#and yes dick would get his finger stripes back I’m a person of taste

[hrryshoney]

please god tea give me gyno matty thoughts

molly! so glad u asked i did miss this freaky man. idk if we want smut or fluff but yk what i’ll put both💐

lowkey have been thinking about this for a lil bc i mentioned it in the past but.. him saying she’s just so tight for him that he has to stretch her out… but he’s just a little sweetheart abt it ofc!

Matty’s head was resting on your thigh, curls tickling your skin as you threw your head back with pleasure. His fingers moved in and out of you at a slow pace, curling them and making a scissoring motion every now and then. He watched closely as your cunt leaked with arousal, and you could feel his warm breath fan across your clit. “Doctor,” Your whisper was breathy, and you bit your lip raw. Breath getting stuck in your throat as he continued his movements.

Matty’s thumb came to rest on your clit, a feather light touch that almost had your hips bucking into his hand. “Shh, good girl. Letting me stretch you out like this, huh? Dick is too big for my little girls holes.” He smiles at your gasps and whimpers, only moving his fingers faster and deeper. He looks at you with only adoration in his eyes, as if he’s not being filthy. “S’ok, I know. I know what’s best for you, and this little cunt, princess.” He thrusts his fingers inside of you pointedly, watching as you gush around his fingers.

Your walls clenched around the digits, and he slipped out of you to run his fingers through your damp folds. You shuddered, gritting your teeth together as he stared at your pussy. You bucked your hips into the air, hoping he would get the message. It didn’t do much for you, though, as his strong hands came to hold you down in place on the bed. With his fingers digging into your hips, you felt him blow a gust of cold air onto where you were dripping for him. “Matty! Please, need you.” A whine that accompanied your pout fell from your lips, and Matty licked a bold stripe on your upper thigh.

As he dragged his tongue closer to your core, you resisted the urge to squirm in place. Tingles ran all throughout your body. He was still grinning as his teeth grazed your clit, watching you struggle for him. He took his pointer and middle finger, spreading your hole for him as thumbed at your clit. He brought his head down between your thighs, inserting his tongue inside of you. You closed your thighs around the sides of his head, gasping at the feeling. He moved the muscle thoroughly through your cunt, making sure he tasted every part of you. He was messy, murmuring into your skin about how good you tasted, how he could stay here forever.

Matty moved his attention to your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves as he moved to insert his fingers instead. Three of his thick digits slid into you easily, being wet enough from how Matty continued to tease you. “My good patient. Fuck, so in love with you. In love with this body.” He moved his hands from your thighs up to your waist. Bunching your shirt up as he felt the curves of your body, eventually moving all the way up to your breasts. He squeezed and tweaked your nipple, rolling them between his finger tips. A mean pinch before he soothed them with the pad of his thumb. “Just my personal slut, right, bunny? Know you love it as much as I do.” The way he talked, you could think he was pussydrunk.

You nodded your head, feeling the pressure that had started building in your abdomen coming to a peak. “Yes, Doctor. L-love it so much.” You struggled to speak as his movements never halted. “I’m gonna cum, please.” You warned him as you squeezed your eyes shut, hips rolling into him. He sped up, flattening his tongue on your cunt. He shook his head between your thighs, and moaned against your core. You felt the vibrations of his groans, and it pushed you over the edge. White hot pleasure behind your eyelids, and Matty’s voice talking you through it the whole time.

“That’s right, so nice for me. Did so well, I’m so proud of you. Good pet f’me.” Matty’s accent was thick, sounding breathless himself. His last sentence full of lust and heavy teasing. His pupils were blown wide, and his hair was now nothing short of a mess. “Pretty little thing, my favorite thing to do it watch you cum.” He ran his fingers through your slick folds again, bringing them to his mouth and sucking his digits. You were blissed out, head against the pillow. Though, you could notice the very obvious tent in his gray sweats.

“Thank you, Matty. Felt so nice.” Your thighs twitched slightly with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and your reactions were slightly delayed. Which is why you almost didn’t realize when Matty’s hand found home between your thighs, again. “Fuck- what are you doing?” You sighed.

Matty’s face lit up as he grinned, his hand moving higher against you. He rubbed your upper thighs in small circles. “Said I need to get you ready for me. Need to open you up, sweet girl. We’re not done yet.” And when your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to ask him if he was serious, the only response he could give you was for you to, “Listen to your Doctor’s orders, princess.”

[bnha-dumpster]

Alright, just wanted to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable! Oh and, you can choose if this is pseudo or normal (?) incest. But I’d like to request something where Bakugou walks in on his younger brother (male reader, and they’re both over 18, but they still live with their parents) masturbating with his shirt on. (probably that skull t-shirt) Then Bakugou fucks him (possibly overstimulation) and Y/n has to worry about keeping his moans in because their mother is downstairs. (Also this might be stupid but- I don’t mind degradation, but if you decide to write it then maybe not too harsh? I’m sensitive atm lol)

Thank you, <3

oh i actually like the premise of this! this is soft big bro bakugou hours 

pairing: older brother bakugou x little brother male reader content warnings: incest, masturbation, praise kink, big brother kink, secret sex, overstimulation, excessive use of the word “nii-san” word count: 1.6k

You’ve always loved your brother. Well, maybe you love him too much. You’re not sure of the “normal” amount of love you should give a sibling, but you’re pretty sure you’re past that. 

It might be from the fact that you think you don’t think he loves you at all- in any way. Bakugou has always been an aggressive person, you know that. He treats everyone roughly, even the people he cares about. You should be used to it. Still, it hurts. You didn’t inherit the tough skin your brother did and you’re sure that he thinks you’re weak for it. 

Your yearning for your brother to care for you devolved into something else. That brotherly love was replaced with something else and it’s made your life harder. It makes his harshness hurt more than it used to. All you want is for him to tell you that you did good or that he cares about you in some way. 

You have to make up for the lack of love somehow.

Clad in only your brother’s shirt, just slightly larger than what you wear, you immerse yourself in the ways you wish your brother treated you. Maybe him fucking you isn’t exactly how you should be imagining your brother, but it’s what you’re doing. The scent of your brother surrounding you as you stroke yourself and thrust two fingers inside yourself is more than enough to make up for your lack of love. At least, for now it is.

“N-nii-san... Please, Nii-san...” 

Your whimpers and whines are muffled, as quiet as they can be. You want to cry out and be as loud as your heart desires, but your mom and brother are downstairs. There’s no way you can disturb them. There’s no way you can let them see you like this.

“What do you want Nii-san to do, hm?” 

For a moment, you think the gravelly voice of your older brother is just in your head. It’s the click of the lock on your bedroom door that makes you realize it definitely isn’t just your imagination.

Bakugou leans against the wall. He stares down at you with his arms crossed, expression unreadable. Is he disgusted? Does he want to hit you? Will he ridicule you? You have no idea what he’s going to do. 

What you don’t expect is for him to begin stripping. The moment he tosses his shirt at you, there’s a second where you stop functioning. Your brother doesn’t care. He continues to strip in front of you. Each article of clothing tossed somewhere in your room. The blond ends up leaning over you, tugging at his shirt. Even if it’s baggy on you, it doesn’t cover the erection you’re trying to hide from him.

A predator-like grin is on his face as he looks down at you. It’s like he’s waiting for you to say something. Wait- he is.

“I... I want Nii-san to...” Now that he’s here in front of you, you can’t seem to get your words out. He slides his hand under your shirt and goes straight for your chest. A sharp pinch to your nipple is a warning to tell him. “Please fuck me, Nii-san...”

His grin only grows wider. The hand that was teasing your chest goes straight to your cock, pumping it a few times. Bakugou watches how you tense and buck into his hand as he does so. You’re so sensitive, so eager.

“I know that’s not all you want. I know what you’ve been doing, I’m not an idiot. You steal my clothes and I hear you moaning my name when I pass by your room... Tell me everything you want your dear Nii-san to do.”

The rumble in his voice goes straight to your dick. You whimper and grab his wrist. He has to stop before you cum. You don’t want to cum so soon. 

But you can’t answer him. You’re already doing your best to keep yourself quiet, the hand not holding onto your brother’s hand over your mouth to muffle any noise. The blond pulls your hand away and stills his own. The way he stares at you make you wonder if he wants this just as much as you do. 

“My... I want Nii-san to suck my...” 

“You’re way more shy than I thought you’d be.” As soon as you say it, he’s sliding down between your legs. Pinching your thighs and grinning up at you, Bakugou gives a kiss to the shaft of your cock. “I’ve been holding back all this time. I wondered if this was just a phase but it seems like you really want me, huh?”

“Yes...” The way you answer him so eagerly makes his own cock twitch in anticipation. “I always feel like you hate me...” 

“Hate you? What kinda idiot- hey, I don’t hate you. Let me make up for all of that.” Those are his last words before he licks a stripe up your cock and takes it into his mouth. It’s hot and feels better than you could ever imagine. You hold your hand to your mouth, the other tangling into your brother’s hair. Keeping yourself from bucking into his face is nearly impossible. You’re lucky that Bakugou has your hips pinned to the bed. 

He’s got your whole dick in his mouth like it’s some sort of candy. His tongue wrapping around the head and the groans vibrating against it- wait, is he enjoying this? Another groan when he takes it all down and it hits the back of his throat confirms it. That combination of knowing he wants to do this to do is what helps you over the edge. 

You push his head down as much as you can and cum in his mouth. Bakugou swallows it all before pulling up, wiping the sweat off his brow. That grin returns and he laughs, “What next?” 

What he doesn’t expect is for you to spread your ass open for him. He stares at your hole; it’s already prepared, twitching in anticipation. There’s a moment of pause before he dives in, lapping at it. His tongue slips in far easier than he thought it would, but he doesn’t take it for granted. Bakugou is happy to eat your ass. He can taste something. So you use flavored lube. It’s a light taste of caramel, probably because of the smell his quirk gives his sweat. He doesn’t mind it at all. In fact, you using something specifically because it reminds you of him only turns him on more.

Small, muffled whimpers come from you as he eats you out. After cumming, you’re sensitive, far too much to be touched in such a delicate place. But your big brother doesn’t give a damn. He eats you out like a man starved, hiking your legs over his shoulders to give him better access. All you can manage to do is squirm and whimper. 

Bakugou keeps it up into you’re hard again. The second your cock begins to come to life again, he pulls his head back and lips his licks.

“Caramel flavored, huh?” He chuckles when you look away. “You really want me, Y/N. Want your Nii-san so bad that you need to have lube that smells like him. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a dildo around here.” 

The way your gaze snaps back to him makes him laugh. Red eyes take in your flushed, embarrassed face, the way you squirm and whimper because of him. 

“Nii-san, please...” You’ve moved your hand away from your mouth. “I need your cock... Please...” 

Once again, that predatory grin appears. He keeps your legs on his shoulders, practically bending you in two. His cock, hot and heavy, slides against your ass. Your breath catches in your throat when you realize how big it actually is. It’s no surprise that it matches his proportions, but it’s just more than you expected. 

“Be good for your Nii-san and let me fuck you good.”

That’s all he says before he sinks his cock deep inside you. His lips slam against yours to muffle your cries as you adjust to his size. He stretches you out more than your fingers ever could. It’s uncomfortable as he bottoms out. But he’s kind to you and waits for you to adjust, absorbing your whimpers. They’re delicious and he can’t get enough of them.

When your whimpers turn into small moans, he begins. The first few thrusts are soft, gentle. Bakugou is working you up. He knows how big he is and he doesn’t want to make this horrible for you. He pulls away from your lips and rests his forehead against yours.

“You’re so tight. This ass is all for me, isn’t it? Been dreaming of having your ass wrecked by your big, strong Nii-san. Must feel good.” He cups your face and wipes the stray tears. “Do you feel good? You feel so good for your Nii-san.”

“Nii-san feels good... Feels really good...” You let out a moan and immediately shut your mouth after. The two of you stop to make sure Mitsuki didn’t hear before Bakugou shoves his fingers in your mouth. They muffle your moans just enough. With that, the pace gets harder and more intense. The blond watches your eyes roll back into your skull when he hits you just right. His cock hits your prostate in the best way and he loves the way you get tighter when he does. 

You cumming so quickly is what he expects. The overstimulation, even after one orgasm, is just too much for you to bear. You bite down on his fingers as you do, ass tightening to an almost painful grip around him. But he’s not done. Even after he forces you to ride your climax so intensely, he keeps going. 

