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aemondapologistfrfr · 2 months

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The Usual

aegon x sister!reader x aemond //

male!pleasurehouse!worker x reader (beginning only)

Summary: Y/n seeks solace in the form of pleasure and goes to the only place where she can receive it anonymously. She had never expected to find herself in this current situation.

Warnings: 18+ pleasure house, drinking, oral (f + m receiving), swearing, fingering, loss of virginity, aegon corrupting his siblings, p in v

Authors Note: no plot :), male pleasure house worker is not described in any sort of detail

Word Count: 2.9k

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I don’t often act on such primal instincts but tensions have been so high around the Red Keep lately I’m looking for an escape. I pull a cloak tightly around my body and slip into the tunnels. I click the door shut behind me and listen for others. All I hear are the faint squeak of rats and I’m soon dashing down the hallway.

The rest of the halls are clear and I’m quickly down the steps making my way to the side exit. Once the crisp night air kisses my skin I breathe out in relief. I keep my head down and enter the crowded streets. My surroundings become more depraved and raw the deeper into the city I go.

No one looks twice at me as I slip the through streets trying to find my destination. My heart starts to pound in anticipation for what’s to soon come. My face is flushed and not from the walk when I finally stop in front of a large wooden door. I knock and am let in on the second rise of my fist. The door thuds behind us as I take in familiar surroundings. Moans of pleasure and laughter fill the dim space as the woman takes me deeper into the establishment.

“Princess Y/n, it’s been awhile.” the woman bows her head. “The usual?” she tilts her head with a soft smile and I nod my head.

She escorts me behind a curtain and leaves me. I discard my cloak and sit down on the bed rolling my shoulders. A male walks in with wine and two glasses. He fills them generously and offers one to me. I take a sip while looking him over and admiring his features.

“It would be my honor to help you relax, my Princess.” he licks his lips.

“Mm, would it?” I smile looking at him with low lashes.

“Very much,” he nods his head.

I finish the cup and set it on the table next to me and look at him expectantly. He sets his cup down and stalks over to me on the bed. His hands cup my cheeks as he towers over me. He dips down to bring his lips to mine and I turn my head chuckling.

“No kissing,” I shake my head.

“Can I kiss you other places?” his breath fans across my neck.

“Of course, how else would you help me relax?” I gasp as his tongue darts across my neck.

“And your other rules then?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

“We’re not having sex.” I murmur trying to assess his reaction and it seems as if he’s not bothered by it.

“Can I take your dress off?” he asks as his hands move to the strings at my back.

“Yes,” I nod my head.

He removes my dress quickly and lays me back on the bed. His hands slowly move up to my breasts softly kneading them. I lay back on the bed and shut my eyes as his fingers dig into my tender flesh. I moan as he teases my nipples before his tongue licks across them. He kisses down my navel and I gasp as his tongue circles my clit.

“Would you like me to kiss you here, Princess?” I look down at him with red cheeks and nod my head.

“Please yes,” I breathlessly sigh as his tongue lashes against me.

My hand grabs onto his hair as I grind against his face. My chest heaves as I chase his tongue waiting for my pleasure to take over. Whimpers fall from my mouth as my thighs quake around his head. I close my eyes as-

“Let’s find you someone else.” my eyes shoot open. I know that voice. “Y/n?” Aegons voice suddenly lost all sense of humor.

I feel my cheeks heat and I have to bite my lip to stop whimpering as the man never stops no matter how hard I pull his hair. Aegon looks at me with wide eyes as I buck against this man’s mouth. Aemond stands nude next to him and my eyes trail over every inch. A whine breaks through my lips and Aegon pulls the man off of me.

“Hey what the f- my King,” the man bows and runs out of the room shutting the curtain behind him leaving us three.

“What are you doing here?” Aegon tilts his head with a smirk on his face.

“Obviously I didn’t come here for tea,” I huff closing my legs. “And what are you two doing?” I sit up looking to them curiously as a smirk forms on my lips.

“Aemond here was-“

“Enough, Aegon.” Aemond says through his teeth as Aegon bursts into giggles.

“It seems as if Aegon has interrupted both of our pleasures,” I roll my eyes as Aemonds cheeks flush.

“I liked interrupting yours more.” he sprawls on the bed next to me. “Tell me sister, do you let them fuck this perfect cunt?” he smiles as his hand grabs my thigh spreading my legs open once more.

“No.” I shake my head as I spread my legs wider.

“You just make these poor men come in here and eat you then have them leave? You torturous woman.” he chuckles lowly as his fingers slide through my wetness.

“Aegon,” I gasp as he circles my clit.

“What about me and Aemond? Can we fuck you?” his voice rough as his fingers slide down to my core.

“Yes.” I nod my head as he dips a long finger into me.

“Alright Aemond come here,” Aegon jerks his head in his direction. “I’m gunna show you how-“

“I know how to please a woman,” Aemond says angrily.

“Mm, do you?” I try to control my breathing as Aegon continues to pump his finger into me. “Make Y/n come then,” Aegon taunts him.

Aemond stalks over to the bed and pulls me to the edge. I gasp as Aegons fingers slip out of me and soon Aemond is lowering his mouth towards me. His tongue brushes against my sensitive bud and I cry out. My hips jerk off the bed as he holds my thighs open against the bed.

Aegon brushes my hair out of my face as he watches Aemond lick me. My fingers thread into his soft hair as I whimper above him. His tongue dips down and circles my core and I buck against his nose. A shiver cuts through my chest as he slips his tongue into me.

“Aemond,” I whine as I fall apart against his face. He pulls back and looks down at me with a blown pupil.

“I’m impressed,” Aegon hums before he pulls me back up the bed. “I wish to try now as well.” he smiles before moving down the bed.

He wastes no time attaching his mouth to me. His tongue is quick and frantic and has me gasping quickly. My legs twitch around him and he chuckles into me. He laps up my wetness while always returning to swirl around my clit. As his lips encase me he dips his finger back into me. My breath catches as he begins to move it in rhythm with his tongue.

“Aegon, yes,” I cry as I burst around his finger as he continues to pump into me. He slowly sits up and I open my eyes and look up to them as my chest continues to rise and fall.

“Why did you not come to one of us?” Aemond asks brushing my hair back.

“Indeed,” Aegon agrees as he begins to remove his clothes finally.

“I don’t come here all that often, normally I’m fine on my own.” I bite my lip as I take in Aegon as he crawls back on the bed.

“Don’t tell me you touch yourself in bed down the hall from me,” he groans as his length bounces against his stomach.

“It’s not like I can do as I please like you and come here.” I pout looking to him.

“Oh no, I don’t spend my nights here,” he smiles widely. “I prefer much more depravity than this, but we can save that for another night.” he chuckles as I squirm.

“Have you fucked anyone besides that woman?” Aegon tries to control his laughter as he looks to Aemond. He rises in anger and I reach out for his hand to pull him back down to us so he doesn’t leave.

“Aegon must you always tease him?” I narrow my eyes at him.

“I just wanted to let him fuck you first. So he can feel how good it can truly feel as you come around him.” Aegon smiles as he watches us both blush at his words.

“Is that what you want?” Aemond looks to me as his hand slides up my thighs.

“Please, Aemond.” I nod looking up to him.

He dips down and captures my lips. His mouth is soft against mine as he coaxes my mouth open and slips his tongue inside. I whine into his mouth as he grinds against me. His length slides through my wetness as I buck against him. Aemond kisses down my neck as I softly gasp as he humps into me.

“Are you ready?” he asks lining himself up with my entrance.

“Yes,” he begins to fill me slowly as I mewl.

“Gods,” Aemond breathes out deeply as his fingers dig into my hips.

“Bet she feels divine.” Aegon hums watching us.

“So good,” Aemond pants as his holds his hips still. I slowly begin to relax around him and move my hips slightly. Aemond groans rolling his hips pulling a whimper from me. He starts to pump in and out of me as I look up at him with pleasure filled eyes.

“Please, Aem,” I whine trying to buck my hips faster.

His hips snap into mine stealing my breath. Moans pour from my mouth as his hips start to push into me faster. I cry out as Aegon chuckles. I let my head lull to the side and see Aegon stroking himself watching us. Aemond grabs my chin and turns me back to him.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you.” he grunts pounding into me.

I can barely keep my eyes open at his brutal pace. I clench around him as I feel my pleasure coiling. He crashes his lips to mine as his hips continue to roll into me after every snap. I cry out as my orgasm washes through me and I feel his hips stutter as he begins to fill me.

Aemond pulls out and collapse next to me on the bed. Aegon trails his hands between my thighs as I squeeze them shut. His finger ghosts across my sensitive clit and a whimper instantly falls from my mouth. Aegon continues his movements as my legs hold his hand hostage.

“Gunna come again?” he licks across my neck and I can feel his smile.

“Yes,” I whine as my nails dig into his arm.

Aemond attaches to one of nipples as Aegon continues with his fingers. I pant as they shower me with pleasure as my body begins to hum. My high washes through me as both of their names fall between pants.

“Want you to milk my cock like you did for Aemond.” Aegon murmurs into my neck.

Aegon settles between my legs as Aemond moves to my other nipple. Aegon slowly pushes into me causing me to arch up into Aemonds mouth. He fills me a bit more and my eyes roll into the back of my head. He snaps his hips into me causing me to scoot up the bed. Aemond looks to Aegon annoyed and sits back.

“I want to her all to myself once.” he shrugs before he starts to roughly pound into me.

I’m thankful we’re in a pleasure house because there’s no where else my moans belong. He grabs one of my legs and pulls it up and I reel at the new angle. Tears prick at my eyes as I start to pulse around him.

“That was quick,” he rasps as he starts a slower pace to keep his composure.

My body is humming with pleasure as he continues to rock into me. His pelvis brushes against my clit with every thrust pulling a soft gasp from my lips. Suddenly he’s slamming into me again and I cry out. He pulls my other leg up and pushes them against my chest. The new depth has my head spinning as my orgasm bursts through me. His hips slam into mine as he fills me.

“Fucking perfect,” he falls to the bed next to me breathing heavily.

I look to the ceiling as I try to calm my breathing. My legs are still shaking as pleasure still courses through me. I feel their release between my thighs as I squeeze them shut. Aemond turns my face towards him and pulls me into a bruising kiss.

“You’re not to take another, only us.” I nod my head at his words against my lips.

“Why must you insist on using that ancient language?” Aegon groans from beside us.

“I told her not to take another.” his words annoyed before he takes my lips for his own again and I feel his hardened length press against my thigh.

“Aemond you dog, already trying to fuck her again?” Aegon laughs next to us smiling widely.

“Aegon,” I warn turning my head to him.

“My name on your lips while his cock brushes against you is absolutely sinful.” his tongue darts across his lips as he looks me over.

Aegons hand grabs my face as he pushes his lips into mine. He bites down on my lip before shoving his tongue in my mouth as I gasp. As Aegon lifts up for air Aemond pulls me to him as pushes his tongue against mine. I sigh into his kiss as his tongue caresses mine. My body jolts as both of their hands start to spread my legs.

