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[delirious-donna]

tw: kento x female reader, breeding, kitchen sex (because when is that not hot?), kento speaking his mind (yeah it’s filthy 🫦)

Kento found you in the kitchen, guided to you by the sweet lilt of the tune you were absently humming. He loosened the knot of his tie and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows, exposing the corded muscles in his forearms.

Everything was right with the world once he had returned to your warm presence. Nothing could sour his mood now that he was home, and he watched from the doorway as you prepared cookies for baking, leaning against the frame with arms crossed and his cock twitching to life.

It was amazing how the tiredness, that only moments ago had pressed against his eyes, lifted as he admired your figure. The summer dress that showed off the plush of your thighs and thin straps that would be far too easy to push down to reveal your beautiful breasts.

You really were perfect for him. Nanami knew you would be a wonderful mother, but that thought startled him as he had not thought himself ready for such responsibility—not yet.

… but maybe?

How could he deny the pleasure thrumming through his body when he thought of you round with his child? His cock strained painfully against his expensive tailored trousers and a sudden tightness forced his balls to draw up, ready and aching.

It only took three strides and he was behind you. You startled with a high-pitched yelp at his unexpectedly sudden presence, jumping in the heat of his body as he crowded you against the counter without uttering a single word. His strong capable hands made hasty work of pressing beneath your dress to find the waist of your underwear, tugging them down until they pooled around your bare feet on the floor.

“Kento!” you giggled, slapping playfully at his hands, but he was not to be dissuaded and you weren’t really putting up any resistance. There was an urgency that surrounded him—thick and consuming. The air seemed to ripple with tiny vibrations that had not been there moments earlier and you eased into the sensations like sinking into a perfectly hot bath.

His strong forearms flexed as he pawed and massaged your breasts through the thin material of your dress, pinching at your budding nipples until you were fervently grinding against his prominent erection.

You barely had time to draw breath as the sound of his belt being unbuckled was followed by the drag of metal teeth being eased apart. Kento’s cologne enveloped your senses, the familiar warm notes tickling your nose and had you reaching back a hand to thread your fingers through his perfectly parted hair. Your toes curl against the tiled floor, expectation bubbling low and hot in your belly.

“I’m a lucky man,” he murmured into the soft curve of your neck. His lips left wet spots in a pattern only known to him, sucking marks that he would later finger and examine with that faint little smile that never failed to make your heart stutter in your chest.

“Then I’m a lucky woman,” you countered, ending on a gasp when the straps of your dress eased off your shoulders and fell to your elbows.

Kento hummed. His brain couldn’t stop conjuring the image of you growing with his seed, of the glow that would accompany such a venture and the flutter of kicks he would feel when laying his palms over your stomach. You stilled; the gears in your head whirring when he touched your belly and his hips rutted forward to saw the thick impression of his cock through the cleft of your backside.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. That’s it… good girl.”

The skirt of your dress lifted to reveal your bare behind, forcing you to brace a hand atop the counter and you twisted your head to watch as he pulled the weight of his cock free from his underwear, purple and leaking fat pearls of precum. Your mouth watered, jaw falling slack when his fingers trailed the length of your slit, thumb rubbing gentle circles atop your throbbing clit. Kento pumped his impressive length, once twice, but he was more than ready to be accepted by your body.

The height difference made it a little awkward but Kento was a man on a mission, widening his stance and bending his knees until he notched at the flexing entrance of your cunt and pushed in on a grunt of exaltation. A shudder rippled down his spine, his teeth set whilst he fought the primal urge to let go immediately. He was wound nearly to breaking point with the need to pump his load into you and keep it there, but the fraying strands of his manners persisted.

Your toes barely touched the floor as he forced you to bend against the counter, your face right next to the sheet of cookies you had been ready to bake. The stretch of his girth made you hiss and writhe like a snake but he held you firm until he could bottom out and soothe the burning need you both felt.

Kento was still, his chest heaved as he fought down the urge to pound you stupid until your cunt was drooling on the floor and saliva pooled from your mouth.

“I think it’s about time I bred this sweet little pussy. Don’t you think, sweetheart?”

“Kento!”

He threw back his head; the rhythmic clench of your velvet walls betraying the shock of your voice. He smiled into your hair, kneading the fat of your breasts with rough hands and pistoned his hips harder and faster.

“Mm, I thought so. Let’s see how many loads you can take tonight. Then we can start all over again in the morning…”

[shomixremix]

YOUR DRAGON LOVER ♡︎

i NEED more dragon! zhongli and dragon! neuvillette content, so i decided to make some. hope you lovelies enjoy <3

tags: Zhongli, Neuvillette, dragon! zhongli, dragon! neuvillette, human! female! reader, fluff, cuddling, smut, monster fucking, overstimulation, breeding

-> your life turns upside down once you find out the man you're in love with is a dragon. however, this only betters your relationship in many different aspects, the bedroom being one of them.

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI!

-> zhongli

being a mere mortal and dating the rex lapis, morax himself, had it's perks. for example, you had seen for the first time in your life what a dragon looks like up close.

everyone knew the god, skillfully masked as the businessman zhongli, had a dragon form. yet you didn't fully believe that he could transform back and forth between his mythical and human form, no, that was silly! you were too shy, perhaps even to embarrassed, to ask him in the first few months of you two dating wether this was true.

there were signs that the legends were true, of course. the way you would catch him slightly growl at unpleasant strangers in public, the sound coming out unhuman, animalistic even. his teeth were unusually sharp, too. whenever the two of you would find yourself kissing the night away, you'd slide your tounge against his larger fangs, always wondering why they were so pointy.

one day, after about 2 months of your relationship, you had decided to surprise him and make him some dinner before he returns home. you made your way over to his place, sliding the spare key he gave you into the lock and heading inside. to your surprise, someone was there - deep, loud snores were coming from the master bedroom.

"zhongli? love, are you in there?"

your grip tightened on the woolen basket in which you carried your ingredients for the dinner you planned. the snores were very loud and deep, and something about them told you it wasn't your boyfriend making them. the door of his bedroom was slightly open, making you take a little peek.

you're eyes shot up wide open as you saw the creature lounging on morax's bed, stepping back in shock. a mortified look spread on your face as your heart beat loudly against your chest like it wanted to escape. the creature was lizard-like, a dragon perhaps, with a long brownish body and golden scales. in shock, you yelped, which stirred the creature awake.

"z-zhongli..?" you ask, unsure if it was actually the man you love.

"hello, my dearest" he yawned, stretching large paws as he sat up. "what are you doing here?"

completely ignoring his question, you step closer, reaching out your hand to him almost as if you were checking what was before you was real.

"it is me, my love. i did not mean to startle you with my dragon form, you simply caught me off guard"

your hand makes contact with his nuzzle, petting him gently. even though this monstrous creature was certainly frightening, the eyes were like big pools of honey, sweet and warm and inviting.

it was him, you knew in your heart.

♡︎

two years have past and you have gotten more than used to your dragon lover. you didn't just get used to zhongli's dragon form - you loved it. he was so glorious and dignified, proud and gorgeous, yet fuzzy and cute, like a little puppy. anyone else would probably be mortified to be cuddling with a dragon adeptus as powerful as him, but zhongli wasn't a powerful adeptus to you; he was simply your boyfriend.

"awww... do you feel good, Li?" you ask as you pet his head, massaging around his two, golden horns. he awards your actions with a vibrating purr emerging deep from his chest. you were laid on your bed together, enjoying a simple afternoon of cuddles and pets. his much larger, although scaled down, dragon body laid behind you, his underbelly making a perfect headrest for your head.

the adeptus continued purring as you petted him some more, leaving a few kisses along his snout. to think that he looked this scary and mighty but behaved like a kitchen cat...

"i feel as if i'm floating, my dear. you truly know how to care for an old dragon like me.." he sighed, pushing his head in your lap. your plushy, half-exposed thighs made much better of a pillow than any silk one he ever tried, he remarked.

suddenly, you felt a soft sensation on the top of your head. you raise your gaze and realize his fluffy tail tried returning the favor and petting you back. you smile at the feeling, dragging your fingertips from the top of his head down his spine, following the growth of his golden scales. he shivered under your touches, visibly enjoying himself.

"oh, sorry" you mumble, immediately removing your hand from his back, thinking you had done something wrong. even though you were already used to his dragon form, you still hadn't learned by heart where you could touch and where you could not.

he grumbled low as soon as your hands were off his scaly skin, his tail wrapping around your hand and returning it to his spine.

"don't stop" he growled, as if he was desperate for more of your pets, "i have been alive for eons, beloved, and nothing in those few eons has ever felt as good as what you're doing to me. i am a god, my dear, and your touches are my heaven"

♡︎ (NSFW ahead)

one of the best parts of zhongli was his dragon form, you thought. how protecting and caring he was, how soft and affectionate he was, and most importantly, how good he fucked you.

it took a long time for you to get over your embarrassment and ask him to make love while he's in his dragon form. since he's an adeptus, the dragon form was more familiar and comfortable for him than the human form (no matter how good he looked in the human form). besides, the talk around town was that rex lapis' body was anatomically different than a human male one.

as you were now under him, you finally understood what they meant by "different".

"ahh! li! LI! oohhh, archons, please!" you cried in overstimulation as his two cocks filled your holes, each significantly larger than anything of a normal male.

"there aren't any archons here except me, beloved. they can't help you nor grant your wishes, only i can. so why don't you beg your archon, my dear?" the smirk on his snout was almost sadistic as he growled these words in your ear, each followed by a hard thrust. he was big even in his human form, but this was just impossible - he wasn't even halfway in, and you were pretty sure you could feel him in your lungs!

"ahhh! oh, zhongli! z-zhongli! AH! please! rex lapis, ohhh, please! MORAX! MORAX, I NEED YOU!" you cry and writhe under him as he fucks you. it feels so good that you can't help but move around and shake, almost as if the pleasure was too much for you to bare.

"such a good follower... my most devoted follower is asking for me and as your archon, i'll happily answer your call..."

he nipped at your soft body, leaving little bite marks as he went along.

"what is it that you want, my dear?" he asks, splitting you in half with his dicks as you come for the nth time tonight.

"need you... all of you... please, zhongli... ohhhhh, please.."

being consumated by an adeptus was an honor. and being bred by an archon? well, that was just unimaginable. yet here you were, under the geo archon, begging to give him heirs.

"i shall give you what you need, then..." he sighs as he buries his head against your bosom, resting as he suddenly stills and buries his cocks as deep as they could possibly go. he started coming, breeding you until there wasn't a drop of sweet release left in him.

when you finally caught your breath, zhongli curled his long body around your smaller one, soothing you to slumber with his fluffy tail.

you knew at that moment that he'd have to be in his dragon form more often when the two of you are being intimate.

-> neuvillette

finding out your boyfriend of many years was the great hydro dragon came as a surprise. when he told you the secret he's kept for years, you sat in silence, wondering how to process all of this. you felt confused, decieved, and most of all, scared. even though this was still neuvi, your neuvi, he was also the great hydro dragon, a powerful, significant beast.

"i don't want anything to change because of my other form", rasped neuvillette, his poolwater eyes begging for reassurance, "....i hope you know i love you just the same, my love. and i cincerely hope you can forgive me for my lies over the past few years"

you stayed quiet, wondering what you should say. this was definitely not how you imagined this tea in his living room would go.

"can i... see it?"

he blinked once or twice, processing your question silently.

"your dragon form, i mean." you offer him a reassuring smile, as he shakes his head in disbelief.

"if you wish. i don't want to frighten you, mon cherie."

he changes into his dragon form, leaving you breathless. the final result of the whole thing was much less scary than the transformation - watching the man you love grow scales and wings was a stomach-turning experience. finally, the handsome man before you was gone, and a very large dragon appeared.

you stayed quiet, reaching your hands to hold his large nuzzle. he leaned into your touches, closing his eyes as your hands made contact with him.

"hello" you whispered, as if greeting a new person in your life, as if it wasn't someone you loved for the past four years.

"hello, dragon sovereign"

his ears twitched at those words, his spine tingling at the feeling. oh, so he liked being called that.

"hello, mon cherie" he grumbled in return, nuzzling his head against your torso.

"you're beautiful" you whisper in his ear as you pet him gently. "your scales are so pretty, like the ocean... you're one gorgeous dragon, neuvi. there is no reason to hide this side of you."

he smiled warmly, enjoying your warm words and touches.

"why did you hide this from me...?" you ask quietly, scratching his underchin lovingly.

"i was afraid of how you will take it. not many would be okay with having any kind of relations with a dragon", he murmured into your embrace, "let alone romantic ones."

"i don't mind" you humm as you pet him.

"you're not scary at all, love"

♡︎

"how am i not heavy?!" you ask through a chuckle, spread on top of your dragon lover's back as he lounged in his bedroom.

"you weight like a feather, my love. what are you even doing up there, hm?"

you laugh as you play with his mane, twirling it around your fingers and smoothing it out.

"petting my favorite dragon"

"are you implying you know multiple dragons, mon cherie?" he chuckled as well, swaying his body a little and trying to shake your smaller body from his back. finally he shook you off him, your frame losing balance and rolling from your spot on his back. you fell right next to him, and he instantly repositioned his body to hold you.

neuvillette had so much work, always, that all he wanted to do in his free time was lounge and sleep. that's why he repositioned you slightly so you could lay on his arm, covering your body with one of his wings.

"mmm, neuvi..."

it was so sweet and funny to you how he held you. you had read in books and stories that said dragons were hoarders - teriorial animals who'd cherish their treasures and hold them tightly in their nest. which was exactly how neuvillette held you in your bed.

he may have been sleepy - but you weren't; and quite frankly, you were bored. you decided to turn a little more to him, kissing at his chest and underbelly while soothing his wings with your palms.

"how am i supposed to take a nap with you caressing me the way you are, my love?"

"c'mere, neuvi..." you softly murmur, manouvering yourself to sit up, and moving his head to your lap. "there, love, rest there."

and he did, falling asleep peacefully as he was petted in your lap, getting many kisses and praises in your safe arms.

♡︎ (NSFW ahead)

the best part about finally knowing this side of your lover finally happened once he got comfortable showing his dragon form to you. even though you initial reaction was that he's scary, you had second thoughts...

"neuvi, love, i know how uncomfy being in your human form all the time is... you don't have to for me, you know? i don't mind your true form..."

you said as neuvillette laid you down on the soft pillows in his bedroom, shirtlessly towering over you and ready to make love to you like there's no tomorrow.

"no, little one, you don't even know what you're asking for. i'll be too much for you to handle in my dragon form, darling, and i could never put my selfish needs and wishes before your safety"

your hand reaches for his face, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb. you blush at the thought of him taking you in his dragon form - was it wrong for you to think that was kinda hot? many would be disgusted by the idea of being consumated by a beast, yet you loved it; he was your beast, after all.

"please, hydro dragon sovereign...", you whisper as you touch him, "be a little selfish, love. you deserve it. and don't worry about me, i can take it!"

his whole body shudders at the way you said his name, his self control holding on by a thread.

"i love your confidence, mon cherie, you are so adorable. yet, i'm afraid you can't handle all i'm able to give. my whole body is much bigger when i'm a dragon, you know that very well, and i wouldn't be able to fit you.."

your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him so close your noses were touching. he could feel your warm breath on his lips when you whispered:

"i'll make you fit.."

and his self control went flying.

so here you were, hours later, getting fucked into the matress by a large dragon. you lost count on how many times you came, your head hazy from all the pleasure. neuvillette held you in place in a mating press, fucking you like his sole purpose was to breed you. yet, he hasn't come yet, even after hours of your lovemaking.

"mmmphrr... neuvii~ ohhh.. ple- ahhh.."

your moans were uncoherent, your words slurred. at this point, you didn't even know your own name - you only knew his. your boyfriend smirked at the way you whined under him, nuzzling his snout against your neck.

"shhh... you asked for this, little one. now you will take all i'm giving you, hm? you will be good for me?"

"mhmmmm!!" you whine as he fucks you, your vision blurry from all the pleasure. your hands reach for his back, and you start caressing the area around his wings, massaging his back.

"fuck, little one.." he curses as he stills, pushing your legs to your chest and thrusting in you as deep as he'd go. he started coming with a long groan, fucking you through his high with shallow little thrusts, untill your womb was completely filled with his release. you felt full, hazy and warm, and he felt incredible, eyes filled with lust and adoration watching how your stomach bulged with his seed.

one day, he's gonna get your body swollen with more than just sweet release and give you a baby. a beautiful, half-dragon baby.

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Slick

Pairing: General Marcus Acacius x Lucius Verus x Female Reader Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: A new day dawns and your soldiers are still with you. Warnings: ALL PORN NO PLOT. (Like they don't even move from the bed.) SMUT, MMF threesome, man on man action, soft dom marcus, subby lucius, fingering, anal fingering, unprotected p in v, anal sex, pussy eating, mutual dick sucking, lots of praise kink, oil, body massage, a call back to S2E3 but this time with DUDES, reality? get that out of here! we've got roman dudes covered in oil fucking, not beta read, very lightly edited because your girl wants these horny words exorcised out of her loins. Words: 4,000.

A/N: Hi. It me.🧍🏼‍♀️ I've returned to offer you more Gladiator II sex. Read their prior adventures here and here. I had this pretty close to done well before the RUSH of all of the Pedro/Paul content today, but tonight I finished and lightly edited it (please accept any mistakes and overly repeated words). This is the first time I've written this form of male on male, so I hope I did well. Also, shout out to @magpiepills for being my smut guiding angel for some wording, @yopossum for the pink donut pic (I swear, this is not a euphemism), @itwasntimethatdidit40 for being just as enthusiastic about these three as I am, and as always forever and ever @ohheypedrito for shouting at me in text when she read it. And now in the words of @luxurychristmaspudding...

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Morning dawns and your soldiers are still there. Marcus holds you tight, his strong arms still wrapped around you. Your fingers trace the lines of his face, resting easier in slumber. He awakens at your touch, stirring and tightening his arms around you. His brown eyes flutter open, his dark lashes framing his tired eyes that focus on your face.

“Angel,” he whispers, voice rought with sleep. His hand slides up your back, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer. His lips capture yours, kissing you deeply and slowly.

His tongue teases your lips, urging them to open as he deepens the kiss.

His other hand roams your body, slipping between your thighs, fingers ghosting over your folds. “Need you,” he rumbles against your skin.

"But first, I need to get you nice and wet for me," he purrs. His thumb circles your clit as he sucks a mark onto your collarbone.

You arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. Marcus chuckles, the sound vibrating against your skin as he works his way lower.

You feel Lucius wake behind you, a soft gasp escapes his lips.

Marcus lifts his head, looking over at his young soldier. “Salve soldier,” he rumbles. “Watch. Watch as I fuck our angel.”

Lucius swallows hard, his cock already hardening against your backside. “Yes, M-master,” he responds.

The general shifts you onto your back, spreading your legs wide as he settles between them. His brown eyes lock with yours as he lowers his head, his warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck. You shiver in anticipation, your hands gripping the sheets.

Lucius props himself up on his elbows. His wide blue eyes watching every movement with his plush lips agape. You turn your head and watch him watch as Marcus dips a hand down between your bodies.

Marcus's thick fingers slide through your folds, spreading your wetness. He teases your entrance, circling it slowly before pushing two fingers inside. You gasp, arching into his touch as he pumps them in and out.

“Already so wet for me, aren’t you Angel?” Marcus groans against your neck.

“Yes,” you moan, staring into Lucius’s eyes.

"That's it," he growls. "Open up for me, open up for my cock.”

His fingers work you open, curling and scissoring inside you as his thick thumb circles your clit. Your hips rock against his hand, seeking friction.

Beside you, Lucius’s breath comes in quick pants, his eyes darting between your face and Marcus’s hand.

Marcus's fingers pump steadily in and out of your slick heat, stretching you for his thick cock. You writhe beneath him, soft moans falling from your lips as pleasure builds within you.

"Please," you whimper, your hands grasping at his broad shoulders.

He chuckles darkly, nipping at your earlobe. "Patience, Angel. I want you dripping for me first."

His thumb presses firmly against your clit, rubbing tight circles as his fingers pump you. Your back arches off the bed as waves of pleasure crash over you.

"That's it," Marcus growls approvingly. "Cum for me. Show my soldier how good I make you feel."

Your eyes lock with Lucius's as your orgasm washes over you. His blue eyes shine as he watches you fall apart underneath his General’s touch.

You whimper when Marcus withdraws his fingers. He holds them up in awe of how they glisten in the soft morning light, coated with your arousal. "Taste her," he commands Lucius, holding his fingers to the soldier's lips.

Lucius eagerly obeys, running his tongue along Marcus's fingers and moaning softly at your taste. Marcus's eyes darken as he watches, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

"Good soldier," Marcus praises, pulling his fingers from Lucius's mouth with a wet pop. "Now watch closely. See how I take our angel.”

He positions himself between your thighs, his cock brushing against you. You cry, grabbing at the skin of his strong arms desperate and needy to feel him inside you.

He grips your hips, holding you steady as he slowly pushes inside. You gasp at the delicious stretch of him, your walls fluttering around his cock as he fills you completely.

“So tight,” he groans, his eyes locked on yours. “So perfect.”

Lucius watches with rapt attention, his chest heaving quick breaths. His hand moves to grip his own hard cock, but Marcus stops him with a sharp command.

"No touching, soldier," Marcus says firmly.

Lucius obeys. His hands fisting in the sheets instead.

Marcus begins to move, his hips rolling against yours in steady rhythm.

He thrusts into you, his power stretching you with each deep stroke. His strong hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he guides you in a steady rhythm.

“That’s it Angel,” Marcus growls, his hips snapping against yours. “Take it, show my soldier how good I make you feel.”

You moan in response, your own hips grinding against his. With one hand on your thigh, Marcus lifts your leg higher around his waist. The change in angle causes him to hit that spot deep inside you, making a sharp cry escape your lips.

"You're mine,” he declares. “Mine to fuck, mine to pleasure."

Lucius whimpers softly. His blue eyes are dark with lust as he watches his general claim you. His cock stands proudly, leaking precum onto his toned stomach.

“And who do you belong to Soldier?” Marcus asks, turning his head towards Lucius.

“You, Master,” Lucius groans, his voice strained. “I belong to you.”

“Look at how much she loves it,” Marcus continues, his gaze never leaving yours as he drives deeper. “She can’t get enough.”

Your eyes dart to Lucius, whose breath comes in desperate gasps as he watches you both. His body trembles, his teeth clamp down on his bottom lip.

“You want to touch yourself, don’t you?” Marcus asks him, his voice taking on a more dominant edge.

Lucius nods frantically. “Yes, Master.”

“Not yet soldier, not yet.”

Marcus increases his pace, his thick shaft driving into you harder and faster. The slick sound of skin against skin fills the room, mingling with your cries of pleasure and his deep grunts of exertion.

Marcus senses your orgasm, his thumb finds your clit and begins rubbing tight circles. "Cum for me, Angel," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "Let my soldier see how good I make you feel."

The dual sensations of his cock and thumb push you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you in intense waves. You clench tightly around Marcus's shaft, milking it with every pulse.

"Good girl," Marcus praises, continuing to thrust through your orgasm.

Beside you, Lucius whimpers, his hands fisting the sheets tightly as he watches you come undone. His cock twitches against his stomach, leaking steadily.

As your orgasm starts to ebb, Marcus slows his movements. With a groan, he pulls out of your still quivering heat. You whine at the loss, feeling empty without him filling you.

Marcus settles on his back next to you, his cock still hard and slick with your orgasm. He reaches over and grabs the oil cannister.

“Rub me, both of you,” he commands in a low voice, shifting slightly to make room for Lucius beside you.

Your hands tremble slightly, your body still overwhelmed by the orgasm Marcus just gave you, as you take the cannister from his grasp. The smooth glass feels cool against your skin as you pour a generous amount of golden oil into Lucius’s outstretched palm before you trickle a stream of oil down Marcus’s broad chest.

His deep brown eyes move between you and Lucius, something akin to adoration flashes quickly through them.

Your hands glide over his broad chest, Lucius takes care of his strong legs.

Marcus’s body is peppered with scars from his many battles, your hands soothe each mark.

His skin almost glitters in the light of the rising sun. Every curve and ridge of his body gleams like he’s made of bronze.

Lucius’s hands glide over Marcus’ toned thighs, working the oil into his skin.

Yours and Lucius’s hands worship the General’s body, your eyes fixated on his cock, standing hard and tall in between his thighs, twitching.

His body is soon covered in golden oil, slicking down his body. You slide your hand down his stomach down to his cock, looking up at his eyes for silent permission. He grunts and nods, raising his hands to cradle the back of his head.

You trail your fingers along the length of him, mesmerized bu the way his skin shimmers under the oil. Lucius’s eager hands mirrors your movements.

“More,” Marcus orders, his voice rough with desire. “I want to feel both of you on me.”

He looks like a Roman statue posed like this. His body covered in shiny oil, his posture relaxed and strong.

“Show me how much you want it,” Marcus commands, his tone low. “Both of you.”

You kiss your way down his chest, your lips tasting the rich taste of the oil on Marcus’s body. You reach his thick cock, pulsating with need and look at Lucius in silent communication. You both share a smile before leaning in closer together, your breaths mingling as you let your tongues dance around the head of his shaft, both of you savoring the taste of him.

“Fuck,” Marcus breathes, his voice gravelly as he watches you both work in harmony. His gaze flickers between your mouth and Lucius's like a predator reveling in the beauty of his prey. “Worship me.”

You take turns tracing your tongues down the length of Marcus’s throbbing cock, his hips jut up with a hiss with each gentle flick and teasing spiral.

You take turns alternating between drawing your lips around the head of his cock and kissing up his shaft, each time making sure to lock your gaze with Marcus's. His brown eyes blaze through yours, your body feels alight with satisfaction knowing how much you affect him.

Lucius leans closer, his breath mingling with yours, and together you both envelop Marcus's cock.

