're telling the truth. "I lived on the streets for a year and a half," you continue. "I kept gloves and long sleeves and jackets on, even in the summer in fuckin' Miami, because I was terrified of being touched. But it's not just my skin. It's in my breath. It wafts off of my hair with the slightest breeze. I learned that in the shelters. I ended up having to stay apart even from the other homeless. I have no idea how Erik found me, but he did. He walked up to me in the back of a back alley in the absolute worst part of Opa Locka and told me to come with him. He told me I was Homo Superior and that he could help me control it, that I could live a real life again. It was a dream come true.

"I owe him everything, Hawkeye. I owe him and that's why I went to the Tower, because the man I adore asked me to. But I can't do it anymore. I've been...forced into...prostitution." You look down at your boots. "Erik sending me to use my ability against Tony, using me to get into that lab and gain access to that computer...I don't even know what I was looking for, but he raped me when he sent me there. I let him force me to do something I didn't want to do, but..."

"So, you're here to...what?"

"Turn myself in," you answer.

"Really?"

"I was raped by Erik, and I...forced...I raped Tony, so I deserve...whatever the Avengers think I deserve."

"Yeah, uh, don't...say that to his face." Clint sets the beer on the ledge again and walks closer to you. "If Stark hears you call it 'rape', he'll blow a gasket. He's calling it a 'forced lapse of judgement'. Look, I can take you in, I will take you in, but I'm gonna have to call in some, uh, female help. Not that I don't trust you but I don't trust you." He pulls out his phone and taps the screen. "Hey, Katie. Uh, Kate. I need an escort. Yeah, not for me, thanks. I need a chick to come take this Mutant to the Tower. 'Cause she's a Mutant and her shit won't affect you. I don't wanna get into it. Will you come Hawkeye it up for me, please? Thank you." He pulls the phone away from his ear and smiles tightly. "Now, I have to call Tony."

You nod. He puts the phone to his ear and looks away from you. "Hey, uh...so that chick you're looking for? I know where she is. Here. In Bed-Stuy. She's turning herself in. Uh, probably because she knew you and JARVIS would zap her on the approach and that my building's only security is me and Lucky? No need, man. Kate's on the way. You don't need to send a Legionnaire. Because I already called Kate. Let her do a thing, Tony. Seriously. Thank you. Kate and I will have Aphrodite to you in thirty minutes or less. Yeah. Or your Mutant's free."

Clint pulls the phone away and looks down at it. "He hung up. I thought it was funny," he mutters before turning to you. "So...what's your name?"

You contemplate for a moment before responding, "Y/n. 'Aphrodite' is my codename."

"Well, duh. You pick that out or did Magneto?"

"I did, but Erik solidified it." Your mind drifts to Erik with his hand in your hair, fucking you from behind and grunting out 'My Aphrodite' with every thrust.

"How's he gonna take you defecting?"

"I'm not defecting."

"You're turning yourself in to the good guys. You obviously recognize Magneto was wrong and-"

"I'm done letting him use me, that doesn't mean Erik's wrong or that I think he's a...bad guy." You shake your head. "I know he's right about you Homo Sapiens. The things you do to my kind-"

"Come on. You Mutants aren't that different than us!"

"Tell that to the government who demanded we register, who built giant murder-bots to eradicate us, who've made certain that our fellow Americans are kept in constant fear of us."

"That's not unique to you Homo Superiors, Y/n. We do that shit to each other, too."

"And it's a blight on history when you do, but not for us. Not for Mutants. It's cheered when you round us up, when a child who doesn't know how to control themselves gets thrown in prison for a display of power they had no hope of stopping. You don't know what it's like to-"

"Should I come back?" a female voice asks as the door to the roof opens.

"No." Clint answers. "Kate, this is Y/n. Let's go."

"So, what's your power?"

"Kate." Clint's voice is almost a warning as the three of you start down the stairs.

"I'm just curious!" the young woman defends. "Is it rude to ask? Is that a Mutant faux pas?"

"I release pheromones that make me pretty much irresistible to men," you answer.

"But if they do sleep with her, they pass out," Clint continues.

"Yeah, that's called Postcoital Cephalalgia. It's from the rush of pheromones and hormones...little bit from the exertion."

"Wait, so you make guys orgasm so hard they pass out?" Kate asks, less like she's confused and more like she's impressed.

You smirk under your mask. "Pretty much."

"That's gotta suck," Clint mutters under his breath a little further up the stairs. "How do you ever finish?"

"I don't usually, Barton. Unless I'm with a well-trained Mutant who knows how to control himself."

"What, you don't affect Mutants the same way?" Kate asks.

"No, I do. I hit the Wolverine once and that was...painful. That one likes it rough. But he's used to overexerting himself and he's got that healing factor so he went the distance."

"Ew, Logan's like a million years old," Clint complains.

"I didn't really have a chance to care about his age. We were in a fight, I had to distract him from Erik and Raven."

"Wow, you are really nonchalant about this, like it's not..." Kate starts as you get to the last set of stairs and she walks through the door at the bottom. 

"It's my life, Hawkeyes. I am the Mutant equivalent of a damn succubus. I literally can't be embarrassed about sex. I feed off of it."

"Really?" Clint exclaims.

"Well, yes and no. I mean, I still need food, but...desire charges my batteries. I get sick without sex."

"That's...would it kill you if you didn't..." Kate trails off as you walk out onto the street and she raises her arm to hail a cab. 

"Longest I've ever gone without sex since I was thirteen years old was a month and that...I ended up in the hospital. The doctors fixed me right up."

Kate drops her arm and turns to you. "Thirteen?"

You shrug. "What age did you start puberty, Miss Bishop, 'cause that's when Mutants develop their powers?"

"But that's so young."

You chuckle as a cab pulls up. "You're so pure."

"What? No, I'm not!" she squeaks.

The cab ride is full of awkward silence and the driver looking at you in the mirror, confused as to why a purple ninja is in his backseat. When he pulls up to Avengers Tower, you hand him a twenty and get out. You position yourself behind Kate, obscuring his view of her until he pulls away. Clint notices, raising a confused eyebrow. "He was checking her out. His desire was...dark. It didn't taste good," you answer, walking through the rotating door into the lobby.

Tony Stark is upon you before you've made it ten feet into the building. Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, and the Vision are flanking him. "Wow, she doesn't even look like the same woman," Tony says, maybe just to himself.

"Maybe that's because she's fully clothed," Natasha quips, her lips twisting into a smirk.

"Good job, Barton," Steve says, stepping forward.

"I wouldn't get too close," Tony warns.

"She's kinda...turned off," Clint says, nodding at you. "As long as you don't touch her skin, or like, sniff her hair or something."

"Why would we do that?" Tony snaps.

"What are you going to do to her?" Kate asks.

"Why do you care?" Natasha asks.

"Well, I mean...she's...it's not her fault that she's like this."

"It was her decision to come into my club and mess with me in order to get into my lab," Tony snaps. 

You put your hands up. "Don't worry about me, Hawkeye. I made my choices." You drop to your knees and put your hands on your head. 

"Vision. Go ahead," Tony demands and the android flies forward, placing a set of cuffs on your wrists.

"Okay, but what are you-" Clint starts. 

"We'll talk it out later, Legolas," Tony says as Vision picks you up and heads for the elevator.

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[labyrinth-runner]

27 from prompt list one with obi? If we get caught I'm blaming you? You are amazing!!! 🥰🥰

So the council meeting hadn’t gone as planned. You were hoping for a “congratulations on your success in the outer rim, Master Jedi” and instead you got a “Pack your bags, we’re sending you back out, but to almost Wild Space now.” You shot Obi-Wan Kenobi a look that said “What the fuck?” After all, you’d just gotten back to Coruscant and were hoping to at least have some time with your boyfriend. Yet, here you were, being sent out again and away from his loving arms. 

As the rest of the Council members filed out, you went over to look out into the Coruscant skyline in the transparisteel viewport. In the reflection of the glass, you saw him come up behind you, arms folded in front of his chest.

“Well, that went in a direction I wasn’t expecting,” he sighed.

“What good is having your boyfriend on the council if he can’t influence a decision?” you asked with a smirk. You knew he’d never abuse that power.

“Well, maybe if you would stop being so good at your job, they’d stop sending you places. Did you ever think about that, darling?” he smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“Oh, so you want me to shirk my duties, then, is that it? What, Kenobi, afraid I’ll eclipse you?” you murmured, reaching up to stroke the beard on the side of his face furthest from you.

“My dear, I fear you’ll always eclipse me. I am average, but you... you’re perfection,” he smiled, kissing your cheek. 

“You’re so modest,” you chuckled, turning to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You gently nudged his nose with yours. “You’re the perfect being here. I’m simply here to bask in your glory.”

“Is that what you call it?” he asked, blushing.

“Shut up and kiss me, Kenobi,” you smiled.

“We’re in the council room. Surely this isn’t the place for-”

You cut him off with your lips pressed against his. He tensed up at first before kissing you back with fervor, months of repressed feelings and longing bubbling to the surface as he pushed you back against the viewport. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he rested his forehead against yours, panting for air.

“Are you going to send me off with a bang?” you purred.

He sighed, shifting his eyes over to the door before reaching out with the force to lock it. “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

“Of course. Tell them I seduced you with my feminine wiles,” you smirked, slipping your hand between you to squeeze him over his pants. His eyes shut and a groan passed through his barely open lips.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured.

“Force, I hope not,” you replied sincerely.

His lips crashed against yours, swallowing any moans you made as his hands slipped down to knead your ass. He walked back towards his council chair before settling into it with you in his lap. Your hands worked quickly to free him as you moved to kneel between his legs. Obi-Wan’s eyes were clouded as you gazed at his erection, licking your lips in anticipation.

“You have no idea how badly I craved this while I was gone,” you murmured before licking a stripe up his shaft. You moaned at the taste of him, letting any plans of going slow and savoring the moment float out the viewport. Your lips wrapped around his weeping head, swirling your tongue through the salty substance before taking him fully into your mouth.

“Ah-hah,”he moaned as his hand sunk into your hair, gripping it gently, but firm. His hips started to move in time, trying to fuck your mouth, but you held them down after his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Darling,” he gasped as you sucked on his frenulum. 

You looked up at him with pure lust as he gently pulled your mouth off him.

“I wasn’t finished,” you stated.

“I don’t care,” he said breathlessly as his hands desperately worked at your robes until you were bare. His lips attached to your throat as he pulled you back into his lap. Obi-Wan left a sucking trail of kisses down your chest as you hovered over him, gently moving your hips to drag his tip through your folds, but not enough for him to enter fully.

“You’re such a tease,” he murmured before gently tugging your nipple with his teeth.

“You’re one to talk,” you gasped. 

“We don’t have much time,” he murmured regretfully, kissing the curvature of your breast.

“Then, we should hurry up,” you replied, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck to tug his head up towards you. You kissed him deeply as you slowly sunk down onto him. Your mouths swallowed your moans as you adjusted to being together again for the first time in months.

“Kriff, I’ve missed the feel of you,” he murmured against your lips as you started to move. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he met you. In the back of your mind, you felt sacrilegious, fucking him in the Council Chambers. The sound of skin slapping skin as you both fulfilled your carnal needs resounded loudly in your ears. It wasn’t the gentle love making that was your first time with Master Kenobi, but he’d learned that he didn’t always need to be gentle with you. After all, you’d both been through rough situations. In truth, having a fast round of rough, hard sex was something you liked when you knew you were going away for a while. The ache afterwards made you focus on something other than the ache in your heart. You just wished that you could have more slow, gentle sex again, the kind where you have the time to memorize every inch of him so you could pull it out at night when you were lonely. But this would have to suffice. You came to realize that he left so many marks on you so you wouldn’t forget him. It was a silly thought, really. How could anyone ever forget Obi-Wan Kenobi? Yet, you returned those marks as he playfully smacked your ass, causing you to moan against the patch of skin you had latched onto. 

Over and over, you met each other in the middle until you were on the brink. His thrusts were getting sloppy and a thin sheen of sweat coated your body and his forehead. You felt your toes curl in anticipation as a white hot light started to spread through behind your closed eyelids. His hand came up to the base up your neck to pull you close. He twitched inside you, on the edge of his own release. As you felt the coil in you snap, sending you hurtling into the oblivion, you faintly heard him in the background as he came.

“I love you.”

You collapsed into his clothed chest, feeling the arms of his robes wrap around you. You panted for air in the crook of his neck before reluctantly pulling back to get dressed. After righting himself, he got up and helped you collect your clothes, holding your outer robe up for you to slip your arms into.

“Earlier...” you murmured when you got to the door.

“What about it, darling?”

“When we both... you know,” you murmured, “Did you say something?”

Obi-Wan blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I said I love you.”

“Oh,” you blushed. You tipped up to kiss him softly. “I love you, too.”

“Come back to me in one piece,” he murmured, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.

“Me? You’re worried about me? I thought I was perfection,” you replied, squeezing his hand before leaving. You kept it together until you made it to your quarters on the ship. Only then did you allow yourself to loosen your robes and look at the marks upon your chest. Only then did you think of the auburn haired man that had told you he loved you for the first time today. 

[c-atm]

The experiments of Connie Maheswaran and Little homeworld R&D:First Case: Steven Universe and his shape-shifting pt2 (Shape:Disk)

Connie breathed deeply. ”Ok, now that we got that out of our system.” She chuckled, rubbing her newest love bite.

 

“For now.”

 

Connie pointed at the smug hybrid with a blushing smirk, but didn’t respond to his cheekiness.

”We need to figure out what we're gonna start with.” She stated as she dragged Steven and the chair with her, reaching behind him to lay her fingers on the console. 

 

“I figured we can start with shape, and go down the list.” Steven offered as he held her by the waist, stealing a few kisses on her stomach. “I can feel your tone-ness through your clothes.”

