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norel-ravenclaw · 1 year ago

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Mine

Sanji • One Piece

Fandom: One Piece Live Action (OPLA)

Featured characters: Sanji

Genre: BDSM Erotica

Rating: 18+

Word count: 1900

Description: Requested by @kellerific93 … Dating Sanji has been a whirlwind romance. But now that you’ve been together for a while, he wants to introduce you to… new pleasures.

(I’ve only ever seen the live action One Piece, none of the anime or manga sorry!)

“Finally, a break!” Sanji tosses our bags by the door of the lovely seaside cottage we’ve rented for the weekend.

The other strawhats are spending time in town, but we decided to spend some… quality time together.

And… something new.

As soon as the door is closed behind me, Sanji pushes me up against it.

“Oh!” I squirm against his much larger body as he presses himself fully against me.

He smirks down at me, leaning in close. One hand unbuttons his suit jacket. “Are you ready for this?”

I nod, my heart racing. “Y-yes sir.”

That’s all it takes to spark the flame in his eyes. “Good girl.” He strokes my hair and cheek tenderly, whispering, “I promise I’ll take good care of you. I won’t hurt you. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

“…Mhm.”

“Remember the safe word?”

I chuckle. “Oregano.”

“Good girl.” He starts kissing down my neck as he unbuttons my shirt. “Tell me at any time to stop, and we can just do what we always do, alright darling?”

“Mhm.”

He roughly grabs my wrists and pins them against the door. “What was that? You will call me sir or master. Understood?”

“Ah!” His expression is dark and hungry like I’ve never seen. I see why he wanted me to try this with him. As much as we love each other, gentle lovemaking will never quite satisfy all of him. I agreed because, somehow, I wonder if I need the same thing.

He needs to dominate and be rough, and I need to finally listen to the secret urges within me - the need to surrender, to be forced and controlled.

“Yes master.”

He purrs, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss as he rips open my shirt and squeezes my breast. I’m not wearing a bra today, as he requested. His tongue pushes inside my mouth, stealing my breath.

I arch against him as he shoves a deliciously muscular thigh between my legs, forcing me to grind against him.

“Mmph! San- Ah! M-master!”

He briefly breaks the kiss, the air electric between us as he looks into my eyes, both of us already breathing hard.

“Keep your hands there,” he orders. Lunging in again, he kisses down my throat, impatiently pulling my pants down. His tongue and lips follow downwards between my breasts and lower as he kneels to pull my shoes and pants off.

They’re tossed aside carelessly, and his large hands rub up my thighs and hips, squeezing and massaging. Blonde hair tickles my chin as he stands.

I gasp as he roughly pushes my shirt off my shoulders. He throws it aside along with his jacket.

His eyes lock onto mine as he unbuckles his belt, slowing a little as he approaches again, taking my wrists and binding them with it.

“How’s this, hm? Gonna be a good girl for me and let me make you my captive?” His lips ghost over my ear, making me shiver. “I am a pirate after all. You’re my treasure.”

I swallow hard and nod. “Yes sir.”

Again his lips are on mine, and suddenly he’s throwing me over his shoulder. He carries me to the bedroom, and I catch only a glimpse of the phenomenal view upside down before being thrown down on the bed.

He kicks off his shoes, never breaking eye contact as he tugs off his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Those predatory eyes watch every movement, every change in my expression as he crawls onto the bed.

Giving in to instinct, as he had encouraged before, I back away from him. He smirks dangerously.

“Trying to run? How cute.”

He moves up to straddle my hips and makes a show of taking off his shirt, filling my view with his broad shoulders. Out of his pocket, he takes out an object I’ve seen before.

Sanji used it to propose this whole… game.

A collar.

We picked it out together in a red light district market. The sight of it makes my heart race even more.

In contrast to his domineering and rough treatment thus far, his touch is gentle, tender, as he brushes my hair aside enough to slip the collar around my neck.

Voice raspy and low, he hums in approval. “Gods you’re so pretty, kitten. Look at you.” He ties a thin ribbon to the collar ring, and gives it a tug. “All mine to do with as I please. Surrender to me completely.”

I mewl as he tugs me up for a kiss. Wrapping the leash around his fist, he uses his other hand to take off his pants. Little sounds come between us as I’m pulled about.

Then his hand is snaking up my thigh to pull down my panties. At last I am completely bare beneath him.

Sanji sucks in a breath. “…Fuck.”

Leaning down, his tongue latches onto my nipple.

“Ah! Master…!” I squirm as he touches and kisses me. He knows all my soft spots.

“Stop moving,” he orders. “If you don’t, I’ll just take you here and now.”

Keening under his ministrations, I desperately try to keep still. My body jerks and shudders with every touch, every hot breath, every brush of his hair against my skin.

“Such a naughty little pet, aren’t you?”

I whine, shrinking back. “I-I’m sorry, sir. Please don’t punish me. I’m trying to be good for you…”

Sanji bites his lip. “I know you are, darling. But you need better training, don’t you?”

I nod. He grins, finally taking off his underwear. Already hard and leaking pre, I can see exactly how much he’s getting off on this.

A gasp is ripped from me as he tugs on the leash. “I suppose since you’re just getting started, I’ll have mercy.” His long fingers brush between my legs, dipping into my slick entrance. “So wet for me already, hm? You like being manhandled and ordered about like this, do you?”

I bite my lip and arch against his hand. “Yes sir! Ahh…!”

“Mm… That’s it. Let me hear everything. You can scream and no one will hear you here.” He smirks and flicks my nipple with his tongue. “No one will come to save you.”

Moaning as he pushes three fingers inside me, he bullies me relentlessly. Twisting, rubbing, curling inside me, he loosens me far less gently than normal. His thumb rubs circles on my throbbing clit.

He shifts, using his thick thigh to push mine apart. Moving between them, I can feel his hardness against my leg.

The sounds my body makes as he works me open grow louder, and he watches with glazed eyes as his thick fingers sink into me over and over.

“I can hardly wait to have a meal of you, kitten. But I’m starving for more after such a long trip getting here.”

He removes his fingers and holds the up to my lips. When I hesitate, he says, “Go on. Clean them for me.”

Slowly, I obey. Opening my mouth, he presses his wet fingers against my tongue. I shiver as I lick my essence off, running my tongue between his fingers and sucking.

He shudders. “I have so much to teach you, my pet. I so look forward to your training~”

Impatient and in the mood to punish, he moves over me, aligning himself with my already dripping entrance.

I hold his intense gaze, my heart pounding out of my chest as he slowly pushes himself inside me. He doesn’t give me nearly as much time today to adjust to his thick girth, but seeing my discomfort, he strokes my hair.

“So good. Taking me so well, aren’t you? I knew you could do it, kitten.” He sucks in a breath as he bottoms out, groaning loudly. “I love you so much. Fuck, so much. So good for me.”

His large body cages me in, tugging on my leash as he arches into me. Pulling back, the tight muscles try to repel him before sucking him in deeper.

We moan and keen in each other’s ears as he quickly settles into a rather desperate rhythm.

“Finally. I’ve been dying to be inside you for so long.”

I choke a little and writhe beneath him as he fucks me, my tied hands resting between us on his chest.

“M-master! Agh! Mm!”

While his pace is faster than he usually starts with, he’s not brutal in the strength behind it, allowing my body the chance to adjust a bit to the large intrusion.

The bright room is filled with all the maddening sounds of sex, and I am just losing myself to the cadence of his thrusts when he pulls out entirely.

With a sound as much of pleasure as frustration, he looks down at me, his wet cock throbbing. “I have so much planned for you, little one. I hope you’re ready.

I am left to his mercy as he manhandles me into a different position. My leg is hauled over his chest, leaving me open and dripping before he pushes back in.

Tugging the leash again, Sanji starts back up.

I moan and gasp, grasping desperately at his arm as he goes faster, pounding into me at a new angle that makes me see stars.

“S-Sanji! Ah! Master…!”

He curses under his breath. Adjusting the way his hips hit mine, his pelvis rubs against my clit enough to send me closer to the edge.

I can see through the tears pricking at my eyes enough to see his smirk. “Go on, I want you to cum for me, girl. I’m going to overstim you for the rest of the night until you’re begging me to stop.”

Suddenly his thrusts are mercilessly fast. Holding my leg against his chest, he keeps me from being able to move my hips away from the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure.

The sound of wetness and his panting is enough to propel me over the edge already.

“I’m g-going to- I’m coming!”

Looking up at his face, half hidden behind his hair, he nods. “Cum for me.”

The feeling of the collar cutting off a little of my air is a novel sensation, and I gasp and moan, surrendering to the sheer feeling of it all.

Hot pleasure seizes me as I cream all over his relentlessly thrusting cock, squeezing him so hard that he has to push a little harder to keep his tempo.

A loud moan echoes through the room along with the sound of my wetness. Sanji curses and flips me fully onto my stomach, pulling me into his lap. Hardly breaking his rhythm, he continues ruthlessly.

“Ah! W-wait!”

He chuckles darkly. “You’re mine to do with as I please, right? You’ll have to beg much, much better than that to persuade me to do anything, kitten.”

I whimper into the sheets as he leans down to pepper my trembling shoulders with kisses.

“I look forward to seeing just how much you can take, my love~ When we’re done in a bit, let’s go to the beach. I’ve always wanted to try fucking in the ocean~”

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clarepreed · 2 years ago

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Story Content and Summary - 4,373 words. When Nathan's wife has a heart attack during sex, he is asked to participate in an experimental resuscitation procedure developed at the nearby research hospital. Explicit sex, on-site and hospital resuscitation, intercourse with a person who cannot consent.

“Oh, God!” Jessica threw her head back, eyes rolling. Her legs were spread wide, toes curled, her hand working furiously at her clit. Nathan thrust into her, hard, knowing she was close and that he wasn’t far behind.

She was panting and moaning, her free hand balling into a fist and pressing against her own chest. Her hips matched his thrust for thrust.

“It’s so good, it hurts!” she exclaimed, breathless.

This confused him, but she still seemed into it so he leaned over and kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth until she pulled away and gasped for air. At the same time, he felt her walls begin to spasm, the muscles rippling against his dick.

It was probably the most intense orgasm he’d ever observed; her eyes rolled back in her head and she stiffened, making a croaking noise.

Then she went limp.

Nathan continued to pump into her, his own orgasm close. He reached down and cupped her cheek, chuckling a little at how thoroughly wiped she was. Then he leaned in to kiss her.

To his surprise, she was unresponsive, her lips unmoving beneath his. He stopped thrusting his hips and patted her cheek. “Babe? Jessica?

Then he grasped her shoulder, shaking her. “Jess!”

Her head lolled, but she didn’t respond. Nathan withdrew and crawled to her side. “Jessica! Jess, babe, are you okay?!”

He shook her again. “Can you hear me?”

His erection softened as concern gave way to fear. She looked very still, her muscles completely relaxed as he shook her. Nathan put his hand on her face and tipped her head back, leaning his ear close to her mouth.

Several long seconds passed with no breath stirring against his cheek. He pressed his fingers into her neck, waited. There was no reassuring pulse against his fingertips.

“Oh my God!” He stretched his body across hers, reaching for his phone on the nightstand and dialing 9-1-1. As the line connected, he gathered Jessica in his arms and climbed down from the bed. He laid her out on the rug, cradling her head as he rested it on the floor.

“It’s okay, babe, we’re so close to the hospital!” The instructions for compression-only CPR trickled through his head.

“9-1-1, what’s your name and the nature of your emergency?”

“Nathan Spalding. I think my wife just had a heart attack! She isn’t breathing and she doesn’t have a pulse!” Nathan traced the line of her ribs and found her sternum. He interlaced his fingers and pressed the heel of his hand to the lower half of her breastbone. “I’m starting CPR now! Oh my God, Jessica!”

When he pushed down, her ribcage felt stiff. He remembered he was supposed to press down two inches, but hasn’t given a thought as to what that would actually look or feel like. Her chest caved under his hands, springing back up when he relieved the pressure. Her breasts wobbled with the force, her stomach bulging out.

“Your wife is not breathing?”

“No! And she has no pulse! I’m giving her chest compressions! Please send an ambulance to the Star Condos on Main! We’re literally just around the corner. Our unit is twenty-nine!” He shoved his hands into Jessica’s chest. Her head fell to the side, shoulders popping with the force he exerted on her sternum.

“I don’t know if I’m doing this at the right speed!”

“Sir, I have an ambulance crew leaving the hospital now. Make sure you have your hands on her sternum and you are pushing her chest down two inches. Come all the way up each time. Go ahead and count out loud for me each time you push down on her chest.”

“One, two, three, four, five, six…”

“Good pace, keep it up. Nathan, will the medics be able to get into your condo?”

“…eight… Yes! The doorman will let them in! Three, four, five, six…”

Come on, babe! I didn’t know you were sick! You have to breathe!

He could hear the sirens outside. They really did live extremely close to Suncoast Research Hospital. The medics could have almost walked there.

“…six, seven, eight, nine, ten, one…”

Nathan was breathing hard, sweat beading up on his brow. Both of them were still naked, which was a thought that had only belatedly occurred to him, but he decided that didn’t signify.

“Sir, Nathan, does your wife have any health conditions?”

“…three, four… No, I didn’t think so! Uh… she had chest pains right before she lost consciousness… seven, eight, nine…”

“Drug use?”

“One… Just pot! And not tonight… not all week! One, two, three, four…”

“Okay, Nathan, the ambulance has arrived and the crew is making their way to you. Stay on the line until they enter your condo, okay?”

“Eight, nine—okay! One, two, three, come ON, Jess!”

The speaker in his apartment activated with a series of beeps, and he heard a man say: “Mr. and Mrs. Spalding, EMS has arrived and has requested entry to your unit. I’ve sent them up the cargo elevator with staff and am buzzing them into your unit remotely. Please respond if you are able.”

“Yes! This is Nathan! Mr. Spalding! Please, let them in, I can’t… One, two, three, four…”

“I’m disabling your door lock for the next ten minutes. Please let me know if I can assist further.”

Nathan heard the front door lock disengage, and shortly after there was a loud knock and the door opened. “Mr. Nathan Spalding? EMS here!”

“…five, six… BACK IN THE BEDROOM!” He heard the sound of them wheeling a gurney down the hall, and then three men were in the room with him, all wearing dark blue polos and black pants.

“Thank you, sir, I’ll take over from here.” One of the men, a tall red head whose nametag read “Adam,” kneeled across from Nathan. Nathan leaned back, watching as the man pressed his fingers into Jessica’s neck. She’d gone gray, her lips dusky.

Nathan stumbled to his feet, felt someone grab his elbow. “I’ve got you, sir. Why don’t you sit down?”

“Need to put clothes on,” Nathan said, pulling free. This man’s nametag read: “Scottie.”

“Resuming compressions,” Adam said. Nathan froze, watching as the man began to pummel his wife’s chest, his compressions seeming even harder and faster than the ones Nathan had been performing. He heard air huff out of her, and then the third EMT kneeled at her other side, laying a mask with a bag attached by her head. He was also unpacking some kind of display. Nathan looked at his badge, registering that his name was “Joseph.”

He found his pajamas in a pile at the foot of the bed and dressed quickly.

“Has EMS arrived?” he heard the operator ask from his phone.

Nathan snatched it up and said: “Yes, they’re here. Thank you!”

“Thank you, sir. Disconnecting now.”

“Sir,” Scottie said. “Nathan. What’s her name?”

“Jessica.” Nathan sat on the edge of the bed, watching as his wife’s body twitched, her stomach bulging and her breasts wobbling with each compression.

“Thirty!” Adam called out, and Joseph squeezed the bulb twice, making her chest rise. Then Adam started compressions again. “One, two, three…”

“Nathan, I’m an Advanced EMT with your municipality.” Scottie crouched by Jessica, applying white defibrillator pads to her chest.

He flipped a switch, and the device announced: “Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient!”

The men all scooted back. Joseph held a small plastic piece against the side of Jessica’s face, careful not to touch her.

“Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient. No shock advised. Resume two minutes of CPR.”

“Adam and Joseph switch, I’m calling for ALS. Nathan, Adam is going to put an airway adjunct in to help with her breathing.”

Two of the men changed places. Joseph started chest compressions, while Adam retrieved the plastic piece and tilted Jessica’s head back. He slipped the piece between her teeth and rotated it one hundred and eighty degrees before letting the flange rest on her teeth.

“How old is Jessica?” Scottie asked.

“Twenty-nine,” Nathan answered. Then he pressed his hands to his mouth.

“Thirty!” Joseph said, and Adam quickly fitted the mask to Jessica’s face and squeezed the bulb.

“Dr. Perkins, please.” Scottie crouched close by, speaking into his phone. “This is Scottie Wilson, unit one-one, A-EMT. I have a twenty-nine-year-old patient in cardiac arrest. No known pre-existing health conditions or drug use. Witnessed collapse with chest pains. Husband started chest compressions immediately and called 9-1-1. Since our arrival we have given her a full cycle of CPR and connected the AED. AED advised no shock. We are requesting Advanced Life Support.”

He listened to someone speaking on the other end.

“I’m sorry, repeat that question.”

“One, two, three, four, five…”

“What was the patient doing at the time of the arrest? I’ll ask—”

“We were having sex,” Nathan said, too worried to be embarrassed, his eyes on Jessica as her chest rose artificially.

“Patient and her husband were engaged in sexual intercourse.”

“…three, four, five, six…”

“You want us to transport her and bring the husband. Is that—No, I understand. I’ll establish an IV in the bus. Okay. Yes, Doctor.”

“Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient.”

The medics leaned back.