Marcus lets out a deep chuckle as you and Lucius moan around his cock before he reaches down, gripping Lucius's chin to draw him closer. Their eyes lock before Marcus pulls him up into a heated kiss that makes your whole body shiver. Their lips meld together, grunts and groans escaping their lungs. You watch, enamored by the two strong men getting lost in each other. Marcus’s large hand glides down Lucius’s back, pulling him closer. The General and his soldier entwined in raw desire for each other.

Marcus pulls away, glancing down at you. “Look at her,” Marcus breathes against Lucius’s lips, his voice thick and primal. “She’s waiting for us.”

Lucius’ blue eyes are filled with lust when he looks at you.

“Sit on me Angel,” Marcus orders.

You swallow hard, feeling a rush of heat bloom across your skin at the command. With a slight nod, you shift your body, feeling the slick oil coating your skin as you rise from your spot and position yourself above Marcus.

You meet his gaze—intimidating yet tender—as you slowly lower yourself on him, feeling the broad head of his cock press against your entrance.

You pause for just a heartbeat, relishing the tense stretch of him him. Lucius watches intently, kneeling next to Marcus on the bed.

“Go on, Angel,” Marcus urges, his voice a low rumble. “Take what you need.”

With a deep breath, you sink down further.

“Gods, you feel incredible,” Marcus groans, his hands gripping your waist firmly, guiding your movements as you settle fully upon him. “Now move.”

You lean forward, resting your palms on his broad chest for balance, gripping his skin as you slip from the oil, your breath quickening as he begins to rock his hips beneath you.

Lucius watches, shifting closer, his hands wander over his own body, slick with oil.

Marcus presses his heels into the mattress, driving up into you with powerful thrusts that makes you see stars. You moan loudly as you feel Lucius inch closer, drawn to you.

“Faster,” Marcus growls, his hands tightening on your waist, urging you to pick up the pace. You obey willingly, relishing the way his cock stretches you open, filling you completely as you rise and fall atop him.

“Good girl,” he grunts, his muscles tense beneath your palms as he drives deeper, brushing against that sweet spot inside you. “You’re doing so well.”

You’re a mess of oil and sweat, Lucius’s hands run along the curves of your breasts before he leans down and takes one into his mouth. You gasp at the sensation of Marcus thrusting beneath you while Lucius’s warm mouth envelops your breast, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak of your nipple.

“Take it all, Angel,” Marcus growls, his voice thick with approval as he watches Lucius worship you. “Touch her soldier, help me make her cum.”

You ride Marcus harder as Lucius slides a hand down your torso, tracing a path until his fingers reach your sensitive clit. You gasp at the sensation, your body responding to the touch of both men.

The room is filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet slap of skin on skin as you ride him, Lucius’s fingers pressing and circling your clit.

Your orgasm flows through you, your legs shaking, head thrown back, eyes fluttering shut as you cum on Marcus’s cock.

Marcus's grip on your waist hardens, guiding you through the tremors of your release as he thrusts upward with primal intensity. His breath comes in ragged growls, his body flexing beneath you with feral energy as he watches you unravel.

Lucius doesn’t relent either, his fingers still circle your clit, pulling every last shudder from your body as the waves of your orgasm still crash into you.

Your hips undulate atop Marcus, your voice ragged from screaming and moaning as you still ride the earth-shattering orgasm.

Lucius’s mouth moves to your lips, kissing you deeply, swallowing all of the sounds that escape your throat.

“Lay back, Angel,” Marcus instructs, as he shifts beneath you. You feel his hands release their grip just enough to allow you to move. You push yourself up from him, feeling the slickness of oil coating your skin as you slide off his cock, a gasp escapes your lips at the sensation of emptiness. You turn and lay back upon the soft bedding, the fabric cool against your heated skin.

Marcus stands, heading over to the amphora and pouring himself a glass of wine.

"Soldier, attend to her," Marcus orders. "Lick up the mess I've made of our Angel."

"Yes, Master," Lucius replies eagerly, quickly shifting to settle between your spread thighs.

He gazes up at you reverently for a moment before lowering his head and running his tongue along your slit, lapping up your wetness. You moan softly, threading your fingers through his dark hair. His tongue delves deeper, thrusting into you and moaning at the taste.

Marcus watches, his eyes dark with lust as his soldier pleasures you. He takes one last drink of wine before reaching for the vial of oil, pouring some into his hand. "On your knees, soldier," he commands gruffly. "Present yourself to me."

Lucius obeys immediately, raising his hips while keeping his mouth latched onto your core. Marcus moves behind him, spreading Lucius's firm cheeks to reveal his tight hole. The general drizzles the warm oil down Lucius's crack, letting it trickle over his entrance.

He shivers at the sensation, a muffled moan vibrating against your cunt. Marcus sets the vial aside and begins massaging the oil into Lucius' skin. His thick fingers rub firm circles around the tight ring of muscle, coaxing it to relax.

Lucius moans into your wet heat as Marcus slowly pushes a finger inside him, working the tight ring of muscle open.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, holding him close as his tongue adores you.

"Get nice and loose for your general's cock,” Marcus rumbles approvingly, pumping it in and out.

The soldier's hips jerk, grinding back against Marcus's hand as he eats you out with renewed fervor. His tongue swirls around your clit before sucking it between his lips.

"Ohh," you cry out. Pleasure crashing over you as Lucius works you higher up the cliff.

Marcus continues fingering his soldier open. "Look at you, so eager for it," he praises. "Such a good soldier, servicing our Angel while I open you up."

Lucius rocks back to meet each thrust, whimpering and moaning into your slick folds. His tongue moves erratically against you as Marcus takes him apart with his fingers.

Marcus gazes down at you as he opens Lucius with his fingers. Your thighs begin to tremble, another orgasm building rapidly under both men’s attention.

“Close… close,” you moan out, your hips rolling to meet Lucius’s movements.

"Cum for him, Angel," Marcus commands, voice deep and authoritative. "Cum on my brave soldier's tongue."

With a sharp cry, you shatter, inner walls clenching rhythmically as ecstasy crashes over you. Lucius moans deeply, lapping at your release.

“Beautiful,” Marcus admires, pouring oil on his hard cock and stroking it. “Now Angel, watch as I take my soldier.”

Marcus grabs Lucius by the hips and with one swift, possessive motion, he sheaths himself deep inside Lucius. Both men gasp, Lucius buries his face into your thigh, his hands gripping the bedding as Marcus starts to thrust, deep and slow.

You feel each powerful thrust with each tremor that moves through Lucius against you.

You watch in awe, heart racing, as your General begins to claim his soldier.

“Take it, soldier,” Marcus’s voice is a low rumble against the backdrop of Lucius’s soft whimpers. “Show our Angel how well you take me.”

You grab Lucius’s chin, tilting it up to look him in the eyes, staring into the ocean of blue gazing back at you filled with waves of admiration and arousal.

You watch as power and submission join, filling the room with a symphony of skin slapping against skin and sounds of shared pleasure.

“More,” Lucius gasps, his body arching towards Marcus, urging him to give more of himself. He takes your breath away, vulnerable and fierce beneath Marcus’s strength.

Marcus responds with a feral smile, increasing his pace, each thrust hammering deeper into Lucius, pushing them both closer to that cliff.

“Let her hear you,” Marcus urges, his own breaths growing ragged. “Let her hear how good I make you feel, soldier.”

“Angel,” Lucius cries out for you, his voice raw and needy, his eyes staring into yours. His muscles tense and flex with each thrust that rolls into his body.

Marcus looks at you, his strong brow furrowed in determination as he spits in his hand and leans forward, wrapping his arm around Lucius's waist to firmly grasp his soldier’s cock.

“Feel it,” Marcus grunts. Lucius's eyes flutter shut, his mouth falling open in a silent moan. He squeezes your thigh harder, pulling you closer grounding himself.

You lean in closer, mesmerized by the scene unfolding before you, wanting to be closer to Marcus. He reads your body like a battlefield.

In one fluid motion, he lifts Lucius against his chest while still thrusting inside of him. Gasping, Lucius clutches at Marcus's larger hands and holds them tightly.

“Come here Angel,” Marcus grits, his tone dropping an octave sending goosebumps up your spine. “Help me make my soldier cum.”

You obey without hesitation, moving quickly to kneel in front of the two soldiers. Your fingers glide over Lucius’s taut chest, tracing the muscles that ripple beneath your touch as Marcus continues to claim him, thrusting deeply, rhythmically.

“Just like that,” Marcus growls, locking eyes with you. “Touch him Angel.”

Your heart races as you curl your fingers around Lucius’s cock, stroking him in time with Marcus’s thrusts. Precum drips out of the tip, your hand gliding smoothly along his length.

“Together,” he commands, his voice a possessive whisper that resonates in your core. “Let’s take him apart.”

You lean closer, your breath ghosting over Lucius's ear as you begin to quicken your pace. His body responds in kind, every stroke of your hand pulling more desperation from him.

“Angel,” Lucius groans, his voice trembling with need. “Master.”

You lean forward, sealing your mouth over his, kissing him. You swallow down his moans as Marcus drives into him, each snap of his hips against him a declaration of his dominance.

“Don’t hold back,” Marcus growls, the echo of his voice vibrating off the walls of your bedroom.

Lucius's breathing grows more shallow against your lips. You hold onto him tighter, mimicking his every movement as he responds to the General's touch. He pulls away, biting down on his lip before begging. "I can't... I can't keep this up much longer."

“Cum then soldier,” Marcus demands. “Let it all spill for our angel.”

“Cum Lucius,” you whisper, your fingers tightening and twisting. “Cum for us.”

His breath hitches and with a low moan, Lucius breaks, his body tensing and tightening. “I’m—” he gasps, eyes squeezing shut as his length throbs in your hand.

Marcus thrusts harder as his soldier’s body quakes against him. With a battle cry that echoes, Lucius spills himself hot and thick across your fingers. You caress Lucius’s flushed face, brushing away the sweat that formed on his brow. He pants, his eyes rounding with affection as he stares into your eyes.

“Good soldier,” Marcus grunts before letting out a primal growl and pulling out. “Lay with our Angel,” he commands, “I want you to watch me cum for you.”

You spread out on the mattress, Lucius collapses next to you, his chest heaving, his blue eyes still glazed with pleasure.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Marcus growls, standing tall looming over the bed. He towers over both of you, golden skin glistening in the soft light, each muscle defined as he strokes himself. “Watch me cum for you two.”

His hand works his length, teasing the tip as he stares down at you both. Lucius's hand finds yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as both of you watch Marcus in awe.

“Tell our Angel what you are,” Marcus demanded.

“Y-Your obedient soldier,” Lucius answers, never breaking eye contact with his general.

“And what do we crave?” Marcus growls, voice deep and rumbling.

“Our Angel, sir,” Lucius responds, his voice hoarse with need.

Marcus grunts, his grip on his cock tightening as he thrusts his hips forward.

“Marcus,” you moan. “Cum for us, General.”

It is as if his name on your lips was enough to shatter him. With a guttural groan, Marcus’s hips buck forward, his thick white ropes flying over both of you, hot and sticky against your skin.

“Angel,” he growls, collapsing onto the bed and crawling to lay next to you.

He catches his breath, his large chest heaving up and down.

“Kiss her soldier,” he sighs, grabbing you and pulling you close against his sticky skin. “Taste my Angel’s lips for me.”

You giggle as Lucius nuzzles his nose against yours and chases your mouth, needy and desperate for your kiss. You moan as his soft lips part yours and taste all of his desire for you.

Marcus chuckles softly behind you, rumbling against your back. “Just like that,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse and satisfied. “Let her feel how much we crave her, and then, we shall rest and bathe.” 

[httpiastri]

control freak – ln4

lando hates a lot of things. not being in control is definitely one of them.

genre: smut

pairing: female reader x lando norris

warnings: smut 🤭 i dont remember what it's called? but lando gets tied up. he likes to be in control, so i guess dom!lando is kinda insinuated. it's a bit dirtyyy but there are also some soft elements bcs who would i be to not include those :)

requested?: yes! thank you for requesting 🤍 (requests are still open!)

author's note: this was supposed to be just a blurb but something happened lol. also, very much inspired by this ask and the just him talking about how he needs to be in control in that video. this thought has been living in my mind rent-free since that moment. hope u all enjoyyyy<3<3 (if this doesn’t work this time. idk what to do. anyways.)

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"there we go..." you say, leaning back slightly and letting go of lando's wrist. "you alright?"

"my hands, yes. my ego, however..."

earlier this year, you and lando had agreed to buy one of those adult christmas calendars, one with a new toy or tool for the bedroom every day. so far, you'd gotten a blindfold, a massaging oil, and even a smaller vibrator. and today's present? a pair of sleek, white silk ribbons.

lando had immediately pulled the little strings out of the box, measuring them around your wrists. but you had shook your head, snatching them out of his hands and telling him it was his turn.

he had just cocked an eyebrow at you, assuming you were kidding. but the grin you had worn, one that told him that you were fully serious, had made him chuckle, rolling his eyes. no way, he'd told you, giving you a pat on the head before he leaned down against his pillow again. he had assumed this would be a lost cause for you, because there was no way he was letting you expose him to one of the things he hates.

lando hates a lot of things. number one: he hates not being in control, and he hates it so much.

the fact that he needs to be in control is very well-known in your relationship, and it applies to most situations. he needs to be the one driving, even if you're just going on a short trip to the supermarket; he needs to know who's invited to a dinner party so he can plan ahead; and of course, he feels a need for power in the bedroom.

but you are nothing if not persistent. lando is the very definition of stubborn, sure, but you would not give up on this one.

your boyfriend always thought you must be some kind of witch, because your effect on him is paranormal. the way you bat your eyes at him, your soft touch on his cheek, and your sweet kisses lingering on his lips – they could get him to agree to almost anything. even this, apparently.

since today was a friday, you had gone out for dinner and some drinks tonight before hurrying back home to try out your new present. lando was still a bit hesitant, but your lips pressed against his and your hips brushing his crotch as you sat on his lap on your bed made him give up yet again.

and that's how you find yourselves here, him already stripped out of everything except his boxers, with the sleek white ropes connecting him to the headboard. you twirl the fabric by his right wrist around your finger one final time, smiling at the little bows you've made. "you look so pretty right now," you hum, leaning down a little and tracing a finger along his jaw. "kinda wanna take a picture."

"do it."

you shake your head, not wanting to bring out your phone and possibly ruin the moment. you smile at the firmness in his voice, pressing a quick peck to his lips. "next time."

lando's chest vibrates with his chuckle. "oh, you think there will be a next time?"

"i know there will, because i'm in charge here."

the retort he was planning gets caught in his throat as your lips meet the side of his neck. he sighs at the feeling of your kisses traveling down to his chest, tongue coming out to lick the skin occasionally. he instinctively tries to grab your hips with his hands, momentarily forgetting about his restraints and letting out an annoyed groan when he's held back. you giggle against him when you hear the ropes snap against the headboard.

"already?" you ask, hands dragging up and down his beautifully tanned skin as your kisses trail even further, meeting the skin of his hipbones, giving both sides equal attention.

you can see how he clenches his fists from the corner of your eyes, knuckles already turning a little white. "i hate this. i really hate this," he mumbles.

"but you like me, don't you?" you counter, sitting back on your heels between his legs and letting your hands find the waistband of his boxers. "let me have my fun."

"great to know one of us is having fun, i guess." you take your time pulling down his underwear, enjoying every second of watching his impatience. when he's finally fully naked, his cock springs up to his stomach, a little precum leaking from him already.

"lando," you start, your thumb rubbing around the tip before spreading the precum along him. "don't you trust me?" you lower yourself down to press a kiss to his tip. "do you really think i won't make sure you enjoy this, too?"

his answer comes in the form of a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttering shut when he feels your tongue lick up a stripe along the side of his dick.

"i thought so."

your lips wrap around him, pushing yourself down his length before moving back up again. you're excruciatingly slow, wet lips sliding along his skin and only taking a little of him as your tongue swirls around him just once.

number two: lando hates being teased.

it's something he avoids at all costs, which you learned early in your relationship. he'll give you a stern look and push your hand away when you reach for his thigh during a company dinner; he'll grab your hips to hold you still when you intentionally grind onto him as you sit in his lap; and when you text him revealing pictures when he's away doing something important, he'll turn off his phone rather than let it get to him. it all comes back to his hatred of not being in control – he wants to be the one to tease you, not the other way around. so when you get a chance to tease him and he can't do anything about it, you take it.

speeding up your actions is not something you even consider, and now that lando's hands aren't in your hair to usher you, you take your time. you do, however, push him further into you, letting him hit the back of your throat before pulling entirely off him. when you sink down on him again, he buckles his hips: his way of trying to retake control. your hands find his sides, holding him down as you slide off him, leaning back to look at him as a grin spreads across your lips. "impatient, are we?"

his eyes are scrunched up, head thrown back to show off his thick neck. his muscular chest is heaving for air, already, and his hands are still hanging sloppily from the ropes. you love to see him like this. so weak, so helpless. it's not often that you get to take in this sight, so you savor every second of it.

when he feels the bed rock, lando's eyes shoot open. he watches you climb up from the bed, standing right next to it as you slowly let the sleeves of your dress fall down your shoulders. he does not enjoy the moment as much as he wishes he would, because all he can think of is how much he wishes he was the one sliding the dress down your body; how much he wishes he was the one unclasping your bra; how much he wishes it was his hands dragging your soaked panties to the floor.

you move to straddle his lap, your hips hovering over his as you let his tip nudge your entrance. when you finally descend on him, he bottoms you out so perfectly. you press your hands to his chest, leaning your weight on him as you feel yourself getting stretched out.

if lando thought you were done with the teasing, he was very wrong. you rise from him painfully slowly, before going down just as slowly. when your hips meet his again, you stop for yet another moment, rolling down on him.

number three: lando hates not being able to control the pace.

he's used to driving cars at 300 km/h, for god's sake, so this slow motion-pace you're going at is not ideal for him. he doesn't always need to thrust in and out of you like you only have a minute left to live but regulating the pace is, according to him, one of the perks of being the boyfriend. but not today.

you find a rhythm, bouncing on him like you are in no hurry whatsoever. your lover's moans are muffled and he's seemingly doing his best to not let anything slip out. he doesn't want you to know how much he likes this, despite not being in control.

"don't hold back, baby," you say, thumbs stroking his skin encouragingly. "you're allowed to feel good even when i'm in charge."

and when he finally lets go, the sounds he makes are like music to your ears. his hearty groans send a shiver down your spine and you can't help but pick up the pace a little, needing to hear more. you want to pull every sound and twitch out of him, and if that means going faster, it's a change you're willing to make.

you feel the shudder passing through his body when you clench around him. you know he's close when his heels dig into the mattress and he thrusts into you, trying to make up for lost time. you're almost there, too, and the way you feel all of him pump into you turns your brain into mush.

your nails dig into his chest when you reach your climax, likely leaving indents in his skin. you continue riding him, helping him chase his high, your pulsating insides helping draw it out instantly. when you feel the spurts shooting into you, you collapse against him. he's twitching inside of you, his chest jumping with his breaths, and your fingers reach to brush along the side of his neck to help him come down from his high.

"okay, i'll admit," he starts, taking deep breaths between every word. "that was so fucking hot."

a giggle escapes past your lips, and you prop your chin up on his chest to look up at his face. "i knew it would be." you brush back his curls, freeing his glossy forehead. "thank you for trusting me."

his face is adorned by a soft smile, and it replicates on yours. "are you okay?" he asks, always so caring, and he lets out a breath when you nod.

number four, the most important one: lando hates being unable to hold you.

he hates not being in control of your well-being; he hates not being able to ensure you're okay. he hates not cupping your face in his palms, stroking your cheeks, pulling his fingers through your locks. so, it would be an understatement to say that he was ecstatic when you pulled yourself off him, sat down on his side and started working on undoing the ropes.

his skin shows off a burning red color, and it hasn't occurred to you yet how much he actually must've been itching to touch you. usually, when he ties you up, your skin gets a bit irritated too, sure. but it's not often this bad. "let me get you a lotion for your wrists," you say.

you're practically off the bed already when lando grabs your hand, dragging you onto him again. "later." he pulls your back to his chest and nuzzles his face into your hair, pressing a peck to your scalp. "just wanna hold you right now."

you shake your head at his antics, but take both of his hands into yours. you hold them up to your lips, giving him a few kisses around both of his wrists. "maybe that's better?"

"perfect." his voice is low, arms snaking around your waist to tug you closer. "i think they're completely fine now."

"let me at least get you something in the morning?"

"mmm. shush and sleep now."

and there it was, an order – back in control already. just like he should be.

[senseichaos]

Hey, can you have a Lucifer going down on a female reader until she’s completely over stimulated? Trying to push him away, him using his magic to keep her still that sorta think? TIA🤤

Your wish is my commannndddd!

IMAGINE

"Amh.. Luci s'.." Your words get swallowed up by another moan that goes through your body, legs trembling as Lucifer's hand keeps them open with a strong grip. A blush goes over your face when his eyes peek up at you as he works his tongue against your clit, circling the sensitive bud at a tantalizing pace that makes you go dizzy.

You pull your blanket to your face, lower lip trembling as the pleasure from Lucifer's tongue continues to go through you. Gasping, you feel Lucifer's tongue dip into your hole, the pleasure from the action causing you to squirm and whimper loudly in an embarrassed pleasure.

"Duckling.." you hear him mumble into you, the vibrations causing you to continue trembling. "It's not nice having you squirm when I'm treating you, hm? Remember this is a punishment," oh you remember all right. You'd accidentally ripped a hole in one of Lucifer's expensive shirts, he wasn't mad (he's never mad) but he was definitely looking for that opportunity to punish you all the same; his punishment was simple, he was going to eat you out as many times and make you cum as many times as he pleases.

So far, he is doing a fucking good job at doing just that.

"Sorry! It's just so dirty.."

He chuckles, the vibrations making your cunt clench around nothing.

"That's just how I like it, silly duck. Now stay still for me, hm?" He asks, and under his soft yet authoritative gaze nodding without any thought but his beautiful lips as they kiss against your clit.

as Lucifer laps his tongue against your clit whilst his fingers massage into your thighs, you feel your first high begin to tighten inside of you. Once again feeling your body tremble as you bite your lower lip, closing your eyes shut tightly whilst Lucifer puts his oral skills to good use. You press the sheets to your mouth, letting out a high pitched whimper when your thighs threaten to close around Lucifer's head. He doesn't allow it, though; he makes sure to keep your thighs open nice and wide for him even if that means using a large amount of force.

"Lucifer! Careful or m'!" You moan, the knot in your stomach itching to unravel your orgasm.

"Mhm?"

"M' gonna cum!" You cry, and Lucifer chuckles, nibbling his sharp teeth against your clit as his tongue draws circles against it. With that movement you are inched to your high, the knot inside of you unraveling so hard you squirt a little. But Lucifer doesn't stop, he continues to eat you up, taking what he wants from your choicest of fruits. He doesn't care that you squirted on his chin, he doesn't care that tears are beginning to fall down your cheeks, he continues to lap up all of you. He's determined to do as he chooses.

"Daddy! S'too much..!"

Lucifer laughs, sucking against your swollen clit for a moment before withdrawing, mouth pressed to your mount. "Well, you should have considered that before ripping Daddy's shirt, hm? Be a good duckling or I'll make you cum even more than I plan," He says, a sadistic glint in his eyes as he kicks a long strip against your entire pussy.

"But I'm gonna fall asleep.." you whine, holding the sheets of the bed to yourself tightly. You try to push him away, you really do! Even going as far as to shock him on the arm with your (weak) powers. Though, this all doesn't appease Lucifer. If anything it makes him more ravenous to eat all of what he can from your pussy. This all amounts to his own powers keeping you still, a throb of a sort of ache-y pain entering you.

"Well if you do, I guess I'll just keep going. I didn't teach you to resist punishments like this, little ducky.."

Once again, he dips his tongue into your hole, fucking his tongue into you for a moment before going back to teasing your clit. It just goes like that, he'll suck, bite, lick your clit and then fuck you open with your tongue.

You can't even begin to recall how many times you came. 5? 8? 10!!?? By the time you awoke your pussy felt moderately used. And yet it was all worth it when you awoke nestled against Lucifers chest, his light snores filling your ears.

(not proof read!)

[jksian]

02 - You up? (m)

"Shut up and ride me, yeah?"

pairing: best friend Jungkook x inexperienced reader

genre: fwb, f2l, smut, angst and fluff

w/c: 3.8k

warning: phew well... teasing, netflix and chill y'k?, mentions of his tattooes, mentioned about the movie 'after' for once, mention of infidelity (I mean Jk's ex!), mention of a threesome🙊,overstimulation, fingering, sucking, reverse cowgirl oops, protected sex (jk uses protection, jk is smart, be like jk), marking, cum play?, use of vibrator👀, ✨SQUIRTING✨, everything is very wet wet, praises and kisses😍, intimacy!!!, crying (out of pleasure), little argument, JK is a soft dom because soft!dom supremacy!! and that's it, I think, also it's not edited!

a/n: okay so, I have found a very similar video of there first smut scene here, when he was fingering her. I wanted to share it with you guys. I was hesitant at first but with all of your votes being positive, I have the courage to do it, I think.

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When Jungkook asked you to hang out with him, you knew how it was going to be.

You under him, or in some cases, him under you.

In both cases, his dick would be buried deep inside of you.

When you got the massage ‘you up?’ it was inevitable what was the intention behind that. Still, your oblivious self made you sit here on his bed and scroll through hundreds of series in Netflix to choose which one to watch. You liked to make yourself dumb and naïve intentionally.

Ignorance is pure bliss. Indeed.

It wasn’t something out of the ordinary for you to found Jungkook’s hand caressing your naked thighs as his hands soon travels all over your exposed skin, before they found their shelter in between your legs.

Classic Netflix and chill version.