Aegons fingers swirl around my sensitive bud while Aemond pushes two long fingers into me. He curls his fingers and I arch off the bed as they offer me pleasure. They take turns passing my lips back to one another and soon I’m bursting across their hands.

“Such a good girl for us.” Aegon coos as my legs shake.

My chest heaves as they brush their fingertips all over my body. I squeak as Aemond flips me on to my stomach. He lifts my hips as I feel the bed dip behind me. He grabs my hips as he moves his tip around my dripping core. I push back against him and he slips inside and I bury my head into the bed. I turn my head as I sob at each thrust.

Aemond pulls me up against his chest and my head falls back to his shoulder. I hear Aegon moaning below us and I open an eye to see him bucking into his hand. Aemond roughly squeezes one of my breasts as he plows up into me. Aegon moves to sit in front of us before he nods at Aemond behind me. He lets go of my breast and lowers me back down to Aegons lap.

My head rests against his thigh as I watch him fist his length. I reach my hand out to replace his and he lets out a low groans as I wrap my hand around him. I let out a whine as Aemond snaps into me particularly hard. I bring his leaking tip to my mouth and give it an experimental lick.

“Fuck, Y/n” Aegons hips jerk into my mouth.

I moan around him as he slides between my lips. Aemond continues to push into me with his fingers digging into my flesh. My movements on Aegon are sloppy but he doesn’t seem to mind as whimpers falls from his mouth. I steady myself on his thighs as I try to offer more pleasure as mine begins to course through me. I come around Aemond but that doesn’t stop him from continuing to chase his.

I moan around Aegon as I feel my pleasure overwhelming me. I feel him twitch as he starts to fill my throat. I pull back licking my lips looking at his blissed out face. Aemonds hips begin to falter as he brings a hand around my front to circle against my bud. I go taught against him as my vision blurs and I collapse to the bed.

“You did so good.” Aemonds voice is low as he pets my hair.

“So perfect and just for us.” Aegon smiles trailing his hand up my side.

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cubffections · 4 months

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𑁥౿ 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂 — jing yuan.

۫ ּ 𓂅⋆ cw. nsfw, 18+ ! fem, sub! reader. yuanie yearnin' lik crazi + he calls u songbird :c ( v self indulged . . mayb gibberish . . it's 6 am gud nite . . )

jing yuan’s thumb hooks around the corner of your mouth, your tongue rolling out to greet his cock home. your pretty doe eyes are expectant as you tap his blushing tip on your eager tongue, such a devastating contrast from the glare that you wear whenever he comes to visit your shop. how cute, the more defiant you act the more he finds his cock aching to fuck it out of you.

he watches with amused eyes as you swirl your tongue around in movement he already has memorized. you’ll start by licking down his tip to pressing wet kiss upon the sides, an action he likes to highlight when you prep yourself to swallow down his dick. it’s unfortunate really— no matter how much he studies your methods he still can't remember when his groans and grunts began pouring out his pursed lips.

“this cat and mouse game is getting quite old, don't you think?” he muses, his eyes shut with a sly grin creeping up the general’s lips. “be my wife. how long will you continue to resist me, songbird?” he inquired, his remaining words dissolving into a breathy groan as his cock gets caught against the ridges of your throat.

“maybe another hundred years, you're tempting me general.” you bite after sliding his cock out the comforts of your throat, fisting him at a quick pace that had him gripping at the arm of his chair. “don't deprive me like that darling, even i can lose my patience.” the general sighs out, his hips bucking into your grip with need. his fingers run through your hair before he caresses your cheek, lingering for a couple seconds as he traces your face with affection.

he needs you like no other, even if its tomorrow or another century, he doesn't mind. he’s already been yours.

he lets out a low breath. “open up.” his voice is firm with the commanding lilt that you’ll never admit made you weak in the knees. though it's not like you need to, he knew everything about you anyway.

shortly after your mouth parted the head of his cock pushed against the corner of your pouty lips. there’s a unwavering eye contact established as he slides himself back inside, now standing bent over his desk as he fucks into your throat with nothing but desire. the feverish feeling of him using your throat for his sole pleasure has your panties feeling damp and soiled, craving more of the man in front of you.

it’s abrupt when he pulls out again, there's not much time for you to protest when he’s soon pressing your back against his desk as he towers over you. he huffs slowly as he admires you, mind occupied with you only. he lines his cock up against your cunt, measuring himself before tapping a finger underneath your belly button.

“focus .. i’ll be hitting here, songbird” jing yuan hums, a teasing smile evident on his face. “so don't go flying away now.”

#ꪆ 、𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 . ꒱ྀི #can't believe i wrote tis .#jing yuan #jing yuan smut #jing yuan hsr #jing yuan honkai star rail #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #hsr smut #hsr x reader #hsr x you

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evanpetersmybf · 8 months

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Be mine?

Tate Langdon x female!reader

Summary: Meeting you was his destiny. He had to make you his so he could feel alive... It was meant to be.

Genre: Smut.

Word count: 3,172

Warnings: Virgin and inexperienced reader, mentions of bullying, self-harm (just once and is nothing detailed), obsessive and stalkish behavior, swearing, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected p in v and cumshot.

A/N: English isn't my first language and this is my first time writing smut, so sorry if it sucks or if I have grammatical mistakes or something TT. Btw, also sorry if Tate's out of character. Anyways, hope you enjoy it!

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Tate had another bad day. It was the usual. Bullying, failed tests, the teacher humiliating him after he couldn’t solve a simple equation on the chalkboard, his mother scolding him. Nothing seemed new, and it seemed that nothing wasn’t going to change at any point.

He needed something, a reason to live, something to make him feel alive. Because he was dead. Dead in life, which in his own opinion, was even worse than being a rotten corpse.

He headed to the music store after secretly stealing some of his mom’s money, just a few bucks; the enough amount to buy a vinyl or some CD’s. Tate was sort of a music elitist, always believing that the artists nowadays just created pure, hollow, and trashy songs. In fact, he didn’t believe those could even be considered music.

Walking around the nearly empty store, rummaging through the shelves filled with Nirvana vinyl’s, someone bumped into him.

“Oh, sorry.” You spoke, after accidentally taking too many steps back and bumping into Tate’s behinds.

He frowned, somewhat annoyed at you for disturbing his moment of peace. The blonde turned around to look at who it was, scanning your body from head to toe, taking note of your appearance. Then, his dark eyes drifted to the sign that was on top the shelf, which indicated the musical genre of the records that were on that rack. Alternative pop. His gaze went to the album you were hugging to yourself.

“Cry Baby? What type of crap is that?”

“Huh, excuse me?”

“Never mind, you won’t understand.” Tate talked in such a volatile and rude manner, already feeling superior because of his likes.

You arched an eyebrow. What was his problem? You did nothing to him and yet he was here, judging your amazing music taste.

“Well, people’s free to like whatever they want to, hmm?”

“Uh, yeah, but what’s the point of that if everything is so generic?”

“Have you ever listened to Melanie Martinez at least once?”

He shook his head no, still scowling, now fidgeting with a ring that was on one of his fingers.

“Have you listened to Nirvana?”

“Just like… Two songs?”

“Don’t tell me. Smells Like Teen Spirit?”

“Guilty.”

Tate rolled his eyes. What was going on with this generation? What happened to good music, to the greatest artists? Why was everyone just listening to trash?

After sharing your names and a few more words, debating about who was right and who wasn’t, you placed one of your hands over his right shoulder, as an attempt to stop his rant of how superior he was. And indeed, it worked. The teen stopped venting and stared at you, all confused and a bit uncomfortable. You noticed it and quickly stepped back, apologizing for touching him without permission. He told you it was okay, that you just surprised him. But deep down, that simple yet complex touch meant a lot to Tate, even if it was absolutely nothing to you.

For the first time he felt something more than sorrow.

“So… What do you think of this? I’ll make you listen to some songs by Melanie and other artists, and I’ll listen to your beloved beautiful grunge music.” You said those last words in a mocking way.

Tate huffed, clearly offended by the way you referred to his taste. Nevertheless, in the end he agreed with you.

After paying the stuff you two picked, both of you went to Tate’s place. As you walked next to him, your fingers brushed his, making his cheeks turn a light shade of red and his heart flutter. He felt dizzy, not sure about what was going on.

In his house, he took you to his room. The boy didn’t want his mother to see you, otherwise she’d be too nosy and probably scare you and push you away from him, and that was the last thing he wanted.

“Get comfy.” He mused, extending his hand as if inviting you to take a seat wherever you feel to.

“Thanks.” You sat on the floor, using one of the sides of the bed as a support for your back. He did the same and sat right next to you.

He was nervous. So damn nervous and excited. He brought a pretty chick to his place. The Tate Langdon, the outcast, the bullied, that Tate Langdon was in the same room with a girl? He couldn’t believe it.

“Ladies first.” Tate pointed the record-player with his thumb, and you obeyed, placing the CD in it. The music started playing.

“We could’ve used Spotify, y’know?”

“Nah, I don’t like it. I prefer the old school.”

‘Cry Baby’ was the first track that was listened to.

He squinted his eyes and rubbed his chin, analyzing the sounds, the melody, the harmony and of course the lyrics.

Although it wasn’t his style, you definitely were. The way you looked, talked, walked. How you stood up for your beliefs and didn’t allow him to step on you (even if you just discussed about music). It was new for him. He craved your independence. He craved you.

That was the very moment when he realized that you were the thing he was looking for all his life. You were the one who was meant to be his, he was meant to be yours. It was destiny. Tate truly believed it was some kind of divine prophecy, and he wasn’t going to let you go.

He was so immersed in his mind that he didn’t pay attention to the song anymore. He was solely focused on you, remembering how warm and kind your touch was, how sweet your voice was. ‘Oh, she’s mine’, he thought.

“So… That was the first track. Its name’s Cry Baby. Did you like it?”

Tate snapped out of it and bit his bottom lip. He didn’t listen to your question.

“I’m sorry, what did you?—”

“Did you like the song?”

“Ah, yeah yeah. It’s quite… Innovative. I’ve never heard something like that.”

You smiled and clapped your hands. “Of course! She’s such a genius. Let’s finish the album, hm?”

He just nodded, as a little smirk appeared on his face.

The days flew by, and Tate asked you out on many friendly dates. Or at least that’s what you thought because you were so oblivious at the fact that he had a fat crush on you.

With every hang out, you noticed that Tate was lonely. Like, really lonely. Maybe that’s why he was so clingy with you.

He told you about his family, about how annoying Constance was, about his siblings and about how his father left him behind. He also mentioned the bullying he suffered and almost talked about the self-harm but stopped himself.

Both of you grew closer, as his obsession.

Since you went to a different school, he would skip class and infiltrate your campus just to see you. He couldn’t stand being away from you. And if he did, his mind was full of you, thinking of you all day, unable to focus on his homework and tests. Tate didn’t care anymore if he failed subjects, as long as you were next to him, he was happy and alive.