“Guys, we’re transporting her back,” Scottie said. “Continuing with the AED until we start moving, and CPR all the way.”

“Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient. No shock advised. Continue two minutes of CPR."

"Switch while we package her up, then I will ride the gurney down.”

Adam started chest compressions while the other EMTs began gathering up their bags and putting things at the foot of the gurney.

“Sir,” Scottie said. “You should go ahead and grab anything you need to take with you. Insurance cards, ID, shoes for yourself. You’ll be riding in the front of the ambulance. Okay?”

“Okay.” He stared down at Jessica, watching the EMT Adam forcefully compressing her chest. The mask was sitting to the side of her face, and he could see the plastic airway device jutting out between her teeth. He had a question that was floating in the front of his mind, one he did and did not want the answer to. But he drew a deep breath and asked: “Are… are they planning on declaring her dead at the hospital?”

Scottie shook his head. “Not to my knowledge. They’re holding a resuscitation suite and a specialist for her.”

Nathan nodded and leaned over, briefly gripping his wife’s foot, the closest part of her body. “I love you,” he murmured, before making himself stand.

He found shoes and grabbed his wallet. He also collected Jessica’s phone off the dresser and her wallet out of her purse in the kitchen. He briefly considered calling her mother, but by that time the EMTs were wheeling the gurney out of the bedroom. They’d covered her lower half with a sheet, and Scottie straddled her, riding on top of the gurney as he thrust his hands between her breasts.

Nathan held the door for them and then paged down to the front desk to activate the cargo elevator. He locked the door and ran after the gurney, sliding into the elevator as the doors closed.

As they were exiting the cargo elevator, the AED tried to chime in. Scottie turned it off, stating: “We need to stay on the move.”

The next thing Nathan knew, he’d been bundled into the front of the ambulance, Joseph driving, and they were headed the short distance to the hospital.

When they arrived, he found an entire group waiting for them in the ambulance bay.

“Mr. Spalding? I need you to come with me right away.” A female nurse ushered him inside and down the hall after the gurney. He caught glimpses of Jessica’s hair, but he couldn’t get close enough to touch her. A nurse was astride her now, continuing the chain of chest compressions.

He was escorted to a small room with a table and chairs labeled as a “Family Consultation Room.”

“The doctor will be with you shortly,” the nurse said, before closing the door behind her.

He didn’t wait long. He heard a quick knock as the door was opening, and a female doctor entered the room. She wore a surgical mask and carried a set of scrubs under her arm and a clipboard in her hand.

“I’m Dr. Perkins,” she said. “Have a seat, Nathan.”

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not.” He felt queasy, and his heart was beating fast. “Are you about to tell me you already called her? Is she dead?”

“Your wife is very sick. Based on the timeline, most doctors, programs, hospitals would be declaring her dead in the next five minutes. We don’t have any time, so I am going to have to rush you through this process.

“Your wife does not have any cardiac electrical activity. I have an experimental resuscitative process that I am pioneering. I have identified a hormone that supports electrical activity in the heart. I’ve named it corsexamine, and—”

“Do it,” Nathan said. “Do you need me to sign something?”

“Yes,” she said. “But you’ll need to be personally involved.”

“Okay… Sure, whatever you need me to do.”

“As the name might suggest, corsexamine is released during sexual activity. I am told your wife experienced onset of the cardiac arrest during sexual intercourse?”

Nathan blinked at her. She appeared to be interested for scholarly reasons only, so he nodded. “Yes, she said it hurt, but she didn’t want me to stop, and then she grabbed her chest, came really hard, and passed out.”

“She’s already tested positive via finger stick for a low corsexamine reserve. We need to do everything we can to get that elevated. This includes both natural and artificial methods.” She laid the clipboard on the table. “This document releases the hospital in the event that the procedure does not work, or if you develop PTSD or an STI. This process may be very disturbing and upsetting, Nathan. You’ll be doing something that would be illegal in any other context.”

“An STI?”

“Not a concern. If she has one, you’ve already been exposed.”

Nathan accepted the pen she offered her. He really wasn’t sure what they were asking him to do, but it sounded like he would certainly be going home without Jessica if he didn’t agree to this procedure.

He scrawled his signature. “I still don’t know what you need me to do, but I’ll do it.”

“We need you to have sex with your dying wife.”

Less than three minutes later, Nathan was barefoot and dressed in scrubs. A nurse retrieved him from the consultation room and led him down the hall, stopping in front of a set of swinging doors.

“Your wife is in here, Mr. Spalding. Prepare yourself. Now, Dr. Perkins is prepared to masturbate you should you need the assistance. Do you understand?”

“Er… Sure, yeah.”

The nurse escorted him into the room. He could hear a buzzing and a high-pitched whine and saw his wife laid out on the table. She’d been intubated and had a blue tube holder obscuring part of her face. A nurse stood at her head, squeezing a bag. Another nurse was giving her forceful chest compressions. He could see her breasts wobble with each thrust, her large areolas looking dusky in the harsh light.

To his surprise, a third nurse was thrusting their hands into her abdomen, moving in opposition to the chest compressions. The two nurses were bobbing like a see-saw over his wife.

“Interposed abdominal compression CPR,” his escort said. “Studies show it improves vital organ perfusion. Getting oxygen to them, I mean. we’ve also got a cooling vest under her, though we’ve had to unzip it for this procedure.”

There was a curtain drawn across his wife, blocking her lower half from view. The doctor, a tall woman with piercing eyes over her mask, stepped out from behind the curtain. His escort reached out and put her hand on his arm. “I know that we discussed the procedure already, but this part will be shocking. Are you ready?”

He stared at her, then nodded. “Go ahead.”

The nurse pulled back the curtain, and he understood why she’d stopped to ask.

Jessica’s legs were spread, her feet strapped to a pair of exam stirrups. A fourth nurse stood with her back to him. He couldn’t see what she was doing until the doctor motioned for him to come around the table.

“This is…” He didn’t hear anything else she said. His eyes locked onto what was going on between his wife’s legs. The fourth nurse had a vibrator pressed to Jessica’s clit and an arm wrapped around her thigh so that she could pump her gloved fingers in and out of Jessica’s pussy.

The doctor motioned for him to step closer. From this angle he couldn’t see Jessica’s face, just the underside of her chin and the long line of her neck. The nurses pounded her chest and abdomen, making her entire body shake.

“Do you consent to this procedure as described to you?” the doctor asked.

“Y-yes…”

He was staring between Jessica’s thighs again. In addition to the nurse working her fingers in and out of his wife’s vagina, a butt plug had been inserted. He had a vague thought that Jessica would be annoyed with the “butt stuff.” He felt his cock twitch in the borrowed pants.

The doctor reached out and pulled the scrub pants down to his knees. She held her hands out to the nurse in charge of the IV, who squirted a generous dollop of lube into her hands.

Then she reached out and took his dick in her hand, pumping his semi with one hand and cupping his balls with the other.

“How are we on time?” The doctor called as she stroked him.

“Nearing twenty-five,” one of the nurses said.

He tried to block out the sounds, and the violence of what was happening to his wife. He focused instead on the sight of the nurse thrusting her fingers into his wife’s pussy. She had three fingers inside of his wife, pumping hard and fast, all while the vibrator buzzed away.

After a minute, though, his eyes drifted up to Jessica’s breasts. The nurse there was caving in her chest, making her breasts bob. Her nipples were hard, and he surprised himself by groaning as the doctor jacking him off slipped a lubed finger inside his asshole.

Another minute of this, and the doctor directed the nurse to “remove digital stimulation” before withdrawing her finger and helping him to position himself between his wife’s thighs. He’d grown rock hard, something he would have sworn should be impossible in these circumstances.

“Enter your wife now, please, Nathan,” the doctor said.

He pressed the head of his cock against Jessica’s lubricated vaginal opening and then sheathed himself in one motion. He could feel the vibrations from the vibrator through her body. He pumped once into her before he restrained himself and glanced up at the doctor.

“I don’t expect you to try to match compression speed. Just keep a solid rhythm,” the doctor said. “It’s time for another dose of epi, then we will progress with this technique in two minutes increments. Remember, sir, you must withdraw if or when we tell you to so that we may use the defibrillator.”

He had a front row seat to the more traditional interventions going on, his hips pumping automatically as he took everything in. He saw the nurse assigned to medication press her thumb down, releasing medication into his wife’s IV. The nurse at Jessica’s head never stopped squeezing the bag. The two nurses working on her in the middle looked like they were making putty out of her internal organs. One thrusted down hard into her sternum, making her ribcage flex. Then, as that nurse raised their hands, the other would plunge his hands into her abdomen.

“After the next analysis, I need Parker and Bryan to switch, and Kyle and Marcy,” the doctor said.

Nathan wrapped his hands around Jessica’s thighs, pulling himself deeper into her. Her thighs were cool but her pussy was warm. He wondered how long he was expected to last in this situation, or if he should even try to cum at all.

“Pause compressions and vaginal thrusts,” the doctor said. Nathan forced himself to stop thrusting, though he remained buried inside of her. “She’s still asystolic. Resume compressions and thrusts. Push epinephrine, and ready the corsexamine.”

A nurse moved to the side, scribbling something in the chart, then returned with a syringe, which he handed to the doctor.

“Alright, everyone compressions and vaginal thrusts pause while we insert the needle.” Nathan stopped thrusting with difficulty. The doctor uncapped the syringe, watched while the nurse cleaned the skin on Jessica’s chest. Then the doctor palpated her way down Jessica’s bruised sternum before finding the spot she was looking for and inserting the needle.

She depressed the plunger, withdrew the needle, and sat the syringe to the side. “Corsexamine administered. Resume compressions and vaginal thrusts. I’m adding nipple stimulation now. We analyze again in two minutes.”

The doctor reached around the hands pumping Jessica’s chest and began rubbing and pinching Jessica’s erect nipples.

Jessica

She couldn’t move or open her eyes. But as awareness trickled back into her brain, she felt everything.

A tube down her throat. Air regularly inflating her lungs. Fingers pinching and rubbing her nipples. Strong hands on her sternum and her abdomen, forcing blood to pump from her heart with deep, painful compressions. She felt powerful vibrations on her clit, and a feeling of fullness in her rectum. Hands gripped her thighs, and she realized someone was fucking her vaginally, their thrusts hard and fast.

The sensations were overwhelming; Jessica could barely think with everything going on. Her body was responding regardless. The passage between her thighs was slick, her arousal unmitigated by the crackling pain in her chest.

The vibration pattern on her clit changed. She would have moaned if she could have taken an independent breath. Her muscles began to tense; her toes tingled. A whoosh of air inflated her lungs.

“Let us know if you feel her body orgasm,” a woman said. “Pause compressions and thrusts. Where are we on time?”

“Thirty minutes,” a nurse announced. "Two since administration of the medication.”

“We should have v-fib by now,” the doctor said. “Dammit, Jessica. Resume compressions and thrusts. Switching to oral stimulation.”

Warm, wet lips closed around her right nipple and applied suction. Her vagina pulsed.

“Attending to the other nipple now,” a male voice said, and then a second pair of lips locked onto her left nipple.

“I think she’s getting close!” A familiar voice said, sounding shocked.

Nathan?

The sensations built. Even the painful chest compressions began to arouse her. Her chest flexing, abdomen bulging. The pressure of the abdominal thrusts. The feeling of air artificially sating her lungs. The hands on her body. The mouths on her breasts. The pulsing vibrations on her clit. The warm, hard dick thrusting in and out of her.

“Hyperventilate her,” a woman’s voice said, mouth briefly pulling away from Jessica’s breast. The rush of air in her lungs increased, as though she were gasping for air just before orgasm.

“Increase the power of the vibrator.”

Oh, God…

“Nathan, don’t hold back. As hard and as fast as you can.”

Nathan…

He started jack hammering her, slamming his dick into her over and over again. Jessica was completely paralyzed. Normally she’d be meeting him thrust for thrust, writhing with pleasure. The sensations built and built and built until they crashed over her like a tsunami. Her body released a rush of fluid and her vaginal muscles contracted so hard they hurt.

“She’s coming!” Nathan cried out. She felt him spill himself into her, his fingers gripping her thighs to bruising. “God! So am I!”

“Pause compressions and thrusts while I analyze.”

Jessica felt Nathan withdraw, heard him breathing hard.

“V-fib! Continue compressions, charge to 200! Nathan, don’t touch her, hold tight! Okay, everyone clear!” The nurse squeezing the bag unhooked it and joined the rest of them in stepping back, arms raised. “Clear!”

There was a noise she couldn’t quite explain and then a mule kicked her in the chest, knocking her unconscious.

Nathan

Jessica’s torso jerked and the stirrups rattled. He watched as the doctor pressed her fingers against a spot in the crease of Jessica’s leg near her groin. Marcy grabbed Jessica’s wrist, and Kyle plunged his fingers into her neck. Parker reconnected the bag to Jessica’s tube and squeezed it

“Sinus!” Dr. Perkins shouted, looking up at the marker. “Got her! It worked! Close up the cooling vest, get her out of the stirrups, call neuro…”

Nathan sat down heavily on the stool. It was an odd place to sit; Jessica’s legs were still spread wide above his head. No one had explained exactly what had happened, but he gathered she had a normal heartbeat now. He covered his face with his hands and sat like that for a while.

“Nathan.”

He looked up, dropping his hands. One of the nurses, Marcy, was leaning over him.

“Why don’t you come see your wife for a minute before we move her? She’s still unconscious, but she may hear you.” She reached out her hand and helped him up, keeping a steadying hand on his elbow.

Jessica looked bad. Her body was bruised and pale, and her eyes were closed. There was a nurse still steadily squeezing the bag, inflating her chest artificially.

“You can touch her,” Nurse Marcy said.

He reached for her hand and then leaned close to her ear.

“Hey, babe. It’s Nathan. Hey, I love you. You’re going to be okay. You have to be. I’m gonna call our parents and tell them… some… of what just happened. I need you to work on waking up before your mom gets here. We both know how she is.

“I love you, did I say that? Listen, babe. Listen. You won’t believe what just happened…”

A related story: Sexual Healing.

#resus writing #cpr resus #female resus #s-cpr

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gothghostiie · 1 year ago

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GN!Reader x John Price

a/n: thought of this. looked up if its possible. bon appetit.

cw: gn!reader (they/them), outdoors, swearing, praise, voyeur, fingering, spit as lube, penetration, creampie, ghillie suits, implied age gap, ya'll almost get caught, gaz watching from afar, porn with very little plot

It had been hot as hell, but you had to keep going. Price was pushing you, trying to keep you motivated over the comms as he crawled through the high grass alongside you. "Come on, Soldier. Don't get weak on me now." he warned playfully, but these god damn Ghillie suits practically let all your humor vanish.

"Jesus christ... just gimme a break god damn it.." you muttered back, finally stopping to move and now just laying flat in the grass, taking breaths. Price stopped and looked over at you, chuckling quietly.

"You see that Garrick?" he asked almost mockingly. "Poor thing." you could hear Gaz chuckle through your in ear piece.

"Maybe you gotta motivate them, Captain.." he suggested jokingly, but of course Price's mind took it and ran with it.

"Need some motivation little one?" His low voice almost purred through the speakers, making Gaz chuckle.

"Very fucking funny you two.." you panted, still laying there with your eyes closed to rest for a moment. only when you suddenly felt an unexpected weight on top of you, you opened you eyes and looked over your shoulder to see your Captain hovering over you.

"Garrick, you watch our Six." he commanded, making Gaz chuckle evily.

"On it, Sir."

"Captain, what-" Price hushed you as he took his gloves off, eyeing you over ad you were laid underneath him.

"Motivating you to keep going." he said simply, which didnt explain anything whatsoever - not until he yanked your pants down, making you gasp loudly.

"C-Captain, wha-" one strict look from him made you shut up. he scooted back and pulled your hips up, exposing how worked up you already were from him touching you like that. Price scoffed quietly as he put his hands on your as, eyeing your sex over closely.

"you want this?" he asked before he went any further than this. you nodded without hesitation, looking over to him over your shoulder as best as you could in this position. "good doll/boy/girl..." he hummed in satisfaction. he thought for one second more before speaking to Kyle again. "Garrick, give me me some info."

"Coast is clear Cap. I'll let you know if anything changes." he said calmly, though you could hear the shit eating grin in his voice.

"good boy." you were just about to give Price a surprised look for calling Garrick that, but all you saw when you looked back was him, sucking on his own fingers and coating them in his spit. Just a second later you could feel him slowly push one of his wet, thick fingers into your hole, already stretching you out just like that. a soft gasp escaped your lips as he gently fingered you open, adding a second finger after a short while to make sure you were nice and open for him.

"look at you, getting all worked up for your Captain.. dirty little thing, aren't you?" he hummed in amusement, chuckling softly as he added the third and last finger into your hole. stretched around his big fingers you were panting and shivering slightly, dighing your fingers into the grass to somehow ground yourself and not get too loud - especially since Gaz was still listening. Price was humming behind you quietly, big cock already hard and aching in his pants as he moved his fingers, curling them and watching you squirm under his touch. He couldn't help but chuckle a little as his other hand went to his own pants, unbuckling them and pulling them down just enough for him to get his cock out and stroke it, tip grazing your ass slightly as he did. Just as you were about to say something he suddenly pulled his fingers out, making you whine out louder than you wished you had.

"fuck.." you muttered, covering your mouth out of embarrassment as you heard both, Price and Gaz snicker.

"there there, I know." The older man hummed with amusement still in his voice, patting your hip as if to soothe you a little. Just a second later though, he shuffled closer to you, tip pressed against your hole. he waited for a moment if you were gonna protest or not, taking your silence as a go ahead for him.