At first, it was just an ordinary evening where two friends hang out and watch some movies together, but your relationship with Jungkook wasn’t ordinary. What kind of relationship you had with him, anyways? Fuck buddies? Friends with benefits? Situation ship?

Nah. You both made it clear that you guys will remain friends no matter what, even though you heart wanted something more than that, you buried that desire deep inside of your head.

The movie ‘after’ played in his laptop, as you made yourself comfortable and took a seat in-between his legs, leaning your back on his chest.

Everything was good until the male protagonist started eating the female protagonist out in the movie, that scene made you shift uncomfortably in his hold.

Jungkook’s hand, which was rested on your thighs previously started rubbing soothing circle there, his face too close to your neck, almost nestling in it.

You breath hitched when his hands travelled up towards your torso, lifting your shirt a little to feel the soft skin there.

You whimpered a little, unexpectedly, when he twisted your nipple in between his fingers, rolling and squeezing the soft flesh and ravishing in the euphoric feeling.

He always loved your tits. Even though they were not as huge as every other boy fantasized about, they were enough. They were real. Whenever you expressed your slight insecurity about them, he was quick to comfort you, complementing about their shapes and how soft and perfect they were or how they always brought comfort to him. You found the later one, quite odd.

“What are you doing–,” Your voice was faint, merely able to held back the moan before it escaped from your throat because of the luscious touches of him.

He chuckled at your innocence or better, false innocence and brought your body closer to him, “Just want to touch you, may I?” His lips brushed against your earlobe before gently sucked on it.

You felt arousal coming out and ruining your panties further. The damage was already done, nothing to do about that.

You nodded and he didn’t waste any time and lifted your shirt up until your tits came to his vision, made it harder for the men behind you to breath.

One of his hand sneaking its way into your shorts, flickering your sensitive bud over your panties.

“W-we were supposed to watch the movie.” You cleared your throat and tried to act nonchalant but the quaver in your voice indicated otherwise.

He chuckled again, knowing very well the effect he had on you. “Is that so? But, I want you –,” He turned your face towards him, with his dark yet full of stars in his eyes, stared right back at you, “Now.”

His eyes flickered to your lips as his own tongue swiped over his lower one, licking your lips in the process before going back to your eyes.

You felt overwhelmed, with the amount of intensity he held in his eyes, at the way he touched you with his hands. Sinistery yet heavenly.

His lips crashed on yours, lips moving in sync, like they were made for each other, made to kiss and fold like this for forever.

You lips reminds him of the delicate caresses of a brush on canvas, where vibrant hues adorn the surface, creating it as beautiful and whole.

His fingers kept on pinching your nipples and massaging your tits at the same time. You couldn’t help but whimper in his hold, turning your face to moan which you were holding back. “Look at that, how wet you are.”

He whispered into your ear, warm breath hitting the side of your face as he started kissing your jawline, making his way to your neck. Alternating between kissing and gently sucking, he ensured that by the end, your body was adorned with an array of colors, colors of him, creating a vivid and captivating masterpiece.

“You’ve been grinding against me, so, isn’t it obvious?” Futile attempt to be sassy at that moment, especially when you couldn’t help but moan at every flicker of his finger on your clit.

“So you’re admitting it that I made you this wet, hmm?” You could see the cocky smile on his face even though your eyes were shut from the pleaser he was giving you.

Jungkook was good at many things but, knew it even better when it comes to using his fingers on you. He was familiar with your body as if it were the back of his hand.

He instructed you to lift your hips and pulled of your shorts along with your panties.

You heard him cursed under his breath when you spread your legs wide for him, gave him a glimpses of your glistening pussy.

He moaned into your neck when his finger slipped easily into your pussy, feeling more of your essence leaking on his finger. Your drenched pussy stuffed with his finger, “You’ve got a pretty little cunt, baby.”

The way your cheeks heat up was embarrassing, but you didn’t care the slightest and let the moans out freely.

Your eyes rolled back when he started pumping his finger without any mercy, your cunt clenched around his thick fingers adorned in various tattoos, stretching you out perfectly.

He groaned breathily into your ear at the squelching sounds, echoing through out his room. Your rested on his shoulder, eyes shut from the overwhelming sensation when he curled his fingers and hit the right spot.

“Oh fuck! K-keep going please –,” You pleaded, voice cracked as you weren’t even able to form a complete sentence.

“Please what, baby?” He still had time to tease when you were squirming and twisting under his hold, you wanted to smack him hard on his head but you decided to play it smart. Because, getting your release was more important than letting your ego win, especially when the men was so hot and called you ‘baby’. Wait…does he called you baby?

“Stop teasing and let me cum, Kook.” The way you called him that… should be illegal. You knew how he liked being called ‘kook’ and you used that to your advantage.

He grumbled and thrusted his fingers along with his thumb on your clit, giving hard flicks on the bundle of nerves, made your legs tremble.

“oh fuck –,” you moaned, biting on your bottom lip as your hips thrusted upwards on its own, chasing your release.

Your slick dripped down your thighs as you held onto Jungkook’s shoulder for your dear life, wrinkling up his t-shirt in your tight grasp.

“You look so fucking pretty when you cum, y’k?” He smirked at you and you just returned a glare before closing your eyes again and tried to catch your breath.

You felt him moving and when you looked around and saw him reaching down to the nightstand beside his bed and pulled out a condom along with something like…hold on!... Is that–

“Jungkook! What the fuck?” The disbelief in your eyes made him smirk even more, he found amusement in your little gasp, “Saved it for special occasions.” He said while grinning at his supposed comedic statement.

“Special occasions? Since when you had a vibrator with you?” You gave him a hard glare which was supposed to indicate that you were pissed but he laughed at that. He fuckin’ laughed.

“Bought it because, I thought…,” He moved his fingers, the same ones which was buried deep into your cunt and still had your cum on it, brushed it over your lower lip, “You’d like it.” Then shoved the same finger into his mouth.

He was a fucking maniac for moaning around his own fingers, as if he was tasting world’s most delicious food or something. The fingers came out of his mouth, coated with his saliva this time.

The slow buzz of the vibrator behind you made you shiver in his hold, you felt his hands on your hips, slowly dragging them up and down until he reached your ass. Squeezing your ass cheeks firmly, he landed a slap on it out of the blue and it made you squeal on his lap.

Leaning forward, Jungkook again, started peppering kisses on your back, sucking on any area he can and licking it afterwards as he continued, made your breath hitched.

His lips were irresistible. He was irresistible. As much as you hate to admit it, it was the truth. Even though, he was your best friend and you guys were on the strict rule of FWB, The men sucking on your skin made you this wet like no one else and made you feel things you’ve never felt for anyone before.

It was dangerous whatever it was happening between you two. You knew it but, does it made you stop? No.

The way you shameless let out the loudest moan when he brought that cute little pink magic wand to your clit, made you slap your hand on your mouth and your legs to shut immediately.

His hardness was poking on your lower back, he was in his boxer so it was easy to feel it through the thin layer of clothing. He remove the vibrator and in an instant, you shifted onto his lap properly, this time your pussy directly on his cock which made him gasped and groaned. The sounds he made was enough to grew the ache in between your legs, it made you needier for any kind of touch he could gave you.

Your slickness dripped on his clothed cock from your bare pussy as you grind on it. He shut his eyes from the feeling of it, you felt him twitching.

“Fuck. Wait– baby, you planning on making me cum in my pants?” He chuckled breathily, pupils dilated with sheer lust as he said, “Let me take off my boxers.”

You shifted of his lap before he took it off. The idea of making him cum in his pants was arousing, you smiled as said while turning around to look at him, “Not a bad idea, though.”

You received a smack on your ass again along with the sound of his sweet chuckle. “Shut up and ride me, yeah?”

That considered yet dominating tone of his voice made your heart swell and your pussy clenched. The fact that he was making sure to made you feel comfortable, if you wanted the same thing or not even though it was the thing he wanted was appreciating. You knew, if you told him no and stopped, he wouldn’t even question you.

You smiled in return and kissed him, cupping his face while leaning on his shoulder, your back pressed against his chest and his cock brushed against your entrance, this time bare, direct skin to skin. It was enough to made you go crazy.

He squeezed your boobs and aligned his member at your entrance. Moaning into his mouth, you glided down on his length and took him in one-go.

He moaned along with you. Before you could start moving, he brought the vibrator to your clit and set it at the lowest mode but that was enough stimulation for you to roll your hips.

Jungkook held your waist, guided you on his cock while keeping the vibrator on your clit steadily.

“Yeah baby, ride it like that. Make yourself come on my cock.” He said through gritted teeth, groaning under his breath every time you thrust back on him. His other hand pressed lightly on your lower belly where his bulge can be seen while he increased the speed of the vibrator a bit higher. Your thighs shakes from the overstimulation, tears formed in your eyes and your moans were uncontrollable.

“Fuck fuck, gonn– c-come,” You cried out, tears now freely running down your flushed cheeks, the squelching sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room.

“Shit, hold it for me.” You thrusts were becoming erratic, upon knowing that Jungkook immediately handed over the vibrator to you and held you by your waist, started thrusting back at you.

He lay down on the mattress, seeing how his cock disappeared inside you and reappeared made him twitch violently, “Yes baby, that’s it. You feels so fucking good,” He groaned.

His praises made you clenched around him, moaning from the pure pleasure, you throw your head back. Even though, the vibrator was making you overstimulate, you couldn’t brought yourself to remove it. Nails digging on his hand, leaving marks for him to remember just like the bruises which will be prominent on your waist later, because of the dead grip of his.

He was rougher than before, slamming into you without a care in the world, “Fuck, I can see everything from here, how your pussy is swallowing my cock, baby. S-shit –,” He didn’t missed a chance to hit that perfect spot inside of you, abusing it to the point that your walls spasm and you squirt all over his cock and the bed sheet beneath you.

Tears stream down your cheeks from the intense pleasure in your core, your whole body shakes, you immediately removed the toy from you but Jungkook never stopped, constantly slammed back at you.

“Fuck, J-jungkook,” More spurs of liquids gushes out of you every time his cock came out of you. You couldn’t handle the pleasure as your body gave out and you leaned back on his chest. He still continued while holding onto you.

“Oh fuck–,” Jungkook moaned, never stopping his movements. The way you squirt, the hot liquid coated his cock, how your drenched pussy felt so good was overwhelming for him. You made him overwhelmed.

“I-I’m coming –,” You shrieked, pussy gripping his cock almost painfully. Jungkook couldn’t think straight as your warm walls engulf his member completely.

“Come on, come for me, baby.” Your vision got blurry, the harsh thrusts and the overstimulation was too much for you. You moans choked out from your throat, you almost let out a scream but restrained yourself for the sake of his neighbors.

With a last thrust, he finally came. His eyes rolled back as he dick restlessly twitches inside of you before he spiller his seeds inside the condom.

He slides out of you and your come oozed out of you, your body fall on top of him and he held you close to his chest. You could heard the soft beating of his heart, his slightly harsh breaths as he tried to recover from the intense session you two just shared.

You both lay down there in silent, hearing each other breaths and just…held onto each other like that in an intimate way.

Jungkook shifted in his place as he held onto you gently, carefully, not wanting to hurt you by any means as he places you beside him.

Your eyes were still closed when he cupped your face in his hands, when you finally looked at him you saw him staring back at you with his usual wide doe eyes. He didn’t said anything at first, just stared at you with something in his eyes you couldn’t decipher before he spoke, “Are you okay?”

His voice was as soft as his touches, there was slight hint of concern in his tone. This little things was the reason behind your growing feeling for him.

How caring and considerate he was with you, how he treated you as if he wanted you. Yes, he does wanted you but not in the way you wanted him. He was the first one to comfort you, he was always there for you. As a friends, he was perfect. And, as a boyfriend, he would be definitely better than your ex.

You smiled at him, “Yes, I’m absolutely okay.” You said that rather enthusiastically, making him chuckled in the process. He gave you a kiss on your forehead before despairing into his bathroom.

You thought, how it might be if you could tell him about the things you felt for him. It all started after he got cheated on by his ex.

He was devastated after that. You still remember the day when he cried in front of you. Jungkook was someone who wasn’t very good at expressing his emotions through words nor liked crying in front of others. So, when he did, you could imagine how hurt he might had been at that moment.

Still, he gave her some time and came with an agreement that they both just needed space to figure out what they both wanted. Bullshit.

You never liked that idea. She literally cheated on him, even though she was kissing another girl on the lips, it still considered as cheating. Still, you supported Jungkook, because that’s what friends do.

Your chain of thoughts broke as Jungkook entered his room with a wet towel in his hand and a glass of water. You took it out of his hand and gulp down the water but he didn’t gave you the towel. He always does that, wiping your essence off of you every time. You stopped with your futile attempts of you can do that yourself long ago.

“Wait, let me take a shower.” You didn’t said anything, it was strange. Aftercare was important for him, you knew it. Usually, you two shower together or cuddled up on the bed, but, this time, he went alone. You found that odd before your focus shifted towards his phone.

The sound of a notification made your face turned towards the litted up screen. You scooted over it and the thing you saw made your blood boiled for unknown reasons.

You saw a notification from his ex-girlfriend. They weren’t in the talking situation so, why he got notifications from her. The suspicion and bitterness got the best of you and you quickly dressed to leave his apartment.

Just as you were about to head outside, he barged out of the bathroom, halting his movements for a second by your form standing in front of his door to leave, the automatic pout came onto his face out of confusion, he spoke, “Where are you going? Wait– why are you leaving?”

His brows pinched together a frown settled on his face, “Is everything okay?” There was seriousness in his voice. He tried to came closer but, he noticed the hesitation in your movements so he backed up, didn’t wanted to made you uncomfortable.

“I – just have something’s to do.” You lied, voice came out in an whisper as if you didn’t had any strength left in your body. Nothing wrong there, fucking Jungkook always made your body exhausted afterwards, but, your heart always felt content. Not this time.

Even if he sensed your lie, he didn’t question you. “Then, let me drop you there at least,” He went to grab his keys before you stopped him in the track.

“Do your still talk with Sana?” There was a few seconds of silence, not a sound of footsteps or even breathing. Utter silent. You heart beats increased with every second, holding onto your handbag, you waited for his reply.

“No… but, she followed me on Instagram yesterday.” He told you the truth, never wanted to lie to you. He just didn’t knew why he made this thing a secret. Not a secret, he just didn’t priorities it enough to discussed this with you.

“And?”

“And, I followed her back, then she sent a massage.” He said that so casually as if he was talking about a random person. It wasn’t any random person.

You turned around and looked at him. You didn’t understood why you felt a stinging pain in your heart when you saw him standing there oblivious. There was a slight worriedness in his eyes.

“Jungkook…I don’t know what you were thinking but…why didn’t you tell me? Also, why are you talking to your ex?” Okay, not so smart question. You did admitted that. That’s his life, he could talk to anyone he wants, so asking him why he did that was stupid.

Still, he tried to explain, “I– sorry, I should’ve said this before, but I thought it wasn’t much important to discuss about,”

“Wasn’t much important to discuss with me, right?”

“What? No! ____, It’s not what you’re thinking –,”

“Then, what is it? Jungkook, she cheated on you –,” Those words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. You wished you didn’t said that because the way his eyes went wide and glossy, made your heart hurt.

“Lets not come to an conclusion yet, she said she need some time and I gave her that. Also, she did that after…her last encounter with us.” This time, you gasped. He was talking about the threesome you guys had a month ago before their break up.

It was a casual thing between the three of you, all of you gave your own concerns, all three of you wanted that. Now, why he brought that topic into this argument. The conclusion was far more worse. You brain immediately responded with he thinks she cheated on him because of me.

His ex wanted to explore her sexuality after her encounter with you during the threesome. It all came clear in your mind.

“Are you implying that…she cheated on you because of me?” Your voice slightly cracked at the end of the sentence and you cringed. Not wanting to stay even a second there, you barged out of his room without looking back.

“No no, ____ , listen. I never blamed you– fuck! I could never do that, baby.” He grabbed you arm, tried to calm you down. “Please, don’t misunderstood me.”

His voice held so much vulnerability, panic rushed over his eyes. You couldn’t brought yourself to look at him, because if you did, you would mold back into his arms instantly and you couldn’t let that happen.

He kept on pleading to you, standing at the doorway and you. You huffed at his stubbornness, “Jungkook, please I have to go, now. We can talk about this later.” You again lied.

Jungkook wouldn’t wanted to disrespect your decision or invade your personal space, he backed away from the door. He couldn't understand outburst but he did knew that you never liked it when someone hide something from you. he knew, he made you upset which he never wanted.

You could see his glistening eyes staring right at you, his brows furrowed as he kept on looking at you until you departed from his apartment.

Your tears, unrestrained, finally flowed freely, unable to be held back any longer.

[everyonewooeverywhere]

PRINCESS

NSFW | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

summary: idk yuyu have big cawk & i wanna be his pretty princess

pairing: dom!yunho x female!reader

genre: smut | non-idol au | established relationship

rating: 18+

word count: 1.5k

content/warnings: female reader, sex toys (vibrator), daddy kink, dumbification, bondage (light), name-calling (whore, slut, stupid, princess, baby), creampie, squirting, unprotected sex, light exhibitionism (not really tho), aftercare (ofc 😌)

notes: shhhhh i'm ovulating

“Shhh, you better keep it down baby. Wouldn’t want the whole house to know what a little whore you are, right?” Yunho mused in your ear. The beautifully pathetic little moan you let out in response made him chuckle. 

This was just supposed to be a nice little vacation. All of you had just wrapped up your exams and were in a desperate need of a break, so you’d rented out a really nice house on the beach for you all to stay in. Relaxing at the pool and by the ocean was just what you needed. Except it wasn’t all you needed. And it wasn’t all Yunho needed apparently either. Because it was only your first night here and you and your boyfriend had been at it for hours at this point, and there was no sign of him slowing down anytime soon.

Your wrists were tied with a pretty pink ribbon (his personal favorite) and secured above your head. Leaving your soft skin so available for Yunho. Only the cute pair of pink lace panties you wore kept him from seeing you completely nude. 

And the best part?

The bullet vibrator in your underwear (only secured by the fabric and the squeezing of your thighs). You’d already come so many times, but both of you were so eager to see you released again.

“Yuyu…” you whined and rolled your hips a bit. Arching your back, falling to notice how he bit his lip to mask a groan brought forth by your beautiful tits. 

“Come on princess, give daddy one more and then I’ll give you what you really want.” He pet your hair and kissed your forehead. He sat beside you and caressed your waist, letting his fingers softly trail over your skin. Watching as goosebumps formed on your stomach due to his touch. “Can you come one for time for me, angel?”

You nodded, jaw dropped open, “Mhmm! Oh daddy!” You let out a little gasp, “‘M gonna come…”

“Yeah?” He tilted your chin so you’d look him in the eyes, “Oh my pretty baby. You look so pretty when you come.” He watched your face so intently as you came. The way your eyes rolled back into your head and how your tongue lolled out of your mouth. Giving him the perfect opportunity to do his favorite thing.

He slid his middle and ring finger over the wetness of your tongue. Pressing down and opening your mouth up wide. Wide enough for him to pass a wad of spit from his mouth and down your throat.

And he didn’t even have to tell you to swallow because you did it all on your own. “Good girl.” He whispered against your cheek. Reaching into your panties to remove the vibrator. 

You hummed and leaned into him, “Thank you, daddy.”

“Oh course, princess. Do you think you’re ready for my cock now?”

You looked deep into his eyes and nodded furiously, “Please, Yuyu.” Your thighs pressed together at the thought, “I want it so bad.”

He chuckled at your eagerness, “Ok pretty.” He climbed over you, pressing soft, wet kisses to your sternum and each of your breasts. Holding them in his hands and massaging them as he trailed kisses wherever he saw fit.

Delicately he trailed his fingers under the waistband of your panties, “I like these, baby.” He snapped the elastic against your skin, “They look so cute on you.”

You gasped at the way they stung, “Thank you, daddy.” You repeated like a mantra you’d been conditioned to use. “They’re just for you.”

“Of course they are,” he smirked, lifting himself up from your chest grabbing your chin with a lot more force than probably necessary, “Don’t say stupid stuff, baby. You know how much daddy hates when you act like a dumb slut.”

“I’m sorry Yuyu,” you pouted. And his eyes zeroed in on the way your lip puffed out. God, he wanted to ruin you.

“It’s okay, princess. You can make it up to me, right?” You felt him slide your panties aside, and the brush of his thumb along your swollen and overstimulated clit made you shiver with delight, “I’m gonna fill you with my cum, okay? And you’re just gonna take it like the good girl daddy knows you are.”

You moaned at the idea, “Please,” you whimpered, “I want that so bad. I want you to fill me up. I wanna be so full of come. Yuyu, daddy, plea—.” You were cut off when he rammed into you. With your wrists still secured above your head, you could only tug on the ribbon and writhe around as he fucked you so relentlessly.

Not another coherent word left your pretty lips. You burned with desire. Every part of your body just buzzed with pure pleasure. 

His cock nearly split you in two. But you would take it. You would take it because that’s what he asked you to do. And you couldn’t let him down. Not when he did so much to make you feel good. To make you feel like a princess.

And now, with his cock thrusting into you over and over and over again, filling every fucking inch of your cunt, you felt so grateful for him. He knew just how to make you feel good. He knew to grind against your clit with every thrust. He knew how much you loved when he fondled your chest when he fucked you. And perhaps best of all, he knew where your g-spot was, and he knew exactly what words to say to make you go insane.

He hit your sweet spot with his cock with every single thrust, making sure you felt as much pleasure as he was capable of giving you. He degraded you like no other, “Oh my dumb little slut. You're such a pretty princess until someone puts their cock in you,” the depth of his chuckle shoots straight to your pussy, and he can feel you tighten, “It’s just so easy, isn’t it, baby? To make you a dumb little bunny? A stupid little whore who’ll do whatever I want?”

And all you could do was nod, only forming incoherent little noises from the back of your throat. But you didn’t need to talk, because he knew exactly what was coming. He brought his fingers to your clit and gave it all of his attention. Pressing his thumb into it and making circles faster than you could comprehend. 

He pulled out just in time to watch you squirt all over his bed. You back arched and you cried loud (the house’s other occupants completely forgotten) as your pussy sprayed all over the sheets and all over your lover’s thighs and chest. “Oh fuck, there you go princess!” He ran his fingers through your folds, making sure to get his fingers extra wet. And he brought them to your mouth so you could taste yourself. “You’re such a good girl. Daddy’s so proud of you.” He kissed your forehead, “Just a little longer, okay? You still need daddy’s come inside you.”

And when he entered you again it was as if you were made perfectly molded for him. His baby. His princess. There was no doubt. You were his. This pussy was his. Your little gasps and moans were for him. You whimpering and begging was only for him to fuck you harder. And he knew that you would do absolutely anything just to please him.

And that’s the thought that pushed him over the edge. His come was hot as it filled you. Coating your walls. And his favorite part? The way it leaked out of your pulsing pussy when he pulled out. And he fucking loved pushing it back in with his fingers. “Oh baby~” he cooed, “You did so good.”

“Th-thank you…” you could barely mumble out.

He reached above your head to untie the ribbons the held your wrists captive. And almost immediately you wrapped your arms around his neck like a koala, pulling him down on top of you. He chuckled and rolled over onto his back, letting you stay tangled up in his arms. He hummed contently and kissed the top of your head, “Don’t get too comfortable, baby.”

You whined and shook your head against his chest.

“We need to go to the bathroom.”

You pouted, “Just gimme five minutes.”

He chuckled, “Okay baby, five minutes.”

[mayukisu]

NEUVILLETTE X FEM!READER

tags: clingy Neuvillette, oral stimulation (female and male receiving), size difference, overstimulation, breeding kink

As a lover, Neuvillette was very loving. Clingy, if you were to look for a better word. He could not stand to be apart from you, he would often wonder what you were doing and would welcome you with a kiss and a hug whenever you got home. He was the Iudex of Fontaine, and you were an adventurer, you two simply get too busy and had littler time together.

You often traveled with Aether, but sometimes you were alone. Whenever he saw the traveler, he would ask about you and if he found out that you were not with the blond at all, he would start worrying. And with his worrying comes a greater longing.

The day you got back to Fontaine, it was late at night and was raining. You hurried to your shared home with Neuvillette, worried that he might be weeping without your presence— sometimes he just wanted to see you so bad that his emotions cannot be suppressed at all. He wanted you near him, and he was always at ease when he could touch your warm skin.

You felt guilty because you got home later than expected. Supposedly, you were going to arrive before dinner so that you may prepare some food for him before he got home as a surprise. But the moment you stepped foot into the lands of Fontaine, it was already very dark and the night was waning to midnight.

With careful steps, you tried not to make a sound since you expected that your lover was already asleep. He must have been terribly tired of all the papers he had to bury himself into, and the duties he had to attend to. You did not want to disturb his well earned sleep so you tried to quieten down as much as possible, in consideration for him.

When you finally reached the door of your room, you were taken aback that it was slightly opened. Did he accidentally leave it open? Perhaps he was too tired to close the door, or... He was not asleep at all.

There, as seen from the gap of the door, was Neuvillette— he was sitting down on the edge of the bed, clothes torn off his body with his head thrown back. He was panting, his skin glistening with a layer of sweat as his fingers wrapped around his shaft. He stroked it up and down, his pace relentless, and he groaned out your name as if it was a prayer. Heavens, he needed you and you were just too far away for him to hold.

His legs were slightly parted, chest heaving up and down heavily. You wanted so bad to touch him, he looked like he was unsatisfied with his own hands. And so you found yourself quietly tiptoeing towards him, kneeling in front of him as he kept pleasuring himself to the thought of you.

"Y/N," he moaned, still unaware of your presence as he was much too deep into his pleasure.

When your warm fingers traced his muscular thighs, he froze and then looked down to meet your gaze. His eyes were clouded and his cheeks dusted seductive red, lips parted as he panted. Neuvillette's fingers were trembling as he let go of his cock.