 

“You’re trying to distract me with facts.” Connie said, nonchalantly, ”I'm cute, I’m ripped, I'm hot.” She kissed his forehead, before turning back to the console. 

 

“I knew all that.” Steven laughed. “I’ve seen you before, Heartberry...I’ve seen you today.” He added with a grin 

 

“Exactly, you live with this now.” She gave off a flirtatious laugh, wrapping her left arm around his shoulder, caressing his chin with the same hand. “Get used to it.”

 

“How can I, when you always surprise me?”

 

She bit the right corner of her lip at his liquor like voice before giving him a gentle kiss, slipping his top lip in between hers, palms on his chest as she leaned more onto him,forcing the chair to lean back. With a light clipping sound and a loving giggle, she broke the kiss, looking at his astonished and love drunk grin.

“That seems like a ‘you’ problem.” She flipped his bottom lips, smiling playfully.

 

“Yeah?” He snaked his arms around her hips, kissing his teeth in tease. Moving in for a kiss.

 

“Yeah.”  She nodded, watching his lips get close. Just as it seems they were about to kiss, she put her finger stopping him, receiving a look of poppy-dog eyed disappointment. “Ey, don’t give me that look Mister, There’ll be plenty of that in the name of science.” The researcher reprimanded with a smile.

 

“I’m the boss though. Remember.”  A muffled Steven countered, licking her finger in hopes of  getting her to remove it

 

“Then act like it, Bisky” She smirked before pulling her finger away with a chuckle. “Started to feel a bit too nice.”  She looked at his pouty- turned up face and nearly swooned at how adorably bratty he was playing at. “Come on Mister, i’m excited to experiment with you. On an experiment you proposed,” she batted her eyes giving him a pleading look “please let's start it now.”

 

Steven looked at her from his left peripheral at those shiny black orbs of her, that squeezed at his heart and her hopefully pursed lips, He laughed at the sillines, “Ok Sci-Berry, let’s start.”

 

“Yeah! Let’s go.” 

 

Steven couldn’t help the smile on his face as he watched an excitable Connie bounce a bit rubbing her palm together, before reaching for the console again.

 

   “So, how many shapes are we doing, Bossman?”

 

“Just three, wanna start off small?”  

 

“Um-hmm….So i’m gonna log the results as we go, Ok?” She sat back on his lap, arms crossed over her mid. ”Floor is yours, Mister.”

 

Steven nodded before he stuck out his tongue. Applying his magic, it glowed a pink rose color for a moment, it’s form changing shape from his normal tongue, to certain more circular and flat. 

 

“Whoa..” Connie looked on in amazement as she watched the light die and saw the change. The majority of his tongue was spread and thinned out like a disk, but still very human like.She was a bit worried it wouldn’t fit in his mouth, or hers. “Try to close your mouth.”

 

Steven shrugged but followed her direction, placing his tongue in and closing his mouth.”Hmm?”

 

“You ok? How does it feel?”

 

“It’s a bit crowded, horizontally...Kind of afraid to close my teeth.”

 

“Do it.” She ordered gently watching as Steven hummed but followed her direction. She observed him moving his tongue around his jaw, trying to get a feel of his new appendage. ”You’re adorable.”

 

“Hey, no flirting while i’m doing science.” He teased, poking her side and getting a giggle.

“Not a lot of wiggle room, but it hits the roof of the mouth better.” he added a bit muffled before clicking his tongue. “Oh, Clicks sound a bit more silky too.”

 

“Ok..ok, we can add those as factors to grade on.” She reached over to the console. “Comfort, mobility, ability.”  She commented with a smile.” So what would you grade your disc tongue?”

 

Steven moved his tongue around a bit more with his eyes close. “A six, four, and eight...Respectively.” He concluded with nodding his head. 

 

“Six, four, and eight. That’s important data.” Connie moved close to him,a coy and salacious leer her lips and eyes. “Try to keep them in mind.”

 

Steven was about to respond when Connie fully kissed him. Her tongue teasingly beckoning his own to wrestle, evoking a laugh from the researcher as he took her challenge.

 

‘Ok well this isn’t too different from the norm. Nice as always, Don’t really give a lot of room for some advance twist...Hmm hello!’  Connie gave out a surprising giggle as she felt his thin edge carefully tickle on the frenulum of her tongue underside. ‘THAT’S NEW! It feels kind of pleasant. A bit strange but I can get used to it. Still can’t really say it's too standout, it's fun to run my own on the top of his though.’  Connie  hummed as she broke the kiss with a smile, nodding decisively. “Hmm, not bad, not outstanding….We shared better kisses.”

 

"Kind of crowded, doesn't leave a lot of room for tongular gymnastics." Steven agreed before laughing at Connie's affronted glare.

 

" Tongular !?" 

 

"It refers to subjects pertaining to the tongue." 

 

Connie's nose flared in with playful annoyance and admiration. "You just made that word up..

 

"and It's definition." The hybrid interjected. "Sounds real though, Right? Something right out of Oxwood's dictionary."

 

"More like Kennster's." She joked before clapping her hands. "Ok, back on track. Grades, I'm leaning towards 5, 5 ,and 7."

 

 Seven for ability, huh?" He leered forward, amused.  "You must have loved it” He gave a rasp whisper in her ear, “when I was tickling your tongue's underside."

 

"YOU GAVE IT AN 8!" She pointed, marooned cheeked and pouty.

 

"But, I wasn't kissing you then.".

 

"Ok then?" She folded her arms. "What's your rating?"

 

"That doesn't matter."

 

Connie looked at him, arching her left brow. “What do you mean? This is YOUR experiment.”

 

“Yeees..” Steven inhaled, pressing his index and middle finger on his lips “But I have a proposition for you, Heart.”

 

Hearing the coyness in his voice, made her smirk in intrigue. “Oh? What’s on your mind? Mister.”

 

“I handle the singular grades.” He kissed her hand.  “You handle the dual grades.”

 

Connie's inquisitive nature was running high now,  it seemed like he was hiding something. "Why?"

 

Steven chuckled as he looked at her curious face. "It has something to do with the other reason for this experiment. I'm trying to come up with something."

 

"What is it?"

 

Steven clicked his teeth and waved his finger. " No can do Sci-Berry. You gotta figure that out yourself."

 

He felt his heart skip as he saw the excited glow in her eyes and the adorable simper on her lips at the thought of a mystery. He could already see her mind trying to find the reason why.

 

' Hmm? wants me to grade the kissing cause it has something to do with the second objective. The second objective… To develop  something... through kissing me? What can he...Oh...OH!' She looked at him shaking her head ' I don't know why I'm surprised? Silly, Sweet Mister.' before giving him a tender kiss. 

 

Steven looked surprised at first before returning it hand on her cheek.

 

They broke and Connie gave him a knowing grin. “Dual grades? That is what we’re gonna call these kiss ratings?” She leaned upon him a Cheshire grin on her face.

 

“Well, I can’t exactly kiss myself.”  

 

"You probably could. Wouldn't want you to cause you wouldn't want to kiss me anymore." 

 

"Oh perish the thought, your kisses are always off the chart."  Steven gasped dramatically. "Besides, I hear that Universe has a spiral tongue. Who  would want to kiss that?"

 

Connue smacked his chest. "Hey, no insulting my man's spiral tongue. It's a wonderful experience." 

 

"Really?" He spoke through smirking  lips and closed teeth.

 

Connie saw the tale-tell glow of gem magic behind her teeth, and clicked her tongue. 

"I believe that's what we're gonna to find out, along with other tongular possibilities." She saw his smirk grew a bit at the use of his word 

"Deflate your ego and bring on the spiral." 

[marinaaniseed]

Quick and to the pointless

Song: Quick and to the pointless from the album Rated R by Queens of the Stone Age.

Summary: Blowjobs bring good luck, right?

Characters: Female reader x Steve Rogers (x Bucky Barnes)

Length: 1,177 words

A/N: Smut. Part 6 of Death on the stairs.  See here for what this is all about.

***

It takes a few days for the mess in Cassadaga to get cleaned up. The majority of the team heads straight off from there in hot pursuit of some HYDRA agents that made it out.

As de facto leaders of the team, Tony and Steve have returned to New York for a debriefing with Maria.

You’re in the dining area, trying to summon the strength to wheel yourself back to your room. You have the crutches, but can only really do short distances on them. Peter had wheeled you down for dinner, before heading home, you just need to get yourself back - or better, ask FRIDAY to ask Vision to wheel you down.

Looking up, you catch sight of Steve in your peripheral vision, going past at almost a run.

“Cap,” you shout to him and he stops, doubling back to see who it is.

“Y/N,” he says, hugging you before sitting down next to you.

“Are you alright?” you ask him.

“I’m fine, Buck’s fine, we’re all fine,” he says. “We’ve had reported sightings of the agents in a few places, so we’ve split up, trying to find them. Nat and Wanda are in Bratislava, Thor and Sam have gone to Guatemala City, Clint and Buck went to Yongkang, and Tony and I are about to head to Luanda.”

“You’re leaving again?” you asked with a pout.

“I don’t like it either, we go in just under an hour. I wasn’t going to tell you, I didn’t want you to be upset, but I’ll stay with you until it’s time for me to go,” he says.

“Plenty of time to pick up where we left off,” you say with a smirk.

“No, no I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Steve notes. He’d love to, he just knows Tony will never let him live it down if he’s late to the jet because he’s been fooling around with you.

“You’re no fun, old man,” you reply, sinking down in your chair.

“I'm so old, you're so young. When you get to my age, you realise the best things are worth waiting for - wait, where are you going?” he asks, slightly alarmed as you slip completely off your chair and under the tablecloth.

Steve soon feels your hands on his thighs creeping towards his zipper.

“Y/N,” he hisses, batting your hands away. “What’re you doing?”

“Giving you a parting gift, for luck.”

“Anyone could walk in,” he notes, both a little alarmed and a little aroused. You’re the same as Buck in this respect, he’s always pulling Steve into compromising positions. It’s the thrill of knowing you might get caught, Stevie. That’s what makes it good.

“Then sit right under the table then,” you explain.

Steve thinks it over for a few seconds before pulling his chair as close to the table as his ribs will allow. There’s no timeframe for the mission, it could be weeks before he sees you or Buck again, a quick handjob couldn’t hurt, right? He drapes the tablecloth over his lap and props his shield up on the chair you’d previously occupied, obscuring the view from the doorway before he shimmies his trousers and underwear down.

Your lips trace a path up his inner thigh, and by the time your nose is nudging against his pubes, he’s fully erect. Rubbing along his frenulum with your thumb, you test the waters by dipping your tongue into his slit. His powerful thighs tremble and you grin to yourself. It’s a shame you can’t see Steve’s face right now, but you know he’s already struggling to maintain his composure.

Using the tip of your tongue, you flick his frenulum, then swirl it around the head before gently bringing him into your mouth. He’s already twitching inside your mouth before you even begin to move.

You start slowly, winding your tongue around his shaft, licking up and down to make it easier for you when you start moving in earnest.

The first time you go down, you inch down slowly to get a measure of Steve’s length. You pull back up equally slowly and his hands grip the table as you torture him. He thinks he should let go in case he snaps table, so he lowers them slowly, moving them underneath the tablecloth to tangle in your hair.

That’s when you pick up the pace, your tongue licking sloppily as you move your lips up and down him, going further and faster each time you go down.

“This is the best blowjob I’ve ever had,” Steve hisses through gritted teeth.

Pulling off him for a few seconds, you pipe up from under the table.

“You’re only saying that ‘cause Bucky’s not here,” you observe before deep throating Steve.

Steve’s not, he’s really not. Buck’s good, but he could definitely learn a thing or two from you. Steve doesn’t know how you’re doing it, the rhythm you’ve set is relentless and he wishes he could see you right now. Wishes Buck could see you right now. God, he’d be jealous.

He’s getting close, trying not to thrust into your mouth, trying not to pull your head closer but it’s hard to be still, you’ve got him almost exactly where he wants to be.

Steve’s going to volunteer for a lot more missions if this is the send-off you’re going to give him.

“Ah! Ah! Oh! Baby, baby yes I swear,” he huffs out. “This is the best, I swear. Goddamn it. Whoa.”

You can’t really hear what Steve’s saying, you’re too busy concentrating on getting him off. The trembling of his thighs reaches its crescendo as he empties in your mouth.

There’s silence apart from Steve’s heavy breathing. You lick your lips and clean him up with your tongue. He’s still a bit messy, and you know it’s disgusting, but you wipe him up with the underneath of the tablecloth before he awkwardly pulls his clothing back up.

“Steve?” you say from under the table.

“Yeah?” he asks.

“Could you help me get back up please?”

Two strong arms pull you up and into his lap like you weigh nothing.

“Thank you so much,” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. It’s absolutely delicious the way you wriggle in his lap, and Steve can feel his cock getting interested again.

“Would it be alright if I mentioned this to Buck?” he asks.

“Sure,” you say, “as long as it won’t upset him.”

“It won’t, I promise. Please let me return the favour as soon as I get back?”

“Sure, but you might have to fight Bucky,” you tease. “You could do me a favour now though.”

“Anything.”

“Wheel me back to my room?”

He carries you gently to your wheelchair and lets you carry his shield in your lap. Steve normally jumps at the opportunity to head out on a mission, but now he’d do almost anything to stay. When all this is over, he intends to spend a lot more time with you and Buck.

[contrivedcoincidences6]

Can you do 9 from the pornbattle list?

Thank you! My first official prompt fill. I’ve been having a tough time writing so I’m excited I could squeeze this one out. @xfpornbattle

9. Early MSR. Mulder shows up at Scully's apartment injured, and Scully "takes care of him"

***

Padded footfalls are drowning out by my heartbeat as I pace in front of the door, phone in hand. Every couple of minutes I check the phone and consider driving out to find Mulder myself. It’s not really a knock that jars me out of my worrying but a bang on the door.

