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sluts4matt · 9 months ago

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chris fucking the silent treatment out of you?! like hello?! need it rnnnnn

SILENT TREATMENT

pairing: dom!chris x latina!reader

summary: you were known to be a bit petty, so giving your boyfriend the silent treatment wasn't out of your comfort zone. chis, however, decides he can't go more than a day without hearing your voice. no matter the way he's hearing it.

warnings: SMUT, p in v, oral (female receiving), spanking, slight choking, praising, pet names

word count: 978

author's note: might honestly be one of my favorites. class project is all time at the moment though. i hope i did your request justice. don't be afraid to request more 🫶

"really, we're still doing this shit ma?" chris asks, walking into his bathroom as you were doing your skin care. you looked at him, pressing your lips in a thin line before going back to your face. "oh c'mon, i apologized already."

you didn't respond, only continuing to lather your face with a cleanser. chris rolled his eyes, watching you through the mirror. you were supposed to have a small date, nothing too big. he promised since he had been busy recently.

but once again, he had to cancel because he was needed at the warehouse. it was a stupid reason not to be talking to chris. you knew that nick told you that last night. but you didn't care.

chris huffed, "so what, i can't do anything to get you to talk to me again?"

you put down the product in your hand, turning to look at him. chris' face brightened up, expecting a response. but fell again when you pushed past him to grab a rag from the rack.

he shook his head, "so you're gonna keep playing like this? not responding or looking at me." again, no answer. you were going to continue your routine as if he wasn't in the room with you.

"no fucking way," chris said, grabbing you by the wrist and spinning you around. "stop being a brat and talk to me ma, wanna hear that pretty fucking voice," he says, bringing your hand up to his mouth.

he places a kiss on your wrist, keeping his eyes on yours. you swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to remain unbothered. "really, no words?" he questions. you shake your head, moving your hand back.

"that's okay, i got ways to make you speak," he smirks. next thing you know you were being turned around, and your pajama pants and underwear were being tugged down. your heart dropped, and your legs were pressed together.

chris' hands gripped your hips, pushing you against the sink. "spread for me, ma," he says, slapping the inside of your thigh.

you did as you were told, biting your lip to silence yourself. his hands gripped your ass, kneading the flesh in his hands as he stood behind you. one of his hands worked at his sweats while the other pushed your cheek against the cool, marble counter top.

your ass was in the air, and chris was admiring the view. "i know you got a voice in there, so don't hold back on me baby," he says, lining his cock up to your pussy. the tip nudged your clit, causing you to shudder.

one of your arms goes near your mouth, you teeth latching onto the flesh as he pushes himself in, stretching you out. "shit, so fuckin' tight for me," chris grunts, bottoming out. his pelvis was pressed against your ass, his body was leaning over yours.

"don't even need lube for you, huh?" he chuckled mockingly, "always so fucking wet for me," he adds. his hand reaches for your hair, fisting it before yanking your head up.

you gasp at the pain, feeling his tip push further into you. "now, let me hear that voice," he growls, pulling out and slamming back into you. you shake your head the best you can as you bite down on your lips. the familiar metallic taste filling your senses.

"so, that's how it's gonna be," chris chuckles, "okay." his hips begin to pick up the pace, his other hand digging into the skin of your left leg as he lifts it onto the counter. the new angle having him hit a different part of you that hasn't been hit before.

a muffled moan slips through, but chris still caught it. "there she is," he grins, pulling your hair more as his hips slap against your ass. the lewd sound of his hips meeting yours along with the squelch of your pussy fills the room.

his hand that was holding your leg leaves, landing a hard slap on your ass. the sudden sting made you cry out. "sound so pretty," chris praised, "let me hear it all, ma."

with a nod of your head, he begins to pound into you, making your head bounce as he slams his cock into you. your eyes begin to water, the pleasure and pain mixing together. "fuck, fuck so good," you babble, feeling the familiar coil in your stomach.

chris chuckles, "look so pretty, taking my cock like this. think you can take it harder baby?" he asks, and you quickly nod. his grip on your hair loosens, and his other hand grabs your shoulder as his hips begin to snap against yours harder than before.

tears streamed down your cheeks as you cried out, nothing but loud whines and pornographic moans leaving your lips. his grip was sure to leave bruises, and your scalp was throbbing.

the coil was becoming too much, and you felt yourself coming undone. "c-chris," you cry, "i'm cumming, shit i'm cumming." the words left your lips in a babble, your cunt clenching around him. "cum on my dick, baby. fuck yes," he grunts, his hips never faltering.

your body went limp in his hold, you eyes rolling back as your mouth fell open. he fucked you through the orgasm, his own not far behind. a few more thrusts and he was pulling out, stroking his dick as he released on your ass.

your knees buckled, but his arm held you up. "gonna talk to me now, ma?" he breathed, his chest heaving as the two of you caught your breath. you nodded your head, a smile tugging on your lips.

"good, let's go get you cleaned up," he says, spinning around and lifting you up. you wrapped your legs around his waist, your head resting on his shoulder as he carried you to the shower.

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lostinlads · 1 month ago

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Fluffy Treatment

Synopsis: Leaving for a month to travel around the world had been a breath of fresh air, but returning to your family's home is where your heart resided. Your first day back had been hectic, a grand meal with all of your parent's wealthy friends would be held to honor your return. But as you are getting ready, your family's cat butler, Zayne, has come to your side to help you. The mutual missing and longing couldn't be denied as it flowed between the both of you. He would obey his master.

Tags: zayne x femme!reader, MDNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, smut, catboy!zayne, footjob, footplay, p in v, unprotected sex, master/servant play, secret relationship, aphrodisiac (catnip), no use of y/n

Words: 4.4k

an: Here is my fic of zayne's latest catboy card! this isnt completely accurate to the card just taking some inspiration from it, but i hope you enjoy either way!

ao3 | Yes, Cat Caretaker mini series | kofi

One month has come and gone - traveling the world, visiting friends, partying through the night. It honestly felt like a never-ending dream, but this morning when your driver pulled up to your family's estate, you couldn't help but feel relieved.

One face has been plaguing your thoughts. Well, let's admit it, it's been more than just a face.

Memories of his hands running over your naked flesh, his hot mouth on yours to silence your moans, soft ears and a bushy tail that drew goosebumps across your skin. You craved him. Dashing hazel eyes that looked at you like you were the finest meal he has ever seen, wanting to feast on you.

Those same eyes that stared at you now through the mirror in your bedroom as you tried on your dinner gown. Not hiding any shame as they sweep over every single blessed inch of your jaw dropping body.

You stare back, eyes drawing over his wide shoulders, his broad chest, the thick arms that are pulled behind his back.

The tension in the air between you both is almost electric, one spark could send the entire room ablaze.

Your fingers twitch at your side, wanting to turn around and reach towards him. Pull him to you just so you can feel him under your fingertips again. Something so forbidden between the both of you yet so sweet and delicious, addictive. You had no intentions of sleeping with your family's cat butler, but the way he falls apart under your touch, breath hitching as he whimpers your name. How could you control yourself?

"How do I look?" You ask, not turning but meeting his eyes in the mirror. They flick up, pouring his heart out in them. The corners of his mouth lift, barely but just enough for you to notice.

"Breath taking as always, my lady." Heart racing in your chest, but you know he can hear it, his sensitive ears flicking to the beat like a drum. Smoothing your hands over your dress, you give yourself one final onceover, making sure every hair is put in place, your dress falling where it's supposed to and hugging what it needs to.

Satisfied, you turn, letting your eyes run up Zayne's tall figure. He stands there unmoving as always, forced to remain stoic, to not give in. Maybe that's what drew you to him, wanting to break down his reserve and find the man deep within, or maybe it was that he is undeniably attractive. Sharp jaw matching his sharp eyes, large, sure hands, legs that go on for days. Something so magnetic drawing you to him.

"I got you something, you know." A smile playing on your painted lips, because who could honestly forget their favorite cat butler in a month without bringing him a gift in return. He cocks an eyebrow towards you.

"Oh?" Lips pulling up in that barely there smile again. "No need to come baring gifts, my lady. Just being graced by your presence once more is a gift in itself." The flush that coated your cheeks were more than enough, feelings showing without speaking words. You smile up at him, grabbing the small box from the bed and placing it in his hands.

"It's an 'I missed you' present," Words so quiet, almost as if you were scared of getting caught. Zayne looks at you for a moment, pausing as he feels the weight in his hands, eyes searching yours.

Slowly, Zayne pulls the lid off and sets it on your bed. You watch as his hazel eyes dilate, nostrils flaring at the scent of catnip. Taking the box from his hands, you hold the cat wand, the bell jingling softly as you move. His eyes darkening, zeroing in on it as you toss the box onto your bed.

Though he is every bit man, he was still part feline, crumbling and growing hungry over the intoxicating scent of the drug. He doesn't indulge often in treats or toys, but something cracked in his composure every time catnip swirled in his senses.

His ears twitch as you shake the wand, trying so hard to keep his eyes locked on yours but ultimately failing as you draw the wand up. A ragged breath releases from his lungs almost as if he was holding it. You move, reaching your arm higher towards his head and shake it again. His body shifts, zoned in on the movement and the scent of the toy. Playing like this had always been so pleasuring to you, watching as he fights off his instincts and tries to remain loyal to his orders.

You move again, walking back, drawing him to you as you shake the toy in front of your own face. His eyes fighting to stay locked on yours but ultimately failing as he snaps them back. His large, glove clad hand reaches out, just barely missing the wand as you pull it away, higher in the air out of his reach. He straightens at once, looming over you with his massive height, brows pinched together tight in disbelief. You got him right where you wanted him, clouded his mind and drew him to you. Tossing the now useless toy to the side you straighten your back, sizing him up.

Zayne walks towards you, eyes dark and jaw set. Footsteps so sure and precise. Times like these he looked almost intimidating, not being able to help it as you took a few steps back.

Suddenly you trip, unstrapped heel slipping off of your stocking covered foot. You look down, the shoe laying helpless between the both of you. Sighing you walk to the wide armchair lining the wall, a few steps behind you. Crossing your legs and propping your head in your palm. Zayne walks to you, eyes softening and ears drooping to a more relaxed position.

"Do you know what this cat likes most?" He sighs out, voice hushed.

"Catnip? Or a cat wand?" Though you knew where he was going, you wanted to play this game, this push and pull you both ended up in. His chuckle is breathy, ears twitching in delight as he looks away for just a moment.

"Neither," Leaning forward hands caging you in, a smile playing on his lips. "He likes his owner more than anything else." Thick bushy tail swaying lazily behind him, face so close to yours you can feel the heat of his breath as it washes over your face.

"You made my shoe come off," Eyes drawing down at the discarded shoe, ignoring his advances.

Obeying, he kneels down, picking up your far too expensive heel, inspecting it as he holds it in his hands. You take the opportunity to reach forward, attempting to grasp his velvet like ears. But he is too fast, twitching them just out of reach, his eyes playful as he catches you in the act.

"Looks like someone hasn't forgotten about touching his ears," The low rumble of his words make your stomach flip. The slow swishes of his tail taunting you from behind him. "A cat won't fulfill all your requests."

"Really?" You lean forward again, pinching the base of his ear softly before rubbing soothing circles in it. A sharp hiss through his teeth at the contact, making you drop your hand back down to your side. His comes up, caressing the spot, eyes soft and sad.

"It hurts..." Zayne's ears had always been sensitive, the slightest touch always drawing a quiet gasp from him.

You look down, expectantly as you eye your shoeless foot.

"Help me put on this shoe," Lifting your leg, toes pointed towards his hand as you wait.

"All right." His large hand coming to clasp around the back of your ankle, lifting your foot up as he bends slightly. Lips placing a firm kiss through your stockings, goose bumps rising, drawing out a dull pulse between your legs. "At your service, my lady."

His fingers delicately dance up your arched sole, towards your heel before curling back around your ankle once more, catching your breath in your throat. Cheeks on fire as you watch him with such an intensity, sliding the toe of the shoe over yours, fixing the strap securely on your ankle with a smile playing on his lips. His long fingers dancing along your clothed skin. He looks up at you, a pink blush dusting over his cheeks as he lets out a chuckle.

"Your hands..." Zayne looks down at them, letting your foot fall back to the floor. Brows drawing back together in the smallest movement. "They still smell like catnip."

"They do?" You ask in a teasing tone, reaching your index finger forward. Running it along his bottom lip, his hand grasps yours, mouth falling open as he gasps out. Zayne pulls your hand closer, finger resting just between his lips.

Then you feel his teeth, a small nip to your skin. Not enough to cause blood but just enough for you to let out a shocked gasp, stomach flipping in delight. You pull your hand back a few inches, making him look up at you. Hazel eyes consumed in nothing but lust from the aphrodisiac and the scent of you. Pink blush dusting over his nose.

"Ow! You know, a good cat butler doesn't bite its owner," You scold with a scoff, eyes flicking to the side for just a moment. But then a rough, wet tongue laps at your skin. The hot stripe of saliva tingles on your skin as you stare at him, trying your hardest to not squeeze your slick thighs together, to not give in and let him know just how bad you need him inside of you.

"This is how I express my affection," Zayne says matter-of-factly, his barely there smile making a return as his tail shows his emotions behind him.

You pull your hand from his grasp, lunging forward as you take his face in your hands. His ears quickly airplane in shock at your movements.

"Then let me express my affection," You command, shaking his head lightly to the side. "You like that?"

A breathy moan slips from his lips as you caress his cheeks, his eyes slowly blinking in affection at you. The undeniable smile tugging at your lips as you watch him indulge, letting you warm his skin with yours finally. A deep rumbling purr emanating from his chest as he basks in your touch.

"Besides affection," Pausing, your hand still, cupping his cheek with one as the other ghosts down towards his chin. "I'm curious, do cats feel possessive towards their owners?" Voice dropping an octave, slow and sultry as you lean in and lift his chin, watching his eyes widen.

Your cat butler smiles, wrapping his fingers around the wrist that cupped his face, clothed thumb brushing over your silky flesh.

"Of course," Voice so sweet, a million emotions dancing behind it as he speaks. "Just like this..." He nuzzles into your awaiting hand before continuing, a heavy breath drawing in his lungs. "What this gesture means is - this is mine." Eyes meeting yours at the word 'mine'; possessive and claiming. His thick tail swishing behind faster. Zayne places a kiss to your open palm before he nuzzles back into it, the purr becoming so strong it vibrates in your hand.

"Mmm," You hum, a smirk on your lips as you shake your head. "Kitty, I think you're confused, you're all mine." Words forming a purr as you lean in, faces so close you could smell his scent. Another slow, loving blink of his eyes, his tail coming around to brush up your calf.

"You have no idea how much I've missed this," The raw emotion in his eyes almost makes you pull back, his smile falling.

You wished you could tell him you loved him, throw all the back and forth aside, throw aside how forbidden it would be to expose your relationship with your family's butler. But him melting into your touch, telling you how he missed your skin on his with those fucking bone melting eyes. Just pour your heart to him, leave everything behind for him.

But that wasn't possible. So, you stone your emotions, forcing a smirk on your lips.

"Why don't you show me?" Thumb brushing just under his eyes as you push him, trying to get him to indulge, take as much as he wants from you.

Zayne's fingers curl around your ankle, pulling your foot forward towards him as he lets out a hot pant of breath. As he grinds against you, his hard erection presses onto your shin. You feel him shutter from the contact, his eyes rolling closed as he presses his face more into your palm, open lips on your skin, feeling every exhale.

Slipping your foot out of your unbuckled shoe, you pull back, hand falling from his face as your back presses against the chair. His eyes flutter open, the slightest pout at the loss of contact from both your hand and shin. But he remains still, refusing to reach out and pull you back to him, diving in for friction. Through his black slacks, you can make out the tent growing at his groin.

"Already so worked up..." You tsk, shaking your head from side to side, clicking your tongue. "What will we do about that, hm?" Cocking your head to the side, you cross your legs, shoeless foot over the other, tapping it up and down teasing him.

"Please... my lady," He reaches up, fingers drifting up, dusting over your heel, down your arch and latching around your clothed toes. His empty hand clenches at his side, refusing to touch himself as he begs you for any sort of relief.