“We’re not done yet. Nii-san’s gonna make you feel real good tonight. I’ll make up for all the times you felt like I hated you. And,” he laughs as his gaze goes down to the black shirt you’re wearing, “I’ll let you keep this shirt since you love it so much.”

[vinnieswife]

Hyperactive

Vinnie hacker x reader

Warnings: smut,dirty talk,daddy kink,choking kink idk lol

Words: 2178

It's a stormy afternoon, clearly you just wanted to stay in bed, sleep or watch some series on your laptop, clearly those were not Vinnie's plans.

Let's be honest, Vinnie is a hyperactive person, he can't stop still for two seconds, and it's something you love but God, at the time of sex his endurance surprises you, he could give you 4 rounds in a row without stopping, with the same pushing force than the first round.

And there you were trapped in Vinnie's arms begging you for some action.

"Oh lord Vin it's 7 pm,you are unbelievable" you tell him laughing.

"Oh come on please, just one round, please"

"You are a liar, do you think I'm stupid ?, when you say -one round- you literally mean 3 rounds at least"

He suppress a laugh "come on I promise, just one"

“What I get if I accept your deal? Huh? "

"Cuddles and I promise that I will watch My Little Pony with you"

"That's a good deal" you smile.

Then he approached and placed himself on top of you, one hand on one side of your head and the other caressing your neck, then he cut the distance between your lips and his, biting slightly your lower lip, while your lips collided with each other he caressed with his tongue over your lower lip, asking for permission, to which you opened your mouth to allow his tongue to lightly caress yours. Vinnie is a great kisser, his kisses can make a thousand butterflies flutter in your stomach or that a bad day has a happy touch.

"Can I take this off?" He have ask referring to your (his) shirt. His kisses began to go down your jaw leaving small bites and bruises until they reached your neck, he sucked on your soft spot making you moan, and grab his curls, he smiled against your skin while continuing to leave marks on your neck and shoulder.

He bit into the gap where your neck and your shoulder come together to get a loud moan from you. Your skin lit up with every kiss planted on your skin, with every little touch that Vinnie's stomach had met your abdomen when he leaned further down.

His kisses descended further to your collarbone and the top of your breasts. "may l?" No matter how many times Vinnie had seen you naked, he would always ask you a thousand times.You nodded smiling, his hands traveled to your back, undoing the hook of your bra. Vinnie took off the piece of fabric from your body, observing your breasts and leaving a kiss between them.

His mouth traveled to one of your nipples, wrapping his mouth around it,his tongue moving in gentle circular movements around the bundle,while his hand twisted and pinched the other.

Out of nowhere Vinnie gently bit your nipple down making you moan at the sudden movement.He smirk against your skin leaving there a few kisses before keep going down.

He kisses your ribs, your sides and your abdomen stroking your hipbones. His strong (and hot lmao) hands stroke your thighs and slide down your shorts,also he remove your underwear with his teeth.

He start teasing your thighs biting on them lightly,making bruises and stroking them with his hands.Then he plants a kiss on your clit making you gasp at the sudden pleasure,his tongue explores your folds tasting you, you moan and tug on his hair making him groan sending vibrations though your pussy making you squirm. Long, satisfying wet stripes were dragged from your core to your clit, where he would suck and pull with his lips, leaving your legs shaking and toes curled.

Vinnie looked up and made eye contact with you, his dark gaze making you want to tug at his hair and release you for him right there. His eye contact was so seductive and commanding, it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter even more, and even more so when he thrust his tongue into your core, testing you in every way possible. He start to the tease your entrance with his tongue slipping it in and out in an agonizing slowly pace.

“Vinnie please...”you beg

“Please what love? Finish the sentence”he smirks,making eye contact with you,stopping his movements.

“Please I need more Vinnie”

“Oh love,that’s not my name,say it right”

“I’m sorry vi-daddy please”

“That’s better baby”

He kisses you clit,sucking harshly on it making you moan at the roughness,his finger run over your folds easy slipping in your entrance,he start pumping in and out at a fast pace,biting lightly at your clit every often.

“Can you take another one princess?”oh he can be a dick sometimes,and also a fucking dom in bed,but he’s never going to do something without asking if you are comfy with it.

“Yes I can,please”

He ads another’s finger pumping both in a faster pace than the one before,he just loves the sign of you begging under him,asking him for more and of course he’s gonna give it to you,he start massaging your clit with his tongue moving it side to side or just sucking on it.

"You're doing so well baby... I love you so much," he murmured into your folds, his tongue licking all your wetness.

"I love you too but ..." you breathed, unable to finish your sentence. I could hardly pull the words out of your mouth, your vision was starting to blur, white stars were burning in the corners of your eyes. With a few more pumps you come undone on his fingers moaning loudly,your hand flying to Vinnie’s hair tugging on it harshly making him moan,the vibrations giving you more pleasure even when you just come.“Taste sweet as always love, did I make you feel good princess?” He mumbles kissing your bruised thighs.

You nod with your head, not having the force to talk.He start moving upwards kissing your stomach,your ribs,your breasts stoping at your neck giving to them a couple os kisses.You grab his face with both of your hands,pulling him close to kiss him,you two just separate for air when the kiss started getting too passionate.

“Vin please...”

“What do you want love?, cmon tell me” he says looking at your eyes.

“I-I want-t you t-to...”

“Words Y/n stop mumbling things like a slut who doesn’t know what she want”he grabs you by your throat gripping it tightly

“I want you to fuck me hard”

“Beg for it then”oh god,now you know the game have just started.

“Vinn please,make me yours please” you start kissing his neck for a little push.

“Do you want me to fuck you dumb love?”

“Yes please,I will be good I promise”you lol at him with pleading eyes and he kiss you harshly,biting your lower lip making you moan loudly.

You broke away from the kiss for a brief moment, images from the night before flashing through his mind, leaving his mind wandering to think of you right now, or a few seconds in the future. "You under me, like last night." He returned his lips to yours, kissing you fervently, taking your breath away as you moaned into his mouth, giving him the green light that it was okay to move on.

"Moaning." Once again, his words mixed with your lips. His phrase sent chills down your spine.

"Screaming my name."

More butterflies churned in your stomach. He knew exactly how to get you where he wanted.

"Your hands ... Grabbing my hair, running them down my back."

His soft lips parted from your lips with a gasp, where he began to descend, moving from your chin to your neck, kissing the bruises left the night before.

"You ... You squirm with impatience while I would bother you."

His voice was warm, but soft and husky, and still dark in the evening . He invited you, asked you to indulge yourself more deeply and lose yourself in his touch, in his tempting mantle of entertainment.The front door of the house rattled shut, indicating that you and Vinnie were left alone "I guess that's my signal," he chuckled, pressing his lips against yours once more, kissing you feverishly."Your signal was when I kept begging you," you reminded him in the kiss, their words intertwined as he laced his lips with hers.

A playful smile appeared on his face, your lips pressed against his teeth as he gets closer to you, his chest now pressed against yours. "So needy, right?"

He wakes up to take off his sweatpants and his underwear, when he get completely naked you keep looking.

"Mmm-hmm," you confirmed, running your fingers through his hair, grabbing him so he could rush up and insert himself inside you.

“Vin please”

Vinnie's hungry kiss sped up when he finally heard your pleas. He lined up with you, his tip brushing against your folds sending an impatient impact through your torso until finally, he thrust into you, a loud moan came out of him and you moaned loudly into the kiss.

Slowly, Vinnie's pace began to pick up, filling you completely now each time, your back arched off the mattress. The kiss became hungrier and more necessary, Vinnie nibbled your bottom lip very gently as he grew hungrier for the connection that would fill the void between space and time, that would fill his void for more of you. . Another thought crossed his mind as he took your hands, placing them above your head, intertwining your fingers with his.He gently moved inside you, watching your face intently as he writhed in pleasure, he moved closer to your face and whispered into your lips.

"Open your eyes and look at me." He said softly, but you understood the order. You opened your eyes and found his eyes immediately, watching you intently as he rolled his hips towards you gently, slowly picking up his pace.

"That's princess. Are you okay?" He said kissing your neck, his hand reaching up and grabbing your chest, caressing it in his hand.

"Vin harder,please." You moan and, to his surprise, you met his every thrust, your hips brushing against his. He kissed you generously for your answer, and did what you asked by moving his hips faster, earning a moan from you; Your nails dug into his back harder. His slow, gentle impulses soon became fervent and needy, every time you let out a groan, he quickened the pace chasing your release, desperately wanting to see you wake up beneath him.

"Vin." You moaned: "I'm so close."

"Let it go, doll." He said taking his thumb towards your clit adding additional stimulation, you had to bite your lip to avoid screaming.

"Come for me precious, let me feel you come". You loved listening to his dirty talk while I pound into you, reaching your orgasm at an alarming rate.Vinnie covered your mouth with his hand, muffling your cry of pleasure but not by much. Vinnie's own orgasm followed immediately after yours when he held his hand over your mouth, desperately trying to muffle his own sounds of pleasure by biting his lip and he spilled himself deep inside you, his trusts coming to a stop,

Then he got hold of you and let you rest on him. Vinnie kissed the top of your head as both breaths slowly returned to normal.

"How are you doll?" He asked in his deep, husky voice for a deep love affair.

"In good right now but I'm completely sure that I'm not going to feel my legs tomorrow" You whispered against his chest, lavishing his chest with soft kisses. Vinnie leaned his head against the pillows enjoying your kisses immensely and knew for a fact that he was chaining you to this bed and keeping you here forever.

"Good night Y/n"

“Good night Vin”

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

if you can satisfy me in five minutes, i might let you live

a/n: inspired by jun-ho's iconic line in squid game.

tw: gunplay, power dynmaics, dubcon/noncon, mafia!au, oral sex, male receiving oral sex.

eren with a gun.

eren forcing you to your knees. he's in an all-black suit. black gloves. his ears are littered with piercings, silver glinting in the light. fringes of dark hair in his eyes, the rest of his hair tied in a bun.

if you weren't too scared to look up at him, you'd see that his eyes were the darkest shade of green you've ever seen. like emeralds waiting to be unearthed.

this is the most vulnerable you've ever felt in your life. you're not used to being on your knees. not you, never you. not the princess of her father's life. you lived life like that a spoiled princess, all of the world's precious items at your disposal.

“this gun is only 5 to 6 inches. your whore mouth can handle it.”

there's a lilting tone at the end of his sentence. he's looking down on you and treating you like a joke. you've never been talked to like this before, never been treated with this much disrespect.

the gun he's holding is unimpressive. generic even with the serial number burned off. but a gun's a gun at the end of the day.

it takes a moment for your brain to process what he's implying, no demanding for you to do.

"w-what?" you question eloquently with a mouth feeling like it was stuffed with cotton.

hard green eyes narrow, "you're not doing yourself any favors by acting dumb."

the words are not quite as filled with vitriol you expect. you wonder what you were expecting. maybe for him to lash out, for him to hit your pretty little head with the underside of his gun.