In a moment the door is open and before I have a chance to think Mulder falls into my arms and I struggle to keep us both standing. He’s pale, clammy, and disorientated. Getting him to the bed is an ordeal and when he’s finally lying down I run to get a wet towel for his forehead, which is on fire.

“We gotta find out who killed my father,” Mulder yells after me and I sigh to see him once again sitting up.

Cradling his head I lay him down, “Well right now you need to rest okay, rest.”

As he closed his eyes I stroked his hair and cheek, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

I give a small flinch when his hand moves suddenly but he just grabs my hand.

“Scully…” He sighs and looks up at me with pain-filled eyes.

“We’re going to figure this out, Mulder. I promise we will find who killed him.”

I begin to check him for injury before realizing that all of the blood covering his shirt is not from him.

“Mulder we need to get your shirt off.” I say and begin to unbutton.

I’d expected a dirty joke at the very least but he just grumbles and complies. I help him fully undress and wash the blood off his chest that had soaked through his shirt.

Up until that point, I’d be focusing on the next logical steps but then noticed his none too subtle erection. My brain freezes in its tracks and I grow warm. Mulder shifts and I look quickly away.

His face is pained and I see the tear tracks down his face.

“Oh, Mulder.” I scoot up and run my fingers through his hair, “I’m so sorry.”

Without opening his eyes he gently cups my face and pulls me close, cheek to cheek.

His face is hot and wet against my skin and temporary worry for his fever distracts me until I feel his lips on my neck as he whispers my surname over and over. His lips feel far too good and his warm body too inviting so I begin to pull away but he holds to me lightly.

Leaning into him I kiss his rough cheek, “Everything’s going to be alright Mulder.”

Mulder’s answer is to pull me into a kiss. The searing heat is almost too much. It’s alarming and arousing at the same time so I try to focus my mind onto caring for Mulder. But his fingers roaming along my face and scalp are a pleasant diversion from the horrors of the day.

“You’re hurt.” He mumbles against my skin and fixes his eyes on my forehead.

“Someone was trying to kill you, Mulder.” My voice is small and the weight of the statement finally reaches me. The following fear threatens to swallow me up.

“I’m sorry.” Mulder’s soft lips kiss the Band-Aid on my forehead.

I never want to let him go but there is work to be done in clearing his name so I start to pull away.

“Don’t leave me.” His voice is so strained. For a moment I picture what it must have been like for him to find his father dead like that and I kiss him again, against my better judgment.

“You need to sleep, Mulder.”

“Stay with me, hold me.”

The part of me that needs that same comfort tells me it would only be until he falls asleep and that he needs me right now and it would help him rest but I know those are just excuses. I want to hold him.

So I shed my blazer and move to the other side of the bed. Before I’m fully settled Mulder is pulling me in close.

Close enough that I fell his burning erection against my hip. Mulder nuzzles my neck, in a world of his own, still crying. I rake my fingers through his damp hair kissing his forehead.

My other hand, though, has a mind of its own as I trail my fingers along his arms, back, and chest.

Mulder kisses my neck again and mumbles my name and I move my hand down to his erection. When I rest my hand there Mulder lets out a small moan.

“Mulder?” I ask wondering if I’m taking advantage of him until he moves his hand over mine and pushes into my palm.

“Please.” He whimpers against my neck and I shiver.

Sweat causes my blouse and slacks to stick to my body and I’m uncomfortably hot but I can’t move.

I don’t waste time before plunging my hand into his briefs. His skin is soft but fiery over his solid erection. Now I let out a little moan. I want to look at him but Mulder has me pulled so close that I can only imagine.

I have a fair imagination and I run my thumb along his ridges to get an accurate picture. Swiping my thumb over his tip I gather some pre cum to join our combined sweat as lube. Mulder is purring into my neck and I kiss his cheek.

The angle is awkward but as soon as I find a good position I begin to move up and down. With each stroke my fingertips I brush his frenulum causing Mulder to tremble.

I press my cheek closer to his, wanting to chase away all his pain.

Meanwhile, I am very wet. Despite the discomfort of the position and heat I relish the feeling of him in my hand and I can’t help but picture taking him in my mouth, or even better, inside me.

“Oh , Mulder.” I whisper against his ear and I feel him breathe my name in response.

Every few strokes I run my thumb over the head and gently run my fingernail against his sensitive skin.

It’s all incredibly intimate but feels so natural. Claustrophobic but not close enough.

With a sudden intake of breath and a shudder, Mulder cums into my hand.

He pants against my neck and for a moment we lay there like that until I reach behind me to get tissues from my nightstand to clean up. When I begin to move away Mulder weakly tries to pull me back.

“I’ll stay until you fall asleep.” I whisper and kiss his temple.

“Love you Scully. Love you.”

I freeze for a moment before continuing to clean him up and tuck him back inside his briefs.

I hum lightly and pull the covers up around him.

“Go to sleep Mulder.”

Mulder nods blearily, “ThankyouSculley.”

Mulder never brings it up after he recovers. I expect him to at least act strange but he seems to either have no memory of it or to have no interest in taking it further. So I bury the memory down deep inside but occasionally when I am alone at night and feeling lonely I will imagine we are back there in that world of our own.

[sugar-petals]

:: Sloppy Savvy (m)

— pairing ♡ Reader x JK x MYG

warnings ⚠️ threesome, bdsm, sub!jk-centric, sub!yoongi joins, dom!reader, fwb, spit kink, facials, degradation, face-sitting, as the title says: very wet and messy 

summary: You delight in rainy-day bed pleasures with JK and Yoongi.

word count: 2.1k | one shot | domestic au

➳ NOTE: A gift for @/re-sugance. Kura you’re the kindest, your support always means a lot.  

The room is in shambles. Two ripped open suitcases. Empty take-out boxes from Manolo’s down the road. Black Gore-Tex raincoats on the bed. Still dripping off. With you standing on the carpet in the center of the room naked.

“Watch closely.”

And Jungkook kneeling at your feet. Panting.

You let saliva pool long enough at the tip of your tongue for him to tremble. Looking up from his position, sitting on his heels, Jungkook’s neck looks tense with the sustaining upward bend to it. In order not to make it strain too much, one cupping hand under his chin suffices. Perfect.

At the stroke of your fingers, you feel a little peach fuzz underneath, as slight as the one above his belly button that tends to escape his razor in the shower. Barely coarse to the touch, you fondle it, making Jungkook arch into his position even more. Obedient. And delicately servile as ever.

Seeing him gasp, and wriggle, and wait for the reward so much anticipated during two days and over seven hours in the plane — is the delight of a long week off your back through his gentle presence underneath you. Fuck. Missing him is nowhere near as hard as making up for the lost time when he’s in your hands this way.

“Y/N...”

He’s whimpering. So needy, his cock can’t take it. It throbs so hard against his abdomen, begging for the ease of stimulation that you will not allow.

At least not yet.

When you let a small thread of saliva drip downwards into his mouth, Jungkook sticks his tongue out to let your spit cool first, and then, lets it slide into his esophagus slow enough for you to still observe it disappear.  

Your voice is placid. The room damp. With a little help from your other hand, his bangs stay out of his eyes.

“Swallow, babe. Don’t be shy.”

“Ah—”

Jungkook gulps down every new portion of drops and threads you give him. The guttural noise that follows each time after his Adam’s apple pokes forward has always satisfied you, and still, never fails to stun. He’s endlessly ravishing.

The saliva that has gathered around your own jaw you swipe up with the hand once at his own chin, and slather your wet digits across his bottom lip. It’s gotten a little plump by now.

“Blow a bubble for me, sweetheart.”

Jungkook obliges. Gathering some more of his own spit, then pouting his lips to accumulate the mix. When he opens his mouth to exhale, a little pop escapes, and tiny droplets create spray all over his cheeks. He’s giggling. So it was more saliva than intended. Cute babe.

“Oh my! I’m sorry. Sorry, Y/N.”

Some of the spit also disperses on the foamy black floor mat, leaving small little dots around his thighs and between his bent legs in their remaining position: Jungkook has been kneeling steadfast like a champ.

“You’re the best slut. Don’t apologize for that.”

The praise brings Jungkook to bare his teeth in a wide grin that makes his eyes smile alike. You wish you could nibble at his ears, his crinkling nose.

But not yet.

When you tickle him inches short under his jaw, he throws his head back laughing even more. You love the sound. It’s heart-melting. His bangs part further.

“Can I gag for you?”

What a question. He can, always.

“Baby, want my fingers?”

The look in his eyes is the answer. So bad. His hotel room in Bangkok has been awfully devoid of you and his texts read just like that. It’s time to catch up tonight.

You make sure to wipe the very last of your spit from either lip and pass it down between his teeth where both your index and middle digit find a warm space to linger. So hot.

Jungkook visibly finds delight in brushing his head faithfully against your legs before resuming his position. The movement of your fingers draws ample chokes from him, many accompanied by what remains the grin that Jungkook sports with your hand in his mouth. He is diligent gagging himself onto either finger bit by bit until you decide to slide them out again and create space on the bed shoving the coats aside. The mattress got a bit wet from the raindrops covering the fabric. But who could know the way back from the terminal to the carpark would be a rapid cold shower. One that practically called for heating each other up again. You’ve marked him up enough.

And indeed the temperature in the room has long increased.

“Got a reward, boo. You’ve been good.”

The surprise on his face inspires a rush of adrenaline, one that makes you realize that you have him on your bed, finally, after last week’s busy period.

“Yes. Lay back.”

You slide on top of him. Prurient. More adrenaline. His body is luscious.

“Is it a new toy?”

“Certainly. For you and for me.”

“Oh!”

“Can you wait for one minute?”

“Sure, are you getting it now?”

“Yes,” you gently lift from the edge of the mattress. “Called us a guest, sweetheart. You know who.”

Because the texts from Bangkok didn’t just reach you by yourself. It’s a group chat, after all.

“Sit, Yoongi babe.”

The mattress sinks a little more when he does. Three people on it makes the room, despite its chaos, more hospitable. Yes, homely. How hostile can the best house be with nobody to be close to. Yoongi smiles, with his suede brogue boots already kicked off, and his trench buttoned down, in fact, half pulled off.

“You’ve been in the rain, too?” he asks.

Jungkook nods in reply, flat on his back from the pillow.

“At the airport.”

Meanwhile, you help Yoongi rid his lithe arms off the coat completely, and make note that they really—  are not that lithe. At least, anymore. He’s been hitting the gym two blocks away. You feel how sturdy his shoulders have become, removing the black tee covering him underneath the jacket.

“Wasn’t as wet as I am.”

You chuck the shirt to your raincoats. Yoongi gets comfortable on the bed.

“I’m ready.”

“Jungkook’s first.”

“Got it.”

“We’re safewording with Bangkok tonight.”

“I can tap the mattress, too?” Yoongi asks.

“Tap the mattress. Yes.”

Because how much will he be able to actually talk.

You hook two fingers in the elastic upper hem of Yoongi’s jeans. He knows you’re not going to open the button. But teasing has always made him feel more ambitious.

Turning to Jungkook, you meet a smile knowing and flustered. The reward comes.

“I’ll let Yoongi have it.”

The carnal flash in Jungkook’s eyes is quickly replaced. By a whimpering fade that doesn’t make it past his teeth, no, he keeps them tight. Yoongi has already grabbed hold of the meaty base splayed before him, picking up Jungkook’s erection that rose against a bruised abdomen just minutes ago.

“Please. Don’t hold back on me,” Yoongi brings his glance toward you, although it is hard for him. Too delicious and distracting what his hands embrace.

You love his eyes. They flicker. From the tone you know: He is shy with it.

“Not been fucked since Belgrad?”

Last winter. When you saw Yoongi disappear with a mature lady from the night club Jungkook and you spent a lackluster New Year’s Eve at. The hosting and music were nowhere near as organized as the whole attendance thought it would have been. But Yoongi had caught the eye of someone. And left early.

“Just once.”

Alright.

Yoongi’s hands nestle more with Jungkook’s strained cock. They’re quite bony, you reckon. And nervous. You figured Belgrad was a tipsy fling. She was too busy for him. Language barrier. Who knows what else.

“Already thought you’d like it rougher tonight. You wanna have a taste?”

Yoongi bites his lips in reply.

“M—hm!”

His eyes have already shifted back to eyeing Jungkook.

“Make some space in your mouth, babe.”

Pliant, half-clothed Yoongi pushes his head down giving off subtle, but constant little glucks. He’s going to be hoarse for a day, but reckless abandon got the best of his tongue.

Even now, the clench of Jungkook’s teeth remains unyielding. You tap one finger on his chest to speak.

“Kookie. I wanna hear your moans. Respect the rules for Mistress.”

“Sorry, shit,” Jungkook winces, with Yoongi incessantly gobbling up another inch. Making sure to let his tongue sway like a merry-go-round. How far his frenulum can stretch, you can’t believe. He is visceral. And Jungkook winding, so sensitive with Yoongi’s breath puffing against his skin.

“You know my punishments,” is the only thing you add, pointing at his marked belly as a reminder before withdrawing the finger from the top of Jungkook’s ribcage. There is something else your hands gravitate towards now. Yoongi’s messy hair. It got puffy in the rain. You make no efforts finding the picture-perfect spot for grip. Simply slipping five fingers into his strands is proper.

“Nnh—!”

“Listen, boys,” you maneuver Yoongi’s head down by another inch. “You both have the same problem.”

Jungkook looks mortified.

“What?”

“My house is still too silent. I wanna corrupt you boys and get a show.”

Yoongi, in a futile attempt to hum on the girth between his buck teeth, makes big enough eyes at you that Jungkook’s following whimpers become even more delightful. Because your hand in Yoongi’s hair has become more resolute.

Poor boy with a throat bulge, barely missing a heartbeat getting more inches crammed into his mouth anew. Rough you want. Rough you get.

Stuffed with tearing eyes and heavy breath. Jungkook’s legs are twitching. You are persistent bringing Yoongi’s head down to the base. He’s choking harder. Jungkook’s legs twitch more.