Slowly but steadily he pushed himself in, grunting softly as his thick cock stretched you out a little further, your walls practically clinging to him. "fucking hell.." he muttered quietly, short nails pressing into your hips with an almost bruising grip. "you're so fucking tight.." he muttered quietly, leaning his head back slightly. meanwhile you were holding back your moans, the feeling of him pushing into you deliciously overwhelming in combination with the heat and the thought of Gaz watching through his scope. Only when Price bottomed out a whimper escaped your lips, making him chuckle. "You alright doll?" he asked, thumbs massaging circles into your skin gently.

"y-yea.." you managed to choke out after a few seconds, your voice shaky and breathy as you tried to get used to his sheer size and girth. "fuck... you're so big.." you whispered, more to yourself but of course they both heard it through the comms, and of course both of them were snickering.

"he's got quite the cock, huh?" Kyle chuckled, almost taunting you. "Don't worry, I'm sure you can take it." You didn't even have time to think about why Gaz knew, because all of your thoughts vanished the second John started thrusting into you. A slutty moan escaped your throat as he seemed to hit all the good spots right away, the overwhelming feeling of his pelvis slapping against your ass and his calloused hands all over your exposed skin didn't help whatsoever. Price was groaning quietly, enjoying himself almost as much as you did.

"Christ.. you feel so fucking good sweetheart.." he hummed into the mic, sending chills down your spine. you had always felt a little giddy when he praised you at training or during missions but this was a whole different level. "so tight... so good for me.." he kept muttering, trying hard to hold back and not just completely destroy you right here and now - after all you were on a mission still, and soon enough you got a reminder to that.

"Captain," you heard Gaz over comms sounding a bit more serious, "enemies approaching, about 5 minutes until they're in sight." he reported, making Price slow down as he listened.

"Copy." he hummed, now holding still as he thought for a second.

"fuck, don't stop - please.." you begged quietly, swallowing down your last bit of dignity. Price looked down at you and chuckled lowly, shaking his head.

"needy little thing.." he hummed as an idea popped into his head. "Garrick, how close?"

"2 minutes, about 30 feet east from you." he answered after a second.

"perfect." with that, Price's arm snaked under your hip, forcing you to lay almost flat on your stomach, hips up just a bit. he laid flat on top of you, his body weight pushing his cock deep into you, grazing points you didnt even know you had. "keep quiet and hold still." he commanded strictly - just seconds later you heard heavy footsteps.

"walking past you right now. keep low." Gaz said quietly, keeping close watch on the enemy squad. they were moving quietly, some chatting over comms. you laid still and quiet, Price making it harder for you as he was still moving slightly, gentle and slow thrusts making your head spin and keeping you on the edge. a few soft whimpers escaped your throat, the danger edging you on more.

after a minute or so the footsteps got more and more quiet until you couldn't hear them anymore. "You're out of sight and earshot." Kyle confirmed, making you sigh in relief and relax a little - just for Price to suddenly start thrusting into you in that very position you were still in.

"good job... deserves a reward, don't you think?" he whispered teasingly, quickening his pace. in no time you could feel yourself get on the verge of an orgasm, moaning and tensing up.

"Captain.. I'm- I'm gonna..-"

"go ahead. cum for me, show me how thankful you are little one..." with those words you came around his cock, high pitched moans and thank you's falling from your lips as your body shook with the pleasure you were feeling. Price fucked you through your high, turning you into a babbling mess as he chased his own release, fingers digging into the ground.

"fuck.." he grunted rather loudly after a few more minutes, suddenly burying himself inside you balls deep, head leaned against yours as he came inside you. Slowly but surely he relaxed on top of you, staying like that for a few more seconds to catch his breath.

"Good job soldier.." he whispered softly before pulling himself out of you, quickly getting dressed while you were still laying there, trying to comprehend what just happened. He gently pulled your pants back up too, then gave you an encouraging pat on the ass.

"Come on. we gotta keep moving."

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landosgirl97 · 2 years ago

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The Bronco- Chase Stokes

A/N: Here’s some new Chase smut! I know thes gifs are 100% unrelated but I love them. I have more coming soon and a TGM series! 🙈

My friends and I had all made it to our favorite club finally and had been dancing for hours. I was tipsy, to the point that I was seeing double and my feet were aching, begging for a rest. I made my way to our booth, telling the girls I was going to catch an Uber and head home. I made my way to the front door when I noticed someone I recognized almost immediately. Chase Stokes. I must’ve just been tipsy enough to make some dumb decisions because I approached him immediately. “Hello, Chase?” He turned to me, opening his mouth to speak but stopped himself. “I’m not here to ask for an autograph or a photo, but I would like to buy you a drink if you’re up for it?” His eyebrows raised in surprise and he laid a hand on the small of my back. “Lead the way!” We both ordered a drink from the bar and made our way to the dance floor. I started in front of him at a distance, but he pulled me in by my hips, spinning me around so that my hips were against his. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as I ground my hips backwards into his. His hands ran from my waist to my hips and gave them a squeeze as he kissed behind my ear at my pulse point. After a few more songs and lots of stolen kisses, I heard him whisper “do you wanna get out of here” in my ear. I nodded my head and he grabbed my hand, leading me to the parking lot. We barely made it out the door before I had him pinned against the building with my hands in his hair and my lips on his. He had one hand on my hip and the other on the back of my neck as he kissed me back roughly. I licked along his bottom lip until he finally let me in, our tongues together until we had to come up for air. He rested his forehead against mine before he placed another kiss on my lips. “Not here, follow me”, he mumbled, grabbing my wrist and leading me along to his Bronco.

It was still a bit cold out, so he had the top on. We came around to the passenger side and he briefly pinned me against the door, kissing me hard and gripping the back of one of my thighs, bringing it up to rest on his hip. He ground into me harshly a couple of times before he reached around and he opened the back door, sliding in first and then pulling me in behind him. I shut the door behind me and smirked at him. “Seriously, your car?! You want to have sex in your car..” He cut me off. “Did you have the strength to wait until we got to my apartment or not?” I shook my head, swinging my leg around and straddling him, my dress riding up just enough that it sat perfectly on my hips. I smirked at him before rolling my hips against his causing him to throw his head back and groan, then gripping my hips harshly. “We have to make this quick so we don’t get caught, okay?” I nod in agreement, scooting back so that I can unbutton and unzip his pants. He lifts his hips slightly so I can pull them down enough to to release him. His cock was hard, red and leaking precum from the tip already and I hadn’t even touched him. I wrapped my tiny hand around it before looking up at him through my lashes, “this hard already? Is this what I do to you, sir?” I could feel his cock twitch in my hand at the nickname. He grabbed my hips, pulling me back over him and moving one hand up my thigh as the other gripped harshly into my hair making me look at him. “I’m going to fucking ruin you. You hear me?” I felt his breath hitch when he reached my dripping pussy. “No panties? Were you planning to get fucked tonight?” I smirked, “more like hoped.” He growled at that, tugging harshly on my hair as he used his other hand to line up at my entrance, shoving me down onto him harshly. My lips parted in a harsh gasp at the feeling. “Oh fuck..” He smirked up at me, “think you can take it little girl?” I smirked at him, beginning to move myself up and down on his cock. “Oh fuck… good job, pretty girl.” I let out a long moan at the praise. “Oh you like that, huh? Like being told how good you are? How well you take my cock?” He brought a hand down to rub at my clit, sending me flying over the edge quickly. I let my head fall back as I let out a pornographic moan, feeling myself clench around his cock as he spilled inside me. “Fuck, princess. You take me so well.” We sat for a minute with my head on his shoulder and his rubbing circles on my back until I sat up and cleared my throat. “Well, I better get going then.” I pulled off of him, readjusting my underwear and moving to the seat next to him. He grabs my wrist lightly and I turn to him. “Come back with me. We can watch a movie and hang out. Please? I want to see more of you.” I agree and move up to the passenger seat.

#outer banks #obx #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #obx fic #chase stokes #obx smut #outer banks smut #john b routledge #chase stokes smut

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69misato69 · 2 years ago

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Porcelain (Zhongli x Childe x Ayato x Thoma) ✦ 2.6k, shameless smut

archive of our own ✦ twitter

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self indulgent horny stuff. childe and thoma are bottoms, everything is consensual and agreed upon beforehand. there's some slight CNC towards the end so please refrain from reading if that's triggering to you. a little childe-centric but everyone gets decent screentime i swear

cw: overstimulation, unprotected anal sex, anal fingering, ejaculation, consensual gay sex, blowjobs, handjobs, slight praise and degradation, CNC, erotic asphyxiation, use of collars and leashes, choking and gagging, rimming, blacking out

writer's note: explicit +18 content, please view at your own risk. thank you, have fun !

"You want to touch him, no?" Zhongli purred in the harbinger's ear, hands roaming around his chest, teasing his nipples. He was fully naked on Zhongli's lap, facing Thoma who was seated on Ayato's. "May I?" Childe looked at Ayato, asking for permission as the man was fondling his housekeeper's thighs roughly. "Of course, dear." Childe shifted forward, reaching to touch Thoma's reddened skin. His hand trailed from the housekeeper's neck to his narrow, delicate shoulders. Thoma's breathing got heavier, face turning red from arousal and embarrassment that he was getting so worked up in front of everyone. He reached to take Childe's left hand into his, guiding it down to his groin. "Did I say you could touch him?" Ayato parted the melody of the two boys panting.

Childe felt Thoma’s hand tremble on his. "My lord, I-" Thoma opened his mouth only to be immediately hushed by a harsh tug on his mullet's tail. "Did I say, you could touch him?" Ayato repeated, this time emphasizing every word harshly. "No, sir." Thoma caved in. "That's what I thought”. Ayato hummed, turning to the harbinger again. "Slap him, Childe." he ordered. Childe gasped, "Me?" Zhongli wasn't interfering up until now, but this had piqued his interest. "He's misbehaving in front of my guests. Don't you think he deserves to be punished?" Ayato's eyes shone silver, piercing Childe's baby blues, corrupting and poisoning him. He was still new to this, most of his firsts being with Zhongli over the course of the past months. The archon was very gentle with Childe, easing him into more rough stuff slowly as time progressed and had explained to him at the beginning of the night that Ayato could be a little harsh at times.

"Do it, Ajax." Zhongli broke his silence. Childe didn't waste another second before swinging a harsh abrupt slap across Thoma's cheek at the sound of his owner. Thoma whimpered with a mix of pleasure and pain. "Again." Zhongli ordered, Childe could feel him getting hard underneath his thighs. Ayato's eyes glowed as Childe's palm landed on the housekeeper's other cheek. Thoma lifted his face to find the harbinger with a guilty look in his eyes. "Don't feel bad, Thoma's not the best at following orders. Sometimes he needs a...gentle nudge." Ayato smirked mischievously.

Childe and Zhongli noticed the growing erection between the housekeeper's legs. "Is his mouth any good?" Ayato asked Zhongli. The archon affectionately petted Childe's hair, his eyes closed like a satisfied kitten. "Why don’t you see for yourself?" Zhongli answered, making Ayato chuckle and nod contently. Childe looked at Zhongli for his approval, getting on his knees to approach Thoma. He hesitantly licked the tip of Thoma’s cock, the drags getting more confident and passionate as the housekeeper hissed and grabbed onto Ayato’s thighs. Zhongli’s eyes were fixated on Childe, eyeing his sloppy movements, the slight tingle in his wide shoulders as he couldn’t help but grind onto Thoma’s leg. Getting more and more turned on as the blonde’s moans filled the room, Childe’s hand trailed down to stroke himself. “Hands off.” Zhongli ordered.

He immediately retreated, bringing his wrists together behind his back so Zhongli could see. Ayato was in awe of how Childe submitted to him with no questions asked. The archon hummed and laid back, watching the harbinger with a lustful gaze as he kept sucking and grinding needily onto Thoma’s leg. Ayato watched Zhongli reach for his hardened cock, giving it light strokes while he intently watched the two. “Enjoying the show, Morax?” Zhongli smiled at the name, making his way to the bed, “Very much so.” Ayato turned the housekeeper's face towards himself, “Go and do as he says, got it pup?” Thoma lightly pushed Childe away, “Yes, my lord.” He followed Zhongli to the bed, taking off the rest of his clothes. Childe watched him leave, slightly confused. Ayato leaned forward, stopping an inch away from the harbinger’s face, “Is there a problem?”

“No…It’s just… Won’t we go with them?” Childe asked, trying not to be rude. Ayato held his chin, “You’re mine for a little while.” He laid back on the chair, Childe’s attention shifted to the commissioner’s body, finally noticing how beautiful it was now that Thoma was off his lap. There wasn’t a single imperfection, he was toned yet so slender and agile, on the contrary to the warm tint that Zhongli’s skin had, Ayato, was porcelain. He didn’t look human, Childe couldn’t imagine him bleeding, how could he possibly have bones and veins underneath? He was torn between being terrified of touching Ayato and simultaneously feeling the strongest compulsion to do so. Suddenly he realized how long it had been since he froze in place. Ayato was waiting patiently, aware of the hold he had over Childe. He chuckled, “I don’t bite.” Childe nodded, pressing his palms on Ayato’s sides, tracing his abs, feeling his sharp hip bones, trying to rationalize his feelings as he explored the young master’s body.

Until then he felt the urge to turn around and check up on Zhongli, but that urge had suddenly vanished. Ayato was occasionally eyeing the two, Thoma was on the archon’s lap, leaving kisses and bite marks all over his neck and torso while the brunette squeezed his thighs. His arms were slowly turning darker with faint gold lines all along his sculpted abs.�� Childe dragged his tongue along Ayato’s shaft, trying to hide his excitement, he went on slowly, cherishing every inch. He began to caress his pale thighs as he picked up the pace slightly, applying more suction, eliciting light moans from Ayato’s lips. Childe could feel his face catching on fire. His voice was so nice, soft and calming, yet it felt like he was going to explode. He forced himself a bit more, going deeper and deeper in an attempt to drag more lewd sounds out of him but it wasn’t quite paying off. Childe looked up, meeting Ayato’s gaze. “If you want something, ask for it.” he said as if he read the harbinger’s mind.

Childe pulled away, wiping his saliva. “I would just…like to hear more.” he said hesitantly. Ayato leaned in, “Hear more of what?” he was keeping a straight face, enjoying himself as Childe turned redder and redder. “You…moaning.” he averted his gaze. Ayato held his chin to lift it up, “Then do better.” Childe momentarily choked on air, “I’m doing my best.” he said apologetically. “He’s way too nice to you.” Ayato whispered, an inch away from the harbinger’s face that was brimming with tears. He grabbed the back of Childe’s hair roughly and jammed deep into his throat with no warning. “I could show you things much more thrilling, you know.” Childe’s eyes widened, jaw clenching around Ayato’s cock as he slid the harbinger’s head back and forth, feeling the back of his throat with every thrust. Childe was letting out muffled screams, grabbing Ayato’s thighs so tight that his fingernails were digging into the flesh.

Ayato pressed on the soft spot right beneath Childe’s chin, “Relax here.” The harbinger obeyed, trusting Ayato to ease his misery as he focused on Zhongli’s grunts to distract himself. The young master let out a deep moan, “There, a lot better, no?” Childe hummed, his face relaxed as the strain of Ayato’s cock became lighter, sliding much more smoothly and knocking him back into his senses. He looked up at Ayato, swirling his tongue around the shaft and latching on strongly. Ayato’s spine met the chair as his head fell back with pleasure, fingers tightening on the ginger locks. “Keep going.” Childe obeyed, slowly adjusting to the deep thrusts as tears, saliva and precum coated his face. Ayato was still glued to the chair, his moans and words of praise encouraging the harbinger.

His jaw was almost numb, his groin was aching from the lack of attention and yet he felt like he could go on forever as long as Ayato fueled him. He picked up the pace even more, choking and gagging until the young master pushed his head all the way through, releasing warm liquid down his throat with a low “Fuck.” Childe swallowed in delight, pulling back as a thin string of saliva stayed connected between his lips and the tip of Ayato’s cock. He rested his head on the commissioner’s thigh, still out of breath. “You did well.” Ayato patted his head. Childe looked up at him, eyes half-lidded and burning bright. Ayato reached back to the wardrobe, revealing the panel of collars and leashes. “Pick one and I’ll take care of you. I imagine that’s painful.” he referred to the rock-hard erection between Childe’s thighs.

His cheeks were flushed once again, “I pick one myself?” Ayato nodded, “Is that a problem?” Childe’s eyes widened, “No, of course not. It’s just that…he usually picks them out for me.” He turned around, seeing Thoma on Zhongli’s lap with his back turned as the archon slid him up and down harshly. “I’d like to see what you like.” Ayato caressed his shoulders. Childe hummed, he was mesmerized by the sight. Ayato got up to make space for the harbinger as he browsed through them all, settling on a thick, leather one with an adjustable chain. Some of them were fixed but these ones got tighter the more you yanked, they were Zhongli’s favorite, he had one just like it at home that had Ajax written on it.

‘I’d like to see what you like.’ He liked whatever Zhongli liked on him. He liked dressing up in his favorite colors, he liked picking out toys he knew Zhongli enjoyed using on him, he liked being his, making him happy made Childe happier. And so, he picked out the collar confidently, Ayato raised his brows “That one’s heavy. Are you sure you can handle it?” Childe smiled, “I’m used to it.” Ayato binded it at the back of his neck and attached the leash, “Very well then.” He tugged on the chain, heading towards the bed and dragging Childe on all fours along with him. Zhongli was more laid back now, still out of breath as Thoma desperately kept fucking himself on his dick. Ayato traced his fingers along the fresh wounds on Thoma’s hips, the blood matching the dried up stains on Zhongli’s claws. He chuckled, “I keep forgetting that you have natural weapons, Morax.”