"hurry up or I'm going to shoot your brains."

ah there it is. except he sounds like he's bored. like you're a major inconvenience. like he's not forcing you to do something so soul-shatteringly perverse.

his patience is starting to wear thin. he grabs a fistful of your hair and drags you closer to the couch, where he plops down. yes, plops. your knees hurt, dragging on the floor like this.

there's a small window where maybe you could fight him. but there's a gun pointed at you (he even made a big show of clicking the safety off) and you've never taken a self-defense class in your life. (didn't need to)

eren is six feet of muscle. his lean frame hid how devastatingly strong he was. there was never a chance you could take.

he leans back without a care in the world, gun on his crotch. it feels like the world stands still, the silence interrupted by the chime of the antique grandfather clock. you startle, and it hits you its been a solid hour since you've been in this godforsaken room.

your hands are tied behind your back, so the only thing you can do is dip your head low and open your mouth. you know he wants a show. the symbolism is saturated with cliches. metal is cold and the ridges are uncomfortable. if it's a show he wants, it's a show he'll get. you lick a long stripe.

there's a finger on the trigger.

deliriously your first thought is how your father would lecture him on gun safety. next is how you can only hear the pounding of your heart.

suck

if it's spoken like a command, you must obey. you rub your tongue around your mouth to coat the black gun is spit. you can vaguely taste the barrel. it tastes corrosive. bitter. you try to disassociate from the metal in your mouth, thinking of anything but this. last month's trip to Peru where you petted llamas. your 16th birthday dinner in that candle-lit restaurant in southern France. the picnic with your mother when you were ten, and how she fed you olives and goat cheese that made you gag.

your head jerks back. you blink in surprise, an absence of feeling from your mouth. there's no gun anymore, he casts it aside on the couch with a sense of unpredictable carelessness that you couldn't decipher.

there's something about the crystal collecting on your waterline that makes him rock hard. daddy's little princess on her knees with puppy-fog eyes, red-rimmed nose, and a downturned mouth. you're so fucking pretty he wants to crush you under his thumb.

he's hurriedly undoing his belt, zipping down his slacks with haste. bulge evident through gray boxers, he tugs them down to expose a fully mast member. he gives his dick a good stroke as if to gauge something.

well, he's certainly bigger than his gun. and more surprisingly, he's sporting a pretty dick. pretty like the rest of him, and imposing in the same measure. veiny.

is the atmosphere different? he's grunting when he shoves your face to his dick, slender fingers knotting themselves in your hair. your little whimpers are muffled. all the precious memories you were sampling evict from your mind. the only thing your brain can focus on is the sensation.

the sensation of him. his smell. his taste. the bitterness of a person is different than metal. salty too. you lick in stripes, trying to glide your tongue but there are awkward pauses in between. you pay the tip the most attention as it sits proudly with the glistening precum.

he lets out a shudder. and you realize you're doing better than good. you're doing great.

but maybe you shouldn't tease too much. you learn your lesson the hard way when his grip on you tightens to like he's about to pull it off from your scalp. he's fucking into your mouth like it's. a drill tool, hammering, and hammering.

for the first time in the night, eren smiles. all canines.

if you can satisfy me in five minutes, i might let you live

you start bobbing your head up and down.

[xpeachesncream]

fiend | one shot

f i e n d ;

a person who wants something really bad, and keeps coming back for more.

because that's exactly what you are with your boss who dicks you down properly, time and time again.

pairing: assistant!reader x ceo!yg

genre: ceo au | smut

words: 2.7k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, bondage, unprotected rough sex that makes you cry, multiple orgasms, breast play, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), pussy smacking, ass smacking, dirty talking, doggy style, choking, i think that’s it? 

note: uh, definitely filthiest smut i’ve ever written by far.. i’m sorry lmao i’m trying to experiment with smut and yoongi is the one i’ve decided to experiment with. again, pls excuse any errors. enjoy!

Your eyes drifted down the hallway, quickly making eye contact with your boss before you turned the corner. Soon after, you heard his foot steps following behind you, his fingers grazing the buttons of his blazer as he unbuttoned them and quickly loosened the tie around his neck as he continued to follow your path.

You bit your lip as you took one last look behind you, seeing him coming for you, the lust seeping through his skin. Apparent in his eyes. In his walk. The way he licked his bottom lip.

You turned the knob to a room, not knowing who's it was but you didn't give a single fuck. All these rich folk and their big ass homes, there was no way any of them truly and actually cared about each and every single room in the house. Before you could fully shut the door, your boss slips himself in, silently shutting it close for you and locking it.

"Running away from me?" Yoongi asks in your ear, his breath grazing your neck.

"There's no fun if I don't, right?" You slightly cock your head to the side, a smirk slowly growing at the corner of your lips. Suddenly, you feel the cold material from his tie wrap around your wrists.

"Hmm." He hums. "Now that I've got you though, you're not going anywhere." He says lowly, holding the tie tightly as he bends you forward onto the side of the drawer against the wall. He finishes tying his tie around your wrist, your breathing slightly hitching when he tightens it. You feel him lift the back of your dress up, your thong exposing your ass cheeks and your folds almost swallowing the material with how bent you are at the moment.

How you got here? You didn't know, but you also didn't care. Min Yoongi was one of the youngest thriving CEOs to exist and out of all applicants, he had chosen your innocent ass as his assistant. You literally had just graduated not too long ago, finding an ad for the position online as you nonchalantly surfed the web and did your rounds of poking for entry-level positions. It didn't contain many requirements, which sparked your interest. But you figured you'd never land the job having interviewed amongst other women and men who had been executive assistants previously for months, even years.

Little did you know that you'd star in your own Fifty Shades of Grey movie, and honestly, all this shit was worth it to you. You didn't care about the dirty ass looks the rest of the staff would give you. You didn't care about the shit talking they'd do. You were never one to worry about little things like that; You did you and you carried your own shit. You knew the women were jealous, and you knew they wanted to be you.

Why would you be mad about that?

It ultimately became Yoongi's weakness. You just had it like that.

You'd watch as they'd take your job and prepare Yoongi's coffee in the morning, hoping to bat an eyelash and shower him in compliments. You sat at your desk smirking to yourself at how hard they tried. Sometimes Yoongi would acknowledge it, most of the time - he didn't. Because he was fixated on you and you had yet to learn that.

He wasn't one to build relationships with his staff, he made sure to keep his personal life separate from his career. He didn't talk much in the beginning, having random people train you before he began to step in and show you the ropes himself. He'd come off cold at first, barely showing any expressions. Barely acknowledging you by name, even. But as time went on, you were able to exceed his expectations, doing things before he'd even ask and you found him slowly unraveling around you. He'd tell you goodmorning as soon as he'd catch sight of you at your desk. He'd ask how your day was. He'd ask for your opinion on certain things. He'd ask for you to fully handle his schedule because he loved the way you treated him so delicately, moving appointments around just so he'd have time to breathe and eat. Then, you'd catch his smile. His laugh. How he'd shower you in compliments, talking about how nice you looked that day. He'd leave you notes on your desk, thanking you for your hard work.

If you weren't mistaken, you had felt a small crush developing for your boss. But, you knew you had to keep it professional. That is - until Min Yoongi had caught on and acted on it. He stood behind you as he looked over your shoulder at the computer screen. He had one hand planted on your desk, while the other rested on the top of your chair. You looked up at him from your seat, his eyes locked onto yours. He edged his face closer to yours, locking your lips with his. You couldn't help but gasp as you quickly pulled away, pushing yourself off after reality had settled in. But he had grabbed your wrist ever so gently, shaking his head as he told you to stop holding back.  Something so innocent had turned lustful, full of desire and passion. You gave in and allowed him to get a taste of all of you. Once you were in, there was no going back. He fucked you so good that you could barely walk, fucking you in all places you could imagine - his office, his car, his home, his kitchen, balcony, now this party that was flooded with such highly important people. All you wanted was him, all you craved for was him; Just as he had craved for you every second of his day.

That's why your ass was bent over on someone's expensive ass black dresser, Yoongi's tie tied tightly around your wrists as he swipes his fingers down his tongue before giving your pussy a good smack. You let out a small whimper as he pulls your panties down and throws them aside, his tongue licking a stripe in between your folds.

"You gonna be a good girl for me?"

"Yes." You whimper once again when you feel him spread your cheeks to take full advantage of the position you were in. You feel his tongue gently probe your entrance before you hear him suck you dry, a slight chuckle releasing from his lips as he pulls away and starts to insert two fingers to stretch you out. His long fingers start slowly, Yoongi full out enjoying the sound of your wetness every time he pulls in and out. He curves his digits upwards, causing you to twitch on the drawer from how deep he's tickling your core.

"Ohhhhh, Yoongi, please." You mewl. Your hands are slightly getting tired from being held behind you, but at the same time, you're so fucking turned on at how rough he's handling you - like he had been wanting you all night. Which, he has. He couldn't believe the audacity you had to show up to this party in that tightly fitted dress, hugging you in all the right places. You caught on quick, teasing him throughout the night by grazing your hand against his, brushing your fingers across his manhood area ever so gently in passing, whispering how good he looked in his suit.

"Stay still. You said you'd be good." He says, quickening his pace while he held the tie down to keep your hands in place. The faster he pumps his fingers in and out of you, the quicker you feel yourself coming undone.

"Hohhhh, fuck." You moan. "I'm close."

"Gonna cum around these fingers, baby?" You want to hold on so badly, but you can't. And you don't. You find yourself trembling on top of the dresser, Yoongi licking up your mess and completely disregarding how overly sensitive you are right now. The pain turns into more pleasure for you, and you want nothing more than to feel him inside of you.

But he has other plans first. He wastes no time bringing you back up to standing position by holding his tie, aggressively getting you on your knees in the middle of the room.

"You better make good use of those hands when I let them go." He says, undoing his tie. You slightly wince at how sore you are from keeping your hands in one position for some time, but you brush it off as Yoongi stands in front of you, ready for you to unzip his pants and let his aching dick free. He loves watching you suck him on your knees, the sight of your pretty face and his dick going in and out of your mouth being something out of this world for him. He ain't ever gotten head so good until he's gotten it from you.

And so you're craving to make him feel just as good as he made you feel, gripping his hardened member when it springs free from his boxers, your tongue following its length like a guide. His dick wasn't the thickest, but it was long and that shit never failed to make you cum time and time again. That shit never failed to tear you up. You suck his tip, your tongue swirling around the pooling pre-cum before you pull back with a pop. You watch from below as he tilts his head back in pleasure, small moans leaving his mouth as his hands are tangled in your hair. He begins to lower you onto his dick, steadying the pace before he wants you to start taking him all the way. His tip tickles the back of your throat while he keeps you there for a good minute, tears streaming from your eyes as you choke on him, saliva trailing from your mouth and his tip once he tugs your head back.

"So fucking pretty when you take my shit like that." He smirks before biting his bottom lip, his grey hair lightly brushing past his eyes. You swallow him whole a couple of times more, more saliva trailing down his dick and between your mouth and his tip before he's satisfied with how fucked out you look simply from taking his dick down your throat. "What do you want me to do to you, pretty girl?"

"Fuck me, please." You whine. He grips your chin and stands you up to eye level.

"You want me?" You nod. "Tell me how much you want me, babygirl."

"I want you so bad, Yoongi. Please. Wanna feel you."

He smirks. "Gonna make you feel good, sweetheart. Don't worry about that." He doesn't hesitate to carry you, albeit he struggles a bit with his pants below his ankles, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso before dropping you onto the bed. You wiggle yourself up a little higher before he crawls on top, his lips pressing against yours. The kiss quickly becomes messy, your hands getting tangled in his hair as his tongue sensually caressed your mouth. You moan into it while his hands work to bring the bottom portion of your dress above your waist. He pulls down your top portion just enough to expose your bare breasts, his hands giving them a good squeeze before taking your nipples in between his fingers and giving them a good pinch. You let out a small cry as he pulls away from the kiss, your nipples feeling incredibly hard and sensitive from his touch. He brings his mouth down to one nipple at a time, toying with it for a second by using his tongue to flick the bud around before sucking.

"That feels so good." You let out breathily. He lets out a small moan as he sucks on the other before bringing his mouth back up to yours. You wiggle yourself onto him, feeling his tip graze your folds, driving you insane. The heat is pooling in your core, almost unbearable at the fact.

"You want this dick in you now?" He whispers in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe right after. You let out a hiss as you nod, letting out a small whimper as you watch him pump his dick a few times below you. He inserts the tip, your mouth slightly open at how fucking good he feels slowly filling you up. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you grip onto his shirt while he bottoms out, the sound of your wetness bouncing off of the walls while he rolls his hips into you, working inwards and outwards. He keeps your legs open with his hands, making sure your wide enough to feel every inch of him inside of you.

"Fuuuuck, Yoongi." You moan. "Give it to me." He picks up his pace. "Just like that, just like that." You repeatedly whine until you can't cry it out any longer. The pleasure completely takes over your body as you bounce up and down in his grip, his eyes marveling at your titties bouncing around while he fucks you senselessly.

"Always so good to me." He groans. "Taking me in so perfectly. I wish you could see how fucking good you look crying out for me." You were absolutely perfect to him, in every way possible. The music outside is so loud at this point that you're sure no one can hear you yelling his name in this room. Your nails are digging into his clothed arms, his hands now making his way up to your neck to slightly grip onto it while he aggressively hammers into you.

"I'm gonna cum again." You manage to spit out as his hands are barely giving you room to speak. Sooner or later, one to two more powerful thrusts in, you feel yourself spiraling out of control, groaning as you tremble underneath him. He bites onto his bottom lip as he slows his pace to help you ride out your high and places a sloppy kiss onto your lips.