"Need some help, darling?" You asked him, and you could see the delight and lust in his eyes as he nodded and grabbed a handful of your hair.

You let out a chuckle and licked his reddening tip, swirling your tongue around it— his sticky juices dripped from it, yet you continued. Your warm fingers wrapped around his base, stroking him while the other hand massaged his thigh. The way your fingers moved aroused him, his shaft felt harder and it pulsated. He was snapping his hips to catch his high, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you took him in your mouth.

"Heavens, you're so good, baby," he moaned, gripping your hair and shoving your face much closer to his cock.

You closed your eyes and moaned, loving the sensation of his length in your mouth— the vibrations sent pleasure to his body, and the next thing you knew, his sticky cum was already shot in your mouth. When you pulled away, he looked at you as if he was in a daze, and then crashed his lips against yours.

"Thank you for that, my love," he muttered, "Nothing could pleasure me but you. Will you let me please you?"

With a nod, you smiled seductively at him as you sat down next to him. Neuvillette knelt in front of you and pushed your knees away from each other, exposing your wet heat from him. He slowly took off your clothes and your underwear, never breaking eye contact. You felt your cheeks warming up. Neuvillette always knew what turns you on.

When you were already exposed to his preying eyes, he placed your legs over his shoulders and dove in. He held your thighs tight as his tongue danced along your wet folds, his eyes still fixed on yours. You were panting, and you wanted you rub your thighs together and ride his face but your lover was taking his sweet time.

He parted your folds with two fingers and stroked his tongue up and down your slit, inserting his tongue in your leaking hole which elicited a sinful moan from you.

"You love when I lick you like that, darling?" He chuckled, his thumb now circling your clit which made your juices squirt on his face. "I'm taking that as a yes."

God was he so good at eating you out. He was kissing your folds and sucking your hole as he massaged your thighs, licking and fucking you with his hardened tongue. You were trembling as you came, and he gave you a nice smile after he licked you clean.

"Neuvi, please," you whimpered, "I want your cock in me, please."

The way you begged to be fucked aroused him, and so he gently pushed you on the bad and positioned himself in between your legs. A glint of amusement passed by his irises as you wrapped your legs around his hips, desperately pulling him closer to get what you wanted.

"Y/N, I wish to have a family with you," he whispered into your ear when he leaned down. "Will you let me finish inside you?"

You could only pull him in a kiss and press him closer to your body, he knew that was a yes. Something stirred in him, motivating him to just grind against your heat so desperately. Oh, how he desperately wanted to fuck his cum in you— he wanted to fill you to the brim until you swelled up and got pregnant with his child.

He had loved you for years, and he swore he'd love you for more.

One of his hands traveled to your breast, kneading while he sucked on the other. He left marks all over the swell of your chest before sucking your hardened nipple. He swirled his tongue around it, earning him a pleasured moan from you as you grinded back against him. He led his tip to your hole, pecking your lips multiple times before whispering more to you.

His fingers played with your nipples, flickering and pinching while you were trembling at his touch. His cock hovered over your wet folds, before he slowly pushed it in.

"A-Ahh, Neuvi, so big, slow down please..." You moaned, but that gave him a sense of pride. He kissed you and slid his tongue in your mouth, dominating you and biting your lower lip. His tip was in, and you felt too full— he was stretching your walls, painfully and pleasurably.

"Take it, darling. You know you can take me, yes?" He panted, "You're so tight. Please relax, darling. It will feel better soon."

He slowly inched his length inside you, his thick and veiny cock gradually dragging against your walls in and out. He panted and groaned, intertwining his hands with yours as he pressed his weight on you. His hips snapped and rolled against yours, sending you waves of pleasure as you grinded back against him. He was stretching your walls so good, and he was picking up his pace—

"I'm close, love," he declared, his tip reaching deeper and snapping sharper into you. It hit your walls and he quickly rammed in you, until his warm seed splattered in your tight hole. "It's not enough to make sure you'll be with child. Can you still go on, my love?"

You hummed a reply, and you were surprised when he pulled out. Some of his cum leaked out, but he used his fingers to shove them back in— heavens, his slender fingers felt too good.

When he told you to go on all fours, you blushed as you did not expect for him to like such position. But you obediently did as was told, and his firm hands gripped your hips as he aligned his cock back into your hole.

You two were still panting, but you were much too in a daze to rest. You wanted more, and he wanted to make sure he knocked you up.

When his fat tip split you open once more, you let out a moan and he couldn't help but shove all his length in and pull you closer to his chest. His hands grabbed your breasts and squeezed, his teeth biting down on your shoulder as he thrusted in and out of you at a relentless pace. Only when you looked straight ahead did you remember that there was a mirror in front of you— you looked so erotic and his eyes were darkened.

"Watch how my cock slides in and out of your naughty hole," he whispered, "Feel every vein, darling."

"T-Too much," you whimpered, your eyes fixed on how your juices coated his veiny length which he dragged in and out of you mercilessly.

You felt his tip leaking, and you yourself were already shaking as he ordered you to watch every thrust. He peppered kisses on your shoulders and neck, his firm hands kneading your breasts and caressing your sides as he wanted to touch every inch of you. His warm cum coated your walls, filling you up as he thrusted it deeper inside you.

"I missed you too much," he whispered, "You won't leave me alone when you're pregnant with my child, would you?"

[ohimsummer]

THAT’S THE WRONG NUMBER ft. TOJI FUSHIGURO

— minors dni, female! reader, riding toji, kind of exhibitionism, reader gets called a slut, creampie, light dumbification, cuckholding, inspired by a conversation I had with my coworker lol

wc 1.1k

Toji’s eyes jerk open, the soft ‘plap plap’ of you bouncing on his cock overcome by the shrill ring of his cellphone. The device, having obnoxiously interrupted his bliss, vibrates restlessly on the wooden side table. Toji stares at the unknown number on his screen, a brow raised in mild concern. There were only a select few people who had his number and all of them were listed in his contacts, so he really had no idea who it could be.

Your movement slows as you notice the subtle change in his mood.” Somethin’ wrong, Toji?”

He smoothes a large hand over your waist, tightens his grip and raises your body until just his tip remains inside. “You don’t worry your pretty lil’ head ‘bout it, doll, keep goin’ for me.”

Humming and lowering your hips, Toji doesn’t have to tell you twice before you’re engulfing his cock in your needy hole again. Your hands find purchase on his spread knees, and you watch him through the window’s reflection. A hand reaches around to squeeze your breast before massaging a nipple under his thumb. Toji pinches it between two fingers, drawing a whine from you, and then tugs at the hardened bud while the other hand tucks his phone between his ear and shoulder.

“Mm?”, Toji grunts into the speaker, obviously annoyed.

The other person hesitates for a second, before asking, “Er–, is this, uh, Y/N?”

Dark eyes bore holes into your back, and your skin tingles beneath Toji’s hard, irritated gaze. “Who’s askin’ ?”

The person, some guy, stutters over the line for a few seconds and Toji grins. “Some-someone gave me their number earlier, sorry I must’ve called the wrong one-“

“Nah, nah.,” Toji quickly corrects them. “She’s right here, lemme give her the phone.”

His words barely register in your mind before Toji’s holding the phone to your ear. You hesitate, and he warns you with a particularly harsh thrust before you’re taking the phone in a shaky grasp. “Attagirl.” he groans lowly behind you. As you slur out a half-assed greeting, you notice your boyfriend plant his feet on the floor, grip fastening on your hips as Toji stills your movements. You give him a pitiful, needy glance, one he huffs a laugh at, and Toji uses his strength to hold you steady.

“H-hey–!,” you squeak out as Toji suddenly slams into you, breath snatched away at his sudden wild and relentless pace.

You recognize the voice on the other end instantly, some weirdo who wouldn’t take no for an answer when he asked for your number, so you gave him Toji’s instead. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, both in aggravation and toe-curling pleasure from the thick drag of Toji’s cock amongst your walls. You feel every vein and every twitch, every throb of his length amidst the wet heat of your pussy, and you stuff a fist between your teeth just to smother your moans.

“Hey, what’s up?,” the guy asked. “It’s Anthony, we met in the superm…”

His voice fades away instantly, all you can focus on is the way Toji’s fat dick plunges deeper and deeper with every thrust. You balance on your toes, nails sinking into Toji’s legs just to help you stay upright. He runs a hand down the arch of your back, presses you forward just a bit and leers at the gooey, white mess built up at the base of his cock. The lewd mixture of cum, slick, and precum connecting the both of you between every thrust. Just under the sloppy sound of skin against skin, Toji can still hear that prick on the phone rambling on and on, but what he can’t hear? Those filthy cries and curses you usually make whenever he impales you on his dick. And he doesn’t like that, not one bit.

“T- Toji!,” you feebly warn as his hand trails lower, stopping to lightly twist your erected nipples before making it’s way to rub rough, messy circles on your swollen clit. “Don’t–!”

“Uhh…,” Anthony mutters awkwardly on the phone. “Is this a bad time…?”

“G-give me, ah, one min–ute!”, you force between half-muffled whines before Toji shoves himself into you once more, nudging at that spongy spot inside you and a broken sob breaks out from your lips.

“You sure?”

A quick “mhm!” is all you can muster as your release threatens to tip over the edge. Moans and whimpers leak out around your fist still tightly wedged in your mouth, soaked with drool that also drips down your chin, and you opt to hold Toji’s phone at arm’s length.

He stands behind you, dragging your hips up with his own to continue his feverish assault on your body. Every thrust pounded into you lurches your body forward, the phone now dangling in your feeble grip. You clutch at his forearm, nails leaving behind angry, red scratches and you can’t hide the loud, ruined wails Toji drives out of you.

A bruising grasp on your hips, he leans over your back to mutter against your ear. “Ya still on the phone with that guy?” He laughs a low chuckle in your ear. “Ya want him to hear you bein’ a slut on my dick, huh? That’s why you givin’ my number out to random guys, so they can hear you on the phone gettin’ fucked up?” Your pussy clenches around him at his words.

And just to make a point, his teeth sink into the sensitive spot of your neck, and you groan so loud there’s no way Anthony didn’t hear it. You can faintly hear him still on the line, but you couldn’t possibly bring yourself to care at this point. Toji’s dick batters against the sweet spot of your pussy, and it has your brain turned to complete mush. Your legs nearly give out as your high comes crashing down on you in massive waves, and Toji holds you upright to fuck you right through it. His dick twitches inside you and you can tell he’s close. “Ugh, f-fuck,” he grunts into your neck, “Cummin’ angel–“ His thrusts grow stuttered, balls tightening and he slows to a grind against your ass as heavy loads of his release spurt deep inside you.

You drawl out one last moan as Toji eases out, leaving you with an empty sensation; you can feel his and your cum dripping out your fluttering hole and down your thighs. Arms limply falling towards the floor, the cellphone slips from your hand, luckily landing on the carpet with a soft ‘thud!’, and you whine when Toji plunges two thick fingers into your cunt to stuff his cum back inside. “You worked hard for this, didn’t you? Can’t waste it now.” And you mindlessly nod your head in agreement, much to his amusement. A loud round of pants and gasps for air fill the room, apparently loud enough for Anthony to hear as you and Toji both watch the words ‘Call Ended’ show up on the screen.

[mountainsandmayhem]

Just One More, Baby

18+, Minors Do Not Interact Pairing: Pleasure!Dom Pike x Female!Reader Word Count: 2.8k Summary: Just a casual evening with your pleasure dom husband and as many as orgasm as he thinks you can handle. There is zero plot here, people. CW: so many orgasms, light bondage, temperature play, use of pet names (baby, honey, etc.) praise kink (obviously, unless you're new here. In that case; hi, welcome, I have a praise kink), aftercare AN: I need this man more than I need food or oxygen or money. I'm out of my mind over him and I curse the day I decided to watch these random ass episodes of The Mentalist. Friendy reminder that I am phasing out my tag list, so please follow @mountainsandmayhem-updates and turn on the notifications to stay up to date. Thank you so much for reading, where's my Pike Army? XO Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Masterlist

The warm oil drizzles over your mound, spreading across your hips and cunt. You let out a pained hiss when it hits your sore and overstimulated clit.

“Ouuchh,” you whine, your breathing shudders. 

“You’ve been such a good girl,” Marcus murmurs, watching the oil as it beads and rolls in every direction. “Just relax.” 

You close your eyes and try to steady your breathing. Relaxing the muscles in your arms and legs that have been pulling at the soft silk restraints for god knows how long as Marcus pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you. 

He is still dressed, he had only managed to remove his suit jacket and tie before he started. He has the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled to his elbows, still tucked into the dark blue dress pants you picked up from the dry cleaner yesterday. His belt is still on, too, shoes toed off at some point during his slow torture. 

You, on the other hand, are completely naked. A delicate, white silk tie around your wrists that is then looped through the headboard, stretching your arms above your head. Your ankles are held much in the same way, one tie on each ankle, keeping your legs spread wide.

He’s used every means available to him to make you come tonight; fingers, tongue, your small purple vibrator, a dildo, or a combination of one or two of those things. He’s done everything except fuck you. At some point you lost count of the orgasms, lost track of when one would end and the next would start. 

The oil starts to soothe the dull ache he’s caused at the apex of your thighs. Marcus’s intention is never to cause you pain, but tonight you learned that too much pleasure can feel like torture. 

You let out a content sigh, muscles going gooey and pliant. “There’s my girl,” he says proudly, his strong hands coming to your hips, his thumbs needing the muscles along the crevice of your leg and pelvis. 

He clears his throat gently. “I think I counted sixteen.” 

You smirk and let out a small giggle, eyes still closed as you relax into his touches. He kisses the plush skin along your lower belly. His soft velvety lips are gentle, granted Marcus Pike is always gentle. Yes, he’ll tie you down or make you orgasm so many times you black out, but he’s always soft and warm. Always asking for permissions. Always explaining exactly what’s going to happen before it does - not that you have an option, or want an option if you’re being honest.

“Baby girl?” He mumbles, his breath hitting the oil, warming your most sensitive spots. You shudder, an icy shiver running down your spine at the feel of him. “Think we can get you to twenty?” 

His hands move to massage the tops of your thighs, thumbs crawling closer and closer to your pussy. Your clit twitches at the promise of him giving you another orgasm, that blissful tingle causes the tired and overworked walls of your cunt to flutter. Pleasure followed by a dull painful ache waves across your center and mix of a whine and whimper fills the room.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

His thumbs come to carefully pull apart your puffy outer lips. Watching intently as the oil coats your glistening folds. A moan rumbled in his chest, “Beautiful.” 

“I’m sensitive, Marcus,” you murmur, pulling at the silk ties he has your hands bound above your head with.

“I know, this perfect little pussy has taken so much. And you’ve been so brave and submissive. I’m so proud of you, honey.” He places a light kiss on the patch of hair right above your clit. 

Your orgasm happens so quickly and without him even touching you. A lustful gasp leaves your lips as you shake under him. His voice is full of lustful admiration as he says, “Good job, baby.”

Your muscles tense, hands fisting, as the orgasm rolls through you. You whine his name, equally desperate for the orgasm to end but also for it to never stop. “Just relax, that’s my good girl.” 

“Oh god,” your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. 

“Look at me, darling.” Marcus said sweetly, the soft pads of his thumbs running up and down the slick lips of your pussy. 

You look down at him, the soft expression of his face riddling you with emotions. You can feel the tears prickle behind your eyes. Tears of what you aren’t sure. Happiness, that’s for sure. But also a sense of overwhelm and insatiable need, it’s all mixed together. You can stop it, a hot tear runs down your flushed cheek. 

“It’s ok. I’m right here,” He says softly. “You can do this, baby. Just three more, then I’ll run you a bubble bath and give you my sweat pants and all the cuddles. Can you do that? Can you give me three more?” 

“No,” you say through a shaky breath. He’s trying to kill you, you’re sure of it. And while death by orgasm might sound like a great way to go, your pussy is aching and tired. 

His thumbs stop their ministrations. 

“Do you need to use your safe word?” 

You shake your head, “No.”

He lowers his mouth to your swollen clit, lightly feathers his tongue over the tender bundle of nerves. You pull so hard on the restraints that the delicate silk snaps and your hands card through his hair, pulling him back. He has you on that paper thin line of pain and pleasure, but the slight attention to your puffy clit slices through you. “Nonono - please stop.” 

“Do you need to use your safe word?” He asks again.

You shake your head no.

“Do you need me to go get some ice? Make my tongue nice and cold, then make your pussy feel better?” 

“Yes, please.” You pout, sticking out your bottom lip. 

Marcus stands and removes his belt. “Ok baby, but first, my naughty little girl broke her restraints. Arms up.”

You put your arms back above your head and he expertly loops the belt around your wrists. He leaves the scraps of silk that are still around your delicate wrists and then wraps the belt around the headboard.

He stands beside the bed, looking down at you hungrily. “Fuck, I could torture you for hours,” his eyes flick to the alarm clock across the from you and then back to your flushed face. Smirking a little, he corrects himself. “I already have been, so I guess I should say that I will never be sick of seeing you like this. So submissive and sweet. Listening to my every word. Teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure. You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” 

He runs the back of his hand down your cheek, you keen into his touch and smile at him. “Yes, I’m a good girl, Marcus.” 

He bends down, kissing your forehead and then the tip of your nose before he walks out of the bedroom. You look him up and down, so sexy in his dress pants and white dress shirt, his strong, veiny forearms on display. You had no idea what you were in for when he ditched the tie and suit jacket the moment he walked in the door tonight. But you knew that look. When frustration etched his eyebrows and a hunger flashed in his eyes. You knew he needed an escape, and you knew it came in the form doing exactly as he says.  

Marcus grabs a small bowl and fills it with ice from the freezer. He grabs you a bottle of water and then pops an ice cube in his mouth, letting the frozen water melt on his tongue as he walks back up the stairs. As he re-enters the bedroom he sees you lying there - spread eagle and arms bound, eyes closed peacefully, long lashes resting on your cheeks. Your swollen tits rise and fall, nipples hard and slightly purple from the rose gold clamps he had on them earlier. You look sinful and delicious. He meant what he said, he could do this to you forever and never get sick of it. But as your pleasure dom he knows he’s going to have to stop soon. The folds of your pussy are puffy and red, he sucks the ice cube harder, making it small enough so he can speak. 

“Goddamn,” it comes out as groan. “You’re so fuckin beautiful.” 

You flutter your eyes open, “So are you.” 

You swear he blushes as a shy smile crosses his face. “I’m going to make it all better now, baby. I’m going to use my mouth to make you come again now. My tongue is nice and cool, it should help with that ache.”

He puts the water on the bench at the foot of the bed and then climbs between your legs, placing the bowl of ice on the bed beside your hip. “Are you ready, baby girl?” 

You gulp before whispering, “Yes.” 

His cold tongue licks a slow, flat, languid line from your entrance to your clit. The cooler temperature of his mouth soothes the burning heat between your thighs. 

“Mmmm - Th-thank you, Marcus,” you hum as he repeats the motion with his tongue two, three, four more times. 

He grabs a new ice cube and pops it in his mouth. As he sucks on it, he grabs a second cube and runs it down the right outer lip of your cunt. He hushes you as you cry out and then does the same thing to the left side. The cube in his mouth has melted enough now for him to continue tasting you. He places the flat of his tongue on your clit and presses down, his hand with the ice cube comes to your right nipple. Ice starts to combat the fire in your veins, and as he trails the ice cube around your nipple, his tongue mirrors the pattern on your swollen nub. 

And then it happens again. For the eighteenth time tonight, your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. Your convulse under his cold tongue and as quickly as the orgasm starts it’s over. You’d think after coming this many times in the last two hours that you’d be satisfied and exhausted, but the quickness of that last one leaves you wanting more.

He stills his tongue and lets you grind on him, the ice cube he was trailing along your body has melted. He grabs a fresh one and traces it along your body as you shamelessly hump your husband’s face.

He brings the ice cube to rest right above your mound, the cold water running down your folds, causing you to hiss as it hits your clit. 

Marcus pulls his tongue away quickly to say, “Come on, baby.” He lays his tongue out for you again and you push your hips into him harder. 

“Fuckfuckfuck - Marcus, I - I’m, oh fuuuuuck.”

He slips the ice cube between his tongue and your cunt and you shatter around him.

“Oh god, mmmmm, yes.” Your voice is hoarse, throat dry from the combination of your rapid breathing and incoherent ramblings throughout the night.

He stays still, letting you control your nineteenth orgasm. His name spills from your lips as you circle your hips. The walls of your pussy clench and release around nothing, slowly and deeply, over and over. Sparks of pleasure light behind your eyes. 

“Marcus. Yesyes - oh my god,” your legs start to tremble as you come down the other side of the most intense orgasm you’ve had so far tonight. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, kissing up your hip bone to your stomach, your navel to your sternum, the swell of your breasts to your neck, and finally your lips. “You’re doing so well, baby. Just one more. Can you do just one more for me?” 

You strain your neck to press your lips to his again. Kissing him deeply and slowly. “One more,” you mumble into his lips. 

“I’m going to untie you for this one. I want to feel your fingers tug at my hair as I suck on that perfect little clit while pushing my fingers against that little spot inside of you that drives you absolutely wild. Is that ok, little one?” 

“Mmm,” you hum. Mischievously adding, “Yes, daddy.” 

Marcus laughs flirtatiously as he releases your wrists from his belt and the torn silk ties. “Are you okay, baby?” 

You nod as he guides your arms down and then situates himself between your soft, plush thighs, sitting back on his heels.

“Do you need a drink?” He asks, grabbing the water from the foot of the bed. 

“Yes, please.”

He cracks the lid and then helps you sit, guiding the bottle to your lips. You sip a little, the cool water soothes your throat. Marcus’s brown eyes bore into you, soothing the rest of your body. “One more, baby,” he whispers. 

You hum in agreement before lying back down in the bed. Marcus leaves your ankles restrained as he unbuttons his dress shirt and then tosses it on the floor. You eye his hard chest and slightly soft belly, a line of dark hair that starts at his navel and travels down to his cock, which is rock hard under his dress pants.

He gives you a shy closed lip smile, “Do you need to use your safe word?” 

“No,” you say breathily.

Marcus grabs an ice cube and holds it in his fist, his lips coming to place lingering kisses on your clit. Making out with one of his favourite parts of you. Kissing and kissing, occasionally running his tongue along it before kissing you deeply again. 

Once the ice cube in his hand has melted, he teases at your entrance with two cold fingers. You cry out, as pushes them all the way in and then he curls them forward, turning you into a moaning mess. You wrap your fingers into his hair like he asked, holding his face against you. 

“That’s my girl,” he says between kisses. “So good for me.” 

He sucks your clit into his mouth, pumping his fingers against your g spot. A pained cry passes your lips, “aah, it hurts.” 

“I know, baby. You’re so close.” He whispers encouragingly, pausing the suckling on your clit, keeping his fingers still. 

“I - I can’t.”

“You can do it, baby. You’re almost there. I can feel you clenching me.” He curls his fingers forward slowly. “Come on, my love.” 

“M - Marcus. It hurts, baby. I can’t. I can’t.” You whimper. 

“Relax, baby.” His free hand presses on your lower belly and the pressure behind your navel becomes nearly unbearable. “That’s it, fuck baby. I can feel her fluttering for me. Can feel your orgasm building. You’re amazing, did you know that? Give me number twenty, pretty girl.”

You whimper again, willing your body to relax. Willing for the dull painful ache to blossom into pleasure.

“Good girl. Just relax,” he presses down on your stomach harder, his fingers still cold inside you as they tickle against the front wall of your pussy. 

You tighten your grip in his hair and he hisses at the pain in his scalp before bringing his lips back to your clit. He sucks it into his mouth loudly, lewd sucking noises filling the room, only interrupted by your mumbles of building pleasure. 

He releases your clit, “Let go for me.”

With a final steadying breath it hits you. Your last orgasm sashes over, erasing every thought until all you are is the pleasure Marcus gives you. Your abused pussy flutters weakly around his fingers as he pumps them inside of you. You gasp and squeal as your body breaks out in goosebumps, but simultaneously glistens with a fresh sheen of sweat. 

Marcus slows his fingers and looks up at you through his lashes. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in awe as the involuntary full body twitching of your orgasm starts to slow.

“So…” he kisses your mound.

“...Very…” he stops his fingers and kisses your hip. 

“...Beautiful,” he starts to slowly slip his fingers out and your body goes slack. 

You lay there panting, trying to catch your breath and find your muscles. Marcus unties your ankles and climbs beside you, pulling you into him and tucking your head into his neck. 

“I love you,” he murmurs into your hairline, kissing you softly. “You did so well for me. Twenty orgasms. My good girl.” 

You roll into him tighter and wince when your thighs squeeze together. 

“Aw, baby. Is she sore?” 

You pull back to be able to look at him. “A little, yeah.” 

“Come here,” he pulls you closer. “Just let me hold you a little and then I’ll run you that bubble bath I promised.” 

“Will you come in with me?” You ask sleepily. 

Marcus laughs gently, “Of course. Whatever my baby wants.” 

You nuzzle deeper into his skin and let your eyelids close. Completely and utterly surrounded by your beautiful husband. 