Zhongli smirked, “You’re not doing any worse with unnatural ones.” Ayato hummed delightfully, patting on his legs so that Childe settled on his lap. Similar to how they started the night, everyone was facing each other, though Childe and Thoma had switched places. The harbinger looked at Zhongli, who was looking at him affectionately as Thoma rocked lightly on his lap. He had to take breaks as he wasn’t allowed to cum just yet. Ayato began circling around Childe’s hole with his lube-coated fingers. Childe cupped Thoma’s cheek, “You okay?” Thoma smiled, he was so exhausted and full of energy at the same time. “I’m okay, Ajax.” Zhongli tensed up for a moment, Childe didn’t really like other people using that name, but instead he leaned forward to kiss him. For some reason Thoma felt really safe to him, Ayato pushed two fingers in as Childe’s hand trailed off to the housekeeper’s cock.

Thoma began to pick up the pace again, the two moaning into each other’s mouths, occasionally coming up for air as Ayato stretched the harbinger out thoroughly. Childe loved the feeling, as if he was sharing Thoma with Zhongli. An unspoken feral bond between the four of them. Eventually Ayato lined up at the harbinger’s entrance. “Ready?” he asked, only Zhongli noticed the evil grin on his face and what he was about to do. Childe was still passionately making out with the housekeeper and jerking him off, he mumbled a “yes” as Thoma gripped on Zhongli’s legs. With the confirmation, Ayato plunged deep inside Childe harshly, yanking the leash all the way back and fully blocking his airway. The scream he let out stayed muffled on his throat as his face turned a darker shade of red, Ayato started thrusting in and out, maintaining the depth as Thoma swirled his tongue around the harbinger’s nipples.

He looked at Zhongli with teary eyes, the archon was enchanted by his misery, his eyes were glowing amber as the gold markings shone brighter and brighter, his hand wrapped around Childe’s hardened cock as the sharp claws lightly scraped on the sensitive skin. Just as he was about to lose consciousness, Ayato loosened his grip. Childe coughed, gasping for air while trying to keep himself from releasing. He’d never felt a rush this strong, so stimulated and in an immense amount of pain. His senses were both heightened and completely dulled all at the same time. Thoma was leaving kisses all over his face and shoulders, rubbing his cheeks on his skin, soft, pink and filled with freckles like a strawberry.

“You remember how we stop, Ajax?” Zhongli asked with a hint of concern to make sure as Ayato kept brutally thrusting in and out, latching onto Childe’s hips tightly. “Yes, Master.” he breathed out in between moans. Thoma could feel Zhongli twitch inside him, one hand on his side and one hand around Childe’s dick. He was amazed at the harbinger’s stamina. “Again, please.” he pleaded. Ayato looked at the archon with a hungry gaze. Zhongli thought he was deranged at times. He would ruin someone like his Ajax. Thoma was more of a brat as far as Zhongli had observed, he fought back to Ayato and him, and he liked having his way even as a bottom. But Childe lived to serve him, so he cherished that, he was careful not to damage Ajax. But seeing him as big a mess as he was right now was awakening something inside Zhongli.

Ayato was still looking at him, “Do it.” Upon hearing the archon’s voice, Ayato didn’t waste a second before tightening the collar once again. Muffled moans and screams dangled on the harbinger’s throat. He knew how to make it stop, and he knew he had to, but he just loved the way Zhongli looked at him. As if he wanted to fuck him senselessly and tear him to pieces. He was getting it out on Thoma, who was thoroughly enjoying it with his eyes rolled to the back of his head, loud moans escaping his lips. Just as his lungs were about to give out, Ayato let go, Childe was unable to hold himself any longer as he painted Thoma’s stomach white. “My lord…” Thoma whimpered. “Go ahead, pup.” Ayato permitted him to release. Childe looked up, then collapsed onto the housekeeper, blacking out as his body went limp. Ayato looked at the archon, “Finish, Ayato.” he growled. Thoma held the harbinger’s body still as Ayato chased his own orgasm, Zhongli grunted, releasing around the same time as the commissioner, holding onto Thoma’s waist.

Everyone stayed in place for a while, settling down and coming out of the high. Ayato gently laid Childe on his back as Zhongli pulled out. “Hm, making a mess on our guests…That’s not very nice Thoma.” Ayato teased. Thoma pouted, then smiled again, “Can I clean him up?” he asked. “Mhm, do that and I’ll draw you a nice, warm bath.” Thoma climbed on top of Childe, licking off his own cum from the harbinger’s stomach and groin. Ayato laid on Zhongli’s chest, his silver hair scattered over the now fading gold markings while his slender fingers gently traveled over the archon’s thighs. Thoma moved down, cleaning his master’s semen leaking out of the harbinger’s hole. Zhongli’s hands were tangled in Ayato’s hair, his heartbeat finally returning to a normal pace as a wave of serenity came over him. Soon after resting, Ayato took Thoma to the bath and Zhongli took Childe in his arms, placing a loving kiss on the harbinger’s lips.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact zhongli #genshin impact childe #genshin impact ayato #genshin impact thoma #ayato x thoma #zhongli x childe #sub childe #mlm #mlm smut

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years ago

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I can't get that library gif set you reblogged out of my head. Like sir bang me against the table in a secret library room

I can definitely imagine it now.

A/N: Language, NSFW, smut, creampie, vaginal fingering, mentions of masturbation, sex in public, all kinds of filth and brain thot rot.

You’ve been passing notes back and forth all day, needing Steve, needing him to need you. The last one seems to get his attention more than any of the rest.

~*~

Stevie…?

I have to confess that I broke one of our rules today. Couldn’t wait until we had to study for the science exam tonight. Just needed something to hold me over. I tried my own fingers again, but they weren’t as good as yours. I came though, and I decided to taste it this time. Fuck, baby, it wasn’t bad. Can’t wait for you to have your turn.

Xoxo

And you’d pressed your frosted lips to seal the enveloped spiral sheet, happily sated for the moment. It was only when Steve caught you around the elbow during sixth period, waiting for the corridor to empty before dragging you into the library, your ass ramming into the wooden table, lamps shaking from the pressure—that you realized the extent of your little love letter.

“You know how hard it was to talk about the fucking civil war with a raging boner in history class?”

“I can see it was hard.” You gulp around your observation of his bulge, nestled beneath tight denim washed jeans.

His thumb finds your chin, the pad resting just on your lower lip and pulling. He steps closer, his breath hot and smelling like his secret courtyard cigarette, the mints he pops after to cover the scent, and the glass bottle of Coke that he keeps in his locker to sip on during passing.

“Spread your legs and take off your panties.”

A sporadic thump echoes in your guts, making you gasp. “But the librarian—“

“Is eating her lunch way up front. We’re all the way back here.” He tuts at your hesitation.

“What? You couldn’t help yourself when you snuck off to touch my pussy, could you?”

“I didn’t mean-“

“Oh, I know exactly what you meant, honey,” he says, briefly breaking with a low rapped rasp in his gravelly tone. “tell me, where’d you do it at?”

“Steve…”

“I asked you—“ His mouth finds the shell of your ear, hot breath caressing the shell, stimulating your nipples beneath the cotton of your bra. “—where. did. you. do. it.?”

“In the girl’s bathroom.”

His teeth find your lobe, tugging gently. “Oh yeah? Did you ride your hand, back against the stall? Maybe you propped a foot up on the toilet seat? Or did you sit down so you could spread those legs a little more?”

You moan with a gaped mouth, reaching for his watch covered wrist and squeezing. You don’t argue anymore. He filters a hand beneath the backs of your thighs as you lift, hand tucking into the fabric of your underwear, his other hand sliding along your leg, helping part your limbs to attach to the soaked silk, assisting you in getting it off. You want to bury your face into his shoulder when the string of how much you’re turned on connects from you to the crotch of your panties. Steve rubs his fingers through it, before he pockets your garment in his jeans, stepping back into place and undoing his own pants.

“I can’t wait anymore, baby. And it’s all your fault—“ He clutches onto your hand and presses it into the table beside your left thigh, his other hand stroking along your neck. “—M’ gonna cover your mouth now, and I’m gonna fuck you, honey. And no one will know what’s going on back here but us.”

When you agree and he’s already taking himself through your wetness, the shiny slick visible in lamplight, across the table, your spare hand finds his shoulder and clenches as he pushes inside, giving you a few seconds to adjust, whispering in your ear, your stutters coming off as little bursts of air against his palm that’s hovering over your lips.

“It’s okay. I know, I know, sweetheart. Give it a second, like always.” He pulls his hand away to slide between your legs and rub at your clit, his mouth finding yours as he begins a rhythm.

It gets loud, audible even over his big hand clasped over your mouth. When you can’t take it, you’re squeezing his waist, hand pulling and running through his hair, fingers on your left side still interlocked, he starts to falter, eyes wide, forehead resting against yours. “Shit, honey. Fuck, baby. You’re soaking my cock for me, what a good fucking girl you are.”

It’ll be a mess if he pulls out, so you fall back onto your elbows, letting him hike your legs around his waist, his hands finding purchase on the table, one spreading your cunt open to rub your clit in time with the rhythmic movements and the creaking of the table. He cums seconds before you, an apologetic whimper where you have to reach out and cover his mouth, the vibrations undoing your own orgasm. He fucks you through it, palm back over your mouth until you stop trembling and can speak without whimpering. He nuzzles you, stroking your shaking thighs. “You okay?”

“So glad I passed you that note, Steve.”

“Take that as a yes then?”

When he helps you off the table and leads you out with your fingers laced and his cum warm and inside you, dangerously close to dripping down your thighs, that’s his perfect payback.

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empower-bi-women · 4 years ago

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Size kink w/Jay

Word count: 1827

Warnings: SMUT SO 18+ ONLY, size kink, a bit of choking, dirty talk, light degradation maybe, swearing, and thats about it I think

A/N: So this started off as a little headcanon the turned into a full fic with the help of @bookfrog242 so enjoy our joint 3am thirst. As always feedback is greatly appreciated :)

tagging @littleredwing89 and @batarella cause ik y’all love Todd

masterlist

So we all know this man is B U I L T

If you're small like me (I’m 5’2 and I like to think of Jay around 6’1ish) he just dwarfs you.

He found out from a night at the manor when Dick and Tim were joking around

He walked into the room just in time to see you tackle Tim to the ground as he laughed maniacally yelling about a size kink and from the way you reacted he could guess it was you that had it.

That night he walks into your room all casual like, just asking questions about your day when he decided to corner you

Literally.

“I have a theory about you princess, I know you said that Tim was lying but I think you’re the liar.”

For every step that he took forward, you took back until your back hit the wall. He gave you a sadistic smile as he kept moving forward until you were staring at his broad chest.

“Look at me Y/N” you could practically feel the rumble in his chest

He put his large hand on your cheek, tilting your head up to meet his blue eyes “look at you, so small and cute, I could just wreck you” his hand slid down to your neck, grabbing it lightly.

“I think you love when I get in your space like this” he kisses your neck, “you’re so close to coming all because I’m bigger,” he bites your neck, “and stronger “ he pulls your hips toward him “and I can use you as my own personal fuck toy” you inadvertently let out a moan and he smirked down at you.

“I bet you’d let me do just about anything to you. Let me fuck you until your eyes roll back and you can’t think of anything anymore”

He peeled off your shirt and his hands palmed your chest as you let out soft whimpers at his actions, moving your body forwards slightly at the contact.

“You’re just the perfect size for me to ruin. Looking up at me with those huge eyes acting all innocent,” he nipped at your ear,” I bet you're soaked right now princess.”

You shook your head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right.

“Oh really? You don’t think so?” he pulled your shorts and panties down in one swift motion before sliding a finger in between your folds. He felt your juices against his fingers and teased you slightly, smirking at how ruined you already were.

“Well will you look at that princess, I was right.”

You moaned out as he held you in place with one hand around your throat as he worked his finger into you slowly before adding another.

“Fuck Jason.” you moaned out as he just laughed at you clawing at his arms while his thumb rubbed your clit. You felt him increase the speed of his thumb slightly and moaned out from the contact, making him smirk at your helpless form “such a good girl for me, so wet and ready. I bet no one else can make you feel the way I do.”

His speed increased once again as you gasped out “it’s too much Jason I can’t.” He smirked as he felt you throb around his fingers “yes you can princess.” he grunted slightly at the feeling of his dick become harder from the sight of you falling apart at his fingers “and you will. You’ll take what I give you and be grateful”

You tightened around his fingers as you came with a shout of his name. He kept rubbing your clit, working you through your orgasm.

Once it started to die down he gave you a wicked grin. “Now I didn't say you could cum, did I princess?”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, pupils blown “I’m sorry I just couldn’t hold it.”

He clicked his tongue. “Too bad.” he picked you up and carried you to the bed in the center of the room before sitting you down on his lap. “You wanted to cum so badly, go ahead.” he gestured to his thighs, “knock yourself out princess.”

You rested your hands on his broad shoulders before slowly dragging your hips across the material of his pants. You whimpered at the sensation of the rough denim on your oversensitive clit.

He sat back, watching you with a cocky look on his face. Blue eyes danced across your innocent form and he couldn’t help but to stare at the way your lips seemed to form a perfect ‘o’ every time your clit dragged across his thighs. He admired the way you whined and felt something dark stir down in his core, dick hardening at every whimper that escaped your lips. He felt himself letting out slight grunts of approval every time you brushed against his clothed dick, slightly thrusting his hips to create more friction between your hips.

Your hips moved faster as you neared your high once again before Jason lifted you off his thigh.

“What the fuck Todd.” you whined out. He tossed you onto the bed with ease. “Uh uh princess, you can speak when spoken to - understood?” You nodded and felt his thumb move across your bottom lip, bucking your hips slightly as he teased you with his knee. “No one will ever touch you again, understood?” You nodded as you watched him unbuckle his belt, but felt him pause. “What did I say princess? You’re mine. Understood?” You let out a whimper but managed a reply “Yes sir.”

He let out a low growl “good girl.” He groaned as he slid the tip in "you feel so fucking good princess." you whined as his hips met your body, both of you breath heavy as he looked down at your connecting bodies. "holy shit, look how deep I am inside you." he lightly traces the outline of himself before his large hands trail lower over your stomach before pressing down, making you cry out “Fuck you’re taking me so well princess. Look at you all swollen and soaked for me. Such a good little girl.”

He thrust his hips against yours as you sob in pleasure, tears streaming down your face. "look at you, my pretty fucking princess, all fucked out already and we've barely even started. I bet when you played with yourself you pictured me, or maybe it was Grayson. I see the way you look at him, and while I understand your thoughts about him, he could never fuck you the way I’m about to”

Pinning both your hands in one of his, he held you down as he thrust his hips at an unforgiving pace, watching your face twist up in pleasure. “Keep your eyes on me princess.” he groaned as you bit your lip, eyes fluttering open to meet his. “Fuck princess, I’m gonna cum just from the way you keep tightening around me. Such a good girl, so small but taking me so well.” He moved himself again, withdrawing himself completely before pushing back in

“You like how I just completely take over, hm? How I make you feel like the small baby you are? Turn you into my brainless brat.” You lie there a moaning mess, not being sure whether to answer him or not. He growls “Tell me how much you love having me inside you princess.”

“I love it,” you cried out, tears running down your cheeks, “you feel so good inside me sir.”

He stopped inside you. You clawed at his wrists begging him to move before he pulled out, flipped you over.. He grabbed your hands, pinning them behind your back.

“Jason please I'm so close.” you were cut off when you felt an exploding pain in your ass.

“Don’t know how I went this long without touching this amazing ass of yours,” he smacked it once again as you cried out in pain, “fucking beautiful. But I believe you were in the middle of begging? You sounded so pretty for me I’d hate to miss it again.”

“Please,” your voice shook with need, “I need to cum Jason please.”

“Aw come on princess you can do better than that,” he lowered himself to growl in your ear, “now be a good girl, and beg.”

You whined and felt yourself grow desperate, you couldn’t help but to finally let go. “Jason, I need you inside me. I need to feel your big dick hitting all the right spots, making me so wet and needy for you. I need to cum around your cock. I need you to make me yours.”

He smirks at your desperate tone and pushes in and out without warning, you can feel his long dick hit spots you didn’t even know were possible and you love it. You can’t help but get addicted to feeling Jason inside you, your dripping walls accommodating him for his every need.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you just like this? Make you my little whore, thinking about nothing but me filling you up with my cum? You should have told me earlier about your little kink, we could have had so much fun.” he rubs your clit bringing you to the edge, “well I guess we just have to make up for lost time then, huh princess.”

You can feel his dick twitching inside of you, as your walls tighten around him “Fuck sweetheart, gonna cum just from hearing the sounds that are coming out of that pretty mouth of yours.”

You whine out and grind back against his hips, “What is it baby? You can talk. Such a good girl, waiting for permission.”

“Please can I cum, I need it so bad sir, please.” you begged through tears.

Jason let out a low chuckle at your words. “Hold it.”

You whimpered out as you couldn’t take it anymore, “Please sir, just let me cum. Punish me if you have to, just let me cum.”

He groaned at the desperation in your voice before speaking again. “Fuck princess, so needy for my cock to make you cum. Cum with me. NOW.”