With a sigh you uncross your legs, bringing your foot to his chest with his fingers still attached. The shaky, uneven breath could be felt through his suit as you run your foot down his chest and stomach towards the place he needed you the most. Ears sloping as they relax under the building pleasure inside of him.

Finally, you press your foot to his groin, feeling his lengthy erection under your hot skin. He sighs, shifting his hips just slightly enough to get the smallest friction. The smile that spread on your lips couldn't be helped, the mingling emotions of his pleasure and the excited anticipation bubbling inside of you. The month had been too long, the nights too expansive, and Zayne too far away. But here he is, already falling apart, breaking down his walls for you just over a touch. Drool worthy cock so hard, so ready for you. You shift your foot, dragging it down to his base, watching the shudder run under his shoulders. The length mapping itself out under your toes, but far too many layers separated it for your liking.

"Strip," You command, voice nothing higher than a breath. In an instant, he shrugs his coat off, fingers fiddling with the buttons of his shirt before that too has been discarded. He rises to his knees, thumbing the button of his slacks open, unzipping, then pulling them down along with his boxers. But you stop him there, raising your heeled foot up, right in front of his erect cock. "Fuck it," Eyes locked on his, your chest rising and falling as you wait for him to obey.

The slick between your thighs growing as you drink him in, deep pink tip inches away from your foot, in need of release. Veins wrapping around his massive length, your mind already drifting to how they feel, every single inch of him a delicious pleasure that you needed inside of you.

Zayne shifts to the side, hands holding your heel still as he slips the tip of his cock between your clothed foot and your shoe. The groan that graces your ears has you gripping your hands at your side is enough to get your mind reeling, trying to control your urges of pushing him down and fucking yourself on him, losing all sense of control and just give in.

"Feels so good," He groans out through is teeth as he sinks himself to the hilt, pausing there as he catches his breath. His member hot against your arched sole, blood pumping through his veins.

After a moment, his hips shift, pulling back before thrusting forward, fucking your foot. The friction of his cock through your stockings sent tingles up your spine, shifting in your seat as the uncomfortable thrumming of arousal pooled between your thighs. Watching himself fuck his cock in your shoe, the way his mouth hung open as his chest rose and fell with every heavy breath. You never wanted it to end, not being able to get enough after being deprived for so long.

Zayne's fingers tighten as you flex your toes, tightening your arch, making the small opening even smaller. He groans out, brows pinching as his pace picks up, cock head disappearing and reappearing as he continues. After you're done, you'd have to toss your stockings away, the wetness growing on them from his leaking cock head soiling them, unable to wear them. But the thought of walking into the dining hall, stockings stained with his precum, a claim of him, made your stomach flip. You flex your toes again, drawing a hungry moan from him as you watch the beads of sweat form at his brows. Eyes trailing down his bare chest, down his flexing stomach, and landing on his freshly shaved groin. You wanted to reach out, run your nails down his skin and watch his muscles seize as he fights back his orgasm.

"Fuck," He swears under his breath, hips moving faster, bumping into the side of your foot, stockings already soaked as his cock easily slides between. You could see how painfully erect he was, feel it. Tip flushed with the rush of blood, aching to release, cock twitching after every few thrusts.

"You like fucking my feet?" Cooing, his eyes snap to yours, a smile playing on your lips. Your fingers brushing the hair from his damp forehead.

"Love it," Your butler breathes out, hips never stilling, but growing sloppy, the rhythm stalling every once in a while. "Love it, my lady." He repeats with a grunt, hips jerking with a harsh thrust.

You could tell how close he was, the jerky movements, the rising and falling of his chest in jagged breaths, his hazel eyes cloudy and glossy in a haze. If you didn't stop him, he'd cum all over your foot, leaving nothing left for you. Just that thought alone was more than enough for you to stop him, gripping his strong, muscular arm to still his movements. His ears shifted to the side, confusion and frustration, eyes slowly dragging to your reddened face.

"Go lay on the bed," Voice sounding distant, you command him. With a swish of his tail he obliges, slowly pulling his aching cock from your shoe and pushing himself up to stand. Shucking the rest of his clothes off, he walks towards your bed - your eyes never leaving his naked frame, raking in every inch. From his tight, toned ass, his fluffy tail that swayed with every footstep, to his muscular back and his wide shoulders. Every single aspect of this man made your core ache for him, like he was made just to pleasure you.

Not wasting time, you rise to your feet, discarding your lone shoe and pad over to him. Zayne sat on the edge of your massive bed, large thigs spread, red, angry cock resting against his stomach as he allowed himself to be used. You slot yourself between his thighs, hands resting on his shoulders as you feel the heat of his body radiate around you. His hands cup the back of your knees, you can feel how clammy they were through the thin, skintight fabric. Hands pushing you to him, lifting your legs to climb onto his bare lap, hovering just over his wet cock. His face leaning in, lips hovering over yours, teasing.

"Let me please you, mistress," Breath washing over you, filling your lungs as you inhale him. Before you know it, his hands reach up, fingers curling around your tights. The rip of them sounded so overwhelmingly loud in your silent room, almost echoing off the walls. The moan that slipped from your lips wasn't intentional, eyes rolling back as your muscles almost giving out from just the action alone. You could hear his chuckle through the cloud of arousal in your mind, almost taunting at how quickly you fall while he's in control.

That wakes you up, snapping out of the fog. You push him back onto the mattress, a woosh of breath leaving his lungs as he falls, eyes widening and ears standing to attention. Not wasting any time, you reach between your bodies and push your panties to the side, guiding his cock inside of your soaked cunt. He fills you slowly, pushing through your walls, knocking your head back as you try to control yourself from being too loud. Your family was here after all, floating around the house, getting last minute preparations finished for your welcome home party. But somehow that only turned you on even more, fucking your cat butler while you should be getting dressed, ruining your clothes just so he could cum inside of you again.

Zayne's hands grip your hips, desperate for more. Once you take him completely, he hisses through his teeth, thick thighs tensing beneath your body, willing himself not to release yet. You wouldn't last long either, one entire month without his cock inside of you made your stamina nonexistent, just him alone inside of you now, you could feel the familiar tight coil binding on itself in your core. As you both catch your breath, your small hand runs up his chest, so smooth under your touch, freshly shaved how you told him you liked it. You fought back a smile, not giving into your emotions, not yet. Instead, you keep going higher, hand resting at the base of his throat, feeling the groan he lets out as you tighten your fingers slightly, feeling the jump of his cock at the movement. A rumbling purr in his chest, vibrations so strong you can feel them jitter up your arm.

He couldn't hold back any longer, tightening his hands around your hips, bucking his hard cock deep inside of you. Throwing your head back you cry out, eyes wide as you can feel him brush against that mind numbing spot inside of you, his head kissing it with every movement. He thrusts again, a low growl as he grinds his teeth together, your body jumping with his hips. He is relentless, pounding himself in your pussy at a desperate attempt to chase both of your highs, them building together in an almost perfect sync. Drawing the most beautiful noises from your lips, sending his predator instincts into a frenzy, feeding on them as he fights for more.

"Oh!" You cry, falling to his chest, burying your face into his damp neck, his cock hitting impossibly deeper into your quivering cunt. You could taste it, your orgasm looming over you as you try to meet his now sloppy thrusts.

"'M close-" He hisses out, hands repositioning onto your ass, fingers sinking into the fatty flesh. He pushes you down, meeting his thrusts as the lewd wet slapping of your bodies bounce around the room. Anyone standing in the hall would be able to hear, but you couldn't give less of a care right now, the way he fucks himself inside of you dumbing your brain and making you drool. His tail brushing against your foot as it swipes up your leg, curling around you in need to touch you. Your hand grips his chest, nails sinking in as your mouth falls open into an O, orgasm on the tip of your tongue.

"Zayne-" You try to choke out, a whimper cutting your words of as your eyes roll back. "Coming!" Is all you manage before the hot heat runs over your body, curling your toes and burying your face into his neck as you cry out. The gush of wetness between the both of you only intensifying the noises your bodies made as his last few thrusts fuck himself inside of you. Then you feel the first hot rope, a deep groan ripping from his throat as his cock leaks into you. You feel how it pulsates, the throbbing only making the last lick of your orgasm even more intense, legs shaking just from his feeling alone. Zayne's strong arms wrap around you, holding you both still as he empties completely inside of you.

The both of you lay like that, breath heavy as you can feel his load seeping out of your abused hole, cock softening inside. His arms stay locked around you, not wanting to let you go just yet, or maybe ever again now that he finally has you back. But right now, you don't mind, listening to his rapid beating heart, feeling his damp skin on yours, the scent of him surrounding you.

"I love you," Your ears almost don't catch those three little words. Said so lightly it could've been a blowing breeze through the room. But his unmistakable voice is what blessed your ears. Body growing hot, his confession slipping out. You don't move, shock settling in your bones. "I know it's inappropriate, I understand if you want me to leave, my lady. But I couldn't-" You cut him off, pushing yourself from his chest, both of your arms holding you up, caging him in.

The smile on your lips seemed to relax him, eyes softening, ears relaxing - even his tail lightly thumped against the bed.

"I love you," You whisper, watching the flush bloom on his face, lips falling open in a gasp. You were finally able to admit it, after months of sneaking around and shoving your emotions deep down your throat, they felt so easy as they flowed from your mouth.

His sudden movement shocked you, a shriek squealing from your lips as he lifts you and flips you onto your back. He hovers over you with a lazy smile, one only ever reserved for these secret moments with you. Without stopping himself, he leans in and kisses you, lips molding together like puzzle pieces, your heart pounding in your chest but your skin growing warm.

Cupping his face, you give in. Allowing yourself to bask in his love while he was here with you. Never wanting it to end.

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lanadelnegan · 8 months ago

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so basically instead of eugene its reader and negan finds it super hot that she's hot and has brains, and while she's explaining how to make bullets all he can stare at is how tiny her articles of clothing are and maybe fucks her in the building while the guards are right outside? love your writing

Ahhh i love this idea so much.

Smarty Pants

Negan x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, quickie with Negan while the others are outside

"And, so, yeah, that's how you make a bullet." You pushed your glasses further up the bridge of your nose, hesitantly looking up at the Savior's leader before you.

A smirk lingered at the corner of his mouth as his eyes slid slowly up your body before landing on your eyes. You blushed, realizing he'd been staring and silently praised yourself for choosing to wear a spaghetti strapped sundress today. It was yellow, your favorite color, and contrasted perfectly with your skin. You'd be lying if you said you weren't trying to impress him.

The only good thing about being at the sanctuary was getting to look at Negan everyday. Although you missed your friends back home, it wasn't so bad here. And, at least Daryl was here with you, even though he was a prisoner.

Your eyes flashed to Daryl, who standing behind Negan with cuffs shackled to his ankles and wrists. You felt an immediate sense of guilt every time you saw him. It wasn't fair that you got special treatment just for being highly intelligent. Daryl had just as much - if not more - to offer the saviors. The difference is, you were willing to succumb to them. To Negan.

Negan noticed you eyeing Daryl, making you nervously turn away and head inside. Before you could make it too far down the hall, Negan’s voice stopped you.

"Not so fast, smarty pants.” He slowly walked towards you, baseball bat in hand and your heart raced in your chest. You backed against the wall while Negan stood in front of you in a fitted white t-shirt.

"Darlin'. Have I properly thanked you for the service you're doing here?" His voice was deeper than usual and the sound of it alone made you wet.

"N-no, but no need, sir..”

"Oh, how inconsiderate of me." His voice boomed. “I would love the chance to show my appreciation to my sweet, little bullet maker. If you're up for it?"

You politely nodded and his grin deepened as he looked down at you.

"That’s a good girl." Lucille touched your ankle, stinging your skin but you didn't move. The head of the bat traced up your leg lightly, leaving a mark until it reached your sensitive thigh. You felt the bottom of your dress lifting as Negan watched.

"Like opening a birthday present, baby. Did you wear this pretty dress just for me?”

You nodded again, causing him to pull his bat away and lean it against the wall beside you.

“Can’t hear you, sweetheart. Speak when you’re spoken to.” He whispered in your ear.

“Y-yes. I wore it for you.” You admitted, earning a pleased chuckle from him.

“Yeah? You want my attention, baby? You’ve fuckin' got it.”

Your body shivered when his hand slid up your thigh and reached your panties. You were already soaked and from Negan’s reaction, it was obvious. He let out a satisfied groan before pressing his lips to the sensitive spot underneath your ear.

“So warm and wet for me already. Tell me what you want, darlin’.” He whispered, and you heard the sound of his pants quickly unzip.

"I want.. you to fuck me. Right here, please."

Negan chuckled and lifted you suddenly by your thighs, guiding your legs around his waist.

“That? Is exactly what the fuck I wanted to hear.”

He pulled your panties to the side while pressing you against the wall and entered you completely, not giving you time to adjust. Your mouth fell open into an "o" shape at how deep he went. You both let out a satisfied groan before his thrusts became steady and fast.

"Oh my goddd! It's so.. so.." You tried to finish your sentence but he took your breath away, so he finished it for you.

"Big. I know baby, and I am balls fucking deep in you right now. Taking me like a champ. I am so. fucking. proud. of you baby girl." He grunted while he spoke filthy words in your ear and you held onto him tight.

Burying your face into the side of his neck, you cried from the overwhelming fullness. Each one of his thrusts made your stomach tighten and your vision became blurry as you moaned loudly in his ear.

"Goddamn it, you feel so good wrapped around my dick. Who do you belong to?”

“You! Negan!”

“That’s fucking right, baby. You are mine.” He pumped into you harder, making you see stars as his hands squeezed your ass cheeks hard enough to leave bruises.

You could hear the guards talking right outside, knowing they could enter at any moment, but the thought of getting caught was even more thrilling. Your orgasm was coming quickly and so hard it made your eyes water.

"Ohhh fuck, I can feel you throbbing baby. Let me have it, cum for daddy." He sank his teeth into your neck, undoubtedly leaving a hickey.

“Negan! Negan! I’m cumming!” You screamed.

“Shit doll, me too. Fuck, fuck.” Negan groaned loudly as he came inside of you. He kissed you before setting you down on your feet and pulling out of you. Seconds later you felt your panties pool with his warm liquid and all you wanted to do in that moment was taste it.

"Goddamn that was exactly what I fuckin' needed!" He laughed, zipping himself back in his pants. "But I am nowhere near done with you, darlin'. How would you like stay in my room tonight?

"I thought.. that was just for your wives.."

"Jesus, I am so sorry." He said sarcastically. "I assumed you were one of them now considering I just fucked your brains out?"

Was he.. asking me to be his wife?

"Oh.. um. I mean, I want to be, so..." You paused, waiting for him to continue.

"If you're expecting a formal proposal, don't." He chuckled. "The only time you'll see me on my knees is when I'm eating that sweet pussy. Now sweetheart, we were not finished with our conversation outside. Let's go." He picked up Lucille and you followed him back outside, listening to his happy whistle as the rest of the group went silent and stared at us awkwardly.

Oh god, they totally heard everything.

"Continue." Negan demanded.

Simon cleared his throat and continued talking to the group. You shifted uncomfortably at the warmth in your panties, trying to focus on what they were saying but Negan's breath against your ear distracted you.

"Those panties stay on for the rest of the day. No exceptions."

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just saw ur fic ideas post .......... how bout semi public stuff with gojo @ some high end jujutsu event and he just is SOOOO enamoured with how you look and takes you to the bathroom and ..... 😙

GOT A FETISH FOR YOUR LOVE !

ෆ note. sobs dies ressurects… im so weak… i had to write a full on fic… everyone thank T for this cuz i went crazy on this one and it’s super detailed for no reason. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !

ෆ tags. (perv)dom!satoru x female reader. semi public, p in v — unprotected, bits of manhandling, corruption kink, breast play, premature ejaculation, cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, teasing, cum play, creampies, spanking, pussy slapping, mentions of masturbation, perv panty stealer satoru, implied cunnilingus, fucked against a wall, lots of dirty talk, satoru calls you ‘slutty’ once, satoru with the famous ‘just the tip’ beg, satoru sometimes turns whiny and subby so you get the best of both worlds (hes pathetic), he has a big dick ehem, pussy drunk satoru.

satoru couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you climb up the stairs near the torii gates of the high school he teaches at; your appearance only increasing in beauty due to the candle lights placed all around the environment.

your face and body were glistening under the moon light as you made your way up. you were silently cursing yourself for wearing heels while knowing that jujutsu tech was situated on top of a literal mountain.

unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had been waiting your arrival near the entrance since the first guests started pouring in.

with a sigh, you finally lift your head up as you notice the entrance to the main building come into view. there were lots of known sorcerers gathered around, chitchatting about recent business and changes in the jujutsu society.

you were too enamoured by the elegant decorations that hung around the school and the people who were dressed accordingly to the theme to even notice the white-haired man walking up to you.

which was unusual, since satoru’s tall physique could be easily spotted in any crowd.