[strawberrykidneystone]

fall right into me

lest x female reader

summary: after waking up with lest still on your chest and still a little hazy from the shimmer in your system, her eyes tell you everything you want to hear

a/n: part 2 of our her canine teeth in the side of my neck!!! tysm for all the love and support!!!

tags: cowgirl, couch sex, kissing, touching, tit play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cuddling, scratching, smoking

part 1

ao3 version

slowly waking up from your slumber, you realized you were still in lest’s apartment. honestly, it wasn’t a surprise, you were here more often than you were in your actual apartment. what did surprise you were the golden feline eyes that were zeroed in on your sleepy face. once she noticed you were awake, a soft smile graced her dark red lips that were slightly smudged around the edges. you’re sure that if you looked in a mirror you would have the same lipstick smeared on your lips and neck.

grabbing her waist firmly but with a soft touch, you slowly switched your positions with her lying on her back with you now straddling her hips. she lounged back against the random throw pillows on the couch, staring into your eyes with blowout pupils and a smirk on her lips that showed off her sharp canines, the sharp teeth reminding you of the throbbing in your neck from the night before.

you could feel her half-hard cock pressing against your groin, making your lower stomach feel fuzzy with arousal. your panties were still soaked from the night before, it didn’t take much for you to get riled up again. slowly rocking your hips against her cock, you relished in the pleasurable sigh that left lest’s lips. her hands trailed up your thighs and settled on your waist, squeezing the soft curves of your body in her hands.

looking up to you for permission, she palmed your breasts in her hands as soon as you eagerly nodded in affirmation. you pathetically whined as she pinched your nipples in her nimble fingers, instinctually arching your back into her touch. she started squeezing the pliable flesh in her hands in such a rhythm that it reminded you of an actual cat kneading a pillow. pushing your shirt over your breasts, she sucked softly on one bud while twisting the other in her fingers, languishing her rough tongue around your areolas. she intentionally scraped her fang against the tip of your nipple, pulling a gasp from your lips. your hands instinctually tangled in her hair and have a sharp tug, drawing a groan from the cat hybrid below you.

with your hands in her hair, you massaged the outer part of her pointed ears and teasingly flicked your tongue against the soft cartilage of the tips of her ears. a loud purr sounded in her chest that vibrated your nipple in her mouth, her hips jolting up as her length grew harder beneath you. her thick fluffy tail swished back and forth under the two of you, tickling the back of your thighs.

you tugged her head up and connected your lips to hers in a searing kiss. she nipped at your bottom lip and you happily opened your mouth at her wordless request. she massaged her sandpaper tongue against yours and you responded in kind by curling yours against hers, giggling at the soft scraping of your two tongues. reaching under her shirt you buried your hands in her speckled fur and massaged her waist, drawing a purr from her chest. you pulled back from the kiss impatiently and shifted back on her thighs, “clothes off, now.”

lest smirked up at you and snickered, "eager today aren't we?"

you sucked in a sharp breath and pulled her skirt down with her underwear in one fell swoop, "you have no idea."

lest sat forward a little and slipped her shirt over her head, her nipples covered by the fur decorating her chest. her sides had matching speckles sprinkled down her torso that looked like a painter flicked their paintbrush at her from a distance. she had darker fur around her crotch that was neatly trimmed, the pattern in her fur creating a delicious landing strip that you couldn't help but stare at. god she had such a pretty cock, standing tall at 7 inches with a slight curve to the left, you swear you've memorized the shape and could pick it out of a lineup with your eyes closed. you leaned down and made direct eye contact with her, giving her tip a few poised kitten licks. her breath caught in her throat, a guttural growl coming from her chest as he hips bucked up against your mouth.

you shucked off your pants as fast as you could, rubbing your clit a few times in preparation but you were already so wet from the night before, you efforts were somewhat in vain. your clit was aching, so swollen from your unfinished business last night that you didn't even bother making lest beg to be inside of you like you usually did. scooting forward to be directly over her lap, you lined the tip of her cock up with your slit and rubbed the oozing end back and forth through your slick, relishing in the delicious groan that left lest's lips below you. her hands flew up to your hips and dug her fingers into your flesh, her cock twitching impatiently against your folds.

"please.. put me inside."

you hummed and sleepily smirked down at her, "who's the eager one now?"

she looked up at you with those desperate gorgeous orange eyes that still had a slight purple hue to them and you knew you couldn't resist anymore. lining her cock up with your opening, you slowly sunk down on her length with a high-pitched moan. lest wasn't fairing much better, resisting the urge to immediately start thrusting into you when you looked so ethereal above her, a high that she could never reach with shimmer. you could feel lest's nails leaving crescent marks in your skin, cooing down at her in appreciation of her willpower allowing you to adjust to her lengthy cock.

you sunk down all the way to the hilt of her cock with a satisfied sigh, let's hips slightly shifting to be comfortable under your weight. slowly starting to rock your hips, lest pulled you down with a hand at the nape of your neck and buried her face into your neck, littering your skin with kisses and small nips wherever she could reach. her hands traced up to your shoulder blades, her nails digging into your skin and running down your back as she started shallowly thrusting up into your heat. you groaned and threw your head back, goosebumps forming on your forearms as a shiver went up your spine. lest let her neck fall back and planted her feet into the couch, her hips adjusting as they angled upwards. cupping the back of your neck, she pulled you down into a breathy kiss as she started to thrust up into you as you simultaneously rode her cock, each contact of your skin creating a delicious slap that started to fill the room.

all you could feel was how hot your body felt and the new humidity in the room, her thrusts were making you dizzy as her cock always stretched you out so well. you pulled away from the kiss and leaned back, your hands gripping lest's knees behind you. lest continued roughly snapping her hips into you, her eyes mesmerized by the bouncing of your tits with each thrust.

"doing so good for me baby, you always take me so well," she praised you and let out a choked moan as she felt you clench around her.

"rub that pretty little clit for me baby, wanna see you cum on my cock," she said breathily, her thrusts becoming more shallow and frequent. you nodded and followed her command, reaching between your legs and rubbing tight circles on your protruding clit that was practically begging for more.

almost as quickly as you touched your sensitive button, you felt the tight coil in your abdomen snap as the curve of lest's cock perfectly brushed against your g-spot, your walls contracting around her girthy length. lest wasn't fairing much better, her thrusts getting more sporadic and feral as your walls hugged her in close. her chest involuntarily jerked forward with her mouth hanging open in a silent scream, her hips twitching as her cum painting your walls white with a quiver of her cock.

you shivered as you felt her juices dribbling down your thigh, both of you focused on catching your breath and recovering from your respective orgasms. her gently rocked her hips back and forth to work both of you through your aftershock. she leaned forward and pushed your hair away from your sweaty face, kissing your forehead tenderly, "so good for me, every time." your brain was still fuzzy from the high of coming on her cock, all you could respond with was a nod and a happy hum.

she wrapped her arms around your neck as she laid back down, her tail curling around your thigh as you laid down with her. you nuzzled your face into her sternum and clung to her torso. lest pulled a stray blanket over the two of you and rubbed her nose against your scalp, cradling you in her arms. she reached over to the table for her pipe, taking a few puffs and filling the room with a lavender haze.

good thing she worked at night, she'd hate to disturb you when you looked so peaceful in her arms, even if it was just temporary.

a/n: lest what are we... i also listened to one of your girls a lot while writing this so do with that information what you will

[chilling-seavey]

What He Deserves (gr63)

↳ A/N I have had this desire vision in my mind of having marble statue George Russell crying with pleasure while getting pegged for a while now. Of course, what else did you expect me to do but write it into reality? Thank you to @sadiethekoala for beta reading (and commenting on like every single line - I adore you). Also, this NSFW art inspired it <3

↳ Summary: George just won in Monaco and there's only one way he wants to celebrate. You wouldn't dream of saying no to his request; not when he deserved the world, and more.

↳ Pairings: George Russell x Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n)

↳ Word Count: 9.2k

↳ Warnings: 18+, NSFW, pegging, sub!George and softdom!Reader, erotic massage, handjobs, anal fingering, rimming, prostate stimulation, overstimulation and multiple orgasms (lotsss of cum), male and female masturbation, minor mentions of feet (but not in the kinky sense, more playful, but I'll put it as a warning anyways), choking, finger sucking, hair pulling, dirty talk and lots of praise, he cries from pleasure, use of toys (strap (obviously), cockring, and vibrator).

The moment you were in the privacy of his apartment, George was grabbing your arm and pulling you close, barely giving you a second to set your purse on the kitchen island before he was taking you over. His hands cradled your face as his lips lingered against yours for an off centered kiss and your arms were strewn around his shoulders to hold onto him. George parted your lips with his and deepened your kisses until your tongue was helping itself to his mouth. 

He moaned softly and kept up with you expertly, filling the quiet apartment with the sounds of your wet kisses as his hands slid down from your neck to your chest and around your hips. He held you right up against him hungrily, kissing you like his life depended on it, like he had been deprived of you for ages. After winning in Monaco, he only wanted to come home and celebrate with you. 

Pulling away from his sweet lips, you licked your own and spoke to him softly, “Let’s go to bed.” 

He nearly grinned and let his hands fall into yours, “Yes, please.” 

You walked down the short hallway together to the bedroom at the end of the hall and right away George took the initiative to start undressing; starting with his shoes and socks and then his shirt. As much as you loved undressing him yourself, the obvious eagerness he had to get himself out of his clothes made you watch fondly. For a moment, he stared right back at you as if expecting you to stop him. When his shirt was dropped to the floor and he reached for his slacks, you stepped forward to stop him with your hands on his. 

“That’s my job.” you reminded him softly, staring into his eyes as you nudged his hands away and popped the button on his pants yourself. 

George licked his lips before leaning in to kiss you again, sharing passionate kisses that stemmed from the lust that grew from your shared pride of his blossoming career and the love that followed right along with it. Blindly, you pushed down the small zipper on his pants and George moaned softly into your kiss, raising a hand up to the back of your neck to hold your lips on his as you undressed him. 

“I need you.” he breathed into your mouth. “I need you so fucking bad, baby.” 

You nipped at his bottom lip and tugged open the front of his jeans to let your hand slide in, earning your first feel of him against your palm as his underwear struggled to hide the sizable bulge he was sporting since leaving the paddock. He withered in front of you at your faint touch and you offered him soft kisses as you palmed him warmly over the fabric and rubbed your gentle hand over the shape of his hard cock.

“Baby.” he whimpered against your lips, his accent thick and warm. He raised his hands up to your face again as his eyes fluttered closed and he ground discreetly towards your touch. 

“You’re a good boy.” you chuckled warmly against the corner of his mouth. He turned his head slightly and you pressed a slow kiss to his cheek before whispering against his ear, “You were such a perfect fucking boy today…you deserve to be worshiped…touched…adored.” 

“I’m your good boy.” he whispered, already falling into the headspace of lust and desire that hazed his filter to nothing. 

“Mhm.” you smiled against his cheek even as his gentle grasp on the sides of your neck tightened when you squeezed the shaft of his cock through his underwear. 

“Oh God.” he choked out faintly. 

You took your free hand and stroked his cheek as you offered, “Let’s get you comfortable.” 

George shuffled his jeans off the rest of the way while you tended to the bed to create a cozy little set up for him. You took all the pillows and fluffed them up against the headboard so he had a comfortable spot to lay back against while still being somewhat propped up and he gladly moulded into the cradle of pillows in only his boxers, biting back his eager smile. 

His hair was still a little damp at the ends from his post-race shower and as you took your place on top of him, one leg on either side of his lap, you let your hands trail down his toned body laid out before you. He was warm to touch and when your palms rested still over his chest, you could feel his heavy heartbeat thudding all for you behind his sculpted muscle and smooth skin. The way he stared up at you was glorious and you found yourself physically pulled towards him for a taste of that expression that craved you. 

George’s lips fit with yours so perfectly and you rested against his chest as you kissed slowly, savouringly, skin pressed to skin in the artificial light of your shared bedroom. It was always better with the lights on; you always wanted to be able to look at him as much as you could. He was a masterpiece to you and you were completely in love with him and every inch of his body. 

When you pulled away from his lips, George lifted his head from the pillows to try and chase you for more, exhaling softly when you sat back without giving him more. You rubbed his chest with your soft hands and he stared up at you as you straddled his lap and his fingers ghosted over your thighs impatiently. 

“There’s my pretty boy.” you breathed, pushing your fingers through his messy brown hair and down the side of his face in a loving caress, encouraging him to lean into your touch with heavy eyelids. You tisked quietly, “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“Can you touch me please?” he asked with a soft smile. 

“Of course, my love.” you leaned down to give him one more quick kiss, “Let me grab a few things. Take off your underwear for me.”

When you moved off the bed and crouched down to slide out the box from underneath it, George hurried to shove his underwear down his legs and he threw it off the end of the bed with the excitement that burned within him. You always knew how to treat him well and your shared collection that took up a section of space under your bed was only proof of that. 

From inside the box you took out your purple dildo and black leather harness as well as the bottle of lube, massage oil, and a black silicone cockring. The box was left open on the floor as you returned to the bed where George had been sitting on his hands to keep from touching himself without permission. 

There was a look of pride in his eyes as he looked at you, wanting you to praise him for his obedience and for his impressive boner that was standing tall in the cool air of the bedroom. The sight of him laid out nude for you always had a way of making your pussy throb from a single glance and you licked away your smile at the thoughts that whirled through your mind…all the things you could do to him. 

“Beautiful, sexy man.” you breathed. 

Resting back against the plentiful pillows, George watched as you joined him on the bed again and set your chosen items to the side. He reached a foot up to poke your stomach, “Are you going to get naked too?” 

You peaked a brow at him, asking tauntingly, “Do you want me to?”

“Obviously.” he pulled a face back. 

“Only if you use your manners, naughty boy.” you tisked, although you were already raising up onto your knees to pop the button on your jeans. 

“Please take off your clothes for me, ma’am.” George asked formally, letting his eyes soak up your body as you shuffled out of your pants and then pulled off your shirt, discarding both articles to the floor. He slid his foot between your legs to rub against your cunt, “Bra and panties too, love.”

“Since when are you in charge here, huh?” you shoved his leg away but stripped completely bare nonetheless. 

George licked his lips as he admired you and he tucked his hands behind his head proudly, “I think I deserve to look at my beautiful girlfriend after such a successful day.”

You slid your hands up his thighs and leaned in towards his face, hovering your lips just in front of his with a playful whisper, “I decide what you deserve tonight.”

You gave him a kiss. Then two. And then you were wrapping a hand around his throat as you forced your tongue in his mouth. George’s eyebrows furrowed as he moaned softly at your intensity, blindly lifting one hand from behind his head to slide around the back of your neck and keep you kissing him. Your thumb and fingers applied the perfect amount of pressure to either side of his throat and his tongue kept up with yours expertly, pulling more erotic wet kisses from your sweet lips. 

But soon you were breaking away from his mouth to pepper your kisses down his neck in slow, taunting, trailing patterns. George’s head lolled to the side with a hum and his fingers rested gently against your shoulder as you gave him soft open mouthed kisses right up under his ear and when you teased it with your tongue, he shivered underneath you. 

“You’re so perfect.” you breathed against the shell of his ear before drifting farther down his neck. 

His skin tasted faintly of cheap team-provided soap from his driver's room shower and hints of champagne that he didn’t scrub off completely in his haste, and you breathed him in deeply to savour the scent of your man and the lingerance remanence of him doing what he loved. When you passed his collarbones, George let his hand join his other behind his head again and he watched as you kissed over his toned chest. 

You then sat back on your knees between his parted legs to stare down at him while your thumbs took over in strong precise circles over his hardening nipples that caused George’s breathing to fall heavy. He licked his lips and shifted slightly, staring up at your face as you touched him gently, warmly. You pinched his nipples and he inhaled strongly. 

“Jesus, baby, you’re so hot.” you confessed. 

George just bit back his bashful smile and blinked up at you adoringly behind long lashes. 

Your fingers rubbed purposeful circles over his nipples again and his dick twitched faintly against his abdomen with need for touch of its own. You made him wait a little longer - you had the whole night after all - and you leaned down to kiss across his chest again and you moved one of your hands out of the way to let your tongue take its place. Your tongue licked at his nipple in full strokes while his other was pinched gently by your other hand. After a few seconds, you switched sides, and George was shifting underneath you with a heavy sigh. You took his hint and continued kissing lower, a straight shot down to his abs. 

Kisses were trailed downwards right between his faint six-pack before you dropped out your tongue to lick right back up your path. Your hands held his waist as you teased him with plentiful kisses and licks over his toned and flushed skin, making sure you weren’t touching his cock at all. But that perfect stripe of hair that grew between his navel and the base of his dick was always a weakness to you and you were drawn in to kiss it slowly, leading with your tongue in a little lick before pressing an open mouthed kiss to the thin dark hair. A few millimetres lower, you left another one, then one more, and just as George swore you were going to give him the relief of sharing your love with his aching cock, you instead left a few to his thighs and then sat back. 

He whimpered faintly and squirmed on the bedsheets. But then you were grabbing his calves and guiding his legs up towards his chest a little and he took his hands from behind his head to hold onto the backs of his knees instead. You thanked him silently with kisses to the fair skin of his thick thighs as you lowered back down towards his body and licked teasingly at the round flesh of his ass. 

“Baby.” George sighed out softly, impatiently, nearly holding his breath in anticipation. 

You kissed over his ass and finally towards his perineum, giving him a testing little lick right under his balls. He flinched at your simple touch and you smiled to yourself and slid down onto your stomach to reach him better as you kissed over his asshole. Your tongue soon followed and you swirled your tongue around it slowly, feeling how the tight rim of muscle tensed slightly at your contact. 

“That’s my good boy.” you whispered, licking up his perineum and back down again, giving him the first teasing hints of what was in store for him for the rest of the night. 

“Sweetheart, please, can I touch my dick?” George whispered, his voice slightly strained. 

“No.” you answered, pausing only long enough to kiss wetly at his asshole again, “Only I can.” 

“Can you please, my darling?” George tried. 

“You don’t want me to eat your ass?” you asked. 

George hummed, “Yeah…but…I want this more right now.” 

You kissed his ankle and sat back, “Okay, my love.” 

George sniffed and pushed a hand through his hair as you reached for the small bottle of massage oil and you popped the cap. He was aching for it and the sight of you rubbing your warm hands together in the glistening substance had his cock twitching again and he moaned impatiently. You dribbled a bit of the oil onto his abs and over his dick too, earning a pleased hum from your boyfriend before the bottle was capped again and tossed to the side, giving you full reign of his body. Your slick hands ran up his waist and over his abs, warming his flushed skin with your soft palms and you smeared the oil over his body. 

“My beautiful George…working so hard…deserves a nice little massage.” you cooed. 

His eyes fluttered shut under the comforting touch of your hands and his head lolled to the side, arms draped over his head, trusting you to bring him that perfect relaxing warmth. You rubbed your hands over his thighs and his hips and over the arches and valleys of his abs and up to his chest, smearing him in the shimmering oil until your palms were gliding effortlessly. It felt amazing but George was burning for more and with his dick so achinging hard without touch, it was hard to stay comfortable, meaning he was starting to squirm against the sheets. 

So you gave into him, knowing that the night was about reward and not punishment and you had led him on long enough. Your fingers grazed over his balls first, leaving a trail of oil in your wake as you gave him little touches. George hummed thankfully and he scooted a few centimetres down the bed towards you, slouching farther against his cozy embrace of pillows, and you moved your finger into your whole hand, caressing his balls gently. They were big in your hand, swollen with arousal, and as you touched them softly, tending to the most sensitive part of his body in tender rubs, George’s breath shuttered in his chest. 

“Good boy.” you praised quietly and set your palm down to rub right up the underside of his cock. 

It was finally the first proper touch you gave him and George gasped tightly, grasping onto the pillows on either side of his head. You rubbed slow precise strokes up his dick and back down to his balls, gently giving them a loving squeeze before letting them go and moving back up to repeat. The oil you had dribbled onto his cock helped to slick your hand up some more and make those consistent rubs easier, gliding warmly over him in dizzying perfection. George - with his eyes heavy with the calm bliss that found its way into his veins - let out little hums here and there as you touched him so lovingly. 

“Want more, my love?” you asked quietly. 

“Yes, please,” he whispered. 

“Okay, come here.” you guided his legs to drape over yours on either side of your body so he was spread out for you and his hips were slightly elevated against your thighs. You lifted his heavy cock up from his abdomen and wrapped your soft hand around it, “Good boy.”

“Yes.” he exhaled shakily, eyes wide as you gave him his first proper pump. His expression withered and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip with a pleased whine, melting under your control. 

“Does that feel good, my beautiful man?” you asked quietly, caressing his thigh with your left hand as your right gave him slow testing strokes. 

“Mhm.” he hummed. 

“You deserve it. You deserve to be treated so adoringly. Especially after today.” 

A small smile pricked at the corner of George’s mouth at the reminder of his incredible race. 

“Think so?” he pressed sweetly. 

“Of course, baby.” you nodded, watching your hand pull long slow twisting strokes up the length of his thick cock. “You should be so proud of yourself.” 

You moved your free hand up his body to his chest and slid your fingers warmly over his glistening skin and toned muscle right up to his neck. There, you gently let your hand straddle the base of his throat with the faintest of touches. He inhaled shakily. 

“I’m so proud of you.” you continued your little rambling speech, jerking him off slowly, “My perfect man.” 

“I’m yours.” he breathed, his voice meek and dreamy. 

“You’re mine.” you agreed easily. 

George twisted his fingers through the ends of his hair absentmindedly, his eyelashes fluttering over big blue eyes, letting you know quietly, “Feels really good, baby.”

You slid your hand back down his chest and instead used it to cup his balls and the base of his dick in a gentle squeeze, “I’m glad.” 

He whimpered out sweetly, “Mhm.” 

Your hand that stroked him off tended to the underside of the head of his cock with each stroke, making sure that the pad of your thumb rubbed over it every time. And then you were pulling your hand closer to the tip to give him short slippery curling strokes right there and George’s mouth fell open with a breathy moan. 

“Good boy.” you praised. 

“Uh huh-” George’s face scrunched up slightly and he lifted his head from the pillows to watch your hand around him pumping him in quick flicks of your wrist. 

But then you slowed down again just as quickly and his head dropped back onto the pillows with a shaky exhale. You pulled your hand off him to gently run the tip of your finger along the slit in the swollen head, watching how it made his thighs flinch and his lungs to take in a sharp inhale. 

“You have such a beautiful dick, baby.” you told him, although it wasn’t anything you hadn’t told him before. Your fingertip slid through some sticky precum that leaked out of the end of his cock and you then trailed your finger down to gently rub at the sensitive spot under the head, “I’d put it in my mouth right now if I didn’t want my fingers in your ass so fucking bad.” 

“Fuck…please.” George choked out quietly. 

You gave him a few more long sensual strokes of his cock before you leaned back to reach for the bottle of lube with your other hand, still holding him steady in your one. You popped the cap with your thumb and poured a generous amount onto his dick so it could leak down between his spread legs and full cheeks and you let your fingers smear through it too, right down to his asshole. 

“Ahh, yes.” George breathed as your fingers swirled around his tight rim of muscle. He had only been craving it all evening. His hands grasped onto his own hair and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip in anticipation with his legs still spread and draped over yours. 

With your left hand holding onto his cock, your right hand rubbed slowly, warmly, at his asshole to smear it generously in lube before you were cautiously pushing your middle finger inside. George’s breath hitched in his throat and his eyes screwed shut as you slowly eased your one finger a little deeper until you could feel the fleshy soft tissue under your fingertip and at first graze, George was flinching. 

“There we go.” you whispered gently, “That’s the spot, isn’t it, baby?” 

“Mhm.” George spread his legs a little wider for you. 

You slowly swirled the tip of your one finger against the soft spot inside him, encouraging him to let out a little hum in appreciation as you gave him what he wanted while, at the same time, your left hand started to stroke his cock again. You were slow and gentle with him, easing him into the sensations that made his skin flush pink and your eyes kept careful watch on his expression for any hints of discomfort. 

But he was perfectly blissful, licking and biting his lips with his arms draped lazily above his head to allow his body to be spread out for you, eyes closed, giving himself up for you gladly. Your hand around his dick squelched faintly with the lube and oil that slicked him up and you kept your pumps slow and gentle since the intensity of the pressure against his prostate would be the focus of your treat. George offered you little moans and breaths as encouragement and you couldn’t look away from him. 

“God, you’re so hot.” you said honestly, “My perfect, beautiful man.”

“Mm, feels really good.” George mumbled. 

He lolled his head to the side and blinked his eyes open to meet your gaze and he silently watched your two hands between his legs, one rubbing gently inside him and the other slowly stroking the full length of his cock. George slid one hand down his body, pausing to rub a little at his nipples himself, before moving lower to gently press his fingers at the base of his dick with a soft whine. 

“Want more?” you asked. 

“Yes, please.” he breathed easily. 

You took your hand from his dick to grab the bottle of lube again and you leaked a bit more onto your finger that was tucked inside him, allowing your index finger to slick itself up in it too and then push in carefully alongside the first. George groaned lowly and his hand dropped from his body to grab onto the sheets beside him instead and as you curled your two fingers up to stroke against his prostate, he was moaning beautifully to the ceiling. 

“Good boy.” you smiled, scissoring your fingers open a little to get him prepped properly.

George’s grip tightened on the sheets and his arm that was draped above his head fisted one of the pillows he was slouched back upon, the rise of pleasure in his body making his biceps bulge as his muscles tensed. He was a marble statue and you could have stared at him all day; the flush of his cheeks, the flutter of his eyelashes, the bite of his lip. He was beautiful. 

George shifted slightly, requesting to you politely with words that were a little messy with pleasure, “Go a little harder inside.”

You curled your fingers a little stronger inside him so you were stroking and prodding more intensely against that soft spot. 

His loud whimpering moan in response had you licking away your smile and George nodded to the ceiling, telling you thankfully, “Yeah, like that. That’s perfect.”

Your hand around his cock slowed down until you were simply holding it around the base, completely still, giving all your attention to the way you fingered him. 

“Oooh fuck.” George whined shakily with his face screwing up slightly. His legs naturally lifted from either side of you to pull towards his body a little more so he was spread nice and wide for you, permitting your fingers full access to every part of him, and you gradually increased the speed at which your fingers curled inside him until you were flicking mercilessly at his prostate. 

His head tossed back against the pillows with a groan that fell from his chest and the way his body tensed had the veins in his neck and his arms protruding slightly. You couldn’t stop staring at him underneath you - your own masterpiece to admire - and the way his mouth gaped and gasped towards the ceiling had you wanting to give him anything he wanted. 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” he choked out. 