"Turn around for me." He says, you quickly obeying silently. He has you on your fours towards the edge of the bed, his tie now wrapped around your mouth and in between your teeth. He tugs on it ever so slightly to the side, getting a good look at your face before planting a kiss on on your neck. He quickly swipes his hand down your pussy, knowing full well how sensitive you still are. You twitch at the sensation, Yoongi letting out a small chuckle at how sexy and vulnerable you are right now. He slips himself in, letting out a moan at how wet you are around him. He holds onto his tie as he fucks into you quick, tears streaming down your cheeks. You let out a loud moan, but it's muffled through the material of his tie, enjoying every bit of the pain and pleasure your boss is bringing you at this moment. He grips your ass with his free hand before giving it a good smack, groans leaving his mouth as he pumps in and out.

"Who's pussy is this?" He leans forward and asks in your ear.

"Yours." You mumble.

"Who's?"

"Youuuuurs." You cry.

"Shit, babygirl. I'm gonna cum. Gonna fill you up so good." He leans back, his high coming to a close. Your eyes shut close as you feel your walls constrict around him at the same time he lets himself go, his cum coating your walls while you coat his dick. He lets the tie go gently, allowing you to breathe through your high, huffing and puffing to regulate yourself. You let out a small gasp feeling him remove himself from inside of you, cum leaking out of your throbbing pussy. You can barely fix your position, your legs trembling and weak from how fucked out you are. Yoongi takes a napkin from the nearby dresser, wiping you clean before getting himself together and helping you up.

"So much for enjoying the party like you wanted." You tease as you fix yourself in the full length mirror near the bed. Yoongi stands behind you, adjusting his blazer and shirt and tossing his tie aside since it had been drenched from your saliva.

"Didn't have to be such a tease."

"I thought that's what you wanted." He comes from behind you, lowering himself to your ear.

"You know I always want you though, so there's no need to be one. You ever think about that?" He says lowly near your ear as he lifts up your long lost panties with his finger.

[sashi-ya]

hi gorgeous <3 i literally die whenever i see you have your requests open, you’re my fave writer ahhh!!

first of all thank you for writing my past few requests i have LOVED them, you’re super super talented!!!

second of all, if it’s possible could I please request nsfw sanji x fem reader, where sanji is a soft-dom, the idea of him being dominant and sexy but still weak af is like AHHHH to me! <3 Literally include anything you like in it!!! 💓💓💓💓

Hi baby!! I feel so flattered with your words omg 🙊🙊💖. I hope you enjoy this little scenario of Sanji-kun being all dominant, yet soft! I tried to stay in character as much as I could, so I hope it's all right ♥ Enjoy please, and thank for all of the support. Love u! ♥

NSFW ~ Vinsmoke Sanji x F! Reader ~ "Good Girl, Mellorine"

TW: nsfw. Soft dom Sanji. Praising. Face fuck. Oral. Unprotected sex. Vag sex.

WC: 1.7K

A soft hand gently covering your mouth. Whispers in your ear, “I want you to obey me tonight”. You bite your lip, Sanji’s low voice in the middle of the night, surprising you while you are reading. You close your eyes, inhaling the scent of his subtle manly perfume mixed with tobacco.

“Yes, Master”.

“Good girl”.

You follow your blonde lover to the room, holding hands, walking behind him. Sanji’s hips motion is something special, you relish at the image of that strong legs modeling the black suit trousers he wears.

“Come on, Mellorine…” he says, and as much as he tries to sound dominant, he can’t help to show how much he praises you, how a gentleman he is.

“Can you… can you wear this for me?” he asks, showing you a piece of clothing like the one you two wore during the events of Onigashima. You smile sexily, somehow all of you hated the Beast pirates, but the attire they wore was perfect. “Of course, Master. Give me a second” you tell him, while grabbing the hanger and start undressing in front of him.

The cook, struggling not to lose all his blood through his nose, sits over the couch crossing his legs and waiting for you to put on the uniform. He tries to act like a true dom, and indeed he looks so sexy by giving you orders. Even though Sanji is as sweet as chocolate, he sometimes can be a dark bitter one.

Once you are all dressed up, leather stripes cross your body, barely covering your skin. At first, Sanji walks towards you, to kiss you, but he stops right away.

“Master, I’m ready to follow your orders” you tell him, encouraging to keep up. Sanji takes air, you can almost hear his heart beating with excitement. “Lap dance for me?” he orders -asks-. “Of course, Master” you tell him. Your body meandering to imaginary music, flowing softly, sexily, making Sanji drool at such a show.

“How beautiful you are, Mellorine” he whispers. You turn around, your hands traveling from your breasts to your waist. Hips side to side, looking straight into his eyes.

The cook, constantly fighting against a threatening nasal hemorrhage takes a few more seconds to enjoy the image of your sexy body in front of him, and then, lowers his zipper. Sanji takes his pants off. His boxers still on show wet spots all over and a growing bulge. His palm grazes the tip of his cock, while you dance showing off everything you got.

Sanji is on fire, he breathes fast. “Mellorine, kneel down for me” he commands, and of course you obey. Your hands rest over your thighs, you are completely submitted to him, looking at the ground with a side smirk on your face.

“Stick your tongue” he commands. “Yes, Master” you tell and opening your mouth wide, you stick your tongue out. Sanji comes closer, holding his swollen member in his hands. The tip of his dick, dripping precum, stimulating your taste buds. Delicious taste, as everything he produces. He jerks off, while you lick his gland. And even if he hasn’t given you the order yet, you know exactly how he likes it. So, you take your hands to his balls, massaging them gently.

Sanji moans sound heavenly as he sticks his sex into your mouth, pushing deep, touching your throat. You reach for his perineum with your index finger, grazing his ruffled skin back and forth. Your fingertip is menacingly wandering around his rear entrance.

As the stimulation makes him drift into the pleasure, he progressively forgets about chivalry and becomes feral. He grabs your hair and moves your head in and out, fucking your mouth mercilessly. He pants and sweats, wet spots showing on his shirt. “Good girl, M-ellorine…” he whines. You smile, gagging as his dick hits your uvula on and on. Eyes getting watery while you wait for his climax to inevitably come.

On the verge of ecstasy, while Sanji’s cheeks become crimson and his gold locks wavy because of the sweating, he backs off. “I want to come on your boobs, stay there” he commands. You, pleased with how he is expressing his needs, prepare yourself to receive his warm seed over your chest. You relish at the image of your lover clenching his jaw, closing his eyes, moaning, and jerking off violently.

Sanji lifts his shirt exposing his lower belly, showing you that black happy trail from his belly button to his sex. Muscles spamming as he reaches orgasm. Sweet release dripping on your chest, warm sticky fluid staining the black leather material of your uniform.

He flops into the couch behind him, trying to recover as fast as he can, because he feels guilty of coming first. But you are not mad at all. What’s more, you are horny as hell, your panties wet as your arousal grows stronger.

“Come to me, crawling” he demands. “Yes master” you purr, dragging yourself to him with a feline-like hips motion. You rest your head on his lap, caressing his strong thigh with your fingers. Sanji brushes your hair, “good girl, you are such a good girl, Mellorine”. You kiss his fair flesh. So perfect, so sexy, and warm.

Sanji lifts your chin up, so he can see your face. “You are so beautiful, (name)-Swan” he tells you, while his thumb grazes and plays with your lower lip. “Come on here, sit on your master’s lap”. You straddle your hips over his still overly sensitive member. The thin layer of cloth in between your sex and his seems like sweet torture. “You are so wet, babe” he tells you, while his right-hand travels from your nape to the small of your back.

The cook delights himself with your needy expressions as he surprisingly moves his hips up, rubbing his dick against your throbbing clit. “Sanji-kun” you moan, your body needs release, right now. “Mhhh? what is it?” he asks, a devilishly smirk on his face. “Sanji… Master, please…” you beg, as he is now making you hump over his lap.

“We have plenty of time, don’t you think, Mellorine?” he whispers, and suddenly he snatches from your hair, pulling your head back. Neck and chest exposed to him; he licks his lips ready to attack your flesh. And he does. “Stay still…” he orders.

Sanji's teeth graze your neck skin, he licks and sucks it leaving little maroon marks all over. “I’m gonna fuck you all night long, you know that?” he informs you, and bites your earlobe. “Yes, master. Please, fuck me all night” you whine. “Good girl, such a good girl you are” he whispers.

Kisses go lower, and lower. They arrive at your breasts, perfectly cupped by the leathery material of the uniform. But Sanji doesn’t really care anymore about it, he wants you naked, completely freed from whatever is covering you. “Bye bye clothes” he says, and with a sudden violent motion rips your clothes away.

Turgent boobs, hard nipples on his face, a little red drop falling from his nose. Sanji sticks his tongue out, letting a little string of saliva fall over your right nipple. You squirm at the sensation, and moan. Once it's lubricated enough, he nibbles onto it. He pulls from it; he sucks them with dedication. Your personal chef is sending you to heaven.

“S-Sanji… Sanji-kun” you moan, repeatedly. He stops the nipple heaven and asks you, “Sanji? You should call me master…”. “I’m… I’m sorry…” and before you could say anything else, Sanji lifts you up and stands up from the couch. You cross your legs around his tiny waist, and he walks towards the bed, kissing you passionately.

He throws you to bed, him towering you. He unbuttons his shirt, and pounces into you. Steamy kisses, you can't even breathe properly. "I love you; you know that?" He says with muzzled speech while pressing his lips into yours.

The chef kisses you from your chin, lower and lower. He spends a good amount of time on your belly. He is in love with that part of your body. "Spread your legs for your master, ok?" He commands. You separate your legs, and as Sanji goes down, you rest your them over his shoulders.

Like the good chef he is, the blonde appreciates the food he is about to eat. He bites the inner side of your thighs and kisses your sex softly while his golden locks brush your legs as he moves. And because he has a master in oral, Sanji attacks your core, devouring, tasting the honey of your arousal.

He becomes feral, you can’t even breathe. And Sanji, too. Sometimes you just need to grab his hair and pull from it just so he takes air. Your lover could die driven by your taste, and he would be happy.

Climax is about to hit you. And perhaps for Sanji too, because while he sucked your clit, he was jerking off the whole time.

You want him inside; you want him to stretch your walls. "Master…" you purr in between moaning. "Yes, Mellorine?". "Fuck me please, please master" you whine.

"You want Master's dick inside, don't you?" He asks and sticks his thumb inside your entrance. You moan, even if it's not his dick, you are so sensitive that sends shivers down your spine.

"Let me see how tight you are…" he tells you, fingering you, violently.

"Mh… yes, perfect" he says, taking the finger out and making you lick it. "Taste yourself, aren't you delicious?" He says, as you suck his finger with dedication and a messy expression.

And before you could say anything else, Sanji is already penetrating you. In and out, deep inside. Perfect hip motions, him softening the movements because of how strong his legs are. You grab the blankets, twisting in place, arching your back, panting.

Your cook, whenever he fucks you, he loses all sense of chivalry. Sanji passes his arm around your waist, so he can grip you better as he pounds into you. Feral grunts, whining, he is as strong as soft, a constant dichotomy, a gentleman, and a beast in bed…

You come first, that's Sanji's best motivation. And then he follows. Tonight, you forgot about protection, and you don't care. Sanji flops over you, his wavy blond hair tickling your neck. Soft grunts in your ear as his dick pumps his warm seed inside you.

"I love you, (Name)-swan" he sighs. "Me too, babe" you mumble, still trembling after such an amazing session… ♡~

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: aone takanobu x male reader

req: yes | wc: 1.29k | college au | cw: corruption kink, dirty talk, swearing, unprotected sex, aone titties, cum eating | minors dni

anon: I’d like one with aone being super inexperienced, and the reader helping him......after the basics he just goes to town on him, and after that day, aone wasnt all “inexperienced”

a/n: I said longer nsfw was hard to write, which it is, but this one wasn’t as hard.

To think that your college boyfriend, 21 year old Aone Takanobu, hadn’t had sex yet was surprising. He was certainly a catch - tall, built, and big - but nobody had snatched him up yet. The thought of it was thrilling.

To take your boyfriend’s virginity... damn that was something to drool about.

However, the topic never came up.

But, as you bring him into your bedroom, you have the chance. Stepping out from a party to have sex was exciting, especially when you’re fucking in the same venue as the party.