“baby, you should’ve told me you had arrived!” satoru exclaims almost embarrassingly loud, waving at you without a care in the world of all the other guests that were giving him stares. his gaze was only on you, “i would’ve come picked you up.”

you wave back at him, eyes lingering on the tailored dark blue suit he was wearing, the waistcoat and dress shirt underneath being undeniably attractive. a bonus being that he was wearing his glasses and not his blindfold.

“it’s okay, love.” you reassure satoru as you walk a few steps towards him as well.

“ya sure? you didn’t hurt yourself or anything, right?” satoru pouts, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tight, “my poor, poor girl.”

you roll your eyes at satoru’s antics. his one and only desire in life is to give you the princess treatment you deserve and it shows at moments like these.

“it’s fine,” you murmur, voice muffled as you bury your face into the crook of his neck; getting drowned in his familiar scent, “you look handsome by the way.”

satoru chuckles, feeling a bit giddy on the inside from your compliment. he almost responded with a ‘i know i do’, yet he held himself back. today was an exception and he decided to save you from any more cheeky remarks.

“thank you, pretty.” satoru hums, “you look ethereal.”

you could feel the way your boyfriend hugged you even tighter after his comment, pressing your body against his. you normally wouldn’t mind it in the slightest, however you could notice a few people glancing over at you two.

satoru couldn’t give a single damn about it; the only thing his senses were hyper focused on were your breasts that were squished against his chest—the curves of your body being easily accessible to the sorcerer.

“god..” his breath was shaky a little. satoru was really trying hard to repress his urges, the event hadn’t even started yet and even so, he was way too lost in his perverted thoughts.

he couldn’t help himself. you were just too addictive; your perfume, your warmth, your body, your face, your glossy lips… your breasts, your ass—

satoru clears his throat and pulls back after a bit, “shall we, m’lady?”

he bowed a little to you, putting his hand out for you to hold on while a subtle smirk played on his lips.

with a giggle, you grab onto his hand and satoru wastes no time interlocking your fingers as he guides you to the entrance of the main hall.

the building was scattered with even more sorcerers from all kinds of clans; some admiring the scenery, some sitting and eating various delicacies.

like before, you were too caught up in the scale of the event to realise that satoru was ogling you. it was a great thing that his pitch black lenses were blocking most of his eyes from the outside;

his gaze lingered on your side profile, your lips that were slightly parted in amazement, your hips which swayed from side to side with each step and your ass which he tried not to grope in public.

satoru hadn’t even noticed that he started to ball his hands into fists out of pure self control. his hand that was holding onto yours tightening its grip as well.

“something wrong?” you ask your boyfriend once you noticed, tilting your head to look up at him.

“nothin’, baby.” satoru lies and flashes you a reassuring smile, “c’mon. let’s enjoy some food.”

without waiting on your answer, satoru guides you towards a free cocktail table and stands near it, serving you an appetiser that was set on the table cloth.

you gladly accepted it and took a small bite, looking around the place some more and taking in the details, “it’s really pretty. the decor and stuff.”

satoru hums in agreement even though he hadn’t taken a single proper look at the environment when you were the main event in his eyes, “yeah. i think so too.”

everything about you somehow drove him crazy today. on most normal days, he could wait until you were at home to show you how much he adores you. that was not the case at the moment since he was fighting with his own self on the inside.

he was absolutely whipped for your elegant look.

“very pretty.” satoru mumbles under his breath. he most definitely wasn’t talking about the interior or exterior of the place.

it was getting harder by the minute to not give in to his primal needs. the more you talked to him, flashed him your innocent smile and let him hear your voice, the more he was struggling to keep his (now hard) dick in his pants.

you continued rambling about something that you noticed around you and satoru took the chance to place his hand on your hip, pulling you closer. it wasn’t anything unusual, thus you kept on talking.

it started off by him rubbing the area around your hips to his fingers subtly sliding downwards, eventually reaching the hem of your dress. his index finger dipped under the fabric, caressing your upper thigh. that small skin to skin action made satoru’s breath hitch and his cock twitch in its restraints.

“fuck.”

“what was that?” you abruptly stop yourself as you heard your lover curse under his breath. you weren’t aware of all the lewd thoughts going on in satoru’s mind and that made it even better. your innocent confusion wasn’t going to last long, however.

satoru lowered his head a bit until his lips were right next to your ear. the warmth of his breath made you shiver.

“i said,” he starts off in a low tone; one which he knows would make you weak for him, “i want you.”

it was as if time froze for you for a split second. you knew what satoru meant with that. you could’ve easily guessed the hidden meaning behind those three words just by his tone. the light but daring touches on your legs were your second hint.

“love, we’re in public.” you whisper back. satoru has a reputation to uphold as the strongest sorcerer in this entire building, yet there he was; implying that he wanted to take you right there and now.

a sigh left satoru’s lips, the air hitting your ear once again, “please, baby? for me?”

satoru was running out of patience. he could act out in the midst of the hall and disregard his image for all he cares. he just needed you. badly.

“promise i’ll be quick, yeah?” he adds, tone pleading but also a tad dominant.

you gulp and wanted to give in. you stood no chance to your whiny boyfriend, who always knew the right buttons to push to get you to comply to his requests.

satoru saw the hesitation in your eyes and he decided to plead more, “just the tip. i promise, sweets—tha’s all i need.”

a intrusive mental image of satoru fucking your brains out made him grip your thigh a bit harder; his voice suddenly growing deep and dominant, his expression filled with only lust.

“shit—please. have to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around me or i’ll lose it.”

his words were growing explicit and it was only a matter of time before he actually touches you improperly in front of everyone. you could tell by the way his long fingers inched closer to your clothed cunt.

“..fine. just the tip, like you said.” you breathe out shakily out of pure desire. though, both of you knew that it was going to be more than ‘just the tip’.

satoru grinned and immediately put down the appetiser he was holding onto, grabbing your hand and almost rushing out of the hall.

there were a few sorcerers trying to greet him on the way, yet he didn’t even glance at them once. his eyes were dazed with hunger as he swiftly made his way through the crowd—his thoughts being filled with the ways he’ll have you moan and beg.

satoru opens up the door to the nearest bathroom, pushing you against the wall the moment the door closed behind you.

his glossy lips crash against yours, the lipstick you’re wearing smearing on your lover due to the aggressive and almost sloppy way he kissed you. his tongue prodded against your lips before entering your mouth—strings of saliva and heavy breaths being exchanged between you two for what felt like minutes.

“ah, fuck. i wanted this so bad,” satoru moans against your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip, “..since the moment i saw you in that dress.”

his big hands were all over your body; groping and grabbing onto your flesh, from your ass and thighs to your tits.

“mhhh— ‘toru, god,” you sigh, feeling yourself get wet from just his confessions, “you can have me, all of me.”

your lover grunts at your words. they were exactly what he needed to hear. he roughly pulls the hem of your dress up, revealing your white panties. his all time favourite. a small, lustful grin instantly appears on his face. he always thought that you looked extra innocent in those; and that by ripping those off, that he’ll corrupt that ‘pure’ image.

and don’t let him start on how many times he’s used that specific pair of panties to jerk off. he vividly remembers how his sticky cum covered the cloth afterwards.

“haah—fuckfuckfuck,” satoru curses repeatedly as his fingertips tremble out of pure desire, “can’t wait any longer. you’re gonna walk around the avenue with no panties later on, ‘kay?”

“sato-” your eyes widened and before you could even protest, you hear the fabric of your underwear tearing. the ripped off cloth falling down onto the cold floor.

“there we go,” he mutters in delight, his eyes gazed at your exposed pussy. his fingers rubbed over the skin, grazing the wet folds. a deep, breathy chuckle echoes throughout the bathroom, “this pussy’s just ready to be filled, don’tcha think?”

you nod feverishly and nibble on your lower lip at the way satoru was teasing your clit. his hand slowly cupped your slippery cunt, his palm covering the area entirely before slapping the velvety flesh. three small smacks, each making your limbs tremble.

“ya hear that?” satoru hums, completely overtaken by his desire for you as the squelchy sounds ring in his ears, “so ready to be stretched out and fucked.”

“hnnnh, ah, baby—please just, just fuck me.” you whimper; feeling the pressure of his hand’s thenar against your clit while his fingertips traveled across your vulva.

“oh, i definitely will.” satoru responds with a grunt as he undoes his belt and zipper with his free hand. his trousers and underwear fall down to his ankles, revealing his cock to you.

your mouth watered at the sight as it slightly slapped against his lower abdomen due to the speed at which satoru took his boxers off. the moist drops of thick pre-cum coating his pink tip, the slight curve of his big shaft and the veins covering it—you needed to have him in you.

when satoru thinks that he prepped you enough to take his cock, he removes his hand from between your legs. of course, he isn’t going to waste a chance of tasting your slick that gathered on his skin.

“turn around,” he orders after licking off his fingers and you do as said, “ass back towards me, pretty.”

one of satoru’s hands was on one side of your hips to hold you steady against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, the other occupied with stroking his cock. satoru was already contemplating on where to cum; in or on you. he’s obsessed with spurting his sticky cum on your plump ass, however he also loved stuffing you full of it.

“deep breaths,” your boyfriend reminds you as he prods the swollen tip of his cock at your entrance—despite the prep, it was always almost impossible to avoid a slight discomforting sensation in the beginning. that man’s length was no joke.

“ahhhh, fuuuck! satoru!” you hiss and your fingernails try to dig into the wall you were pressed against. you felt your folds being forced apart to fit his cock inside of your small cunt.

“shiiit.. you’re fuckin’ tight.” satoru grits his teeth. no matter how many times he breaks your pussy in, you still feel as tight as ever, “..mmh—relax, princess.”

satoru pushed in, inch by inch, until he bottomed out and you both took a deep breath. a sloppy kiss was placed against the back of your neck as reward for taking him in. it was his habit of doing so every time the two of you get intimate.

“‘m gonna start moving. that alright?”

a simple nod coming from you was plenty to let satoru begin with slow, soft thrusts which soon enough turned into deep and firm thrusts—the pounding sounds echoing in the bathroom, “there we go—ahh, yeah— fuck!”

“mhhhg, s’good! ngh!” you slur your words a bit as satoru started to speed up the tempo, feeling his heavy balls slap against the skin near your clit every time he drove his thick cock into you, “mmph! more, wan’ more!”

neither you nor satoru could care anymore if your desperate mewls or the harsh skin-to-skin sounds were heard outside of the dimly lit bathroom.

satoru was slowly losing his mind as he gazed down at your ass and the way you moved your hips back to meet his rough thrusts—he never got enough of you in that position. his hands held onto your hips before moving to your lower back to deepen your arch a little. his eyes were in a trance; he needed to see more of that chubby ass and the recoil of it.

“i swear—you’re gonna make me,haah, cum already,” satoru moans as he tried to find a way to distract himself from the pleasure building up to a breaking point. he decides to gently bite onto your shoulder, running his tongue over the slight mark he left and then continues to suck on the flesh.

“hmmmh, haah, yes! need- need your cum in me, please- please, ‘toru!” you beg in such an erotic tone that satoru can’t help but bite down harder on your shoulder.

“princess—y-you can’t say that-” he swallows a lump in his throat as he forces his cock so deep that you felt it hit your cervix repeatedly, “please- don’t say that.. don’t, oh god—“

satoru was the one begging this time; his voice sounding more whiny than it had ever been during your little session. he can’t help it when it comes to you. he had desired to fuck you since he saw you and now that he was finally doing it, his senses were utterly overwhelmed.

“nonono,” you hear your boyfriend curse as the strokes inside your tight cunt turned harsh and quick, like he was on the verge of his climax, which he didn’t want. he didn’t want to cum in under two minutes, but he’s just so weak when it comes to you. so damn weak.

“ahhh, fuck— s-sorry, baby— can i cum? can i cum in you? please?” he bites his lips, shutting his eyes so tight that he could see colors.

“please, please, let me. mnghhh, please let me cum in you. wanna fill you up.” satoru repeats his words like a chant in your ear. you were as lost in the feeling of ecstasy as your lover was and just nodded at his whiny pleas.

“mhmm, yes, do it—cum in me!”

your permission was all satoru needed and not a second later, you felt ropes and ropes of hot cum flood your cunt and some drops gush out of your pulsating hole.

satoru was quivering slightly as he kept moving his hips in slow pumps, fucking the cum deeper into you. you were full of surprises; he didn’t know he could cum in under two minutes until right that instant. you really had him wrapped around your finger.

and the best thing? he was already starting to get hard once again.

satoru slowly pulled his dick out of you and only let the tip stay a few centimetres in you. one hand went to grab onto the base of his length and he started to tap and move the tip in tiny circular motions in your cum-filled pussy—making sure every single drop is dumped where it belonged.

“fucking greedy, ain’t ya?” satoru hisses as he feels you clench onto his tip like you were doing to his cock earlier, “your pussy just wants to milk me dry.”

you whine and push your hips back a little in attempt to push his cock further into your needy cunt again, “wan’ more.. please, ‘toru?”

gojo satoru was a weakling.

he slammed his cock fully inside of you again and didn’t care if you expected it or not; he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow. his hands were kneading the flesh of your ass, spanking it every now and then to feel you tighten up more around him while his hips were working full time.

“yeah? gonna take another load in your slutty cunt again?” satoru groans as he feels your pussy gripping onto his throbbing cock like it was pleading to be stuffed, “haaah—you’re incredible, nhh, never had anyone make me cum this quick and hard before.”

your body squirmed and shivered each time you felt satoru spank you, ending up in a repeated cycle of you tightening up around him and him smacking the fat of your ass, “yes, yes, yes! want it, please!”

it was incredibly difficult to hold back your own orgasm when satoru was whispering filthy things in your ear, pounding into your creamy pussy while also stimulating your clit.

satoru instantly caught onto the fact that you were nearing your climax. you always started to get more noisy whenever you were close, “aah, mhm—cum on my cock while i dump another load inside of you. c’mon, you can do it.”

satoru’s words made your stomach fill with butterflies, the coil inside of you threatening to finally snap.

“‘m gonna.. gonna cum! gonna cum!” you cry out between ragged breaths, eyes rolling into the back of your head once you reached your long-awaited climax.

the sight of you arching your back even more while you came was the hottest thing satoru’s seen. he rushed his thrusts, becoming more precise to hit your cervix over and over again.

“mhm, jus’ like that—tighten up more.” your lover hisses and his nails dug into the flesh of your hips while he felt your pussy throbbing from overstimulation, “milk me dry, pretty—fuck!”

your mind was foggy with that euphoric feeling after reaching your orgasm. but also due to satoru continuing to bully his thick cock all the way in you, seemingly needing to drain his balls inside your cunt.

“mhhhhnn, ‘m gonna fill ya up again,” he whimpers a bit into your ear from behind while sweat drips from his forehead, “take it all like a good girl, yeah? don’t—haah— waste a drop.”

and with that he spurts and squirts strings of cum into your womb once more. it felt like there was no ending to it as his semen just continued to pump out of the tip.

“fuckkk! got more for you,” satoru almost sobs out, his tongue peeking out from behind his lips as his muscles tense up. he came so much into you that even more of the liquid drizzled down on the floor beneath you, “take it—yeah—jus’ like that.”

a few more deep and chaste strokes and satoru was done. he exhaustedly rests his chin on your shoulder, white locks clinging onto his forehead and his cheeks colouring a reddish hue.

“haahh.. that was amazing.” satoru sighs deeply, trying to catch his breath while wrapping his arms around your waist. he buried his face into your neck, leaving small pecks there while mumbling about how good you were for him.

your eyes were closed as you rest against the wall, enjoying the affection from your lover while you feel his dick go limp inside you. satoru slowly pulls out afterwards, biting his lip as his gaze lingered on all the fluids leaking down your trembling thighs.