“Yeah?” you kept your fingers going inside him, not daring to move even a millimeter, “Go ahead, my love, let it all out.”

George’s tight breaths grew more desperate and they kept catching in his throat as his body lingered on that precipice of pleasure. His cock pulsed in your one handed grip and you held it securely by a warm fist as his hips naturally tried to jerk up against your touch.

“You’re right there, aren’t you, baby?” you purred, keeping your voice gentle and slow. His thighs were starting to tense and shutter with how close he was and his head arched back farther against the pillows with a strained groan. You spoke him into it lovingly, “That’s my good boy. Look at you shaking, angel. You can cum for me, handsome. I got you.” 

His entire body shuttered and his hands gripped desperately at the sheets when he came, his gaping mouth moaning and gasping to the ceiling as the first pearling hint of white leaked out of the tip of his cock. It twitched in your hand but you held it snugly as your fingers kept him going, watching greedily as more creamy white bubbled out of the swollen tip and dripped down the shaft of his cock. 

“Oh, good boy, George.” you praised sweetly, keeping your hand still even as thick streaks of milky white cum trickled down over your fingers, “Good boy, angel.”

He was writhing against the sheets, whimpering and gasping across the bedroom. You finally moved your hand a little and with only one stroke up, more milky cum was tumbling out of his cock and down to the faint hair that dotted his fair skin across the base. His breathing was erotic in itself and when you slowed down and pulled your fingers out of him, he let out the softest little exhale.

You couldn’t help yourself but lean down to lick up the underside of his dick, cleaning up the streaks of cum left behind just a little but still mostly leaving him covered in his mess. George pushed his hands through his hair as he stared up at you wide-eyed and burning with lust. Since you had only made him cum from prostate stimulation, he was still perfectly hard and he was more than ready for anything you wanted to give him. 

Your hands that were either streaked in lube or cum caressed his thighs as his leg dropped back down on either side of your body and you asked him tauntingly, “Now what do you want?”

George licked his lips, telling you quietly, “You know what I want.” 

You rubbed his perineum, “Say it.”

Squirming at your touch, he groaned out a sweet, “Please peg me, baby.”

“You want me to fuck you, pretty boy?” you kept rubbing that soft sensitive spot just behind his balls. 

“Uh huh.” he pleaded. “Need you inside me. Want you to make me cum like that again.”

Pleased with his begging, you smiled proudly and leaned down over top of him to give him a few kisses that he accepted happily and when you pulled away, his lips were left in the sweetest pout. You reached across the bed to your little collection of items that you had retrieved earlier and you grabbed the cock ring first. The mess just made it better so you didn’t bother cleaning him up before you were carefully rolling the snug silicone ring onto the swollen shaft of his cock, allowing it to glide a little easier along the mess of cum and lube and oil that covered him. He winced slightly as it was put on since he was so sensitive already and once it was secure in place around the base of his dick, you gave him a few strokes to get him ever harder. 

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby.” you promised. 

George squirmed slightly against the bed and reached a hand down his body to rest against his pelvis, trying not to touch his cock himself with how it throbbed. 

You then reached for the harness and the strap-on and you clipped it into place over your hips and between your legs, making sure the purple dildo was secure in the front before you were grabbing the lube and popping open the bottle again. You poured a generous amount on the toy before closing the bottle and tossed it to the side, focusing on stroking the length of the dildo in your hand while your other took hold of one of George’s legs and guided them upwards. He bent his legs and kept them spread open for you and his hands naturally held onto the backs of his knees to keep them in place, and, as he did so, you slid your fingers into his mouth. 

He moaned faintly around your two fingers you gave him and he sucked on them as he stared back at you, so cozy against the plentiful pillows. You could have spent hours just worshiping him, staring at him, making him moan and writhe and beg for you. But it wouldn’t be fair to not give him what he wanted. Not after such an incredible race he just won. You would give him anything after that. 

While you watched him suck on your fingers, your lube streaked hand carefully angled the tip of the dildo against his asshole and you spoke down to him lovingly, “My perfect, beautiful race winner.”

George inhaled sharply through his nose in anticipation, blinking up at you from behind your fingers in his mouth, and as you gingerly pushed the strap inside him, his eyes almost rolled. He moaned around your fingers and his hands dropped to grab onto your thighs to try and slow you down a little. You shushed him sweetly and caressed his thigh comfortingly as you took him slowly, cautiously, watching how the expression of pleasure laced pain crossed his face and only more so when you pulled your fingers from his mouth. 

He groaned lowly at the stretch from the sizable dildo that sheathed inside him inch by inch and his fingers pressed into the flesh of your thighs. Your hand that had just taken to his mouth wrapped around his throat instead and you held him down against the pillows as you eased into him deeper until the entire strap was buried inside his asshole. 

“That’s it, angel.” you praised softly, “That’s it.”

“Fuck.” he choked out in the prettiest moan, linking his hands behind his knees again to keep his legs back, “Please move. Please.” 

“Good boy.” you whispered, steadying yourself with one hand around his throat and the other resting against his abs as you started to ease out of him again, watching how the glistening purple dildo came back out almost all the way before you were pushing your hips back towards his again. Slow, cautious, letting him have a second to savour every inch you gave him. 

“Oh my God.” George’s head dropped back against the pillows, “It’s so fucking big.” 

“Do you want a smaller one?” you asked. 

He shook his head quickly, “No. This…is so good.” 

You smiled proudly down at him and kept your slow thrusts going to get him used to it again, “You look so adorable like this.”

“Adorable?” George chuckled breathily. “I look adorable taking it up the arse?”

Your hand around his throat tightened a little more, staring into his eyes, “Yeah. You look so fucking cute letting me fuck you like this. Pretty little blush…pretty little lashes…”

He let out a little hum as he stared back at you and spread his legs a little wider. His cheeks were flushed pink and his brown hair was in a floppy frazzled mess across his forehead but the look in his eyes was nearly sinful as if he were silently pleading with you to take him. With his body laid out under you, he was yours to do with as you pleased and you couldn’t stop staring at him and any part of him that could bless your loving gaze. The pout of his plush lips drew you in and you took your hand from his throat to rest against the pillows beside his head as you leaned down to kiss him slowly, locking your lips with his in a single lingering kiss. 

George whined prettily into your kiss and let his hands move from holding his legs back to rest on your hips instead, feeling the movement of your thrusts as you fucked him tenderly. As you shared slow, sensual kisses, you started to fuck him a little faster, just to selfishly hear the way he moaned because of you and his eyebrows furrowed as he forced his lips to stay against yours. The sweet little smacks of your single kisses only grew more feverish as you thrusted the toy into him gradually. 

“Ah-” George gasped out, grabbing your ass to try and tug you into him harder despite the way his lips fought to stay on yours, his moans muffled by your mouth. 

But you had to pull away to breathe yourself too - being on top was quite the exertion - and he fluttered his eyes open to stare back at you with the prettiest expression. You praised him quietly, “Such a good boy for me. My sweet little race winner.”

“Please, baby.” he choked out shakily, his lips pouted in pleasure, Please fuck me harder.”

You sat back a little more to anchor yourself with your flat palms against his chest, keeping his eye contact as you started to give him stronger punctuating thrusts. The first one had his mouth falling open and the second had his head falling back, the third finally fucking a buttery moan from his chest that made you pussy throb.

“Oh God-“ he cried out, raising his hands above his head to grab two fistfulls of the pillows. His expression was glorious and the whimpery moans that filled the bedroom only had you needing to fuck him faster, making the bed start to creak underneath your effort. George tugged at the pillows with his legs splayed out wide in the air by his own free will, his sounds only getting louder and pitchier by the second. 

“Good boy.” you breathed down to him, sliding one hand up his chest to wrap around his throat in a snug grasp. “You gonna cum again?”

“Yeah.” he rushed out, “Yeah, baby, please don’t stop-“

“Cum for me.” you encouraged gently, tightening your hand around his throat as his head arched back against the pillows, the clenched tension radiating down his neck. 

George’s beautiful groan built up consistently in his chest until his head was raising slightly to watch as you fucked him into his second orgasm, his breath freezing in his chest for a second, mouth gaping, as more of that pretty white cream bubbled out of the tip of his swollen cock. He gaped up at you, his eyebrows furrowed in ecstasy, and he shuttered through the intensity that was only made stronger by the silicone ring that hugged the base of his dick. 

“Fuck.” George squeaked out. 

“Good boy.” you praised, taking your hand from his throat to set your palms flat on the pillows on either side of his body so you could lean over him, not stopping the quick messy thrusts of your hips. 

“Fuck, baby.” George panted, grabbing onto your arms pleadingly as you kept going. He was still so fucking hard and it felt so good and he couldn’t help but wrap his legs around your waist to press his heels into your bum to pull you deeper, choking out a, “Yes.”

You were only going harder now to the point that your skin was clapping loudly against his and George held onto you pleadingly, his eyes being forced to screw shut with the overwhelm of it all. You were hitting that same perfect spot over and over again and it was literally bringing tears to his eyes and the look of his fucked out expression had you just slamming into him harder until the headboard was hitting the wall. 

“Shit!” he cried, reaching up to grab your hair around the back of your neck as it tumbled over your shoulders. 

With two snug fistfuls of it, he pulled your head down to rest your forehead against his. The steady panted moans that tumbled from his lips had you staring at him even with how close you were, watching how his eyes were shut tightly and his pouted lips were set in a tense pleasured frown. George’s fingers only gripped tighter to your hair and the heels of his bare feet pressed desperately into the flesh of your bum as he struggled to stay still underneath you.

His pleas tumbled from his mouth without thought, “Yes, baby, please don’t stop! I’m gonna fucking cum again, baby, please make me cum again. I’m your good boy.”

“Yeah, you are, angel. You’re my good boy. You sound so pretty when you moan for me.”

“Feels so fucking good!”

“Gonna make my perfect little race winner cum so hard.” 

“Uh huh!” he let you fuck a steady chant of messy “uh, uh, uh” from his chest like he had lost complete control of his filter. His fingers pulled at your hair and his whole body was trembling underneath you, clinging onto you like you could save him. With your forehead pressed to his, you could feel the heat of his body and the slick of his sweat against your skin. Finally, George’s face was screwing up again and he cried out a whimpery, “Jesus Christ!” 

Your fingers tightened on the pillows and sheets on either side of him and you praised him adoringly, “Just like that, baby. Cum for me.” 

George’s whole body trembled as he came again from the rough pleasure of your strap hitting perfectly at his prostate and nothing else. Had hadn’t even touched his dick the entire time and yet it still leaked more cum from the tip in thick creamy globs that slipped down the shaft and onto the flushed skin of his pelvis. As his body was wracked with orgasm, his hands holding your hair only gripped you harder and he clung onto you tightly, tears dripping down his flushed cheeks.

“Yes.” he stumbled out, his voice shaky and tense, “Oh fuck yes.” 

“That’s my pretty boy.” you praised against his cheek as you slowed down into deep grinding thrusts into his body.

George breathed hard, trying to catch his breath as he trembled underneath you and he dropped a hand down to grab onto your thigh to keep you in those addicting curling thrusts. He panted heavily, his flushed face staring up into yours with streaks of pleasurable tears down his cheeks and you kissed them away tenderly. His long lashes fluttered shut and he swallowed thickly, arms and legs still wrapped around you and you could feel his hard wet cock against your abdomen with how close you rested. 

“Can you do one more for me, angel?” you asked between a few more gentle kisses to his soft cheek. 

George chuckled faintly, “I dunno.” 

You pushed your body away from his to sit back on your knees and your hands rested on his quivering spread thighs, giving yourself a proper view of the purple dildo still half tucked in his ass and the mess he made of himself with the amount of creamy fluid that you had fucked out of him until it was leaking down his cock and wetting the hair that dotted his pelvis in splotchy white. His dick was still hard and ridiculously swollen and throbbing, held snugly and proud in the silicone cockring, and you reached a careful hand over to gently trail the tip of your fingers down the underside of his cock. He flinched at your touch and the moan that slipped from his lips was erotic. 

“It’s really sensitive.” he mumbled. 

“Does it hurt?” you asked, keeping up those gentle pets along the shaft with only the graze of your fingers. 

“A little.” George answered, staring down at himself too, “It’s fucking throbbing though.” 

“Wants to cum too, huh?” you chuckled, sliding your finger down through the mess to his balls and you petted them gently too. 

George let out a tight little grunt, “Mhm. My balls are aching.” 

You rocked the dildo into him shallowly and he inhaled sharply, staring up at you, one hand held in mid-air as if frozen, waiting. You gave him permission, “Touch yourself for me, angel. As much as you want.” 

With your permission, George wrapped his hand around his dick. He winced slightly with how sensitive he was to touch, and he gave himself a small testing stroke that glided easily with how streaked in cum he was. You slowly started to thrust into him again from your spread knees and he looked up at you with his bottom lip between his teeth and the most angelically sinful expression on his face, making you just want to ruin him again and again and again. 

You matched the pace of his hand with your hips, allowing him to set the speed that he needed to get off but he was desperate and dizzy with pleasure and he just kept getting faster until you were pounding into him again. He choked back a sob with his face contorted in ecstasy and he stared up at you as his eyes struggled to stay open. The headboard kept hitting the wall with every hard thrust into his spread body and George jerked himself off in quick time along with you, greedy for more. 

“Oh God.” he whimpered, his voice shaking. “Oh God. Oh God, I’m dizzy.” 

“Breathe, baby.” you reminded him as you held his legs open by your hands on the backs of his thighs, keeping his spread for you to take as you wanted. 

“Feels so fuckin’ good.” he cried. He sounded like he was about to burst into tears as his voice was quivering and breaking with every simple word. “Shit!” 

The slick sound of his hand pumping his cock was erotic and you had the perfect view of it from between his legs, getting to stare up his entire body that was submitted to you. George’s head dropped back against the pillows with a loud whimper, taking everything you were giving him. 

“You’re really hittin’ it straight on, baby, fuck!” George cried out, his eyes screwed shut and hand feverishly stroking his dick in desperate flicks of his wrist. His jaw clenched, the muscles of his thick neck pulsing with how tense his body was getting. He stumbled out a pitchy, “Oh, God, it’s coming.”

“Good boy.” you praised while keeping your sloppy pace into him, quite breathless from your exertion but desperate to get him there. 

“I’m cumming! Fuck! Yes, yes, yes- sh-shit!” 

George’s entire body tensed up and the way his muscles gripped so strongly around the dildo that time around literally forced you to stop for a second, even as you tried to keep thrusting into him through it. His eyes fucking rolled and his free hand tugged at the sheets as his head tossed back against the pillows, jerking himself off into his final orgasm for the night. He came so hard from the combination of the overstimulation, the cockring, and his hand on his aching dick that the first spurt shot right up to land across his chest and collarbones. 

“Oh, good boy.” you moaned out, watching him shoot another thick ribbon right up his chest. 

George literally sobbed, his face contorted in intense pleasure, and he writhed against the bed despite how he kept stroking himself off and you helped him along with a gentle caress of her perineum with your knuckle.

“Fuck!” George cried, tears streaking his cheeks as his chest heaved and his impressive cumshots decreased down to more thick trickles down the shaft of his dick and over his hand. His moans and whimpers were loud and beautiful and soon he had to take his hand off his sensitive cock while his feet pressed against your chest to try and ease you away. “Okay.” he huffed and sniffled, “Okay.” 

You giggled proudly and held his quivering thighs as you gently pulled out of him, watching how the glistening toy bobbed in the air when it popped out of his gaping hole. Your fingers gently eased the tender area and you praised him quietly, “That was so fucking hot, George. You came so fucking much…look at you. You’re covered in it.” 

George broke into a smile despite his breathless exhaustion, an arm draping across his forehead, and his blue eyes blinked heavily up at you, “Fuck, I’m really dizzy.”

“Okay, just rest for a second.” you unclipped the harness of the strap and discarded it to the end of the bed and he gently rested his legs down flat. You caressed his hips and his thighs and you warned him gently, “I’m gonna take the ring off now.”

“Okay.” he sighed. 

He was already softening so it was a bit easier to take the cockring off and he groaned in slight relief from the end of the extra stimulation, letting him come back down to normalcy. You shifted onto the mattress beside him and joined him against his nest of pillows and brushed your hand through his hair, only pulling your hand back when your fingers touched something wet. Frowning in confusion, you nudged at his brown waves to find what was in there, only to soon discover what it was. 

“Oh, my love, you have cum in your hair.” you giggled.

“Huh?” George reached a hand up to feel but you grabbed his wrist to stop him. 

“And you have it all over your hand.”

“I have it all over everywhere.” he mumbled, separating his fingers in front of his face to watch how the white cream clung between his fingers in thin strings. He lifted his head up to look down at his body and the mess he was completely covered in and he sighed heavily. 

“I’m jealous.” you teased, reaching to grab his wrist and you pulled his hand over so you could wrap your lips around his index finger, leading with your tongue to suck it clean of the salty substance. 

George’s nose scrunched up but he smiled at you regardless, “You’re so nasty, you know that?”

“And you’re fucking hot.” you countered proudly, still holding his wrist as you leaned in to kiss his lips. 

You shared a few single kisses between you and then you were rolling over to grab the tissue box from the bedside table and returning to clean him up. George laid there recovering while you knelt beside him and wiped him clean with multiple tissues, making sure to get a bit of a wipe from his hair too which made him chuckle and swat your hand away. He watched you patiently as you tended to him selflessly and you kissed his flushed skin as you moved farther down his body to shower him in innocent love. 

George, who had been otherwise silent as you cleaned him up, finally spoke as you mopped up the mess around the base of his dick, “You didn’t cum at all tonight.”

You glanced up at his face for a brief second, not knowing what he expected you to reply with to a statement that was just a truthful observation, “No, I didn’t.” 

“Do you want to?” he offered. 

“You can barely hold your head up, baby, what do you plan on doing?” you laughed lightly. 

“I dunno.” he shrugged. “Just want you to feel good too though.”

“I feel good when I make you feel good.” you reminded him, pulling another tissue from the box. 

“You made me feel really good.” he promised. “I honestly almost forgot I even had a race today.” 

“Oh my gosh.” you laughed jokingly, “Not my pegging being better than you winning Monaco.” 

George smiled up at you and you wiped off his hand with another fresh tissue before kissing each of his fingertips when giving his hand back. He stared up at you with all the love in his eyes and you slid down on top of his wiped down body to feel the warmth of his bare skin pressed against your own, chest to chest. His arms easily snaked around your waist and you kissed his nose and then his lips and he gave your bum a two handed squeeze. 

He whispered to you, “You said tonight’s all about me and what I want, right?”

“Mhm.” you answered, kissing his nose again. 

“Well, after you watched me cum a ridiculous amount of times…I want to at least watch you cum once.” 

You licked away your smile at his sneaky request, “Oh really?”

“Even if you just do it to yourself…whatever you want. I wanna watch.”

You kissed his nose again and then his cheek as if debating his plea. 

“Please?” he tried, leaning up to kiss your lips. 

You sighed dramatically although you couldn’t hide the grin that was apparent on your face and you rolled off of him to the side of the bed and you reached down to your box that had been left out on the floor in your rush earlier, “Fine. Just because I promised that tonight is all about you and you asked so nicely.” 

George grinned and shuffled himself into a more comfortable position against the pillows and when you sat up again with the rose shaped clit sucker toy in hand, he raised his arm up to welcome you close. The used toys and tissues and bottles of lube and oil were still scattered across the bed but it was a lustful mess that you were all too familiar with when it came to each other. So you didn’t pay any mind as you got yourself cozied up under George’s arm and you draped your one leg over his to spread yourself open. 

He helped himself to your pussy with a warm hand just to feel how absolutely soaked you were from having tended to him for the previous almost-hour. George licked his lips as he rubbed your pussy and over your swollen clit and you nudged his hand away when you turned on the toy. Instead, he took to your breasts with his greedy fingers and he pinched your nipples and leaned in to kiss your neck as you set the toy onto your clit. You were so turned on that the first touch made you flinch in his arms and George chuckled against your neck as he trailed soft kisses up to your cheek. 

“Fuck,” you breathed, “this is not going to take long.”

“See? I know you. You wanted it badly.” George tisked. 

You leaned your head against his with his arm still around your shoulders and your nose scrunched up with a soft groan falling from your chest, toes curling. George cuddled you close and he reached down again to spread your pussy open a little more to give the toy clear access to your swollen clit and you flinched again. 

“Fuck.” you groaned. 

“Doesn’t that feel so fucking good, my love?” he taunted against your cheek, staring down at your hands between your legs, sharing the work side by side. 

“Yeah.” you whispered, dropping your head back against his arm as your eyes fell shut and your body squirmed slightly. The small moan you let out had him smirking proudly and your pretty sounds only grew louder as the buzzing toy got you closer. “Oh, George-” you squeaked. 

“Good girl.” he whispered, “Cum for me, beautiful. Show me how fucking gorgeous you look when you cum. Come on.” 

Your free hand flew up to grab onto his as it hung loosely over your shoulder from how he held you and he laced your fingers together proudly, staring at you and how you writhed and whimpered and moaned for him. Your hips pushed up against the toy and your leg that was linked over his only tightened in silent pleas for release. 

“Cum for me.” George spoke against your cheek with just enough space between you so he could keep a close eye on your expression, “Be my good girl and cum for me.”

Your mouth dropped open as you came and your gasps froze in your chest, body tensing and cunt pulsing under his fingertips even when he wasn’t touching you directly. You moaned his name to the ceiling and he swallowed it up with his lips on yours, sharing sloppy love-stemmed kisses that made your hand grip tighter to his. The toy was blindly turned off as you grew sensitive to its intense touch and you dropped it aimlessly onto the bed to focus your attention on your boyfriend and his perfect kiss. 

“I love you.” you both said at the same time before falling into light laughter and shared breaths of overwhelm. 

You pulled your hand from his so that you could rest it against his chest as you turned to face his naked body and he still held you close around your shoulders, letting the forms of your figures mould effortlessly together in blissful ecstasy. Sharing a few more chasté kisses, you had to pull away because you were smiling too big and you nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his natural scent that felt like home to you. 

With your hand caressing his soft skin of his bare chest as your heart threatened to beat right out of your own, you spoke to him in an honest breath as if testifying to the stars, “God, you deserve the world.”

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[jobean12-blog]

Kiss to Kiss

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader

Word Count: 855

Summary: Joel is grumpier than usual and the only way to make it better is YOU.

Author's Note: This is a completely self-indulgent fic focused on his neck because not unknown to you all I'm obsessed with it and I could spend the rest of forever kissing his neck. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff with LOTS of kisses, especially neck kiss

PS if you're looking for some yummy posts check out @iamasaddie post HERE. She has so many goodies! Thanks for the inspo sweets!

PPS I sprinkled a couple of yummy gifs in there too just bc 🫠

Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

When the front door of your small house creaks open and then slams shut with a bang you turn off the oven and brush off your hands.

“Joel?”

The only response you get is in the form of an acknowledging grunt.

He’s standing in the hallway, one hand on his hip and the other rubbing his jaw. He looks lost in thought.

“What happened?” you ask quietly as you approach.

His brown eyes look up and you can see the lines on his forehead soften at the sight of you. He doesn’t answer and just tracks your movement until you reach him and press yourself closer.

Your fingertips lightly trace his jaw as you study his face.

“Come here,” you tell him before grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the couch.

He follows and promptly sits when you give him a little shove. Immediately, his legs spread wide and he places his elbows on his knees, massaging the bridge of his nose.

You stand between his legs and remove his fingers from his face, waiting until he sits back. Then you rest your hands on his broad shoulders and straddle his waist.

“You want to talk about why you’re so grumpy?”

As you ask the question you gently drag your fingers across his cheek and then the outline of his scruffy jaw. His gaze is trained on your face but when you lean in and press your lips to his neck you can feel him let out a deep exhale.

“Who said I’m grumpy?” he grumbles before his eyes close, dark lashes fluttering against his cheeks and his hands slowly slide up your thighs to settle on your waist.

You delicately drag your nose over his skin, stopping just below his ear to press another soft kiss there. Your lips linger on every inch of his neck and he sinks further into the couch, the tension sliding from his shoulders.

Your fingers toy with the already open collar of his shirt, dipping lower until you reach the first closed button. You pop it open and let your fingertips explore his newly exposed skin while keeping your lips on his neck. You find every little beauty mark and kiss it, nuzzling and breathing him in as you go.

He rests his head along the back of the couch and you take the opportunity to kiss along his collarbone and over the hollow of his throat, feeling the deep vibration of his satisfied hum.

When you reach the other side of his neck you start at his pulse point, nipping softly before trailing kisses all the way up to his other ear.

He slips his fingers under your shirt and digs them into your skin, holding you in place. Your lips graze his cheek until you find his mouth and press a feather light kiss there.

“Darlin’,” he murmurs, his eyes still closed. “More.”

You happily oblige and pepper his face with kisses. His forehead, his nose, his eyelids and every patch of gray that lines his cheeks. Without stopping you dip your head to his neck again and drag your mouth along his skin with light kisses.

Each time your lips pass his mouth he chases them.

He flattens his palms and slides his hands along the curve of your back then gently smooths them back down. You shiver from his touch and smile into his neck.

“That feels nice,” you whisper.

He does it again, keeping you close while you continue pressing your lips to the strong column of his neck. When you gently suck on his skin you can feel his hard swallow. His hands still and he moves you back so he can look you in the eyes.

“No more?” you ask.

“I always want more,” he answers.

“Do you want to tell me why you’re upset first?”

He slowly shakes his head no, tilting his face and gliding his hand up to your neck to bring your lips closer. His palm flattens against your cheek and he rubs his calloused thumb across your temple.

“Later,” he whispers against your mouth. “Talk later.”

His kiss is soft but still holds a desperation you’re all too familiar with and when he takes you in his arms and lays you on the couch, you welcome the comfortable and safe weight of him, wrapping you in his warmth and scent.