“Please. Pull him off, please, please, god, shit, I cum—”

Tugging Yoongi backwards makes Jungkook’s dick flop out of his cheek pulsing. A deep sigh follows. Yoongi’s hands grip tight, and you watch with intent. The milky liquid already sputters out, lands across Yoongi’s nose and forehead. Translucent. The prettiest thing in the world.

“Fuck!”

Jungkook has gone crimson in the face. He’s gotten so loud. The room is boiling at this point. Yoongi’s face is decorated with dripping semen. He doesn’t have to blow spit bubbles.

“Lick that off, Kook,” you say. “Be a clean boy.”

The pillow is reduced flat with Jungkook’s head pressing into it so heavily. His heart rate still is working overtime. With Yoongi desperate beside. And you bouncing, a grip at either side of Jungkook’s head. It leaves the mattress creaking to the rhythm.

Whatever happened in Belgrad— you wonder how Yoongi isn’t there making babies this very moment. He’s tired and emptied out Jungkook in a matter of minutes. The tongue between your legs feels delirious. Wandering without aim, poking. With every bounce, it flattens more against your vulva. Jungkook’s eyes rest suavely closed, concentrating on the moment and bringing more stimulation between your folds.

“Missed you so much.”

Taken by pleasure, you squeeze him with your inner thighs. Caress his ears, his comely forehead. The response is one, two moans. Yoongi still watches lying beside you, shaken about with every time you bring your pelvis down to bring friction to your core. Making the bed posts give off increasingly jarring noise, with you hoping the screws will take it.

The gyrating becomes messy. Your hips are tired, too. Jungkook’s languid mouth provides more suction than tongue winding now; his hair is sweaty enough to stay out of his eyes.

“Switching over,” you pant. “Toy’s turn now.”

Yoongi perks up. Demure in his expression, with an aurora of gold crossing half of his face. It’s a bit of sunshine peeking in from the window. His little blinks against the light are soft.

He accepts your hips with splaying fingers that close lightly at your waist. Jungkook normalizes his breath to your close left, already entering his afterglow. You have to be careful leveling your balance not to press Yoongi into the mattress too much.

But his arms make a surprising lift that works to let you grind across his chin more freely. He really has been bulking up.

Slick and agile. Wanton. His tongue carries months of yearning. Of not pleasing anybody.

It’s been so long since New Year’s Eve. But this moment is not meant for looking back.  

The arousal bolts deeper into you with every flick and murmur. The movement of his lips brings a final passion to your loins, a heated surge making you groan out. It’s electrifying. And not until long that you start leaking cum on his tongue. Yoongi’s fingers grip a little tighter with your every twitch as not to lose contact with your clit, licking and sucking it through your orgasm until the last waves through your body become faint.

The bed is hardly made for three, but Yoongi’s vibrating phone in the kitchen makes you huddle together almost by instinct. Too disruptive the buzzing noise in the mellow silence that has brought the room into serenity. Legs entangle, sheets crumple up. You talk soothingly at them. Pick up a tube of ointment from the nightstand to spread out on Jungkook’s belly. The balmy feeling cools the marks and smoothens his skin.

With the sun wandering its endless path, now headed towards horizon, comes a placid little half-dozing, half-humming from your left where Jungkook curls up against your side, his hair tickling your armpit. Yoongi has long zoned out after scrambling for the blanket, fully dried, at least, with your coats all scattered on the ground. You kiss his cheek and make a mental remark to send him a text about the details of your planned vacation in Berlin. Hotels, sights, schedule. He’s free in July, after all.

“We can crash at Manolo’s for dinner at eight. Bill’s on me, boys.”

The promise of a late-night visit after napping makes Jungkook hum against your skin. Manolo likes the regulars. To your right, Yoongi smiles into his pillow. He slightly lifts himself out of the cushion to grin.

“Manolo’s. Is it all you can eat?”

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Three Days ~ 22

~*~Sebastian~*~

“Change of question. What do you like?” She shook her head and pulled her mouth to the side. “No, what do you like to do to your partner. I’ll go first.”

Oh shit. I mean, fuck yeah, but oh shit. My mind is asking the same question . . . wouldn’t it be better to figure this out along the way. But no, I think I’m going to like this. I can damn well assure you that one part of me is thinking this is a most excellent idea. I held her hips and adjusted her where I needed her to be.

“There is nowhere on your body that I don’t want to lick and touch.”

The words were bad enough, but it was her expression and the tone of her voice that did the most damage. I swallowed around the lump in my throat. “Good to know and I approve of this.”

Emma scrunched up her face and shook her head, “But that’s not what I want to do right now.”

“I’m afraid to ask. What do you want to do?”  I’m not really afraid. There’s a shit ton of adrenaline going through me, like if I was afraid, but it’s not fear.

Raising up on her hands, separating our chest and stomachs, but leaving our hips together, her eyes moved over my torso, “I feel like there are parts of your body I haven’t shown proper appreciation.” She lowered herself like she was doing a pushup and kissed me, her tongue barely teasing me, before pushing up again. “Then I thought I’d pop down between your legs and see what I could do to help you out.”

My eyes widened and I smiled like a kid in a candy shop, “I love how you think. Do you have a plan?” I knew I was going to regret the question.

She shrugged, “Suck you until you scream my name?”

See . . .

I squeaked out something that was a cross between yeah and ok. Whatever the fuck it was made her smile, which made me happy.

The way she kissed and caressed my stomach and chest made me feel very appreciated. Her touch has always been this unique soft and sensual combination, right on the edge of sexual. Nothing different now. While her touch stayed sensual, her mouth provided the sexual. The two mixed was leaving me a little dizzy. The sheet between us was annoying the fuck out of me and distracting from the good stuff. “Can you get rid of the sheet? I want to feel you.”

Without stopping the kisses on my stomach, she got the sheet out of the way. I was able to get one leg completely free. Instead of going down, Emma moved up to circle my nipple with the tip of her tongue. The feeling shot straight to my cock as I imagined her giving it the same attention. Instead of laying down against me, I felt her hand moving up the side of my thigh from my knee. The light touch caused goosebumps to break out over my skin.

“Don’t ever stop.” I drug my fingers through her hair, combing it out across my body. One more thing to add to my current level of stimulation, silky softness tickling me. Her hand didn’t stop its ascent until it took a left turn past my hip to wrap around my cock. I closed my eyes and let out a little laugh, “Fuck.”

Her slow strokes were maddening but tempered by her kisses moving down my side. Her hair drug over my skin as she nuzzled and kissed, “I know there’s a spot around here that makes you shiver.”  

I barely recognized my own voice, “Down and right.” Making it easy for her was rewarding myself and I hissed in a breath when her lips barely brushed the patch of skin that I have no idea why is hardwired to the pleasure center in my brain.

“Thank you” was mumbled against the area and the feel of her lips making words felt so damn good. Almost made me forget that her hand was around my cock. Almost. I did fail to notice she’d moved her other hand between my legs until I felt fingers move over my balls.

I am officially an over-stimulated fucking mess. Silky hair is over my stomach and hip, one hand stroking my cock, the other has my balls, and her tongue is making a pattern while her breath warms my skin. Thankfully, or sadly, it didn’t last long. It got worse. That same tongue circled the head of my cock, stopping to give more attention to the best spot. Watching her focus completely on me was a rush. Watching her tongue on me was second only to when she lifted her eyes to meet mine and slid her mouth down, taking me in. I like to watch. The sight of my cock, wet from her mouth, disappearing, and her lips stretched around me is hot as hell. Emma’s hand stroked me in time with her mouth and kept going when she pulled off to lick and suck my balls.

I grabbed the pillow from beside me and shoved it behind my head. Reaching down, I ran my fingers through her hair, “Feels good, Emma.” Attention shifted from my balls to my cut line, the crease where torso meets thigh. First, her finger made a line from hip to past my balls. Her touch seemed to wake up the nerves because when she kissed the same path in the opposite direction I was moaning and pushing my hips into her fist. My head flexed back on the pillow and I gasped, “Fuck. Emma. Fuck.”

Yep, my ability to form sentences, barely even words, was slipping away. I cried out when she sucked my cock back into her mouth. Wonderfully torturous teasing was over. She worked me faster, using her tongue along the underside and flicking over my frenulum. She hummed and made noises that told me she was enjoying what she was doing to me. I went back to playing in her hair. I didn’t want to guide what she was doing. I just wanted to touch her. My other hand shifted between rubbing my face and fisting in my hair. The pressure was building and it felt so good. “You’re gonna make me . . . I’m gonna come.”

The fingers that had been on my balls moved lower to my perineum. Her barely-there touch went from behind my balls to run back over my asshole. That’s when I fucking lost control. I was pulling my hair and had a grip on her. My hips bucked up and I came hard, calling out her name. Emma kept up the gentle stroking as I rode out the aftershocks. She let my cock go and place one soft kiss on my side and I convulsed again.

You’d think I’d be really relaxed right now, but I’m not. I feel aggressive and want . . . more.  Happens sometimes with a really good orgasm. I have all this frenetic energy wanting a way out. Fucking was out of the question for a little while, but I sure as hell could get her off. I reached for her arm, “Get up here.”

I think the tone of my voice startled her. I shook my head and stared into her beautiful green eyes, “I need to be buried in you.”

I don’t know if she understood my situation, but she got what I was going for and didn’t stop until she was straddling my face. I guided her down and used my tongue to fuck her.

“Sebastian . . .” was followed by breathy moans.

I licked the length of her and felt her fingers in my hair. I focused on her clit for a few seconds before looking up at her. Her head lay on her arm, which was against the wall. Pleasure was already etched on her face. I worked my tongue all around her. Her hips undulated, giving me exactly what I wanted. I grabbed her ass, which got her attention and she opened her eyes. “Take what you want, Emma.”

“I want your tongue on my clit.”

“Not a fucking problem.” I went to work where she wanted me and her hips pulsed, riding my face. I wanted her as wild as I was feeling. I wanted her to take what I needed to give. This was nothing like when I’d gone down on her earlier. This was fast and hard. I licked and sucked while she moved where she needed. All the time her fingers stayed still against my scalp. That wasn’t going to last. I ran my hands up over her hips and waist. On the way up I left one hand to hold her breast and the other reached higher to rub the back of her neck.

Emma turned her head, kissing my wrist, “Close. What you’re doing to me . . . close.”

I hadn’t figured out her signs, when she was going to come, but I was paying attention. Her hip movements got slower and more deliberate. Fingers extended then flexed, holding onto my hair, which I love. She took several staccato breaths and started a string of “Oh god, yes, oh god, oh god, please” and finally my name. Loudly.

Now I’m relaxed.

Emma fell backward on the bed, leaving one leg draped over me. “Fuck, that was amazing.”

I kissed her ankle, “Says the woman who just blew my mind.”  

She laughed, “We’re having a good night.”

One leg over me, one spread and bent at the knee, meant when I looked at her I had the perfect view of all her pink parts, her breasts, and her beautiful face.

Relaxed wasn’t going to last long.

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Reader x Nobunaga Oda - Tangled Limbs

Title: Tangled Limbs

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Nobunaga Oda

Genre: Romance + smoot

Warnings: Sexy time

Kinks: hOHOHO lemme tell you we got dirty talk, nipple play, mutual masturbation, wall sex, probably more

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 2136 words

POV: second person

Authors: @mythiica​ and @rikumorimachisgirl​

Requested by: @elievalentine

Other comments: we took this and ran with it; sorry for the late posting! We both had issues with technology/not having access to a computer, but trust us, the smut in this makes up for it. We hope you enjoy!!

You might have poked yourself hundreds of times trying to complete the kimono, but you finally manage to finish it. The fabrics that Nobunaga bought you seem to shine in the sunlight, and it is very soft to the touch. Happy with your creation, you slip it over your shoulders and tie it in the front. The pattern overlaps and flows seamlessly – as if it is a single piece of fabric.

          Twirling around in front of the full-body mirror, you smile widely, and with the first ray of the sun just peeking through the horizon, you quickly make your way to Nobunaga.  After knocking on the door to the tenshu, you wait for him to reply. You hear his voice through the screen and enter quickly.

         “Look, Nobunaga!”

         He lifts his head from the documents he had been reviewing and grins when he sees you. “You made this?”

         “Of course I did!”

         “With your own hands?” he teases. “Come, let me inspect it closer.” Nobunaga reaches out and offers you his hand. You place your own in his and sit down. He pulls your sleeve close so that he may admire the fine stitching. “I don’t believe you!”

         “Nobunaga!” you whine, pulling your hand back.

         But he shakes his head. “I’ll have to ask you to take it off so I may look closer.” You whip around, suddenly blushing, and stare into Nobunaga’s eyes. He is casually leaning his head against his arm, looking at you with wide eyes as he wears a sly smirk. “I bet you look even better with your clothes off, anyways.”

         “W-What?”

         Nobunaga stands up to match your height and wraps his arms around your waist, rocking you back and forth. He tucks his chin into the crook of your neck and kisses the exposed skin. His touch makes you pulsate with electricity, and you shiver at his mercy. “Come now, I’ll help you…” Nobunaga’s hand slips past the fold in the kimono and his fingers graze your nipple.

         You arch your back against him when he pinches your bud and twists it slightly. When your mouth falls open to moan, Nobunaga slips the fingers of his other hand past your lips. You choke slightly on his digits, causing saliva to dribble down your chin. Panting heavily, you try to twist your neck so that you can see him, but Nobunaga keeps your jaw in place.

         He lowers his head and whispers into your ear, “Won’t you show me what else those nimble fingers of yours are good at?” Nobunaga’s voice is low and husky like he knows that his voice can turn you on easily.

         Leading you to the futon on the other side of the room, Nobunaga removes his hand from inside your kimono and spins you around. He works quickly to remove his own clothing, suddenly fueled by an urgency to take you right then and there. You simultaneously strip the kimono you made and are careful to fold it and put it away. Nobunaga catches your wrist and throws the clothing article onto his desk before cupping your face and kissing you deeply. He cares little for the formalities, and demands he have you.