Your roommate started it, and they bribed you with alcohol. You weren’t one to deny free drinks.

You’re both tipsy when you leave the party, lazily exchanging sloppy kisses. 

Here, away from the loud source of music downstairs, your heart stills to its normal pace. But, even if the beat of the fast-paced songs no longer controls your heartbeat, you can still hear it. Your heart thuds against your ribcage, telling you ‘this is the moment’.

“Aone-” He’s quick to dive back in to kiss you, even if you pull back. You have to push him back a bit to speak. “This would be your first, right?”

He flushes a soft pink, it’s clear he hadn’t considered that. Still, he nods, which tells you he’s willing.

“Do you want to-”

Much to your surprise, he cuts you off. “Yes.”

“Alright.” Excitement warms up your chest and floods blood into your bulge. “..Wha-” It makes you trip over your words. “What do you want to try?”

Your innocent boyfriend doesn’t know where to start. He has no idea just what you want to do to him. He doesn’t even know what a boob job is, doesn’t know the basics of a blowjob, doesn’t know his tight hole needs to be stretched properly for your dick to push in.

He knows nothing and it’s utterly arousing.

“I want to please you.” He’s always been kind-hearted.

“Okay,” You smile at the thought. “we can start at that.” You sit on your bed, gesturing for him to sit on the floor in front of you. He does so immediately, looking up at you attentively.

He’s willing to learn. You could teach him how to be your cum slut.

You move to undo your pants, but Aone does it for you. He’s eager, albeit a little reluctant. As he pulls down your pants and underwear, your dick nearly slaps him in the face.

Aone looks up at it in awe, licking his lips. “It’s big.”

“I bet yours is too.” The lust clouds your thoughts, making you say the weirdest of things, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.

He shakes his head, “Lesser.”

You raise an eyebrow, silently questioning it. Aone’s a big healthy man, sculpted from his high school days. He was a giant, much bigger than you body-wise. Yet, even if he looked like this, apparently it didn’t match up with what’s between his legs.

Aone doesn’t make a move, which reminds you that he needs guidance. “Lick up a stripe, from balls to tip.”

Like an obedient little boy, he obliges with no hesitation, seemingly enjoying how you react.

“Just like that…” You bite your lips, holding back a few groans. “Take in as much as you think you can...and suck. Don’t be afraid to pull back if you need to.”

He takes you in half-way before he stops, and you don’t have to tell him to use his hands with the rest. “Use your tongue and, fuck- bob your head up and down.”

He obeys without question. Each time he moves up, he goes back down even deeper than before. He looks so pretty this way, lips wrapped around your shaft eyes half-lidded.

“Shit, Taka, teeth.” 

“Sorry.” He moans around your dick.

With that little error corrected, you close your eyes with bliss, breaths shaky and sharp. He’s doing so well for his first time, almost as if he wasn’t inexperienced at all.

“You’re doing so well.” Your praise seems to make him even better.

When you open your eyes again, he looks up at you intently. His gaze is intense, but shit, it’s a turn on. It almost sends you over the edge on its own, but it damn well takes you there.

“Ah, Takanobu, I’m coming! Pull away-” Even with your warnings, he doesn’t stop. He stares at you even more intensely.

He wants your seed down his throat.

Another thought fills your head, it’s so exciting that it makes you feel even more aroused. Nobody’s cummed into his throat before.

“Fuck!”

Your boyfriend pulls back, swallowing your cum with no complaints, even licking the drops that leak out of his mouth. “Does it… taste good?”

Aone nods eagerly, as if he were addicted, “I want more.” and he is.

Once prepped, you line yourself up. “Tell me when to stop, alright? Remember the safeword?”

“Red.” He’s under you, long legs already wrapped around your waist.

“Good boy.” He’s a good boy for you, though no longer innocent. He wants your cock, he wants it in his tight little ass, and he wants your seed.

You push in slowly. “Fuck…”

To your surprise, he groans. Aone is a silent person, yet you wondered how vocal you could make him be. Still, you had to keep it gentle… but what if he begged for more?

“Tell me how you want it. Tell me when to slow down, when to speed up, when to pause for a second.”

He nods. “Go faster.”

“Baby, you have to get adjus-”

“Faster.” He sounded assured.

Well, if that’s what he wanted, then that’s what you would give him. Still, you’re gentle and not as fast as he would like. He still wanted more.

He pushes against you, groaning in an unsatisfied manner. “Faster, please.”

He really was addicted.

You go faster, fulfilling Aone’s wishes and feeding into his satisfaction. Finally, he releases his wonderful and oh so pretty moans. They’re not as noisy or frequent, but damn, to have such as a quiet man moaning and mewling because of you? It was an accomplishment.

“God, you’re so loud for me.”

“Mhm!” He hums for you. His hands latch onto your back, surely leaving marks, as you start losing yourself in the feeling of his little hole around you. You go faster and harder, and he doesn’t complain

“I’m so lucky to have you.” His hole was so fuckable that you were losing your self control. “Isn’t that right, Takanobu?”

“Y-Yes!” His legs wrap themselves tighter around you.

Nobody’s fucked his tight hole before, nobody’s released inside of it, nobody’s had his legs wrapped around them, nobody’s had him moaning their name; nobody except you. “Fuck.”

He feels so tight, so warm…

Your hands trail up to his pecs. They’re toned, as if they were man titties, sticking out against his chest like a sore thumb. They felt so soft against your fingers, so squishy and tender. You can’t help but hold on to them as you fuck him.

By now, you’ve lost all control.

Aone screams your name as he releases. You don’t stop, but he doesn’t mind. He wants you to release, he wants your seed again. The feeling of overstimulation is new, but it’s also extremely exciting.

It’s not long before you release into his perfect ass. It tightens around you, milking you of all your jizz.

As you ride out your high, he pulls you into a sloppy kiss. 

“God, that was amazing.” You rest your forehead against his. His hands rub your back, on the marks he left behind.

“It was.” He agrees. “I want more.”

From today onwards, he was no longer inexperienced. He was addicted to this, he was addicted to you.

[pilothusband]

The One Where Frankie Didn’t Need a Map

Gif by @uuuhshiny

Rating: Explicit! 18+!

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: Some good ol’ fashioned cunnilingus, alcohol consumption, a teensy bit of pining. Unbeta’d, we horny post like men.

Word count: ~1.5k

Description: You confess something to Frankie and he is determined to change your mind on the matter.

You already knew you were in trouble when no one else showed up for the hang out session Frankie had posted about in the group chat. Will had a date with his wife, Benny had training, and Pope had some other plans God knows where.

Here you were, perched on Frankie’s couch, downing a PBR like it was water, trying to get over your own nerves. See, you harbored a not-so-secret crush on Frankie. You were glad Frankie was oblivious to it, not really knowing if he felt the same way.

He had never said or done anything to hint that he felt the same way, but sometimes when you were all out, you caught him looking at you from across the room. Your gaze would meet his, and he’d look away quickly. It was confusing and maddening as hell.

He was a good friend; someone you could tell almost anything and not feel judged. You didn’t want to risk losing him.

After a while, conversation flowed as freely as the cheap beer. You felt your tongue get a little looser, and you noticed Frankie was in the same boat.His hair was a little disheveled, rather adorably, and his face was getting a little pink, his smile a little more ever-present.

Still, you weren’t sure how the conversation turned to sex. You hadn’t broached this subject before in detail, much less when it was just the two of you.

You made a comment about how you hadn’t been dicked down in what felt like decades and he let a laugh.

“I think the thing I miss about having a regular sex partner is just going to town while eating her out.”

You squirmed, feeling incredibly hot under the collar all of a sudden.

“I don’t know, I’ve always wanted to enjoy that, but none of the guys I’ve been with could find the clit even if they had a map.”

Frankie almost spit his beer out at that. He didn’t laugh this time though.

He didn’t respond right away. His brow was furrowed in deep thought. You felt a hot wave of embarrassment wash over you.

“I know, it’s kind of embarrassing,” you started. “I think there’s something wrong with me.” 

You tried to laugh it off, but your voice was small and unsure. Your eyes were cast down at your hands, wringing nervously in your lap. Frankie must have thought you were insane, sharing something this personal with him.

“No,” he said, clearing his throat. “It’s not embarrassing. Not for you, at least.” 

You looked up at him, surprised.

“Those guys, they didn’t know what they were doing,” he said, his arms gesturing wildly. “They were fucking idiots.” 

You huffed out a laugh. Of course he would say that.

“I guarantee you, when you’re with someone who knows what they’re doing, you’ll change your tune.” 

“Yeah,” you said derisively. “We’ll see if that happens. You know my dating history.”

Frankie hummed in agreement and took a pull from his beer. You did the same, looking around the room, trying to find a way to change the subject.

“I could do it,” he said quietly. 

You almost didn’t hear him.You paused for a moment, stomach in knots. 

“What do you mean?” You said warily, unsure if he meant what you think he meant.

“I mean—“ he seemed to be unsure if he should say it. “I could make you come with my mouth.”

You almost gasped at his words, immediately feeling a rush between your legs.

“Do you— do you want to?” You asked. 

You couldn’t tell if he was joking, but this wasn’t something Frankie would normally joke about. If this was Pope or Benny you’d punch their shoulder and tell them to fuck off. But this was Frankie. Your Frankie.

He swallowed thickly, his voice dropping an octave. “More than anything.”

You felt your thighs clench together, squirming in your seat. You really fucking wanted to take him up on the offer, but could your heart handle it? Could you hook up with your best friend and not fall more head over heels for him? 

After a long, pregnant pause you spoke, your voice coming out more breathy than usual.

“Okay.”

Frankie’s head snapped up to meet your gaze.

“Really?”

“Yes. Make me... make me come with your mouth.”

Frankie groaned, a low and deliriously sensual sound coming from deep within him. You felt another wave of arousal wash over you. You bit your lip in anticipation, feeling a little nervous.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Frankie said softly, setting his beer down, grabbing your empty and setting it next to his. 

He cradled your face delicately in his hand and kissed your forehead, your nose, then the corner of your mouth. You didn’t dare breathe, afraid this was all a dream you were about to wake up from.

He moved lower, crouching on the floor in front of the couch. His fingers found the button on your jeans and worked deftly to unbutton them. He ran his hands down to your thighs and then under, motioning for you to get up so he could pull your jeans down. You complied, biting your lip as he slowly peeled them down.

Once they were on the floor haphazardly tossed behind him, Frankie looked back and you and licked his lips. His eyes were glazed over, staring at the seam of your panties. 

You sucked in a breath. Your heart felt as if it was beating out of your chest.

His hand found you there, pressing softly over your clit over the fabric. You made a soft noise in surprise. His thumb rubbed circles over it, finding a delicious rhythm. Your hips started gyrating on their own accord.

“Fuck,” Frankie mumbled under his breath in reverence. “You’re beautiful.”

You moaned in response. There was no way you could come up with any words in the moment. His fingers felt like heaven and he had barely touched you.

His pointer finger slipped under the fabric, seeking out your skin directly.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he breathed out in wonder. You keen in response, too turned on to feel self-conscious.

He removed his finger and sucked it into his mouth, groaning.

“And you taste fucking amazing.”

His fingers found the waistband of your panties, peeling them down your legs.

The hairs on his mustache and beard tickled the inside of your thighs and you found yourself spreading them apart further in anticipation.

Your mind was moving a mile a minute, not quite believing this was really happening.

Your breath hitched as his mouth found its way upwards, finally reaching its destination. Frankie parted his lips, licking a stripe upwards, landing on your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you swore under your breath. 

Frankie grinned in response and started moving his mouth in earnest. His tongue swirled around your clit, flicking over it every other beat. Your hips were grinding into his face and your breath was coming out in pants. His fingers parted your folds while his tongue flicked back and forth over you.

Frankie let out a long moan into your pussy, grabbing onto your ass with his free hand to push you further into his face.

A lock of his curls fell in front of his eyes and you found yourself carding your fingers through his hair to push it back. He closed his eyes at the sensation, letting out another moan.

His mouth and tongue struck a new, harsher rhythm, making your back arch. You pulled the neckline of your shirt down, taking the cup of your bra with it to rub at your nipple, seeking more friction.

Frankie looked up and found you arching your back towards him, thumb circling your exposed nipple and let out the loudest moan.

