#and then he climbs on behind you and his thighs are bracketing yours

[averycutesalamander]

talkin’ about dat boothill smell… i dunnoooooo… nesting n stuff… makes your mind all fuzzy n warm n stuff because you’re surrounded by blankets n an absurd amount of pillows you’d think in regards to himself— n it all smells like that smoke his, some syrupy hint from far off pine trees, gunpowder creating a bit of a bitter taste in the back of your throat but it’s so nice— the kind of bitterness you’d chase down in alcohol, swallowing up insatiably. ‘n that smell just. surrounding you, all bundled up, bleeding into your mouth especially when he refuses to remove himself from you. a little whine perhaps if you even shift a ghost of a fragment away, his hips curving. maybe some little mechanical groan that’s so gooey and molten about your own softness.

there’s that leather too, scotch and whisky combined in his needy breaths. and his scent just melts more into you, making you feel almost fucking high at this point; and you’re so cozy and squished and it’s all just him. which really is exactly what he wants. to keep you nice n comfy n full, satiated, thanks to him. to keep his scent bleeding into you.

- 🥛

YOU CANT DO THIS TO MEEEEEEE im gonna dieeeeee 😭😭😭😭

[wannab-urs]

Title: Handlebars

Pairing: Logan Howlett x f!reader

Summary: Logan teaches you to ride a motorcycle.

Warnings: smut, public/semi-public sex, overstimulation, i know nothing about motorcycles, Logan picks up the reader but he’s a mutant and is superhumanly strong so like… he could pick you up babe, pet names (baby), somewhat dom!Logan but that’s not explicit he’s just bossy, no use of y/n. WC: 1.2k

A/N: This is based on a dream I had because, yes, the brainrot is that bad. Thanks to @pr0ximamidnight for the encouragement to write it and the advice along the way.. And thanks to @just-here-for-the-moment for the beta <3. This is my first ever Logan fic and my first ever non-pedro boy fic as well, so forgive me if it’s OOC or weird.

Logan Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

Logan is teaching you to ride a motorcycle. You’ve always been fascinated by them, but the sight of him straddling one really sealed the deal. He looks gorgeous, powerful thighs astride the gently roaring machine. He leans back, gesturing for you to climb on in front of him. 

You throw your leg over carefully and settle onto the bike. His thighs bracket yours and his chest is pressed snugly against your back. It’s already getting dark out, and you’d be worried about driving at night if it wasn’t for the reassuring weight of him behind you. He slides his hands down from your shoulders to your hands and gently places them on the handle bars. 

“I’ll take care of shifting the gears this time, you just focus on the throttle.” You’re not sure you can focus on anything with him this close, but you nod anyway. 

He kicks up the kickstand and starts walking the bike backward onto the road. You hold on for dear life. He shifts the gears as he helps you turn the throttle. You’re nervous as hell, but he keeps a steady grip on your hands. You start to settle into the feeling of driving and your mind drifts. You think about his body pressed against yours, about the steady vibration of the motor between your legs, and you start squirming. 

It’s dark out and you can barely see a thing outside of the range of the headlight. But you feel everything, almost as if your senses are heightened. You grind against his erection, inadvertently pressing your clit harder against the seat and you whimper. 

“Pull over,” he growls in your ear. 

You nod, his nose brushing your neck, and slow down. You guide the bike into a seemingly abandoned parking lot. Logan turns the bike off and drops the kickstand. He pulls you tight against his body. 

“Are you gonna let me fuck you right here? Out in the open?”

“Please,” you whine. 

“Lean forward,” he commands, his voice so low you barely hear him. 

You lean forward, lifting your hips. You hear him unsheathe a claw and you tense slightly. He carefully slices a hole in your leggings and panties, exposing you to the night air. 

“I liked these, Logan.”

“I’ll buy you more.” That’s all the warning you get before he sheathes his claw and buries two fingers inside you. 

You cry out, gripping the handlebars hard. He steadies you with a gentle grip on your waist while he fucks his fingers in and out of you, You’re soaking wet and already desperate, grinding down on his fingers. His hand on your waist slips down and finds your bundle of nerves. Your left hand drops from the handlebars to grip his wrist as his fingers circle your clit. Your fingernails dig in hard enough to leave marks on anyone but him and your cunt pulses around his thick digits. He hits the spongy part deep inside you, making you shake and whine as you come on his fingers. 

While you catch your breath, Logan unzips his jeans. He grips your waist in his huge hands and lifts you with his superhuman strength, easily spearing you on his cock. Even with the preparation, he stretches you almost painfully. Your hands search for something, anything, to hold on to and land on the handlebars again. After giving you a moment to adjust, he starts bouncing you on his cock. You moan loudly and his grip on you tightens. 

“Feel good, baby? Filthy thing, riding me out in the open like this.”

You aren’t capable of speaking, not with his cock hitting you so deep inside. You’re not really riding him so much as he’s using you like a fleshlight. Your eyes roll back into your head as you come on his cock. He doesn’t stop bouncing you until your cunt stops clenching around him. His hand presses firmly in the middle of your back, pushing you forward until your head is past the handlebars. 

“Give me one more,” he orders. “Not done with you yet.”

You’re powerless to deny him, and really you’d give him anything he asked for. He wraps one arm around your waist and brings the other hand to your clit again. He pounds up into you, setting a brutal rhythm and hitting a spot that makes your vision white out. You cling to the handlebars for stability, crying out as his tip hits your cervix. You tense up in his arms, whole body going taut with ecstasy.  

“That’s it baby, come for me,” he growls. 

The rolling waves of pleasure feel endless, still speared on Logan’s cock as he fucks into your clenching pussy. His grip on you tightens impossibly, bruisingly as he floods your cunt with his cum. You cry out, writhing in his arms. When you finally come down, Logan’s strong arms pull you back against his chest. Your head lolls back onto his shoulder.

“Are you okay, baby?” Logan’s voice is tinged with worry. 

You nod weakly and mumble a yes into the chilled air. 

“Did I hurt you?”

“Mm mm,” you slowly shake your head from side to side. He didn’t hurt you, you’re just completely overwhelmed. 

He gently lifts you off his slowly softening cock, keeping an arm around you as he tucks himself away. He holds you tight against him until you eventually come back down to earth. You press a chaste kiss to his neck and nuzzle against him a bit before sitting up. You grip the handlebars again and wince as your oversensitive clit presses into the seat. 

“You sure you’re alright?” Logan asks, lifting the kickstand and starting the bike up. 

You whimper as the vibrations of the motor course through your body but bite your lip and nod.

“Hang on tight, baby. I’ll get us home.” You can almost hear Logan’s smirk.

Again nestled between Logan’s thick thighs and pressed firmly against his broad chest, but now with your bare cunt pressed into the seat of the bike, the ride home is absolute, exquisite torture. You can feel his cum leaking out of you, making a mess of what remains of your leggings and the seat beneath you. You’re shaking by the time you make it back to your apartment. 

Logan parks the bike and shuts it off. He climbs off and helps you to your feet. You stumble a little but manage to stay upright with his help, giggling to yourself at your jello legs. You unlock the door of your apartment and you’ve barely stepped inside before Logan sweeps you off your feet. 

“I can walk, Logan. Seriously, I’m fine.”

He huffs and carries you to the bedroom. “I know, but I want to take care of you.”

He lays you gently on the bed, unlaces and removes your boots, and strips off your ruined leggings. Left only in a t-shirt, you watch him methodically remove his clothing and admire his thickly muscled torso. The smattering of hair on his broad chest glinting silver in the moonlight – he’s so perfectly gorgeous you can hardly stand it. 

He crawls into bed beside you and pulls you against his chest. He grabs your thigh and pulls it across his body so that you’re nearly laying on top of him. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and you fall asleep in his arms, wondering if he’ll make you clean the bike seat tomorrow.

part two

[slippinninque]

💪🏾Grapple🤸🏾‍♀️

Terry Richmond x blackfemreader

In which Terry lends a hand

warnings: none really, fluff, long-fic, self-indulgent fic, some cursing, sparring

Terry stood before you, waiting until your hair was safely tied and feet planted firmly on the padded mat the two of you drug out.

“Ready?”

“Ready!”

The two of you began to circle and while Terry could see the pink of your mouthguard, he knew that grin was by pure habit. Those eyes were sharp as they poked and prodded along his stance for any openings. Terry closed space in two large strides when he heard a car rattling by from outside, opening the gates. 

The two of you grappled, broke apart, and then got tangled again. It reminded you of how the two of you met at the local gym. You loved the sport, you loved what it took but when you came back from service, you didn’t have much to give… anything. Sleeping was hard, then became even harder. Going to the gym one late night, early morning, was your last resort.

Just your luck there was a flyer for a jiu jitsu class right near the water bottle station, the class’ location and time convenient to your schedule. It’s where you met Terry. Serious-faced and firm-handed, he taught you and a handful of others the basics with a simplicity that you appreciated. You kept going and going, even after others lost their taste for the sport, or for  stone-faced Tin-Man. You, on the other hand, finally felt as if you were moving. 

You felt like you won the lottery when you managed to get him onto his back. It was the first time you saw him smile with teeth. From there, it was history. 

Terry had an obvious advantage with his height and weight. He could easily overwhelm you if close enough and his takedowns were nasty.  It was like WWE with a damned cephalopod. Luckily, you were his perfect foil.

Terry could get close if he wanted to, but it would only leave himself open to being climbed and toppled. Your weight and mastery of balance is what gave you an upper hand, Terry could grab you–but then it would be like dealing with a live bear-trap.

You stepped deep into his space, taking advantage of the surprise that showed in the movement. You tossed enough weight to knock him loose, then hooked an ankle around his.

“Oh, no you don’t!”

“Oh, yes I will!”

Terry managed to get on top of you and the position sent your world into darkness as his shirt blocked the fluorescent lighting of your garage. It was fine. You breathed to keep yourself steady, not minding the growing squeeze as you felt your way through. It was hard to explain grappling, but to you, it felt like trying to tie yourself into a knot only you knew how to get out of. Terry had trouble getting you to stretch out, to get into you enough to engage a lock. 

As quick as you were, you broke out and went on the defence. Scooting back on the mat as Terry got onto his feet and followed after you. He grabbed you by the legs and you snapped them around his waist. With your thighs around Terry’s midsection, cross-grabbing his sleeve as you hooked under your wrist behind his ankle and bridged off your shoulders to drop him. Terry’s pretty eyes rattled in his head for a moment before focusing on you, settled now on his chest with your thighs bracketing his head.

Wasn’t a bad sight at all, if you had to say. When Terry didn’t say anything, you hummed and squeezed threateningly.

“I…concede.” 

“Ooo, ‘concede’ Never got that one before.” 

Terry easily tipped you and you rolled onto your stomach with a giggle. Terry’s tongue poked around his cheek as he watched you. When he sat up criss-cross, you froze as you suddenly felt spotted. The feeling didn’t last as Terry launched himself at you, making you yelp as the two of you went heels over head to get into it all over again. 

This match wasn’t serious and neither were the ones that followed. An hour went by, then another. You clinked water bottles and spoke around mouthfuls of granola. At some point, Terry slotted between your legs and never moved away. The two of you were exhausted by now, but you still put him into a headlock though it was more of a headwrap.

Finally you felt good. One day, you came home and you just couldn’t sleep. One of the many advantages of being a bit off, it seems. It’s gotten worse now that you haven’t been able to get outside as often as you did before the snow came. You did the only thing you could have done–you called Terry to extend an invitation to burn of some energy in the good old fashion way. 

Now, blissfully, you felt tired. Exhaustion came cautiously for the nerves that have been going for days, you couldn’t wait to meet up with your pillow. 

“Thanks for doin’ this for me, Tin Man.” You said as you stared up at the fluorescent lights of your garage. 

“Anytime, Snaptrap.” 

He patted your thigh and the two of you parted. He stood with a small hop, looking down at you for a moment. You yawned and offered your hands, Terry taking them without pause to help you up onto your feet. He pulled you again and when you stumbled into him, Terry gave you a cheeky little wink. 

Your answer was to hop up and wrap your legs around him again. Terry caught hold of you just as you knew he would, hands big and hot as they cradled your cheeks. Terry wandered around with you in his arms, squatting down so you could pick up the discarded water bottles and going over to the trash for you to toss them.

As Terry played your legs all the way up to your bedroom. Terry stood in the middle of the room, rocking you in his arms and cuddling you as if you were his personal teddy bear. The mood cooled from it’s frenzied start, leaving the two of you floating in the 

“Terry?”

“Yes?”

He stilled but he did not let you down. You tapped his chin and tried to look as adorable as possible while covered in sweat and a bit bruised. Terry leaned forward and rubbed his nose against yours. 

“Stay for a nap?”

“Of course.” 

He pressed a kiss to your lips before whispering if you’d like for him to run you a shower first.

You wriggled insistently in his arms until you were back onto your feet. You went to pull at Terry’s shirt, going as high as you could until he took over. You were next as he, much more gently, pulled your shirt off. A trail of clothes followed the two of you and when Terry made the shower as hot as he could stand it, you got right in after him. 