         His tongue invades your mouth, and you moan against him as your hands trace the muscles of his torso. You can’t help but grind against his erection to tease him back, but he bites your bottom lip in annoyance when you do.

         Nobunaga takes a seat on the futon and pumps his member slowly while keeping eye contact with him. You take a seat between his legs and reach for his cock, but Nobunaga stops you. “No, come here,” he orders.

         Though you are confused, you do as you are told and take a seat next to him. Nobunaga pulls your leg over his lap, exposing your cunt to him. He wraps his arm around you and rubs his fingers against your slit. The position is strange, but it allows you to give Nobunaga a handjob – so you lean forward slightly and run your fingers down his length, showing off your nimble fingers, as he called them.

         You don’t recall ever doing mutual masturbation, but besides the hassle of tangling your limbs with him, it’s quite the thrill. Nobunaga’s movements are completely fluid – his fingers slip in and out of you before he starts to rub your clit mercilessly. You pant heavily as he drags his tongue across your neck. “You’re slowing down, princess. Is that what you do your fabrics when they give you a rough time?”

         The lit in his voice angers you, but this is merely a ploy to urge you to match the lust burning in his blood.

         Because you do not reply immediately, Nobunaga grips your ankle with a hand and yanks it swiftly, causing you to slip from your position. “Nobunaga!” you squeal as you scramble to sit up. “I thought you wanted me to-”

         But, like the tease he is, Nobunaga cuts you off by smashing his lips against yours. His fingers reclaim your clit, and he is quick to remind you of the pleasure you had been experiencing not a few minutes ago.

         “Oh, I do want you to… so be a good girl and make me cum at the same time I make you cum.”

         Your breath hitches in your throat at his challenge. Certainly you were not expecting this when you decided you wanted to show Nobunaga your new kimono. Nonetheless, you would not change your place for anything in the world.

         His smirk is contagious, and you feel the corners of your lips curling upwards. “Yes, my lord.” You curl your fingers round his hardened length and rack your memories for the things he likes the most. As you strum your fingers along the side of his member, you rub his frenulum until his breathing becomes more labored than before.

         Nobunaga grunts and arches his back before curling his fingers inside of you. The squelching sound arouses him greatly, and he catches your bruised lips with his own to kiss you.

         When you press the tip of your finger to his cock, Nobunaga bites your bottom lip to suppress his moan. You pump his member until the prominent veins in the side of his cock bulge against your palm. Your essence dribbles down your open thighs as you reach your climax — Nobunaga is soon the follow as his seed shoots forward as a strangled rendition of your name escapes his mouth.

You wake up to the feather-light feeling as someone strokes your hair ever so gently. Outside, you hear birds chirping happily, and inhale the delectable aroma of miso soup wafting in the air. As you squint your eyes as you adjust to the brightness of the room, you hear him chuckle beside you.

         "You finally decide to wake up, " Nobunaga whispers in your ear just as he stops stroking your hair.

         "I didn't even know I fell asleep, " you respond while rubbing the drowsiness of your eyes. You then notice him staring at you, with a mischievous smile upon his handsome face, and you blush. "So…"

         "So?"

         You feel your face turning several shades redder by the second. "Did you like it?"

         He traces your jaw fondly.  "Did I like what? You'll have to be more specific." Your pout makes him laugh, and the sound instantly lifts your spirit. "I don't deny that I liked our little morning tryst."

         "Me, too, Nobunaga. I'm so happy." You boldly inch closer to give him a peck on the cheek, before getting out of the futon, much to his disappointment.

         "What are you doing?"

         "Getting dressed, " you respond as you pick up the discarded kimono from the floor. It was slightly wrinkled from being carelessly thrown off, so you shake it a few times.

         "But it's still early."

         "No, it's not. I'm the chatelaine and I've got a job to do, " you remind him while you slip the sleeve over your shoulders.

         "Yes, your job is to make me happy, " he declares arrogantly. As he spins you around to face him, you gasp in surprise at how he'd gone from lying on the futon to standing behind her in a matter of seconds.

         "Nobunaga… really?"

         He backs you up against the wall and starts to trail kisses your cheek down to your jaw and your throat. "Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" He ran his hands up and down your body, cupping your breasts as he continues to pepper your neck with kisses. Once more, he slips one hand in the open lapel of your kimono and took one of your pebbled nipples in between his fingers. As his hands played with your breasts, his mouth settles on your pulse point and begins to suck on the tender flesh. You moan and begin to feel wet and warm down your core.

         "Still thinking of leaving?"

         "I… I…"

         "Perhaps I have not made myself clear, " he murmurs as he presses his middle finger into your hot core. Your raspy whimpers as he pumps his finger in and out encouraged him to continue his ministrations, and you feel your legs turning to jelly. Your eyes widen as he drops on his knees in front of you and lifts one of your legs over his shoulder.

         "Nobu - ah…" you moan as his tongue skillfully laps at your wet folds, flicking his tongue against your clit. The sensation is far too strong, you suddenly feel the need to hold on to something to keep you upright.

         "Hold on to me, " he says, his voice vibrating against your sensitive pussy. With your hands tangled in his hair, he shifts his head to a different angle. And as he slips his tongue inside you, lapping at every bit of your sweet nectar, you were so sure you had died and gone to heaven.

         The moment you came down from your high, Nobunaga stands and you sag against him, catching your breath. "You are amazing, " you whisper, and he laughs heartily.

         "Of course I'm amazing. I'm your boyfriend, " he says cockily, and adds, "but I do hope you don't think that was the end because we're just getting started."

         And with that, he hoists you on his waist and enters you in one swift motion. You throw your head back and moan as you feel him fully sheathed inside you, but he doesn't move. You usually love how considerate he is in giving you time to adjust to his size, but not today. He's made you want him so badly, you grind your hips against him to coax him. "Nobunaga… please…"

         "Please what?"

         You frown at him. Was he really going to play hard-to-get now of all times? "Now's not the time to - ohhhh… " You throw your head back as he rolled his hips and pushed every last inch of his cock inside you.

         "You were saying?" The smug look on his face says it all - he was going to make you pay for even thinking of getting out of his futon earlier. You feel him pull his cock out, leaving the tip at your entrance, before pushing in at a slow and steady pace. You whimper and thrash against him impatiently, but he continues to smirk at move leisurely, knowing the pace of his movement is pure torture. Desperately, you hold his face and kiss him deeply, your tongue slipping in his slightly open mouth. You move your legs around his hips as he picked up the pace and started pounding on you relentlessly.

         "Yes, yes… just like that…" You dig your fingernails on his back and throw your head in ecstasy. Your moans become louder as he drives his cock inside you harder and harder every single time.

         As you reach your climax, you feel your muscles clench around his cock, and you marvel at his self-control as he allows you to come down from your orgasm before moving inside you once again, building up his own orgasm. It doesn't take long before he grunts and shoots his seed inside you, and you moan at the heavenly sensation of being filled by his cum.

         Nobunaga pulls out and takes an uneasy step backward. Exhaling slowly, he stretches his back and runs a hand through his hair. Sweat makes his muscles gleam in the light and mattes his hair down to his forehead. He picks you up again and tucks you into the futon before laying down next to you. He pulls you close to inhale your scent.

         “For the record, the kimono is beautiful.”

         “Thank you,” you reply softly as a blush spreads across your face.

         He takes your hand and kisses your palm. “But I still prefer you without clothing~”

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Not Your First Rodeo

Negan x Reader

Notes: My wife @annablack1102 recently noticed there is a lack of Negan x Reader one-shots, most of them being chapter fics. Here I am to remedy that. I hope you all like it!

Warnings: NSFW, Daddy kink, Choking, Hair Pulling, Biting, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Spanking, Oral Sex, Pleasure Delay

Tags: @acutecupidity @collette04 @mblaqgi @negans-network @ne-gans @negansdirtygirll @negans-network @haleyea @the-galaxy-collector

He stared at you from across the room, the tension in the air thicker than it’s ever been before. His speech about a new community echoed against the vacant walls long after the words had left his throat, ringing in your ears. He was smiling now, an actual grin where his eyes shrunk into the wrinkles of his cheeks as he spoke.

You knew he must have done something terrible to make them comply, to bring that bright big smile onto his face, but you didn’t care. Something about his rage made you tick, that unhinged temper of his made you crave his very presence as he used it to intimidate the others. If he only knew how badly you wanted him… how much you wanted to put that rage to better use than senseless violence.

You watched as he walked past you, his dark and musky scent triggering the moisture between your legs even more than his passionate speech already had. Now was your chance, if you even had one at all, to make your move.

“Negan!” You caught him midway down the hall, stopping him in his tracks.

He turned on his heel, slowly tilting his head as he propped Lucille onto his shoulder. “Can I help you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You could have played games and tried to flirt with him, batting your lashes and pouting your lips, but you were never any good at that. You could have stared at him blankly like you usually did when he was around, your body freezing up completely. You could have done a lot of things, but instead you chose to risk it all and grab him by his collar.

“Excuse the fuck out of me…” he started before you kissed him, pulling him in close.

You didn’t care what happened next, your wants greatly outweighing your needs as you felt the bristles of his beard rub against your cheeks. He hummed a soft moan against your lips, Lucille clamoring against the linoleum as she fell to the floor. His lips were softer than you’d imagined, and oh boy, had you imagined.

“Am I fucking dreaming?” He pulled away from your kiss only to look you up and down.

“Don't think so.” You nodded your head in the direction of your bedroom. “You wanna get outta here?”

“Shit yeah.” ————————

His hand was around your throat before you could even shut the door to your bedroom, his leather clad fingers lifting your chin up toward the ceiling. He nibbled your neck, pushing himself into you as he made his way up your jawline before sucking on your bottom lip. He growled as he kissed you, biting down on your lip before pulling it away from your mouth.

“Mmm…” you heard yourself moan, his teeth piercing the sensitive skin under your lip. This was already going so much better than you had planned.

He let go of your lip, licking his own as he released it with a subtle bounce that made his eyes glisten. His fingers moved up to your chin, pinching your cheeks together as they forced your lips to pucker under the pressure. “You shoulda come to me sooner, baby.” He squeezed your cheeks tighter. “We coulda been doin’ this weeks ago.”

“I’m sorry,” you tried to tell him.

“What was that?” He blinked dramatically and started unbuttoning your jeans with his free hand. “You’re sorry?” He smirked as he looked you over, mimicking the look of a tiger about to consume its prey. “You’re sorry?” He repeated, chuckling in disbelief as he slid your pants and underwear down with only one hand. “Yeah, you’re about to be.” His smile widened, spreading across his face as his fingers slid between your legs.

You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips, no matter how tightly he was gripping them. His coarse fingers brushed past your clit as they smoothed their way down your length, stopping at your second entrance. He smirked as he curled his digits upward in between your two sweet spots, pressing his thumb against your bud as he teased your sensitive junction. “All that for me, baby? You’re fucking soaked!”

“Uh huh,” you nod.

“Good.” He rolled his tongue across his teeth as he leaned into you. “Now, open your mouth,” he ordered, finally sliding his fingers inside of you.

You moaned at the intrusion of his fingers, trying to take in the sensation of someone else doing it for a change before doing as you were told. You felt his grip on your cheeks relax, giving you more freedom to open wide enough for him to spit inside of them while keeping eye contact the entire time. You stuck out your tongue as his saliva mixed with yours, coating it in a clear white substance of foreshadowing. You licked his lips, begging him to come closer as he teased you just far enough to make you nip at his mouth.

“There’s my dirty girl!” He grabbed your chin tighter, sliding his fingers in deeper and faster. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun together, you know that?”

You nodded, seemingly the only response you could muster at this point.

“Get on the bed and take those pants off.” He let go of your face, pulling his hand from the heat between your legs as he slid them into his mouth.

“Yes, Sir,” you whispered, trying not to whine about the sudden absence of his fingers.

You snuck a few glances of him sucking on your juices as you kicked off your boots and slid out of your pants. He closed his eyes as he tasted you, taking his time to draw his digits over his own lips before winking at you. “Take that shirt off, too.” He undid his belt while you followed his orders, pushing his pants down to reveal exactly what you were in for.

“Christ have mercy,” you said under your breath, half hoping he didn’t hear you.

All he did was smirk as he sauntered towards you, approaching the bed as you waited for him with bated breath. He paused before you, smiling as his member finished growing to a ridiculous size right in front of your face. It was perfect; thick, long and veiny as it twitched with a little drop of precum on the tip.

You hadn’t sucked a dick since before the apocalypse had started, and it had been a while even before that, but you wanted to start again today. You licked your lips as you felt your mouth begin to water and leaned forward, only to have your head jerked back by your hair.

“Not so fast, Princess. You wanted this so bad, you’re going to have to earn it.” A devilish grin crossed his lips as he held you back like a wild dog, tugging on your locks.

“Are you serious?” You looked up at him, your neck straining.

“Oh, I’m very serious.” He bit his lip, looking down at you as he wrapped his palm around himself. “Just look at it and think about how good it’s gonna make you feel.” He stroked it forward, relenting on your hair a bit so you could get a closer look.

God, was he really going to make you wait? Was he really going to keep this up so you could drip down your leg and onto the only pair of sheets they gave you? Was he going to… mmm he looked so good when he stroked himself. His olive skin slicked under his palm as he squeezed and pulled at a torturous pace. He decreased the slack on your hair to finally allow you close enough to lick his tip. Giving him your best doe eyes, you coated his frenulum with your spit in hopes that he’d let you go and just fuck you already.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, letting go. “Just like that.”

You smiled up at him before licking your palm, making a gratuitous display of your saliva on your skin before wrapping it around his shaft. You wanted to make him pay for making you wait. You wanted to make sure he never forgot this encounter.