The void he once felt, was now fulfilled with your mere presence. You could step on him, and he would thank you. In his twisted little mind, you were free to have everything of him.

He was willing to do anything to keep you by his side. The thought of losing was so terrifying that it would make him throw up.

Tate learned every single detail about you. Your mannerisms, your likes and dislikes, your dreams, and your fears. Everything. And that includes your schedule since you wake up, and since you go to sleep.

That was his definition of love. No one ever taught him about how to express it, and he ended up being the way he was with you.

One day he invited you over to his place. The Langdon's house was empty, and he was going to take advantage of it. No doubt.

“Your mom isn’t home?” You questioned as you followed him behind, going upstairs straight to his bedroom. Little did you know this wasn’t going to be another afternoon of playing board games while listening to some music.

“Nah, dunno where she went but she won’t be back any time soon.” He shrugged and let you inside of his private space,

You went to lay down on bed, feeling relief in your aching back after a long day at school. “Damn, I need some rest!”

Tate chuckled softly and sat on the edge, looking at you as you closed your eyes and tried to relax. He was focused on your steady and calm breathing, on how your breasts went up and down with every inhalation and exhalation. His eyes stared at your lips, at how kissable they looked. He felt a sudden desire, the intense urge to make you his. Feeling conflicted, he shook his head and tried to distract himself, pretending to ignore how aroused he was getting.

He wasn’t going to say it out loud, but of course he already had some wet dreams of you. He imagined you beneath him, your precious body shivering and responding to his touch, to his kisses. Your cunt wet and ready for him, just how he wanted to.

“Y/N…” Tate cooed, unable to hold back any longer.

“Yeah?” You opened one of your eyes and spotted him, sitting on the bed with his fists clenched over his thighs, while his breathing looked kinda rapid. “You ‘kay?”

“No.”

“Uh? What’s wrong?” You reincorporated and sat straight beside his warm figure. Your right hand touched his left, rubbing it up and down with your thumb.

Tate shoved you to the bed, pinning your arms above your head and holding them tight.

His breathing pattern was no longer normal. It was a heavy one.

His dark brown eyes locked with yours. Your orbs were wide, not understanding what the hell was going on. Or maybe you did but were in denial.

“Please. I want you.” He purred, seeing you with puppy eyes, the ones he knew you couldn’t resist.

“Hahah, you funny.”

He let out a frustrated whine, almost begging on his knees for you to get the hint.

“I’m not kidding. Pretty please. I need you.”

“Do you mean…?” You raised your head a few centimeters to look at his crotch in order to confirm your suspicions. Your cheeks had a cute blush as soon as you noticed Tate’s erection restrained by his jeans. It looked painful, and it actually was.

“Yes. I want to. Please, I truly need it. Please, please, please?” His voice was shaky and low, a needy desperate whisper. “Can I?”

This wasn’t what you expected for today. You saw Tate as a best friend, but you couldn’t deny he was handsome… And that he already provoked butterflies in your stomach before.

Hesitantly, you gave a shy nod with your head, giving him consent to continue. “But Tate… I’ve never done this before, I dunno what to do, I—” You trailed off, being cut off mid-sentence when Tate placed his lips over yours. The kiss was slow and tender, not rough at all. Your bottom lip was between his, as he nibbled it with extreme care to not hurt you.

After some seconds, he pulled apart and led his hand towards the side of your face, brushing some hairs away. “Don’t ya worry, princess. Leave it all to me, hm? I’ll be gentle. Unless you don’t want me to.” With that being said, he leaned into your neck, pressing his mouth on your sensitive flesh. He left sweet kisses, making you hum as you melted under him.

His lips continued to tease your skin, leaving some little bites between every kiss, trailing down to your collarbone. Tate stopped there and helped you get rid of your blouse, tossing it aside and continued his journey, this time kissing your sternum while his right hand cupped one of your breasts, kneading it gently over the fabric of your bra. He pulled down the straps and took off the piece of lingerie, setting your tits free.

The cold air hit you and your nipples perked up, looking ravishing and making him desire you even more.

He introduced one of the hardened buds into his warm mouth, sucking it greedily and making lewd wet sounds as he did so. His left rubbed the other nipple in circles, taking it with his thumb and index, pulling it and pinching it.

“Hmph… Huh…” You let out soft whimpers, slightly arching your back meanwhile he abused your breasts.

Tate stopped after some minutes, letting go of your nipple and looking at you, grabbing your chin and tilting your head to the side. He approached your ear and whispered, “You like this?”

“Yes…” You begged. Your voice was already ragged and shaky.

Instinctively, you pressed your thighs together, rubbing them as a pathetic try to feel some relief. Tate realized it and spread your legs with one of his hands. He took his digits right to your clothed pussy, eagerly rubbing the spot where your clit was.

“Someone’s already wet? Cute.” He giggled and took off his striped sweater, throwing it away. He positioned himself between your limbs and pulled down your pants, mesmerized as he saw your damp panties. Tate continued rubbing your bundle of nerves over the fabric of your underwear, still fascinated at how humid you were.

This was the moment he had been waiting for the past weeks. He wasn’t going to need to jerk off to your photos anymore, because now he would be able to jerk off to your tits in person.

Tate removed the last barrier that was stopping him from touching your womanhood directly. He pulled them down to your ankles and you helped him to get rid of it by shaking your feet.

He got closer to your cunt and placed your legs over his shoulder, spreading your folds with two of his large digits, blowing some air at the sensitive meat. Finally, he started sucking on your swollen clitoris, enjoying the feeling of your dampness against his face.

“Mmh…” He moaned, still toying with the nub. You grabbed him by the hair, not thinking about what you were doing. You just let yourself go and pulled him closer to your pussy, wanting to feel more. Your body twitched, unconsciously bucking your hips against his mouth that was currently making slurping sounds.

His attention changed and was now on your slit, teasing just the entrance with his hot tongue, while his nose rubbed against your clit. He lapped your pretty cunt, savoring your juices as if they were a delicacy.

Looking at your adorable face contorting in pleasure, he introduced his ring finger into your wet, tight hole. It was a slow and kind movement because the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. He slipped it deeper, pumping it in and out with care, increasing speed after a few seconds once he saw you comfortable. “Tell me if it hurts…”

“Mhm… It feels nice. Huh…” Your melodic whimpers and moans were just too much for him. He could listen to you for the rest of his days and never get tired of you.

Without further ado, he introduced his middle finger, now finger-fucking you with two. Tate’s thumb was also working wonders on your lil’ bundle of nerves in circular motion.

She was clenching around Tate’s large fingers, that he curled inside of her, hitting the right spot to make you squirm and feel a new and foreign sensation in your lower belly.

“Fuck it, I can’t wait anymore.”

He undid his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers, quickly getting rid of them and letting them fall to the wooden floor.

You just stared in awe; it was the first time you saw one in real life.

Tate grabbed his hardened cock and stroked it a few times on top of you, finding amusing your silly reaction. The reddish tip was glistening with pre-cum, which he used as lube. He spat at your pussy and rubbed his slick saliva with two digits, before finally thrusting his dick.

He did it slowly, beginning with the head. Eventually, he pushed his entire length, hitting your cervix and stretching you out for the first time.

“Fuck, you’re so tight!” Even if he was taking the lead, he was a whiny mess, vocal and loud.

He continued pounding into you, his gaze never leaving your face. Tate loved how you rolled your eyes to the back of your head and how your little mouth was letting out such nasty sounds.

The room was filled with slapping and wet sounds, created by his skin slapping against yours, his balls always hitting you with every stab. Again, he placed your legs on his wide shoulders to have a better angle and pump into you deeper than before.

His big veiny hands were roaming all over your body, specifically your breasts. Within minutes, he developed an addiction to them. Probably because of his mommy issues? He grabbed them roughly, tweaking both of your nipples as he fucked you mercilessly.

Tate lolled his head as he felt your hole gripping him tight. Very tight.

He increased the pace and moaned your name, begging you to squeeze him tighter.

“Oh, please, please, please!” The blonde kept whining. He left one of his hands taking care of your nipples, while the other went back to torture your clit. He stroked it in circles, and then up and down, applying the enough amount of pressure to make you beg for more.

“Tate, I feel like I’m—”

“It’s okay, let it go, mhm?”

You couldn’t hold yourself any longer and squirted all over him, coating his lower body with your warm fluids.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, gonna cum!” Tate pulled out from your cunt and pumped his cock with his hand finishing with a loud moan. His hot sticky white cum coated your breasts and abdomen, creating an incredible sight that he always imagined.

All spent, Tate threw himself next to you on the bed, pulling a blanket to cover both of you as he filled your pretty face in candy pecks.

“Did it hurt? First time usually does.” He looked at you, concerned for your wellbeing. “I was too rough?”

You laughed and shook your head no, caressing his messy locks with your fingers, tenderly scratching his scalp. “Don’t worry, I’m fine, really.”

Tate smiled at you and kissed you on the lips, “You’re so pretty, Y/N.”

You hugged him from behind, him being the little spoon this time. Your mind was going wild; you were still processing what happened and was about to drift to sleep when he whispered.

“Y/N…?”

“Mh, what is it, Tate?”

“I love you… Please be mine?”

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celchive · 1 year

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𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊: 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 — smut, afab!reader, blowjobs & riding, p in v, creampie, face-fucking, slight breeding kink, switch!peeta, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, porn no plot

Peeta Mellark is a loser.

You often wonder how he always radiates charisma whenever he’s in public. Infront of cameras, he’s charming, confident, keeps himself composed.

He’ll always keep things professional—even with you. The most you’ll get out of him during a social event is a chaste kiss or a soft peck on the cheek, denying you of anything more.

Honestly, it amuses you, the way he puts up such an outgoing front. How he treats you like a coworker playing pretend lovers because he can’t keep his dick in his pants whenever you get too touchy.

Just imagine The Capitol’s reaction if they found out their ‘charming prince’ from District 12 was also just a whining bitch.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

“What the hell was that?” Peeta sighs as he drags you into the guest bedroom, locking the door behind you. “I have no clue what you're talking about.” you murmur softly, mischief dancing in your eyes.

“Oh, so you just feeling up on me back there was nothing?” he scoffs.

“It was just a light touch. Not my fault you're so sensitive,” you murmur, a grin playing on your lips as you watch his breath catch.

“The sponsers could’ve seen you.”

“But they didn’t.”

“They could’ve.”

“So what if they did? What’s so wrong with giving them a show? It’s what they want.” you refute, stepping closer to him.

“You can't just wait till we get back, huh?” he sighs, swallowing hard as you move closer to him.

“It's hard to keep my hands to myself when you look this good tonight.” you tease, gliding your hand over the bulge in his pants.

“We can’t—at least not right now,” he says, his voice heavy with resignation. “We're not even the focus tonight. No one will notice if we slip away,” you smile.

Your hands run down his tense thighs as you gently lower yourself to your knees on the carpet, locking your gaze with his through those doll-like eyes that you know drives him crazy.