He cradles your cheek and brushes his lips across yours tenderly.

“I made cookies…” you tell him softly.

“Is that what I smell?”

His lips curve into a small smile and you quickly kiss them.

“Yep. You want some?”

He buries his face in your neck and runs his nose along your skin and when you feel his lips part to speak you answer for him before he has the chance.

“I know…later,” you say.

His gaze finds yours and he smiles again, his eyes closing when your fingers comb through his hair.

Your lips meet with a tug on his curls and he hums contentedly when you melt into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and forgetting about everything else but him.

@littleseasiren @hiddles-rose @lizette50 @lorilane33 @blackwidownat2814

[phoward89]

Based on this ask

WARNING: dub con, non con, dark!Coryo, dom!Coryo, soft!dom!Coryo, overstimulation, vibrator, sex (p in v), slight degradation, spit kink

Coriolanus Snow was thriving under Dr. Gaul. Between his studies at the University ( double major in Military Strategies and Political Science) and his work as Dr. Gaul's assistant (he was quickly promoted from intern to personal assistant due to his cunning and cold nature, which impressed the mad scientist) he was a very busy young man. You didn't see much of him anymore, even though he's been your best friend since you were both little.

You weren't mad about it though. You understood, he had responsibilities and spending what little time he had with you was impossible. He has a family to spend time with.

And a girlfriend.

Your stepfather, General Prometheus Byzantine, had made sure to drop the fact that Coriolanus Snow was seeing Livia Cardew one night during dinner. He just casually dropped the ball, as if he was talking about the weather.

Your little brother, Darius, who had just started the Academy, gave you a sad look of empathy. He knew how you felt about your best friend.

You thought that your parents didn't know, but they did. Your mother and stepfather knew that you were, somehow beyond all logic, in love with your childhood best friend. And your stepfather, being a wartime hero, was on the war council that was headed by none other than Dr. Gaul.

Yea, the same Dr. Gaul that your best friend, Coryo, was studying and working under. 

You didn't know it, but your stepfather talked to the mad scientist about how he was going to be arranging a match for you soon, but he needed her little lab rat out of the way because he was around too much. Would corrupt you. General Byzantine also told Dr. Gaul that you were too sweet, too innocent for a young man like Snow. That he'd never approve of the match, so she better push him into somebody else's arms and away from you.

Cue Coryo's relationship with Livia.

But unknown to you, that relationship ended before it even reached the month milestone.

The real reason why the platinum blonde that held your heart in his large, calloused hands was absent so much from your life was because of the project he was working on with Dr. Gaul.

A very important project that was commissioned to cure the female ailment known as Hysteria. Something that doctor's stopped diagnosing near the end of the early 20th century. 

But now, well into the 22nd century, Hysteria in women's back and the treatment for it can be quite time consuming and strenuous on a doctor's wrist. 

So, Dr. Gaul and in extension Coriolanus Snow were commissioned to recreate the treatment tool of old that was used to help alleviate women's hysteria thru hysterical paroxysm.

The tool of old was an industrial grade electric vibrator. To be used by doctors to treat stressed and agitated women by bringing them to orgasm via clitoral stimulation.

It truly was a practice done in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. One that, apparently, was back.

Or at least the vibrator part of the treatment for hysteria would be back once the device was finished, tested, and approved. Until then, the doctors of Panem have to do manual clitoral massages to treat hysteria.

“Mr. Snow, the device is ready for live subject testing.” Dr. Gaul told Coriolanus, turning the vibrating tool off and placing it down on the work table.

Coriolanus wanted to laugh his ass off at Dr. Gaul's professional demeanor when it came to announcing that the vibrator was ready to test on pussies.

When his mentor told him what she'd been commissioned to make, he sprayed his tea out of his nose and literally choked. He couldn't believe that doctors had to bring their female patients to orgasm by roughly rubbing their clits because they were agitated and stressed due to sexual frustration. And the fact that the Capitol husbands were sending their wives to doctors for both the diagnosis and cure of hysteria (sexual frustration) baffled him.

Couldn't the husbands just play with their wives pussies themselves?

Dr. Gaul assumed that Coriolanus’ reaction to her commission project was one of proper breeding. Proper gentlemen are brought up to treat their women like dainty china dolls in bed, and to only use them for heirs. That lust was wrong to feel for a wife, a woman of proper breeding. That a gentleman was expected to join a sporting club (a sex club or brothel) in order to enact his base and lustful needs.

So, Dr. Gaul assumed that those teachings were the reason for Coriolanus' reaction to them having to invent an industrial grade vibrator for medical use.

She never once thought that the platinum blonde was judging the Capitolites backwards view of sexuality.

Coriolanus wasn't shy when it came to sex, but maybe that's because he spent some time in District 12 as a peacekeeper. Sex wasn't dirty and taboo in the districts. Hell, random hookups behind an alley with someone you met mere minutes earlier was a norm. Girls that looked so cute with their big doe eyes and simple cotton dresses would drop to their knees in a snap of a finger to hungrily suck cock. Those same girls would bend over, eager to take a cock. And half the time they didn't care what hole it was shoved in. Ass or pussy, as long as they got a good pounding that made them see stars. And then there were those handful of girls that would let a pair of Peacekeepers spit roast them.

So, safe to say, Coriolanus had a sexual awakening while a peacekeeper. He learnt what he liked, what he didn't like, and all of his kinks over the course of a summer. 

And his sexual appetite didn't change when he returned to the Capitol. But, unlike the other gentlemen in the Capitol, he didn't join a sporting club. He wasn't going to pay for a sex club membership when he could go out to Pluribus’ club, pick up a pretty girl, and fuck for free.

He just wasn't counting on the capitolite ladies to be prudes.

And the biggest prude of all was his ex.

Livia Cardew.

She didn't want to do anything-

ANYTHING-

-until her wedding night. All because of what she was taught, what all proper Capitol girls were taught. 

And just the thought of sucking cock disgusted her. She even slapped him across the face when he suggested it.

So, before they reached their month anniversary, Coriolanus broke up with Livia.

He also threw himself head first into his studies and work as a way to keep his mind off of sex. Settling for fisting his cock and  his fantasies fluttering behind his closed eyelids when his urges got too much to handle.

And now, here he is, helping Dr. Gaul invent a vibrator to get all the prudes of the Capitol off because their sexual frustrations are making them unbearable bitches to live with.

“When do you plan on conducting the tests?” Coriolanus asked Dr. Gaul, watching her as she boxed up the vibrating invention.

“I need to recruit some young ladies, of all different ages, from the districts for medical testing.” Dr. Gaul began while locking the invention up in a cabinet. “Of course, their families will be compensated with a small payment, since they'll be tied up here for some time.” The wild, frizzy haired woman sickly smiled while crossing the lab. Coriolanus followed behind her as she explained, “All of that will take time, so I conclude that testing will take place within the next 4-6 weeks at the earliest.”

Dr. Gaul exited the lab with Coriolanus right behind her. “I’d like to test it on a friend of mine, right away. That is, if I have permission to do so, Dr. Gaul.”

“And does this female friend of yours just happen to be General Byzantine's stepdaughter, Y/N?” The scientist asked knowingly, walking down the white hallway leading out of the heart of the lab.

“Yes, that would be her. She's been my best friend since we were children; she'd help me test out the vibrating tool without a second thought.”

“You should tread lightly, Mr. Snow. General Byzantine is in the midst of arranging a matrimonial match for Miss Y/N. Her helping test out our little invention is not going to sit well with him.” Dr. Gaul warned her prodigy, turning down a corner and walking down another stark white hallway.

Coriolanus felt like all the air from his lungs had dried up; leaving him breathless and suffocating. You were going to be handed off to some undeserving asshole. That wasn't right. It wasn't fair either.

You were supposed to be his.

It was common knowledge between your mother and his Grandma’am that when he was ready to settle down, he'd seek you out.

But your stepfather was almost done finalizing an arranged marriage for you with somebody. With somebody that wasn't him.

That was complete and utter bullshit.

Now more than ever, Coriolanus wanted to test that vibrator on your pussy. He wanted to make you cum multiple times; turn you into an overstimulated, crying, babbling mess begging for more. Begging for him to fill you up, fuck you with his cock and make you his.

And by God, he was going to make you his.

And he's going to use that invention, the industrial grade vibrating medical tool, to do it.

“Dr. Gaul, what the general doesn't know, won't hurt him. Besides, I’ll be testing a treatment for hysteria on my best friend. A treatment that, once married, her husband might send her to see a doctor for.”

Your husband was never ever sending you to get your pussy played with because Coriolanus was going to take care of your pussy himself. He wasn't going to let anyone touch you.

Only he's allowed to do that.

Just like he's the only one that's allowed to marry you.

“Very well, Mr. Snow, you have my permission to test our invention on your female best friend.” Dr. Gaul nodded as they reached an elevator. Hitting the button to open the steel box, she asked, “When do you want to conduct the testing?"

“As soon as possible.” Coriolanus honestly told his mentor. “I’d like to bring her here tonight, if she's free. If not, then the soonest day she has open in her schedule.” He said as the metal doors in front of them dinged open.

“And I imagine you want to be the only one conducting the experiment on your live test subject?” Dr. Gaul knowingly asked as they entered the elevator. The mad scientist might be diabolical, but she was very intelligent and knew that Coriolanus Snow was going to use that vibrator they invented to ruin you. And to do that, he'd want to be alone with you, to break you.

The scientist thought it was amusing. How her pupil wanted to ruin you with a vibrator because he couldn't have you. 

What she didn't know was that Coriolanus wanted to ruin you, but not because he couldn't have you. But to make you his. To make you pliable to him; want only him and abandoned all of your family’s plans for you just in order to receive endless pleasure from him.

“Yes.” Coriolanus firmly said as the doors to the elevator dinged shut.

“Very well, Mr. Snow.” Dr. Gaul nodded as the elevator began to ascend. “You may have your privacy conducting your experiment on your female best friend.”

You were home with your little brother while your parents were out at one of the finest restaurants in the city. Unknown to you, they were meeting with your potential future husband to discuss your dowry along with his expectations as your future husband.

Your brother was doing his homework and you were sitting on the living room couch, watching tv whenever the doorbell rang. You ignored it, assuming that either the Avox or the housekeeper, Marisol, would answer it.

You guessed correctly when you heard the heavy footfalls of shoes echoing against the marble floors. You didn't pay it any mind, assuming that one of your brother's friends had come over to study or something.

“Miss Y/N, your friend Mister Coriolanus is here to see you.” Marisol announced, standing in the archway of the room.

You tore your attention off of the TV and looked towards the living room entrance only to see your best friend strolling by your housekeeper.

“Thank you, Marisol.” You simply dismissed the middle-aged woman, causing her to nod and walk off.

You were shocked to see Coryo. It's been so long since you've seen him. “Coryo, what're you doing here?” You asked in awe, standing up and closing the distance between the two of you.

Before you could even approach him for a hug (that you so desperately craved from the platinum blonde man), Coriolanus told you. “I've came to ask you for some help testing an invention I've been working on with Dr. Gaul.”

“Oh…” You sadly sighed, letting your disappointment linger heavily in the air. And here you thought he came over to see you because he missed you. No, that wasn't the case. He didn't miss you at all; just needed you to help him on some project for work.

“Darling, what's wrong? I thought you'd be happy to help your best friend.”

“Are we still best friends, Coryo? I never see you anymore.”

“Of course we're still best friends, little dove.” The platinum blonde assured you, pulling you into a tight embrace. His hand trailed up and down your spine in a tantalizing touch that sent shivers throughout your nervous system. “I'll never abandon you, babygirl. I’ve just been preoccupied helping Dr. Gaul with a very important invention and studying for my University classes.” You could feel the thump, thump, thump, of his heartbeat as your head rested against his chest while your arms circled his wait. Hugging him close.

You missed hugging your best friend; you missed his scent and how he made you feel safe.

“I was hoping to see you at the University during lunch, but I haven't been able to. I guess you must be busy or maybe don't take your lunch break in the University’s dining hall.”

“I don't go to University, Coryo.” You told him, causing him to blink and stare at you in disbelief.

Coriolanus couldn't believe his ears. You weren't enrolled at the University. How could that be? You always wanted to study either science or medicine. It was your dream; you always talked so passionately about it before he was sent off to 12 to be a peacekeeper.

“”Why not? I thought you wanted to study science or medicine?”

“My stepfather and mother says it's a waste of time since I'm just going to be a socialite and one day a housewife.” Was the honest answer you gave Coryo.

The platinum blonde man wasn't too pleased by your answer. Not by a long shot. Who were your parents to control you; arrange for you to marry some rich asshole that would suppress you.

If you wanted to study at the University then so be it. You should be able to. 

And then a marvelous idea popped into his head. It was a great way to get you to agree to help him test out the vibrator too.

“If you help me by being my test subject tonight, I’ll get you a late midterm enrollment into the University in the science field. I'll even arrange for you to be my intern, considering that I'm Dr. Gaul's assistant.”

“Coryo, you'd do that for me?” You gasped, hand covering your mouth due to your shock.

“Yes, my sweet girl, I'll do that for you." Coriolanus confirmed with a nod. He flashed you that charming, manipulative smile of his, only to say, "I'll do that and more for you, if you just help me out with testing a new invention for me.”

You chewed your bottom lip, thinking over your options. Truthfully, the only option you had was to say yes. Saying yes would both get you into the University and repair the cracks in your friendship with Coryo.

“Okay, I'll help you.” You agreed, smiling at your best friend.

“Excellent.” Coryo smiled, so wide that too many pearly white teeth were showing. The smile seemed feral, perhaps even deranged in a way. Slinging an arm over your shoulders, he suggested, “Let's go, shall we?”

The lab he escorted you to was in the belly of the Citadel. Deep in the basement where nobody would hear you. He had explained, as the elevator made its descent, that the room he was taking you to was soundproof and didn't have any cameras installed in it. That it'd just be you and him; that nobody would ever see the experiment. And he'd just relay his data to his boss, Dr. Gaul.

You didn't know why he told you that. It sounded a bit weird to you, but you just nodded along and told him okay.

You felt a bit nervous as Coriolanus led you down the basement hallway and to a door. He used his electronic key card paired with a panel retina scan to open the door. He led you into the room, only to stop by the doorway to flick on the light switch. 

The too bright florescent lights flickered to life, revealing a lab table of sorts with straps and stirrups attached to it. As Coryo slammed the door shut, you noticed that on the counter next to the lab table was some sort of hospital gown and some type of large, thick wand. 

You looked over your shoulder at your best friend, only to ask him, “Why’re there straps and stirrups on the lab table? And a hospital gown on the counter, Coryo?”

“It's to test out the new invention, darling.” Coryo told you as if he was talking about the weather. “You'll need to get dressed in the gown and have your legs parted so I can properly conduct the experiment.” He explained while heading over to the counter.

“But the straps, Coryo? Are you going to tie my wrists down too?” You asked, a bit concerned, while trailing behind him.

“It's so you don't try to stop the experiment.” He dryly told you. “Now if we're done playing 20 questions, put this on and get on the lab table.” He said, handing you over the medical gown. Your fingers brushed as he added in, “Oh and take off your panties. Your pussy needs to be bare for this little experiment.”

“What?” You asked, sucking in a deep breath between your teeth. You had to let him see and use your bare pussy for the experiment? Like what? Why? “Coryo, I didn't agree to this…”

“Yes you did, Y/N.” Your best friend reminded you as his icy blue eyes cut right into your soul. Sighing, he rubbed your shoulders. “I promise, you'll like what I'm going to be doing. Just do as you're told, okay?”

“Okay.” You reluctantly gave in. “Can you turn around so I can change?” You asked, feeling a bit awkward about your best friend seeing you naked, as you slipped out of your kitten heels.

“I don't see why it makes a difference, darling. I'm going to see your pussy; might as well see your tits too.” He chuckled, leaning against the counter with his arms folded over his chest. His icy blue eyes roaming over your form as you began to unzip your dress.

“Coryo, you have a girlfriend. Think about how she'd feel if she heard you right now.” You told him, pulling off your dress and folding it up.

“I don't have a girlfriend, Y/N. So whoever told you that's mistaken.” Coryo told you as you placed your dress on the counter.

Your brows rose up in surprise as you unhooked your bra, “Really? But I thought you were seeing Livia Cardew.”

Livia Cardew.

Of course, you knew about him and her. What you didn't know was that it didn't even last a month. And he made sure to tell you that. He also assured you that he was single; had been single for months as you finished undressing. 

You were relieved that he wasn't avoiding you because he was spending all of his time with Livia. As you put on the examination gown, you asked Coryo, “If you're not busy with Livia, then why have you been ignoring me?”

Your words made bile rise up into the platinum blonde's throat. He felt sick that you thought he was ignoring you. He wasn't ignoring you. Wasn't he? He's just been busy constructing a life for you two. 

A soft look crossed his features as he sighed, “I didn't mean to ignore you, little dove. I've just been busy with my studying and working as Dr. Gaul's assistant.” 

“Yea…” You trailed off in a long, airy sigh. You honestly wanted to believe your best friend, but didn't know if you should.

“Let me tie this for you.” Coriolanus offered, gesturing to the hospital gown. You just nodded and turned around, causing him to tie up the little ribbons on the back of the medical gown.

Like with all medical gowns, your ass was showing. The platinum blonde smirked seeing your round ass, only to grab it with his large, calloused hands.

“Coryo?” You asked in a startled tone, looking over your shoulder at your best friend as he massages and rubs your ass.

Coryo just smirked before smacking you on the ass and saying, “Go get on the table.”

Turning around to face him, you said, “I’ll get on the table, but I want to know why you grabbed my ass.”

“Maybe I grabbed it because I'm an ass man; happen to like yours.” Your bestfriend told you with mirth twinkling in his baby blues, only to walk over to the counter to grab what he needed.

“I thought men liked boobs?” You asked while making your way over to the examination table.

“Oh, I like tits too.” Coriolanus stated, in a tone that was too cheerful for the atmosphere of the sterile lab, while pulling a pair of latex gloves out of a box that was on the counter. The loud sound of latex snapping as he pulled on the gloves echoed throughout the room. “Tits and ass. Good ole T&A does it for me.” Coryo joked, trying to cut the tension in the room, as you nervously sat down on the table.

As you adjusted yourself on the table, placing your legs in the stirrups, you heard your best friend ask you, “Do you want me to use the lube or to get you wet the old fashioned way?”, from his place across the room at the counter.

“What?” You asked, your eyes nearly popping out of your head. He couldn't mean?...

“Jesus, Y/N, please tell me you've played with your pussy before. Cause if not…this is going to be one hell of an experience for you.”

“Coriolanus! This isn't something ladies talk about to their gentleman friends.” You scolded him.

Coryo decided to forgo the bottle of lube, opting to just grab the large vibrating wand. Making his way over to you, he said, “That mindset’s why I had to help Dr. Gaul invent a damn vibrator. Because sex's so taboo to talk about in the Capitol.” Coming to a stop at the lab table, he placed the vibrator down on the sheet, right below your spread legs. 

“I’ve spent some time in the districts, as you know while serving as a Peacekeeper, so I don't share the same close minded views when it comes to such things.” Coriolanus explained while walking up the length of the table. Stopping where your wrists were, he explained, “I'm not trying to embarrass you, Y/N. I want you to enjoy this thing I've got to test out. And in order for you to do that, I need to know if you've touched yourself before. I need to know if you know what to expect, what to feel.”

“Fine…I’ll answer you.” You gave in while your best friend strapped down your left wrist.

The platinum blonde arched a brow, his hand resting resting on your right wrist, as he waited on baited breath for your answer.

An answer of, “Yes, I've played with myself before. There, you happy now?” 

“See, it wasn't so hard to tell me that. Now was it?” Your best friend remarked while strapping in your right wrist. He stroked your hair and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I'll make sure you're nice and wet before we begin. Just relax and enjoy the experiment.”

Coriolanus, true to his word, made sure that you were wet. He used the rough pad of his thumb to circle and tease your clit. He didn't apply to much pressure, just enough to get you moist. 

Coriolanus wanted you to enjoy this, but he wanted to make your pussy weep and flood juices from the vibrations of the wand. He could always drive you crazy with his hand another time.

And there’s going to be endless moments between you two after tonight.

“I'm going to start the experiment now. Okay, darling?” Coryo told you, picking up the vibrator and turning it onto the lowest setting.

“Okay.” You nodded. 

“Just relax for me.” He instructed before pressing the buzzing wand to your clit.

The light vibration against your clit felt good. So good in fact, that you let out a tiny whimper.

“See, I knew you'd like this.” Your best friend said, only to turn the vibrator up another notch.

“Mmmm…Coryo…” Your breath hitched up in a tiny whine. The slight chance in speed against your clit sent wetness to pool from your pussy.

“You're doing good, my little dove.” Coriolanus praised while teasing your pussy with the vibrator.

Without warning, he turned it up to the third level. He pressed it hard against your clit, needing to see you cum. He craved the sight of your pussy gushing for him. And he'd keep amping up the speed of the vibrator to do it.

And the large industrial vibrator had 10 speed settings. 

So…

You were in for a long night.

“Oh my God! Coryo!” You moaned, the vibrations of the third setting on your clit driving you closer to cumming. 

“Feels good “ Coryo stated with a smug grin on his face.

“Yes.” You nodded. Your legs, spread wide in the stirrups, began to tense up as you mewled, “Feels so good, Coryo. So, so good.” Your pussy began to spasm as you cried out, “I-I m gonna cum, Coryo.”

“Be a good girl and cum for me.” Your best friend told you, holding the vibrator firmly against your twitching clit. “Cum right now. Do it, cum like the little slut you are.”

You didn't know if it was the vibrations against your clit or the dirty, demanding words Coriolanus told you, but all of a suddenly you were cumming with a moan. 

Coriolanus’ icy blue eyes shined in excitement as he watched your juices flow out of your pussy as you came. Oh, he thought you looked so beautiful. He could stare at your soaked, leaky cunt for hours. 

You thought that your best friend would turn the vibrator off, unstrap you from the table, and end the experiment with the vibrating wand, but he didn't. In fact, Coriolanus turned it up another notch. 

“Coryo, I already came. You gotta stop.” You told him, trying not to let out a high pitched wine, as your clit began to throb. 

“Sorry, baby, but we're not stopping until all 10 speeds are tested.” The platinum told you, a mischievous smirk on his lips. Adjusting the pressure he was using to hold the vibrator against your clit, he simply said, “We're only on the 4th speed.”

“Oh no…”  You trailed off in a broken moan.

“Oh yes!” He mocked, watching your pussy as it began to pool once more. “Perhaps I should turn it up?” Coryo asked while turning up the speed.

“Coryo!” You screamed as your second orgasm hit you, causing your pussy to spasm and squirt juices onto the lab table you’re on.

“Oh, so you're a squirter?” Coryo asked, a wide smile on his face, as his eyes locked onto yours from his place between your pussy.

If you weren't so blissed out right now you'd be embarrassed. 

“I'm going to turn the speed up again, see if we can get you squirting some more.”

“Oh, God, Coryo. Please, please, stop. No more, I'm too sensitive.” You begged, feeling like you couldn't handle any more.

Coriolanus did something you weren't expecting. He stretched out his arm and took your hand in his, holding it. “I know, you're sensitive, baby girl, but you can do this. I know you can go all the 10 speeds for me.”

“Coryo.” You whimpered, lower back arching in an attempt to get away from the vibrations assaulting your puffy, swollen clit.

“Y/N, baby, calm down. You can do this; I wouldn't put you thru this if you couldn't.” Coriolanus told you while cranking the speed up once more.

Coriolanus loves seeing you overstimulated and thrashing about on the table for him as he talking you thru everything. But, his pants were starting to tighten. He needed to fuck you and fast, so that's why he decided to switch the vibrator to level 6 so quickly instead of teasing you.

“Coryo, please, please.” You begged, but for what you didn't even know.

“What do you need, Y/N? You need to cum again?”

“Yea.” You desperately nodded as tears began to brim your eyes. “I'm so sensitive but I need to cum so bad.”

“You're such a little slut for me.” Your best friend chuckled, only to press the vibrator harder against your clit and turn it up to level 7. He adjusted the position slightly, causing you to cum with a loud scream. Once again your pussy squirted your juices everywhere. This time your thighs were wet, the table underneath you was wet, and even Coryo's shirt was soaked.

Coriolanus is positive that if he didn't have you strapped down then you would've flown right up off the lab table.

“I know you're sensitive, but I know you have one more in you. Can you give me one more, baby girl? Hmm?” Coriolanus cooed, stroking your hand with his long fingers as he turned the vibrator up to the next level.

“I dunno, Coryo.” You sighed, feeling listless, as you felt even faster vibrations against your too sensitive and swollen pearl. Your pussy’s quivering and your asshole’s clenching from the overstimulation you're feeling. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you cried, “I-I’m aching so bad, Coryo. I need something more, but I'm so sensitive.”

Coryo knew just what you needed. Your body was craving his cock. And, honestly, his cock was painfully rock hard from watching you that he's going to be stuffing you full once he's made you come again from the vibrator.

“You need my cock, Y/N.” Coriolanus told you, matter of factly. “Don't worry, once we're done, I'll flip you over and fuck you.” 

“I'm a virgin, Coryo. I'm supposed to be saving myself for my future husband.” You informed him. You couldn't just sleep with him, you had to stay pure. What would your future husband think if you were already used up on your wedding night. If there wasn't any blood on your thighs to signal that he was the only one to claim your purity as his prize.

“You've done that, darling. You've stayed pure for me, but I can't wait any longer to have you.”

Your toes began to curl and your fingers were clenching into fists as you felt a hot, unbearable tingling began to build up inside of you, despite how overstimulated and sore your clit was. “You want to marry me?” You asked, more like moaned, as Coriolanus turned the vibrator up to the 9th level.