“Oh fuck, baby, this is not your first rodeo.” He let go of your hair completely and watched you lick his balls, kissing and sucking on them before pulling one of them into your mouth with your tongue. You appreciated the saltiness of his skin as it entered your mouth, his testicle twitching against your tongue as you stroked him even faster.

You could hear him moan against the hot stale air as you tugged and sucked him into oblivion, switching which testicle you took into your mouth as you occasionally licked up the length of his shaft. You slid your hand between his cheeks as drops of sweat made their way down to his crevice. Pressing gently, you found the tender skin surrounding his entrance.

“Nope.” He grabbed your wrist, preventing you from continuing with your plan. “You don’t get to dominate me, not today.”

“Okay,” you nodded, licking up his length and twirling your tongue over his tip. You could only imagine what that meant to do to you next.

“Turn around baby,” he smoothed his hand over your hair. “Get on your hands and knees for Daddy.”

Oh, Daddy! Your eyes lit up at the sound of that word leaving his lips, thanking God that he said it before you did. You bit your lip as the term sent shivers down your spine, exciting you at your very core. You did as you were told, eagerly turning to face the wall of your bedroom as you leaned onto your hands, waiting for what he had in store for you.

SMACK!

You cried out as he slapped your left ass cheek, rocking your unassuming body forward. The stinging sensation from his calloused palms shocked your nerves into overdrive as he quickly smoothed his hand over the reddened spot.

“You think you can put your fingers anywhere you want, Princess?” He smacked your right cheek, this time so hard he almost knocked you off balance.

“No.” You gasped, closing your eyes as you relished getting this kind of physical attention again.

“No, what?” He smacked your left side again, this time without the calming rub of his hand to soothe you over.

“No, Daddy!” You gasped as he continued to spank you, reddening your cheeks with his hand prints as your juices almost poured out of you. “Oh! No, Daddy. I’m sorry, Daddy!” You squealed as his smacks became louder, harder, more powerful. You could feel your stomach contract with each hit, pulling your body away from him when all you wanted to do was get him inside.

“Are you going to be a good girl from now on?” His voice dropped an octave, his hands spreading your cheeks apart as he marveled at your moisture.

“Yes,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut in frustration. “Yes, Daddy!”

He chuckled triumphantly as he rubbed your cheeks again, lifting one hand to grab himself. “That’s good to hear.” He teased your entrance with his tip that was still covered in your spit, running it across your length as you moved your hips toward him. “Ah ah ah…” he scolded, taking himself back as you tried to envelope him. “Not yet.”

You whined out loud as he withheld your pleasure, wanting nothing more than to end your suffering. He must have been so satisfied with himself, having you open and wet right in front of him, on the verge tears as he flirted with giving you what you wanted.

“Please, Daddy,” you begged. “Please fuck me.” You dropped your head in defeat as you said his magical words, your entire body vibrating in anticipation. You held your breath as you waited for him to make a decision, moaning out loud as he finally pushed himself inside of you.

“Oh my God!” The words fell out of your mouth as he filled you up, brushing your cervix with ease as his skin became flush with yours. He pulled out slowly, moving his hips in an almost circular motion until he hit your sweet spot when he came back in. You didn’t care about keeping your voice down, or thinking about who might hear you as they walked by your room. All you cared about was this feeling, his hands on your hips, and the fire he was brewing in your center.

“Shit, you feel fucking good,” he told you, picking up his pace.

“So do you,” you managed to say as he pumped himself inside of you again and again. You moaned as his dick hit your spot so smoothly and quickly that you felt yourself start to break. You felt a wave of pleasure creep inside you as his pace became erratic, his balls slapping against your lips as he climbed on top of the bed and wrapped his hand around your neck. This was it, you thought. Oh, fuck! That wave of pleasure built up to a tsunami of bliss as he drilled into you, crashing over every nerve in your body as he pulled you into him by your throat and hip.

Your entire body shook as your muscles closed in around him, clenching and contracting to keep him near. You heard him swear as he twitched inside of you, his white hot liquid filling you up as he bit your shoulder and thrusted a few more desperate times, chasing that last bit of pleasure.

He collapsed on your bed next to you, giving your ass another smack before running a hand over his face. “Shit, sweetheart,” he sighed and looked over at you, moving a strand of hair away from your face. “Next time don’t wait so long to jump my bones, okay?”

[rudra-writes]

Pallas and Telurin - Hot Springs (Part 9)

Part of a roleplay story with Telurin’s player. Telurin considers his conflicted feelings about continuing to be Pallas’s guardian, indirectly putting the anchorite in danger from his own death knight compulsions. The following day on the road, Pallas suggests they stop at a natural hot springs. Pallas encourages Telurin to join him in the warm water, and their attraction to one another comes to light. (Advisory for some suggestive content.)

Telurin considers that. "It is true enough, that we have not known each other long. Even so, do you discount the trust it takes to be intimate with another? I assure you, I am not often found lazing on the banks of a hot spring, more than a dozen paces from my runeblade."

He continues his tracery even as he considers his next few words, though they're beginning to trail more southwards. "If you do not want to speak of it, I will not press. Tell me when you are ready, I will be content with taking you how I please in the meantime."

Pallas realizes what Telurin is saying must be true. From the scant knowledge he'd gleaned about runeblades, he understood them to be like an extension of a death knight's own body. For Telurin to be separate from his was surely a great extension of trust.

The priest raises his tail slightly at the touch of Telurin's fingertips as they pass southwards, enough to uncover his rump. His eyes lit up with understanding and thankfulness when the death knight says he will not press. "It is very intimate," Pallas promises, reaching a hand to caress Telurin's muttonchop. "Intimate, perhaps, even in ways you have never before considered were possible." He nods, "I will know when the right time presents itself."

Pallas strokes his fingers over Telurin's neck and the curious ring of steel around his throat. "Shall I sing to you?" he asks. He wanted to sing and try to lull his beautiful death knight to sleep. How trusting it would be for a death knight to allow such.

Telurin cups that obligingly offered rump, even as he relaxes into Pallas's touches. He raises an eyebrow at Pallas's question, however.

"Trying to lull me to sleep, Anchorite?" he asks, amusement in his voice. Until now he's been lounging languidly with the little priest curled up at his side, but with the question he's suddenly rolled over on top of the other man, bracing himself on his elbows and knees so that he's not putting his full weight on him, but enough to keep him pinned all the same. He looks into Pallas's eyes with a wicked gleam in his own, before he purrs, "Do not think you're getting off so easy.... This is only a brief respite before the second round." Indeed, with the change in position, Pallas should be able to feel that Tel is not boasting about being ready to go for another round.

Pallas blinks rapidly several times as Telurin decides in that moment to roll his massive, naked self on top of him. Suddenly, the Anchorite is pinned underneath Telurin. Pallas is very surprised, and it takes him a few moments to switch gears. He had had his loving lullaby song picked out, and had been fully prepared to serenade the death knight to sleep. Telurin... isn't going to sleep? He wants to go /another round/? Didn't the death knight already come inside of Pallas? What was happening?

Pallas's cheeks darkened to periwinkle blue as he realized Telurin was hard again. Oh... Oh dear. The Anchorite had really not expected this possibility. He swallows. "You don't... You don't feel like sleeping?"

"I had no intention of sleeping tonight." Telurin says with something of a lascivious smirk. "Even before you wore down my resolve and got me into the hot springs." But he also saw the slightly shocked expression that had flickered across Pallas's features, and he relents.

"Come back into the water with me." he says instead, letting the Anchorite go, "We'll call it a compromise."

Pallas sees Telurin backpedal a little - It makes his heart swell with compassion that this death knight, whom upon first glance is cold and terrifying, is so considerate to him.

He straightens up quickly, and takes Telurin's hand. "You surprised me, is all. If another round is what you want, then it is what you will have. I will not have it spoken that I am weak." He went blue in the face and the tips of his ears again. The knowledge that that Telurin could come repeatedly is shocking, but to Pallas, it's also erotic.

Then Pallas smiles playfully, "I don't think you had the intention of sleeping that other time either, back at the inn, and it still happened."

Telurin raises an eyebrow at that mention of weak. He's not forgotten how Pallas reacted, but he also didn't consider anything he'd said to suggest as much.

"An inn is a different matter entirely." He frowns down at the little Anchorite. "I'm hardly going to pass out when we're in the middle of nowhere." A slight gleam in his eye, his focus trailing down was the only indication he gave before he bent just enough to catch the slender priest about the waist and lift him over his shoulder, one steadying hand curled around the base of his tail.

"Don't tempt me, Pallas." He says, heading back toward the water, carrying the man in question as if he weighed nothing. "I might just take you up on it. For now, you and I are relaxing, and that's final."

It's true, Telurin had not actually implied anything towards Pallas being weak. It was more that Pallas liked Telurin enough to want to satisfy him, even if that meant copulating with the death knight repeatedly in one evening. The thought was... frightening, Pallas didn't know whether he actually had that kind of stamina, but it was also so erotic.

The Anchorite sighs as he's carried, unable to argue with the logic of Telurin's decision. Of course, his guardian is correct, they shouldn't sleep outdoors, it was hardly safe.

"All right, Telurin." Pallas mumbles as he's carried along like a sack of rice.

Telurin's response is a pleased rumble as he sets the little Anchorite down into the water. "There, was that so difficult?" He's amused, and his tail is swishing through the water. He lets his fingers trace down the front of his released captive, and goes back to where he settled the first time, against a rock that looked to be shaped just for that purpose.

"Besides, it is not so late yet that we don't have time to dally in the water for a while... Unless you are getting tired...?"

Pallas is grateful to be in the bathwater-temperature hot springs again. Truth be told, the night air was rather chilly otherwise, and unfortunately Telurin's body did not provide much in the way of warmth beyond the shelter he offered from breezes.

The priest blushes hotly again at the touch of Telurin's too-big fingers. "I'm not tired," he insists, moving himself through the water until he has returned to Tel's lap once again. He moves to settle himself, then lowers his eyelids, and places a hand underwater, stroking a single little finger along the death knight's length.

He wanted to ask if it was difficult to find a mate to satisfy himself with, as a death knight, but the Anchorite already knew the answer to that question. Of course it was difficult, if not near impossible. "We should think about how we will enter Karabor," Pallas murmurs, although he seems more interested in how Telurin's cock feels, and what it does. "How far inside the temple will you wish to accompany me?"

Telurin's cock is appreciative of the attention, going from moderately erect to fully hard with the attention. It twitches as Pallas trails over the frenulum, pushing up into the contact. Telurin himself is pleased with the attention, eyes going hooded as his own hand runs down and up the underside of Pallas's tail.

"Left to my own devices, I would not go past the outer walls." Telurin murmurs, using his free hand to catch Pallas's and demonstrate how he likes to be stroked, "I will go as far as the gardens, but I will not enter the Temple proper itself."

Pallas nods, his face going hot when he feels how Telurin's manhood responds - Even better, when the other man takes his own hand and demonstrates what he likes down there. It's still as thrilling as ever when Telurin decides to assert control. The priest nods, distantly registering what the death knight is saying. "I will miss having you around." Pallas says, then he pauses. He realizes he is going to miss Telurin more than he anticipated he would when they first set out on this journey.

Pallas raised himself up enough to kiss Telurin's cheek. "Where will you go, in the meanwhile?" His tail remains raised while the death knight plays with the underside of it.

"I have some responsibilities besides rescuing little Anchorites and having my way with them." He purrs, tracing the join of Pallas's tail to his rump. "Most of them right here in Shadowmoon, even. I will not be far, wherever my travels take me."

He goes back to stroking the underside of Pallas's tail, out to about a third of its length and back down to cup the man’s ass. "Besides, by the time we reach Karabor, you may be looking for a respite from my attentions." He lets go of Pallas's hand around his shaft to toy with the Anchorite some more.

"You are cryptic," Pallas murmurs, but he knows it's not his business whatever else Telurin gets up to. He breathes deeply at the touch of the death knight's fingers, his own two small hands coming to rest upon the other draenei's broad expanse of chest.

The Anchorite shakes his head faintly at Telurin's words. "I don't want us to reach Karabor... because I never want this to stop." He foresaw many long days of fasting, prayers, healing the sick, tending the herb gardens and fey dragons, aiding the elderly, and giving sermons, and then at night, he'd retreat to his small, ascetic room and masturbate in his little cot, thinking of this man.

"There's more to life than pleasure, Anchorite." Telurin laughs, and gives the Anchorite a few more strokes before releasing him to lean back against the rocks. "As it is, I wouldn't be surprised if the Karabor defenders try to charge me with kidnapping." He flicks one of Pallas's nipples with a nail, not quite ready to give up touching the man in a sexual way even though he knows the proper course would be to give him a break.

"I'm sure life at the temple is hard for you… You're certainly not built for the life of celibacy and strict adherence to the rules.....What will your fellows think when you tell them you've been bedded by a man'ari and liked every minute of it?"

[on-cliffhanger-universe]

[MF] Getting topped by my normally submissive wife [gentle femdom]

For me, being a dom is a lot of responsibility. Power exchange is a hell of a rush, but it also means that I'm the one looking out for my partner's pleasure, comfort, and safety. It doesn't even matter if we do something that isn't a bdsm scene, even our more vanilla moments (which far outweigh anything more elaborate) see me taking control and focusing on satisfying her needs first. Most of the time, I get far more out of her pleasure and the feeling of power and possession than my own orgasm.

Matter of fact if you read my first story, you'll know that a lot of the time I don't even set out to cum. Like I said, power exchange is a hell of a rush.

But everyone has limits, and there will always be a time where I find myself unable to take that responsibility and give so much - and on those rare days I've been blessed with a partner that can take care of my needs too.

A few months back was one of those times. Multiple deadlines at work had me writing at all hours of the day and night, and all the ways that I usually blow off steam during the week I had to cancel for various reasons. Food became fuel instead of being enjoyable, my pets were annoying instead of cute. At night I'd read or play video games for an hour or so to get some escapism in before doing it all again. Naturally, all the stress and anxiety was a big boner killer, and I was irritable at best.