“hold on,” satoru murmurs gently, “gonna clean you up, princess.”

his own legs were shaking slightly as he quickly put his boxers and pants back on. your boyfriend grabs a few tissues from a nearby dispenser, kneeling behind you afterwards.

your eyes followed his fingers as they held onto the wipes and started to clean you up slowly. the comfortable silence—excluding the muffled sounds of chatter and music from outside the bathroom—was perfect for you to catch your breath.

satoru was diligently sliding the tissues over your skin, making sure to not be too rough.

as much as he tried telling himself not to get turned on again from the sight of your ass and sopping cunt in front of his face, he just couldn’t.

your lover was breathing heavily and stopped cleaning you up for a second. he really tried his best to stop himself over and over, though the title of being the strongest didn’t apply to his self control.

his large hands came up to hold onto your ass, spreading the cheeks apart which made your lips part in shock. you looked over your shoulder at him and sensed the resurfacing lust in the air. not only that: his warm breath hit your sensitive pussy as he panted in a hungry way.

satoru lifted his head up to meet your eyes, flashing you a (not so) apologetic grin;

“sorry, pretty. i need to get my dessert.”

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heartsforvin · 1 year ago

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SILENT TREATMENT

this is for my girl @forevergirlposts LOVE YOU BAE 😫(bit of a continuation to pranks, but that can be read as a stand-alone, this just mentions them in the car as if the last bits of the imagine (when they��re stargazing) didn’t happen !!)

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; smut, oral (fem receiving), orgasm denial, use of toys, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc), praise kink, degradation kink, thigh riding, unprotected p in v, slapping, spitting, vinnie being his own warning + him kinda being a dick, cussing, if i missed anything lmk!

summary; you give vinnie the silent treatment after an argument, earning you your own kind of treatment in return

sitting at a red light, vinnie turns his gaze to you, wondering if you’re ever gonna speak up.

“you gonna tell me why you’re acting like this?” he asks you, you look over with your arms crossed, glaring at him.

not replying, you turn your gaze back to the window you were looking out at before vinnie spoke up.

the light turns green and you two are on your way across the intersection, still not speaking.

you thought apologizing to him would help, but clearly it just made him more angry.

it was a harmless prank, you thought. clearly not to vinnie, though.

coming to another stop a few miles up the road, vinnie glances in your direction again, you try not to look a him, keeping your eyes on the window as you wait for the light to change.

he mutters something under his breath, gaining your attention, you look over at him and his eyes are on the road.

“that seemed to get your attention.” he says while keeping his gaze fixated on the road in front of you.

you roll your eyes. “well hearing my boyfriend call me a bitch isn’t exactly what i wanna hear.” you reply.

vinnie smirks but quickly changes the expression to a blank stare. the light turns green again and soon the car is filled with silence.

the blonde had stopped at a gas station on the way back to his place. once in the lot, he parked the car and asked if you wanted anything.

you didn’t reply, not having anything else to say. vinnie rolled his eyes and stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind him which resulted you to jump, not expecting the sudden impact.

five minutes later he returns and the two of you are soon on your way back to vinnie’s house.

once again, the ride is silent, the only noise heard his some song vinnie had put on, you not caring what it was.

finally, you pulled in the driveway and vinnie had turned off the car. grabbing his things, he opened the door but faced you. “are you just gonna sit there and pout like a baby or are you gonna come inside?” he asked.

waiting a moment for a reply, he scoffed when you ignored him again. vinnie climbed out of the car and shut the door behind him.

standing in front of the car, he waited for you, since it was the respectful thing to do. even if he was extremely pissed off at you.

“whatever,” he muttered, walking inside the home. once inside, he closes the door behind him and was met with his roommates.

saying a quick ‘hello’ vinnie then made his way to his room, shutting the door behind him and then taking his shoes off.

he put his things down on his desk and then laid on his bed, wondering how long you’d stay out in his car pouting like a child.

twenty minutes later he heard his door quietly open. lifting his gaze from his phone to his bedroom door, he saw you walk in with a slight smile on your face.

“wipe that fucking smile off your face,” he said sternly, making you huff.

you ignored him and just walked to his bathroom. a few moments later you walked out in one of vinnie’s tee’s and some shorts. you made your way to sit at his gaming chair, not wanting to be near him.

“so, you gonna tell me why you decided to start an argument and then give me the silent treatment,” vinnie started, propping himself up on his bed by his elbows. “or am i gonna have to fuck it out of you?”

you couldn’t help but blush and clench your legs together at the thought of vinnie taking his aggression out on you. it wasn’t often he did it, so when he did, you knew you were in for it.

you heard your boyfriend chuckle lowly, noticing the blush on your cheeks and how you pushed your legs together.

“pretty girl likes that idea, huh?” he teases, knowing he’s getting you riled up.

vinnie gets up from his bed and walks over to you, grabbing you by the waist to lift you up. he sits on his gaming chair, making you now sit on his lap.

feeling the prominent boner in his grey sweats, you decide to tease him. why not, right? you already pissed him off, why not do it some more.

wiggling your ass against him, vinnie groans into your neck, gripping your hips roughly.

“killin’ me, princess.” he says, evident strain in his voice.

you smirk at him, leaning in to kiss him but he pulls away. “nuh-uh,” he says, placing his finger on your lips. “only good girls get kisses.” he tells you with a smile spread across his face.

pouting once again, you cross your arms, just wanting to kiss your boyfriend. you start to get off his lap but vinnie pulls you back down.

straddling his thigh now, you squirm around, trying to get rid of the ache in between your legs.

vinnie smiles as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, kissing your temple softly.

that’s the most physical contact you’ve gotten tonight, besides the current situation you two are in.

“wanna be a good girl for me?” he whispers, leaving kisses along your neck, making you even more wet than you already are.

all you can reply with is an ‘mhm’ which sounded more than a moan than an actual response.

smirking, vinnie wraps his arms around you so his hands are on your as, he squeezes gently, making you move a bit on his thigh.

“you were such a brat today, don’t know if you deserve it.” he says, making you whine.

“i’ll be good, swear.” you tell him, giving him the innocent look he loves so much.

grinding against his thigh, you can’t help but let a noise slip, making you bite your lip, not wanting vinnie to hear.

he had, though, and that lead to a smack against your ass. “get off on my thigh, baby,” he says lowly.

whining, you move against him, loving the pleasure it’s giving you. “such a dirty girl, getting herself off by just my thigh. you want it so bad, don’t you, huh?”

you grip at his shoulders to steady yourself, vinnie smiles at you as he grips your hips, helping you relive the ache.

that soon ends though. he abruptly stops you and removes you from his leg, walking you backwards to his bed and pushing you onto it.

“you thought i’d go easy on you? let you get your way?” he laughs, pulling his sweats down and throwing them in the room somewhere.

you nod your head, kind of hoping he would. vinnie chuckles as he smiles at you. you whine as you look at his boner wanting to be free of his boxers.

meanwhile, you find it extremely unfair since your still in his baggy t-shirt and shorts. he sees you lift your hips and pull the shorts off, a smirk plastered on his face.

once your shorts are off you hear vinnie audibly gasp at the sight in front of him.

this wasn’t your guys’ first time, not in the slightest. every time he saw you like this though, he couldn’t help but be mesmerized.

“so gorgeous, princess.” he compliments you, making you blush and hide your face in your shoulder.

vinnie goes soft on you for a moment, his once aggressive demeanor now a more calm one.

hooking his index finger under your chin, he lifts up your chin so you can look at him. he smiles and gives you what you’ve been waiting for.

the kiss isn’t rough nor fast paced, it’s slow and passionate.

once the two of you are separated, it’s like that kiss never happened and he wasn’t just giving you the most loving touches in the world.

“lay on your back,” is all he says before crawling up on the bed and being mere inches away from where you’ve been needing him most.

looking up at you, he stares at you coldly before asking, “can i take these off, sweetheart?” tugging at the waistband of your panties.

nodding, you have the biggest grin on your face, finally getting what you’ve been wanting. vinnie slowly pulls your panties down your legs and tosses them somewhere in his room.

lowering himself, he lays with his chest on the bed while his mouth his oh so close to your dripping core.

before giving you exactly what you want, vinnie rubs your clit ever so slowly, teasing you and making you squirm away from him.

he roughly pulls you back by your ankles, not even giving you another second to process anything before his mouth is on you.

another whine escapes your lips the second you feel his mouth on you. you grip at the sheets, loving the feeling.

“mhm, vin.” you moan out, the feeling of him sucking on your clit becoming too much to handle.

you feel like you can cum any second, squeezing your legs around his head, you hear vinnie moan into you, causing vibrations all over.

letting go with a loud sound, vinnie looks up at you with pure lust, you can see the wetness on his chin and that just makes you more needy.

“such a pretty pussy,” he says, smacking you gently which only makes you whimper in response. “you like that? like it when i smack your pussy like that, baby?”

biting your lip, you let out a loud moan when he does it again, making vinnie chuckle in return. “doin’ so good for me, sweetheart.” he praises, only making it worse for you.

you know the ‘innocent’ act from him won’t last long. well, however innocent he can get while eating you out.

you were cut off from your thoughts when you felt vinnies middle finger enter you, a groan erupting from him.

sucking on your clit again, he pumps his finger in and out of you at a fast pace, making you arch your back slightly as you grip the sheets.

“f-fuck, vin, feels so good.” you moan out, looking down at him with lust filled eyes.

detaching his lips from you, he adds another finger, circling your clit with his thumb to help you get close to the edge.

“mm close,” you whine out, gripping the boys hair below you.

right before you’re about to let go, vinnie pulls away from you, smirking as he licks his fingers clean.

“what the fuck?” you ask, lifting yourself up on your elbows to look at him. “why’d you stop?”

standing up, you can clearly see the visible boner in his boxers, making you close your legs.

he looks at you for a moment with his arms crossed, almost as if he’s studying you. feeling small under his gaze, you bring your arms up to cover yourself.

vinnie doesn’t answer, instead, he goes over to one of the bedside tables and pulls it open.

pulling out the toy, you immediately shake your head. “no, no, no.” you say, tears brimming your eyes.

vinnie climbs back on the bed and pushes you on your back again, he smiles at you as he brings the vibrator to your clit, turning it on to the second highest setting.

“mm, vinnie,” you moan out, trying your best to not close your legs in on him.

the pleasure soon gets to be too much, seeing as he’s upped the vibration to the second to last setting.

you grip the sheets and bite your lip, knowing if you didn’t, everyone would be able to hear you.

vinnie knew you were close and took the toy away from you, making you roll your eyes.

he chuckles as he tosses the toy to the side, forgetting all about it. vinnie moves his hands up your body and stops once he reaches your tits, squeezing them roughly through your shirt.

“fuck, baby,” he says, rubbing your nipples through your shirt. “so sensitive, are we?”

lifting your shirt, he can clearly see just how sensitive you are, one little movement from him and you’re squirming.

vinnie leans down to suck on your tits, leaving evident marks on them as he does. he moves his mouth to your left one, taking your nipple in his mouth as he massages the right.

“mm, more,” you say, loving the feeling of his mouth on your chest.

vinnie hums in response, not giving you what you want in the slightest.

moving down your body, he leaves kisses all down your stomach to your thighs.

vinnie looks up at you and you can’t help but smile, even if you aren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow morning.

“get that fuckin’ smile off your face,” he growls at you. “you know what’s gonna happen?” he asks.

you shake your head as you look up at him with puppy dog eyes. “i’m gonna fuck this pretty pussy of yours, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl.” the blonde explains.

this expression towards you was blank. he said the most filthy words to you with such a serious tone and an almost blank stare.

“can you say it for me, pretty?” vinnie asks as he kisses the inside of your thigh.

you squirm at the feeling of his lips on your skin. “i’m your good girl, vin.” you tell him.

he smiles and kisses your lips the second those words leave your mouth. the next thing you know his boxers are off and he’s pulling you closer to him.

“can i take this off?” he asks, tugging on your (his) shirt.

you nod your head frantically, wanting nothing more than the shirt off and for him to be inside of you.

vinnie finally pulls your shirt off and tosses it to the ground, leaving you both completely naked to each other.

he can’t help put kiss you, you just look too irresistible for him not too. although he is mad at you for the silent treatment you’ve given him all night, he can’t help but go soft on you and treat you as if you’re something so fragile.

“scoot up on the bed for me, baby.” vinnie whispers against your lips.

you pull away from the boy and move up to the headboard, laying your head against a pillow. you smile and bite your lip as you watch your boyfriend crawl on the bed closer to you.

once he reaches you, he gives you a quick kiss before placing his hands on either side of you to steady himself.

without a warning, he pushes himself into you with a groan, setting a steady pace. as his thrusts become deeper, so does the physical contact from him.

“yeah you like that, princess?” he asks, you can’t help but moan at the feeling. “like it when i fuck this pretty pussy, baby?”

vinnie smirks as you moan out his name, he watches as your eyes roll back in pleasure. “eyes on me, princess.” he tells you as he smacks your tits roughly.

grabbing onto vinnie’s hair, you pull it when he hits a particularly good spot, moaning as you do so. “vin, please.”

you open your eyes but soon close them once again when you feel the harsh smack on your chest.

vinnie grabs your face and makes you look at him as he keeps his pace fast. “open your mouth for me, sweetheart.”

opening your mouth, vinnie leans in closer and let’s a string of spit enter. “swallow.” is all he says. you do, and he smiles.

“good girl.” he praises. you grip his shoulders and buck your hips, meeting his thrusts.

“that’s it, baby. fuck yourself on my cock,” vinnie says with a moan followed after. “that’s it, doing so good.”

you feel that knot in your stomach tighten as vinnie’s thrusts become deeper. he could tell you were close, wanting to tease you, he thought about stopping, but he decided not to.

“come on baby, cum on my cock,” he grunts, his pace becoming faster. “ be a good girl for me.”

with a few more harsh thrusts from him, you’re moaning out his name as you come down from your high.

vinnie follows soon after, kissing you on the forehead once he catches his breath.

he stays inside of you for a minute, loving the feeling. laying down on your chest, you wrap your arm around him.

“maybe i should give you the silent treatment more often.” you tell your boyfriend.

he brushes some hair out of your face and kisses you passionately. “if i get to fuck you like that, then be my guest.” he replies with a smile.

kissing you one last time, he pulls out of you and the two of you get dressed, walking downstairs and acting as if your boyfriend didn’t just fuck you so good.

although everyone knew the minute you made your way into the living room, getting an earful from vinnie’s roommates.

vinnie comes up behind you and leans into you, kissing your neck. “don’t listen to them, they’re just jealous i get to have you.”

lil surprise (: i hope you all enjoyed, everyone say thank you to dakota ( @forevergirlposts) for commenting under my most recent imagine n puttin this idea in my head , ILY <333 and i hope you loved it 🩷

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eccentricallygothic · 3 months ago

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| Just A Little Bit Colder |

You are having a Sunday BBQ with your Bf's family but his Dad!Captain Price and you…

Warning(s): Infidelity with Bf's Dad, rough unprotected p-in-v, doggy style, feeling of guilt, spanking, manhandling, age gap, hair pulling, he is lowkey bossy, m!dom, f!sub, sir kink, mild dacryphilia bc the D is so good, Price's BDE, pinching, brat taming, Daddy kink, light overstimulation, creampie. MDNI.

Part of the Older verse, apparently.

Your eyes are glazed and widened as you watch your boyfriend who, while tending to the grill on the patio, laughs along to something his mother says from where you can see him through the window of the wine cellar. If it weren't for how dazed your mind is, you would have felt the tense knot that you can only identify as guilt form in the base of your chest.

But as the older man behind you grunts and curses under his breath before landing a smack on your blushing ass from behind, your eyes cannot help but roll to the top of your head, making you nearly drop one of the wine bottles that you are hugging tightly to your chest.

Bottles that the two of you are supposed to be fetching…

“W- We— hnng!” You nearly double over when Captain Price steers you around and towards the wine racks again by rough handfuls of your hips, his hot and hard cock pistoning in and out of your noisy cunt whilst his tip abuses your sensitive spot with each thrust. “Someone w- will hear—!” You nearly go head first into the bottles that neatly line the rows due to how the cruel man forces you to walk on your wobbling knees whilst he blows into you from behind. “We'll get caugh— auggh— awt!”