You moaned out, tears streaming down your face and sobs leaving your throat. You felt so raw, so used. But you loved it, you wanted - no - craved more. You needed Jason to use your body, you needed to feel his cock deep inside of you at all times. You came with a shout of his name. Your vision turned white for a few moments and you swore your soul left your body.

You felt his hot cum spurt into you, Jason groaned above you. “Fuck princess you get any tighter you’re gonna rip my dick off.” he slowly pulled out of you, hissing as the cool air hit his body. He flopped down on the bed, giving you a shit eating grin. “So, round two?”

#Jason Todd #red hood #red hood smut #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #jason todd smut #dc #dc smut #dc fics #jason todd x reader #batboys smut #size kink

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33roda · 3 years ago

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Kaeya X Dom!Reader <3

tags: tiddy sucking (m!receiving), butt fingering, (m!receiving), brat taming kinda, gn!reader I think !!

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Yet another exhausting Abyss Order attack, finally over with.

It was a quite difficult one at that, having required a whole army of knights at the gates of Mondstadt, so Kaeya invited the team to a drink at Angel's Share, out of all places. Even after all the energy that used up, he's still in the mood for drinks?

Well, that didn't matter anyway, because either way, you would've been forced to go either by Kaeya or by Lisa. You sat quietly next to Kaeya, listening to him chat with the other knights.

"Ah, another success.. Of course, we couldn't have done it without our Honorary Knight here," he chatted, sounding as sarcastic as ever. "You truly are a new storm after all."

He rested his hand on your shoulder while holding up his third glass of sparkling wine of the night, chuckling at how Amber was already tipsy after one sip of beer. Jean held her up, furrowing her eyebrows tightly, looking for where Lisa went. Probably off to flirt with the new naive bartender. Everyone's enjoying their time here while she had to babysit Amber and Lisa?

"Of course, Y/N. It is truly an honor to celebrate this with our new Honorary Knight." she stumbled as she continued holding up Amber and wiping her drool with napkins, her slurring drowned out by the noises in the background. You let out a polite smile, showing your appreciation to everyone on the table.

"Thank you, Grand Master. It was a pleasure working with you today." The table was awkward. Too formal, too stiff, but Kaeya didn't seem to mind it, just smirking and slowly sipping on his wine. You almost started wondering and fantasizing about when it'd be time to leave, but as soon as you thought of that, you felt Kaeya's hand slide off your shoulder and started gently caressing your thighs. Ah, expected. Of course there had to be an ulterior motive to his invitation, not that you minded. Taking advantage of the loud, distracting chatter in the background, he ducked his head next to your ear just enough so you could feel his hot breath against it.

"You sure look bored, Y/N. Quite rude of you to not respect etiquette," he whispered against your ear and chuckled. "I have something more fun for you later. Meet me outside the bar once the rest leave."

Ha. Finally, something interesting this night. You had nothing to lose anyway, so why not entertain his request? his actions motivating you to just get the night over with, you try to be more friendly with Jean to lessen the tenseness in the air, her unaware of the touching and groping exchanged between you and Kaeya underneath the table.

Lisa would never seem to return, and Jean eventually got tired of the Outrider hiccuping and slurring on her words next to her, deciding it was best for everyone to just go home. Exchanging goodbyes to everyone, Kaeya escorted them outside, looking back and shooting you a wink and a smug smile before leaving the tavern. Oh what you'd do to wipe that smug smile off his face, and you'd be sure to do just that tonight. You started packing up your stuff, taking your sweet time with it, thinking about how you're keeping The Cavalry Captain waiting. You can already picture how he'll be squirming and begging to be touched.. What a pretty sight, you thought, as you exit the tavern door to be greeted with silence for a second; then the husky voice of a grumpy-looking Kaeya.

"Took ya long enough, Honorary Knight," he raised an eyebrow, waiting for an excuse or an apology, getting a figurative slap in the face when he got teasing instead.

"Oh, so sorry, Captain, did my touch make you so needy in there you couldn't wait for a few minutes?," you cooed, giving him as much of a smug smile as he was giving you earlier.

"Hm," he scoffed. Resistance? from a new knight like you? that's new. He was known to be irresistible, to both men and women, being all dolled up with his fancy fur and chains. At least he still has you in his hands, he thought.

Thank Barbatos the streets were empty ‒ if anyone saw you leading the Captain to your house in the dead of the night, the rumours would not sound pretty for either of you. But rumours were the least of your concerns, being in your room with Kaeya holding you against the wall and leaning down to whisper in your ear as you twirled his ponytail in your fingers from behind.

"Getting you here was easier than expected, Y/N," he taunted, "I'm starting to think you've wanted this for some time."

"In your dreams," you looked up at him. To be honest, he was a very attractive man - looking down at you with half lidded eyes and that smirk that never seemed to fade. He shot down to kiss you, but it was too early, you thought. He had to earn it. You grabbed his ponytail, forcing him to throw his head back and expose his pretty little neck to you. His eyes going wide as you started tracing circles on his exposed chest - now that was a sight to appreciate. Funny, he's the captain yet his skin felt smooth and silky against your calloused hands.. now you understand why he liked showing it off so bad. Switching hands to grab him by the face, you snickered, "It seems like you've been the one planning this, Sir Kaeya. Actually, how about you let me be your master tonight, hm?"

"You think it's that easy? Insulting of you, Y/N," you raised an eyebrow at the disobedience, even with your hands grabbing his cheeks, his words coming out slurred. Should've expected that from a smug fuck like Kaeya. "Prove yourself to me."

"You really are a brat. Not surprised, honey." you said, letting go of his cheeks and immediately diving into his chest to lick and suck at it, leaving it with red and purple bruises. Sliding your fingers across his wet chest and under his shirt, you flicked his nipple with your thumb before squeezing it, feeling him shudder standing in front of you. "What's wrong? can't handle it? need to lay down?" you didn't even let him finish before shoving him down into the bed, impressing him with your sudden strength. Giggling, you pinned his wrists down next to his head. "Just let me have my fun with those pretty tits of yours." Surprisingly, he didn't complain - instead, he just bit his lip and turned his head to the side, allowing himself to be touched. "Such a good boy, really,"

"Th-this is just a one time thing, Y/N, don't get your hopes up," he stuttered out between little gasps and squirms, "I promise you, I'll be stuffing you full tonigh- ngh!" he choked, feeling you move his shirt to the side and start lapping at his nipple. If he wasn't hard before, he sure as hell is now. Riling him up was easier than expected - although he'd never admit that. You continued nibbling at him, feeling his hardness underneath his pants on your stomach. Poor Kaeya, getting hard just from this?

"Sensitive, are we?" you commented between licks. "No wonder you love showing off your chest so much. Makes me think how you'd like showing the rest of you off?"

"You'd love to see that, huh?" he remained smug.

"Why yes, I would, Captain," you purred. You started unbuckling his belt and stripping him all the way down to his underwear, leaving so much more area for you to lick, kiss, and just ruin. "Such a pillow princess. Are you like this with everyone else?"

"N-no!" he exclaimed, looking insulted. "Just strip me already, Y/N." Honestly, it was pretty funny how he tried to mask his horniness, even with his dick as hard as ever under you, face flushed and breathing heavily.

"I'm not stripping you unless you call me your master. And if you strip yourself," you held up his chin with your fingers, "I'll just leave you here, naked and horny, with no pleasure at all. Your choice, Kaeya."

"Master.. please, please strip me - I need more, anything, please," he sounded like he was about to cry. How adorable, his pride crumbling right before him, all just so he could have your touch..

"Good boy."

You pulled down his tight blue underwear down to his ankles, freeing his oh-so-pretty cock. He was certainly impressive, but unfortunately, his dick would be useless to you tonight. "How pretty," you hummed, tracing every vein with your fingers, feeling every throb. "You want more, don't you? I want to hear you beg for more."

"More, please, I n-need you to touch me master, please," gasping, he tried rutting against your hand, rubbing himself on you, anything - but failing. "I want it so bad,"

Having the Cavalry Captain being your little bitch wasn't so bad after all. Laughing at his little whines and pathetic attempts to get off on your hand, you grabbed him and started pumping gently, watching his reactions in pure amusement. His usually striking eyes shut closed, eyebrows tight, his mouth wide open - it was all a sight to behold. Groans and whimpers filling the room, he continued trying to thrust harder into your hand, chasing his release. But baby, he had no idea the plan was entirely different than he thought.

He really thought it was just a bit of teasing, then you'd make him cum with your hands, or fuck you tight. But you stopped pumping him, leaving him whining and begging for more, a look of pitiful disappointment on his face. It almost made you feel bad.

"It's not gonna be that easy, pretty boy," you slapped his thighs, "legs up for me baby."

"H-huh?" he looked genuinely confused, still in a daze from the sudden disappearance of your hand on his cock. Not letting him waste any time, you lifted his legs all the way up by yourself.

"Can't even take orders?" you smacked his ass, making it jiggle and let out that filthy noise. You were impressed how loud it was, honestly. "What would the other knights think seeing you like this, Kaeya? maybe you want them to hear you get fucked? see you all spread out for your master?" Not even giving him a chance to respond, you shoved your fingers in his mouth, he could only hum little "mmphs" and nods in your direction. "I never knew our Captain would be such a slut," you watched in amusement as he coated your fingers in drool, looking up at you in desperation. "I'll give you exactly what you want." smiling at him, you rubbed your saliva-coated fingers against his hole for a few seconds before shoving a finger in to prep him. He wanted more, evidently, by the way he kept humping down against your finger with hesitant moans.

"Y-You're doing it all wrong," he slipped off your fingers with heavy breaths, "let me show you how it's done, master," You raised an eyebrow, and as soon as you were gonna grab him by his throat and punish him, he spread himself out even further with his hands, looking to get a reaction out of you. It was his first time doing this with someone else, but he's definitely fucked himself in front of a mirror before. Who wouldn't love to watch his body like that, anyway?

Shoving two fingers inside himself, he started looking for his spot, erratically humping the air looking for more stimulation, anything; but the most you'd do is stroke his thighs with a smile on your face, teasing him even further. He was obviously just trying to put on a show for you, make you watch him stretch himself out and look at him make the most erotic faces for you - he'd even make sure the whole of Mondstadt heard him get fucked, as if he wasn't gonna wear your hickeys like an award in front of the other knights tomorrow. Watching him fuck in and out of himself, listening to the filthy noises his ass made; you couldn't help but cross your legs a little. "Do you like it, master?" he whimpered.

"I know what you're doing, prince," you answered, "trying so hard to get more.. such a desperate bitch, don't you think?" he nodded in agreement. "Well, since you've been so good.." turning him over, you pushed his face down into the bed. He was already arching his back for you - his pretty hole all wet and ready to get fucked. "You'll still have to work for it, though," you laughed, hearing him groan in protest into the bed. Gently pushing your digits into him, you ordered, "Fuck yourself on my fingers, Kaeya."

Immediately obeying, he pushed himself back onto your fingers, dick flailing under him, sobbing and begging for you to just fuck him yourself - maybe if he obeyed for a little, you'd finally do it? "Such a good boy. And to think you wanted to fuck me?"

You wouldn't let go until you found his spot, curving your fingers towards his navel, making his legs give out from all the pleasure - the Captain was simply a doll in your hands to play with. Even when his legs gave out, only then would you finally fuck him yourself, his tears staining your bed alongside his cum. Fucking his spot even when your arms got tired, you had to make him cum again. His moans getting more and more high-pitched with every fuck into him, squirming and grinding his ass against you, he finally came again with a throaty moan filling the room. You pulled out of him and gave his ass a quick smack, letting him take his breath before turning over to face you. His cum all over his stomach and chest was a sight to remember, dick twitching, his face blushy and pretty lips open gasping.

Sliding your fingers across his chest, you picked up some of his cum and put it near his mouth, waiting for him to put his tongue out to lick it. He did just that, making eye contact with you, and even holding your wrist in place so he could lick it all up. "Good puppy."

He'll definitely be limping around the other knights tomorrow.. Not that he minded. He'll absolutely be teasing you again at the Knights of Favonious headquarters, anyway.

#sub!genshin #genshin #kaeya #sub!kaeya #gn!reader #sub!genshin x reader #dom!reader #smut #genshin smut

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waka-chan-out · 3 years ago

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Ok concept/request, you're riding Iwaizumi in the Aoba Johsai locker room and Oikawa walks in on you two and you feel like everything is about to get really awkward, but then Iwaizumi asks if he could join in?

(I ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ your stuff so much btw!!!!!!!)

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i am OBSESSED with this idea. y’all know how much i like writing multiple characters, huh? 👀 sorry for taking so long on this but thank you for sending in a request! i’m flattered you like my content baby i hope you’re doing well

i exclusively write post-timeskip characters so i’m going to change this to argentina national team oikawa and athletic trainer iwaizumi if that’s alright :) but the concept shall remain the same.

word count: 2k

content warnings: she/her afab reader, established relationship, threesome, oral (m. receiving), double penetration, “sir,” “good girl,” LOTS of pet names, ass play, very low risk public sex, light teasing, light dacryphilia, creampie

You could still hear players shuffling out of the arena from the locker room. Tooru had told his team not to wait up, that he was going to stay and catch up with old friends. Instead, he had pulled you into his team’s deserted locker room and pushed you against the cool concrete wall, too hyped up from his game to even manage a shower.

Somehow that made it even hotter as you tangled your fingers in his lovely blue jersey, holding on as tight as you could as you shifted up and down in his lap.

His breath rushed heavy into your ear, face screwed up in pleasure and pressed into the crook of your neck. Both of you were so wrapped up in each other that the ability to speak was stripped away entirely, leaving behind pants and groans and the occasional high pitched moan.

Your brains and bodies were occupied, and that made it impossible to hear the locker room door clunk open and the heavy footsteps approach the back row of lockers.

“Oikawa.”

The voice fell like a bucket of cold water. You couldn’t run, so you clapped your hands over your face and buried into Tooru’s shoulder. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Tooru turned around, an exhausted smile on his face.

“Iwa-chan.” He let out a cough, unable to catch his breath. “Thought you would’ve gone home by now.”

“I figured you’d pull something like this.”

“But you won’t tell, will you? Because you’re our good little Iwa-chan.”

Iwaizumi’s face screwed up in disgust.

“I wasn’t going to tell as long as you were in a generous mood.”

You perked up.

“What?” you asked. Iwaizumi crossed his arms.

“Shitty-kawa needs to learn how to share if he’s going to make a mess in our locker rooms.”

Your eyes grew wide and Tooru laughed.

“I don’t know whether to take you seriously or not, Iwa-chan.”

“I could just report you.”

“I didn’t say no, but I’m not the one you have to ask.”

They both turned to face you and your mouth grew dry.

Scanning Iwaizumi’s body, you couldn’t say you’d never thought about it. The few times you had met Tooru’s Iwa-chan in person he had such a presence around him. No matter how out of control Tooru got, Iwaizumi held the reigns, able to shut situations down in only a few words. Not only that, he was almost infuriatingly good looking. His uniform polo looked uncomfortably tight around his chest and biceps, and that’s not even mentioning the way his legs fit into his dress pants.

You wanted his arms around you. Immediately.

“Does the door lock?” you asked. Tooru grinned.

“I knew you were fun,” he said, pressing kisses to your neck. Iwaizumi’s lips curled into a smile and he disappeared for a moment. You heard an echoey click and he returned, already pulling his belt out of its loops. Tooru laughed again.

“Cocky, Iwa-chan. At least get them warmed up first.”

Iwaizumi approached you, continuing to undo his slacks.

“I think you’ve already taken care of that,” he muttered, pushing down on Oikawa’s shoulder so he would laid down on the bench. Iwaizumi leaned down and pressed a gentle but warm kiss on your lips.

“You’ll be good for me, right?” he whispered as he pulled down the front of his briefs. You grinned and tugged him closer by the belt loop.

“Yes.” You punctuated the word by wrapping your lips around him. He was slightly shorter than Oikawa but significantly thicker. You looked up at him and took him as far into your mouth as you could.

“Shit,” he breathed, cupping your chin and running a thumb over your cheek. “What did you do to bag this one?”

Oikawa laughed and laced his fingers behind his head.

“I’m very charming, Iwa-chan. You should know that by now.”

You smiled as much as you could with Iwaizumi’s weight still in your mouth. He looked down at you and combed your hair out of your face.

“Wanna make him shut up for me?” he asked. You became keenly aware of the fact that Tooru was still inside of you and circled your hips. He hissed and tipped his head back against the bench.

“Mean, Iwa-chan,” he gasped. You continued a steady rock in his lap and he let out small, sharp breaths, trying to remain composed as he watched your eyes focus on Iwaizumi’s. “Don’t push her head,” he warned. “She doesn’t like that.”

“Yeah?” Iwaizumi said. His hand cupped your face, gently following your movement as your head dipped and pulled back. “You don’t like when he shows you what to do, huh? What if I show you what to do? Will you let me?”

He pulled you off of him, gently swiping at your lip to clean your face. He pushed his index and middle past into your lips, dragging them over your tongue. You closed your eyes at the feeling and you heard him let out a content laugh.

“That’s my girl. Why don’t you bend over for me?”

You quickly leaned forward so you were laying on Tooru’s chest.

“You really are an obedient little thing, aren’t you?” he said, running a hand through your hair. “Why don’t you behave this way with me, hm?”

“Because you don’t command any respect,” Iwaizumi grumbled. He ran his hands over your ass then down, circling your entrance. You gasped and held Tooru tighter.

“Don’t act so shy,” he said through a laugh. “You’ve done that before and you know you like it.”

“Oh? Is that true?” Iwaizumi asked. You nodded, but he ran his hand over the back of your neck and tugged your hair lightly. “Words, darling.”