One night I woke up at around 5 a.m., kicking off the sheets. My wife, sensing the motion, turned over to me and asked what was wrong. In the way only a man still half asleep can, I told her about my dream - a litany of missed opportunities and regrets from my past. She cradled my head in her arms, and when my breathing started slowing down, she smiled at me and repeated to me in a voice straight out of Fargo, "Heck Jay, we're doin' pretty good." I laughed.

The faint light from our bedroom window outlined everything in shades of blues and greys. I let her fingers run through my hair and massage my scalp, staring out the window, coming back to myself. After a little while I felt her hand moving down my torso. It brushed the tip of my hard cock - I was so preoccupied that I hadn't noticed I had morning wood - and she looked down at me, smiled, and said, "now seems a good time to take care of you."

Take care of me? Aren't you - oh. Oh.

She lifted herself up, my eyes following her torso to see the outline of her small frame with breasts in relief against the predawn light, perky with nipples erect, my fogged brain briefly wondering - was it from the evening chill or from arousal? All mental jogging to catch up suddenly stopped mattering as she straddled me and brought her head down.

My wife loves going down on me. She doesn't get to do it often - either I focus on working her into such a frenzy that she forgets and just wants to be fucked, or it's part of a scene and I'm just using her mouth rather than really letting her work her magic. This time she's the one on top, literally and metaphorically, and she takes every advantage.

Her mouth gently engulfs the tip and her tongue plays circles on my frenulum, one hand moving rhythmically down the shaft and the other cupping and squeezing my balls. I see her head start to bob, slowly and sensually, making sure she uses her tongue slowly and lovingly. I hear and feel her hum gently with me in her mouth, pushing me to start involuntarily moving with the intense pleasure. She knows she can go for overwhelming sensation without me cumming easily, and pushes me towards unfamiliar, if not unvisited, heights.

Her pale, round, smooth ass fills my vision. The darkness doesn't let me see what I'd normally be able to spy between the cheeks, but I can feel the warmth and wetness as she rubs herself subtly against my ribcage. I let out a little moan (always a victory for her), thrusting my hips upwards, but she's anticipated my sudden movement and rises slightly, turning to give me her winning smile. "Getting a little desperate, are we?"

The hands that have been clenching the sheets move to her hips and try to pull her back onto my face, but she gives my hand a light slap. "No. Tonight's about you. Don't worry about me." And she dives back in, warm hands and warm mouth and searing electricity as she licks the precum off, pushes me deep into her throat, making gulping motions as her tongue runs along the base of my crotch.

My hands are running over the smooth skin of her back, caressing her ribs, running my nails gently over her skin, anything to distract from the fact that holy christ this feels so good it hurts and I start to push her body further forward, signaling desperate need to fuck her already. But she's wise to my game, resisting, whipping her hair back at me with a sidelong glance and that grin again, her hands never stopping. "Something you want to ask me?" she says in a sultry voice made slightly hoarse from having my cock down her throat.

I know what she wants from me. "Please fuck me... mistress."

Her lips part, showing teeth. "You've been so good, of course I'll let you give me your cock..." She turns herself around, wetly tongue kissing me with my own taste on her breath. Her ass moves and slowly, gently backs her pussy onto my still-wet, throbbing shaft. She teases herself on me, enjoying my evident look of desperation. I feel her own juices flowing even though I haven't even so much as touched a nipple yet. She know's it's torture as she's teasing my tip with her smooth, moist warmth, until finally she reaches down to adjust the angle with her hand and takes me inside her.

Slowly, slowly, she lifts herself. Up and down, she fucks me.

And I let her take her pleasure from me. Normally when we're in this position, it's the other way. I'm pushing her up from below, and giving her the bruises on her hips that she loves from above, letting her grind on me screaming and grunting until she collapses with cramps and exhaustion. Today, she's moaning too, but her moans are slow, controlled, focused. She lets me feel every inch of myself in her. She looks at me through eyes glazed with pleasure but narrowed in concentration, whispers "do you know... how hard... you feel?"

I'm lost in that gaze. I whisper back "... hard enough to please you, mistress..."

She shudders, her lust momentarily stoked enough to penetrate the façade, and I feel her cum, rippling around me inside of her. Amazingly, she barely misses a beat, continuing to gently ride my full length while her eyes close and her breathing comes in short gasps. When the sensations clear enough for my wife to reply, she looks down at me again and says "you've given me my pleasure, now I want your cum."

And then, she rides hard.

Her hips lift themselves up and crash into me, faster, grinding herself into me with her slick pussy. Her hands hold mine, guiding me to her breasts, her clit, her mouth, all along her skin, her moans and increasingly ragged breathing telling me just how much she's enjoying abandoning all pretense and just letting herself go harder and harder. Lost in another orgasm, she once again pulls my hands to her breasts, and I oblige in playing with her nipples as she navigates the shuddering of her body, but then without warning she pushes my hands down. My wife is looking at me intensely. Her hips are still working, but she leans forward towards me, hands supporting her torso on my shoulders, and where my head is I'm beginning to wonder if I've done something wrong...

And then it's like a cloud clears from her face. She looks happy. Satisfied. Relaxed. She speaks in the most nuturing, calm, gentle voice that penetrates directly through whatever crazy stress and anxiety I've been feeling for so long and just makes me feel like I'm loved and wanted and valued and cared for.

"It's okay," she tells me. "I don't need more. It's okay. You can cum. It's okay."

And deep down inside I realize that even though she's been trying to take care of me, and I've been slowly letting go, I still haven't completely opened up. I've still been trying to give more, even when I had nothing to give. And in that moment, I finally managed to relax.

A few strokes later and I felt myself release inside of her, my cock pulsing as more than a week's worth of cum and what felt like several weeks of frustration and anxiety drains itself from me. My wife cums right alongside me as I moan, not caring anymore about hiding my pleasure. She collapses onto me, sweat pooling between us as we gently kiss and hold each other, hastily clean up with a few tissues, and then cuddle until we fall asleep, spooning, in the dawn light.

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Jealousy and Broom Closets

@colethewolf | AO3 | Cole, I hope you enjoy some AU-ified sexy times with a (teeny tiny) but of cute at the end!

Explicit

When an unknown Alpha starts flirting with Stiles at Derek’s office holiday party, his instincts flare. Before he knows it, he has Stiles in a broom closet so that he can stake his claim.

Derek has always hated work parties. He especially hates work holiday parties; the tacky decorations seem to make everyone just that much more obnoxious. Luckily, he has Stiles, who loves the ridiculous banners and lights, the themed drinks and hors d’oeuvres, the “networking”–which is what he calls making friends with the gossipiest attendees and swapping stories that should really cost some people their jobs. Or at least their marriages. 

It’s also nice that having Stiles with him at these awful events means that he has someone to do the talking when he can’t be bothered to be dragged into another inane exchanges of pleasantries. And it’s good to have a familiar heartbeat to tune into when the noise of a hundred-some-odd people all talking and laughing and eating gets overwhelming. Having someone to talk to about real things, and to dance with, and to make him smile… all benefits of bringing his boyfriend to an overly opulent ballroom to eat overpriced steak and pretend that Barnes from accounting isn’t an asshole.

Right now though, it is not a comfort to have Stiles here. Right now, Derek is trying his level best to keep from shifting and leaping across the room to slash the throat of the man–the Alpha–that is currently leaning into Stiles’ ear to say something that makes him laugh. Derek’s trying to focus on what Edith, the HR woman who must be at least a year or two past retirement age, is saying about her granddaughter, but he’s a little worried that there’s an “I think you’d like her” coming up any minute now. Mostly though, the way Stiles throws his head back when he laughs is distracting. When the other Alpha obviously traces the line of Stiles’ throat with a hungry leer, Derek’s control snaps.

He manages to excuse himself from Edith’s company semi-politely, but when he gets to Stiles he can’t quite keep his hand from gripping tightly at his hip when he wraps his arm around Stiles’ waist in a move that is unquestionably possessive. The aroused spike in Stiles’ scent is extremely gratifying, and the way the other Alpha’s nostrils flare just before his own scent sours with jealousy is even better. Derek hadn’t needed the assurance that Stiles’ interest wasn’t piqued by the other were, but it makes him preen nonetheless.

“Hey, babe. Having fun?” Derek asks, letting a growl into his voice as he runs his nose against Stiles’ temple, marking him as much for his own pleasure as for the sake of sending the other man a clear message.

Stiles hums, his amusement as clear as his desire. “And who is this?” Derek asks, letting his eyes flash ever so briefly at the other as he gives him his attention for the first time. He smirks when the insult registers on the Alpha’s face.

With an aborted snort, Stiles makes introductions. “Der, this is Lance. He’s visiting his aunt… Maura, wasn’t it? She’s in the advertising department.” Stiles nudges Derek with his elbow and an eye-roll, so he offers his hand to Lance.

“Nice to meet you, Lance. Derek Hale.” He knows he probably couldn’t have sounded less sincere if he’d tried, but he makes sure to let his last name hang heavily between them for a beat. Lance blanches slightly before straightening his stance and nodding at Derek, deferring to his status with a tilt of his head that bares his throat; technically, he should have declared his presence in Derek’s territory beforehand, and he knows Derek could cause problems if he were so inclined. 

As it stands, the only thing Derek is really interested in just then is Stiles. More specifically, in getting Stiles naked and writhing on his dick as soon as possible.

“I’m afraid I must steal my mate away now. Enjoy the rest of the party, Lance,” Derek says dismissively, making the man’s name sound mildly insulting as he drags a willing Stiles toward the nearest exit. As soon as they’re out of the ballroom and in the hallway of the hotel, Derek pushes an amused Stiles against a wall and presses a heated kiss against his lips, reveling in the wet drag and pull of Stiles’ eager mouth against his own, and the sweep of his tongue as Stiles claims him right back.

A waiter bustling out of a nearby Employees Only door carrying a tray loaded with bite-sized fruit makes Stiles break the kiss with a startled laugh. Derek barely surpresses a growl at the interruption, and promptly ushers Stiles down a hall and immediately into a supply closet.

Stiles gasps deliciously as Derek hoists him off the ground and begins mouthing at his neck. He winds his legs around Derek’s waist and threads his fingers through Derek’s hair as he angles his neck to allow Derek better access to all the places that make him squirm. “Did you just–mmnf–break the doorknob so we could have s–oh, fuck–please tell me we’re going to have sex, Der.” The last syllable is little more than a broken off moan, as Derek shifts so that their erections are aligned and begins to roll his hips, building friction that borders on torturous.

In answer, Derek licks a long stripe up Stiles neck to nibble at his earlobe, earning him a moan that makes his hard length pulse where it’s pressed against Stiles’, separated by what Derek thinks is far too many layers. “Not if you don’t take off your pants, we aren’t,” Derek rumbles into Stiles’ ear, spurring him into action. Only it isn’t his own pants that Stiles removes; his long fingers fumble at Derek’s belt, then deftly open the button and zipper, mindful of Derek’s arousal even through the fog of his own.

Stiles moans again as he reveals Derek’s cock, untangling himself from Derek and sinking to his knees in one fluid motion, his body dragging along Derek’s, leaving pleasant sparks behind even through their clothes. Stiles barely gets out a mumbled, “Wanna taste you,” before he takes the head of Derek’s dick into his mouth. Derek bites his own fist to keep from howling as the slick warmth of Stiles’ mouth moves along his shaft with each shallow bob of Stiles’ head. He rests his free hand on Stiles’ cheek, his thumb near Stiles’ lips so he can feel where they stretch around him, the rest of his fingers curling around the side of his neck. 

Stiles’ tongue dances along Derek’s frenulum, flicking maddeningly and pushing Derek’s desire ever higher, even as he takes more and more of Derek’s length into his mouth, his clever tongue still rolling against all the right places. Derek is bracing himself against the wall with one arm now, and Stiles’ hands are moving, exploring as his cheeks hollow and release, creating a glorious push and pull that has Derek close to coming in what should probably be an embarrassingly short amount of time but isn’t.

One expert hand teases at the junction where Derek’s thigh meets his groin, trailing down to cup his balls. Stiles rolls them slowly in his palm, and when he rubs his thumb and forefinger on either side of Derek’s seam, it draws a whimper from the back of Derek’s throat. Stiles makes a similar noise around him, and the vibration is a pleasant addition to the sensations that are sweeping through Derek’s body. He’s trying to maintain eye contact with Stiles, trying to keep watching the way his eyelashes flutter, and the way his lips are red and swollen, the obscene tent in his still unopened pants, but it’s too much. He wants to come inside Stiles, wants to mark him, claim him, leave no doubt in the minds of men like Lance that Stiles isn’t available (he knows there would be a lecture in it for him if these particular intentions were known, but sometimes instinct doesn’t bend to correctness), and watching the bob of Stiles’ head and the flex of his throat as he works over Derek’s cock is quickly pushing him toward climax.

The sides of Derek’s shirt fall away where Stiles has apparently unbuttoned them while Derek was distracted, and when Stiles’ other hand finds its way up to Derek’s nipple, scraping lightly over the sensitive peak, he reaches his limit, pulling Stiles up with a growl and taking his mouth in a desperate kiss, demanding an equal response from Stiles with carefully aimed thrusts of his tongue and his hips, and hands that know Stiles’ body as well as his own.

It’s short work to divest Stiles of his belt and have his pants and briefs around his knees. Derek slips a packet of lube from his pocket and uses a claw to slice it open, unwilling to tear his mouth away from Stiles, or remove his other hand from where it is kneading at Stiles’ ass, holding him flush against his chest. Stiles gasps into Derek’s mouth when he presses one lube-slicked finger against Stiles’ entrance,  tapping and rubbing gently, teasing more than preparing, waiting for Stiles to ask for it. To beg.