Captain Price has to reach out to grip your hair to stop you from falling down, his nose flared from how hard and fast his fucking of your youthful little pussy is. “Then I suppose we should be quiet and not make noise, eh, babygirl?” His accent gets so thick during these moments that you barely understand him sometimes. And it only makes you clench harder. “Come on, now” you shake your head no as a snot bubble bursts from the mess he has made of you. He always does. “Grab that one from the fourth row, fifth bottle from the left.” Amidst your turbulent fuck, you had somehow managed to place the bottles that you were previously holding in the padded basket that the man had brought.

You weakly shake your head as you bite back a sob and sway towards the rack before holding it for support when he lets go of your hair. “I can't! I can't, sir,” he likes you to call him that sometimes. “I am sorry!” The smell of sex permeates the air and the only sound you can hear over the thumps of your heart is that of his skin clapping against yours.

“But you can” you feel his rough hand smack your ass again. “And you will” the next hit sends you spasming and shuddering as you begin to cum hard. “Get to it” but he pulls you backwards into his chest by a handful of one of your boobs so he can dip his hands between your clammy petals to rub at your cunt.

“No! No! Oh, God! YES!” It feels good but to such an intense extent that you cannot decide whether you want it or not. Your body tries to curl in on itself so he hooks one arm under your armpits to lift you off the ground to prevent your violent flailing from interfering with his own orgasm that now shadows over his edge due to how hot and tight yours feels around his cock. “Gggg! Hhggg!” Your body collapses on his as you literally dangle from his cock, the jabs bouncing you upwards with each thrust like you're no heavier than a cock sleeve. “Ohmigoshhhh!” Your hiss runs into eventual silence but doesn't die out because of his treatment of your pussy and you tremble pathetically.

“Are we ’aving fun yet?” His voice is so firm that it makes you clench around him from the sensitivity. “Was that silly little antic of ours worth it, then?” The pinch he administers to one of your pussy lips is mean and you quickly shudder out the well due apology.

“S- Sorry, sir… So sorry, sir…” His fingers feel raw against your cunt and you're on the brink of the post cum half orgasm this always brings you to.

“Should I expect a repeat of that, or?” His mustache tickles the skin of your soft cheek as he grips your jaw with his cum covered hand now, pressing your faces together so you can hear his menacing whispers in their full intensity.

“N- No, sir… No, sorry…” Your broken words tip him over the edge and he begins to paint your overstimulated walls with his cum, still stubbornly moving his fingers over your sensitive folds. “Oh!” The barrage of your tears finally breaks loose and you begin to cum again, feeling his hot cum deep up your cervix.

Making you cum has never been a problem for your boyfriend's father Captain John Price.

“Tha’s fuckin' right” he urgently lowers you both until he's on his knees, your flushed cheek touches the cool ground and Captain Price holds the lower part of your body up and spreads it out so he can properly fuck out his orgasm until your puffy cunt is stuffed full of his creamy cum and your walls are raw from the friction. “So don't fuckin' try your Daddy again.”

Okay, so.

You had, during a particularly cheeky moment, teased him about being old and challenged him that he did not have the courage or stamina to take you and finish in time without getting caught when you were helping with the moving of the BBQ contents to the patio. Before your boyfriend's dad could have had the chance to answer safely, you were already walking out the kitchen backdoor with his son, a devilish sway to your hips and a teasing smirk on your face.

The man had just watched you then, silent and unreadable as his own wife had approached him.

And then he had requested you to help him with fetching the wine after he had rejoined the party with his own share of the ‘carry out’ items.

As your cheek rubs against the floor and your drool forms a little puddle next to your mouth, you reckon it is safe to say that you are not going to be challenging your boyfriend's dad anytime soon.

Or…

Are you?

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ilovetoxicfictionalmen · 2 months ago

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SCAREDY CAT

KINKTOBER DAY 14 - PET PLAY WITH JONATHAN CRANE

Pairing.| Jonathan Crane x fem!reader

Summary.| You are Catwoman, you’ve heard word of Scarecrow’s fear toxin and want it for yourself. However he had already anticipated this and desired a kitten of his own.

Warnings.| Dubcon, p in v, head f!receving, rough sex. scratching, pet play (not extreme), stockholm syndrome, abduction, drugging, pet names.

Word Count.| 2.3k

Notes.| I really did have the most fun writing my Jonathan stories, I won't lie. But this one is for you my love, @paradiseprincesss

Jonathan huffed as he slammed the door behind him, He shook his damp, dark hair, droplets of rain sprinkling onto his clean floors and walls as he slid off his coat. After a long draining day at work, there was only one thing that could make him feel better. Relaxing with his kitten. But returning home always started off as a game of hide and seek.

As he called out your name, his voice echoed down the hall. There was never a blissful response from you. After taking off his shoes and neatly placing them by the door, Jonathan picked up his briefcase and wandered down the floorboards in search of you. “Here, kitty kitty” Jonathan clicked his tongue as he dropped his suitcase on the kitchen table.

Poking his head around many rooms, he ended up in his office, smiling as he spotted you from the gap under his desk. Not wanting to frighten you, he called out your name calmingly. Turning the corner, he poked his head underneath his desk. A wide cheshire cat smile grew on his lips. “There you are kitten” Jonathan chuckled at you, his head tilted and blue eyes wide as he looked down at you.

Once upon a time, you were the infamous Catwoman of Gotham City. The rumors of a mad Doctor possessing an anxiogenic drug which induces intense irrational fear to its users felt too good to be true. In Gotham City, you had too many enemies. Getting your paws on that toxin would literally scare those enemies far away.

The plan was foolproof, break into his office and still a couple (or more) of doses. Arkham Asylum was a nuthouse, the Doctor would never have any time to reside in his office, surely. But, your accomplice ratted you out for an easy paycheck. Turns out that the Doctor of Fear admired your work immensely, and found joy in you wanting a taste of his fear toxin, so he obliged in that personally.

Jonathan kept you in a hidden room in the asylum for weeks, months even. His other patients lacked treatment on his behalf, because he was too obsessed with experimenting with you. However, when he’d return home after a long day, he found himself missing you. The big house he comfortingly slept alone in, suddenly felt empty. So, he trained you to act more domestically for him. This way he’d be able to focus on his other areas of work and feel the gleeful emotions of coming home.

Therefore, you were curled up into a ball up against the wooden boarding as you batted your glossy eyes at him. Wearing nothing more than a short black skirt, cropped white blouse and black collar with a clear jewel dangling from it. The heating wasn’t on so Jonathan pouted his sympathy for your coldness as your body shivered. He should have dressed you warmer for today.

With his hand out towards you, as if you call you towards him, Jonathan made kissy noises. Fingers rubbing together, Jonathan tilted his head forward, a warning for if he had to crawl under to get to you. Gradually, you got on all fours and crawled out from the desk.

“Let’s take your medication” Jonathan announced as he opened his arms for you.

Timidly, you reached out for him and he lifted you up, your legs wrapped around the small of his back as he carried you to the kitchen, your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck as he hummed in satisfaction. His hand rested just below your bare ass, Jonathan didn’t want you to ever wear panties.

Placing you on top of the island in the kitchen, he pulled a key out of his pocket for a locked hanging cabinet. He unlocked the door and retrieved a small white plastic pill container. To accompany your medicine, he grabbed a fresh water bottle from the fridge and cracked it open. Willingingly, you drank from the water bottle and slipped the blue pill into your mouth, swallowing it after a few seconds. Cautiously, Jonathan inspected your mouth, nodding his head with a wide grin of satisfaction afterwards.

He didn’t want to, but he had to keep you drugged up. Because one time you almost scratched his eyes out. The faint scar on his left cheekbone can prove that. Even though Jonathan admired your robustness, he couldn’t risk going to work with a clawed up face everyday. So, he produced a unique sedative mixed with a sliver of fear toxin to keep you physically delayed like a fat cat. But mentally on all four paws, just like a scaredy cat.

The variation of the fear toxin was intriguing however. Whenever Jonathan displayed negative emotions towards you, his figment would appear sinister. Yet, if he was warm towards you, the illusion of him would urge the thought of being looked after by him.

Jonathan looked at the cat bowl on the floor, still full of the food he filled it with this morning. Slowly his eyes turned back onto you and you hid your face in between your hands. His fingertips slipped underneath your collar as he pulled your neck closer to him.

“You haven’t eaten today, kitten?” Jonathan cocked an eyebrow at you, sighing softly in disappointment.

“The medicine rids my appetite” you mumbled, your voice hoarse due to a lack of speaking. Sniffling at him, you felt the fresh dose of fear toxin prick at your nerves.

“Bad kitty, what did I tell you?” Jonathan tutted towards you, his voice turned sinister as the toxin took effect.

“But it makes me feel sick” you whimpered back, blinking your prickling eyes at him.

“Because you haven’t eaten properly in days” he shot back harshly, his white fangs flaring at you. It was the toxin, but you always struggled to see the lining between real and illusion.

However, it was more so weeks, months, since the moment of your abduction really… This new accidental diet of yours has made you drop a fair amount of weight. The drugs suppress your appetite frequently, not that you were ever keen to be on all fours as you ate below him.

You tried to slip off the bench, a growing urge to satisfy him by forcing the food down your tightening throat. But Jonathan blocked you in between him with his arms.

“No, no… It’d be stale and sickening now. Gonna have to wait until dinner time kitten” Jonathan explained, his nose running up your neck slowly as he inhaled your scent.

Goosebumps populated over your cold skin. The sound of his breathing echoed down your eardrums as you closed your eyes. Gently, Jonathan kissed your jawline, casually making his way over to your soft lips. The kiss was passionate yet tender. Hesitantly, your arms wrapped around his upper back. When he didn’t react, you tightened the hold, exhaling in relief.

“Was thinking of just ordering something in, I can’t be bothered cooking tonight, it was such a stressful day kitten, work can be really draining sometimes” Jonathan spoke in between kisses.

Honestly, he didn’t have much of an appetite either. His hunger was craving you instead. With his hands running over your bare stomach, your ass slipped to the edge, legs wrapping around his stomach due to his shorter height.

“I can cook something for you” you offered in a shaking voice, your hands holding onto his upper body for support. Jonathan cocked an eyebrow to you and pushed the glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Really? Oh that would be so kind of you, my good kitty” Jonathan complimented as he brushed your hair behind your ears.

You’d need his assistance, or at least to be watched over. He still didn’t trust you, especially with a knife in arms reach. But the thought of you willingly wanting to do something for him was sweet. Speaking of sweet-

“Let your owner feel your sweet pussy” Jonathan grumbled as bent over his body, hands cupping underneath your cheeks.

“Yes Jonathan” you sighed, propping your elbows behind you in support.

Jonathan bent his hip down as he admired your pussy, his own claws dug into your outer thighs. Firstly, he deeply breathed in your sweet scent. Then stubbornly, his tongue ran up and down your cunt. Jonathan was always too eager to eat you out. The skills and methods of his tongue could not be taught. This was pure talent which could never be duplicated. It was humiliating to admit that Jonathan was your best lover. The cocky bastard knew he was as well, no other man would even try to compete if they saw the movements of his tongue alone.

You never bothered to shy away from your moans. Jonathan told you from the beginning that you might as well make the best out of your new living conditions. Your nails scratched over the marble as you tried to find something to grip onto. Needily, your hands slipped into his dark locks, tugging roughly at his roots.

“You like this, yeah? Being taken care of by me?” Jonathan groaned against your cunt, his cock desperately twitching in his pants as his hips squirmed.

You quickly nodded your head to him, purring out your answer. But you whined out when his cold lips popped off of your dripping lips. His lean body raised up, already smirking at you as he unbuckled his belt. As you propped yourself back onto your elbows, Jonathan’s pants dropped to his knees, his boxers scrunched up at his mid thigh as he stroked his cock slowly. You’re pulled off the island and flipped around, your chest pressed into the cold marble as you stood on your tippy toes.

“Yeah… You love my big cock too don’t you?” Jonathan murmured as he lined up his throbbing length to your entrance.

“Yes Jonathan, I love your cock so much” you purred deeply.

With a cheeky grin, Jonathan pushed his tip inside of you. After a few seconds of smiling to yourselves, Jonathan pushed himself into your warmth, inch by inch. Biting at his lower lip, his hands rested on your lower back, ready to pound into you as if life depended on it.

When he did commence his rough thrusts, your arms snaked back to hold your hips up as your claves felt like they were on fire. Jonathan huffed and flipped you around once more. As you were pulled up by your thighs, you wrapped your calves around his lower back as yours was shoved into the edge of the bench. Hissing out, your hands slid up the back of his button up shirt. Your claws dug into his bare back, Jonathan snarled out, but the smile was euphoric. The sound of his balls slapping against your sensitive skin echoed throughout the kitchen. The both of you were panting as you felt your orgasm climb up your walls.

“Ugh! I’m so glad you broke into my office! Can’t believe the infamous catwoman fell into my arms. I couldn’t report you, no, no… They’d treat you like an animal” Jonathan whined out, his cock twitched in your velvet walls.

Being his little pet was a privilege, in his devilish blue eyes at least. He’d feed you (as if he’s drug wasn’t an issue), bathe you, cloth you (sort of), caress you and most importantly, fuck you. Everyday he’d make sure that you’d experience multiple orgasms. Because his kitten deserved the finest life.

All you had to do was, well, act like a cat for the most part. Yes, there were times where he would allow your humanity to show by walking on two feet, or eating at the dining table. And gosh, he'd never by a bag of cat litter for you. But Jonathan wanted you to stick to your alter ego. Some days he’d let you wear your mask, just to remind you of your past. My, sometimes he'd even wear his own mask too to really get into the scene of it all. It was tormenting however, it made you want to search for a way out of this prison. But you knew the consequences of that by now. If you were disobedient, he’d discipline you, more humanly though. A proper spanking always got his point across.

Jonathan liked to have you sleep at the end of his bed every night. On some nights -if he was feeling rather generous- he’d allow you to crawl up and sleep on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat easily got you to sleep. He’d often wake up to you purring against his chest.

Yes, being Jonathan’s kitten wasn’t your worst outcome. It was thoughtful of him, to indulge in your past life. It was much better than being one of his patients in Arkham, that's for sure. Gotham City was a fearful city, he was just protecting you from the many dangers at the end of the day. You were his to protect now, to love and own.

That mind of his was ingenious, he always knew how to time it for you both to finish in unison. Jonathan moaned out as his ropes of white shot deep into your canal, his head fell against your neck as he suckled at your heated skin. You held onto him for dear life, feeling the aftermath waves of pleasure from your own orgasm. The fresh claw marks would add to the personal art piece of your creativity. But Jonathan loved it, his back and his chest were the only areas he gave you permission to mark.

As Jonathan took in a deep breath, he lifted his head from the crook of your neck and lowered you to your feet. Jonathan smiled down at you as he readjusted his glasses, lenses all foggy from your activity. You nuzzled your nose against his face, a soft smile on your lips.

“Come on then kitty, make us a lovely meal before I get hungry for you again” he purred by your ear.

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allywthsr · 1 year ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY | (l.norris)

summary: it’s Lando’s birthday and you’re celebrating!

wordcount: 2.8k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: smut! oral m!receving, grabbing breasts

notes: something small for Lando’s birthday! I wrote this today because I was focused on writing something for december and I forgot to write a fic😭 comment your thoughts!

You looked at the clock and saw that it was way too early. Only 8:37 am and the plans for Lando’s birthday party were only starting in the evening, you planned a big party in a club where all of his friends and his family would celebrate him. You looked to your right and saw a sleeping Lando that had an arm draped over his face and the other arm was hanging over your belly, the duvet was missing from his body and you saw a small bulge in his boxer shorts. Maybe that was how you could wake him up, he only deserved the best treatment on his birthday, and after the mindblowing sex you both had after you celebrated his birthday when the clock struck midnight, it was time for some sexy time only for Lando. He told you at least once a day how much he loved your blowjobs, saying you have some magic power. So you got to work.