“Fuck, baby. Play with your tits, just like that. So fucking hot.”

He continued his ministrations, his nose adding a delicious press to your clit as his tongue licked into your pussy.

You felt a familiar sensation start to grow inside you, building with alarming speed.

“Frankie, don’t stop,” you panted out. “I’m gonna come.”

He growled into you in response, continuing to lap at you with abandon.

The wave broke and you cried out, babbling his name over and over again. Your legs were shaking with the strength of your orgasm. Frankie rode you through it, not letting up until your hand flew to his hair.

He looked up at you in a daze, wiping his mouth off on his sleeve before crawling his body up yours, capturing you in a scorching kiss.

Your hands were everywhere— in his hair, on the back of his neck, down towards his chest. You looked down, noticing the considerable bulge in his jeans. You wanted to find out how hot and hard he was more than anything.

His hands found yours, stilling your movements.

“Next time,” he said, his already deep voice sounding even huskier. “This was for you.”

You kissed him again, not quite over how impossibly soft his lips were, and how he tasted like you.

“See, I told you,” he said, huffing out a laugh. “Nothing wrong with you.”

You smiled bashfully, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Shut up and hand me my pants, Morales.”

[terriblequalitymovie]

His Kitten

Pairing: Niragi x Reader

Rating: (M) for language and explicit sex

Summary: Niragi catches you with Arisu and Chishiya too many times for his liking and thinks you’re getting a bit too comfortable

Warning: orgasm denial, cursing, degradation, no aftercare

A/N: I don’t even know yall, what type of shackles does this (fictional) man have on me.

***

It started as a normal day at the beach. The loud music echoing through the resort, the smell of alcohol and weed mixing in with chlorine, sweat and sunscreen. You laid back on the reclining chair, soaking up some much needed sun. Two newcomers passed by you, reminding you of yourself. It had been maybe two weeks since you found yourself in Borderland, and about a week and a half since you came to the beach. You tried not to think too much about how you ended up here, it was a bit hectic and made your head spin. You were visiting Tokyo with a couple of friends, and had gotten separated from them while sightseeing. You headed into a cafe and the next thing you knew you were the only one around, being forced to survive by playing games.

Since then however, you’d come to slightly accept your new found reality. You chuckled, your friends were probably back at work and you were catching a tan. Just as that thought brought a small smile to your face, you felt someone’s shadow fall over. You frowned, sitting up. Glasses being pushed atop your braids, you locked eyes with Usagi.

“In five minutes, get up and come to the rooftop.” She said, and then disappeared back into the crowd. You looked around, and then laid back against the seat, wondering what that was about. But five minutes later, you found yourself navigating towards the rooftop, making sure there were no militants in sight. You wouldn’t mind seeing Niragi, although if he caught you that would end in a number of ways that seemingly all ended in you being bruised. That thought both excited you and frightened you and you picked up your pace.

Up on the rooftop, you were hardly surprised to find Chishiya, Kuina, Usagi and Arisu. They all turned to you as the door slammed shut behind you. You looked between the four of them, a bout of confusion in your mind.

“You’re probably wondering why you’re here” Arisu said.

“Yeah probably.” You joked.

“The Hatter’s system is flawed, so we’re stealing the cards and figuring it out for ourselves.” Chishiya announced. Again, you looked at the four of them, your brow furrowed.

“Where do I come in? And how do I know you won’t throw me to the militants if we get caught?”

“That’s just a risk you have to take.”

You bit your lip, you agreed. The whole idea of collecting the cards solely for only the Hatter to return to the normal world was selfish and for lack of better word unfair. But would you be willing to die over playing cards? (Granted you could die at any given time in Borderland).

“Fine. I’m in.” You sighed.

After going over the plan, the five of you headed back inside. While Kuina and Usagi headed in one direction, you followed Arisu and Chishiya.

You were engaged in small talk, telling them where you were from and how you got there, when the Aguni, Niragi and a few of the other militants passed by. Niragi turned, sneering at the two men in front of you. His eyes met yours with a dark look, and another round of excitement and fear shot through you.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You said, puckering your lips. Talking to Niragi like that, especially in front of Aguni was brave, even for you. He stepped towards you, the grip of his gun tightening, but the smirk on your face didn’t falter.

“Careful y/n, don’t want me to lose my temper.”

But you did, you wanted to push his buttons and see what would happen. However, in front of Aguni and the militants, along with the two new friends (or allies you weren’t exactly sure what to call it) wasn’t the right place. You stepped back and looked away but the smirk didn’t fade completely. He huffed. Brat.

The three of you went your separate ways, your mind still reeling with Chishiya’s plan at the forefront. That was until the music stopped. The eerie silence meant one thing, games night. You sighed, and found your way to the entrance. Arisu, Chishiya, Usagi and Kuina were already there, and you found yourself climbing into the same car that they were.

6 of diamonds. That’s what had you chained to each other by the ankles. A mound of keys laid before you. Simple you thought, it’s like finding a needle in a haystack, but with metal keys and there’s a two hour time limit that ends in death. There were ten players in total, and each person could grab a key. They could only pass the keys to the person directly on either side of them, and once a key was out of rotation it couldn’t be used again. Of course, there were newcomers who were panicked about how they ended up in Borderland and the significance of the game. And a few players who weren’t thinking of the bigger picture. However with Chishiya and Arisu’s quick thinking, you weren’t too worried. With that confidence in mind, you grabbed a key.

One and a half painstaking hours later, you were free of your shackles. And rubbing at your ankles. Your fingers reeked of metal and you’d much rather be in your room.

Upon returning to the hotel, you and the others were in a surprisingly jovial mood. You had your arms wrapped around Chishiya and Arisu’s shoulders. Kuina made a comment about Arisu being a ladies man, which caused his cheeks to turn a rosy color and had you in a fit of laughter.

You were still chuckling, when the militants passed by again. Niragi shot a menacing glare in your direction, mean to scare you and the company, but you only felt heat pooling in your core. However, you stood up straight, letting your arms fall by your side.

It took a while to get back to your room, but your shoulders instantly relaxed just seeing the numbers. The room was dark, and you were sure you’d left the light on. The curtain was open, letting in the moonlight. The door closed behind you with a thud and you stepped forward slowly. Something was off in the room, but you weren’t sure what. That’s when you felt it, warm and wet against your neck.

“Niragi.” You breathed.

“Y/n” he answered.

“How did you get in here?”

“The door.” He answered simply, and you could tell he was smirking.

“But tell me y/n, did you have fun today?”

“Fun? Sure I guess.”

“Make a lot of friends?”

Your eyebrows knit together, it was unlike Niragi to care about something like that. You were about to answer, when you realized why he asked. He was jealous.

“Oh yes. Chishiya and Arisu are great company.” You gushed. Niragi finally stepped into the light, pushing you backwards onto the bed.

“But can they make you scream like I can?” He asked, licking another stripe across your neck. You let out a shuddering breath. All the plans for a bratty reply left your head, as he lifted your shirt, turning it into a makeshift restraint. His tongue continued down to your stomach and both of your legs. Effortlessly, he pulled off your shorts and bikini bottoms.

Niragi bites your thighs, pulling a gasp from your lips. His mouth finds your entrance, already soaked. Niragi eats you out like a man starved, his fingers gripping your thighs. His tongue lapped at your folds roughly, the piercing cold against your core. You wanted to touch him, to run your fingers through his hair. That’s exactly what you did, freeing yourself from the hold of your shirt, and rooting your hands in his hair. Abruptly, Niragi pulled away from you, the night air sending a shiver down your spine.

“Hands off pet.” He warned, pinning your hands above your head. You pouted, but it melted away as he returned to his ministrations. You whimpered, as your high crept up on you.

Niragi could feel your legs beginning to shake and he knew you were close. He stayed a few seconds more and then pulled away, with a devilish grin.

“Something wrong kitten?” He asked licking his lips. You frowned.

“I was so close.”

“I know kitten, but do you deserve to cum?”

You pouted, but it only made him chuckle. He runs his fingers along your thigh, the skin still sensitive from his bites. He gets closer to your core but pulls away at the last second.

You heave a sigh of frustration, and Niragi slaps your thighs. You were buzzing now, the tension of a denied orgasm tingling through you. He wanted you to beg, to hear your neediness, your submission.

“Beg.” Niragi slid his fingers slowly back into your dripping heat.

“Please.” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Can’t hear you y/n.”

“Please!”

“Manners kitten, please who?”

“Please Niragi.” Niragi’s fingers were right where you needed them, his thumb rubbing circles into your clit. It didn’t take long for you to feel that tightening sensation again. He teased pushing his fingers in deeper, before pulling them out. You could practically taste it, the release that never came.

Niragi sucked his fingers, your eyes trained on the slender digits covered in your essence. He hummed, a popping sound could be heard as he pulled them out of his mouth. He was driving you crazy, and he loved every minute of it. You were practically trembling now, but you were at Niragi’s mercy.

The sound of his belt being unbuckled sends a shiver down your body. He pushed your thighs apart with his legs, dragging the tip of his dick against your clit. Niragi bent over you his hair falling into your face. His hand wrapped around your throat, and your back arched as he thrust into you all at once. He pulled back slowly, and before you know it he was fucking into you like his life depended on it. You couldn’t hold back your moans any longer, sure that everyone that lived in your hall could hear you. Niragi’s grip tightened around your throat his fingernails digging into your skin. The pain only pushed you further into pleasure. As you felt your orgasm approach a third time you wrapped your legs around Niragi’s waist, holding him in place. His name fell off your lips, the only coherent thing you could say, as your orgasm washed over you. You were breathless and tears streamed down your cheeks but that didn’t stop Niragi. He kept going, chasing after his own high. His teeth sunk into your skin, replacing his fingers.

“Fuck.” You hissed. His long tongue brushed over the broken skin, another hiss leaving your lips. Niragi’s thrusts grew sloppy and he pulled out, releasing onto your stomach. He wiped your tears, and squeezed your cheeks with his hand.

“So pretty like this pet, and all mine.”

[breanime]

The Five Senses: Taste (with Bonus Boy)

This is completely the fault of @thesandbeneathmytoes

warning: steamy!

Billy Russo: Billy was a disciplined man. He made his money his own way, through shedding a lot of blood and morals, so when he got a chance to flaunt that wealth... He did it. Which is how you ended up on your back on his desk, fully naked and on display, as Billy poured 500 dollars worth of champagne on your body. He stood, caged in by your legs, and leaned over your wet body, licking up the champagne that had begun to trickle between your breasts. “Mm,” he hummed, smirking as he lapped up the champagne, “tastes like...” His warm mouth trailed down your body, following the dews of champagne as they rolled down your form until he was right at your center, lightly sucking on your clit. “...perfection.”

Logan Delos: Logan loved the taste of himself on your lips. He kissed you greedily, his tongue sliding against yours; he could taste his own cum on your lips, and he fucking loved it. He pushed you down onto the couch, his hard, warm body covering yours as he kissed you. “You taste like me,” he grinned, settling himself between your open legs, “and I taste like you, don’t I, princess?” “Yes,” you answered, the word coming out in a breathy whisper. Logan pushed three fingers inside of you, curling them as you gasped and arched your back, trying to get closer to the pleasure. You watched, chest heaving, as Logan withdrew his hand and slid his three dripping fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean for the taste of you. “Delicious.”

Jax Teller: It had been a surprise to Jax, how much he enjoyed licking strawberry lube off of you, but he loved it. He fucking loved it. Your legs were thrown over his shoulders, and Jax’s head was firmly between your thighs, licking your pussy as you moaned and shook in his grasp. He grabbed the lube from the side dresser, not even having to look up, and squeezed the bottle, and both of you moaned as you shivered at the feel of the thick gel on you. “You’re so fuckin’ sweet, darlin’,” Jax growled, smirking against you, “My favorite afternoon snack...” You grabbed onto his hair, pulling the strands as he ate you out, the sounds of his mouth sucking and smacking against you, mixed in with both of your moans, filled the room. Jax had just come home from a run about 15 minutes ago, and you knew your evening was just getting started. 