“You don’t have to.” he murmurs softly, his hand drifting to your cheek. His fingers curl softly around your jaw as he delicately traces his thumb across your bottom lip.

“I want to.” you hum, unzipping his pants and pulling his member out. it’s already red and hard, precum leaking out by the second. “Feeling a bit excited tonight, aren’t you?” you tease, placing soft kisses over its veins and along the sides.

“You’re not the only one who's had to keep it together all day,” he murmurs, his hand gently resting on the top of your head.

He did nothing but watch as your tongue slowly licked up the precum from the tip of his slit, stifling a moan as you as you feel his grip tighten ever so slightly around your hair.

“Damn, you’re—ah—mmhph,” he moans. He's cut off the moment you take him into your mouth. Never will he get used to just how warm you feel when he’s inside you.

His cock pushes at the back of your throat as you attempt to swallow him whole, struggling to resist the urge to buck his hips into your wet mouth.

Grateful for the lively atmosphere in the next room, you listen to his soft whimpers and moans. His eyebrows knit together as he his puppy eyes stare down at you. More, is what they begged, and who were you to deny him?

His hips slowly jerked and twitched as you bobbed your mouth up and down along his length, your moans vibrating onto him. It was cute, how he tried his best to keep his composure and not fuck your mouth dumb—but you wanted more. You offered him a reassuring look before pushing yourself as deep as you could go.

Peeta had always been able to read you like a book, so it wasn't hard to understand your expression. If you were to so generously invite him to not hold back, who was he to refuse?

He experimentally rolled his hips into you, letting out a shuddering breath once he felt you swallow around him, his free hand laced into your hair.

As you gag around him whilst trying to take him further, he thrusts deeper. “Fuck, you feel so right—shit.” he moans, quickening his pace. “Hold on a moment—hah—don’t want to finish just yet.”

You slowly pull back as he stops rolling his hips, trying to catch your breath. As soon as you lift yourself up, he grabs you and pulls you into a fervent kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, mingling the taste of his precum and your saliva mixed with his own.

You both let out muffled moans as your mouths pressed together. Though, it wasn’t long before he broke the kiss and wasted no time to take things one step forward.

“On the bed,” he said simply. you climbed onto the mattress and sat on your knees, waiting for his next instruction. But instead of words, he pulled you into his lap, with your thighs resting on either side of his waist.

“Lift yourself a little.” he whispered, watching as you silently raised your hips. You sighed as your dress was pulled off and thrown to the floor, your panties pushed down to your knees, completely exposing you to him. “Gotta make you feel good too.” he mumbles, his large hand running up your inner thigh.

You let out a soft moan as he continues to tease you, his hand brushing close to your core before retreating. You sigh with relief when his hand finally reaches up, gently rubbing against your clit and the folds of your cunt.

It’s a bit embarrassing how quickly you’re drenched and so receptive to his fingers as they gradually slide inside you, letting out a sigh as his fingers slowly fill you up, bottoming out.

As his fingers began to curl deep inside you, your silent whimpers gave way to increasingly loud moans.

“Oh my god, you're so deep,” you sigh, your thighs trembling as he picks up his pace. Overwhelmed by the sensation, you cry out as his fingers thrust into you relentlessly. You couldn't help but feel so full.

His hand snaked up to your mouth, muffling your sounds as he went faster.

“Don’t be too loud unless you want everyone outside to hear you,” he whispers, replacing his hand with his mouth. You gasped and sighed, trying your best to keep all those pretty sounds inside as his fingers curled inside you.

Heat started to build up in your stomach. You could feel your climax. You were so, so close.

And then, just as you were about to cum, there was nothing.

He pulled back, denying you your release.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured, his voice low and insistent as he peeled off his shirt and discarded his trousers. I’ll make sure to fill you up real good.”

You pressed your bodies together once more, straddling him as you shifted, the slick heat of your body gliding over his eager, throbbing length.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.” he hitched, his hands finding their place on your hips as the two of you grinded into each other.

He only watches as you begin to palm his shaft, his eyes following your every move as you position yourself over him. Finally, you spread your legs and took your time pushing into him, sinking in inch by inch. “You're so incredibly wet.” he sighs.

Once you bottomed out, your hips took control and began painfully slowly riding him out while gradually increasing your pace. You wanted to watch his desperation escalate.

Though, it didn’t take long for his whimpers to turn into growing moans as he began sighing your name. He started thrusting his hips with yours, picking up the pace, and you weren't sure you could hold yourself up much longer.

His sloppy thrusts turned into intense ramming as you continued to ride him. He slammed into you, hitting that deep spot over and over again. The unrelenting rhythm was everything, the feeling taking you to your peak.

“Fuck! you’re too—mmph’–fast! Hhmmph! Oh my god—ah!” you cried, your legs shaking as you bobbed up and down his cock. “You feel so tight, I need you so bad." he sighed. "I’m gonna—fuck—“ He cut himself off. He couldn't take it. You felt good. Too good.

He quickly pulled you down, suddenly flipping you over. Your back was now pressed against the mattress as he continued his thrusts.

“I’m gonna cu–mmmph!” you cried, suddenly feeling his hand press against your clit, his fingers maintaining pressure as he plowed into you. Your hands pushed at his abs as you were on the verge of cumming.

“Please. I need to, inside—” he slurred, his thrusts reaching his limit. “Let's give The Capitol what they want.” he groaned, applying more pressure onto your clit as he rammed into you.

“Peeta, I'm—holy shit—fuck!" you could only scream as as you felt a giant rush of heat pool in your stomach. Your entire body trembled as you began squirting on his dick—but Peeta wouldn’t pull out. He only thrusted himself further into you as you continued your spasm.

“Don't stop.” you whined, overwhelmed by the sensation of him filling you full. “Fuck.” he moaned, listening to the juices of your cunt squelch inside and around him.

“Don’t… Don’t pull out.” you sighed, shaking as you gradually came down from your high. Your juices leaked out and soaked the mattress, his cock still buried deep inside you.

But your sighs were only replaced with shrieks the moment Peeta started thrusting into you again after such a short rest.

“Wait—ah—Peeta! I can’t—It's too much!” you gasped, your voice wavering as each thrust drove you to the brink, your body continuing to squirt out every time he thrusted into you.

“I’m gonna cum—hah—come on, come for me again, please—” he begged, rutting into you like an animal. He pulled you into a kiss, his tongue swirling against yours as his hand lifted your back up, your whole bodies fully pressed against each other as he fucked you stupid.

You moaned into his mouth as the heat began to build up once more, but his lips muffled every sound you made as you squirted for the second time. His cock stuffed you, slowly grinding but never fully leaving your cunt as the squelches of your wetness slowly squirted out every time he thrusted.

He let out a long groan as he finally came inside you, followed by soft sighs of your name whilst the two of you rode your highs together.

“I should provoke you more often.” you weakly sigh, brushing the hair out out of your face with your fingers. He only scoffs as he pulls you into a soft, gentle kiss.

You began to wonder how long the two of you were gone for from the event, but your thoughts are soon eclipsed by a more pressing concern: how on earth you will manage to walk after this?

#peeta mellark #peeta mellark x reader #peeta smut #peeta mellark smut #peeta mellark x reader smut

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anantaru · 1 year

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DAY 17 — VIRGINITY LOSS

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — blade, jing yuan

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, first time, virgin! reader, taking your v card, soft & passionate, pussy drunk hsr men

𖧡 — BLADE

the jammed breathes blade expelled from the top of his lungs evidently showcased the current emotions he had been experiencing— and despite him taking his time with his darling, letting you adjust to his throbbing cock without actually hurting you, knowing it was the right route to take, he applauds his self control for being so strong and resilient.

blade doesn't thrust into you after he slides his inches into you, rather did he take dazzling delight in traversing over your thudding desire— he coughs and it's followed by a muttered curse, whilst your own short, pitchy whines were muffled into his neck as they echoed on his flesh.

still shaking from the intrusion, your hips had a mind of their own and tremble as you jerk up a little, desperately seeking more contact of him, you need him faster, stronger, to water down the slight, lingering burn on your creamy hole, a raging fire wavering on his cock when you begin to constrict and let go, clamp on his length before milking him with your warmness.

"b-blade.." your voice breaks into delicate trembles, "you can move now.."

he nods at you, most handsome and alluring before tightening his arms around your body, idle musing being acted out as blade plants a kiss on your forehead— fuck, everything felt different now, especially since you're completely open to him and he doesn't know how to react, or how you're vulnerable from inside and out and blade practically floats at the feeling of a deep satisfaction matching your own.

"how does that feel?" he was continuously content with you, never once looking back to view his own sentiments, the brightest hues of his vulnerabilities exploding inside the humidity of the room— through soft fingertips and passionate gazes, through a steady breathing rattling over your lips and through those sweet words, sinful noises, all combined into one giant sensation weighing above you.

you pant, scrunching your eyes together before folding your arms around his back, "g-good," you whisper, "you feel.. nice," and he smiles at your words, as if your existance was the key to his soul, silencing the gruesome whisperings of doubts in him.

his cock throbs at your mewls, the length hot and wet when he begins to pick up on pace, eagerly gazing down in between your bodies as you took him in, bathing the swelling vehemence of his frame when you accepted him wholly— before blade, your handsome boyfriend, clenches his fists around the silken sheets at the pressure of just how much he loved and craved you.

𖧡 — JING YUAN

you always knew that you won't ever regret giving yourself to someone such as jing yuan— you'd never look back at it with any form of remorse, not one bit, because you utterly loved him and were certain that he was the one.

a breathless heave follows a murmured swear as jing yuan bucks his hips into you, to get a feeling for the situation and reach some guise of control, even though he could barely contain himself right now— for one, the thought about you being, untouched, and him being your first in basically everything, was holding his heart in a choke hold, a bristling warmth on his chest perfectly slotted against your own.

the general loved you so much, realizing that he will forever be in love with you, and between his body and mind, it was an honor to be chosen by you.

"oh... fuck! my love, you're so tight," he grunts, swallowing down the assemblage of saliva in his mouth before kitty licking across your bottom lip, surrendering to your warm pussy trapping him in between, not wanting this moment to end and go on forevermore.

jing yuan was confined inside the tenderness of how good you felt touching him up, taking his inches and gushing around his shaft— but he wants more, he needs to feel more and begins to rock his hips deeper— your creamy arousal sousing over your wrecked insides before dribbling down his balls with every new drag in and out, his head silently slanting forward to have his lips placed on the crown of your head before you both cry out in a plethora of salacious sobs and hasty whispers.

but he still wanted more, needed everything, everything. everything.

it's incredible and your legs ache at his hips keeping them parted with the stinging nerves on your hole shrieking and twisting from being penetrated for the very first time in your life, fusing with the bliss touching you like pins and needles on your wet sex— jing yuan carries on to move in and out, stretching you flawlessly with his weighty dick dripping his pre on your warmness, throbbing against your walls all the while slamming his body on top of yours, your little pussy doing all the work, stroking his hard length— sharp, frantic jerks battering your cunt as you remained enclosed in each others arms.