“Yes,” you stammered. He chuckled and unceremoniously pushed a finger inside of you. You let out a choked moan and pressed your face further against Tooru’s chest.

“Aw, Iwa-chan, be nice.”

“I am being nice. Feels good, doesn’t it doll?”

“Y—” You paused as Tooru leaned up to your ear.

“Call him sir. He’ll lose it.”

Iwaizumi landed a quick smack on your ass and pushed in another finger.

“What did I say about your words? Does it feel good?”

“Yes, sir.” The words were rushed, nervous. You were sure Iwaizumi could hear the hesitation in your voice, but the low groan that left him was assurance enough.

“Oh, fuck. What a good girl.” You could hear him readjusting his pants and gasped when he pressed up against you from behind. “You gonna be good and take all of me? I know you can do it.” You hummed as he started pushing forward.

“Yes, sir.”

He laughed aloud and continued to slowly sheath himself inside of you. He was going agonizingly slow, and though you knew you needed time to adjust, all you wanted was more.

“That’s right, baby. Take him like you take me,” Tooru said, running his hands over your waist. “I’m still better, though. Right?” Iwaizumi finally bottomed out inside of you and you let out a short, strangled sound, pressing your forehead against Tooru’s. “See? You’ve sent her right back into my arms.”

“We’ll see about that.” Iwaizumi pulled back slowly, dragging a shocked gasp from your throat. “You can’t fill her up like this. Right, sweetheart? Tell me how full you are.”

“So full,” you groaned. As his hips pushed forward again you mumbled, “please.” His laugh was even louder this time.

“Please what? Come on.”

“Please fuck me, Iwa.”

“I think that’s what I’m doing right now. You asking for more?” He moved his hips quickly once and you moaned.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.” You leaned up and looked Tooru in the eye. “Yes, Hajime. Please fuck me harder.” His eyebrow raised and a smirk pulled at his lips.

“Oh, fuck.” Iwaizumi’s voice rumbled in his chest as he gripped your hips, snapping them against you hard and fast.

“Look at you, doll.” Tooru purred. “Taking his cock when I’m still inside of you. You that desperate? You want me to fuck you too?”

You nodded, face screwed up in a wince as Iwaizumi found a perfect angle inside of you.

“No sir for me? Greedy little thing. I guess you can have my cock. Next time you’ll have to beg.” He joined Iwaizumi in holding your hips, lifting them slightly off of him so he could gain leverage. Then he began slowly moving, cock dragging inside of you and, oh fuck, did it feel good to have both of them pushing inside of you. Tooru quickly build up his pace to match Iwaizumi’s, each of them thrusting into you at the same time. The feeling was overwhelming and quickly brought a sob to your lips.

“Aw, baby don’t cry. You were so ready for us. What happened?”

“Don’t be mean, Oikawa. She’s taking it well.”

“Sure, Iwa-chan, but she doesn’t seem very grateful, does she?” He grabbed your chin and brought your face up to look at him. “Say thank you.”

You choked on a moan as Tooru halted mid-thrust, pushing right up against where you wanted him most.

“Thank you,” you murmured. Tooru laughed.

“Come on, princess, Iwa-chan couldn’t hear you. Say it so he can hear it.”

“Thank you, Hajime.”

Iwaizumi let out a strained laugh but said nothing, too focused on the rock of his hips.

“Now me,” Tooru purred. There was a delicious glint in his eye. You couldn’t decide whether it was frightening or devastatingly sexy. “Say thank you, Tooru. Thank you for fucking you so well and letting my Iwa-chan have his way with you.”

“Thank you, Tooru,” you gasped. “For everything. Please.” You leaned forward and captured his lips. His eyes widened before settling into a smug expression.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum soon,” Iwaizumi said. Tooru broke your kiss.

“Not inside,” he warned. Iwaizumi scoffed.

Tooru seemed to realize that he was close as well, face screwing up and hips moving more erratically.

“Are you going to cum with us, princess? Make a mess all over our cocks?” You whimpered and buried your face into his neck. “I think that’s a yes, Iwa-chan. Just wait. She’s so pretty when she cums.”

“Tooru, please,” you begged, but you didn’t know what for. You were climbing fast, body giving in completely to the feeling of the two men inside of you. You felt so good and so full you almost couldn’t stand it.

“Be nice, Oikawa. Let her cum first.” Iwaizumi’s voice was strained.

“Won’t be too long, Iwa-chan. Just look at her.”

You were so close. You could almost taste the orgasm about to rack your body, more overwhelming than ever due to the second man buried inside of you.

“Please,” you begged, but you didn’t know who you were begging to. “Please, let me cum.”

“Let go, baby. We’ve got you,” Tooru said, staring past you at Iwaizumi. Your body locked up and you let out a small sobbing noise, tightening your grip on Tooru’s jersey. Your body shook and the men seemed to follow soon after you. Tooru mumbled a small flurry of “that’s it”s before holding your hips tight and spilling inside of you. Iwaizumi let out a long groan, continuing a slow slide in and out of you. Despite Tooru’s warning, Iwaizumi’s hips remained flush against your ass as he groaned through his orgasm, making you feel lightheaded but forcing a scowl onto Tooru’s face.

You all lay there panting for a moment, unsure of how and when to move. Your entire body was buzzing. The slightest movement forced a gasp, and a long hiss left your lips as Iwaizumi withdrew.

“Iwa-chan, what did I tell you?” Tooru said, but there was no fight in his voice. He sounded exhausted. Iwaizumi didn’t respond. He tucked himself back into his pants and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and rubbing your arm. He stared at you for a moment longer before smirking.

“Make sure you stretch before you leave, Oikawa. You missed the cool down at the end of the game.”

Then he turned on his heels and left the locker room, leaving you and Oikawa alone with the echoes of what you had just done.

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doctorstethoscope · 4 years ago

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The Shirt || A. Hotchner x Fem Reader

Hi besties, here is some smut for your Tuesday evening! No real reason I just had a rough day at work and wanted to write something self-indulgent.

18+ CONTENT AHEAD MINORS DNI

contains: sir/daddy kink, thigh riding, dom aaron, spanking, degradation, oral (f receiving) penetrative sex

wordcount: 2.7k

Aaron was beginning to wonder if he needed to brush up and take a profiling course. You’d been sitting across from him in his office, stabbing and picking at your salad for the better part of the last twenty minutes, and he still couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

You couldn’t be mad at him, he figured, or else you wouldn’t have joined him for lunch. You’d been joking around with everyone in the bullpen all morning, so no problems there. Maybe it was something with your parents? He knew your mother had called a couple weeks ago and gotten on your nerves, but you’d seemed to have moved past that. He was at a total loss.

“Did you sleep okay?” He tried, knowing full well that you had. He practically had to pull you out of bed this morning.

“Yeah, I did,” you looked up from your salad and smiled at him.

So she’s definitely not mad at me, Aaron thought to himself. “You feeling okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, baby. It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” You shook your head, looking back down at the lettuce you were meticulously poking.

“Whatever it is, it’s clearly not nothing,” he chuckled. “You’ve hardly touched your lunch and you can barely look me in the eye.”

“We can talk about it later, Aaron.” You told him.

“Oh, so now there is something to talk about!” He said, victorious. “Spill.”

“You really don’t want to know.” You warned, and he reached across the table to take your hand in his.

“Of course I do.” He tells you, looking you in the eye and trading his previous mirth for a look of concern.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks before you even spoke. “You look really, really good today.” You confessed lowly.

“Oh?” Aaron asked, confused.

“And I can’t focus, because all I can think about is crawling under that desk and pulling down your fly and--”

“Naughty girl,” Aaron cooed, and you laughed.

“I tried to warn you.” you said, looking down at your food again, embarrassed.

“That you did.” He agreed with a smirk on his face.

“You don’t have to look so pleased about it, you know.” You rolled your eyes at him, and he stepped out of his chair, moving to the other side of the desk to tilt your chin up and kiss you.

“I’m smiling,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you again, “because I’m thinking of everything I’m going to do to you the minute we cross the threshold tonight.” He leaves your lips to plant a kiss on your jawline and you’re standing up and throwing your arms around him in an instant, grateful for his closed blinds. He indulges you for another moment, although you're certain it’s only to get you more hot and bothered, before separating his mouth from you and giving your ass a quick slap.

“Now, go back to your desk and try to behave, and we’ll see what kind of fun you’ve earned when we get home.” He whispered in your ear and you shuttered.

“Yes sir,” you whispered back, not daring to look him in the eye for fear that your knees would buckle.

The anticipation for the rest of the day was torture, for both you and Aaron. But he could at least have the good grace not to hide it so well. You tried not to look like you were rushing out of the office, but in truth you didn’t know how much longer you could be patient for. You silently thanked whatever God was out there that Jack had taken the bus home with a friend for a sleepover this afternoon as you slipped into the passenger’s seat of Aaron’s SUV for the ride home, anticipation building even further in your stomach. Aaron wrapped an arm behind your seat to pull out of the parking lot, and you watched him out of the corner of your eye. He caught you, and smirked, moving his hand to land on your thigh, pulling you towards him and lighting your skin on fire, even through the material of your dress pants.

“Aaron,” you mumbled, but he cut you off.

“Ah, ah. You’ve been such a good girl all afternoon. Don’t spoil it now.”

You let out an almost imperceptible whimper at his words, but willed yourself to be quiet, worrying your bottom lip against your teeth as Aaron traced patterns into your thigh with his long fingers. Goddamn tease.

He’s silent for the whole drive, letting the consistent motion of his index finger against your thigh do all the talking. You’re breathing so heavily you’re sure he can hear you, but you don’t dare make a sound. By the time Aaron parks the car at home you’re practically buzzing with excitement. He unbuckles his seatbelt, and leans across you to undo yours.

“We are going to have so much fun this evening,” He whispered before kissing you breathless. You brought your hands to either side of his face, letting him trace his tongue over your teeth before he pulled away. You saw your lipstick smudged on the corner of his mouth and smiled.

“For the sake of public decency, we should probably take this inside.” Aaron says, and you open your car door, leaving your purse and his briefcase in the car. He follows you, snaking an arm around you to open the front door for you and let you in first. The door is shut by the weight of your body slamming against it once you are both inside, Aaron not even bothering to flick a light switch before he attached his lips to your neck, nipping and sucking in a way that made your toes curl.

“I’ve been thinking about taking you all afternoon,” Aaron confessed into your collarbone, moving his hand to unbutton your trousers. “Thinking about how pretty you are going to sound screaming my name when I make you cum.”

You threw your head back against the door. “Aaron,” you moaned out, working with him to shove your pants down your legs as you kicked your heels off and across the room.

“Exactly. It’ll be just like that, but louder.” He teased you, pressing a quick peck to your cheek. He slotted his knee in between your legs once your pants were discarded, already able to feel how wet you were against him.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned out, pushing his suit off his shoulders and digging your nails into his back through his shirt.

“Darling, you’re practically ready for me and I’ve barely even touched you. What did it for you? What was it that made you so needy that you were ready to crawl underneath my desk and take my cock into your mouth, feet away from all of our coworkers?”

You bucked against his thigh as he talked, and he smirked, bringing a hand to rest against your cheek. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you loved and hated him for it in equal measure. “Y-your shirt.” you gasped out.

“My shirt?” He asked, genuinely confused. It was a regular button up shirt, the same type he always wore under his suits.

“It’s tight.” You stammered out. “And you’re not wearing an undershirt.”

“Neither are you,” he countered, pulling your own shirt over your head and leaving you in your bra and panties.

Despite the fact that you were already panting, practically naked, and all but riding his thigh in the doorway of your apartment, you felt a twinge of embarrassment admitting the next part. “I could see your pecs through your shirt. I was thinking about kissing my way down your chest and then sucking you off.” You admitted.

“Such a dirty little whore,” He smirked, and you let the ghost of a smile pass through your face. He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, and then begins to kiss down your chest, along your ribcage, and in between your breast. You’re sure he’s going to give you mind blowing orgasms that make you forget about all this teasing, but you will yourself to remember if only so you can pay him back. He’s kissed all the way down to your belly button before he picks you up by the thighs and carries you to the bedroom. You wrap your arms around him and take the opportunity to kiss up the column of his neck, pulling his earlobe between your teeth gently before he lays you against the mattress.

He undresses quickly and takes a moment to look at you, cheeks flushed and hair spread over the pillows, chest heaving up and down with the weight of your arousal, and you’re tempted to whine, but you look into his eyes and know that he’s not doing it to tease you-- he’s adoring you. He’s committing every goosebump and every dimple and every beauty mark to memory, because he loves you. You smile.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he whispers against the skin of your breast, “That you can’t walk. You can’t talk. You’ll just be stuck here, blissed out and recovering all weekend. Does that sound good?”

“Yes sir,” you breathe out, and he gets to work.

He sucks your nipple in between his teeth and immediately your hips buck up off of the mattress. Without abandoning his task, he moves a hand to pin your hips down, but that doesn’t stop you from blindly searching for friction. You were getting desperate, at this point. The hours between lunch and leaving the office had been foreplay all their own, and everything that had happened since you left the office had only intensified your need. He laved your other nipple against his teeth and moved his hand toward your slit, just barely tracing his way up to your clit.

“You’re so needy. All for me.” He whispered.

“All for you,” you confirmed breathlessly.

“What am I going to have to do to keep you satisfied at work all day?” he asked, rubbing against your clit slowly, enjoying the pinch of your brow as you attempted to grind down on his hand. “Should I buy a special vibrator I can leave inside you while we work?” He asked, plunging a finger into you and you cry out. “Should I give you an orgasm right there at your desk, in front of the whole team, while I watch you from my office? Would that keep my little slut satisfied?” He asked, but true to his word you can barely speak. “Should we get you a little plug, angel?” He inquires as he sticks another finger in you. “Keep you good and stretched all day so you’re ready for me when we get home?” He teased you further, pumping his fingers in and out of you. “No, I’m not going to do that. You know why?” He asked, and you knew that this question wasn’t rhetorical.

“Why?” You gasped out.

“Because,” he starts, inching his way down the mattress to plant a kiss on your hip bone, “I’m possessive, and I like that I’m the only person who can make you feel this good. No one knows your body like I do. No one can bring you to the edge like I do. Isn’t that right?” He asked, now face to face with your pussy and licking his lips in anticipation

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he whispers, and replaces his fingers with his tongue in an instant.

“Fuck!” you scream in pleasure as he drinks from you like a man lost in the desert. You’re certain your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you’re reduced to one continuous drawn out moan as Aaron laps at you greedily for what could have been seconds or hours. Your thighs are shaking, and you feel so good you’re practically drooling.

“Aar-- fuck, Aaron. If you keep this up I’m going to cum without you.” You warn him urgently.

You feel his smirk against you before he responds. “I want you to cum, angel. Cum for daddy.”

The new name does you in-- the rubber band snaps inside of you and you're bucking wildly against him as pleasure courses through you over and over and over again. “Fuck, thank you daddy. Thank you, thank you thank you,” you become a litany of gratitude, unable to form any other thought until you collapse against the mattress, chest heaving. Aaron sidles up against you, kissing you delicately and allowing you a moment to catch your breath.

“Did it live up to the fantasy?” Aaron asked once your breathing evened out.

“Baby, in my fantasy, you were the one getting off.” You reminded him.

“Details,” he shrugged, kissing your shoulder. You smiled over at him. He was fully prepared to call it here, after giving you one of the best orgasms of your life and getting nothing in return, but you wouldn’t have it. You rolled over, straddling his thighs. “That particular detail is very important to me,” you countered, leaning down across his chest to suck at the base of his neck. He’d be able to cover the purple mark with the collar of his shirt, but you’d know, and that was enough. You start rolling your hips against him, and you feel the groan reverberate in his chest before you hear it.

“Use me, sir. I’m ready. Use me,” you whisper in his ear, and he deftly maneuvers to enter you. You gasp, still sensitive from your first orgasm but overwhelmed with pleasure. He starts canting his hips up into you, and you get into a comfortable position, satisfied to meet him gently thrust for thrust.

“You know, you’re lucky I didn’t tease you more after everything you put me through tonight,” you tell him, and he lets out a growl before flipping the two of you over.

“Mouthy little brat,” he chastises you before lifting one of your thighs over his shoulder so he can drill even further into you. The change in angle is incredible and you’re crying out in moments.

“I’m gonna cum again. Are you close?” You gasp out, and he turns his head to press a kiss against your leg.

“Go ahead, doll. I’m right behind you,” he whispers tenderly, and you come undone, your second orgasm somehow even more powerful than the first. True to his word, Aaron comes just after you do, and you both collapse against the mattress and take a moment to catch your breath.

“You did so good, sweetheart. Was that good for you?’ Aaron asked, propping himself up on an elbow and brushing a piece of hair off of your forehead with his free hand.

“Do you really have to ask?”

“Of course I do,” he said, looking you in the eye so you knew you weren’t getting out of giving him an answer.

“It was amazing, hon. You know I would tell you if you pushed too far.” You answer the question you knew he was really asking.

He smiled and leaned in to give you a quick kiss before rolling off of the mattress and padding into the bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth.

“Alright, sweet girl. Time to clean you up.” He said, climbing back up on the mattress and in between your legs to clean you reverently. “Are you sore? Does anything hurt?”

You gave him a tired smile. “No more than usual. A good night’s sleep and a fresh bagel from the place down the street in the morning will make everything all better, I think.”

“For you, anything. Every bagel in Virginia.” He smirked, getting up to dispose of the washcloth.