The two of you soaped up one good time before the game was over. Terry innocently asked you to wash his back and gave a not-so-subtle flex. Nearly purring, you ran the soft cloth over the fine muscles and wordlessly greeted the two freckles you’ve missed. He bent this way and that so you could get all the spots, much like an appreciative big cat. 

When it was Terry’s turn, you had to bite the inside of your cheek at the feel of hands on you. They massaged and rubbed, scrubbed lightly and peppered kisses regardless of the suds on your skin. You drifted along with the steam until he pulled you out.

Toweled off and warm, the two of you hurried to dive beneath your covers. 

The pillow welcomed you and you sighed, eyes already heavy as Terry shifted and got comfortable next to you. The final drop in the bucket came in the form of Terry’s hand finding your lower belly, your sense finally clocking out as your mind began dimming.

The last thing you heard was Terry’s breath evening out before sleep came to claim you both. 

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[bullet-prooflove]

Come on, take a ride with me

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @yousigned-upforthis @gatefleet @pansexualhailstorm

Companion piece to:

Broken - Travis recieves a phone call from Rip regarding you and Malcom Beck.

Maui - Travis adds some extra security measures to your new place.

Colt 45 - Travis doesn't mess around when it comes to your saftey.

Travis can tell that not being able to ride is driving you crazy. It’s in the restlessness you’ve been exhibiting lately, the tension in your shoulders every time he gets on his own horse and heads out for the day. You spend hours in the stable every day brushing Artemis with one hand, the other tucked away in that sling.

Riding is more than just a profession for you, it’s where your heart resides and it kills him that Malcolm Beck has taken that away from you, even if it is just until your arm heals.

When you get to the stables this morning you’re surprised to see that Artemis is saddled up. Travis is standing alongside her, whispering sweet nothings as his palm lightly strokes over the side of her neck.

“We’re taking a ride today.” He tells you and you sigh as you lean in the doorway, your good shoulder coming to rest on the wooden frame of the stall.

It hurts to see someone else with your horse, bonding with her especially when you can’t. You know he’s right, she needs to be out there, stretching her legs, enjoying someone else’s companionship while your laid up but the reality of it makes you feel redundant.

“Sure.” You say, your voice devoid of emotion and he takes the reins and walks Artemis outside. You follow after them, your heart heavy.

“Alright honey.” Travis says, his hands coming to rest on your waist. “Up you get.”

“What?” You says, inclining your head towards him and Travis gestures towards the horse.

“I’m gonna help you up and then climb on behind you, then the three is us are gonna take a ride on the north trail.” He says as he places his hands back on your hips again. “So giddy up darlin, it’s gonna take the both of us to get you up into that saddle.”

It takes a few minutes but the two of you manage to get situated on Artemis. Travis tucks you in against his chest, his muscular thighs bracketing yours. His gloved hands grip the reins as your good one comes to rest on the pommel.

“You ready honey?” He asks you and you smile as your head tips back to meet his gaze.

You’ve never been more ready for something in your entire life.

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[moonstruckme]

Feels like home by bae miller and Jessie reyez with Eddie. This just screams causal dominance. Like they go to a party her dress is rising up but she’s alittle too drunk or faded to care so he pulls it down and she drinks to much so the next morning he fills her in on all the shenanigans they got up to. And even tho she does not like metal music she keeps the records in her room for him. So like after the party they come back to her place(I’m a sucker for Henderson reader) and then they take a nap after they wake up hung over and then stay up all night talking and being cuteeeeeee

Thanks for requesting honey! I forgot to include the part about the records, but I hope you like it anyway <3

cw: mentions of alcohol, hangover, blackout/missing memories

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 833 words

Eddie is a bit worried for himself. He’s woken up before you, face a whisper away from yours. Your mouth is open, a lazy river of drool pooling on his pillow, you’ve got total raccoon eyes going on after rubbing your eye makeup all over the place, and there is not one but two m&ms crusted to your cheek. And you’re the most beautiful thing Eddie’s ever seen. 

That’s got to be a problem, right? It can’t be good for his sanity to be this delusionally in love. 

It’s not long after he’s woken that you make a muffled whining sound, rolling onto your stomach. Eddie sets a hand between your shoulder blades, rubbing firmly. 

“Hey there,” he says, because he’s a selfish asshole who’d rather have you up with him than let you sleep. Whatever. He practically carried you home. You owe him one. 

You groan, a dragged-out sound of great hardship. 

“Yeah, I know.” 

“Fuck,” you whimper. 

“Hey, at least you didn’t throw up. Way to go, hot stuff.” He holds up your limp hand and high-fives it, grinning at his own stupid joke. 

You turn your head to the side, lids peeling open until dim slivers of consciousness are visible through your mess of makeup. “I didn’t?” 

Eddie chuckles at your confusion, giving your shoulder a loving squeeze. “No, you didn’t, baby. Don’t remember much about getting home, huh?” 

“Don’t remember much, period.” You start the miserable climb up the wall behind Eddie’s bed, clawing your way upright. An m&m falls from just under your cheekbone, leaving a small pink circle in its place. You reach up confusedly, brushing off the other one. “How did those get there?” 

Eddie shuffles closer to you, trading his pillow for your thigh. “You dug through a bag of trail mix for them before you knocked out.” 

Your lips pull to the side, considering, before you pick up the m&m and pop it in your mouth. “So, what did we do last night?” 

Eddie can’t honestly say it’s all crystal clear for him either. Some things stick out, like the image of your ass hanging out of your dress in the moments before he pulled the fabric down, over and over again, or the blissed-out look on your face when Eddie took a hit from his joint and blew the smoke into your waiting mouth. The feel of your lips against the shell of his ear when you leaned in close to whisper, I know we don’t like the same stuff, but can we agree that the music here is crap?

“You insisted on pissing on the Carver’s lawn on the way home from Sweeney’s place,” he reminds you. “I tried to stop you, but your ass is quick when you want something, you know that?” 

Your eyebrows raise a second before you nod approvingly. “Good. Very deserved, after what they did to you.” 

“My fucking hero,” Eddie drawls, twisting upwards to give you a kiss. It turns salacious fast, you burying your fingers in his curls and him sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. He climbs on top of you, hands bracketing your hips, and you make a magnificent keening sound a second before breaking away with a gasp. 

“Eddie,” you say breathlessly, an air of epiphany about you. “Eddie, you know what would be so good right now? Like, would be the best thing ever?” 

“What, sweet thing?” He rests his cheek against yours. Your hair smells like sweat and weed. 

“A McDonald’s hashbrown.” 

A chuckle rumbles through Eddie’s chest. “You’re still drunk.” 

He can hear the eye-roll in your voice. “Whatever, so are you. But doesn’t that sound good?” 

“Yeah, baby, it does.” He kisses your nose before leaning back to see you. “Two problems, though. McDonald’s doesn’t open for breakfast until five, and my van’s still parked at the curb outside Sweeney’s house.”

You go quiet, pensive. You start to chew on your lip, but Eddie thumbs it out from between your teeth, tutting. “Isn’t McDonalds on the way there?” you ask after a minute. 

He thinks about it. “I mean, if we go the way by the tracks, I guess it is.” 

You grin. “Then if we start walking now, we can hit it for hashbrowns on the way, and pick up your van after.” 

Eddie heaves a long-suffering sigh, letting his body slither down until his head rests on your lap again. 

You laugh, toying with the baby hairs at his temples. “C’mon, Eds, they’re gonna taste so good. Plus, you’ve gotta get your van anyway. Two birds, one stone.” 

“I know, my girl’s a fucking genius.” Eddie passes a hand over his face, steeling himself. “Okay, sweet thing, but you’re gonna have to change. I can’t be on dress duty when I’m double-fisting two hashbrowns.” 

You bend to kiss him happily between his eyebrows before shuffling out from under him. Eddie’s head hits the mattress, and he wonders if he might regret this.

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Kinktober 5 - Muzzle/Pup Play

Slasher Johnny x Dog Trainer Darling (Reader/OC)

Slasher Handler Masterlist

CW: 18+/MDNI, pup play, electro shock, pup play, chastity device, confinement, denial, D/s dynamics

Johnny’s hands bracket you at the counter, so suddenly that you almost throw the strawberry you’re chopping into the air.

“Wee bit jumpy, hen?” His lips tickle against the back of your neck.

“How’re Simon and Precious?” you ask, ignoring your racing heart. No use rewarding bad behavior with attention. You pivot away when he tries to rub up against your ass. “No, Johnny. Go get ready for dinner, if you’re not going to talk to me.”

He huffs, then sniffs the back of your ear, the way he knows tickles. You swat him away, focusing on finishing the salad. The chicken is staying warm in the oven, along with the potatoes. Since Johnny is home, you whip up a quick gravy before tossing the strawberries in the salad.

You’re just finished dishing out your portions when Johnny strides into the kitchen, naked except for his collar and cock cage, pup hood held dangling from the fingers of one hand.

“Smells goo- ack!”

You set your most unimpressed face as he falls to his knees and grabs at the shock collar around his throat. You put your hands on your hips. “Bad dog. I said get ready for dinner.”

The glare he throws you is equal parts angry pup and devoted hound. You watch him think about pushing the boundaries further, eyes dancing between your eyes and your thumb on the remote to the shock collar. After a couple of beats, he grins.

“Ach, ah’m f’rgettin’ mah manners,” he chuckles, prowling forward on all fours. “C’n ye help me, pretty please?”

When he offers up the hood, you arch an eye brow. “You’re really pushing it, tonight.”

“Please, ma’am,” he purrs, blue eyes sparkling. “Ah can be a good dog.”

Johnny cannot be a good dog. He makes such a mess of his dinner it can’t be anything other than deliberate. He whines and cries worse than a puppy when you lock him in his crate while you clean up. It takes him almost three whole minutes to sit for you to let him back out.

“I don’t know why you don’t go for a run before you come home,” you mutter, pushing him off of the couch a third time while you try to watch your show. “What’s gotten into you? Speak.”

His voice is muffled behind the small gag built into the hood. “Please, c’n ah come?”

That makes you laugh. You take his chin in your hand and shake him as you coo, “Oh, so Simon got you all worked up chasing his girl around, hm? That’s why you’re so badly behaved tonight?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he groans, softening now that he’s got your hands and attention on him. “’M sorreh, ah tried to be good.”

“No you didn’t,” you chide. All the same, you lean down to kiss his snout and scratch at his mohawk. You coo as you cup his cheeks in your hands. “You decided to come in here and be the worst you’ve been since I brought you home. Didn’t you? Poor puppy.”

He whines, ears turning bright red. You watch him decide not to try to climb in your lap, and reward him by finally paying attention to the cage between his legs.

He’s half hard, straining against the rings of his cage in a way that looks genuinely painful. His hips twitch forward when you nudge the inside of his thigh. You let him duck his face against your thigh, pup mask keeping his face up, eyes on you.

And then he wraps his arms around your legs, pulling your legs so fast you can’t stop your socked feet from sliding between his thighs enough for him to start humping your leg.

When all you do is look at him with your eyebrows up, he picks up his pace, cage digging uncomfortably into your calf. Your leggings get wet with his excitement, almost immediately, and your knees grind together, but it’s not painful, so you don’t correct him.

He figures out his predicament soon enough.

“Fuck,” he snarls, tossing his head back. Wild eyes meet yours. “Please, hen, please, ah’m beggin. Lemme ou’, ah’ll be a good dog.”

You hit play on your show, and lean back, not paying him any attention at all. “Bad dogs don’t get rewards.”

[moons-dunes]

Bound

For Kinktober- Prompt: Bondage

Write-tober Masterlist

Moon Knight Masterlist

18+ Only MDNI

Summary: Marc gets a little tied up

Pairing: subby!Marc Spector x softdom!fem reader

WC: 1.4K

This work contains: bondage obvi, overuse of the word “bound”, handjobs, multiple orgasms (m receiving) mild overstim, PiV sex, unprotected sex, begging, needy Marc because my bb deserves to be taken care of, very little dialogue, literally not a plot in sight. The sickness brain fog was my co-author.

Y’all know I had to use this gif. It would have been illegal not to

Soft black ropes slid through your hands smoothly, easily being manipulated into a series of loops and knots that decorated Marc’s skin as he knelt on the edge of the bed for you with bound legs bent beneath him.

The ropes criss-crossed on his chest and back a few times, accentuating both his pecs and back muscles. You had essentially made a chest harness, but that was just for decoration.

The real fun began when you grabbed two seperate lengths of rope.

“Gonna give me your hands, pretty boy?” You asked as smoothly as you could muster, which was harder than it seemed when Marc was such a beautiful sight in front of you.

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded obediently, holding his hands out for you. A jolt of electricity seemed to shoot through you at his complete and total submission.

You made a loop out of the rope, then wrapped it around his wrist a few times. Making a larger loop, you passed the first one through that one, then under the rope that wrapped directly against his skin. Passing the smaller end through the bigger loop again, you successfully finished the knot.