You carefully lifted the arm that was over your belly off it and put it next to his body on the mattress, you touched his v-line and caressed slowly towards his growing bulge. You didn’t want to wake him up before you could pleasure him, so you wanted to be as careful as you could, but you wanted to get him a little harder and kept on teasing him. Quiet whines came out of his mouth but his chest kept rising peacefully, and he kept sleeping. When you decided it was enough, and the bulge was large enough you sat up and carefully sat over his legs, where you could reach his dick, your fingers slipped into the waistband of his boxers and pulled it down. He must be in deep sleep because he didn’t notice how his dick sprung towards the ceiling and your mouth started to water, but not only your mouth. The long and thick member was covered with veins and laid heavy in your hand when you carefully touched his dick after you spit in your hand to lubricate it. You started to slowly jerk him off and got him hard enough to put him in your mouth.

Now he started to breathe faster and started to move around, his hands were trying to grip something and whines kept coming out of his mouth. When you finally put him in your mouth and bobbed your head up and down, he woke up.

”Shit Y/N, what are you doing?“

You released him out of your mouth and looked at him with an innocent look. ”Relax, baby, lean back and enjoy the show. You deserve only the best on your birthday, and I know how much you love my blowjobs.“

”You‘ll be the death of me.“

He gripped your hair into a makeshift ponytail and you went back to pleasuring him with your mouth. This time you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick and applied gentle pressure to make him go crazy. According to his grunts and moans, it did just that, he slightly pulled on your hair, and that made you groan, which made him groan because of the vibration that reached his tip. With your tongue you explored the veins and circled his tip, gliding along his slit and sucking his member. You kept bobbing your head up and down and with every stroke, lick and every suck his dick started to twitch and his tip leaked pre cum, you released his member and looked at him.

”Is that good?“

”Baby, I‘ll die if you ever stop working your magic on my dick.“

You chuckled and wiped over your mouth, your spit mixed with his white liquid spilled out of your mouth and made its way down to your chin.

”You look so pretty with your mouth full and your spit leaking out of it. Never stop.“

With that you got back to work and slipped his member in your mouth, moving your head and pleasuring him as best as you could. That seemed to work as not long after you started again, he spilled his cum down your throat and came with a loud moan, pulling on your hair. You removed your mouth from his member and wiped over it again, now removing the spilled cum that dribbled on your lips.

”You are the best blowjob giver there is. Thank you for waking me that way.“

”Always for the birthday boy, happy birthday again, baby. You’re going to get your presents later, okay? I‘m ready for breakfast.“

You came back up to him and laid down on top of him, cuddling into his chest.

”Thank you, angel. I‘m ready to lay in bed all day with you.“

”Sure.“

But that was not how you planned it, the party was a surprise party, he didn’t know all his friends were already in Vegas, waiting for tonight. And that wasn’t the only thing you planned. Later you had to pick up a cake that you ordered for him, a chocolate cake with ’Happy birthday, I love you‘ written on top of it, it was mainly for his party but you had organized some cupcakes as well, that you could eat beforehand, you ordered papaya and neon yellow colored frosting.

You two lay in bed until you both got hungry and decided to go eat breakfast in a café you found yesterday. It was a small and hidden restaurant that served breakfast until midday, so eventually, when you both got ready and dressed, you had to deny Lando another round of sex or otherwise you would have had the cake from the party for breakfast.

You made your way out of the hotel and Fans waited for Lando outside, he took his time with them, trying to fulfill everyone their wishes but it was impossible to take the time and have a quick chat with everyone. In the end, you both were super hungry and the restaurant would stop preparing breakfast soon, with the help of some hotel employees you two were able to go to the café that was only two blocks away from your hotel.

You ordered your favorite and Lando chose some pancakes, Jon just wasn’t allowed to know they existed, but it was his birthday, how could you say no to him on his birthday? Until the weekend he had enough time to run an extra mile or two to get rid of them. You spent a lovely time eating together and talking about random stuff, when you returned to the hotel it was time for presents.

It was hard to get presents for Lando, he was rich and could buy everything he wanted, and he did.

You made a photo book with pictures from your last year together, it became a tradition for every birthday and Lando loved looking at them, seeing all the pictures and whatever you wrote next to them. You also got a new hoodie from his favorite brand, the hoodie season has begun now and he always said how he did not have enough hoodies, you didn’t believe him but he is addicted to them and you would support his addiction (eventually you would wear them anyway). Another tradition was to give him a self-made card, every year you would design a card on the internet and write a text in the card, he loved them and kept every single one. One last thing you brought with you, was his favorite Parfum. It wasn’t a planned gift, but he emptied his old one, and you bought him a new one to use. The big present was waiting for him at home, it was a billiard table, over the last races he found his new love. Billiard. He was playing it in every hotel with you and other drivers, he said that he needed to buy a table like this for his home, but hadn’t found the perfect one yet, but you did.

So when Lando was in the bathroom, you put up the presents on the bed and waited for him to come out, his eyes lit up when he did.

”Baby, there are so many presents, I told you, you didn’t have to get me anything!“

You rolled your eyes, every year was the same. Of course, you would get his presents, no matter what he said.

”Come open them!“

He read your card first and with teary eyes, which he told you, weren’t tears, just his eyes were watering because he got conjunctivitis, sometimes he was too proud to admit these things. But he kissed and hugged you tight, thanking you a thousand times. He kept on opening his presents, and with every present, his smile got bigger. Looks like you nailed this year, but he didn’t know about the billiard table yet.

”There’s one more present that I couldn’t take with me“, he looked at you with big eyes, ”but these are enough presents baby!“

”I wanted to get you one more, you‘ll love this one. It’s something you‘ve wanted for quite some time now, it’s big, and it has balls, and a stick.“

”I have balls.“

You let out a laugh and shook your head.

”Yes, but this is something you‘ve wanted.“

”You didn’t get me a billiard table, did you?“

”Maybe.“

Before you could do or say anything else, he ran towards you and hugged you tightly.

”That’s too expensive!“

”I bought a smaller version, we don’t have the space for a big one, it wasn’t as expensive as you might think.“

He hugged you tighter and lifted his head to steal a kiss.

”You’re the best, thank you!“

”Everything for you, birthday boy.“

He lifted you and threw you on the bed, where he joined you, he laid himself on top of you and his eyes wandered between your eyes and his lips. You knew where this would lead, but you didn’t have enough time, you still had to get the cake and cupcakes and get ready for the party.

He pressed his lips on yours, and things escalated quickly. His hand made its way under your shirt and cupped your bra-covered boob, squeezing it slightly, when you moaned, he slipped his tongue in your mouth to fight for dominance. But you had to stop it, so you broke off the kiss.

”No! Baby, I have to get something I ordered for your birthday. I‘m so sorry. Later, yeah?“

He pouted and pulled you tight to his body, where you could feel his growing boner. You gave him one last kiss on his lips and got up, collecting everything you needed, before going to the bakery.

Everything turned out perfect, the cake and the cupcakes, they looked like a piece of art, the bakery was so kind and gave you a small candle that you could put on of the cupcakes later, you grabbed them and made a detour to the club you rented for tonight, it wasn’t only you, but Max Fewtrell and Martin Garrix helped you to find the club and also covering most of the costs, you left the cake in a fridge, the staff showed you, checked out the place and decorations and quickly you returned to the hotel, so Lando wouldn’t get suspicious where you were.

You held the card against the door handle, and the red light turned green and you could enter the room with your box of cupcakes in hand. Lando was lying on the bed, chilling on his phone and probably answering birthday messages.

”Baby, I‘m back!“

He threw his phone to the side, ” Finally! I missed you“, he looked at your hand, ” What do you have in there?“

”I bought some cupcakes, so you could make a wish.“

”You didn’t need to do that.“

”Of course! I couldn’t bake you a cake, so I had to order one, or many small ones.“

You opened the box and grabbed the candle, sticking it in one of the neon yellow cupcakes, and lighting it with a lighter you found in your bag. You sat down on the bed next to him and started singing ’Happy Birthday‘while holding the tray of cupcakes in front of his face. His smile was big as he looked at you, he admired you. You went all out for his birthday, every year, he never knew how to give it all back, but he did.

”Make a wish!“

He closed his eyes and thought about something he could wish for, he had everything he needed, and he was happy with his life, so he made a wish and blew the candle out.

”Yey! Happy birthday my angel!“

”Thank you!“

You put the tray next to you and hugged him tight, before grabbing a cupcake for you and for him. At the same time, you both took a bite and let out a moan. It tasted like heaven, you couldn’t wait for the cake later.

You still had three hours until you had to be at the venue, so you enjoyed the quiet moment with Lando. Now all you had to do, was to get him to the party, you didn’t know how, but you were sure you would find a way.

”Do you want to go out later? Celebrate in a club or something?“

”I‘d rather stay in with you.“

Shit, you didn’t think he would say that.

”Are you sure? We could ask some of the boys to come with us, I met Oscar in the lobby and he said he would come.“

You didn’t meet him, you had to make up an excuse.

”Maybe, but I‘d like to have a chill night.“

”But I brought my partying outfit, it would be a waste not to put it on.“

”Baby, why are you so persistent with going to a club later?“

”Because it’s your birthday and I want to celebrate the shit out of you!“

He chuckled and hugged you.

”Okay, let’s go out tonight if we’re too drunk, we might get married in a chapel, I heard there is an f1 chapel this year.“

”Let’s start small, okay“, you laughed and went into his hair to tug at a few pieces.

So you both went and showered, getting ready for tonight, you put on your best outfit and Lando did the same, before ordering a cab to take you to the venue.

You got out of the car and stood in front of the club, you pulled on his hand and walked to the entrance of the club. It was dark and quiet when the bouncer let you in.

”Are you sure we are in the right club? I don’t think it’s supposed to be quiet.“

”That’s weird, but this club had good google ratings.“

”But you can’t always trust Google, baby.“

”Let’s go into the main room, maybe there’s something.“

So you pushed open the big door and came into another dark room, you grabbed Lando’s hand tight.

”HAPPY BIRTHDAY!“

Suddenly the light turned on and a lot of people jumped up and screamed to him. Clearly stunned, he tried to say something but just looked in between you and the people.

”Baby, what is that?“

”My last gift to you, a party with all your friends and family.“

He put his hand on your lower back and hugged you to his side while walking further into the room to greet everyone. Eventually, he had said hello to every friend and family member and the party could begin, the music started playing and no other than Martin Garrix stood behind the DJ console. Lando couldn’t believe that all of his family and friends were here only for him, he thanked you way too many times but he was just super happy. The first drinks were downed fast and the mood picked up, and at some point, Lando stood next to Martin and played his own set. Everyone was dancing and having a good time, you were happy that everything went smoothly and it all went as planned. The cake was cut shortly before midnight and his face lit up when he saw the big cake, it tasted as amazing as the cupcakes earlier. Lando kept coming to you to dance or try to dance, he wasn’t the greatest dancer, but with the alcohol flowing in his veins, he was able to do anything he wanted.

As the time went on, both of you got more drunk, like everyone else, and let’s just say, if it wasn’t for Max, both of you would’ve been married.

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latenightdaydreams · 4 months ago

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Triggered!König x Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

This was inspired by a Tiktok I saw from the creator CrëëpyKönig (Spooky Vexx)! So if you enjoy please go show them love and please remember to be kind and respectful 🩷 Link attached!

Master List✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, bullying, stalking, obsessive König, non-con, p in v, biting, anal, humiliation, recording

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On KorTac’s base, König is known as a bully. He is a massive, arrogant, and aggressive man who always seems to enjoy stepping on those beneath him. When you joined a much smaller woman, you quickly found that you weren’t spared from this treatment.

A year into being a part of KorTac and things with König have only escalated. No one is brave enough to stand up to him, so you’re left to fend for yourself. He uses his height to his advantage as well as setting you off by being incredibly sexist. In his eyes, you’re the easiest target on base.

Underneath your calm exterior, a rage was forming. Yes, you’re small, but you know your own strength. Respect is the only reason you haven’t gone completely crazy on your colonel. Everyone knows he deserves it.

It’s been raining hard these last few weeks, leaving the outdoors training field to turn into a muddy mess. That doesn’t stop the military, though. König has his men, and you, outside running drills back and forth through the slick terrain. Everyone is slipping, unable to gain proper footing; yet it’s when you fall that you hear König’s harsh accent boom throughout the open space.

“Pathetic little girl!” König barks. “Get up!”

As you scramble to your feet, you feel his hands violently lift you before setting you on your feet. You can feel your hands trembling, but not with fear; it’s that rage. König looms over you, yelling down at you as everyone around you stops to watch the vicious verbal assault with looks of sympathy on their faces.

Time seems to slow as you lift your dominant hand into a fist, pulling back and punching König with everything you’d got. His head actually snaps back, causing a loud gasp to echo out amongst the team. Your eyes widen once you realize what you’ve done, you just assaulted your colonel.

König feels a sharp pain, followed by the taste of blood beginning to fill his mouth. This little bitch. His eyes snap down to yours with a look of shock.

First, it was one laugh, followed by a roaring laughter that spread between everyone. The smallest tear slips from König’s eye as they widen, glaring down at you. He looks around quickly, trying to fight back the waterfall of tears threatening to be released. It’s as if he’s eleven again and his entire class is mocking him. For a moment, he isn’t the 6’10 280lb colonel; he’s that chubby 5’9 child that didn’t fit in.

Slowly, his look of shock turns into a wild look of horror. Without another word to you, König leaves. He hurries to his barracks, leaving you alone with an odd feeling forming in the pit of your stomach. A few people come up to you simply to thank you for doing what they’ve been too scared to do. Others make sure that you’re okay.

The events of the day came and went. It was talked about for a while, but you were never reprimanded so no one ever reported you. König has backed off of you, leaving you to believe he simply realizes that you’re not the one to mess with. If only you knew how wrong you were.

Then you begin to notice König almost everywhere you are. He’s never obvious, hiding within the cover or crowds and dark corners of the halls. Almost as if he has become your own personal boogeyman. At the same time, it’s base and your schedules line up, so maybe you’re just being paranoid. Simply noticing him where you never did before because of the deep-rooted fear that he might retaliate one day.

Your first thought is the correct one though. König is everywhere you are, watching every move you make, attempting to familiarize himself with every little aspect of your day to day. Ever since you humiliated him, he’s grown obsessed with you. Not even a fully grown man has ever had the balls to do what you did to him. That day he cried like he hadn’t in a very long time, not since his mother passed.

The desire to own you, forever, consumes his every waking thought. His mind continues to replay the look in your eyes when you hit him, the sounds of laughter, and the taste of blood. He’s obsessed with the idea of getting back at you, making you feel the humiliation and torment he felt in that moment.

König was missing from training today, not that you mind, it was just odd. His job is his life and you’ve never known him to have missed a day. Either way, you felt as if you were finally able to relax and focus on excelling at the tasks at hand.

That very night as you walk back to your room, a recruit you don’t recognize walks up to you with a note in their hand. He holds it out to you, looking into your eyes with a blank expression. You reach out and open it to read that you’re wanting to finish signing paperwork. Confused, you look up, ready to ask a question; but the recruit has left in a hurry.

You look down at your watch to see how late it is, wondering if the people in the offices are even still there at this hour. With a deep sigh you turn and head across base. The sun is setting, the sky a beautiful pale blue color setting a calm tone over the moment.

Upon entering the building, you notice that the halls are empty. Some lights are still on, so you just continue on to the room that was scribbled down. You knock. No answer. You know again and wait before trying the handle. You walk in to see a blinking red light in the darkness. Confused, you linger for a second; long enough for König to reach out, grabbing your neck, and pulling you inside.

You get slammed on to the wall as the door closes leaving you in complete darkness. Short shaky breaths flee your lips as you try to not scream; you know it’s König. A million things are running through your mind as you gaze up in his direction.

“What do you want?” You ask, trying to be bold, but your voice cracks.

“You.” König whispers, dragging your body forward and slamming you down on a desk.

Your head hits the cold wood hard enough to cause a ringing in your ears. In a panic you begin to push up against the desk, but it’s no use since König is nearly twice your size. Finally, you realize the blinking light to a camera recording; what is he about to do?

König lets go of your neck and moves his hands all over your body, tracing every curve and contour of your much smaller frame. He completely towers over you, consuming you. Having you underneath his fingers, completely defenseless and vulnerable.