#hsr x reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan smut #blade x reader #blade smut #kinktober #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #blade x you #jing yuan x you #hsr blade smut #hsr jing yuan smut

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 12: somnophilia with jing yuan from hsr

warnings: somnophilia, they consented beforehand, wait would it also count as cnc??? nipple stimulation, handjob

notes: i think my favoritism towards hsr is showing

‘dozing general’

what a truly fitting nickname for your lover as he continues to sleep peacefully in the comfort of your shared bed. well, not entirely peacefully as he lets out whines and soft moans of your name in his sleep, rubbing his thighs together as his tip leaks precum, smearing it all over his sleeping gown.

he seems to be having a wet dream. from the sounds he was producing as he desperately tries to hump the air. whining when nothing touches his cock to help him relieve himself from the lustful dreams of his.

you two have talked beforehand. due to his workload, whenever he falls asleep, jing yuan tends to sleep like the dead. whether it be a simple nap or a full on deep sleep. and of course, he can’t always be energetic to get himself fucked stupid.

so he brought up the concept of somnophilia. perverted as always as he eagerly consented to being touched in his sleep. allowing you to use his cock or hole or even his large chest however you please to relieve the both of yours’ stress. perhaps this time, you should put the consented perverted action to the test and see how he fairs.

hugging him just a little bit tighter from behind — he always insists on being the small spoon when cuddling — you slowly push a leg between his own. easing his tightly shut thighs open, your leg hooked inside his to keep his own two legs open.

a hand coming around to wrap him in a hug. but that was just a guise before your fingers tease his pretty pink nipples, rolling and pinching the soft buds gently between your thumb and middle as your forefinger messes with his hardening bud. jing yuan let out a louder moan in his sleep at that. hips bucking back in whatever wet dream he may be having.

placing soft kisses to the back of his neck, you continue to torment his nipple, feeling the usually soft bud turn hard and perky under your expert fingers. jing yuan could only whine and whimper in his sleep. sometimes letting out moans whenever you would pinch just a little bit too hard or pull at his nipple.

slowly your other makes it’s way down. pulling apart at the slit of his usual sleeping gown to reveal his muscular thighs. thighs that are already covered in old bite marks and bruises from your lovemaking a few days back. you may or may not have become a bit too harsh on him.

as an apology to that, your hand gently gropes and squeezes at his thigh without shame. easing your hand up and up, on his upper thigh until your hand slips deeper into his v-line, fingers touching his happy trail.

or maybe it was to make him whine louder, almost mewling, as he tries to make your hand finally touch his aching dick. he was already so hard and leaking pre all over his sleeping gown, making him almost sob from frustration in his sleep. whatever wet dream he may be having, he seems to have forgotten. proven by how his still slumbering body was craving and chasing your touch.

finally, finally, your hand comes to wrap around his shaft, making his hips buckle. a soft moan of relief is heard as he tries to fuck himself into the tight enclosure of your fist. he sounded so pathetic. needy whines, soft mewls and moans of your name falling from his lips as he pants heavily, slight drool already slipping past his open mouth.

rubbing your thumb over his weeping slit, you smear his pre all over his tip. of course, that wasn’t enough to be a lube to properly fuck his painfully erect cock. if you were to let go of him to get a lube from the nightstand, jing yuan would probably wake up. and you didn’t wanted to wake him up. you wanted him to continue to have his much needed rest while providing him pleasure.

with a reluctant sigh, you let go of his cock, making your sleepy lover whine loudly, brokenly like a sad cat being denied of their favorite treat. in a sense, he was.

gently shushing his sleepy whining, you spit all over your hand, making sure that there was a hefty amount. enough to at least work as a makeshift lube for now and to not hurt him.

taking his neglected dick in your hand again, you slowly move your fist. jing yuan lets out happy sounding moans in his slumber, weakly bucking his hips to little to no avail due to his sleepy nature and exhausted body.

peppering kisses and leaving lovebites on his exposed neck, pulling and twisting his poor abused nipple between your fingers as you continue to fuck his sensitive angry red cock into your tight fist — you absolutely reveled in the sheer power you hold over your lover. jing yuan may be the general of the xianzhou luofu but when in the safe space of your shared home, he would gladly turn himself into your toy.

unable to control yourself, you leave a bite to the sensitive crook of his neck. one that made his cock twitch in your hand before cumming over your fingers, soiling your skin with his thick, creamy seeds.

“b-beloved… do that again…” jing yuan calls out, words slurry and eyes heavy with sleep as he slyly smiles at you.

this cheeky bastard. he had been awake all along!

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shroomdreams · 10 days

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Meow~

Lion Hybrid!Jing Yuan x Cat Hybrid!Reader

NSFW

CW: Established relationship, gender neutral reader, reader is depicted with a vagina, foreplay, JY is described as having a barbed dick, cunnilingus, nipple play, p in v, cumming inside, petnames (kitty, kitten) A/N: THIS DIDN’T HAVE TO TAKE ME A WEEK TO WRITE AND YET HERE WE ARE. This is for all you Jing Yuan lovers!

The Lion General of the Xianzhou Luofu is a man feared and admired by the common folk. Tales spread of his might, depicting him a mighty warrior that is bested by none. Now, as preparations for the Wardance are underway, Jing Yuan sinks into the plush bed sheets, searching for the one presence that would wash away his worries. His face crinkles in a delightful smile when you mewl in response, delicate fingers lacing together with his stronger ones.

“Hello, kitten.” Jing Yuan rumbled, his tail lazily waving back and forth while you nuzzle into his chest, purring at the sound of his heart beat. Though the general had been through much hardship, he could always rely on you to pick up the pieces that he leaves behind, gently putting him back together with your loving embrace.

“Everything alright?” You questioned, tracing a tiny heart on the expanse of his chest, the furs of his chest hair tickling your nose. Jing Yuan doesn’t outright respond, but you get the message when his hands trail down towards your bottom, palms kneading the plush roundness of your rump. Sighing, you press tiny kisses to his jaw, the lion hybrid givng you a growl in return. “Oh, what’s wrong love? Need something?”

“Don’t tease me, kitten…” Jing Yuan flips you over, his golden eyes boring into yours. With a smile, you ease down the top of your pajamas, exposing your chest for Jing Yuan to ogle. Letting out a deep sigh, Jing Yuan leans down and captures your lips, your tongues melding together as he lets out an appreciative “hmmmm.” “So naughty,” Jing Yuan sounds breathy as he pulls away, burying his face in the crook of your neck and taking a deep breath of your scent. “Naughty kitties need to learn some manners.”

Sighs and contented mewls are coaxed out from you as Jing Yuan’s hands knead and play with your chest, back arching into his touch when his thumbs flick at your pebbling nipples. Meows turn into whimpers as his laved his tongue on one of your swollen buds. Heat pools in between your legs when Jing Yuan cracks open one of his eyes, giving you a sultry look as he sucks your nipple. He’s pressed up against you, legs parted by his waist and trembling in the air, brought on by his teasing. “You’re so pretty, my love…” Jing Yuan huffs, pressing one last kiss to your chest before making his way down.

Though you couldn’t see his expression, you can tell by the way he groans at the sight of your arousal soaked underwear that he’s enjoying every bit of this. Biting your lip, you lift your hips to allow him an easier time discarding your underwear, carelessly throwing it to the side as he gets comfortable. Jing Yuan bites your inner thighs, a few scant inches from where you want him to be. You whine, hips involuntarily bucking in response to his breath. “Needy kitten… Did you miss me as much as I missed you?” He questioned, faux sympathy rolling off his tongue.

“Please, Yuanyuan… I missed you too.” You whimper, your fingers finding themselves tangled in his hair. Jing Yuan groans. He kisses your thighs before putting his face close to your core. Using his fingers to part your labia, Jing Yuan can’t help but be prideful of how wet you’ve gotten, your hole pulsing around nothing as it drools arousal into the sheets. He’ll have to get those changed after, for now he just wants to have a meal. You gasp as you feel his tongue licking up your most intimate parts, whining and squirming as he shoved his face further within your warmth, thighs shaking around his head. He feels you shakily massaging his scalp, juuuust close to the base of his ears. Contented rumbles stimulate you even further as he latches unto your clit, suckling on the bundle of nerves and sending pleasure shocks throughout your body. “Yuan…! Ah Yuan…! Mmm…~” Your moans are a like a delicate opera to him, and he is the conductor to such a sinful display of music.

It isn’t long until you come tumbling down, throwing your head into the pillows as Jing Yuan keeps his lips sealed around your clit, dutifully keeping his tongue pressed up against the nub as you ride out your orgasm. Jing Yuan presses a kiss to your clit, lapping up the extra juices from your warmth. Such gentle treatment has you whining for more- More of him. Feeling rather impatient himself, the lion hybrid sheds himself of his boxers, having discarded his work clothes before joining you in bed. With your hands at the back of your thighs, you spread yourself as wide as you can, shivering when the tip of his cock rubs against your entrance. Jing Yuan peppers kisses to your cheek as he slowly inserts himself inside, your walls struggling to accommodate his girth. Inch by inch, you feel every bump and vein brush up against the gummy warmth inside you, pushing the breath from your lungs as you laid back and took his length. Eventually, Jing Yuan fully slots inside you with a groan, his chest heaving as he attempts to tether himself to reality by grinding his pelvis against yours. “Ugh… Always so good for me, aren’t you kitty?” He gasps, nibbling your shoulders.

“W-wanna be good, Yuanyuan-” Was your response, whimpering from how FULL you were. Jing Yuan, ever the attentive lover, gives you a minute to adjust to his size. No matter how many times Jing Yuan ravishes you, the stretch of taking his cock is something you can never get quite used to. When you feel a bit more comfortable, you mewl, grinding against him as a sign to move. He obliges, putting one hand on the headboard while the other rests at your hip, drawing his hips back until only the tip was inside before thrusting back inside. The pace as you sighing, moaning when you feel him brush against that one spot that has you clenching around him. The lion hybrid growls, groaning as he sees you reach in between your legs to play with your clit, the evidence of your arousal wrapped around the base of his dick like a pretty little accessory. “Ah Yuan…! I-I’m cumming-”

“Can you hold it for me, kitten?” Jing Yuan huffs. You whimper, but oblige, pulling your hand away from your clit. “Good kitty… So- Ah- So sweet to me…” He delivers powerful thrusts, skin slapping against skin, the room devolving into lewd sights and smells. His strong hands hike your legs to his shoulders, pressing his weight down on you and quickly pounding you like his life depended on it. Jing Yuan revels in the sensual cries escaping from you, passionately kissing you and drinking in your moans, groaning into your mouth when he feels your walls tightening around him. “Cumming, kitten? Go- Hah- Go on, you’ve earned it…”

“Jing Yuan! Ahhhhh! Ohhhh~ Iloveyousomuch!” You cry out, claws digging into his back as you wrapped your legs around his waist, making him spear you deep as you gush around his dick. Jing Yuan snarls at the feeling, pumping into you a few more times before he yowls, pressing himself deep as he spills his seed within your warmth. You mewl at the familiar sensation, walls gripping around him for dear life. Jing Yuan stays inside, stirring your walls as he pants. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss, eyes closed as you moan into his mouth.