“Good?” You questioned in full seriousness this time, tugging lightly at the length of rope that was left. “Not too tight?”

“It’s perfect,” Marc responded quietly, and you repeated the process on his other wrist.

With both of his wrists comfortably tied, you gave him a sweet kiss before standing up to your full height.

Grabbing one of the extra long tails of rope, you reached up to loop it through a steel bracket you had installed on the posts by the bed. You stopped when Marc’s arm was extended about halfway up, securing the rope tightly to the bracket.

You did the same on the other side, then stood back to admire your handiwork.

With his arms stretched out like they were, you took a moment to admire his muscular build. The black ropes across his chest really made the natural curves of his body pop, adding fuel to that fire inside of you.

Marc’s breathing was picking up as you stood there watching him in awe, his cock already hard and leaking.

“You remember your safe word?” You asked before you got started with anything else, slowly stripping yourself of your clothes until you were completely nude as well.

“Daffodil,” he responded immediately, and you smiled.

“Good,” you praised, your hands cupping his face. You kissed him deeper this time, and he eagerly leaned into your touch.

Your hands travelled from his face down to his chiselled chest, and you massaged his pecs just to make him squirm a bit.

He moaned against your mouth as you tweaked his sensitive nipples, gently rolling the perky buds between your fingers. His cock twitched between the two of you when you did, begging for attention.

“Please,” he rasped out when your hands came to rest on his strong thighs, barely grazing where he wanted you most.

His bound hands instinctively tugged at his restraints, pulling the small amount of slack he had in the rope taut.

He spread his knees as much as he could, which wasn’t far with his thighs beautifully tied together, as a silent invitation to keep going.

You decided to have some mercy.

You climbed up onto the bed, kneeling behind him and letting him rest against your chest as far as the ropes would allow.

You wrapped one hand around his achingly hard cock, and the other snaked around to rest in the centre of his bound chest.

He arched his hips into your hand, and he threw his head back when you gave him a quick squeeze.

“Baby, please,” he begged you, his hips jerking erratically.

You slowly started to pump your hand around his length, loving the little sounds that escaped his mouth.

Your own arousal was quickly growing, your skin growing hot against Marc’s.

You loved that you were the one that could do this to him; make him completely submit and melt into you.

You sped up your hand, gripping the rope across his chest with the other as Marc started squirming.

“Such a good boy,,” you continued to praise him sweetly, ghosting your lips along the shell of his ear. “Letting me tie you up all nice, like a pretty present just for me.”

“Thank y-you,” he stuttered out as he felt himself growing closer, eyes squeezing shut as your hand continued with a steady pace.

You could tell he was close when he started pulling harder against the ropes that kept his arms extended, rattling the posts slightly. His thighs strained against their own restraints, and his bound calves twitched under him as well.

“There you go, you can cum, baby,” you gave him the permission he was looking for, fingers of your free hand tracing the intricate pattern you made over his chest. “You’re being so good for me.”

With a few more strokes, he was cumming all over your hand with a choked moan. His head pressed against your shoulder, soft curls tickling your neck as you continued until the spurts of hot cum stopped.

Marc breathed heavily against you, eyes still closed as the pleasure washed over him completely. Once he started coming down from his high, you moved from your spot to untie the ropes from the brackets, but left his wrists as they were.

You helped him lay backwards until his head was comfortably on the pillows, and secured his hands to the bed frame this time so they were above his head.

Crawling over to his side, you helped him unbend his knees slowly. He let out a small sigh of relief as he stretched his legs, even with them still bound together at the thighs and calves.

“You think you can give me one more, honey?” You asked as you crawled up his body and straddled his hips, his cock already half hard again.

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded with a blissed out grin, big brown eyes looking up at you with desire blazing in them.

You reached down between the two of you to line him up with your dripping pussy, slowly sinking down onto him with a soft groan. You loved the stretch, and how perfectly Marc always seemed to fill you.

After a moment of adjustment, you braced your hands on his shoulders and started lifting and dropping your hips. This time you kept your eyes glued to Marc’s gorgeous face, taking in every little expression that crossed his features.

Once you found the perfect angle, you rode him faster and fell into a steady rhythm. Marc bucked his hips as much as he could to meet yours, giving you that little bit of extra stimulation.

Both of you were moaning openly, too caught up in chasing your respective highs to care about volume control.

Marc was hitting that magical spot inside of you, making you unravel fast. You weren’t able to even give him fair warning before you were clamping down on him and cumming all over his cock.

He let out a higher pitched whimper as that was enough to bring him over the edge again, making him oversensitive quickly.

The movement of your hips got sloppier as you rode out your own orgasm, eventually coming to a stop as you tried to catch your breath.

Through the cloudy haze taking over your brain, you reached up and released the knots that were keeping Marc’s wrists wrapped up. The ropes fell away pretty easily after that, and he simply shook them off before you felt his hands on the skin of your back.

The fog in your head started to clear, and you carefully climbed off of him, immediately feeling empty.

You made quick work of the ropes around his legs, knowing exactly which knots to undo first for a quick release. Then you moved onto his chest.

Marc sat up and pulled you into his lap before you could start, nuzzling his face into your neck as his arms wrapped around you.

You worked on the few knots at his back, eventually freeing him completely from the intricate ropes.

Once you dropped the mess of rope to the floor, he leaned back again with you still in his arms, pulling you down on top of him while you giggled.

“So, did you enjoy yourself?” You asked with a grin, letting yourself snuggle into him fully.

“That was amazing,” he assured you, arms still wrapped tightly around you. “We are definitely doing that again.”

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Steph's nails scratch his scalp, a light, tantalising sensation to distract Jason from the length filling his mouth. His lungs burn, his throat flexing around the silicone. He can feel the pressure building in his head, but it's not until Steph's hand clenches in his hair that Jason pulls off her strap.

He hacks up saliva, catching his breath as Steph pets his curls and adjusts her kneel on the bed. Jason's own hands are splayed on the sheets, bracketing her bare legs where she waits before him.

"You have no idea how hot you look with my dick down your throat," Steph says, and Jason's ears burn along with his cheeks. She has a horrifically precise way of drilling down to exactly what Jason wants to hear, wrapping it up in the dirtiest praise to have him burying his face in the nearest soft surface.

The silicone strap drags over his cheek when she shuffles forward, leaving a wet stripe of his own spit across his freckles. It's an obnoxious shade of purple, impossible to misconstrue as anything other than Steph's dildo, with a length that puts Jason's homegrown dick to shame.

Steph's hand slips from Jason's head to his shoulder, pushing him back until he slumps into the sheets on his back. He's mostly caught his breath now, the pressure fading from behind his eyes as she climbs over him.

The leather of her harness tickles when she shimmies up his chest. Jason folds his arms back over her thighs when she tucks them around his shoulders, fingers digging into the plush muscle there. Holding her close as Steph strokes a leisurely hand down her spit-slicked strap.

A droplet splatters onto his lower lip, and Jason dips his tongue out to catch it.

"Ready to go again?" she asks, guiding her dick to rest against the curve of Jason's mouth. He kisses her strap, smirking at the heat that pools in her blue eyes.

"I'll tap out when I'm at my limit," he promises, and taps her thigh twice to reassure her.

Steph rises up onto her knees, bowing over him so she can slot her dick into his mouth, pushing all the way to the back of his throat. There she waits, for Jason to adjust the angle of his head, drawing down a breath and squeezing his eyes shut as he swallows. She moves in unison with him, pressing past the initial resistance to fill him down to the brim. The harness smells of leather oil and grape lube when Jason presses his nose to it, eyes slitting open to admire the soft roll of her stomach, close enough to kiss.

Steph doesn't move inside him, letting Jason adjust to the pressure and pleasure. He'll move when he's ready, she knows, or not at all. She's perfectly content to wait him out, let Jason get lost in the sensation of being full.

He waits till he's all but gagging on the lack of air before he taps out on her butt. Steph pulls back immediately, slow and steady to spare his poor aching throat.

Jason pulls off with a lung-filling gasp, closing his eyes and tossing his head back to ward off the vertigo that spins the room around him.

Steph is already shuffling down his body, one palm planted on his diaphragm as she navigates down to the cradle of his thighs. "Doing alright there, champ?"

Jason spreads his legs open wider to accommodate her, pushing up to his elbows to watch when he's sure he's not going to pass out.

She takes her time getting into position, dragging the broad head of her cock up the cleft of his ass. Nudging against his sac and teasing the circle of his hole until Jason is bucking his hips impatiently.

Steph laughs, splaying her fingers over the seam of his hip and thigh, one purple-painted nail stroking the side of his cock as she lines up. "Y'know what I love most about doing this with you?"

"What's that?" Jason asks, and sucks in a sharp breath when she breaches him. She stops with just the tip inside him, massaging his hip while Jason keens and remembers to breathe. Remembers to relax, and then she slides in another inch.

His vocalisation this time is far more wanton, a moan rumbling up through his throat as he tosses his head back. He tucks his legs up, whining at the change in angle when Steph pushes in further.

Steph hums, her tone smug when she continues, "I love how loud you get for me."

Jason doesn't have time to feel self-conscious, when Steph is hooking one calf over her shoulder, nudging in close so she can control the angle of her thrust. The head of her silicone dick grinds against Jason's prostate as she bottoms out, and stars dance behind his eyelids.

His next cry is guttural and laced with pleasure. Steph plants both palms firmly on his hips, fingers wrapping around his flanks as she rises up into a higher kneel.

"Let's give the neighbours something to be jealous of," she suggests with a wicked smile, and slams home.

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Thank you for sending this in! Here's an excerpt from one of the future parts of my Suguru x Reader x Satoru series:

“Good, let me help you up?”

You didn’t need the help but you nod, feeling it was more for him than you. He picks you up and sets you on the back of the curse before taking his place behind you, his strong thighs bracketing yours and his arms encircling your waist. “Can’t have you falling now can I?” His lips brush your ear and you’re sure he can feel how warm it is. “Besides I know you’re not a big fan of heights” Perhaps a slight understatement. Once Satoru had teleported the two of you high into the sky and you had basically climbed him like a frightened cat, nearly knocking his sunglasses off. Though that was mostly because you were not prepared to suddenly be over a thousand feet in the air. It hadn’t stopped him and Suguru both from teasing you over the incident. Still, Suguru’s secure hold on you is appreciated as the curse lifts you both into the clouds. Your stomach swoops uncomfortably and almost like he sensed your discomfort Suguru squeezes you to him. “You’re safe with me.” 

Your response is automatic. “I know.” He smiles into your hair.

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If you'd like check my story out you can read the first 4 parts over on my writing blog. Link to part one

[aloudplace]

Chapter 13 temperature

It felt good to be clean and warm again. Their bath with the plants in the icy pool couldn’t compare to proper soap and hot water.

After washing—and a brief but titillating episode of touching and kissing in the big pool—they went upstairs naked and found the biggest, most luxurious bedroom in the bunker.

Loklan stretched out on the rich green coverlet and watched Eiara rifle through the closet.

"They left all their clothes," she said, pulling out a simple green dress with a braided bodice and long, cream-colored sleeves. "Do you think they meant to come back?"

"Maybe. The terraforming project ended abruptly, as I recall."

"There's some men's clothing as well. Looks like they should fit you..." She rustled around in the closet some more and reappeared with a pair of soft brown leather trousers and a plain white shirt. "Well, the shirts will. The trousers might be a bit short." She eyed his naked legs up and down. "Maybe a little loose in the waist, too."

Loklan tucked his hands behind his head and crossed his ankles. "The other rooms might have something better. They'd have recruited a few farming families to do the heavy lifting around here. Probably had at least a few big, strapping peasants on site."

She put the clothing back and crossed to the vanity opposite the bed, perching on the small cushioned stool. "There's not even dust on anything. They might have left here yesterday, by the look of this place."

"Preservation spells," he murmured, admiring the curve of her naked back. "They'd have used them to protect the place from the weather and the dirt."

Her hair had begun to curl as it dried. It hung in rich bronze waves against her shoulders. It was an ongoing pleasure to see her in proper lighting. Her coloring was extraordinary.

"Ah," she said softly. She'd begun opening the little drawers in the vanity, pulling out a number of typical feminine items. Hairpins and various lotions. She turned with a wide ivory comb in her hand. "Shall I brush your hair?"

"Mmm. If you like."

She rose and crossed to the bed as Loklan sat up, climbing onto the mattress behind him.

The gentle tugging and the scrape of the comb against his scalp were delightful. Loklan turned into melted butter as she worked the tangles from his hair.

"You have such beautiful hair," she murmured. "So black. And it curls so beautifully."

"Mmm."

She kept on combing long after the tangles were gone.

"Do you think they left any food?" she asked, having abandoned the comb in favor of running her fingers through his damp curls.

His stomach growled at the thought. "Probably."

He felt her lips on the back of his shoulder and then the base of his neck, nuzzling through his hair. "I would kill for something other than fish and cactus roots," she murmured, pressing closer.

Loklan reached back blindly for her hand and drew it around to the front of his body. "This first," he said huskily, molding her fingers to his cock.