“I’m sorry! Please don’t do this!” You cry out as he begins to strip you of your clothing. His sharp canines dig into your back as he slides your shirt up, pulling a loud scream from you. No one heard you, you're completely alone with this monster.

“You’ve been an arrogant, disrespectful, little slut!” König shouts as he spanks your ass harshly.

He undresses behind you, pulling his pants down to be around his knees. His eyes flick over to the camera to make sure it’s still recording before looking back down at you. Your outline is visible to him as his eyes have adjusted to the dark. He laces his fingers through your hair and pulls your head back to bite your neck. Again, you let out a loud cry making König feel a rush of excitement. The more pain you feel, the more pleasure he feels. He lets go and you fall back on the desk.

“Keep screaming for us, Hase.” He mocks.

Us?

Your thoughts are redirected as you feel his cock slip along your dry folds. You beg him to not do this as your hips squirm back and forth to attempt to get him away. The searing pain of his cock pushing into you causes your body to tense up.

As you lift your abdomen from the desk König slams you back down. His hand remains on your back to hold you there as his hips pull back and slam into you. A soft moan leaves his lips as a pained whimper leaves your own.

“This…” König speaks with a voice laced with lust. “…is what women are made for. To be whores. To be fucked.” He growls as his hips begin to buck forward into you faster.

In infrared, the camera records König’s thick veiny cock slamming in and out of your tight little cunt. The pained look on your face and sad little whimpers coming through perfectly. On the other side of the camera men sit with their cocks in their hands, masturbating to your torment.

“Say you’re a worthless whore.” König demands as he closes his eyes and leans his head back to immerse himself into the pleasure of you.

You say nothing, only angering König more. He pulls out of you, spitting on to his hand to rub on the head of his cock before moving back to you. The tip pushes against your asshole.

“Say it.” He growls once more.

“I- I’m a worthless whore.” You say with a weak voice.

“Ah, good girl.” König whispers as he presses his cock painfully into your ass.

Your humiliation pleases König. Now you feel how he felt when you hit him. How he felt when the squad laughed at him. Now you have thousands of people getting pleasure from watching you getting violated; your small body destroyed in König’s hands.

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minhosimthings · 1 year ago

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Dangerously

Symphony Smut Series Day 11: Charlie Puth's Dangerously

Lyric: I love you dangerously

Pairings: bf!Sunghoon × fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (f recieving), overstimulation, p in v sex, semi public sex, unprotected sex (highly not recommended), angry sex, hard!dom!Sunghoon, sub!reader, orgasm denial, reader wears a dress, degradation.

A/N: woohoo day 11 second post of 2024 everyone! Please enjoy my urge to be degraded by Hoonie through his oneshot

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Even though he didn't admit it, Sunghoon was a jealous man, whose jealousy couldn't ever be tested.

And so you had to be careful, whenever you went to one of his events, careful not to wear anything that would make other men stare and make Sunghoon give you the silent treatment for a week or so.

But unfortunately the fates are always against you and with a tiny piercing of their threads, you ended up here, in a massive ballroom, with your boyfriend talking to some people, completely ignoring you. Great reward for being the girlfriend of someone whose always present at buisness parties isn't it?

The dress you wore was simple, off shoulder, black, jewels decorating most of the seams, Sunghoon's present to you. But you hadn't expected all the dumb men there to keep staring at your collarbone. Your memories went back to eight grade, when you were discouraged from wearing anything which showed off your shoulders, lest the boys get distracted or some bullshit like that.

"Hoonie." You whined, clinging to your boyfriend's arm, as he took another sip of his pink champagne, taking not a single glance at you, "Hoon, oh fuck this, Park Sunghoon!" You more than screamed at him, which caused the other patrons at the bad to stare at you weirdly.

Sunghoon turned his head to look at you, with the coldest eyes, filled with icicles, as he smiled awkwardly to the bartender, and put his empty glass down, pulling you up with him as she stood. Adjusting his suit, Sunghoon began to walk, basically dragging you with him, you fastened to keep up with his pace.

"So fucking needy aren't you?" Sunghoon growled, pinning you against the wall, "You wanted more than one dick didn't ya you whore?"

Sunghoon's grip on your waist was tight, which made you feel the wetness in your panties.

“The party can wait.” He whispered against your lips before kissing you, this time more intensely than ever before and you hummed, burying your hand on his hair while the other stroked his chest.

He brushed his tongue against your lower lip and you opened your mouth to let him explore it, moaning lowly against his mouth.

He lowered his hands to the back of your thighs, not breaking the kiss, and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and you yelped in his mouth.

"You needed me so bad didn't you?" Sunghoon teased, his breath hitting your skin.

He walked to the sink and placed you on the cold marble, his hands going under your shirt and experimenting with his touches on your bare skin.

You whimpered, shivers running through your whole body as his big hands roamed through your burning skin.

You pulled away, your forehead touching his, a whispered “Fuck” coming out of your lips. Your hands went to the hem of your dress and slowly pulled it over your head, leaving your torso bare besides your strapless bra.

Sunghoon drank you in, his adam apple bobbing when he swallowed and you felt embarrassed under his strong gaze, your hands slowly coming to wrap themselves around your stomach.

His hands went to your back and unclasped your bra, helping you take it off and toss it on the ground along with the rest of your clothes.

His hands came to the front and grabbed at both your breasts, squeezing them and making you moan into his mouth. His fingers teased at your hardened nipples and you arched into his touch.

His mouth started trailing down towards your neck, your collarbone, until he got to the valley of your breasts and looked up at you. Your mouth was open, eyes hazed and deep breaths were making your chest go up and down. What a sight.

He closed his mouth into one of your nipples and you whined, the warmth of his tongue circling around it making you grasp at his locks with a certain strength that made him groan around your skin. His fingers teased the other breast until he switched sides, feasting on your breasts.

He discarded your panties and ran his hands up your legs, his look never leaving your covered pussy. His hands stopped at your thighs as squeezed the flesh and you closed your legs instinctively.

“Hiding from me now?” He said, his tone deep and dominant making you swallow a whine as you spread your legs wider and he settled between them with a smirk.

He kissed your covered sex and you let out a low moan, his mouth traveled to your inner thighs, biting and kissing at the flesh, driving you insane.

“Such a desperate slut.” He said against your skin, grasping your panties and pulling them down. You gasped at the cold air hitting your dripping core and he groaned at the sight.

He smirked against you and put one hand over your hips to hold you still as he did wonders against your cunt. His tongue eating you out as if you were his last meal, ripping loud moans from your throat.

“Jesus, fuck, right there– Shit” A string of curses left your mouth and he grinned proudly, adding another finger to your torture, making you cry out, his name slipping out of your lips.

You felt the knot inside of you tighten, your pussy clenching around his fingers and Sunghoon knew you were about to cum.

"Hoon ah-ah no don't stop!" You all but screamed, as Sunghoon looked up at you, wiping his mouth clean. Edging, of course, was his brand. He loved seeing you on the brink of insanity just because of him.

"You think you get to cum after all that?" Sunghoon chuckled, placing both his hands on your hips, "As much I would love to fuck you right here, I want to see your cockdrunk face when I make you cum for me."

"There's a sofa there." You mumbled shyly, glancing towards the dark green sofa sitting idle in the corner of the bathroom.

You glance down at his still covered legs and crotch, the tent in his pants looked almost painful and you bit your lip. He noticed that and took you in his arms again, wrapping your legs around his hips, making your sensitive core grind against his trousers and you whined.

He gently placed you on the sofa kissing your lips hungrily and you led one of your hands down to his crotch, palming him through his trousers and he pulled away from your lips to groan, his forehead against yours.

Your mouth watered and your pussy clenched around nothing. He was bigger than he always seemed to be tonight.

He rubbed his cock up and down a couple times and lined it up with your entrance making you whine in anticipation. He slowly pushed into you and you pulled away to let your mouth hang open in a soundless moan.

“ah fuck, princess, didn't know you were such a cum slut for me.” He whisper-moaned against your ear and you hummed, your nails digging into his shoulders, definetly leaving marks to remind him for a couple days of this encounter.

“N-need more.” You said, your brows furrowing in desperation. You glanced down at his hand between your legs, your lower gut fluttering at the sight. He applied more pressure to the circles he was dancing over your swollen bud, the pleasure sending your head to lull backwards. You whimpered more, your legs beginning to feel like jello.

“You sound so pathetic.” Sunghoon spat, working his dick faster on your clit. You exhaled unevenly, your hand coming down on Sunghoon's bicep for stability.

You felt that familiar white heat beginning to ignite low in your belly, your cunt throbbing steadily. Your eyes squeezed shut. You were close— but Sunghoon knew that. He wasn’t going to let you come just yet. Without warning, Sunghoon halted his actions. You could’ve cried in that moment. Sunghoon grabbed your forearm, pushing you down onto the sofa.

“Hoon, please. I need to cum.” You whined, your head falling back into the soft material of the sofa. Sunghoon purses his lips at you, his hand running along the smooth skin of your leg, inching closer to where you needed his attention most.

Sunghoon did nothing but let out a cold laugh, at how pathetic you sounded for him.

Suddenly, Sunghoon began pounding into you. His hot breath fanned over your face as he rammed in and out of you, his length reached the deepest parts of you. You gasped, your hand reached up to grab his wrist that was busy squeezing your throat. Your eyes rolled back in your head and he slammed into you over and over. You were sure he was hitting you so deep that he was nicking your cervix. Just when you thought you couldn’t be more overwhelmed with pleasure, Sunghoon’s free hand snaked between your thighs, his thumb finding your clit, ghosting gentle circles over the sensitive nub. You squeaked out a moan, the pleasure overcoming your senses completely. Your legs began to shake from the stimulation, your lower belly muscles tensing from the overwhelming sensation. Your breath was shaking, the oxygen feeling as through it had completely left your lungs.

“F-fuck, where do you want me? Your mouth? Or should I fill you up?” Sunghoon grunted, his hand snaking around your front to firmly grab your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingertips.

You gasped, the stimulation for your nipple slipping you into the beginning of your orgasm. You didn’t answer him, the feeling of your impending climax completely taking over your body.

“Look at you cumming around my cock. Such a good fucking slut.” Sunghoon growled, his pace somehow quickening further. His hand reached up to your hair, grabbing a fistful of locks and pulling your head backwards. His other hand reached around to your throat as he bent down to kiss you from the intense angle, your orgasm taking over you entirely. Your toes began to curl beneath you, your pussy clamping around Sunghoon's cock that was twitching deep inside you. Your pussy clenched down around his length, hugging it perfectly.

“Fuck.” Sunghoon whimpered, his high hitting him like a train. Your spasming canal clamped down around him as he came in hot spurts, coating your walls deep inside of you. Your walls clenched around him, milking every ounce of cum from his length.

“You look so beautiful with my cum dripping out of you.” He spoke, running a hand up and down the back of your thigh. He pressed a kiss to your sore ass cheek from where he had smacked it.

“As much as I’d love to stay here and fuck you all night, I should go before everyone starts wondering where their favourite boy went.” Sunghoon said, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

"Get dressed sweetheart." Sunghoon picked up your clothes, and dusted them off, handing them to you, who was still dizzy from all the fucking.

"We'll have some more fun after we get home won't we?"

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multiversed-daydreamer · 5 months ago

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Slow

Pairing: Gladiator!Acacius x Sex Worker!Reader

WC: 2801

Summary: "Simply, I spend my days surviving off of quick reflexes, by night, when my life is not in danger, I wish to take my time, and enjoy you as long as possible.”

Tags: Dom/sub, mild bondage, P in V, vaginal fingering, nipple play, orgasm control, squirting, multiple orgasms.

A/N: First take on this character. Saw all of the hype for our dear general and had to jump in on it. Some of this story is basses on this post.

He’s always angry, even when he wins. You can’t say you blame him, not when someone coming from a life of prestige he had, to now a slave, a spectacle for the people. Former General Acacius watches you as you enter into his chambers, well earned by the repeated victories he’s won, and close the door behind you. He stands near his bed, head tilted to the side just slightly so he can watch you. His face is bruised and there are a few cuts on his arms but he had clearly been cleaned up since his most recent fight. For a moment, the two of you just stare at each other, waiting to see who makes the first move. He does, he beckons you forward with a jerk of his head and speaks to you with a low voice. “Come.” The soft command wasn’t what you expected from a man with his reputation, but it calms your racing pulse just a little.

As you approach, his eyes fall from your face to scan your body, though if he likes what he sees, he gives no indicator. Once you’re close enough, he reaches out to caress your face with a large, calloused hand. “Strip.” He says it in the same soft tone, a quiet confidence radiating from him as he keeps his eyes on you. His hand drops from you as you begin to undress. Your bright orange toga falls to the floor, leaving you nude for him to see. You did not wear undergarments, why would you when you knew what men bought you for? His dark eyes dance over your body, glittering with desire. His hand comes to your waist, tracing your skin reverently. “Such a beautiful girl.” He hums as his fingers reach up to toy with a nipple, pinching and pulling on it until it stands at a peak. You gasped at the feeling, a hand reaching up to grab his wrist. His dark eyes flicked back up to meet yours, pausing for just a moment before his massive hand curls around your own and he pulls it down. He gathers your other hand as well, trapping them within one of his as he reaches back up to give your other nipple the same treatment. You whimper as he toys with your chest, his voice reaching your ears in the same low, commanding voice. “You are mine tonight. I’ll touch you how I please.” You nod, whimpering when he pinches your nipple a little more harshly, but his voice remains steady and calm. “Is that understood?”

“Yes!” You gasp out as you struggle to stay still. He smiles at you then, his hand lifting from your breast to curl under your jaw, raising your face to his.

“Good girl.” He whispers before leaning down and capturing his mouth with yours. Acacius’ kiss was demanding, fingers digging into your jaw, his teeth scraping across your lower lip before his tongue pressed into your mouth, tasting you with a breathtaking hunger. You try to move your hands to tangle them in his curls but he holds fast, keeping you in place as he takes what he desires. He pulls away with your lip caught between his teeth, he tugs at it playfully, a low chuckle leaving him when a noise leaves your throat. He releases you and pushes you towards the bed. “I want you on your back, in the middle of the bed.” He says, watching as you obey him. He stays at the edge, completely dressed still.

“Won't you join me?” You tease, arching and squirming sensually on the sheets. Letting him get a good view of your body.

He nods. “I will.” He reaches for a long leather belt that cinches his tunic together. He unbuckles it and lays it on the bed. “Hands above your head.” You hesitate for a moment, eyeing the belt next to you, already guessing where this is going. Slowly, you do as you’re told, lifting your hands to press your knuckles against the iron bars of the headboard.

He crawls above you, taking the belt and looping it around your wrists and a bar of the headboard. Once he has you secured, he backs off, watching you as he strips the rest of his clothes off and joins you on the bed, nude and … beautiful. Gods, he’s beautiful. Broad shoulders and chest, big arms and hands, strong thighs. You feel yourself responding to him, for once eager to be taken by your current buyer. His cock was nice too. Thick and longer than average but not enough to scare you off, just enough that you know you’ll enjoy it. You spread your legs for him almost without thought, watching his hands skim over your calves and up your thighs, ignoring your core for now and tracing over your stomach. You moan and arch up into him. He’s warm and his touch is firm, his fingers splay out almost possessively over your body. One hand curls around the back of your knee. Raising it to settle over his shoulder. You shiver at the feeling, whining, knowing already he’s going to take you nice and deep and it's probably going to leave you sore tomorrow.

The hand on your stomach moves down, his thumb pressing to your clit just enough to have your hips jumping up into him. He shushes you, one hand moving to pin your hips to the bed while the other presses on your clit again, slowly moving side to side just to see how you respond. You hum your encouragement, trying to coax him into speeding up his hand or pressing down a little harder on your clit, but he had you trapped and he remains at his slow, testing pace.

“Please, more,” You beg. Some men like it when you submit and beg for it like you’re desperate for their cocks. He doesn’t seem at all affected by your pleas.

“You’ll get more when I give it. Fret not, little one, you’ll get more than enough. We have all night together, no?” He chuckles at your impatience and you groan, liking the pleasure you get, but unaccustomed to being teased in such a way. Usually, you were the one teasing, not the other way around. You tell him so too and it pulls another chuckle from him. “Not tonight.” Though he does finally move on from your clit, sliding your hands through your slit, he groans when he feels how slick you are. “You enjoyed being teased. Are you normally this aroused by your buyers, little whore?”