“Still so needy? So am I…”

By the time the two of you are fully satisfied, the sheets have become so thoroughly ruined by your lovemaking that you had to stay in the bathroom to recuperate while Jing Yuan changes them, his cum dripping down your leg like a river. After you and Jing Yuan get cleaned up, the two of you forego clothing and sleep as you are, your bodies pressed up against each other.

#shroomie.fic #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #monsterfucking #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan smut #hsr smut #hsr x reader #lion hybrid #cat hybrid #monster reader #monsterfucker #monster fucking #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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spacesurfing · 1 year

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Oh no I’m sorry I didn’t know you weren’t taking requests but I cannot get jealous/possessive ani smut

I love his metal hand ahhh

It's alright, I don't mind writing for Ani! I love it too.

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Where Are Your Manners?

Anakin Skywalker x Reader Smut

Summary: You found your way into trouble, loving Anakin. And the trouble you found tonight came in the form of his endless need to know you were only his.

Warnings: NSFW, mentioned long hair!reader, jealous!Anakin, choking, degrading, possessive!Anakin, maybe exhibitionism???, p in v, no protection whatsoever!!

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Maybe you could blame Senator Amidala for this. You could blame the generous Senator and her even more generous friend, Senator Organa, for where you were. Well, where you were and where you were going to be in a half-an-hour.

You had objected at first, telling her that you were grateful for the kind offer, but Senator Amidala didn't seem to take no-thank-yous when it came to you.

"And come in gala-appropriate clothing. I will send you a dress, I just ask that you unwind from your duties for an evening. It's the least I can do after you've helped me for so long."

You tried to deny her offer, but when she slipped in the deal for a suit to be sent to you as well, perfectly fit for a certain tall Jedi, you let her offer break down the walls of your mind. You knew you shouldn't indulge in something like that, but it seems like you couldn't push her outstretched hand back. Especially when she cleared it with the council.

That's why you were here, in a dress that pressed snug to your skin, beautiful blue satin like the color of Anakin's lightsaber. And through his eyes, you were equally as hot as the blade. He had changed in the bedroom of your shared apartment, a crisp suit that reflected your dress.

Anakin knocked at the bathroom door respectively, waiting for your quiet "come in" before pushing the door open. You fixed the wide straps on your shoulders, moving them to where you thought they flattered your shoulders most before connecting eyes with your boyfriend. Though, it wasn't as much connecting as it was watching him internally outline your figure. Maybe it was the squeeze along your waist to the tops of your hips that made his gaze start to burn, or it was the way that the dress stopped accentuating your figure, flowing off the curve of your hips and pooling at the ground.

You watched his chest rise and fall, a stray hair slipping onto his forehead and tickling the scar over his eyebrow.

"Maker, how did I ever get so lucky," the jedi muttered, finally walking towards you with a plod to his steps, as if he was walking through swamp muck trying to get to you.

You smiled, cheeks heating with how his words nipped at your neck, the same as he wanted to so badly.

Anakin's hands fell to your waist, laying on a gentle touch that didn't seem like it came from him. Everything with Anakin was rough, he liked to admire through his fingertips, enjoying pulling and pushing. But in quiet moment, tender moment like these, he touched you with a softness that left you swooning for weeks.

You watched him through the reflection of your bodies, and he soon looked up to meet your stare. You smiled bashfully, his blue eyes melting you as he let his hands roam to your stomach, pulling you softly into him in Anakin fashion.

"I don't think I want to leave," Anakin spoke, moving your hair to kiss the skin behind your ear softly, "I think we should just stay here."

You teased, "Now why should we do that, Ani? You know, Senator Amidala has gone a long way convincing me to attend, it would be rude to bail so suddenly."

Anakin's forehead pressed to the side of your temple, lips close enough to your ears to head the tiniest of breaths from him.

"You look too good to leave. Just wanna bend you over and fuck the daylights out of you," he whispered, words sinking to the pit of your stomach and heating your core.

He bucked his hips into your ass, revealing the way his pants tented. You let out a choked whine, one of your hands grasping his wrist in an attempt to ground yourself. He had you wrapped around him finger and he knew it. But this wasn't an event that was easy to skip. Senator Amidala was looking forward to you being there. You and Anakin both.

"We can't Ani, I told her we would be there."

He sighed, thumb rubbing over the center of your stomach as if he was silently trying to coax you into changing your mind, being all soft with you.

You reached a hand up and raked fingers through his hair. He lifted his head from yours and glanced over the way he hovered above you, eyes shooting to his hands that touched you in such an intimate way, the way your lips were slightly parted as you focused your attention on him.

He was drowning in it.

"Alright, let's get out of here."

Anakin was being a gentleman tonight, opening the speeder door for you, resting his hand on your thigh as he drove. And he was patient this time, not reckless. Though his pinky was the opposite. It snuck into the slit on the left side of your dress.

He rested the tip of it as far up your inner thigh as he could, squeezing any moment that he thought was appropriate, sneaking looks at your face to catch the knitting of your eyebrows as you tried to ignore what he was doing to you.

The event already seemed too long and you hadn't even arrived. You thought this was gonna be easier with Anakin here, giving you someone you could genuinely talk to and trust with information. But it looked like Anakin was the worst person you could have every brought. You never realized how one dress could make him insatiable.

You adjusted your collar as you reached the large building, the inside of it decorated for the gala. You didn't know what the event was for, charity or just a general celebration of some sort, but Anakin walked in his usual arrogant way - strong steps, straight posture, broad shoulders. Maybe the image of him in a luxury attire made you a little hot as well, you were never used to seeing your boyfriend so put-together.

You stopped at small tables, checking out the forms that they held and listened to the kind person running them. It seemed to be a charity event, making you feel a little more comfortable with your surroundings.

There was soft music playing through speakers mounted on the ceilings and everyone wore smiles - some fake, but a lot being real, like they were happier than ever just to get word of their organization out into Coruscant.

Anakin must've relaxed, mirroring your mood as his back slouched the slightest bit and his steps became softer. His hand brushed your arm, knuckles trailing at the fabric that covered your hot skin. He wanted this to be a night where he could touch you freely, rest his hand on your lower back, kiss your hairline when he thought you looked too gorgeous not to touch.

But Anakin had his ways, ways to make you squirm, and ways to make you smile.

He snuck you around corners into empty halls of the building, pressing you tightly against him in a sloppy kiss, letting you feel the swell of him against his pants. And when the gala just started to get fogged over by his lips, you pushed at his chest in an attempt to keep you grounded. To keep you from getting caught with Anakin's crotch jutting against your hip.

"Ani, we can't," you whispered against his lips, the same ones that never seemed to get enough of your own, constantly hungry for the taste and the texture.

He huffed, nose pressing to your cheek as he rested against your face, "Yes we can, they won't even notice. C'mon angel.."

You pulled your face from his, making him only chase you. Pressing your hand to the base of your neck, your fingers pushes against the adam's apple in his throat till he finally pulled back enough to look at you.

For the first time in what felt like hours his hips weren't flush to yours and you could finally get a look at him, lips kissed a deep red and his hair tangled at the sides. His blazer was falling off one shoulder and eyes had a salacious look in them. Anakin had many times looked at you like this and begged with his body more than his words like this, but it just felt different now. He'd never tried this in public, certainly not with the clones around the corner or another Jedi within a good distance of you. Tonight felt risky, like he was throwing himself at the danger of being caught. You couldn't imagine what this would've been like if it were an important mission. Anakin had a brain to use, but right now, it was practically mush.

"We'll just get through this gala, alright. We can go talk to Senator Amidala and try to leave earlier than we planned to. We can't ditch this now though, she wants us here Ani."

Telling the tall Jedi no was like kicking a puppy, you adored him to the point where you almost broke at the look of him. His bottom lip pushed up at his top one, pouting at you, trying to change your mind. It hurt you to stand your ground to the man you loved. But it would hurt you more to break the Senator's promise.

Anakin leaned forward, trying to capture your lips again, but you held his shoulders.

"One more," he insisted, eyebrows shifting to a pouty expression. That, you couldn't say no to.

You let him kiss you, his lips moving eagerly with your own. But you stopped, breaking it before it got any more out of hand. You smiled with a softness, adjusting his appearance carefully, doing nothing about the way his red lips shined except pecking them to pull a smile to his face. There was absolutely no way you would be able to hide the way he looked at you and the swoon he held in his eyes, but you had hope nobody would catch it.

You expected the gala to be a lot more crowded than it was. Sure, there were people galore, but it was manageable for you and Anakin. Not many senators noticed you, out of your Jedi attire and prettied up for the event. You would never be able to disguise yourself enough to slip past Senator Amidala though - she could, and did, pick you out of a crowd.

"Jedi Knight L/n, it's great to see you," Amidala said, giving you a real smile before acknowledging Anakin with a "And Anakin."

You bowed your head, shaking her free hand that didn't hold a wine glass, "It's wonderful to see you finally, we're so glad we came."

By we, you meant you were. You were sure to assume Anakin wished to be... other places.

"I'm glad. There was actually something I have been meaning to speak to you both about," she started, swirling the small amount of liquid left in her wine glass around. Her eyes shifted down to it for a moment before coming back to yours, "I spoke to Master Yoda about it briefly, but I requested to speak to you both before I went through with it."

You nodded along, racking your brain for memories of missions that were to come for you. You surely were assigned to another, having been home in Coruscant for a week so far. When you let yourself take in the Senator, she looked almost nervous in a way, pinky finger tapping against the stem of the glass.

"Senator, excuse me for cutting you off, but would you like a refill? You look a bit shaken," you asked, giving her a look of understanding.

She nodded, "Please, this topic makes my stomach uneasy."

You smiled politely before taking her glass and weaving through he crowd with ease. You briefly wondered what would make someone like her nervous. But it made you nervous knowing the answer. It was no doubt that people wanted her blood spilled, and it seemed any time that her presence as a brave figure wavered was when there was a threat concerning her day to day life. One that told her that her actions were not the only things that people wanted stop. Her breathing was something that was desired to be halted as well.

You felt your shoulder catch on the shoulder of someone else in the vast crowd, making you stumble shortly. An arm reached out to your inner-elbow, catching you and keeping you on your feet.

Lifting your head to look at the kind soul to catch you, you connected eyes with a Kiffarian man, barely shorter than Anakin and decorated with gold tattoos. He wore a suit, short, curly hair sitting on top of his head and piercing grey eyes. He looked to be someone of importance, and you could tell why he would be. As his lips curled into a smile, you knew his exact job in politics. A gorgeous poster-boy.

"My apologies, I should have been paying attention to where I was walking," he said, only adding onto your assumption through his buttery accent.

You smiled, laughing softly, "It's alright, I was paying attention as much as you were."