You followed him, going into the bathroom to brush your teeth and pee. After a few moments, you’re both back in bed with all the lights off, wrapped up in each other like nothing exists outside of the bed you both shared. True to his promise, Aaron went out and got you both bagels the next morning, and you relaxed the morning away, watching TV and snuggling in bed until it was time to pick up Jack.

And if Aaron forgot his undershirt more frequently, he’d pretend it was an accident.

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batwritings · 4 years ago

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So what if reader an Dream are together and you both have talked about the flirting he does with the Dream Team you both think of it as nothing more than jokes. Many you laugh at and simply think nothing more, yet today he was feeling extra flirty with the boiz. Reader is a bit upsetti spaghetti so in return they just be the biggest brat they can, wanting to know what all they can get away with.

>:) hehe

Ooh hoo hoo, brat mode activated. >:) I’m on it. Enjoy~!

Warning! There will be a bit of degradation here as punishment! Please be careful when reading!

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You had never had a problem with your boys flirting with each other. You actually found it rather cute and endearing that they were that comfortable with each other, going as far as to bring up little quips or nicknames in the bedroom. Some days though, you really just wanted their attention all to yourself.

That’s how you found yourself pouting on the living room couch at the moment. You could hear the boys upstairs streaming, being borderline aggressively flirtatious with each other. You had been kicked out of each of their rooms respectively when you tried to get their attention on you instead and it was infuriating.

An idea popped into your head then; fine, if they could have fun together, you could have your own fun. You bolted up the stairs into your shared bedroom, found your favorite toy and lube, and plopped yourself back on the couch. This would either go really bad, or really good.

You started slow, touching yourself in every single spot you knew of to get yourself riled up. When your breath started to pick up, you wandered lower, pulling your shorts and underwear down to rub at your sex. It wasn’t long before you were letting out quiet noises that still echoed around the room.

You got fed up with the light play pretty quick, opting to lube up two fingers and slip them inside. You gasp loudly, letting out a loud moan, and hoping the boys had heard you. It wasn’t long before you heard three sets of doors open and footsteps rushing down the stairs.

There they found you, flushed and waiting. You grin at them and give a little wave with your slick hand. “Hiya boys,” you giggle. “You didn’t even let me get to the good part.” You have your toy at them and they’re on you in a flash.

Sapnap has your arms pulled up, tearing away your shirt. George is spreading your legs apart and holding them open, deciding what to do with you. Dream circles the three of you like a predator watching his prey. “You certainly have our attention now little slut,” he comments.

“You’re lucky that didn’t get picked up on the mic,” Sapnap growls in your ear, biting and kissing roughly at your neck. “Would’ve had a worse punishment.”

“That’s not to say they won’t get it,” George mumbles, kissing and marking your thighs. You sigh, tilting your neck to give one of your partner’s more access to your skin.

“Careful guys,” Dream hums from the side. “They’re not supposed to enjoy this. This is punishment.” He grabs your face roughly, forcing you to look at him. “And as much as I know you want the attention darling, you certainly don’t deserve it.”

“P-please sir!” you whine between smushed cheeks. “I’ll do anything!”

Dream chuckles darkly at you, reveling in the way you become putty in his hands. “Oh I know you will honey,” he says, voice sugar-sweet as he lets go of your face. “Do what you want boys, I’m saving the best for last.”

Sapnap scoffs and George rolls his eyes, but the don’t disappoint. They set you up on your hands and knees, George in front of you while Sapnap lines himself up behind you. Their pace is brutal when they’re both inside you, hardly giving you a chance to feel your first orgasm wash over you.

“T-too much,” you try to say when they don’t slow down. George guides you back onto his member, hand in your hair to keep you steady.

“That’s the point, whore,” Sapnap groans, leaning over your back to press at the sensitive part of your sex. You moan along George’s cock, a mix of pain and pleasure spreading through you. “You’re not supposed to enjoy punishment, remember?”

“Besides baby, it’s fun for us right now,” you hear George say between pants and groans. You can tell he’s getting close from the vibrations and your expert mouth working over him. His hips buck between your wet lips and he’s flung into his climax, seed filling your mouth and throat. You gag a bit, trying to take it all, but some manages to escape down the corner of your mouth.

Dream approaches then, pulling the Brit back to kiss him softly. He scoops the leftover cum on his finger and offers it to Sapnap. The younger takes it between his lips, humming before he too is stuttering and filling your other hole. This sends you spiraling into your second orgasm of the evening, moans now echoing around the room freely.

Once again, Dream helps his friend pull out, before quickly replacing him and plugging you up. You cry out again, as Dream takes your hands, holding them behind your back and effectively shoving your face into the couch cushions. Tears are streaming down your cheeks as you get lost in the wonderful flood of pain and pleasure again.

“Awe, what’s this babe?” you hear the blond quip. “Too worn out to even give me those pretty sounds you were making?” He slides a hand under you and pinches your nipple harshly, gaining a strained whine that fades into a moan. “There we go, that’s my precious whore.”

He leans over you then, whispering right into your ear as he talks. “You gonna behave the rest of the day slut? Or are we going to do this again?” he asks, dark tone barely audible over the sound of slapping skin.

It takes you a moment to even think of the words to respond with. “I-I’ll be g-good sir,” you mutter out. “Promise.”

Dream chuckles, only half believing you. “Oh very well,” he sighs between his now erratic breath. “Let this be your warning then sweetheart. It’s the only one you’re going to get if you step out of line again.” He finishes in you then, rapidly rubbing your sex to bring you to your third and final climax.

He pulls himself up straight, trying not to overwhelm you as George and Sapnap kiss your face and back. They shower you with praise for taking your punishment so well. Dream smiles at the three of you, rubbing your back where George doesn’t kiss to show he’s proud of you too.

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mooniefics · 4 years ago

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— personal punishment

pairing : nanami kento / fem reader

word count : 1.8k

tags : pnp, degradation, authority kink, office sex, semi-public sex, boss / secretary, nanami literally being the sexiest man to ever live and breathe

warnings : nsfw, power imbalance

summary : He couldn't expect you to be perfect—but he could definitely expect you to pay for each imperfection in more ways than one.

notes : thank u so much to @suna-reversed for hosting the incredibly creative jujutsuhub collab and allowing me to participate !! much love (୨୧•͈ᴗ•͈)◞*♡

you couldn't exactly say you weren't proud of your performance today.

for one, you'd come into the office late, knowing that your penalties would be formally waived by your boss but well aware that you would have to face his own personal punishment. it was just your luck that this very day was the most busy the office had been all month, leaving you running papers back and forth from your boss' office for hours, nearly tripping over your own heels three times too many before you even reached your lunch break, praying that you weren't screwing anything else up in your frantic rush.

but before you could even think about escaping the confines of the office building to make up for your missed breakfast at a cafe nearby, your boss was already calling back into his office. you already knew exactly why he was requesting your presence, fear and anticipation immediately tangling into a heavy knot in the pit of your stomach. but still you went, obediently as you always did, keeping your head low as you passed your coworkers in the hall.

your fate had been sealed the moment you made a mistake, the same outcome that had been repeating for months now each time you made an error, whether it was as small as not taking the trash out from the waste bin when it was too full for his liking to something as grievous as spilling his morning coffee all over one of his pristine white button-ups. for any and all errors, you were certain to face this punishment.

the position you were in wasn't unfamiliar, bent over nanami's desk, pencil skirt hiked all the way up to your waist with your underwear around your knees, completely at the mercy of the man caging you in with his body from behind.

"if you keep making all that noise, you're going to end up getting us both fired." he growled, voice low in your ear, one hand still pressed firmly over the center of your back, forcing your chest down onto his desk. the other was occupied between your legs, two thick fingers plunging mercilessly into your needy cunt as you struggled to hold in every whimper and moan each snap of his wrist drew from the back of your throat.

"'m s-sorry, s-sir..!" you barely managed to breathe out, nails beginning to scrape at the edge of the wooden tabletop, teeth digging almost painfully into your bottom lip.

"'sorry' doesn't even begin to fix everything you've fucked up today," his stern tone persisted, ribs aching between the pressure of the heel of his palm and the hard desk, "you know just how much stress i've been under and yet you went out of your way to make it worse."

"no, n-not that..! p-promise!" you whimpered, breath coming in pants, struggling to not rock back into his hand with the knowledge that he'd stop entirely if he noticed you doing it.

you had no choice but to keep your eyes trained on the door in front of you, thighs trembling with anticipation, muted gasps and mewls managing to find their way out into the open air despite your efforts. you knew he didn't mind the noise as long as you were making a conscious effort to keep quiet, only loud enough for him to have the pleasure of hearing, only expressing the pitiful broken attempts at showing remorse that seemed to arouse him to no end.

he curled his fingers to rub at spot inside you that made your knees weak, barely chuckling when you writhed under him. "enjoying your punishment like this... you're just a pathetic slut. That's all you'll ever be, isn't that right?"

Your head hung low as you came over his fingers, shuddering, biting firmly at the inside of your cheeks to hold back the whine threatening to escape your heaving chest. you knew you should be ashamed to be so excited in the face of his cruelty, but when it was his voice and hands—discipling you harshly but still paying such good attention to you and your body—you couldn't help yourself.

before you had enough time to begin catching your breath, you could already hear the clinking of his belt buckle as he pulled it free from the belt loops of his pants, the warmth of naked skin as the length of his cock met the back of your thighs, already hard. the hand resting at your back slid up to rest at the base of your neck, fingers working their way into your hair to firmly grasp, holding you still while he eased himself between your thighs.

"please, s-sir.." The words spilled out of you before you could even think to maintain your obedient silence, earning a tug at your hair harsh enough to jerk your head back, arching your body further.

"snd who are you to be making any demands?" He muttered scornfully, the head of his cock now rubbing directly over your dripping pussy, making no effort to do anything more than painstakingly tease.

"i'm not, i j-just—" You sucked in a quick breath as you felt a sharp sting over your ass, certain there was a reddening welt where his hand had just struck it, "i pr-promise i'll be better..."

"and how can I be certain that you actually will? you say the same thing every damn time, and you still have yet to show me any improvement."

your eyes watered as you searched for a proper response, stammering over your words for just a moment too long—long enough to reignite the anger you'd found a momentary mercy from. you just barely pressed your hand over your mouth in time to muffle your own cry as he slammed himself inside of you, the desk shifting across the ground with a harsh squeak, insides struggling to accommodate his size all at once. he found a quick, ruthless rhythm of thrusting almost immediately, paying your quick gasps and pitiful whimpers no mind, almost painfully deep.

"is this is really the only thing you're good for?" he huffed, groaning lowly despite his apparent ire, "just taking cock and nothing else?"

"n-no!" you protested, barely able to hold your voice steady enough to respond, swallowing down each hiccuped breath interrupting your words, "this is the l-last time, i swear..! p-please sir, please—"

he shushed you harshly before you could continue, large hand rubbing over the aching flesh he'd previously slapped in a silent threat to repeat the action. you wouldn't be entirely opposed to feeling his large hand strike you again and again, leaving prints of red across your skin that wouldn't fade until hours after you'd left the office for the night, but you knew that you still had the entire second half of your day ahead of you to pretend as if he hadn't completely ruined you just meters away from the rest of his hardworking employees.

"at this point, i might as well just be paying to fuck you." he muttered callously, the speed of his hips slowing the slightest bit, each thrust still hitting deep enough for you to feel in your stomach, "then what does that make you, hm? a prostitute? my personal little plaything.."

you strained to vigorously shake your head side to side, fingers aching from how tightly they were clenching around the edge of the desk, your own arousal trailing down between your trembling thighs, hot tears dribbling down your flushed cheeks. you should've felt more inclined to deny his assertion, to prove yourself to be more than just a toy for him to used whenever he desired, when he needed to take out the pent up frustration he saved for your errors and your errors only—but you knew in the back of your mind that you were perfectly content with your position, as immorally lucrative as it was. you would embarrass yourself everyday for the rest of your career if it meant you could experience this at least once more.

"sorry, s-sorry..! oh fuck, sir, 'm so sorry!" the apologies you knew he loved so much spilled from your lips in a pathetic, broken moan, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as you held out for a few more mind-numbing moments before cumming around his thick cock.

you barely registered his hand grasping your hair painfully tight as he grunted a few low curses beside your ear, shakily exhaling a sigh when he emptied himself inside you, finally letting you rest back against the hard surface of his desk while you both caught your breath. it was all over far too soon, the intense intimacy that never lasted longer than the half-hour of your lunch break, even though you were sure he could steal you away for far longer without anyone daring to question him.

you wiped at your damp under-eyes with quivering hands, trying to not further disturb your already ruined mascara, swallowing down a whimper when pulled himself out of you and tugged your underwear back into place, readjusting your skirt for you before moving away from your body entirely.

he had already tidied up his own clothes by the time you pushed yourself to stand, that familiar expression of cool indifference having already resettled onto his handsome features. he barely ever let you see his face when he was disciplining you, always making sure you were facing away from him, or that you couldn't lift your head enough to get a good look at his face. it made it all feel so impersonal, inspired something that felt like sadness in the back of your mind, despite how you tried to remind yourself that what you had wasn't true intimacy, and that he could really replace you any day if he felt so inclined to do so.

"go clean up in the bathroom." he said without looking at you, straightening his tie back into place and checking the time on his watch, "you will need to take a call from a new client soon, and it is imperative that you give them the perfect first impression of our company. i expect you to be back here within the next ten minutes." his brow furrowed, the look of someone who'd just thought of something unpleasant flashing across his features when he finally met your gaze. "no more exceptions today."

"yes, sir." you replied obediently, voice hoarse, quickly turning away before the weight of a sudden sadness could show, advancing towards his door as briskly as your state allowed you to. you didn't look back on your way out, even though you so desperately wanted to, maybe deliver a genuine apology now that you knew he was genuinely irritated with you.

but you didn't, and the day continued as it always did, phone calls and document filing keeping you occupied for the rest of your shift, not receiving another word from your boss regarding anything. you tried not to take it personally when he didn't bid you farewell before leaving the building, reminding yourself that it was most likely just the pressure of a busy quarter, cursing yourself for screwing things up and enjoying your momentary bliss before the true consequence of genuine disappointment from nanami anchored you back to the somber reality of your situation.

it was foolish of you to think you'd be anything more than a secretary in his eyes.

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lavendermin · 3 years ago

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would you mind | childe

pairing | childe/reader

word count | 1.9k

genre | developing relationship, light smut, complicated feelings

If ever there was a force greater than the ancient winds of old Mondstadt, it was that harbinger from Snezhnaya. All it took was one afternoon during your shift for him to gain an interest in you—a fascination maybe.

The Fatui weren’t known for a good reputation in Liyue, and it only made you a bit uneasy knowing his high ranking—a cautious approach to a stranger in higher power. You couldn’t deny him and you didn’t dare show disrespect for subtle fear of consequence.

Rumors of people getting blackmailed—or worse— from getting tangled with the Fatui spread like wildfire in the harbor. Though they were baseless accusations, they didn’t stop from simmering in the back of your mind. The ‘what if’ was a damning point your mind made. Rumors didn’t come from nowhere around these parts.

Though Childe carried a sense of danger with him, there was something about him that kept your nerves manageable. The persona he carried was very impressionable, maybe even a little irritating at times. He was a persistent one.

“Mind if I join you for lunch?”

“Sir… I work here.” He knew this, too, yet he always arrived at the tea house with the same line. Still, you were quick to tend to him.

Childe hummed, eyes grinning with him as he happily plopped down at the table you swiftly offered him. “I’ll take that as an opportunity. The usual, please.”

Just treat him like a normal patron, was a personal mantra to get you through a shift at the tea house.

You were just lucky he was well-mannered. It made dealing with him easier. There was something about him that irked you, but at the end of the day he was polite and never forced a conversation if you were busy serving others.

“You don’t seem to talk much these days,” Childe notes as he swirls the remnants of his tea in its cup. It’s nearing closing time and you keep glancing over at the clock as he makes no move to leave. He sighs dramatically, “I miss our conversations.”

It’s playful, knowing full-well you hardly ever speak to avoid trouble from your boss. Maybe you would blame it on the exhaustion of a long shift, maybe put blame on lack of sleep. The comment, however, still makes you break seriousness and you erupt in an abrupt fit of laughter you quickly fight to quiet down. Luckily you’re closing by yourself tonight.

The sound is melodic, surprising Childe as a grin grows on his face. Though your back is turned as your shoulders shake from suppressed laughter, he can see the embarrassed red at the tips of your ears.

Oh, so you did find his company entertaining.

Your back straightens, and when you turn around you’re back to keeping him at a distance with an air of seriousness. Nothing more than work and patrons.

Childe leaves after wishing you a safe trip home and thanks for the wonderful service, as usual. The briskness of the cool night air keeps his mind intrigued once more with the mystery that surrounds you. Duty in Liyue was getting quite boring, and he decided to indulge in figuring you out.

“Would you mind if I joined you for a stroll?”

The familiar ginger hair strode up matching your pace. In the bustling crowd of the harbor, his presence sticks out like the cries of seagulls overhead. Maybe it’s your paranoia, but you swear people make an effort to move away from your little bubble he now infiltrated.

Still, he’s a harbinger.

So you nod quietly.

“I’m just running errands. It’s quite boring.” The way his eyes linger on yours for a second longer has you averting your gaze. The smile he wears… since when did it make your chest squeeze?

“I’m sure not as boring as some of the tasks I’m given,” he chuckles.

“Paperwork, I’m sure,” you guess idly. The vague smile he throws you has something about it that sends chills running down your spine.

“Something like that.”