Eiara flattened her breasts against his back and curled her other arm around his waist, slender thighs bracketing his hips. "Are you hard from having your hair combed?" she asked playfully.

"I've been hard since the bath, and you know it," he growled. She'd been admiring it on and off the whole time.

The little sound of pleasure she issued against the back of his neck made him shiver. "How do you want me?"

"Bound and helpless," he growled, turning to pin her roughly against the pillows. "But since we haven't any rope yet, and I'm not prepared to go looking for some right now, we'll have a game." Then he pushed her legs up and thrust unceremoniously inside.

Eiara made a sound—half yelp and half gasp. It made his blood boil, and his cock jump hard inside her.

"Quiet," he commanded.

Her eyes widened.

"Not a sound," he continued darkly. "No moaning, or whimpering. Not. A. Peep."

Her gaze darkened in understanding.

This was the game. And since Eiara was quite vocal, it would be difficult for her to win.

Loklan planned to make it very difficult, indeed.

With that in mind, he pushed deep until she shuddered and tensed around him.

"You may gasp," he said, "As long as there is no vocalization."

The breath left her in a loud, shaky gush. She nodded.

"Good," he crooned, bending to her, "Give me your mouth."

She lifted her head and opened for him, gasping around his tongue as he began to thrust.

Loklan held her legs up and to the side with one hand behind her knees. With the other hand, he grasped her breast and held on, pumping forcefully.

After about half a dozen thrusts, he paused to wedge himself deep, rooting for the mouth of her womb.

Mouth closed, teeth clenched, Eiara gave a soft, muffled whimper.

He pulled out immediately, and her lips parted on a gush of breath. "Loklan—" she protested.

"Quiet," he snapped, releasing her breast to stroke himself roughly, holding his cock over her sex, so he could look at the swollen lips while he touched himself. "You get one more chance."

Her expression was agonized, but she kept quiet. Her head fell to one side.

"No," he growled. "Watch me."

Luminous green-brown eyes focused reluctantly on his moving hand.

"Can you see how wet I am?" he asked darkly. "My cock is slick from you."

Her throat worked silently as she fought not to moan.

"Are you going to be quiet?" he asked. "Or shall I make myself come like this?"

She shook her head vehemently.

"Say it. 'I won't make another sound, Loklan.' Just like that."

"I won't make another sound, Loklan," she whispered, eyes glazed with hunger.

Loklan pushed back inside and started pumping again, nice and hard, watching her face. She licked her lips, then bit them anxiously, eyes nearly closed, brow furrowed with focus.

He rode her like that for a long time, alternating between aggression and tenderness, rough and then teasing, working her into a frenzy.

She managed to remain silent for much longer than he'd expected, though her soughing breaths became more and more ragged.

But he wasn't done with her yet.

"So good," he breathed, tucking her knees over his shoulder and holding her thighs against his chest. "I'm going to come soon."

Her sex tightened.

"Goddess, you're so wet. You like this game, hm?" He bent and nipped her breast, bending her double in the process.

The angle made her gasp and stiffen.

"Does that hurt?"

She nodded once, eyes squeezed shut.

"Shall I stop?"

Immediately, she shook her head.

"You like the pain?" he said wickedly, thrusting harder, hitting bottom.

She tensed under him and nodded quickly, biting her lips to keep silent. It still amazed him—thrilled him—that she liked this. That his aggression, his violence, pleased her.

Her face bore the flush that heralded climax.

"Mmm. Good girl. You're starting to flutter inside. Are you going to come?"

Again, she nodded.

"Not until I say, alright? I want to come with your orgasm milking my cock."

Eyes still closed, she nodded yet again.

Then, as the pleasure gathered, Loklan proceeded to feed her a long, erotic description of how her sex felt around him, how sweet her little body was folded up beneath him. How hot she was and how he wanted to make her come.

Spoken in a low, silky growl, the words made her wild—just as he knew they would.

As his orgasm began to coalesce into a pulsing burn, she let loose a soft, helpless whine—Loklan tore it from her with a series of punishing thrusts.

When he pulled out she gave a tiny sob of frustration.

"You broke your promise," he growled. "And I was right on the edge. No orgasm for you, I think. How's that for punishment?"

He expected a pleading look—maybe even another whimper—but she glared at him.

Just try and stop me, that look said.

His cock twitched hungrily against the lips of her sex.

Time to up the ante.

Loklan gave her a heavy-lidded stare of challenge. "How shall I finish myself off, hm? Between your breasts? In your mouth?"

Still glaring, she waited.

"Perhaps I should sample a different orifice this time," he murmured.

Her eyes widened a fraction.

"No? You don't want my cock in your arse?"

Eiara swallowed loudly and said nothing.

"Undecided, then." He grinned. "I suppose you don't remember if you've ever been penetrated there before. It can be quite pleasurable for a lady if done correctly. It can also be very painful."

Her glare subsided into a faint pout.

"I want to come inside you," he went on. "I can fuck you that way without making you come. I feel quite certain."

"Loklan..."

"I did not give you permission to speak," he snapped with a funny little thrill. A wicked sort of excitement.

Eiara's teeth clicked together, cheeks flushing.

Damn, this was a delightful game. He put his fingers between her legs and slipped one digit inside.

"Still wet," he crooned. "Even wetter than before. You're enjoying this."

She glared again, playing her part beautifully—but her thighs flexed together, sex tightening on his finger.

"I can turn you over and spend in your arse," he said, "Or I can fuck your mouth. Your choice." He let go of her legs and sat back on his heels. "If you make it good for me, I might let you please yourself on my fingers afterward."

Eiara set her feet on the mattress beside his hip and lay there glaring up at him with narrowed eyes.

Loklan openly admired her breasts and belly while he waited.

"You have 30 seconds to choose," he prompted, "or I'm going to finish myself off with my hand and leave you to your own devices."

To his surprise, she turned over onto her belly.

Blast, his woman was going to kill him!

Releasing his breath in a loud gush, Loklan crawled up her body and straddled her ass, bending down to press his face into her hair.

"You wicked little monster," he groaned, resting a good deal of his weight on her. "You called my bluff."

She looked back over her shoulder in surprise.

"You win," he mumbled into her hair, pleased and disappointed at once.

"You're not going to do it?" she asked huskily.

"I can't take you that way without considerable lubrication," he explained. "I was only teasing."

She sighed and dropped her head to the mattress. "That was mean."

"And terribly fun," he added. "Did you really want me to do it?"

"I just want you inside me," she replied in that same husky tone. "I don't care where."

Goddess save me. Now those were words a man could get used to hearing.

"I thought you would choose to suck me." He nudged his cock into the crease of her ass and rocked gently. "But I would like to take you here."

For some reason, the thought of having access to every orifice in her body filled him with ferocious possessiveness. Also, intense lust. He wasn't particularly partial to anal sex—nor opposed to it—but he wanted Eiara in every way that he could have her.

She shivered a little beneath him. "Add it to the list, then."

"What list?" he asked, licking her neck and rubbing the tip of his cock against the puckered little mouth of her anus.

"Item one: over the table. Item two: bondage. Item three..."

Loklan chuckled. "I guess we do have a list." He lifted himself a bit and guided his cock between her legs.

Eiara gave a surprised little squeak as he penetrated. She was so wet her sex seemed to draw him directly in.

"I thought—" she broke off on a low moan. He seated himself to the hilt.

"You won our little game," he said. "Now you tell me what you want."

Her answer was immediate and wonderfully decisive.

"Fast," she breathed. "Hard. Bite me. Don't be gentle."

Gratified—body singing with illicit excitement—Loklan complied.

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[javierfogarty]

Javi stood by the bed for a moment, watching Joe slide his fingers between Marcia's legs and then comment on how wet she was. His fingers glistened and he soon moved to bury his face there with a pleased noise. The dom smoothed a hand along his love's back and leaned down to kiss his shoulder before climbing up onto the bed and settling himself behind his sister. His thick, strong thighs bracketed hers and he urged her to lean back against his chest. "You both look so lovely like this," he said, pressing a kiss to the side of his sister's head, his arms wrapping around her slim torso to cup her breasts. "And I know all about your ruined panties, Sweet Sister. You kept sending me naughty pictures while I made you wait." He playfully rolled her nipples between his fingers so she'd know he wasn't mad. "What do you think, Querido, do you think Marcia should get an orgasm from you right away since she had to wait so long?"

@submissivejberry

Marcia had been floating on air since arriving at her brother’s suite a few hours earlier. He was her safe place - he always had been; the grounding force keeping her together despite how often their family moved around, growing up. To be going through this experience - finding herself as a fully-marked submissive - with him nearby for support was a God send. Spending time with him and his dreamy submissive made it even better - especially considering how open they all were to what the evening could bring. She smirked when Javi mentioned her supposed patience. She’d really been anything but - whining to him about how excited she was, even snapping some photos of her drenched panties to send in their group chat ahead of the evening to let them know she was thinking of them. So, when Javi suggested they move things to the bedroom, Marcia could barely contain her squeal. She jumped up and took Javi’s hand excitedly, then took Joey’s in her other one. She giggled when the fellow submissive winked at her, biting her lip, she nodded and and then batted her lashes up at Javi. “Good timing, Sir. Another second longer and you two would have to carry me in there. I need you both so bad I’m starting to forget how to walk.” She chuckled, moving in to cling to Joey’s side as a demonstration. “Let’s go. I’m sooo ready…I just hope you’re ready for what Joey and I have in mind for you, Sir.” Marcia added, grinning up at Joey knowingly.

@javierfogarty

[whumperooni]

what’s mine is mine

Pairing: Touya Todoroki x Sister!Reader

Tags/Warnings: tw incest, tw breeding kink, scumbag squad, drugs and drinking, possessive behavior

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: This is in response to a big brained nonny! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to it!

“Touya-nii, do you want some- oh. Sorry, nii-san, I didn’t know you had guests over...”

Touya lifts his head from his phone to find you standing in the doorway- a curious tilt to your head and hands clasped behind your back. On the couch across from him, his shitty friends are looking at you- just as curious but with a look in their eyes that he doesn’t appreciate.

There’s a reason he doesn’t have them over when you’re home.

“Woah, Todoroki- who is this? Don’t tell me that’s your little sister. Where’ve ya been hiding her?”

Touya huffs as Keigo grins and you flush- teeth digging into your bottom lip, eyes lowering to the floor under the attention, a tiny smile threatening to form that Touya is very unhappy to see.

“C’mere, little birdy, let us see ya. Come say hi.”

The scowl that breaks across Touya’s face only makes Keigo smirk. Your eyes dart to Touya- seeking his approval, your face flustered- and Touya huffs again, rolls his eyes whenever Jin raises a brow toward him.

At least Tenko’s already gone back to playing his game- head bowed and bloodshot eyes only flicking toward you whenever Touya waves you over to him and you hesitantly enter the room.

He doesn’t like the way three sets of eyes run over your legs and he really doesn’t like the way Keigo’s smirk grows whenever his own eyes narrow.

Fuckin’ bastard. He’s nothing but scum.

Touya grabs your wrist as soon as you’re close enough to him to do so and he yanks you down onto his lap, ignores the squeak that leaves you whenever he wraps his arms around your waist and hooks his chin over your shoulder, rests a hand on your thighs.

“Asshole friends, this is my little sister. Sis, these are my asshole friends.”

“Yo.”

“Hey.”

“...mmm.”

“H-Hi...”

Keigo coos at your shy voice and Jin smiles a little- expression hazy from all the weed he’s smoked. Tenko glances at you- pointedly at your legs, between them- and Touya scowls, squeezes your thighs and pulls you even closer against him.

“Hey, baby, why don’t you come over here with us? If you want a lap to sit on, you can always use mine or Jin’s.”

“What about mine?”

“No one wants to sit on yours, weeb.”

“You can sit on mine,” Jin mumbles, barely audible over Tenko and Keigo’s squabbling. “I don’t mind.”

Your head moves with a shake and your fingers curl into your skirt- cheeks flaring as you press back against Touya. Something relaxes in his chest with that and he hugs you a little closer, smothers the impulse to lay his lips to your neck.

“N-No, thank you,” you mumble to Jin- so polite, so shy, so very good with your refusal.

“Didn’t want you to anyway.”

Touya snorts at that, just shakes his head when you look back at him in confusion.

Out of all of them, Jin’s probably the least likely threat. Tenko would be if he didn’t have a habit of staring and sneaking photos of any and every girl he can- he wouldn’t ever actually try anything on you, but Touya doesn’t want upskirt photos of his lil sis on that perv’s phone.

Keigo’s the worst by and far. And Touya will be damned if he lets his little sister get anywhere near that jackass with his sickly sweet charm, shit eating grins, and groping hands.

No way- you’re his.

“Nii-san,” you whisper, looking back at him with your cute little flushed cheeks and shy eyes. “Nii-san, I just came down to ask if you wanted some dinner. Natsuo-nii said he’d pick up some take-out...”

Natsuo? What the fuck are you doing hanging around Natsuo? That little shit should be on some cheesy date with his squeaky mouse of a girlfriend instead of trying to weasel in some time with you.