Coco Cruz: You grabbed onto the headboard in front of you, head thrown back as Coco licked a stripe up your clit. He had you on your hands and knees, his strong hands on your waist as he ate you out from the back. His hair was pulled back into a bun, giving him more access to your wetness, and Coco lapped you up like a starving man. He hadn’t seen you in a week, and as soon as he walked through the door, he had growled out “I need to fucking taste that pussy”...and so here you were. Coco lifted his chin, that long, talented tongue of his swirling around your most sensitive parts, making you scream. You jumped when he puckered his lips on your clit, and Coco smacked your ass as a warning. “Stay still,” he said, his voice muffled by your flesh, “I’m fuckin’ starving, baby.”

Angel Reyes: Angel loved eating you out. He loved making you feel good. He loved having you spread out, like a Goddess, all for him. You were completely naked, and he was fully dressed, situated comfortably between your shivering legs. Angel had lost track of time; he’d been eating your pussy for at least 45 minutes, making you cum until you couldn’t say anything but his name. He himself had cum just from making you cum, and he’d taken a handful of his own cum and spread it against you, licking it up as he ate you out. That had driven you crazy, and you’d orgasmed harder than you’d ever orgasmed before. Now he was taking it down a notch, giving you slow, deliberate licks as you shook around him. “Angel,” you sighed, tears streaming down your face, “My Angel... My Angel...” He grinned, his face wet with your arousal, his rings glittering from your cum, and his mouth eager for more. “I know what you need baby... You need more...”

Miguel Galindo: Miguel’s face was your throne. You rolled your hips on top of him, and he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening. Miguel fucking loved eating you like this, loved giving you control: you set the pace, you got to determine how much of yourself you gave to him, and how much you held back. But he knew you, and he knew you’d never hold back from him. Beneath you, Miguel was hard enough to cut diamonds, but he liked that too--the waiting. He licked up into you, enjoying the feel of your wetness gathering in his beard and on his cheeks, he loved the taste of you....He loved that he was the only one who got to taste it. Miguel turned his head a bit, changing up the angle, sneaking a bit of control back from you, but you allowed it. You allowed it, he knew, because it felt so fucking good, his tongue inside of you, his nose pressed up against your most sensitive area. Neither of you spoke; you didn’t have to. Your back-to-back orgasms said all that needed to be said. 

Nick Amaro: Nick’s tongue flicking against your clit was one thing, but the sexy, hushed whispers in Spanish was another. You were shaking, your back was against the headboard, and you leaned over, your breasts leaning on the top of Nick’s head as he ate you out. He’d said it time and time again: he loved the taste of you. He treated it like a personal mission, eating you out, making you cum. He had three fingers inside of you as he licked and sucked at you, whispering how pretty and how sweet you were in Spanish. He moved his head from side to side, chuckling at the low moan you let out at the action. “That feel good, mi amor?” He asked, his mouth still attached to you. You nodded, pulling at his short hair, “Y-yes....” “You taste so damn good, mi vida,” he licked your clit, flicking it under his tongue, grinning at the way you squirmed at the action. You were close, he could tell, and he couldn’t wait to lick you clean. 

Johnny Tuturro: The waves of the ocean hitting the beach weren’t loud enough to muffle your moans. You gripped the towel beneath you in your fists, back arched and mouth open as Johnny ate you out like you were his last meal on earth. Johnny had one hand on your breast, your biking top stretching under his large hand, and the other was on his dick, pumping it as he fucked you with his tongue. You twisted in his grip, his mouth was so wet and warm and perfect, it was all you could do to keep your screams contained, and he wasn’t helping. He wanted you to scream, it enhanced the quality of the taste. “Fuck,” he gasped out, pulling back from you with a wet pop of his mouth, “You taste so good, baby.” He didn’t wait for a reply, instead, he just buried his face between your thighs again, licking into you as you screamed, cumming directly into his waiting mouth. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel his smile against your skin. 

Rio: If there was one thing Rio had in spades: it was patience. He’d been teasing you for an hour now, his long, skilled fingers trailing up and down your warm skin, his mouth devouring you...He was eating you out now, the strokes of his tongue long and slow, making you shiver when he reached your clit. Rio leaned forward, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue against it. You jumped, and he chuckled, his arm flying out and pushing you back onto the bed. “Chill, ma,” he said, that low, deep voice making you swoon, “I ain’t done...” He licked into you again, and you moaned, a step away from begging. “Taste so good,” he drawled, his voice muffled, “Could eat you every day of the week and never get tired of it...” He pulled back, grinning at you. “That what you want, baby?” “I want you to fuck me,” you breathed out. He laughed, and you watched as that sinful tongue of his came out to lick his wet bottom lip. “Don’t worry, ma, I will...after I finish eatin’.”

Bonus Boy

EZ: There was something about eating you out in the middle of the night that EZ loved. He loved the taste of you, loved the way you still smelled of your body wash, loved the taste of it on your sweet, soft skin. You sighed, so sweetly, as he licked into you. He could do this all day. EZ’s hands were on your thighs, keeping them spread as he ate you out, his strength the only thing keeping you from potentially crushing his head between them. He licked at you carefully, little kitten licks, taking in the taste of you in small bursts, so happy to be able to make you feel good. So happy that you were his. The sun was coming up, and EZ could swear that he could taste the sunlight between your legs. You tasted like freedom, like security...you tasted like love. When you came, crying out as the morning rays filtered through the blinds, EZ opened his mouth and took it all, moaning in tandem with you at the sensation. He sat up, chin glistening, grinning down at you. “So,” he chuckled, taking your outstretched hand in his and kissing the back of it, “Best two out of three?”

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[skullrock]

the captain

pairing: Steve x Hagan!Reader

request: Can I please request a fluffy fic where Steve falls for Tommy H’s sister? She stops by Scoops Ahoy to buy ice cream and they go all “Oh, it’s been a long time since we last saw each other” kind of? I love your writing so much 🥺

word count: 1.8k

warnings: Steve being Big Idiot, mentions of T*mmy H*gan 

a/n: tommy’s party by peach pit intensifies in my head 

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“We’re out of sea-berry.”

Robin doesn’t look up from her book. “What?”

Steve grabs the empty container from the display case and nearly chucks it in her direction. “We - are out - of sea-berry.” He chucks it dramatically into the trash and throws his hat on the counter, then leans forward to rest his head in his hands.

“Steve, it’s just ice cream,” Robin says. “It’s not a big deal.”

“I am having a bad day.”

Robin’s brows knit together. “Because we’re out of sea-berry?”

“It’s not about the ice cream, Robin,” he says, lifting his head to glare at her. “It’s about working at a shitty minimum wage job with this stupid hat and my arms hurt from scooping stupid ice cream for stupid customers.”

Robin puts her book down and sighs, hopping off the counter. She claps Steve’s shoulder and he bristles at the feeling. “Hey, slinging ice cream isn’t stupid.”

“Oh?” he asks. “In this - in this costume?” Steve tugs at his shirt. “You don’t think this job is stupid?”

Robin winces. “Spoiled,” she mumbles, and leans against the back counter. “How’s the girl thing coming along?”

Steve sighs loudly, dramatically, and leans against the cooler, back to the seating area. “How do you think?”

“I haven’t kept track today, but knowing your record, not good.”

“I give up!” he cries out, throwing his hands up. “I give up. The - the - God or whatever - wants me to suffer. I am fruitless.” He stares at the ground and crosses his arms. “My dad’s trying to teach me a lesson on being responsible and the universe is trying to teach me a lesson on being - I don’t know.”

“Not an asshole?”

Steve winces now, eyes trained on his shoelaces. “Yeah, maybe.”

Robin sighs, feeling some pity for the boy in front of her. “Look, you only have a few more hours, okay? Just make it til then.”

Just make it til then. Steve can do that, he thinks.

And then you come into the store.

Steve does a double take, looking up from the to-do list he’s reading for the fiftieth time that day. His brows furrow and he goes a bit slack-jawed, shocked to see you. He hadn’t seen you in forever - since junior year, at least. He hadn’t even thought about you; Tommy and all things related had been forcefully eradicated from his mind. But he knows you from anywhere - knows the freckles and hair, knows your smile. Knows the laugh you share with a friend before you walk into the store, alone, playing with your wallet.

Steve continues to stare with his mouth agape as you approach, and you also do a double-take. You remember Steve - of course you remember Steve. He was all you thought about while Tommy was close with him. You’d begged your brother two things your whole life - to stop being a dick and to get Steve to go on a date with you.

Of course, he did neither.

But you’re grown up now, more confident and less desperate for a date. Still, despite the growth, you’re completely smitten. Steve’s even cuter now, has grown into himself. His hair, salon-highlighted, bounces as you both make eye contact. You remember the moles on his neck, his hands, his eyes - god, his eyes, warm and brown and always kind even when Steve wasn’t. And he was kind, to you, at least. You could always see past the bullshit facade. You knew who he was, deep down. You knew him as a quiet boy at the pool, the one who said please and thank you to your mother, the one who shoved Tommy when Tommy was mean to you. He always wanted to make you laugh, no matter what. You just felt comfortable with him.

You realize at this point that you’ve stopped walking and you blush as your feet begin to work again.

“Look who it is,” you say, smiling widely. “The one that got away.”

Steve smiles despite not understanding the joke. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi, Steve.”

“Been a long time,” he says, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah.” You smile sadly. “Tommy wouldn’t tell me what happened. I just knew I wasn’t going to see you anymore.”

Steve stiffens a bit at the mention of Tommy, but he shrugs a shoulder. “Well, you know -”

“I do know,” you say. “I wish I could lose Tommy and Carol.”

“I guess I got lucky, huh?”

“Yeah, guess you did,” you say, eyes trained on his. “And I got unlucky. I missed you.”

Steve perks up a bit, but his brows twitch together. “You missed me?”

“I - yeah,” you stutter, blushing. “Yeah. You were always cool and nice to me.”

Steve’s smile widens and he leans against the counter, clasping his hands together. “Yeah? Well, maybe I missed you, too.”

“Really?”

“You were fun,” he says, “and I think we connected because deep down, we both hated your brother.”

“And Carol.”

“And Carol,” he laughs. “God, remember when they made me have a pool party? And you and I went inside and played Monopoly for hours while they made out at the pool?”

You laugh, too. “Jesus Christ, your pool probably has mono.”

“Probably.”

You both stare at each other a little longer before you clear your throat. “So - ice cream? What do you recommend? I’ve never been here.”

“Lucky you,” he says, straightening. “Well, we’re out of sea-berry -”

Robin sighs behind him and he turns to glare at her, not enjoying the audience, but whips back around to you. “But we have other flavors.”

“Oh, boy,” you say, your smile starting to hurt your face. “Lay ‘em on me.”

Steve takes you through each flavor, dramatically reciting what they are and what the selling point is, handing you a small spoon for each one. You really don’t care to taste them all, but you care about talking to him - you care about your fingers brushing every time he hands you a sample, how his eyes light up when he laughs, how dorky he looks and sounds.

“We also have sundaes and stuff,” he says, “which I can also attempt to sell to you.”

“Do you make this much of an effort every time you make a sale?”

“No, just for you.”

You both blush but the smiles stay, and Robin is nearly gagging behind Steve because it’s frankly disgusting to watch straight people flirt.

“What do you usually get?” you ask. “I think I trust your judgement.”

“I don’t give this place my money,” he says, “but when I steal, I always get the USS Butterscotch.”

You wrinkle your nose. “What is it called?”

“Look, I didn’t name it!”

You laugh. “I bet you didn’t pick your uniforms, either.”

Steve snorts. “No way, I’d pick something much nicer -”

“What, like a pastel striped polo?” Robin quips from behind him.

Steve whips around again and opens his mouth to retaliate, but you say, “I think it looks good on you.”

He turns to look at you, head inclined as if to say yeah, right. “No, I look stupid.”

“No!” you protest. “It’s really nice. The color is nice on you.”

Steve can’t stop the blush that creeps onto his cheeks, and he rubs the back of his neck. “You think?”

“Yeah,” you say casually. “And it really shows off your arms and legs.”

At this point, Robin gets up and walks to the back, leaving you and Steve alone. Finally.

“What about my arms and legs needs shown off?” he asks.

You roll your eyes. “Like you don’t know.”

“Like I don’t know what?”

“That you’re cute.”

Had Steve been drinking, he would have done a spit-take.

“I mean - like - uh. Like - you’re - conventionally. Attractive,” you add, anxiety gripping your veins. “Like. You know.”

Steve smirks. “I don’t know.”

“Yes you do,” you say, leaning across the cooler to tug on his ascot. “You know you’re attractive. That was your one personality trait.”