The chuckle you give him is a little nervous. You aren’t sure what tasks he gets but you aren’t sure you’re willing to find out.

“Feel free to join me if you’d like, then.”

And for the rest of the day he patiently strolls around with you around the harbor through idle chatter. From dock to dock he follows, offering to pay the entire sum of anything on your errands list. The unlimited financial power he holds both terrifies and amazes you.

From then on, his company became frequent on your errand runs. Many shop keepers at first got anxious with a Fatui agent escorting you around, but his bright charisma won them over eventually. Business was business in the end, and his tendency to let the shopkeeper ‘keep the change’ won the favor of many.

You forgot when exactly you stopped trying to shake him off altogether. Perhaps you got too complacent since there was little you could do. Some days you even enjoyed his company. Childe was a good listener on days when you were a little more talkative, and he would always answer with utmost sincerity.

Yes, you looked forward to his little greeting and chance encounters on the harbor. Part of you hated the fact that you got so comfortable with him but the louder part of you was conflicted with bubbling feelings for the harbinger. For months on end you kept those feelings suppressed in the deepest parts of your heart.

And then the storm season hit.

“Mind some company?”

The water dripped down your face, soaked clothes clinging to your form as you stood under a tree near the outskirts of the harbor. Your eyes were wide, doe-like as you peered up at the familiar voice.

“Oh, sure.” Your eyes drift back to stare absentmindedly at the puddles rippling in the rain. “I was just waiting for the rain to let up a bit so I can make it back home.”

Childe hums, his usual charismatic smile bright on his face. It’s a little dangerous, and makes your heart race. Addicting.

“You know, at this rate you’ll get sick by the time you get home. I say we just make a run for it,” he offers with a devilish grin.

The frown you give him only further amuses him. “Run? Through the pouring rain?”

“Got any better ideas?”

You sigh, the sound of pattering rain filling the silence as you weigh your options.

“Fine. Okay.”

He grins, and you surrender to letting the harbinger have his way in the rain. Through the streets you both run, footsteps cutting through puddles and crowds of people with umbrellas. It’s thrilling and you can’t help but laugh at how fun running through the rain is. You both look like lovers that got caught in an unfortunate circumstance, and your chest wells up with feelings as you watch Childe pull you through crowds and street vendors.

The storm is raging outside, rain pattering on windows that rattle softly from the wind. It’s soaked you both to the bone by the time you arrive at your little flat. The room is quiet save for the rain that relentlessly knocks on the windows.

The quiet sound of panting fills the room as you both catch your breath from running through the rain, towels draped over your heads as you try to warm up.

“It’s pretty rough out there,” Childe notes, looking out the window. “Any longer out there and the wind might have picked you up before I did.”

It’s wordless—the way you join him by the window to look out at a grey city. You give a silent hum as you finish towel-drying your hair. The expression you wear is serious, aloof as you’re unreadable in your thoughts.

Childe is the first to speak, his voice soft and sincere—perhaps a little disappointed at your return to keeping him at arm’s length. “I’ll get going then. Glad you could make it home sa—“

It comes as a surprise—the sudden kiss you give him. Your small hands pull him down by his shirt collar to meet your lips in a rushed kiss. He’s quick to return the gesture, his lips curved in a smirk against yours.

You pull away breathless, face a little flushed. The frown you wear is adorable, a pout almost. “I hate that I like you.”

Childe is at your lips again, a breathy chuckle rumbling through his chest as he cages you against the wall. “And here I was thinking I’d never woo you, what with you not liking the Fatui and all.”

You cut him off with another kiss to hide the heat rising to your face. “Stop talking.”

He laughs wholeheartedly, his body against yours as you melt against his lips. It’s needy and rough. The sounds of your soft pants and little gasps are washed away by the rumbling thunder outside.

And through the storm, you spend the night. Childe feels like he’s won—gained one step closer to knowing more about you. He wanted to know all your faces, uncover all the mysteries and unknowns you held. And through the night, he learned of your sensitivities, the little noises you made, and the gestures that made your heart leap.

He had you around his finger. But perhaps the same could be said about him.

Early morning comes, the light barely coming through the window to illuminate the dark room. From under a mess of sheets you stir, body sore. Your fingers graze over the blooming markings on your chest and neck.

Beside you Childe sleeps soundly, his broad back dusted in light freckles and scratch marks. The way he hugs the pillow makes his sleeping face look almost kid-like in innocence. You’d never think he was a war machine for an archon.

You push the sinking feeling away, and brush some hair out of his eyes. The featherlight kiss you place atop his head stirs him from his sleep.

“Mornin’. Here I thought you would be gone by now,” he mumbles groggily. With his tousled hair and sleepy smile, you find it incredibly difficult to feel annoyed.

“I live here.”

He chuckles at this, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against him. You scramble to pull the blanket over your bare body and though he finds it amusing, he doesn’t comment on your shyness. “Would you mind if I stayed the morning, then? The rain isn’t letting up anytime soon.”

“That sounds like an awfully obvious lie,” you retort.

It’s hard to ignore the hardness that presses against your abdomen. The lack of shame on his content face irks you. Still, you don’t deny the way your body heats up once more.

“Your face is just so cute when you’re begging,” Childe teases, pressing kisses up your neck.

“Childe, sto—haah.”

In a swift motion, he has you straddling him. You can feel his hardness press against your ass, sending a shudder of anticipation through your body. The ache in your thighs tries to protest against the lust-driven haze clouding your judgement.

Childe’s hands are already massaging the soft flesh at your hips, hands waiting for permission. “What do you say, sweetheart? Another round if you can keep up?”

“Y–You have duties to tend to, don’t you?” you bring up meekly, eyes shut tight as he bites a sweet spot on your neck that hitches your breath. Slowly, your mind is losing itself, drunk on his attention again.

With a smirk against your skin, he answers simply, “They won’t mind my whereabouts in this weather.”

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ukaisprincesss · 4 years ago

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The Assistant

a/n: This is my piece for the CEO collab created by the wonderful @cherrytenko check out everyone else’s creative and amazing pieces here !! Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy (:

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word count: 2.3k

warnings: 18+ smut, oralm!recieving, oralf!receiving, choking, slapping, use of ‘puppy’, dom!bakugou, switch!izuku, sub!reader, threesome, anal, vaginal penetration, double penetration, name calling, spitting, degradation, humiliation, choking, squirting, fingering, small mention of rough sex, praise kink

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You were an assistant for Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoryia, the two CEO’s of the largest security firm in Japan, better known as the most eligible bachelors today. Working for them was a dream, the pay was great and the hours tailored to your schedule. But the best part of the job was having the two men wrapped around your little finger. Eligible Bachelors? Not so much.

You suppressed the urge to gag as the tip of your boss’ cock hit the back of your throat. The various voices above you sounded like faint echoes, the loud beating of your heart filling your ears.

Drool dripped down the sides of your mouth coating the base of his cock in your saliva.

A light tap on your cheek was the only warning you got before hot spurts of cum shot down your throat, quickly overfilling your mouth. You pulled back with a wet pop and hoped the other men and women in the meeting room didn't hear it. You sat back and licked the salty cum off the half-erected cock making sure to collect every delicious drop.

A few minutes passed and the room emptied out, leaving you and your boss alone. The chair in front of you rolled back and you crawled forward with a dopey grin on your face. Green eyes filled with lust met yours in a heated gaze.

“Come here puppy, you’ve been such a good girl for me.”

You hummed at the praise and crawled onto his lap wrapping your legs around him. Izuku stood up with you in his beefy arms, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. The addictive taste of him invaded your senses, a wanton moan being pulled from your throat.

“Someone’s gonna w-walk in,” you whimpered as Izuku pressed kisses along your throat, sucking the spot where your pulse hummed at his ministrations.

He chuckled as he sat you on the large wooden table, peeling off your top and lifting your hips to unzip your skirt.

“I’m sure they’ll enjoy the sight of me fucking this beautiful pussy.” He enforced his words by pulling his cock out of his dress pants. The sight of his red weeping cock had you clenching your thighs in anticipation.

Izuku forcibly spread your legs apart and bit the inside of your thigh, soothing it with a kiss.

“Are you just gonna sit there all day or prove your point?” You smirked down at him, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He met your eyes and gave you no response. He was in control and he knew it.

The feeling of his warm tongue on your clit sent your hips up, he grabbed them with his large hands and held you down to the table constricting your movement. His eyes pierced yours as he delved into your wet cunt, lapping your folds before taking your clit into his mouth. You moaned and threw your head back clawing at the wood table.

“Eyes on me puppy, or I’ll make you cum so many times the only name you’ll know is mine.”

Your pussy clenched at his lewd words and you raised your head to watch as he devoured you whole like a starved man. The thick wet muscle of his tongue slowly pressed into your entrance sending you into orgasmic bliss.

You bit your lip in an effort to suppress your moans but it was futile. Your loud moans bounced off the walls, filling the air with the lewd sounds of your voice and pussy.

“Oh god Izuku I-”

You were interrupted by the sound of the doors opening, causing you to whip your head back in surprise.

“What the hell is taking you so long…” The familiar rough voice trailed off, red eyes flickering between you and the man between your legs.

“B-bakugou, it's not what it looks like.” You stuttered out with a moan while attempting to push Izuku away, but he continued to fervently lick your pussy like nothing had happened.

Bakugou’s look of confusion slowly morphed into an arrogant smirk. He chucked and stalked forward, the faint click of his shoes like a doomsday clock ticking to the end.

“Hmm, can’t say I’m surprised, already knew you were a slut. Seems like you couldn’t wait eh?” Bakugou finished with a sneer and looked over your shoulder to see Deku wiping his mouth clean of your juices.

Katsuki scoffed and said, “Tch, of fucking course you couldn’t help yourself damn Deku.”

He gripped your throat with a calloused hand before you could speak, pressing a sloppy kiss to your swollen lips.

“Mmf, Katsuki I’m sorry.” You breathed out once he pulled away.

“Sorry my ass,” he scoffed. “I should’ve known cockhungry whores like you would pull this shit. Get the fuck over here Deku.”

Midoryia wordlessly stood up and walked around the table to stand by Bakugou’s side. With a snarl, Bakugou fisted Midoryia’s green hair in his palm, pulling his head back smashing his lips against his. You whimpered at the sight before you and rubbed your thighs together, more aroused than ever.

The blonde broke away, a string of saliva hanging between the two of them. Katsuki licked his lips, breaking the connection and turned to you. “Stop whining, woman, we got time.”

Without warning, Katsuki lifted you off the table and lightly threw you on the leather couch that occupied the left side of the room. He pushed your body forward so your head hung over the arm of the couch. “Since you wanted her mouth so bad you can have it while I fuck her pretty cunt with my tongue. Don’t cum until I say so, both of you.” Katsuki growled, gripping your hips with a bruising force.

“Yes Sir,” you whispered, body twitching in anticipation. Angering Bakugou could end in two ways, being deprived of his touch, or this, pure fun and pleasure.

“Come on puppy, open up.” Izuku murmured with half-lidded eyes, delivering a soft slap to your cheek. You opened your mouth in obedience, the blood already starting to rush to your head. The head of his cock touched your mouth, a drop of precum coating your lips in a wet shine. you flicked your tongue out drawing a hiss from Izuku and slowly wrapped your mouth around his cock.

Izuku threw his head back and moaned, gripping the sides of your face and pulling you along his cock. “Fuck y/n, you feel so good baby.” You hummed in response, gliding your tongue on the underside of his thick length.

Your hips jolted at the warm sensation of Bakugou’s tongue gliding from your puckered hole to your clit. Your cunt weeped in anticipation, eager to be stuffed full of Katsuki’s dick.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here...you’re fucking drenched.” Bakugou groaned, staring at your pussy like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have. You whimpered around the cock in your mouth and gripped his hair, lightly tugging to get him closer to your cunt. Bakugou slapped your thigh before inserting two of his fingers into your pool of wetness. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, Izuku took advantage of this and thrusted his cock in your wet cavern until the head hit the back of your throat.

Bakugou’s hand traveled up your abdomen to cup one of your breasts, tweaking your nipples The deep thrusts and scissoring of Katsuki’s long fingers and Izuku’s cock pistoning in and out of your mouth sent you over the edge, spiraling into orgasm. You spluttered around Izuku’s cock, body shaking as you came. Katsuki chuckled, rubbing circles around your clit. “Fuck, squeezing so tight around my fingers princess. I think you’re ready for our cocks.”

Izuku pulled out of your mouth, your spit decorating his cock in pretty strings. Bakugou pulled out his fingers bringing them to his lips. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he sucked your juices off his fingers.

“Don’t be greedy, Kaachan, let me have a taste.” Izuku leaned forward, grabbing Bakugou’s hand and popping a slick covered finger in his mouth. Bakugou smirked and shoved two fingers in his mouth pressing down on the back of his tongue. Izuku gagged and pulled his hand away with a frown. Bakugou chuckled and instructed you to get up before pushing Izuku where you laid. “Now get on top of him,” Bakugou instructed. You complied and crawled on top of the now naked Izuku, sneaking a kiss on his nose. The tip of his cock brushed against your folds, causing him to hiss and rut up against you.

A loud smack reverberated in the room, you looked up to see a faint red splotch on Izuku’s freckled cheek and Katsuki standing above him with a glare. Bakugou gripped Izuku’s cheeks and leaned forward hissing out, “Don’t you move a fucking muscle until I say so. Open your mouth.”

Midoryia hesitantly opened his mouth, flinching as Katsuki let a glob of spit fall onto his tongue.

“Now swallow.”

Izuku closed his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Good boy,” Bakugou muttered before releasing his grip on him. You and Izuku waited with anticipation as Bakugou rounded the couch to settle between the tangle of legs. Unzipping his pants, he fished out his cock revealing a thick angry red beast ribbed with veins. He established his own dominance keeping his remaining clothes on, leaving you two bare.

You could feel Izuku’s cock twitch under you pressing against your ass, only making you more desperate to be stuffed to the brim with their cocks.

“Tch, look at you two. So desperate like the sluts you are, pathetic.” Bakugou gripped your calves pushing them up for Izuku to hold, bending you into a full nelson.

Katsuki rubbed his cock against your wet cunt, gathering the slick along your folds. He groaned watching your pussy continue to leak its juices pass your puckered hole down to Izuku’s cock. “Don’t even need lube to fuck your ass, so fucking drenched for us.”

He made eye contact with Midoryia before they simultaneously pushed into you. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth opened in a silent scream. They fucked you in sync, not giving you a moment to adjust or catch your breath. They were determined to ruin you.

“Fuck y/n, if only you could see how lewd you look getting destroyed by two cocks, so filthy.” Bakugou growled out, reaching down to pinch your clit. You squealed and felt the oncoming waves of an orgasm, a blissful feeling spreading over your body. Your pussy tightened, causing your ass to clench around Izuku’s cock pulling a whimper from him.

He spoke between rapid breaths, the grip on your legs tightening. “You feels so good around my cock y/n, s-so tight. Such a good girl for us.” Izuku muttered more praises in your ear, your soft whines and whimpers fueling him on.

Bakugou dragged his cock out of your pussy only to thrust back in and brutally bury his cock to the hilt. The slight curve of his cock went so deep hitting that perfect spot, making tears well up in your eyes.

“Don’t be so fucking nice to her Deku, you know she’s just a cockhungry whore. She loves being reduced to nothing but a slut, taking every cock she can find.”

You whined at Katsuki’s words, shaking your head. “No, only you guys, only your cocks.”

Katsuki barked out a laugh and mocked your whines. “Only you guys. Such bullshit, you’re too desperate for that.” He leaned forward angling his cock to reach deeper in your hole while wrapping a hand around your throat. He squeezed lightly, enjoying the dazed look on your face.

It wasn’t long before Izuku’s thrusts faltered, whimpers falling from his lips. “I-i’m gonna cum.” He whined, wrapping one arm around your legs and reaching down to rub your clit. You hissed and gripped his arms, digging your nails into his skin.

Bakugou increased his pace, rutting into you and tightening the grip on your throat. “Don’t you fucking cum yet Deku or I swear to god I won’t let you cum for a week.”

Izuku whined, doing his best to hold back his orgasm. You sympathized with him, feeling the familiar warmth of an orgasm approaching.

“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed with gritted teeth. “Fucking cum you two.”

Izuku rutted into you with desperation groaning as he shot warm ropes of cum into you, filling you up to the brim. Bakugou followed with a grunt, his cock throbbing in your tight hole before releasing a load of his cum. The addictive feeling of their cum stuffing you full and Izuku’s fingers in your clit sent a roaring wave loose in your stomach. Before you could utter out a warning, liquid spurt out your cunt soaking their cocks and spattering on Katsuki’s suit.

The two men let out a groan at the sight, Izuku’s cock twitching in your cum filled ass. Bakugou slowly pulled out, watching the cum dribble out your hole and onto the Izuku’s cock, joining the messy concoction of cum.

Izuku enjoyed the warmth of your hole around his cock before pulling out and releasing your legs. You stretched them out, shaking away the numbness before spreading them for Bakugou. He smirked, giving you a rewarding pat on your thigh before dipping a finger in your messy cunt. He scooped up the mixture of your juices and his cum before pressing it to your lips. Your tongue slid out lapping at his finger. Impatient, he shoved it into your mouth chuckling at your twisted face.

“I wonder what people would think of our sweet little assistant being the dirty whore she really is.” Katsuki hummed, pulling his finger out of your mouth. You gave him a drowsy smile enjoying Izuku’s skilled fingers rubbing soothing circles on your shoulders.

“Well…” you trailed off. “I did always find Todoroki attractive.”

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