Touya doesn’t know which he hates more- the thought of his sleazy friends trying to flirt with you or the thought of you hanging out with your older brother, his younger brother.

When he only scowls in response, your face falls. You turn on his lap until you’re sat facing him- fingers curling into his shirt and brow furrowed, your bottom lip jutting out into one of those cute pouts of yours that you like to wear when you’re worried about him.

Over your shoulder, Touya can see Jin’s confusion and Tenko’s cocked brow, Keigo’s narrowed eyes. He flashes them a sneer that you can’t see and settles his hands on your hips, looks back down at you to see what’s got you bothered enough to forget your shyness.

“Onii-chan,” you start- voice tilting with a soft whine, something almost lecturing creeping through the words. “Nii-san, Natsuo-nii was just being nice. And you need to eat.”

Your hands run down his chest and your expression grows softer as you look up at him through your lashes, your voice gets quieter as you whisper to him,

“I worry about you, nii-san. You’re so skinny...”

The tips of your fingers press into the spaces between his ribs and Touya sighs as concern fills your eyes, ignores the stares of his friends from across the room.

“Fine, whatever,” he grumbles. “Get something for me and put it in the fridge. I’ll eat it later.”

“You promise?”

A huff leaves him and you pout whenever he rolls his eyes, but a nod of his head gets your lips quirking up with a pleased little smile all the same.

“I’ll get you some low mein,” you chirp, hands smoothing down his chest. “And I’ll have Natsuo-nii get you some beer too!”

“Aw, ain’t she just the sweetest.”

Keigo’s croon has you blushing and Touya huffs again once your head ducks- lips twitching with irritation as you squirm on his lap and the blonde across the room bares his teeth at him in a grin.

Fuckin’ dick.

“I, um, I- I should go tell Natsuo-nii,” you mumble, cheeks still flared up and voice dipping shy again. Touya just grunts and he squeezes your hips before giving one a little smack.

A press of soft lips to his cheek and then you’re off- Keigo, Jin, and Tenko all watching as you hurry out of the room and out of sight.

As soon as you’re gone, they look to him and Touya’s eyes narrow when a low whistle sounds from Keigo.

“Shit, Todoroki, and here I thought your whole family was just a bunch of dogs.”

“Oh fuck off,” Touya snaps, reaching for the blunt wraps with a scowl. “Don’t get any fuckin’ ideas, birdbrain.”

“Ideas?” Keigo laughs- grin still in place, turning sleazy. “Now why would I have any ideas about your cute lil sis and her cute lil tits.”

“I said fuck off.”

“She is pretty cute,” Jin mumbles, fingers scratching along his chest and lips holding a dazed smile that only has Touya scowling darker. “Like her ass...”

“Bet she cums like an ahego whore,” Tenko throws out without even looking up from his stupid fucking game. “Looks like a dumb slut.”

“Think the weeb’s right,” Keigo sneers. “Hey- she got a boyfriend, Todoroki?”

“I don’t know- you got a black eye?”

“Aw, cute- he’s protective.”

“Virgin then,” Tenko pipes up. “Bet she’d cream herself if she got kissed.”

A growl rips from Touya and the three bark out some laughs- Keigo and Tenko smirking while Jin’s dumb little smile grows.

He’s gonna fucking kill these assholes.

He knew they’d be nothing but scum when it came to you- he should’ve made sure you’d be out of the house before he let these three dicks come over for a smoke sesh.

Touya scowls and his friends keep up- slinging lewd comments and jeers as he smokes and stews.

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Two in the morning and Touya’s buzzed.

Buzzed and fucking pissed.

Those assholes didn’t let up all night. Every other sentence out of Keigo’s mouth was about fucking you, getting you on your knees, making you drunk and stupid so he could wreck your ass. Tenko kept comparing you to characters from his ero games and Jin kept mumbling how he wanted you to sit on his dick, warm his cock while he smokes.

Jin was bareable, kind of. But Tenko and Keigo?

It’s a goddamn miracle he didn’t break their faces.

Touya scowls as he watches his so called friends head out and narrows his eyes at one last jeer of “kiss your sis good night for me” tossed out ny Keigo.

Those fuckers need to learn some manners. Those fuckers need to learn who you belong too.

Scowl deepening, Touya heads toward your room- feet stumbling and teeth gritting.

You’re asleep when he barges in- face peaceful, blanket twined between your legs, fingers curled into the sheets. He looks over you for a second, runs his eyes over bared thighs and cotton panties, and then he walks toward the bed, climbs onto it.

As soon as the mattress dips, your lashes flutter open and you stir with a sigh. You don’t do more than give a sleepy blink when he brackets himself over you, offer him a fuzzy, drowsy smile.

“Touya-nii...? What...what time is it?”

“Two.”

A hum and a yawn, another sleepy little blink. You’re cute like this and usually Touya would just crash beside you, but he’s got other plans right now- stupid, drunk, dumb plans but plans all the same.

“Hey- hey, don’t go back to sleep.”

There’s a huff from you, a furrowing of your brows. But you obey him as you always do; you sit up with another yawn and rub at your eye with a loose fist, let him tug the covers off of you without a fuss.

“Nii-san...nii-san, what is it?”

Touya ignores you and he grabs onto your still sleepy face, pulls you closer until he can kiss you, make you whine and moan. You jerk, just a bit, at the way he bites into your bottom lip and then you’re melting into his touch, looking up at him through half-shut eyes whenever he breaks the kiss and runs his drunken gaze over your flushed face.

“Nii-san...?”

Touya grunts and thumbs away a dribble of spit from the corner of your lips, ignores the quiet confusion written all over your face. You press into his touch and he watches you blink, reaches over to flick on the lamp without looking. He almost knocks it over but he ignores that, too, and kisses you again- not caring if you’re blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden light or if you’re still thrown a little off kilter by his mood and his lingering scowl.

This kiss is rougher- his fingers snarling into your hair and his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, his grip tightening on your head. You whimper with it and Touya growls, doesn’t pull back until he feels you tremble and shake. Your lips part with a question, quivering and plumped up from his bites, and Touya huffs before it can sound, grits out his own.

“You love me, right?”

Your eyes snap open, you breathe in sharp and fast- bewilderment all over your face and any lingering traces of sleep evaporated in an instant. Your hands fly to his face and his lips twitch at the touch, he presses into it even if it’s a fucking weak little move.

“Touya-nii, of course I love you! I love you with all my heart!”

Sweet, a little hurt, absolutely sincere- you say it with wide eyes and so much concern that it makes him want to scowl even deeper, punch himself for being so stupid to even ask.

Of course you love him- he’s your nii-san after all.

Touya huffs and his shoulders relax a little, his tongue darts out to wet his lips as your brows scrunch together in worry.

You’re a good little sister. He doesn’t have anything to worry about- never will.

But fuck he’s still pissed.

“I wanna do something,” he half-growls out. “You’ll be good for me, yeah?”

A flush, a squirm. You nod, though- brows still furrowed and eyes scanning his face in search for some answer to your confusion.

“Of course, nii-san,” you whisper. “I- of course. What-”

“Take your clothes off. All of ‘em.”

A soft noise slips from you and you breathe in shakily, but there’s no hesitance in the way your hands rise to tug off your shirt.

Touya watches for a moment and then he gets up from the bed, walks over to the door and closes it, locks it.

You’re naked by the time he comes back- flushed but not embarrassed, bruises littered everywhere your clothes can hide them. Touya eyes the bruises, those marks he’s put all over his dear, sweet little sister, and his lashes lower, something hungry and greedy starts to grow inside of him.

You’ve never belonged to anyone but him.

He touches your cheek- soft in the moment, rough edges hazed over by your adoration. A tap to it has your lashes fluttering, a press of his thumb to your lips has you shuddering.

“We’re gonna make a lil movie,” he rumbles out. You startle, eyes flying wide open once again, but you don’t protest or tell him no even if unease has your fingers curling tight into the sheets.

You never tell him no.

“I...okay, nii-san...”

The compliance has him humming- thumb dipping past your parted lips so he can press it down against your wet tongue.

It’s sweet how you agree, satisfying- more satisfying then the beer he threw back all throughout the night and the weed he smoked away.

A lick to his lips and Touya pulls away, starts to strip away his clothes- hands fumbling, clumsy as he tries to undo buttons and zippers. You watch him silently- cheeks heating up and thighs pressing together- and your teeth find your bottom lip when he starts to tug down his boxers, when his cock springs free.

“Turn around,” he orders. “Get on your knees, put that fucking pretty face against the bed and raise that ass up for me.”

Shivering, you obey- a mewl slipping from you as you do.

Touya grabs his phone from his pants and he kneels by the bed, pulls up the camera and hits record.

You’re wet and it’s easy to see even in the lowlight, even on the shitty phone screen. When he grabs onto your ass with his free hand and spreads your cheek, your hole clenches- tightens and spreads and makes him smirk.

“So fucking wet for me,” he half-sneers, a laugh sounding through the words. “Look at this pretty lil cunt all soaked and eager.”

“T- Touya...”

He huffs at your little whimper of a whine and brings the phone even close, records the way your hips twitch and your cunt sucks in his thumb when he presses against it.

“So fuckin’ wet and warm. So tight,” he hisses. “All for me, baby- right?”

“Y- yes. It’s all- all for you!”

Touya snorts and he slips his thumb out so he can spread your pussy open again, presses his palm against it and then lays a wet smack to your ass that has you yipping, arching your hips even closer to him.

“You ever been with anyone but me?”

The sheets rustle as you shake your head and Touya grips your ass tight, digs his fingers in deep and makes you squirm, whine. When there’s no verbal answer, he spanks you again in warning and you whine even louder, press your thighs tight together.

“N- no! Just you! Just Touya!”

“You want anyone else?”

“No! Never!”

Touya grins and the restless anger in him quells, just a little, at your mewled loyalty.

A fucking good little sister indeed.

Touya aims the camera at the red blooming across your ass and then he stands, moves it over to capture your arched back. He runs his hand over your side and you shiver a little, press your hips back against him until his cock nudges at your soaked cunt.

“You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?” he half taunts- the words coming out sickly sweet, rough around the edges.

“Please!”

Your moan is even sweeter than his question- hips bucking back against his cock, fingers fisting the sheets tight in your hold.

“Think you can do better than that,” he huffs, leaning over until he can tangle his fingers into your hair. “Tell me how bad ya want it.”

A whine sounds- pathetic and flustered, pitching up sharp as he yanks your head up from the bed. The tiniest sob slips from you as he forces your head back and you stare up into the camera- cheeks flushed, eyes glittering, an undeniable need flourishing across your your face.

“Please, nii-san,” you beg, nearly breathless and so fucking sweet. “Please I want- I want you to fuck me! I want- want your cock!”

“Only mine?”

Another whine and you nod, whimper as your hair gets tugged and pulled by the movement.

“Only Touya-nii’s!”

“Good girl.”

A gasp from you and a cute little mewl- the praise has you flushing darker and a tremble wracking through your body, your lashes fluttering and falling half-shut.

“Nii-san, please...”

Touya grunts and the camera shakes in his hand for a moment before he steadies himself. He rocks against you, has you whimpering, and then he grips his cock, lets you bury your face back into the sheets as he starts to push his way into your eager little cunt.

You clench around him, so fucking eager as always, and Touya groans at that, lowers his phone to show off the way his cock slides into your plush little pussy with ease.

“So fucking wet, baby,” he praises- taunts- in a growl. “Ain’t never had a cunt like yours. So fucking tight and sweet. You were made to take my dick, weren’t cha?”

A shuddering moan wracks through you- body trembling and cunt clenching around his cock so tight it makes Touya hiss and claw his nails into your hips. You whimper at the sting and he doesn’t have to see your face to know you’ve got tears in your eyes, doesn’t have to hear any mewl or whine to know that you love it.

“I- I was made- was made- oh, nii-san!”

Touya snorts at your moan, tilts his head back with a groan as he sinks even deeper into your silken, squeezing little cunt.

“Throw those fucking hips back,” he snarls, orders. “Fuck yourself on me.”

A mewl and you do just as he says- rocking your hips back like the obedient girl you are and whining as his piercings drag along the throbbing walls of your pussy. Touya rolls his head back forward so he can watch and he angles the camera so he can capture the way the soft flesh of ass jiggles each time it meets his pelvis.

“So fuckin’ good,” he mumbles. “Takin’ it so well- best fuckin’ pussy around. No one fucks like my lil sis.”

It’s more to the camera- to the future audience- but you still whimper and grind against him, drags your nails over the sheets with a soft little whine.

“Nii-san- Touya-nii, please!”

“What? You gonna come already?”

“Please!”

Touya huffs and he lays a spank to your ass, drags out a moan and has your hips stuttering against him.

“Come on nii-san’s cock then. Come nice and pretty like a good girl.”

A whimper and then you’re trembling, whining as your cunt clenches and flutters around his cock. His teeth grit with the squeeze of your cumming pussy and Touya has to dig his nails back into your hip so he doesn’t moan- lips pulling into a growling snarl as he tries not to cum with you.