He tilted his head down, hiding his teeth between a close-lipped smile. His hand stayed on you, letting off a bit of pressure through the apology, "I don't think we've ever met, can I have your name?"

"Y/n, what's yours?"

He huffed, "Yea'vett. You're not in a rush somewhere, are you?"

"I actually am," you referred to the empty wine glass you held in your grasp, shrugging off his hand. He let his arm fall to his side, the other coming up to adjust the collar of his suit.

His eyebrows almost seemed to downturn at your answer, his shoulders seeming to tense in a way that they weren't before, "Well, that's just disappointing, isn't it?"

You let your teeth peek out of your smile before he politely directed you to where the drink table was, holding his hand lightly on the fabric between your shoulder blades. After explaining that the glass was not your own and that you had to return to an important discussion, he left you to filling it up.

You quietly went about your careful business, almost groaning when a presence resumed itself back inside of your personal bubble. Turning your head, you were wholly expecting the gorgeous poster-boy to be watching you with the same stormy eyes he had been previously. But now, you were looking up into a different kind of storm.

The storm that you brought with you.

"Who was that?" Anakin asked, his voice stiff with agitation. His jaw was clenched when it closed, and his brow was creased. You swore in these moments his scar opened again, every time it was angry, it seemed to glare at you with the same red that Anakin's temper flared with. His whole stature was off, hands clenched into fists like it was a reflex to the situation. Somewhere in you had to admit that a piece of your heart went out to him when he was angry like this. More than of a piece of your body too.

You rolled your eyes at his tone, pressing a hand to his palm to try and soak some of the anger out of him, but with his eyes glued to yours, it seemed that your soft gesture did nothing to ease up his attitude.

"We bumped into each other and he ended up apologizing to me, that's all," you explained, letting your thumb rub over the cloth of his tie, pulling it through your finger till it reached the end and slipping from underneath your touch.

Anakin leaned closer into you as your knuckles rested against the center of his abdomen. "He was awfully close for an apology," Anakin spit out under his breath, lips pursed after his words were left free. His hand nearest to the table reached up to hold your waist, his thumb pressing into your skin hard as he pulled you closer to his body.

"He was just trying to be nice Anakin, leave it. We can discuss this after the gala," you dismissed the conversation, making Anakin's nose twice in response. You knew he didn't want to leave it, maker, Anakin didn't want to even be here. He was ready to go home and take you apart the way he'd been waiting to do since you left.

This only added fuel to the fire.

You could have been smarter, knowing Anakin's now shortened temper, but he knew you were right. You sometimes wondered how Obi-Wan wasn't scolded for the temper of his former padawan - a Jedi wasn't meant to feel such strong, negative emotions. Maybe you didn't have all the room to talk though, not when he had a strong hold on your heart.

You didn't wait for a response from Anakin, turning to continue back through the crowd. He followed you without word, but you could still feel the tension that didn't drift through the air, but instead connected the two of you like handcuffs.

The conversation with Senator Amidala couldn't have taken longer. She expressed her worries, and the worries of her people as well. Her life was being threatened by an anonymous source and it was endangering those around her at the same time. She was sick of putting her girls' lives in danger for her to simply travel through Coruscant. Maybe a Jedi presence would change things, temporarily stunt the threat and keep her safe. She mentioned the time Anakin and Obi-Wan had helped her through the previous threats - she felt safe in the hands of the now Jedi-Knight that stood beside you, uncharacteristically silent.

You gave her few words back, choosing them carefully and finalizing the conversation with exchanged smiles and an agreement that you and Anakin would keep her safe, though the council would have to approve of her request to have the two of you as her protectors. Times were tough, and availability was tight, you wished more than anything to have the Senator comfortable and safe under the eyes of you.

And Anakin wished nothing more than to get you out of your dress.

The whole conversation you could feel it, the burning gaze of his eyes and maker did you hope that the way he was staring at you was missed by the older woman. For the sake of you and the relationship you had grown with Ani, even if the Senator knew well before now.

And by the time it was finally over, Anakin pulled out a card I'd never seen him pull before. A petty lie, at that.

Anakin's right hand drifted to his back pocket, feeling for something and pretending it had all of his attention. And when he finally lifted his head from where it had tilted down, his hair brushed the sides of his cheeks and he cleared his throat, alerting the senator.

"I'm sorry about the short notice, but the council is ringing me. Can I excuse Y/n and myself?" he asked, giving Padme his best act you've ever seen, confident eyes staring straight into hers.

She nodded, holding up her glass and wishing the both of you well before Anakin took your hand and led you out into the hallway.

You weren't stupid; Anakin knew you weren't and knew that you had caught onto his lie. But, you wanted to play with it as he snuck you around a corner and up some stairs.

"Didn't the council excuse us for tonight?" you asked, reflecting his act.

He didn't answer your question immediately, instead waiting to see if there was anyone nearby. When he confirmed that you two were alone in the hallway, he dragged you into him hastily. His lips landed on yours, making you gasp out of shock. He had a hard grip on your arm as he kissed you, lips consuming your own.

The kiss wasn't long, it was just enough for him to get you back in that needy state he had you in earlier with your lips parted and your head faintly dizzy. Except this time, you had completed what you had came here for. Anakin pulled away, looking at you with eyes that bore their way under your skin and stayed there.

"I excused us for tonight," he said through teeth that were pushed together, "What was you friend's name again?"

You thought for a moment, evaluating your choice of words. You could be easy, give him what he wants, feed into his desire. Or you could challenge him. And you thought that Anakin deserved a challenge, even if it was a simple one that could be ignored by the naked eye.

"His name is Yea'vett. He was just trying to be nice," you argued.

Anakin smiled at you, teeth pale and incisors sharp, "You know I don't like people touching what's mine."

"Would you have rather had me fall?"

"I would have rather have not been here in the first place. I would rather have you split open on my cock right now than be here," his hand placed itself on the back of your neck, fingers wrapping around and heavily pressing to the sides of your throat, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll forget his name."

Your breath went shallow at his words, losing strength in your legs as they felt like they were gonna wobble out from under you like an unsteady stool. His touch was poisonous, sending venom through your veins and making you feel weak.

Anakin smiled wider, soaking in the way that your eyes had softened and your gaze had turned into a desperate one. You eyelids were drifting down and your pupils were full, he knew that look anywhere, it was the same look you gave him when he was stuffed to the hilt in you.

"You wanna go home angel?" he asked, forehead pressed against yours.

You nodded, waiting for his move as he guided you back down the stairs and to the entrance that you had came in through. You didn't care about the way you trailed behind Anakin like a lost puppy dog, so close you almost stepped on his heels multiple times. Anticipation was heavier than the weight of certain stares right now, you'd take any questions tomorrow.

The street lighting that greeted you when you stepped back out into coruscant made your heart thrum. Your apartment was close, only a few minutes a way. A few long minutes that you knew Anakin was about to hate, with an impatient grip on the wheel. Leaving behind his gentleman way, he left you to your own devices of opening your door, which you did without thinking twice of it.

It would've been awkward if you hadn't loved each other long, the way you stared out the open roof to all the buildings and nightmarish traffic lanes. Anakin knew your distraction and found it amusing at times, knowing that underneath the face you held was someone who would be taking him like a whore in mere minutes.

Like you were trained for this exact procedure, you hopped out of the speeder the moment it parked itself. Anakin hadn't even pulled his hands off the wheel before you were running to the apartment entrance and sending him a glance over your shoulder to make sure he was still following.

Anakin smiled, running to catch up to you and trailed as you stepped through the glass doors, flashed the droid at the front desk a smile and hopped into the vacant elevator.

Pressing your floor number, it didn't take long for the doors to shut and Anakin's hunger to grow. He pulled you into him to press your hips to his. You could feel his hard crotch bear down on your pelvis, alerting you to how hard Anakin really was. Maybe you should've been grateful for the low time that Anakin allowed you two at the gala - you were lucky you were even there for over half an hour.

"Maker, I get so hard when I'm around you," Anakin groaned with his head crowding itself in the crook of your neck. His lips found their way to your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses against it, leading pleasure through your body.

You held his waist, "I hope you understand that's not always a good thing."

Anakin ran the sharp of his teeth along the side of your neck before ending with a sloppy kiss at the base, sucking a red mark onto your skin. Your hips squirmed, making him only respond with a harsher suck.

Anakin pulled his head back the slightest to make eye contact with you, "You're telling me you don't love it when I take you home from these stupid public events and poun-"

The door opened and you practically jumped out of Anakin's arms. You needed to get home, speeding off down the hall as fast as you could in your cramped heels. Hallways were mostly vacant at these hours, those that weren't home wouldn't be home till late in the night and others were home and settling into bed - it made you feel somewhat bad for the running Anakin was doing with his unusually stomping feet.

You punched in the code for your apartment, entering before the door had fully opened. Anakin stepped in behind you and closed the door before snatching you by your waist. He held you with one arm, your back to his chest and the pounding of your heart bouncing off the walls. You giggled, hand holding onto him as he carried you off to your shared bedroom.

Anakin dropped you down on the soft sheets of your bed, your body falling onto your stomach with a bounce. A smile was spread over your lips at the moment, but when you turned to see Anakin, he looked anything but smiley. Maybe through his eyes, you could see the sparkle that told you he was helplessly in love with you, but his eyebrows were tensed ever so slightly and his mouth curved down, the cleft of his chin more visible.

Staring over you, eyes dragging over the inches of your dress with precision all the way to the heels on your feet. Anakin kneeled down at the edge of the bed, only one knee to the plush mattress, and he removed your heels with a gentle pull. It came off and he placed it on the floor, grabbing your legs and lifting it to press a kiss to your ankle.

You held your breath, the moment seemed so out of place for his behavior, almost as if it was made to distract you from why he dragged you out of the gala so promptly. You watched him kiss his way up your leg, stopping where the end of your skirt had folded up when you were dropped. Leaning away, he released your leg to only grab your other and address it the same way he had the first. Only this time, he didn't stop at the hem of your skirt.

Anakin moved up your body, lips ceasing their kisses but his eyes never stopped burning through the fabric of your dress. Like blaster bolts, you could feel them pierce into your skin with deadly precision. You never doubted that he had the mapping of your body memorized, not when looked at you like that while you were clothed.

His hands found their way to your back, spanning over the muscles and pressing you into the bed as he leaned his head down to your ear, "I want you all to myself."

"You have me all to yourself," you whispered back to him, leaning your head to the side, cheek pressing to the mattress.

Clever fingers found their way to the zipper of your dress and pulled it down. You could almost feel some weight drift off your shoulders as the cold air hit the skin along your spine, "I mean I don't want anyone else looking at you the way I'm allowed to. You're mine, and I want everyone to know that. You are mine."

The next moments were a head-dizzying contrast to when he was removing your heels. His hands pushed their way under the fabric of your dress and removed it, pulling it off of you in a hurry and allowing it to hang chaotically off the side of the bed in a mess of blue. Your bra was unclasped closely after without second thought and was tugged from your body, returning to it's place with your dress.