Your nails dug into his left hand as your pain began to turn into pleasure once more. Coriolanus thought you were so beautiful like this. Spread out before him, helpless and to his mercy. All fucked out, begging for things you didn't even know you wanted or needed- until now. 

Oh, and the unorthodox marriage proposal was the icing on the cake for the platinum blonde man. Made this night all the more special. “Of course I want to marry you, Y/N. I'd be a fool not too.”

Tears blurred your vision, sticking to your lashes, as you wailed, “Coryo, please, this is too much.” 

“You're doing such a good job for me, darling.” Coriolanus praised you, causing warmth to pool in your lower belly. “Just one more speed and it'll all be over, baby girl. Just one more for me, yea?” Coriolanus assured you as his lust blown eyes raked over your writhing form that was strapped down.

“Okay. Just one more.” You agreed, causing him to turn the vibrator onto the last setting.

The 10th speed. 

The vibrations sent a harsh jolt straight to your core. You became an overstimulated, babbling mess. Your head thrashed, your pussy spasmed, your asshole clenched, your legs shook, and your eyes were literally blinded with tears. The feeling was oh so much. It was both euphoria and hell at the same time. The pain ebbed into pleasure, a white hot pleasure that seemed impossible to reach.

And before you knew it, you were cumming hard with Coryo's name on your lips like a prayer.

Coryo quickly turned off the vibrator and tossed it to the side. The large wand crashed into something, but he didn't care. He just needed to get you unstrapped so he could fuck your 5th orgasm into you.

Fuck, he was so hard and needed your cunt so bad. 

Quickly, Coriolanus pulled your legs out of the stirrups and lowered tje metal things down to the sides of the table. Then he rushed up to the top of the table. To free your arms.

You were panting and fluttering your eyelashes, attempting to see thru all of your tears, as your best friend quickly unbuckled your wrist straps. “You did such a good job for me, baby.” Coriolanus praised you. Kissing you on the forehead, as your newly freed arms limply lay by your side, he asked, “Can you sit up for me or are you too fucked out?”

“I dunno, Coryo.” You honestly told him. Your body was numb with pleasure, so you had no idea if you could sit or not.

“Shit, did I break you?” He asked, pride laced in his baritone, as he helped you to sit up.

“I’m fine, just feel a bit numb’s all.” You told him, pressing your face against his chest as he held you. 

“Yea, you're too fucked out.” Coriolanus proudly chuckled.

Lifting your head up to look at him, you innocently asked, “Why's your shirt all wet for, Coryo?”

“That's all you, little dove.” He told you while petting your hair. “You came so hard; soaked everything near that pretty little pussy of yours.”

“Oh…” You buried your face in his chest. You were embarrassed; afraid of his reaction to you cumming so messily. “That's never happened before when I- you know- while alone in bed.” You admitted, hoping that he wouldn't think you were weird or something for making such a mess.

Coriolanus found your innocence to be cute. You were embarrassed about the spectacular show you put on for him.

And only him.

Because you've never made yourself squirt before.

Pride swelled in his chest at the mere fact that he had you squirting over and over again.

Him.

“Y/N, my dove, what you did was natural. It was very special too.”

“It was?” You asked, lifting your head to look up at him.

“Yea.” Coryo nodded. “Not everyone can squirt.” He explained with a smile. Pressing his forehead against yours and bringing your hand to cup the large bulge in his too tight pants, he said, “I need to fuck you so bad. Make you mine, Y/N.”

You palmed his bulge, causing him to let out a strangled moan. “Did you mean it when you said that I don't have to wait anymore? That you’ll marry me without my virginity?”

“Y/N, my darling rose, of course I'm going to marry you.” Coriolanus told you with a firm certainly in his voice as he cupped your face in his large, calloused hands. “I’m the one taking your virginity and I'm the one that's marrying you, so the order of the two doesn't really matter.” He told you in a tone that was too sweet, perhaps even on the verge of manipulative. 

Coriolanus kissed you, his lips pressing against yours in a passionate, bruising force. You were taken back by the kiss, but quickly responded to it by melding your lips with his. It felt like he was sucking all of the air out of your lungs as he kissed you.

Breaking the kiss, his lips ghosted yours as he swore, “I'll bring you home with me tonight after we fuck and tomorrow I'll go talk to the general; tell him about our engagement.”

“I'm going to need a ring.” You reminded him, a small smile on your lips.

“I'll tell Grandma’am I'm ready to give you her heirloom ring in the morning. She'll know what that means.” Coriolanus assured you while picking you up and bending you over the lab table. Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, he warned, “This is going to be quick.” You heard his pants pool around his ankles as he told you. “You’ll enjoy it, but I'm too hard and you're too stimulated for me to drag this out too long.” 

Coryo quickly pulled down his boxers, causing his cock to slap against his stomach. “Hold onto the edge of the table, Y/N.” He instructed, grasping his dick and giving it a few pumps.

 Looking over your shoulder, as he lined his angry red tip at your soaking wet entrance, you asked, “Is this going to hurt, Coryo? I heard it hurts the first time.”

“With how your hole’s sloppy and dripping, my cock’ll easily slip in. The stretch might burn, but it won't hurt.” He explained before pushing into you.

You bit your lower lip as you felt his large cock stretch out your tight walls. It stung a bit, like he said it would, but it wasn't painful. Not like some of the rumors you heard.

“Such a good girl for me, baby.” Coriolanus praised you. Continuing to push himself into your tight, wet heat, he pressed a kiss to your spine (a part that was exposed by the gap in your medical gown) and cooed, “You're taking me so well.” His breath was hot against your skin as he assured you, “Just a little bit more and I'll be balls deep, Y/N.”

Coryo and you both let out little moans whenever he bottomed out. He felt so good inside of you. You felt so full, and it fanned the flames of your desire for him. And Coriolanus felt that being sheathed in your tight, wet warmth was heaven. The feeling of your cunt gripping his cock was better than anything he could've ever imagined. 

When he pulled his hips back, causing his cock to deliciously drag against your walls, and pushed them forward, driving his cock deep inside of you; hitting your special spot deep within you, you let out a delighted scream. 

“That's it, let me hear you scream for me, my good little slut.” Coryo told you, his hips roughly snapping against yours as he chased down both your highs.

He knew with how sensitive you were that it wouldn't take much to get you cumming. He also knew that if he pounded into you mercilessly then he'd be quickly cumming too.

“Feels so good Coryo.” You whined, clawing at the edge of the table as you felt the head of his cock press up against the spongy spot inside of you. The spot that had your cunt clenching around him.

“Fuck, your cunt's so tight. So perfect, baby.” Coryo began to babble, the feeling of your tight virgin pussy sending him into overdrive. He swears, it feels as if your cunt was made for his cock. It fit him like a glove. A perfect fit. Squeezes him just right, takes him without any problems.

Coriolanus was pussydrunk on your perfect pussy. A pussy that he was claiming as his.

And only he's allowed to pound your pussy. Paint its walls white with his cum.

You let out a loud shriek when you felt his cum heavy balls slap against your oversensitive clit. That only causes him to dig his long fingers harder into your hips and piston even harder into you. 

The lewd sound of your cunt loudly squelching paired with skin slapping skin and your loud moans filled the lab. The lab table beneath you was shaking from how hard Coriolanus was fucking you from behind. But you were so out of it with pleasure that you were worried around the table flipping over.

And even if it did, that wouldn't stop the platinum blonde from fucking into you like his life depended on it. No, he'd just keep pounding your pussy.

“You feel close.” Coriolanus gritted out as his fast paced movements got sloppier. “I'm close too, baby.”

“I’m gonna cum, Coryo. I-I’m gonna cum.” You announced in a mewl, your hips pushing back against his in a desperate attempt to chase your release.

“Me too. Me too.” Coryo told you while bending his body over yours, pressing his chest flush against your back, and grabbing your hands with his while rutting into you as quickly as he could. "Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up with my cum. Fuck a baby in you; show everyone yours mine."

All you could do was let out a string of babbled broken cries as Coriolanus had you cumming for the 5th time. And as your cunt tightly clenched him, he made a couple more sloppy thrusts before shooting his hot, thick ropes of cum into your womb.

Coriolanus laid on top of you, holding you as his cock was still buried inside of your pussy. He let go of your hand, only to grab your jaw and bring your head up towards his. Using his thumb, he wrenched your jaw open, only to hover his lips above your parted ones and spit into your mouth. The feel of it was disgusting, unnatural even, but without even thinking twice you swallowed his spit.

Coriolanus’ baby blues sparkle with possessiveness as he watches you swallow down his spit as if it was fine wine. Caressing your jaw, he told you, “You're not just my best friend, Y/N. You're my girl.”

His girl. That made your insides melt. You’ve always wanted to be his girl. You've always loved him.

And now you're his girl.

FINALLY

His girl.

“I'll help you get dressed in a minute, then we'll go home.” He told you before leaning in to give you a kiss.

“Okay.” You whispered against his lush lips. 

Oh, how you couldn't wait for him to take you home with him. Where you belong.

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[leahrintarou]

✩₊˚.⋆ UNSEE ! - satoru gojo / 10.15 / kinktober

CW: usage of a bullet vibrator, y/n is blindfolded, female anatomy, she/her, tiny bit of cunnilingus, petnames, gojo is smitten, body worship ig u can say as well.

Word Count: 3.3k

Author's Note: made it on time and posted on the correct day lmao. i got writers block at the WORST moment possible so yeah. i hope you enjoy. leave a like or reblog to show support!

“c’mon, angel, just trust me on this,” gojo said, holding out a black silk blindfold with a mischievous glint in his eyes. y/n eyed him skeptically, crossing her arms. “satoru, i’m exhausted. it’s been a long day, and i’m not in the mood for whatever you’re planning.”

he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush his thumb over her cheek. “that’s exactly why i want to do this. you deserve a little break. you’ve been running yourself ragged.”

she sighed, torn between the desire to sink into the nearest pillow and the undeniable pull of those playful blue eyes. “and the blindfold?” she questioned. “it’s part of the surprise. trust me, you won’t have to lift a finger. i’ll take care of everything.”

“satoru, i’m really not in the mood for one of your games right now…”

his expression softened, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. “it’s not a game, i promise. i just want to show you how much i appreciate you. let me do that?”

y/n hesitated, feeling the warmth of his hand on her face. as much as she wanted to argue, the sincerity in his eyes made her waver. “fine. but if this gets too ridiculous, i’m stopping.”

he chuckled, clearly pleased with himself as he tied the blindfold over her eyes. “you won’t regret this, i promise.”

she felt him guide her, his hands gentle but firm as he led her backward. the familiar softness of her bed brushed against her legs, and he eased her down, guiding her to lie back. he was uncharacteristically quiet, his touch slower and more deliberate than usual.

“satoru… what exactly are you planning?” she asked, unable to hide the nervous edge in her voice.

“just relax, angel,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “i told you, tonight is about you. you don’t have to do anything. just feel.”

y/n took a breath, her body instinctively tensing as she tried to adjust to the darkness behind the blindfold. she couldn’t see anything, but she felt every movement, every brush of his hand over her skin, more intensely than usual. it was disarming, almost unsettling, but there was a strange thrill in the uncertainty.

he trailed his fingers down her arm, his touch light and teasing. “you’re always so busy taking care of everything. tonight, let me take care of you.”

she shivered as his hands moved to her shoulders, gently massaging away the day’s tension. his lips followed, pressing feather-light kisses down her neck, and she found herself relaxing despite her earlier annoyance, melting into the warmth of his touch.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice soft, almost tender.

“yeah… it’s just…” she hesitated, unsure how to put it into words. “it’s different, not being able to see you.”

“that’s the point,” he said, his tone playful again. “just focus on what you feel.”

she hummed, surrendering to the sensation as his hands roamed over her body, exploring in ways that made her skin tingle. the darkness heightened everything—the warmth of his breath against her collarbone, the slow, deliberate way his hands traced over her curves.

he shifted, his weight pressing down beside her, his mouth brushing against hers. the kiss was slow, almost reverent, as if he were savoring every second. without the distraction of sight, she was hyper-aware of every detail—the softness of his lips, the way he tasted, the subtle hint of mint on his breath.

“you have no idea how beautiful you are,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent. y/n swallowed, feeling her cheeks heat. “you’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“maybe,” he said, pressing another kiss to her lips, deeper this time, filled with an intensity that left her breathless. “but i’m also crazy about you.”

he moved slowly, taking his time as he undressed her, his hands gliding over her skin in ways that made her shiver. he had never been this gentle, this attentive, and it was almost overwhelming, the way he worshipped every inch of her.

he was right there, surrounding her, and yet the blindfold made it feel like he was everywhere at once, his touch lingering on her skin long after he had moved on. each movement, each whisper, each press of his lips against her body built the tension between them, until she was aching for him in a way that had nothing to do with sight.

“satoru…” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. “shh,” he said, his voice a soft command. “let me take care of you. let me show you how much i love you.”

and with that, he moved over her, his hands and mouth tracing a path that left her trembling beneath him. she was lost in him, surrounded by the darkness and the warmth of his touch, completely surrendered to the man who somehow always knew exactly how to unravel her.

gojo’s lips grazed the sensitive skin of y/n’s neck, sending shivers down her spine. he started with soft, teasing kisses, exploring the contours of her collarbone with an almost reverent touch. each kiss was deliberate, filled with warmth and affection. he paused to suck gently at the spot just beneath her ear, a playful bite that made her let out a long sigh, the sensation igniting a fire within her.

“you’re so responsive, angel,” he murmured against her skin, his voice low and sultry. “i love how you react to me.”

y/n couldn't even respond, breathless as he continued his exploration, trailing kisses down the delicate line of her neck, each one lingering longer than the last. he took his time, savoring every inch of her, as if he were committing the feeling of her skin against his lips to memory. she leaned into him instinctively, feeling the pull of his warmth, every kiss stoking the flames of desire within her.

with each kiss, gojo moved lower, his hands sliding to her waist, fingers dancing along the hem of her top before he slipped it off, revealing her bare skin. he pressed soft kisses to her waist, tracing the curves of her body with his lips.

as he kissed along her waist, he made his way to her inner thighs, taking his time to explore the sensitive skin there. his kisses were feather-light at first, teasing her, making her squirm. y/n bit her lip, trying to suppress a whimper as he pressed a kiss just above her thigh, a deliberate tease that left her wanting more.

“satoru,” she breathed, her voice thick with need, but he simply smiled against her skin, enjoying the power he had over her.

he planted kisses along her inner thighs, each one deeper than the last, building the anticipation. his lips danced around the sensitive area, driving her wild with longing. he could feel her body responding, the way she instinctively opened up for him, urging him closer.

“please…” y/n gasped, her heart racing as he continued to tease her with his kisses, refusing to give in just yet. the sensation of his warm breath against her inner thighs sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

“just a little longer, angel,” he said, his voice a playful whisper, as he lavished attention on her skin, making sure she felt every kiss. “i want to hear you.”

his kisses became bolder, more deliberate, as he explored every inch of her, leaving trails of fire wherever he touched. y/n could hardly think, lost in the sensations, the way his lips moved against her. he knew exactly how to take her to the edge, to make her crave him even more, and she was helpless to resist, completely surrendered to the pleasure he was giving her.

“you’re driving me crazy,” y/n confessed, breathless and wanting. “good,” he replied, a smirk evident in his voice. “i want you to feel everything. let me take care of you, angel.”

and with that, he pressed his lips to her inner thighs once more, drawing out every gasp and sigh, as he skillfully navigated the thin line between teasing and tantalizing, completely focused on her pleasure.

gojo’s fingers traced along y/n’s body, moving slowly, until he reached for something from the bedside table. she could hear him fiddling with something, a soft whirring sound catching her attention.

“satoru?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of nervousness.

“shh, angel,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. “trust me, you’re going to like this.”

she felt the subtle vibration against her thigh first, the sensation both foreign and thrilling. gojo’s hand guided the small bullet-shaped toy, moving it in slow, teasing circles. he brought it to the sensitive skin along her inner thighs, just barely brushing it over the places where she ached for him most.

the soft hum of the toy mixed with the sound of her quickening breaths, each gentle press making her toes curl. he dragged the toy along her bud, letting it hover over the most sensitive spot, drawing out a soft gasp from her lips.

“h-holy…” she whispered, her voice trembling as he continued to move the toy in deliberate patterns, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. she couldn’t see him, but she could feel his eyes on her, savoring every reaction.

“that’s it, angel,” he murmured, pressing the toy against her bud in slow, rhythmic pulses, the vibrations building steadily. “just feel. let go.”

she squirmed under his touch, the sensation of the toy mixed with the warmth of his hands as he held her steady, keeping her close. his lips brushed against her neck, trailing kisses as he gradually increased the intensity, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“satoru, please…” she gasped, completely lost in the sensations as he continued his gentle assault, driving her wild with need.

“i’ve got you,” he whispered, pressing one final kiss to her lips as she surrendered to him, the vibrations and his tender touch overwhelming her, pulling her under until all she could feel was him.

gojo kept the toy moving in slow, teasing circles, letting her feel every pulse, every vibration, each one building on the last. his hand pressed against her hip, holding her steady as she began to squirm under his touch, unable to stay still with the heat pooling low in her stomach.

“you feel that, angel?” he whispered, his voice thick with barely restrained desire. “just let it happen. let yourself go.”

he pressed the toy closer, increasing the intensity, letting the vibrations thrum through her most sensitive spots. every time she tried to catch her breath, he shifted, brushing the toy against her abused bud in a way that made her gasp, the sound filling the room. her hands instinctively gripped the sheets, knuckles white as she tried to hold on.

“satoru… it’s… it’s so much…” she managed to breathe, her voice trembling as he continued his relentless teasing.

“that’s it,” he murmured, trailing kisses along her neck, savoring every shiver, every soft whimper that escaped her lips. “i want you to feel every second, angel. just let me take you there.”

he adjusted the toy, moving it with a bit more pressure, finding the perfect spot and holding it steady, his lips pressing softly to her collarbone. he could feel her body tense beneath him, the way her breathing quickened, each pulse of the toy pushing her closer to the edge.

“don’t hold back,” he whispered, his fingers grazing her side, grounding her in the warmth of his touch. “i want to hear you, want to feel you let go.”

she could barely hold on, her body wound so tightly that every tiny movement sent shockwaves through her. the way he was watching her, the way he seemed so focused on her pleasure, only heightened the sensations coursing through her.

“satoru… please…” she gasped, her voice barely more than a whisper as she teetered on the brink, the pleasure building so intensely that she felt like she might break apart.

“i’ve got you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her lips just as he pushed the toy a little harder, the vibrations intensifying in a way that made her cry out, her body finally surrendering to the overwhelming sensation. her grip on the sheets tightened as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling beneath him.

as she rode out the last of it, gojo held her close, his hand gently tracing circles on her skin, soothing her as she slowly came back down. “beautiful,” he whispered, a soft smile playing on his lips as he pressed another kiss to her forehead. “you did so well, angel.” he smiled, a look of unpurity in his eyes from his next actions.

gojo didn’t give her a moment to recover; instead, he kept the toy pressed against her sensetive bud, turning the intensity up just slightly, enough to send another surge of sensation through her already sensitive body. she let out a soft whimper, her head falling back, overwhelmed by the sudden return of the vibrations.

“you thought i was done?” he asked, a playful edge in his voice as he brushed a thumb over her cheek. “i want to see you fall apart for me again.”

her breathing was shallow, chest rising and falling as the sensations built quickly, even more intense this time. her body, still sensitive, responded immediately, each movement of the toy drawing out soft, helpless noises from her lips. she couldn’t form words, couldn’t think, only react as the pleasure mounted, her body instinctively arching into his touch.

“that’s it, angel,” he murmured, clearly enjoying the effect he had on her. “don’t hold back… let me hear you.”

all she could do was let out a broken moan, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to anchor herself. he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her temple, never letting up on the toy as he adjusted it, finding that perfect spot once again and holding it steady.

her breathing hitched, eyes squeezing shut behind the blindfold as she felt herself spiraling, her mind hazy, body trembling as he continued his slow, unrelenting movements. every nerve was on fire, her entire world narrowed down to the sensation he was creating, and she was powerless to resist it.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, his tone gentle but with a hint of mischief. “completely mine.”

she let out another soft, breathless whine, her body instinctively moving against him as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak, the intensity almost too much to handle. her lips parted, but no words came—only a broken cry as she fell apart again, the sensations crashing over her like a wave, leaving her trembling and breathless in his arms.

as she came down, he held her close, brushing gentle fingers through her hair, pressing soft kisses to her forehead. “i’m right here,” he whispered, his voice a soothing comfort as she tried to catch her breath. “i’ve got you, angel. you did so well.”

as her breathing slowed, gojo shifted, his hands gentle as he moved lower, trailing soft kisses down her stomach, each touch igniting sparks along her already sensitive skin. she shivered, barely able to process what he was doing before he was there, pressing his lips to the inside of her thigh, teasing her with the warmth of his breath.

he paused, glancing up at her with that familiar playful glint in his eyes, his fingers brushing over her skin. “you’re still so responsive, angel,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

before she could catch her breath, she felt the warmth of his tongue, a slow, deliberate motion that made her body tense with the renewed sensation. a soft, breathless sound escaped her lips, her hands instinctively finding their way to his shoulders, her nails pressing into his skin as he continued, each motion gentle but maddeningly precise.

she couldn’t form words, her voice reduced to a series of quiet gasps and whimpers as he moved with a steady, unhurried pace, savoring every reaction. his hands held her firmly, keeping her close, grounding her as he worked, the intensity building once more, each soft flick of his tongue sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her.

he took his time, his mouth exploring, tasting, drawing out sounds from her that were barely more than whispers, her head falling back as he continued, pushing her further than she thought possible. the sensations were overwhelming, her body responding instinctively, lost in the warmth of his touch, the gentleness of his lips, the way he seemed to know exactly where to linger, where to press.

her breathing came in quick, shallow gasps, the pleasure building until she could barely think, her world narrowed down to the feeling of his mouth on her, his hands holding her steady, his soft, reverent murmurs between each movement. she felt herself tipping over the edge again, her body surrendering completely, her voice reduced to a single, trembling cry as he took her over once more, leaving her breathless and spent in his embrace.

when she finally came down, he pressed a final kiss to her thigh, looking up at her with a soft smile. “you’re amazing, angel,” he whispered, his hand gently brushing over her side as he pulled her close.

gojo lingered beside her, his hands tracing soothing patterns on her skin as she caught her breath. after a moment, he reached up, fingers gently sliding under the edge of the blindfold. slowly, he pulled it down, revealing her half-lidded, teary eyes, still hazy from the intensity of what she’d just felt.

he paused, taking in the sight of her, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he brushed a stray tear from her cheek. “there you are,” he murmured, his voice tender as he looked into her eyes. “you’re even more beautiful than i imagined.”

her gaze met his, her eyes filled with a mixture of warmth, vulnerability, and the remnants of pleasure that left her breathless. she tried to find her voice, but all that came out was a soft, shaky sigh as he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“you did so well, angel,” he whispered, his fingers brushing back a few strands of her hair. “thank you for trusting me.”

she managed a small, contented smile, her hands finding their way to his, squeezing gently. he stayed close, his eyes never leaving hers, a look of absolute adoration on his face as he held her, grounding her in the warmth of his embrace.

“i’ll always take care of you,” he said softly, leaning in to press another kiss to her lips, slow and tender, as if savoring every second. he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, letting her rest against him as the aftershocks faded, leaving only the quiet, shared warmth between them.

as she regained her breath, y/n looked up at gojo with a feigned scowl, brushing her fingers over her still flushed face. “you’re absolutely ruthless, satoru,” she muttered, mock annoyance lacing her words. “not even a shred of mercy… you couldn’t have taken it a little easier?”

he chuckled, a smirk spreading across his face as he leaned down, his hand resting lightly on her waist. “oh, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” he replied, his tone full of playful confidence. “i know you did. i can still taste it.”

her cheeks flushed deeper at his words, and she swatted at his shoulder with a huff, though her lips betrayed her with a small smile. he caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, his eyes never leaving hers.

“admit it,” he said, his voice softening as he looked at her with a mixture of mischief and affection. “you loved every second.”

she rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that broke through. “you’re impossible,” she sighed, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close once more.

“maybe,” he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, “but you wouldn’t have me any other way.”

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[hotwritergf]

Edging. Eddie Munson x female reader / Smut / blurb

🍒 “And what makes you think you deserve to cum?” Eddie teases, the smirk on his face making your neediness increase. The pool of heat between your thighs rising higher and higher as your orgasm growing in your belly.

“Eddie. Please. Baby. It’s been an hour now, it hurts..” Whining, you pull at your restraints for the hundredth time that hour. The vibrations on your clit don’t let up, and the binds don’t give you any lease.

“Sweet little thing just begging for mercy huh?” He pushes the wand into your clit even harder, overstimulating you even more. “Just one more princess.” You groan, you’ve been edged countless times by now. He lets your orgasm rise to its peak before pulling the wand away harshly when you began to twitch.

“I think someone deserves a treat. A reward perhaps?” He smirks, unbuckling his belt and pulling out his erection. Rubbing it up through your soaked folds before thrusting inside, whimpering as you clench against the head of his cock.

Before you know it the wand is placed back on your clit, vibrating both you and Eddie. Writhing in pleasure as much as you can under the cuffs you moan as Eddie fucks any and all thoughts out of your head.

“Your time to shine now little girl, cum over my cock.” He gropes your breast, bringing his mouth to you and massaging your nipple with his tongue, exploring every sensitive nerve. His cock hitting your g-spot and the vibrations on your clit are all too much, you feel yourself coming undone. As you cum you see stars in your ecstasy, he doesn’t stop fucking you even after your orgasm reaches its peak.

“So fuckin hot babe.” Eddie manages to grunt out the words before he reaches the peak himself, shooting his load deep inside you. Breeding you with his warm ropes of cum. “Good fucking girl.” 🍒