“Nii-san! Nii-san!”

He lets you moan and writhe and mewl until you limp beneath him and then he leans over you, presses his chest flat against your back and curls his fingers into your hair, jerks your head to the side and shoves the phone in your face.

He wants them to see your flushed face and muddied eyes. He wants them to see your fucked out face and fluttering lashes. He wants them to see your face as he cums inside of you, as you cum on his cock again.

Touya fucks into you- movement shallow, his cock still driving in so fucking deep- and you moan, shudder whenever his teeth scrape over your shoulder.

“You like nii-san’s cock fuckin’ deep inside you?”

“Oh- oh, yes! Love it nii-san!”

It comes out whiny- so fucking needy. Touya grunts when your cunt pulses around him and he fucks into you rough, makes you mewl out his name.

“Nii-san’s gonna fuckin’ fill ya,” he snarls. “Fill your tight lil cunt. Gonna fuckin’ breed ya! Breed my sweet lil sis- fuckin’ shit- gonna cream that cunt!”

“Please! Please! Touya- nii please!”

You beg so fucking sweet. Touya snarls and he fucks into you rough, pulls your hair tight as he shoots his cum deep into your needy little pussy, fills you to the goddamn brim with his seed. You cum, again, with him and you moan as you do- so loud and cute.

Whimpers rip from you as he humps his cum deep inside you and you shudder when he grinds into your cunt, coo dreamily whenever he lays a kiss to your flushed cheek.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs.

A mewl as you nod drowsily and Touya snorts at your sleepy smile, turns the camera to his face and sneers before ending the recording.

He drops it in the groupchat before he slides out of you and sits back on his knees. You nuzzle into the covers as he runs his hand through his hair and Touya huffs, snorts as you yawn.

“C’mon,” he tells you- maybe quietly fond in a way he’ll never admit-, “let’s crash.”

You hum and you nod and Touya lets you shuffle under the covers, follows after you and pulls you close.

He clicks off the lamp and the two of you drift off to sleep- satisfaction filling Touya as his phone goes off and a happy smile on your face. 

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Tenko is the first to watch the video.

He gets the notification in the middle of crushing up some pills. His first instinct is to just ignore it, but impulse has him reaching for the phone, has his thumb clicking the play button before he can really think about it.

His brow arches, but he’s not too surprised by the smut dropped into the chat- between Keigo and Touya it happens on the weekly and he’s more than used to it.

He could use new fap material, anyway.

Tenko settles back in his chair and takes his cock out, gives it a stroke as he eyes the cunt filling the screen.

Wet, cute- he’d like to fuck it, fill it.

Why the fuck does Touya always get such sweet pussy?

A scowl twists his lips, but his hand twists along with it- pumps along his shaft as he enjoys the sight of arched hips and a cute ass.

He’d fucking wreck that ass given the chance. Slam his dick deep inside and makes this bitch moan.

“You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?”

“Please!”

Fuck- what a good lil cunt.

Tenko grunts as he rocks into his fist, but then he fucking moans when he sees just who Touya is fucking.

Shit- fuck.

He knew the bastard was twisted but goddamn.

Tenko almost laughs, but he’s too busy jerking himself off even faster- eyes narrowed and teeth gritted, a pant sounding from him.

“Yeah, shit. Fuck that little sluts’s cunt. Breed your lil sis you fucking dick.”

He should be disgusted, probably. Horrified at the very least.

But fuckin’ hell this is hot and he’s been jackin’ it to shit like this for years anyway.

And, fuck, this is real- this is hottest shit he’s watched all month. All goddamn year.

Tenko cums before the clip is even over and he keeps fucking his fist even after, replays it with a hissed curse.

Touya better drop more after this. He better let them see this in real life- Tenko needs to see this slut’s fucked out face in the flesh, needs to shove his fingers into your moaning mouth and make you choke.

Tenko licks his lips and he saves the video- saves it a second time for a back up.

Just in case.

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The second person to see the video is Jin.

He’s home- drunk, high, smoking a cigarette and watching reruns of Doraemon.

He’s feeling fuzzy, good. The night had been chill and he had liked getting a glimpse of Touya’s little sister- you’d been real cute, real sweet. He had wanted you to sit next to him- maybe in his lap like Keigo had teased- and he had wanted to hug you close, get you just as high and fuzzy as him.

He might have a lil puppy dog crush on you now- how could he not with you so shy and sweet?

Jin hums as he thinks of you, scratches his stomach and grins sleepily- one laugh leaving him as he watches Nobita fail once again.

His phone buzzes and Jin fumbles a hand over until he can pick up, blinks and raises a brow when he finds a video in the chat.

Someone fucked or someone did something stupid.

Or fucked someone stupid.

A snort leaves him and Jin takes a draw of his cigarette, lounges back and presses play.

It’s the usual shit- hot and boasting and showing off a cute lil wet cunt, a soft and sweet ass. 

He’s a bit jealous, maybe. (Definitely)

He’s a bit too relaxed and heavy to get off on it, maybe. (No he’s not)

Eyes drawing half-shut, Jin reaches a hand down his sweatpants. He strokes himself lazily as he watches Touya spanks his mewling, whiny little slut and he smokes as he does, too- humming whenever he hears the plea to be fucked.

Cute. (Hot)

Whoever this is seems like a good little girl. (A needy little whore)

A small grunt leaves him when he watches Touya tangle his fingers into hair, but a gasp of “shit” leaves him whenever a head is jerked back and he sees a cute, flushed face that he definitely knows.

“What the fuck?”

He has to pause the video, bring the phone up to his face and squint at the screen.

He’s not seeing this right- can’t be seeing this right. He’s too drunk, too stoned. too fucked up- his vision is betraying him. It has to be.

...right?

Jin stares at the screen. He stares and stares and stares. His thumb hovers over the screen, hesitating, and the ashes from his cigarette fall onto his bare chest while he tries to decide what to do.

Touya wouldn’t really...he’s not really fucking his little sister is he?

No way. No fucking way.

(Yes fucking way)

Jin blinks and his thumb hit the screen, he swallows as he watches you beg for your big brother’s cock.

Fuck, that’s sick. That’s disgusting.

(That’s so fucking hot.)

His cheeks flush and his eyes widen, draw back down to lazy slits. His fingers twitch along his cock, tighten back around it when he gets treated with the sound of a whimper, a moan.

You sound so fucking good. (You sound so fucking whiny)

You’re so cute- you probably have such a tight, wet little pussy. (You probably have such a sloppy, fucked out cunt if Touya fucks you like this on the regular)

Shit, he wants to know how your cunt feels. He wants you on his lap, wants to feel you clench around his cock like a good little girl.

(A good little whore)

It’s too much to watch- too much to handle. Jin closes his eyes and tilts his head back with a groan, jerks himself to all the mewls and growls and groans and begs that sounds from the phone.

He comes along to the sound of you coming and he shudders after it, drags his hand over his cock and wipes the mess over his sweats.

...fuck. He shouldn’t have done that- he shouldn’t have watched that. He’s not going to be able to look you in the eyes if he ever gets to see you again.

(Fuck your eyes- he wants to look up your skirt, see that cute little pussy again)

Jin frowns and he runs his hand through his hair, tosses his burnt out cigarette into the ashtray before lighting another.

On the tv, Doraemon laughs. On his phone, Touya kisses your cheek and smirks at the camera- at Jin.

Fuckin’ dick. (Lucky bastard)

Jin shakes his head and he closes his eyes again, takes a draw and blows out a plume of smoke toward the ceiling.

...he’s got some fucked up friends. (No more fucked up than him)

A grimace and then Jin looks to his phone, taps on the screen and watches through heavy lidded eyes as his friend fucks his sweet little sister.

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Keigo’s the last to see the video- he finds it in the chat after he’s sent the neighbor girl back home, after he’s gotten some head and drawled out promises of feelings that he’ll never feel for some dumb little whore with aspirations of home in the ‘burbs and a passel of brats.

He snorts when he sees it, thinks it’s just some busted bitch that Touya talked into coming over so he could rail his anger out.

Touya’s always been a touchy little shit.

He stills plays it, though- drops down on to his bed and kicks back, takes a swig of beer.

It’s a pretty little cunt that gets flashed his way- wet and eager, nice and snug looking. Keigo rolls his eyes whenever Touya’s fuckin’ voice sounds, but he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy the sight of that cute cunt sucking in a rough thumb, the sound of a little whimpers and mewls.

Not a bad pussy, not a bad voice- maybe this slut isn’t that busted?

Or maybe she’s just a butterface.

A snort and Keigo lazily works his hand down his chest, underneath his sweatpants. He strokes him even if he’s just half hard and he lets his gaze drift to something half-lidded, amused and lazy.

“So fuckin’ wet and warm. So tight. “All for me, baby- right?”

Fuckin’ show off- as if this one ups the coed Keigo had last week, as if this one ups the way he had fucked her throat raw in the library and came all over her dumb face, all over her fat tits.

“Y- yes. It’s all- all for you!”

Wait a second...

Keigo blinks and his brow arches as he watches Touya lays a smack across a cute little ass.

That voice sounds kind of familiar. Someone he’s fucked before? Did Touya snag one of his sloppy seconds?

Fuckin’ maybe- fucker is stupid and petty enough to do that.

Not that Keigo cares, though- he’s never fucked anyone that he’d get jealous over.

It’s more funny than anything, actually.

Keigo snorts, again, and he pumps his cock with a sneer.

“You ever been with anyone but me?”

Yeah, you’ve been with someone better. Will probably come crawling back to him, too, when you’re left dissatisfied by Touya’s weak ass stroke game.

“N- no! Just you! Just Touya!”

...what?

“You want anyone else?”

“No! Never!”

What?

Who the fuck is this bitch?

Keigo scoffs as he hears a beg to be fucked sound, rolls his eyes as he watches skinny fingers tangle into hair.

Maybe he’ll have to hunt down this slut and wreck her, shove it in Touya’s face right back.

Keigo drags his palm over his cock right as Touya jerks a headful of hair back and Keigo damn near crushes his dick whenever he catches sight of just who Touya has caught in his clutches.

Oh that fucking bastard. That son a bitch.

A slew of curses hisses from him and Keigo snarls as he takes in your teary, needy face, as he hears his creep of a friend’s little sister beg to be fucked by Touya.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

The growl spits out of him and Keigo is barely aware of it- can’t fucking care about it as he watches Touya nail his cute lil sis.

This is absolute fucking bullshit. He can’t believe that fucking prick is railing his sister. He can’t believe that petty fucking asshole is dumb enough to show it off.

What the fuck? What the absolute fuck?

Keigo’s hand moves faster and he snarls as he twists his wrist, as pre-cum spills all over his fingers.

Touya doesn’t fucking deserve that cute lil pussy. Touya doesn’t deserve to rail you with your sweet ass and mewling moan and hot little whines. Touya doesn’t fucking deserve you at all.

It doesn’t cross his mind for one moment how wrong the whole situation is. It doesn’t cross his mind that he should be disgusted over a brother fucking his little sister, that he should be disgusted over the way Touya hisses promises of fucking breeding his little sister’s cunt.

If he’s disgusted it’s only because he’s not the one fucking you- that Touya got to you first.

Oh, Touya is going to fucking regret this.

He’s going to fucking ruin you.

Keigo hisses as he cums and he growls as Touya’s stupid fucking lips quirk into a smirk on the screen, snarls and throws his phone down onto the bed as his hips jerk and pound against his fist.

“Fucking bitch! Stupid fucking whore!”

No wonder you were so goddamn shy. No wonder you didn’t sit in his lap like you should’ve. It wasn’t him- it was you; it was Touya.

The beer bottle gets swiped to the floor and Keigo growls as he rips his hand from his pants and scrubs the cum on his sheets.

Touya’s going to fucking pay for this.

Keigo saves the video and he scowls as he does- face dark, teeth gritted, stormy plans of revenge brewing in his mind.

[mellowswriting]

Kisses

pairing || Max Philips x afab!Reader

summary || anon request for  “I know I’ve kissed you like ten times, but just like another ten, please.” with Max Phillips

word count || 1,352

warnings || a little sauciness but no explicit smut (this is a post sex fic lol), fluffiness, uhhh blood drinking (this is a vampire we’re talking about here), a bit of praise

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If anyone had told you that you would find yourself in your boss's bed, sweat slick and sated, you wouldn’t have exactly been surprised. There was a tension that held the two of you tightly, wound around your bodies and left your words dripping with need. It confused the shit out of you - Max Phillips wasn’t exactly your type, per se.

In fact, he was a dickhead.

Every time you entered his office, Max’s  eyes would find your tits before your face. Nearly each conversation was marked by a cocky smirk and some downright terrible come on that would make your eyes roll into the back of your head.

But that eye roll was forced more often than not. Max’s crude promises of torn sheets, love bites, and too many orgasms to count were tempting despite his cockiness. Normally men like that didn’t have the goods to back up their claims, but there was something… different about Max.