You shake your head. “Normally my buyers are focused on themselves.” You whisper out, trying to remain in control of yourself enough to keep your voice level. You are a professional after all. He smiles at your response, twisting his head until his mouth brushes up against your calf and he nips at your skin. It doesn’t hurt but you whimper at the feeling of his teeth on you.

“Oh, this is pleasurable for me. Look at you, a little teasing and you’re so pliable for me.” His fingers tease your entrance and you immediately try to press against him. He watches you with bright eyes, his cock hard and throbbing between your legs. “Do you get aroused when you tease others?” He asks as he continues to withhold the pleasure you crave from him.

“Not truly. It is a job, more for their benefit.” He nods and finally gives you what you want, sliding a finger inside of you. His fingers are thick and it curls up to rub against something that brings a yelp from you. He grins, victorious.

“You’re awfully sensitive for a whore.” He comments casually, his finger taking up a slow, torturous pace.”

“My buyers don’t usually torture me. It’s a bit startling.” You’re fighting not to lose yourself, but it's hard when he is so calm and patient, clearly enjoying drawing it out in a way that most others enjoy finding the quickest release possible.

“Torture you?” He laughs at the words. “No, little one. Simply, I spend my days surviving off of quick reflexes, by night, when my life is not in danger, I wish to take my time, and enjoy you as long as possible.” The hand on your hip moves to your stomach, once more his fingers splay possessively over your skin. He adds a second finger inside of you and you groan at the feeling. It’s just enough to make you feel full without stretching anything.

“Feels good.” You whisper.

He watches you closely. “Yeah? Good enough to climax?” He asks curiously.

You shake your head. “Too slow. If you were to speed up, yes.” He chuckles, but his fingers stay at the same pace.

“You’ll finish.” He says it casually, like he knows it to be a fact. You whimper, the display of confidence making you clench around him. “You’re fighting me. Stop. Let me have you. What is the point of having you for the night if you don’t do what I want you to?” His hand was steady but there was more insistence behind each press inside. His fingers curl to rub against that spot deep inside of you every single time and you can feel a heat that starts in your cheeks and travels down your body until it settles in your core. Your moans go up an octave and are far less contained. You squirm against his belt but he’s relentless. “There you go.” He murmurs praise as you begin to tremble. You’re getting closer to that peak that you rarely reach with buyers. It’s strong too, built up over the course of the past hour or so of being teased into submission. You writhe and your body tenses, fighting the belt and his hands to try and push yourself harder on his fingers. “Do you need another one?” He asks softly, a queer smile playing on his lips.

You nod. “Yes, please. Please, I need.” You gasp breathlessly. Two of his fingers already make you feel full. The addition of the third brought on a stretch that makes you whine, it burns so good. He resumes his pace, slow but hard and you crumble under him. He curls his fingers over and over again, his thumb brushing over your swollen clit with every deep, inward press. You cry out and you see colors behind your closed eyes as pleasure explodes over your entire body. Your climax leaves your legs shaking as he fucks you through it, murming soft praise into your knee. Dark eyes watch you with a growing delight as you moan and writhe under him.

“You’re ready for my cock now, little one. Needed three fingers in you to cum.” He pulls his fingers out of you and readjusts the leg on his shoulder, the hand that’s still slick with your juices reaches toward your knee, pushing your legs further apart so he can line his thick erection up with your entrance. He uses his thumb to rub the head of his cock up and down your wet slit, causing you to whimper every time it nudges up against your clit. He watches with a barely there smirk on his face, delighting in your sensitivity.

“Please. Want your cock.” The begging is genuine this time, fed up with the general's teasing. He laughs, notching the head at your needy hole and slowly pressing his way inside of you. You whine at the stretch, the head flares out like a mushroom and it stings as he gets the fattest part in. The rest of his shaft isn’t much of a reprieve, he’s thick and heavy and you whimper as he slowly presses himself inch by inch inside of you.

He groans quietly, shifting his weight more over you, one hand braces by your head, and the other caresses your jaw gently. “So tight, even after I stretched you first.” By the time he finally settles all the way inside of you, you’re hardly breathing. He’s so deep inside you swear you feel him in your stomach.

You whisper his name, pulling at the belt. “Let me touch you, Acacius. Please.” He hums, leaning down to capture your mouth with his. The kiss is just as slow and deep as the rest of his movements, and just as thorough too, tongue swiping into your mouth languidly. The hand on your jaw kept your head still as he enjoyed your mouth. When he pulls back, there's a fire in his dark eyes, and his mouth is opened, breathing heavily.

“Next time.” He promises. “I don’t want to be rushed tonight, that’s why I tied you up in the first place.” He starts moving, just as slow as he had his fingers, but when he slides back in he rolls his hips against you, grinding into your clit as the head of his cock kisses your cervix. It makes your thoughts scatter.

“So slow.” You taunt breathlessly, hoping it’ll speed him up, but all he does is shift the hand on your jaw to shove two fingers into your mouth. You groan when you taste your arousal on him, sucking at his fingers as he fucks into you deep and slow.

“That’s right, nice and slow, and you’re going to take it.” He whispers, groaning as you whimper under him, clenching down on his cock, aroused by his dominance. His angle shifts as he presses over you, his cock sliding against that sensitive spot. You moan around his fingers, body tensing at the sudden spike of pleasure. One side of his mouth lifts at your reaction, determination settled in his eyes as he finds that spot again and again. “Is that the right spot?” You nod, whimpering as he scores against it yet again. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and curls them back around your jaw, watching you intently as he continues to slowly drive you insane. When the tension snaps, it's like a searing fire spreads through your whole body starting from your core.

“Ah!” You yell out as your body clinches up and trembles under him. His grip tightens around your jaw, moaning as he watches you fall apart under him.

“Told you so.” He gasps out, his hips grinding roughly into your pelvis as he coaxes you through the orgasm. “Knew you could do it. Just had to let me get you there.” When he resumes his thrusts, just as slow as before, you jerk at the sensitivity. You rarely finish with a buyer, let alone twice, and he’s still going.

“Are you close?” You whimper at him, his thrust back inward strikes against your g-spot. He stays quiet for a moment, simply watching your face as he fucks into you.

“Why? Need to be elsewhere?” He asks, knowing damn well you’re his for the whole night.

You shake your head. “It-it’s too much. Need a break.” Your body jerks as he refuses to give in.

“You’re still coherent, can’t be that bad.” He whispers down to you, his fingers stroking your jaw gently. “One more. Then I’ll give you a break.” You whine but nod anyway. He smiles, “Good girl.” He whispers. Then, finally, he speeds up a bit, coaxing his own climax closer. His hand finally falls from your jaw to reach between you, fingers circling your clit. You writhe, shouting out as he brings you closer to your next orgasm. You’re so sensitive, it hits quickly, squelching out of you as he pounds into your hole relentlessly. You gasp and cry, trying to close your legs as you soak his cock in your release.

Acacius grunts, the sight of you squirting on him makes his hips stutter a bit. “Oh, I didn’t know you could do that trick.” He groans as his thrusts slow again before he’s pressing as deeps as he can into your body and holding there as his cock pulses and he releases inside of you. He holds himself there for a moment, coming down to his elbows, his forehead resting on yours. He gives you another deep kiss before reaching up to untie your wrists. You make a tired note that he doesn't remove the belt from the headboard, but that’s something future you will worry about. He rolls off to the side, watching you as you rub your wrists. “Rest.” He says.

You squirm, shifting to get to a dry area of the bed. “Do you have a spare sheet?”

He nods. “I do, but only one, and I want to make you do that again so it’s best if we wait to change it.” You nod, eyes drifting shut. You were definitely in for a long night.

A/N: Thanks for reading! This is to @sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts, thanks you for all of the encouragement while writing this and for blessing me with your own Marcus Acacius fics during!

#pedro pascal #gladiator 2 #marcus acacuis x reader #marcus acacius #this general man has me in a chokehold rn #general acacius

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beenbaanbuun · 10 months ago

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stress w/ jongho

words - maybe the word count is the friends we made along the way…

genre - fluff, smut

warnings - p in v, cumming inside, unprotected sex, fingering, riding, kind of dumbification but without the degrading, reader is just stressed and doesn’t want to think anymore, jongho is a cutie patootie as usual

you’re stressed

everything is piling up to the point where if you finish one thing, two more get added, and then something else for good luck

it’s no fun, having to spend all this time practically chained to your desk instead of with your boyfriend, but you tell yourself it’ll get better soon

except soon doesn’t come as soon as you’d like, and your work keeps piling up and how long has it been since you last slept? last ate?? last thought about anything that wasn’t work related???

you’re barrelling your way towards a burnout, and yet there’s nothing you can do about it except push through

but god, you wish you could just take a break…

it’s the end of the week when jongho finally decided enough is enough and shows up at your apartment

he practically breaks the door down with how hard he’s knocking, but he hasn’t heard from you in a couple of days

and yeah, he knows you’re working and he isn’t your number one priority right now, but let him be clingy in peace, dammit…

he’s missed you!

and it shows when you swing open the door and immediately get a pair of arms slung tightly around you, and a face pressed tight into your neck

he kisses at the sensitive skin a few times and you can’t help but giggle as he uses to strength to lift you up into his arms

the door gets kicked shut behind him, and before you know it, the two of you are tangled up on the couch

“jongho,” you smile as he nuzzles your neck, “i’ve missed you.”

he pulls away briefly to look you in the eyes

“maybe you should answer my texts then,” he says, only half joking, “i thought you might’ve died or something.”

you roll your eyes at his dramatics, pressing your lips to his to shut him up

“i’ve been busy,” you say as reality sinks in a little. you sigh, “i’m still busy…”

jongho frowns as he watches your face sink, and it’s only then that he really has chance to study you

the bags under your eyes are concerningly deep, and your frown lines have definitely become more prominent since he last saw you

your lips are chapped and bleeding from where he knows you’ve been chewing on them, and he doesn’t even need to look at your fingers to know your nails have received the same treatment

“you can’t take a break?” he asks with a gentle voice

“not really,” you reply with a pout, “i have double the workload that i started the week with, and that’s with me working around the clock!”

he doesn’t miss the way your voice strains as you explain your predicament

“i’ve barely fucking slept trying to get all this done,” you look fragile in his arms, so he holds you as such, “and my head hurts from how much i’m having to think.”

all he can do is watch as the tears gather along your lash line, dancing in the light until one finally falls

he’s quick to wipe it away

“baby,” he whispers, not knowing what else to say, “is there anything i can do? anything at all?”

you shake your head before desperately rubbing your hands over the fragile skin to wipe away any evidence of your upset

he pulls your hands away and holds them in his own

“i need to get back to work,” you speak through your tears, “i cant get behind.”

“baby,” he sighs

“jongho,” you interrupt

he looks at you exasperated, and you can’t help but to shrink back

“baby, this isn’t healthy,” you know he’s right, but even so you shake your head, “you’re hurting yourself and i won’t let you do that. not to my baby.”

you try and look away, but he’s quick to grab your chin and bring your gaze back to his

“i need you to tell me what i can do to make this better,” his voice is stern, and you know for a fact that there’s no way you’ll be getting any work done for the rest of the day

you’re quicker to accept that fact than you’d like to admit, letting the relief sink in as you try and ignore just how much you’ll have to catch up on tomorrow

perhaps you could ask your boss for an extension, you tell yourself

if you claim a sudden illness then he can hardly deny you one, right?

knowing him, he’d want you to work through your illness

you’d have to work on a different excuse before you-

“you’re thinking about work,” jongho snaps, “stop thinking about work.”

you try and look down again, but this time his grip against your jaw is harsher as he brings you back to him

“or so help me god, i’ll make you stop thinking about work.”

you gulp, and for the first time in weeks your mind goes blank

his face is set in stone, jaw clenching and unclenching as he holds your own firmly in place with an iron grip

his dark eyes stare into yours, almost daring you to argue

but you can’t; you don’t want to

whilst normally the idea of pushing him to ‘make you’ do anything tempted you, all you wanted now was to be good for him

and for the first time in what feels like forever, you want to feel something other than stress

“can you?” you ask, voice meek, “can you make me stop thinking?”

jongho freezes for a second or two before a kind smile takes over his expression and he nods

and where normally he would tease, call you dumb or some other degrading name, now all he can do is coo

“of course, baby,” his voice is sweet, “thank you for asking so nicely.”

his hand drops from your chin, knowing full well that he doesn’t need to force you to look at him anymore; you’ll do it because you’re good

“want to ride me?” he asks, and you respond with a nod, “yeah? does that sounds good, baby?”

you rest your hands on his shoulders for reassurance, and grind down once against the semi he’s sporting

he lets out a low moan, but still shakes his head and grabs your hips to keep them from doing it again

and when you open your mouth to complain, all he has to do it give you a look of disapproval before you’re closing it again

“let me do all the work, alright?”

before you can argue, his hand is shifting, dragging itself away from your hip, across your tummy, and down the the waistband of your shorts

it stays there for a few seconds, just dancing back and forth over the material until finally, he lets his fingers dip inside

they settle on your clit pretty quickly, honing in on it like it’s a beacon

you let out a satisfied sigh when he begins to draw circles on the sensitive bud, fingers toying with it mindlessly as he watches your face scrunch up in the cutest way

“so pretty for me,” he whispers as he begins to swipe his fingers up and down your folds, “getting so wet for me too, baby.”

you nod as he spreads your own juices around your folds, dipping his finger tips into your core every so often, just to tease you

and when he finally slips them in for real, pushing until his knuckles brush against your folds, you can’t help but let out a moan

your head falls against his shoulder as he scissors them inside of you to stretch you out, nice and ready for him to slip inside

jongho works with efficiency

because as much as he loves to tease you and reduce you down to nothing more than a moaning mess, that isn’t what you need right now

that’s why he pulls his fingers out the moment he knows you’re ready to take him, and uses them to pull his cock free from his sweats

the hand that’s on your hip let’s go for just a second to pull your shorts to the side, and before you know it he’s slipping his leaking head inside

“sit for me,” he says as he grips your hips once again, “sit nice and pretty on my dick.”

and you do, pleased to find little resistance as you push his member deeper and deeper into your heat

the two of you let out a synchronised moan as you bottom out, feeling his head kiss your cervix ever so slightly

but you barely have time to rest before his hands are picking you up and sliding you back down again

you keen as he picks up the pace, doing most of the work for you, whilst still letting you feel that tiring burn in your thighs

it’s nice, having jongho there to play with your body the way that only he knows how

to hold you in his hands so carefully as he fucks himself into you at the pace he knows you love

it doesn’t take long for you to topple into a trance of ‘jongho, jongho, jongho’ but you don’t mind it

in fact, it’s exactly what he promised you; you can’t think of anything other than him and that is perfect

his eyes flicker to where you rest on his shoulder, mouth open and panting and eyes half lidded as though you’re about to fall asleep

you turns his head to kiss your nose before using his hands to still your hips

you’re about to let out a whine of complaint until you feel his own hips thrust up to meet yours, and the complaint turns to pleasure in your throat

you realise just how much better it is this way once his dick brushes up against your g-spot a few times, turning you into a whimpering mess

he just chuckles

“see?” he grunts as he thrusts up into you, “this is where you’re supposed to be; all tired and brainless on my cock.”

you nod into his neck

“my pretty baby shouldn’t be working so hard,” his fingers find your clit once more, rubbing feverishly against it, “should be getting loved by me instead.”

he turns his head enough to press his lips to yours, capturing the moans that spill from them as he pushes you over the edge

he lets you ride it out on his fingers before he spills into you with a muffled groan

then the room turns to silence, the sound of skin hitting skin gone and replaced by heavy breathing as you pant into one another’s mouths

he pulls away first and opens his eyes just in time to see you pout and nuzzle your face into the sweater he has on

he hums out of amusement before wrapping you up in his arms

“tired baby?” he asks and you nod, “want me to slip out and get you clean?”

and you have to think about that, because on one hand it would probably be for the best, but on the other you’re just so cosy

so you shrug, and he just laughs as he squeezes you

“how about i do it for you?” he says, “then you won’t have to think, anymore.”

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez oneshot #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez smut #jongho x reader #jongho fluff #jongho smut

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