He shouldn’t be surprised when Stiles teases him first instead. “Lube in your pocket?” Stiles asks on a huff of laughter, his voice gratifyingly breathy. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you–nngh–planned to fuck me in a maintenance closet.” Derek hides a pleased grin in Stiles’ shoulder, maintaining a steady rhythm with the finger circling Stiles’ rim. Waiting for– “Oh, fuck. Please, Der. Please, I need you.”

Hearing how wrecked Stiles sounds sets Derek’s desire ablaze, and it’s only a matter of moments until Derek is working three fingers into Stiles’ slicked hole and Stiles is working himself back and forth in short thrusts, clutching at Derek’s shoulders and practically whining against his neck. Finally, he pants a needy “Der, want you in me,” into Derek’s ear, and Derek releases him, slipping his fingers carefully out of Stiles and kissing him again, all rough and wet and filthy, before spinning him to face the wall and pulling Stiles’ hips toward himself to angle him just right.

Once he checks that Stiles is braced properly against the wall, Derek anchors one hand on Stiles’ shoulder and pushes his cock into Stiles in one slow thrust, gripping his hip before starting to move in earnest, the time for teasing long gone.

The small space fills with the sound of heavy breathing, muttered curses, and pleasured moans. The steady pounding of Derek’s hips meeting Stiles’ ass is a near perfect match for the pulse beating in Derek’s chest. Derek lets his hand glide over Stiles’ hip to reach around and wrap around his leaking cock. Stiles swears and moans loudly, a broken-sounding “Please” falling from his panting mouth. Derek speeds his thrusts, but keeps them deep and hard, angling so he hits Stiles’ prostate everytime his hand strokes up his length. When Stiles comes with a shout of Derek’s name, his spend coating Derek’s fingers as his walls clench around Derek’s cock, Derek lets his control slip and comes into Stiles with a roar that he muffles by biting Stiles’ neck with his human teeth.

He collapses against Stiles’ back, nuzzling into the space between his shoulder blades and trailing kisses over the sweat dappled shirt that clings to him, his hands trailing up and down respectively to wrap around Stiles’ chest. They catch their breath together slowly. Stiles drops one arm from the wall to tangle his fingers with Derek’s, and the world slowly comes back into focus.

When they straighten up, Stiles turns in the circle of Derek’s arm and moves in for a languid kiss. He pulls away with a smile, and it’s particular tilt tells Derek that there’s a smart-ass remark coming. “Sooo,” he begins, and Derek groans in anticipation of what’s coming next. Stiles raises an eyebrow, and Derek knows he’s in trouble. “Mate, huh?”

[watchers-crown]

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Rules: Fill in these 92 statements and tag 10 people Tagged by @whovian1077 Thank you, I love these things!! THE LAST: 1. Drink: Water 2. Phone call: that I didn't answer a friend, that I answered my mum 3. Text Message: Oh cool (not very informative) 4. Song you listened to: Castle on the Hill by Ed Sheeran 5. Time you cried: I think I cried a little while I was arguing with my dad HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: never dated anyone ups 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: haven't kissed anyone 8. Been cheated on: again, no relationships 9. Lost someone special: not really 10. Been depressed: I guess 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS: 12. Blue 13. Turquoise 14. More blue (I don't know the name of different shades) IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: yes 16. Fallen out of love: nope 17. Laughed until you cried: definitely 18. Found out someone was talking about you: I'm not actually sure, but I think so 19. Met someone who changed you: I know I've changed, but it hasn't been thanks to anyone specifically 20. Found out who your friends are: more or less 21. Kissed someone on your facebook list: I don't have Facebook, sorry GENERAL: 22. How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: no facebook 23. Do you have any pets: no, I wish I had a cat 24. Do you want to change your name: no, because even though I don't really like it I'm used to it 25. What did you do for your last birthday: I had an exam ( I know, fun) BEC, I LOVE YOUR BIRTHDAY PLANS, MY GOALS ARE TO DO THAT SOMEDAY 26. What time did you wake up today: 6:00 am, because someone used the bathroom 27. What were doing at midnight last night: reading 28. Name something you can’t wait for: I don't know, I don't really have any plans right now 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 11 days ago 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I want to not be afraid to be myself around other people 31. What are you listening to right now: I'm not listening to anything at the moment 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: not that I recall 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: my dad, because he won't let me sign up for gishwes, because it's aparently dangerous ( I'm so pissed) 34. Most visited website: tumblr RANDOM INFO: 35. Mole/s: I don't think so 36. Mark/s: I have a birthmark in my back and a couple of scars on my knees 37. Childhood dream: I wanted to be either a baker or a magician 38. Hair color: brown 39. Long or short hair: long 40. Do you have a crush on someone: not in real life, otherwise Misha Collins 41. What do you like about yourself: I kinda like my eyes 42: Piercings: none 43: Blood type: no idea 44. Nickname: normally Guaci, sometimes Mara, and a friend has started calling me Shadow 45. Relationship: single 46. Zodiac: cancer 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV show: Supernatural 49. Tattoos: I like tattoos, but I don't think I'm ever getting one 50. Right hand or left hand: right 51. Surgery: only to cut my frenulum 52. Hair dyed in a different color: nope 53. Sport: I've tried different sports, but right now I just do spinning occasionally 54. Vacation: I don't care, I just want to travel, preferably somewhere where I can practise languages 55. Pair of trainers: I’m barefoot right now MORE GENERAL: 56. Eating: pizza and sweet things 57. Drinking: I love frappes and smoothies 58. I’m about to: continue reading 59. Waiting for: Nothing at the moment 60. Want: to make friends with some people I'm with 61. Get married: I don't really mind, I don't marriage actual changes anything in a couple 62. Career: I don't know 63. Hugs or kisses: I love hugs 64. Lips or eyes: Lips, it's something I usually notice 65. Shorter or taller: both, I can't decide 66. Older or younger: usually, my age or older, but I don't really care 67. Nice arms or nice stomach: stomach?? I don't care that much 68. Senstive or loud: I think both 69. Hook up or relationship: relationship 70. Troublemaker or hesitant: I'm usually hesitant, but if you dare me to do something I might surprise myself HAVE YOU EVER: 71. Kissed a stranger: nah 72. Drank hard liquor: I guess like a shot 73. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Thankfully, no 74. Turned someone down: no 75. Sex in the first date: no, In too insecure for that 76. Broken someone’s heart: nope 77. Had your heart broken: never 78. Been arrested: no 79. Cried when someone died: yes 80. Fallen for a friend: nope DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 81. Yourself: sometimes 82. Miracles: Nah 83. Love at first sight: nope, love comes with time 84. Santa Claus: no 85. Kiss on the first date: maybe, I don't know 86. Angels: not religious OTHER: 87. Current best friend’s name: Haizea, I'm not sure if it counts as best friend, but we're close 88. Eye color: brown, but sometimes they look kinda dark greenish 89. Favorite movie: I don't have one 90. Strangest thing in your room: I'm not in my room, and I can't come up with anything. I mean, my sonic screwdriver can look weird to some people 91. Ever visited any countries outside your own: I've bee to some countries in Europe 92. Favorite fantasy creature: I kinda like dragons Sorry this is so long, don't need to do it if you don't want to. Tagging: @woundedtoaster @flannel-wearing-warrior @direwolfblackrose @olympiahell @sherdocwarts @bookworms2018

[toshler]

🌈 tyler’s armpit kink ;-p NSFW obviously

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tyler was supposed to try and block josh from making the basket, but it was hard to concentrate when he was close enough to literally smell him. josh made the basket, breaking into a fit of laughter at tyler’s face.

“josh, stop distracting me” tyler huffed, folding his arms.

“whatever, you love it” josh retorted. he gets extra feisty when he’s playing competitive sports. tyler glared at him. it really wasn’t his fault, but he knew tyler’s weaknesses and used it to his advantage. 

it happened again, when tyler had the ball this time. josh was behind tyler, trying to steal the ball from him. josh pawed at his sides trying to swipe the ball out of his hands, and tyler smelled that josh scent again. it always became more pronounced when he was sweating, with adrenaline and blood pulsing through him. and tyler knew that scent very well. every time, he’d get flashbacks to when they were intimate and swoon. each time, that feeling got more intense and he had to suppress it while they weren’t alone. he passed the ball when he got the chance and shoved josh away. 

when they were alone in the locker room showers, tyler backed josh up against the wall immediately. josh let him take control when they were alone. he knew better than to interfere when tyler got like this, and it usually meant good things were coming for him anyway. tyler nuzzled his neck before kissing there, soft and sensual. when he brought his face up to look at josh, his eyes were hooded. he licked his lips before crashing them to josh’s, begging entrance with his tongue. josh invited it, eagerly pushing his tongue into tyler’s mouth and pulling his hips against his to grind their hard cocks together through basketball shorts. 

they broke apart to strip, and tyler stole josh’s sweaty tank to put in his bag for when they weren’t together. he’d have josh’s comforting scent with him everywhere he went. josh turned the water on, but tyler stopped him before he got under it. “lift your arms” tyler said, voice demanding yet vulnerable. josh was leaning against the tiles with tyler standing in front of him. he obediently lifted his arms, putting them on his head and displaying himself. tyler gazed up and down his body, and experimentally traced his fingers down the tattoo on josh’s bicep to where it ended. it was sensitive and oddly pleasurable, raising goosebumps and causing his stomach to involuntarily contract. tyler was gauging his reaction, face close to his and sharing breaths. josh closed his eyes as tyler’s slender fingers traveled closer to his underarm region, undeniably full of personal pheromones that tyler was after. josh chewed his bottom lip, breath picking up and eyes drifting down tyler’s body through the steam. 

in one swift movement, tyler held josh’s arms up while nuzzling his perfect nose into josh’s armpit, nuzzling and licking. the feeling was so unusually ticklish yet arousing for josh that he became impossibly harder. there were so many nerve endings that seemed to be connected to his dick. his mind drifted to all the times he’d ask tyler to check if he smelled during shows, lifting his arms. he wondered if that triggered his kink, but nonetheless, armpit worshiping became a regular part of their foreplay. josh embraced it, because it was hot seeing tyler so horny, and it always led to cock play directly after. 

tyler moved to his nipple, flicking the hard little nub with his tongue before moving to the next one. “good?” tyler asked, craving josh’s husky voice. “mm yeah” josh responded without hesitation, running his fingers through tyler’s hair. his nipples were sensitive, seemingly connected to his cock and tyler took advantage of this. he nuzzled josh’s chest when he replied, practically drunk off of him. his scent, voice, the way his chest vibrated as he spoke, the taste of his skin, everything. tyler slowly lowered down josh’s ethereal body, planting several kisses along the way until he reached the fleshy member jutting out towards him, begging for attention. tyler looked up at him and giggled, almost childlike with his crinkly eyes and crooked tooth grin. his hair was matted with sweat and humidity and cheeks flushed with both heat and arousal. josh grinned back.

“someone’s needy” tyler teased, grabbing the base of josh’s cock and rubbing his lips over the head before kissing it. josh let out a little moan that echoed. tyler licked up his shaft, coating it in a layer of spit before wrapping his lips around the head. 

“unn..fuck, ty” josh moaned as he looked down, watching his entire length become engulfed by tyler’s hot mouth. tyler stared up at him with dark eyes that were slightly tearing up from josh’s tip pressed to the back of his throat. josh just stared, mouth open and eyes almost shut in both pleasure and immense need. tyler’s eyes finally clenched shut and he made a soft gagging sound before pulling all the way off. he quickly pumped josh in and out of his fist with the added layer of spit that seemed to spill from his lips. 

“ohhh my god, tyler” josh moaned, hips twitching under tyler’s tight fist. tyler hummed in response, taking josh’s cock back in his mouth and sucking. he grabbed josh’s hips with both hands and took complete control, bobbing his head back and forth and sucking like josh’s cum was the antidote. he loved seeing josh like this, just a sensitive, twitching, moaning mess. 

“baby, i’m gonna cum” josh barely managed to get out. he gasped when tyler’s tongue flicked wildly over his frenulum and white oozed from the tip before spurting onto tyler’s forehead. tyler laughed, teasing the rest out with his tongue and mouth while jerking him slowly with his hand. 

“what about you?” josh asked, pointing at tyler’s painful looking boner. 

“come sit on my cock, joshie” tyler suggested. he laid on his back, holding his cock and touched his thigh, “right here.” josh was a good listener. he stood over him, one foot on either side of tyler’s hips, and carefully squatted over tyler’s member. tyler used spit to get the head of his cock very slick since there was no prep. it was likely that josh was still loose from their anal play in the dressing room before their show. they liked to always be ready for each other when the time called. 

tyler lined himself up with josh’s entrance, and to his surprise, the head slipped in fairly easily. josh glanced at tyler to make sure he was ready, then eased down. it was tight in all the right ways, and tyler was gone. 

“bounce on it, josh.” tyler moaned. josh wrapped his arms around his knees with them apart and began bouncing up and down ever-so-slightly. tyler cried out, bucking his hips up meet him and nudging his prostate. 

“ahhh, so good” josh moaned, picking up speed. his bouncing became less shallow, and he was taking full, deep thrusts from tyler now. 

“could you cum again from just my cock in your ass?” tyler asked out of a morbid curiosity. 

“of course, it’d just take more time. i’m more worried about getting you off before people start wondering why we’re taking so long” josh admitted, bouncing harder. 

“ohh” tyler said in a half-answer, half-moan. to speed things up, he put his hands under josh’s ass and began bucking his hips as fast as he could. josh held still, trying not to get another boner as tyler used his body to get off. the sounds of skin slapping and half-choked moans echoed in the room, partially covered by running water that was starting to turn cold. soon enough, tyler let go with a final thrust and josh met it, sitting completely down and grinding on tyler’s cock. josh was sporting a semi-hard on, but the cold water helped to quell it as they hurried with their shower. 

“what took you guys so long??” one of their crew asked as they came to the tour bus quite a bit later. 

“oh, me and josh were just making out” tyler answered with a cheeky little smile.