It was that glint in his eyes when he saddled up behind you in the break room, trapping you between his body and the counter with his arms bracketing your body, his voice low as he asked you to pretty please pass the coffee creamer. It was the subtle tightening of his fists when you returned his teases, his biting remarks. It was the way he ran his tongue over his teeth as he gave you one of those looks, the ones that told you he wanted to eat you up right there in his office.

You didn’t learn that he was a vampire until after the first time he fucked you. You were well aware that they existed, had met a few before in your lifetime, but that didn’t retract from your immediate reaction of surprise. It made sense, though, once you got over that initial shock. You had never met someone more ‘vampire’ than Max fucking Phillips.

Your head rolled on his pillow slowly, the hazy exhaustion that followed the orgasms he wrung out of you still heavy in your veins. A soft pair of lips were trailing over your bare shoulder and you sighed at the feeling, your hand finding the back of Max’s head to bury in his hair. The groan that followed as you scratched his scalp gently made you hum with happiness. He was so responsive to your touch. It was something you loved about him.

Max tilted your head so he could kiss your lips and you could feel him settle over you, his knees pressed into the mattress on either side of your hips. His presence made you feel safe. It had surprised you the first time you felt it, but you had grown used to the protection you felt at the firm press of his body over yours, had even grown to crave it. You held him close, leaning up into his touch slightly, and you could feel the smirk he gave against your lips. He broke away for a moment, his eyes finding yours and holding your gaze with an unexpected softness.

More kisses were pressed along your jaw, Max seemingly just reveling in getting to touch you and soak in your warmth. You sighed, tilting your head to give him all the access he could possibly want. Chills worked over your body at the gentleness, the soft side of Max Phillips that no one else got to see. The nip of his sharp teeth pulled you from your pleasant haze and you slapped at the back of his head slightly before grumbling a low, “Gentle,”

“Let me have a taste, baby.” Max cooed against your neck, licking along your pulse in that way he knew you loved and trailing up your jaw to nibble at your earlobe.

“Hmmm,” You hummed as he leaned back to look at you, his chin set on your sternum. “Ask nicely.”

“Pretty please?” Max gave you his best puppy dog eyes with his bottom lip pouted out slightly, and how could you deny that?

You said nothing, just smiled and guided him back to your neck. The first time he had sunk his teeth into your soft skin, you had been apprehensive. Just knowing that the man that buried his face against you could kill you with little effort left you borderline terrified - but he had been surprisingly gentle, kept checking in to make sure you were okay. Plus he showed his appreciation afterwards with his face buried between your thighs for damn near two hours.

The first breaking of your skin startled you a bit, just like it always did, made you hiss in pain but you knew the hazy, almost drunk feeling would flow over you soon enough. It reminded you of the stretch of his fingers buried inside of you, the sweet bite of pain that promised a heavy dose of pleasure to follow. Max moaned against you, his tongue working your skin with repetitive rolls as he took you in, drank your endorphin rich blood with fervor.

Max didn’t stay there for long, didn’t want to take too much, never ever wanted to leave you actually harmed. He gave the wound little kitten licks, letting the healing elements of his saliva patch you right up. Your eyes were half-lidded as you absentmindedly continued rubbing at the back of his head, but you weren’t as out of it as you seemed - the second he leaned in for another kiss, your other hand covered his lips.

“Rinse your mouth first.” You mumbled, cheekily kissing the back of your hand right where his lips would have been if you hadn’t so rudely stolen his favorite affection. Max listened though, rolled right out of his bed and went to his bathroom. You took the opportunity to grab his white undershirt where it was tossed on the floor and slide it on, relishing in the extra warmth it brought you.

It made Max whine as he climbed back into bed and right back into your arms. “As good as you look in my clothes, I wanna feel you, sweetcheeks.”

You just grabbed his hands and guided them under the shirt, unsurprised when he went right for your breasts. He buried his face right back in your neck and you were just so comfortable, you couldn’t imagine getting yourself back to your own apartment. It was an unspoken part of the little tryst - no sleepovers. But that rule felt absurd with how fucking right it felt to have your favorite asshole vampire in your arms. So you swallowed your fear and took the step. “ ‘M too tired to drive, Max.”

“So don’t.” He sighed, kissing at your collarbone. “Stay. Be my little space heater.”

“Am I gonna get any sleep tonight?” You teased, referencing his annoying need for barely a few hours thanks to his vampiric nature, trying to hide the relief you felt at his immediate acceptance.

“I’ll let you sleep, baby.” Max said in an unusually gentle tone, and you glanced down at him, softening at how blearily happy he looked in that moment. He took a deep breath, obviously trying not to let himself be too vulnerable, the position one that made him deeply uncomfortable and itching to slip back into that frat boy persona he had perfected over the years. But he didn’t want to be a dickhead to you - not entirely at least. “I know I’ve kissed you like ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

You smiled, sleepy and bright. “Of course,”

Max pushed you further into his bed, enthusiastically kissing you like his life depended on it. He may be a dickhead, he may drive you fucking crazy with his innuendos and constant need to make everything dirty, but he was your dickhead. Only you got to kiss him, only you got to bury your hands in his hair, only you got to feel the brain-melting pleasure of his hands and his tongue and his cock. You curled your arms around him as the kiss slowly became lighter little pecks, happy to exist in your little bubble with your favorite little vampire.

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I just wrote 1K in one sitting for a chapter that I'm probably months away from actually sitting down and writing, but I love it so much!!!! So, here's a peek because I'm like very excited?

This is for the Pacific Rim AU I'm writing, it's going to have multiple chapters and hopefully awesome Bakudeku moments:

They got into the garage and Izuku gasped. The sight of the orange motorcycle Kacchan had gotten for his seventeen birthday greeted him. It was in peak condition, except for some bumps and scratches on the paint. Izuku had wondered about its destiny after Kacchan left for the Jaeger Program, whether he had taken it with him to the Shatterdome or sold it, but apparently the Bakugous had cared for it.

"You still have it," he whispered awed.

Kacchan ignored him and picked up a familiar green helmet with “Deku” written on the back from one of the shelves, and threw it at him. Izuku noticed first the dust covering it, then the crack on the visor and the scratched paint. He didn’t remember breaking his helmet, and as he lifted his face to ask, he saw the crack on the wall, and a hole in the plaster the size of the object in his hands, and decided to stay quiet. Kacchan must have thrown it against the wall with all his strength after their fall out and he didn’t wish to bring attention to it. Izuku was perfectly happy with the fact that he still had it, whatever the state of it.

Kacchan activated the remote control of the garage door and pushed his motorcycle outside, Izuku shuffling behind him. The blond climbed on it after putting on his black helmet, but he hesitated.

“Just hop on, Deku, I don’t have all day,” Kacchan said as he started the engine, letting it heat up.

"Sorry," he muttered. Izuku got his head inside the broken helmet, took a deep breath despite the smell, and carefully hopped on. He was practically flushed against him, thighs bracketing Kacchan, and he tentatively brought his hands to his hips, fingertips featherlike on his clothes. Kacchan huffed, grabbing his wrists and pulling his arms firmly around him.

“I’m not slowing down, so you better grab on tight.” There was no trace of the playfulness or mirth he used to have in his voice when they were younger. Kacchan talked to him like he was giving instructions to a stranger, and Izuku refrained from hooking his chin on his shoulder like he used to do before everything.

They tore off the entry, and his muscle memory took over. He clenched his legs and tightened his hold when Kacchan sped up, and when he slowed down Izuku leaned in, touching his chest to his back. So much of riding behind someone on a motorcycle it was reading the movement of the vehicle and adjusting your body to it, mindful of the driver. The first time Izuku had been on it, he couldn’t stop clashing heads with Kacchan every time he sped up or hit the brakes. In his defense, Kacchan drove with a mix of excitement, fear, and teenage stupidity. It had been so hard to let himself really relax into the position, and trust Kacchan to keep them upright, but Izuku always trusted him, even with his life if necessary, so it was just a matter of time before he loved the motorcycle as much as his friend did.

As they flew past the streets, Izuku reflected on how he hadn’t touched him since their brutal fight in the Combat Room, and now he could hold him, even for a little while, before Kacchan went back to pushing him away. Izuku did his best to act casual; he didn’t want to make obvious how wonderful it was for him to have him so close, to be able to feel the heat from his body shielding him from the cold wind, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest, totally at ease on top of this powerful machine, as they drove to the cemetery.

Izuku closed his eyes, and pretended this was just another ride for them, one of the many they had taken around town to wind down from their lives, only the other’s silence for company and the comfort of their bodies pressed together. Izuku never needed more back then, and this was the closest to it he had had in three years.

He had to savor it while it lasted.

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Yes, there's someone dead, and yes, they have to fix many things between them in this story, but this is just a taste of the whole scene, because I'm happy as fuck! I'm just so excited about tackling a big story after Here Here and I really hope I still have it in me to deliver a story worthy of their bond!

[minor-solemnity]

Curiosity pt. 5

(There’s smut btw)

In the dim light, he looks more sinister and more beautiful than you’ve ever seen him. A low-light creature designed to ensnare and tempt those who stray too far from the light. You can imagine what you look like to him, wide eyes, mouth slightly open, your entire body trembling with something that can’t accurately be described as fear or anger. 

Another essay deadline means another exhausting weekend spent in the library whilst the rest of your friends spend their free time enjoying themselves. At least it's Charms this time around. You’re researching the methods behind apparation and floo powder as methods of instantaneous transportation and are quite enjoying the intellectual debate between Charms masters that seems to span decades when Stephanie throws her bag down on the table next to you. You glance up at her confused as to why she’s decided to join you when you catch the worried crease between her brows. “Everything alright?” 

She sighs and shakes her head and glumly passes you a scroll of parchment. The letter is from Larkins. He says that she’s been playing too poorly and obviously isn’t cut out for the rigorous training and dedication it takes to compete for Hogwarts and for any Pro team in the future. He is, of course, completely wrong on all counts. “I need a reference from him if I have a chance of playing Pro. So… you know, everything is actually incredibly bad. My life is essentially over.” She slumps further down into her chair and stares listlessly at the stack of book you have on the table.

“Your life isn’t over.” You say sharply, ignoring the reproachful glare the librarian shoots your way. “Leave this with me. I’ll figure something out.” She looks very unconvinced. “Trust me, I’ll sort it.” You give her a reassuring smile and she leaves, still looking despondent but maybe also a little relieved. It’s hardly a secret that you can be ruthless when it comes to looking out for your friends.

Once you’re alone, you pull the quill out of your robes and place it on the desk in front of you, just watching it. You're still staring at it intently when you hear a soft laugh from just behind you and you jump in your seat, startled. Riddle laughs again and before you can stop him, he’s reaching over your shoulder and plucking the quill up delicately, twirling the quill elegantly between his fingers. You stare up at him, panic writ clear across your features and he raises an eyebrow before delicately returning the quill to the desk.

“I believe this conversation would be best suited somewhere a little more private, don’t you?” Without waiting for a response, he gracefully pushes back from the table, stretching out like an oversized purebred cat, and leads you by the shoulder to the restricted section. You wonder briefly how he can be so confident that he can just waltz into this area of the library, but you shake that thought out of your head quickly; Riddle probably charmed the librarian into giving him a pass and with it complete access to you away from prying eyes. Your stomach is in knots as you follow him into the deepest corners of the library, and you can’t tell if it’s because of worry or excitement at the thought of being alone with him. Merlin, you’re in trouble.

You watch for a moment and he seems to be trying to decide something, some internal conflict flickering across his face before his expression settles and he  takes a deliberate step towards you. He presses you against one of the desks, his arms bracketing you so that you’re essentially trapped. In the dim light, he looks more sinister and more beautiful than you’ve ever seen him. A low-light creature designed to ensnare and tempt those who stray too far from the light. You can imagine what you look like to him, wide eyes, mouth slightly open, your entire body trembling with something that can’t accurately be described as fear or anger. 

That slow satisfied smirk you’ve come to know far too well curls his upper lip as he watches you, dark eyes glittering in the candlelight. Slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, he moves a hand and gently presses his palm to the curve of your waist. You don’t - can’t - move. Your breath feels as though it’s caught in your chest, as though breathing too harshly will shatter whatever is happening into pieces. He trails his hand up the side of your shirt, tugs your robes off your shoulders, and presses closer still so that you’re half sitting on the desk behind you, half leaning on him for balance. You can feel the warmth of his body underneath his shirt as you spread your palms across his body for support. He feels sturdy, tense, as though this is as disorientating for him as it is for you. 

He’s watching you and that glint of curiosity that you’d first noticed at dinner and then again outside Larkins office is back. He looks at you as though you are the single most interesting thing he’s encountered and that makes you brave. Slowly, you reach up and curl your fingers around his neck and he breathes in sharply. You’re not sure who breaks first, who makes the first move but suddenly his grip on your waist tightens and your hands are tugging at his hair, pulling him down, closer and then his lips are brushing yours. He kisses you like he’s trying to figure you out like you’re a puzzle designed specifically for him to solve and who knows? Maybe you are. 