Anakin flipped your body over and watched the fat of your breasts bounce at the movement. He took a step back, standing at the foot of the bed before his hands reached to your hips and latched on. Tugging you to the edge, he pressed your clothed core against the crotch of his pants. A whine left your mouth at the sight in front of you. All of Anakin's clothes were still on, his blazer haphazardly thrown on the ground, which must've came off in a flurry of your undressing. He looked disheveled, lips red and raw, his button down crooked on his torso with half a side pulled out from where it was tucked into his pants. You'd never seen his hair so messy and you never thought a mess could be so beautiful.

"You feel that, angel?" Anakin ground his hard-on against your body, "You feel how fucking hard I am for you?"

You nodded, biting down on your lip in an effort to ground yourself to the world around you, something that the turbulent lighting of Coruscant couldn't accomplish. Anakin's grip on your hips tightened and he tugged your body against his, prominent hard-on pushing against his tight pants and pressing into you.

"Use your words, I wanna hear you say it."

You breathed shallowly, "I feel how hard you are. Ani..."

Anakin moved and hand up to caress your face with a sweet rub of his thumb, "What baby, what do you need?"

You grinded your hips against the swell of his cock through his pants, but Anakin was quick to put you in your place as he tightened his grip on your hips, pressing his own down, sandwiching you between him and the bed. His head hung above yours, his mess of hair tickling your forehead in a silly manner.

It all felt unfair, the way he tried to contain your reach for your own pleasure, and you wished you could hate him for it. But in this moment, you depended on him to soften up and deliver you the pleasure your body begged for.

"I need you, Ani. I wanna feel good, only you can make me feel good."

Anakin bumped his forehead gently against yours, "You know that's not what I'm looking for, angel."

You could feeling his breath lingering with your own, creating the same feeling throughout your body that you felt when you would make out with him. The thought alone had you on a high and made you lunge up, attempting to connect your lips with his. But, as quick as the thought crossed you mind, it was shut down by Anakin's hand leaving your waist and wrapping around the base of your throat, pushing you lightly back to the bed. You whined, knowing that you were running out of ways to escape his hold.

The whine from you made Anakin laugh, "Eager girl."

The comment made your cheeks flush and made you more aware of the hand that pressed to your neck like a shackle. You let out a shaky breath, "Please fuck me, I need you to touch me, kiss me, fuck me, anything, please!"

The way you begged made Anakin's cock twitch in his pants, pulling a groan from his lips and setting it free into the air. He took his hand away from your throat, moving it to his waistband and unbuttoned his pants with one, skillful hand. Excitement spiked through you, sending you to pull yourself up to reach your hand under the fabric of his button-down that was tucked into his pants. Your fingers wrapped around the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down along with his pants till they rested on the crest of his thighs.

Anakin let you, watching closely while biting his lip at your once-over of his dick. You took ahold of it, pumping it and watching a bead of precum drool from the head. Straining your body forward, you gathered spit between your lips before letting it travel through the tight purse of them and fall to the blushing tip of his cock, sliding down and into your curled hand as you continued to jerk him off.

"Fuck, baby," Anakin moaned with a hand coming to hold your wrist, "I wanna give you what you were begging for."

Though disappointment flashed over your face in the form of a pout, you flopped your body back on the bed in content. You watched as your fully-clothed lover took himself into his own hands, letting out a quiet sigh from his chest and guiding himself to push aside the fabric of your panties.

"Are you gonna keep all your clothes on, big boy?" You teased with a smile. The head of his cock ran through the soaking slit of your pussy, collecting it's lubrication.

He looked up from where he was gazing at your sex, connecting your eyes with his. The look he gave you was almost a warning, telling you that you should really keep your mouth shut, little quips not being one of the things he wanted to hear out of you. "I need to have you, I'm not wasting time."

You spoke before you could bite your tongue, "You were fine with wasting your time earlier."

You allowed a smirk to creep onto your face, but it was soon swept off in the tidal wave of euphoria. The blunt head of Anakin's length pushed itself into you, creating a stretch like no other, one that sent your jaw dropping and your eyebrows creeping together. You and Anakin surely didn't abstain, but he always gave you the same stretch every time he slipped into you. It left your core tightening and your body feeling heavy.

The way Anakin held you, his other hand returning to it's rightful place on your hip, sent your head careening backward into the soft bed. The pressure of his fingers made you feel small in a way, man-handling you like he would picking up a doll. You tried to see the way he pushed into you, but you settled for looking up at his smug expression that told you he was splitting you in half. Whatever power he held over you, it melted your brain in the most humiliating way - Anakin seemed to adore it.

"Yeah? You like that cock, huh brat? Shuts you right up, doesn't it?" he said, spitting acid into your veins, melting your muscles and refusing them to be in your own control.

You tasted blood as your teeth finally pricked your lip - Anakin slid into you, slow and delicious, just like the breaths that he took which fanned on your face sweetly. His hair hung like messy vines above you and his eyes were barely visible; blue peaking through the waves. But his smile, the one he barely could keep as you sucked him in, shone like a star over the ocean at night. The grip his fingers had on your body contoured his hand and sent shivers up your spine and into your neck where the after-shock made you choke out a silky moan.

Anakin leaned forward, pressing his nose into yours as he consumed the breaths you took, "You look so beautiful when my dick's in you. Almost like you belong like this, right here soaking me." A deep laugh accompanied his words, kissing your lips deeply.

Welcoming his mouth against yours, you made out with a deep passion that you've never felt from anyone but Anakin. And you thought for a moment, that maybe that's why you were wholly his and he yours, the way you two connected like lost puzzle pieces was like none other.

You gasped into his mouth, walls stuttering around him. The way you tightened dragged a moan from him. You could feel every vein of his cock press into you as he let you take him slowly. He knew you could though, he's bent you in half like a folding chair before and made you take him. But like this, when things were so slow you felt the world had gone cold, you could feel the pop of the head into you, could feel the curve of his dick. If you concentrated hard enough, you could swear you felt yourself gushing around him.

You let your hands reach up to hold his face sweetly, thumbs settling on his cheekbones as your lips wrapped around his bottom one before restarting their tasting of his mouth. You felt heat rush to your core when Anakin bottomed inside of you, hitting something deep. He pulled away from the sloppy kiss, planting a peck to yours before recoiled his hips, pushing back against yours torturously.

A whine left you, sounding oddly familiar to his name. You played this same game time and time again where, in his possessive attitudes, he'd try to coax his name out of your lips. And you knew he was pushing for it harder tonight.

Anakin set a steady pace, his hips beating against yours with slow, deep thrusts that sent your eyes rolling back and your body shivering. Your hands moved to the back of his neck, holding his head close to yours and grounding you from the way his cock fucked into your spongy cunt, looking for the spot that made you tear up.

His one thumb teased over your hip bone, the only gentle thing about the way you were positioned. The lewd noises of slapping skin and your soaking cunt bounced off the walls, making your ears hot. Your body reacted to him like a faucet that you couldn't turn off. But fuck, you wouldn't anyways, not when he was shoving himself balls deep inside of you, trying like hell to hit something deep.

"He could never know your body like I do, nobody could," Anakin growled, "That's cause you're mine. Nobody could know the way that you love being fucked like a whore, nobody could know the way you shut up as soon as you get my fat cock in you. You take it so good, don't you angel? You take it so fucking good."

You moaned at his words, loud and unrestrained from where you were before. You settled on training your eyes on his as he pummeled you with his strong hips, sturdy thighs smacking against your ass. You would most definitely be sore in the morning, and you could count on bruises blooming at your hip-bones.

"So good Ani... only you, fuck- only you!"

Anakin planted another sweet kiss to your lips, smiling, "That's right, only me. I get to fuck you, and pump you full, and hold you every night because you're mine. Nobody deserves you, maker- I don't deserve you. But I'd be damned if I didn't fuck you like I do."

Anakin's hips sped, the thrusts barely changing the way they shook your body and melted your brain. You couldn't ignore the way your stomach tightened and the fuzziness in your head distorted the way moans flew off your tongue.

"Anakin... fuck- Ani, I'm close," you whined, nose pushing against his.

Anakin pulled away from your face momentarily, a hand falling lower to guide his thumb to your clit. Your body tensed, waves off pleasure shooting through you. A little more.

Anakin gave up any softness, hips fucking you into the mattress, pushing calls of his name out of your mouth, "Yeah? Come on baby, cum for me, wanna feel you cum on my cock."

You felt him strike a spot inside of you that moved you to grip his hair, tugging his head back. Your fingers pulling at the strands only parting his lips and spurring on his rough movements. His pelvis occasionally pushing his thumb hard into your clit, sending sparks through you that electrified your nerves.

"Maker... Ani, holy fuck- Ani-" your words almost felt pushed out of your chest. It was as if he was trying to hammer a nail into the wall, and he was denting the wall. Your knees locked around his waist and your legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his back as the band inside of you snapped. A hot white flashed across your body, making your limbs lock and stutter, eyes closed and mouth open.

"Your pussy gets so wet when you cum- fucking squeezing me," he grunted, his pace turning sloppy and losing it's previous rhythm.

Anakin threw his head into your neck, resting his face into the crook as he let out a strangled moan, hips bucking to bottom out inside of you. Hot ropes of cum coated your walls, spreading a familiar warmth through your body. Your lover's cool panting contrasted the warmth, sending a shiver up your spine.

He came down, falling limp against you. A smile formed on his face, one that pressed into the skin of your neck. Relaxing muscles made him lay on you with his hands releasing their pressure and his legs shifting slighting. You wrapped your arms around his torso to hold him to you, a smile flashing across your face as well.

You squeezed around him, making him moan and curse into your shoulder, "Don't."

You giggled, only earning a huff from him. Your hands traveled to his dress shirt, moving the fabric up and trying to get it off. Anakin moved without a word, lifting his arms and letting you remove it from his sweaty body. It would have to be washed, but you didn't really mind.

"Here, let me-" Anakin pulled himself out of your slowly, pulling a softer noise from your throat. A warmth crackled through his body, watching his spend drip out of you like syrup. Your cheeks flushed finally, feeling shy even though you had imprinted kisses on your shoulder to prove you weren't as innocent as you felt in that moment.

Clothes were tossed in the same pile as your dress, creating a messy pile of elegant clothes, ones that belonged in displays, not on hard-wood floors. With you scooting up the bed, Anakin had disappeared into the bathroom and coming back with a damp cloth.

Climbing over you, he placed a heavy hand on your pelvis and cleaned you gently, though overstimulated sighs didn't fail to leave your lips. He bothered to set that in the laundry bin next to your closet, finding himself back to the bed quickly.

Anakin laid down beside you, bouncing as he let his back fall. His arms scooped you up and held you against him. A hand came to hold your back while the one not tucked under you was tracing circles into his hard chest.

"You know that I love you, right? I don't want anyone else," you finally spoke, looking up at his face through the dim lighting of the room none of you bothered to do anything about.

A wide grin spread on his face, "I know, I just like teasing you."

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