All you can really be certain of is that it feels good. It feels so unbelievably good. Your touches becomes frantic and he pushes you back further onto the desk, one hand curving around your throat adding pressure - not enough to hurt, but enough to make you dizzy with want and need and so much more. His other hand moves to your thigh, leaving trails of goosebumps as he skims higher and higher until his fingers brush against the laced edge of your underwear and you let out a shuddering gasp of want. He smirks against your jaw and bites a bruising kiss just below your ear. “Tell me what you’re hiding,” He whispers soft and dangerous and you’re too caught up in the sensation of his fingers rubbing circles over the damp cloth of your underwear that you don’t think before nodding. 

Just as suddenly as he started, he pulls back and you keen at the distance between the two of you. He hums quietly and you’re dimly aware of the fact that his pale skin is flushed and his eyes are bright with desire and something else that you can’t quite decipher. Before you can pull him back to you, he drops to his knees and your eyes widen when you realise exactly what is about to happen. “Tell me what you’re hiding,” He coaxes as he tugs your underwear down your legs and drops them unceremoniously on the floor. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and flattens his hand against the meat of your thigh, pinning you in place. 

Your entire body feels as though it’s on fire and you stare down at him with wild eyes as his gaze flickers briefly to you before he turns his attention to the task at hand. He barely touches you is the thing. Presses teasing kissing against the hollows of your hips, tongues delicately at your folds, but he doesn’t… There’s not… It’s not enough and every time you move to try and push closer or grind against his mouth to get some kind of friction, he grips your thighs and hips in a warning. You realise with a mixture of annoyance and grim admiration that he isn’t going to do more than tease unless you start talking.

And you do. You gasp and shudder and bite your lips to stop yourself from moaning and you talk. You tell him about Larkins’s underground betting ring over matches, the bribes and promises he’s been making to ensure that certain players will get a place on a Pro team, about the way he’s been tampering with brooms to give unfair advantages to certain teams. All the while, Tom rewards you with his tongue, exploring, curling, lapping, slow and sensuous one moment then fast and hot and so fucking filthy the next. As with most things, he’s frustratingly talented. 

You’re telling him about Larkins’ family - four children, a wife who refuses to work - you hold his entire family’s future in the palm of your hand when you feel your orgasm build with startling speed, it starts in the arches of your soles and spreads upwards until your thighs are shaking and your head is thrown back in a silent, ragged scream of pleasure. You’re still gasping for air, twitching through the aftershocks of your orgasm when he pulls away, and he stares up at you - his mouth wet and red and - with curiosity and something that you’re not stupid enough to think is wonder glittering in his dark eyes. 

Tom climbs to his feet and you make a move to return the favour but he brushes your hands away. “Later.” The next time he touches you it’s shockingly gentle. He smoothes back your sweat-slick hair and runs his thumb over your cheekbone. “You could ruin his life,” He murmurs, “His family’s lives.” Tom doesn’t sound disgusted as you might expect. He sounds reverent. 

“For Stephanie.”

Something flashes across his expression and he shakes his head, “No. Don’t lie to me. Don’t pretend that this is just for her anymore. Don’t pretend that you’re not doing this just because you can.” You open your mouth to protest and have have to shut it when you realise that he’s not wrong. You do enjoy the sense of control you have over Larkins’ future. And Tom knows it too. He leaves you to sort yourself out, which is an odd display of modesty for someone who had five minutes ago brought to one of the most powerful orgasms of your life with his tongue.

When you finally exit the restricted section, Tom is sitting at your abandoned desk. There is a thick folder in front of him. He looks completed collected, every bit the perfect student and prefect he makes himself out to be and the smirk he shoots you makes your stomach drop. “I think I remember saying that by the end of this, you’d want to tell me what you’ve been hiding. I must say when I first realised you were up to something I hadn’t imagined find out what would be half as entertaining.” Anger and shame sweep over you, leaving you feeling cold and dirty. You can’t stand to look at him. Can’t stand to see his features twisted into that awful smirk. It’s been a game to him. Everything he’s done has been calculated. The ends justifying the means. You feel bile rise up your throat and you scowl as you rush past him, desperate to be as far away from him as possible. 

It’s only when you’re in the safety of your dormitory that you realise you’ve left the folder on the desk.

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)

[littledrummeraussie]

ANGIE CONGRATS BBY!!! you deserve everything & more!! Love you!!! 🍭Can I get a smutty/fluffy Calum fic him returning from tour?

Anna darling 😍 ❤️ what do you think about both? Cause I couldn’t help myself. 🥺🔥 😍

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”You’re awake, baby?”

You felt the end of the mattress dip, a body climbing up over yours, knees and arms bracketing you in as a soft kiss was pressed against your cheek.

”Calum?” you sleepily mumbled, not yet ready to open your eyes and risk your nice dream to slip away as reality took over.

”Were you hoping for someone else?” he chuckled, kissing your cheek once again before whispering in your ear. ”Open your eyes.”

”Promise me you’re not just a dream,” you rubbed your face against the pillow, not exactly convinced that he was there.

Calum hummed above you, clearly finding your sleepy thoughts funny before suddenly letting his weight drop against your back, making you shriek as he laughed into your neck. He wrapped his arms around you as much as he could, lips kissing your shoulders and neck as you tried to catch your breath, soon starting laughing with him as you were over your first shock.

”You’re unbelievable,” you shook your head, lightly pushing back against him as he buried his face in your hair, sighing happily. ”And heavy.”

”That’s muscle weight, baby,” he kissed into your ear, making you giggle again. ”Your man’s been working out.”

”So they’ve told me,” you rubbed your face against his stubbly cheek, feeling his smile on your skin. ”Alright, time for push-ups. I need to see you and I can’t move with all of that glorious weight on me.”

Calum’s chest rumbled against your back as he laughed at your remark, pushing up on his hands and knees again so you could turn around under him. And you did just that, finally able to look at your boyfriend – and what a sight he was; jaw stubbly, hair messy, longer than you’ve remembered with blond strikes, his tattoos peeking out from under his tank top. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair as you pulled him back to you, and he leaned forward, foreheads resting together and his lips brushed a kiss against yours.

”Hey stranger,” you gave him a sleepy smile, still stroking his curling hair. ”Missed you around these parts. Thought you might have forgotten about little old me.”

”Could never,” he shook his head with a grin, kissing you again. ”Was busy taking over the world. But I always come home to you.”

”You better do that,” you chuckled, thumbs lightly running over his eyebrows. ”Gosh, Cal, I really did miss you like crazy.”

”Wanna prove it to me?” he bit his bottom lip, a sparkle in his eyes, and you knew you were lost.

Your hands slid down from his neck to his shoulder blades, down on his sides to curl your fingers into the elastic of his sweatpants, tugging on it a little before Calum had enough and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand against his hardening cock. He let out a moan as your palm rubbed against him, fingers stroking him over the fabric, making him even harder. He cupped your jaw to kiss you hard, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as your fist tightened around him, and he swatted your hand away to kick off his sweats. Before you knew it he was already pulling off the blankets, his fingers quickly tugging off your sleep shorts as well, and in the next moment you found yourself above him, thighs resting on both sides of his hips.

Calum gave you a cheeky grin as he tickled your sides, squeezing your ass cheeks and pulling your closer, and you felt a shiver run through you when you’ve realized what his plan was. He took off his shirt, throwing it across the room, then curled his arms around your thighs, making you let out a squeal as he tugged you up and over his face. You grabbed onto the headboard as you felt his tongue slowly lick between your folds, swirling around your clit quickly before licking you again.

”Fuck, Cal, don’t tease,” your sigh was shaky as his fingers spread your pussy lips, and he hummed, clicking his tongue.

”I just came home from tour and you’re already bossing me around,” he lightly shook his head before licking around your hole, tongue slipping in slightly. ”It’s really cute, babe, how you think you are in charge.”

You already had a smart comment at the ready, but your choked on your words as Calum wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you impossibly close as he buried his face in your pussy, eating you out like it was the single most important thing in his life. When he wasn’t tongue fucking you he was sucking on your clit, and you felt dizzy as your hands slipped from the headboard to tangle into his hair, not sure if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer. Your moans were getting higher as you felt the pleasure start building inside of you, making your skin tingle and your toes curl.

Calum groaned as he looked up at you, the sound vibrating against your clit and making you whine. You bit your lip as you looked into his eyes, hips moving against his tongue as he worked you towards your orgasm. Then you pulled one of your hands out of his hair, reaching behind yourself to wrap your fingers around his cock, and started stroking him, trying to match his pace. Cal shifted under you to get more comfortable, his own hand reaching up to tug your shirt down until one of your tits slipped out, and he gave a hard tweak to your nipple, playing with it as he stilled licked you.

”Calum… Cal– Calum, I can’t… I’m close, I– fuck, Cal–” you babbled above him until you couldn’t take it anymore, your thighs squeezing around his head as you grabbed the headboard again, letting your orgasm wash through you.

Calum wrapped his arms back around your thighs, tongue and lips working tirelessly as he licked you through your pleasure, only stopping when he felt your hand in his hair again, your fingers aimlessly running through his messy locks. He pressed a kiss on the inside of your thigh, fingers caressing your skin as he waited for you to catch your breath.

”You’re so beautiful like this,” he licked his lips, and you felt yourself blush, a giggle leaving your lips.

”Shut up.”

Cal wrapped his arms around you again to lift you up until he could sit up, pulling you back into his lap and against his cock, his dick pressing between your wet pussy lips and you whined into your kiss. He tugged on your shirt again, palms cupping your breasts and massaging them, thumbs playing with your hard nipples, and you could only grind yourself against his cock, feeling helpless in his lap, and loving every second of it.

”Fuck me, please?” your fingers tangled into his hair to pull him to your mouth again, never getting tired of his kisses. ”Please Cal, missed you so much. Jus’ fuck me, please.”

”Beautiful and desperate,” he chuckled against your lips, adjusting you in his lap and lining up his cock with your entrance, pushing in just the tip. ”Hmm, more, baby?”

”More,” you lightly scratched at his chest with your nails, lips brushing against his ear as you whispered. ”All of it.”

A deep groan left Calum’s lips as he pulled you down on his cock, sinking his whole length into you before pulling out and pushing back again, fucking into you quickly. You buried your face in his neck as he grabbed your ass, moving you up and down on his dick, balls slapping against your ass. You needed to whine when he suddenly stopped, cock buried all the way inside you, and he pulled your face to his, kissing you with tongue and teeth before curling his fingers around your chin, tilting your face up to his.

”Ride me until I cum inside you,” he squeezed your hips, motioning you to start moving back and forth on his cock.

He didn’t need to ask you twice as you wrapped your arms around his neck, rocking your hips and moving up and down, quickly falling into a familiar rhythm and pace he liked. Calum’s arm wrapped around your back, his face tucked against your neck as he breathed you in, the hand on your ass slightly guiding you as both of you got lost in each other. His noises let you know that he was close, and you felt the tingles start up again, making you move a little faster in his lap. Suddenly Calum picked you up, lying back down on the bed and planting his feet into the mattress, pulling you back on his cock and fucking up into you, and you grabbed onto his shoulders, his name the only thing on your lips as the tip rubbed against your g-spot, and in seconds you started clenching around him, soaking his dick as he fucked you through your orgasm.

It only took a few more quick snaps of his hips for Calum to finally reach his own pleasure, pushing his head back against the pillow as he pulsed inside you, filling you up with his hot cum. Both of you whined as he pushed you down on his cock again, then he wrapped his arms around you to pull you to his chest, tucking your face against his exposed neck. You let your lips brush small kisses against his pulse point, his own lips kissing your temple sweetly as his fingers brushed through your hair, down on your back and then back up, his touches comforting and loving in your afterglow. You shifted in his lap, ready to let his cock slip out of you, but Calum grabbed your hips, squeezing them as he mumbled against your ear.

”Stay for a while,” he wrapped you tightly against his chest, and you let out a happy sigh, burrowing closer. ”Haven’t felt you this close since forever.”

”You just want me to keep your cock warm,” you pressed your lips against his throat, feeling his chuckle against your cheek. ”…and I’ll be happy to do that for you.”

”We were cold and lonely on tour,” he giggled, palm curling around your ass cheek before giving it a light tap.

”Well, now that you’re back home,” you pushed yourself up just enough to knock your forehead against his, smiling down at him. ”Guess we can make up for all those times when you had to be alone. You poor baby.”

”Buckle up, cause we won’t leave the bed until I’m done with you,” Calum tilted his head up to press a kiss on your nose, making you chuckle, then his eyes softened before pressing a kiss on your lips too. ”I love you. And I terribly missed you. You know that, right?”

”I know. And I missed you too,” you nuzzled against his hand as he brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. ”Thank God you’re finally home.”

”Not going anywhere for a while now. It’s just you and me and the old man snoring outside,” he grinned, nodding his head towards the living room where Duke was sleeping.

”Love you Cal,” you rested against his chest, and he kissed the top of your head, hands stroking your back lovingly. ”Can’t wait to catch up on cuddles and kisses and midnight snacks.”

”You and me both, sweetie. You and me both.”

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