Steve pouts. “Hey -”

“I’m kidding,” you say, pushing him a bit before leaning back to your side of the cooler. “I’d like a - whatever you said earlier.”

Steve whips his scooper out and twirls it in his hand before getting to work. You smile as you wait, watching him do everything very dramatically and with flair. He turns and produces the concoction to you, gesturing towards it theatrically before handing it to you.

“How much?” you ask, reaching for your wallet again.

“No way,” he says, crinkling his nose. “You’re not paying.”

Your shoulders drop and you frown. “Steve, come on -”

“It’s on me. I like to steal from this place.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Like Robin Hood.”

“Sure,” he says, not knowing who that is. “Like Robin Hood.”

“This better be good,” you say. “Because I’m not coming back if it sucks.”

“That’s too bad,” he pouts, leaning against the cooler. “I guess that means I’ll have to see you outside of work, then.”

You raise a brow and smile, grabbing the spoon in your dish. “Let’s see.”

You slowly take a bite. It’s actually pretty good, but you want to see Steve somewhere else.

“It sucks,” you say. “Worst thing I’ve ever had.”

“Damn,” Steve sighs. “I guess that means I’ll have to meet you at the movies tomorrow at eight?”

“I guess so,” you say, trying to suppress a smile. “What a bummer.”

Steve smiles fondly. “What a bummer.”

After a few moments of intense eye-contact, the bell at the counter rings, signifying Erica Sinclair’s entrance. Steve sighs and grits his teeth, looking back at you with a sympathetic smile. “I’m very glad you came in here.”

“Me too,” you smile. “Tomorrow? Eight? Movies.”

“Tomorrow, eight, movies,” he repeats, nodding, and you smile wider at how his hair bobs over his forehead as he does.

“Sailor Man!”

“Jesus,” Steve mumbles, sending you one last smile before going towards the register.

===

“That was so gross,” Robin scoffs. “You guys - ugh. For fifteen minutes!”

Steve smugly smiles at her. He walks towards her board and grabs her marker, dramatically drawing a ‘I’ on his side of the board. “I rule.”

“This time,” Robin says, unable to hide her smile. “This time, you rule.”

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[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

sub!Seungkwan where Y/N corrupts his innocent self and teach him how to fuck and eat pussy right **let Y/N leave some hickeys on his beautiful skin and light spanking on his beautiful ass too please oh what a blessing,, thank you

A blessing indeed 🤤. I'm sad there aren't a lot of sub!Seungkwan fics out there. I swear, this boy doesn't have a dominant bone in his body. Hope you lenjoy!

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!Seungkwan, fem!dom!reader, corruption kink, spanking, oral (m and f receiving).

So Innocent

This man was driving you insane. When you had taken the job offer as a make-up artist under Pledis Entertainment, you didn't think you would be assigned to perhaps the most perfect man the world has ever seen. The man who had been giving you so many problems by just sitting there was none other than Boo Seungkwan. How dare he look so attractive with his cute little cheeks, perfect smile, beautiful eyes, bubbly personality, and a laugh that sounded like it had descended from the heavens. What was worse was he didn't even know what he was doing to you. You were certain that he would be the death of you. 

     Of course being around him all the time naturally made you close friends, so even after work you would be texting all the time. The boys could tell when Seungkwan would text you because his face would turn a light pink and he wouldn't stop smiling. Obviously, being the great friends that they were, they had to tease him relentlessly for it. The teasing comments, while never said in front of you, were slowly getting to Seungkwan. The make-up artists started to notice how shy he would get whenever you had to lean in close to him. But no matter how embarrassed he was, he insisted that you were the only one who could do his make-up. It was a nightmare for the other make-up artists when you had a sick day. 

     The boys had to stay pretty late for a photo shoot so the camera man could get a good picture of them with the sunset. Seungkwan was the last to get his pictures taken, so most of the boys had already left or were getting ready to leave as Seungkwan was finally able to change into more comfortable clothes. He sat down in your make-up chair with a huff as the last make-up artist left, having to go home and check on her kids. You had decided that you would stay and clean up after you were finished with Seungkwan so she could go home. Even though he was tired, he still tensed up with wide eyes as you brought your face close to his and started to clean his face. You chuckled as you saw red slowly spread over his cheeks. You combed your fingers through his hair slightly to move it out of his face. He gently closed his eyes, nuzzled into your palm with a content noise that you couldn't quite pinpoint. You paused with surprise before he opened his eyes again as he realized what he did.

     "I-I'm sorry noona! I-I didn't mean-" you chuckled and put your finger to his lips before you cut him off.

     "It's alright Kwanie, it was kind of cute." His face turned a deeper shade of red as he hyper focused on your finger in front of his mouth. A part of you thought about how pretty he would look as he sucked on your fingers, moaning around them as he looked at you with lust filled eyes. You cleared your throat, pulling your finger away from his lips and continuing to remove his make-up. 

     As you finished cleaning off his face, you noticed how quiet he had become, face turning an even darker shade of red as he made eye contact with you. You chuckled quietly under your breath. God, why was he so damn cute. You smirked leaning back as you decided to tease him.

     "Why so quiet Kwanie?" He gulped as you leaned even closer to him. "Do I make you nervous?" His breathing picked up as he felt your breath fan over his lips, eyes shifting between your eyes and lips. You gave another quiet chuckle before backing up slightly, muttering a quiet 'cute'. You both seemed startled at the small whimper that fell past his lips, making his eyes widen as he covered his mouth with his hand. Your eyes darkened as he sputtered out apologies, eyes squeezed tightly shut as his blush travelled down his neck and over his chest. He suddenly opened his eyes with a quiet gasp as he felt your hands squeeze his thighs. 

     "Do it again." He shivered at the low tone of voice you used, looking into your dark eyes. 

     "I- w-what?" You pulled him to the edge of his seat by his thighs, burying your face into his neck. He let out a startled gasp which turned into a quiet whimper as you bit down on the skin behind his ear. You groaned, moving down to leave more marks on the skin of his neck as your hands massaged his thighs. More whimpers and whines fell past his lips as you moved down his neck. Once you reached the collar of his shirt, you moved back up to leave a trail of kisses on his jaw. Your hands moved from his thighs to underneath his shirt, softly brushing over the skin of his stomach.

     "O-oh fuck, (Y/N)." The way he moaned out your name made you growl and finally smash your lips against his. He let out a quiet gasp before closing his eyes and tangling his fingers in your hair, the other hand resting on your shoulder. You hooked his legs around your waist and grabbed the back of his thighs, making him let out a surprised squeak and cling to you tighter as you picked him up. You let out a giggle at his adorable reaction before setting him on the table. His grip on you loosened and he leaned back to look into your eyes, which held nothing but pure love for the boy in front of you. His face turned red as he looked away from your intense gaze.

     "Why are you looking at me like that?" He said with a chuckle, burying his face into your neck. You shook your head slightly, snapping you out of your love struck daze. You set your hands on his hips, leaving a light kiss on his cheek.

     "Nothing, you're just really cute. You know that, right?" You could feel his face heat up as you left a trail of kisses from his cheek to his jaw. Your thumbs rubbed circles onto the skin of his hips. "Have I ever told you how cute you look, Kwanie? You just look so perfect, and pure…" A loud whine left his lips as you trailed your hand down and dug your nails into his thighs, "it makes me want to taint you. Watch as you scream beneath me as I fuck you as hard as I can. I bet you'd sound so fucking pretty for me, wouldn't you?" Your words made him shutter with a whimper as he thrust his hips up into thin air. You glanced between his legs, chuckling at the prominent bulge that was already forming. "Look at you, already so hard and needy for me. I haven't even touched you yet, baby." He bit his bottom lip, muffling his whimper at the pet name. You raised your eyebrow with a smirk. "Oh? Do you like it when I call you baby, baby?" He let out a shaky breath as your hands drifted dangerously close to his crotch.

     "P-please." He mumbled out as he tilted his head back, exposing the red marks you had left on his neck.

     "Please what baby?"

     "Please touch me (Y/N). Please~!" He whined as he grinded his hips towards your hands, desperate for your touch. You groaned in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe as you began to palm him over his jeans. A shaky moan slipped past his lips as he furrowed his eyebrows, the pleasure of your hands finally on him flooding his senses. 

     "You sound so pretty when you beg for me baby. God, it makes me want to absolutely ruin you." A much louder moan escaped him as he thrusted into your palm, wanting more friction than you were giving him.

     "Y-yes! F-fuck- ruin me! I b-belong to you!" A powerful feeling of arousal shot through you at his words, making you bite your lip to muffle your moan. You squeezed his dick harshly, making him jump slightly with a whimper. Your eyes drifted to the mirror, looking at the couch on the other side of the room. You smirked and pulled away from him, making him whine and try to pull you back. You chuckled before pressing a light kiss to his lips. 

     "C'mere baby." You instructed, leading him to the couch. You stopped a few feet away and turned to look at him. "On your knees, and don't move until I say so." Seungkwan's face turned pink as he obediently moved to sit on his knees. You smiled at him, combing your fingers lightly through his hair. "Good boy." A shiver went down his spine and he bit his lip, making you smirk. You stood directly in front of the couch to remove your pants and underwear before sitting down and beckoning him over. His breath hitched in his throat before he crawled to kneel between your legs. You tangled your fingers in his hair, bringing him closer to your dripping core.

     "Look how wet I am for you baby." He whimpered bringing his hands up to grip your thighs. "Do you want a taste?" He licked his lips, staring up at you with big innocent eyes.

     "I-I've never really d-done this before…" Fuck. How was one man so goddamn cute?

     "It's alright baby, I can show you how alright?" You could feel the shaky breath he let out against your dripping core making a small shiver shoot down your spine. "Tongue out." His face turned a light shade of red as he shyly let his tongue hang out of his mouth, waiting obediently for your next instructions. You bit your lip as you pulled Seungkwan's face so his tongue was pressed against you exactly where you needed him. You felt the shaky whimper Seungkwan let out against your heat, making you shudder with a low moan. You started grinding your hips into his tongue, letting out small noises of pleasure to let him know how good you felt. His mind felt fuzzy as your juices covered his tongue, some even dripping down his chin. Seungkwan found himself hyper focused on the noises you were making, making mental notes when you would get louder or quieter. Soon enough, he squeezed your thighs, making you stop the movement of your hips to look at him quizzically. 

     Seungkwan drew in a nervous breath, eyes flicking up to meet yours before leaning forward to tentatively lick a stripe up your slit. A jolt of pleasure shot down your spine, making you tug at his hair as you let out a quiet groan. Pleased by your reaction, he did it again with a little more force. Your sounds of pleasure encouraged him as he continued, choosing to thrust his tongue into you after a minute or so. You let out a quiet gasp followed by a moan as he continuously thrusted his tongue into you, you nails digging into his scalp at the pleasure that coursed through you. He replaced his tongue with his fingers so he could move up to wrap his lips around your clit, licking and sucking at it mercilessly. A loud moan left your lips as your hand moved to the back of his head, pulling his face closer to your core as you came undone with a loud moan. He eagerly lapped up all of your juices, pulling back to catch his breath once he was done. 

     You took a minute to catch your breath as well, arousal shooting through you once you finally opened your eyes to look at Seungkwan. He was still kneeling between your legs (a sight that was already extremely hot) but his eyes were lidded as they stared into yours, his swollen, red lips shiney with your release as well as his chin. His grip on your thighs tightened as you looked at him with a predatory gaze, a shiver shooting down his spine and a light pink covering his cheeks. You kept eye contact for a minute or so before your voice cut through the silence.

     "Up." He only hesitated a second before standing up, making you raise your eyebrow in confusion before you lowered your gaze. Your gaze somehow darkened even more as you looked to his crotch, eyeing the dark stain on his jeans he was desperately trying to cover up, a stain that was way too big to just be precum. "Did- did you cum just from eating me out?" His face turned a darker shade of red as he looked to the floor. You leaned forward, grabbing his chin to make him look at you. "On one hand, that is incredibly hot, but…" he gulped as he saw a sadistic grin settle on your features, "...I don't remember giving you permission to cum, babyboy." He felt his cock twitch in his pants at the thought of what you would do to him. He let out a small yelp of surprise as you grabbed his wrist, yanking him toward you and laying him across your lap. 

     You quickly pulled his pants down, followed by his boxers soon after. Before he could question what was going on, a harsh slap resounded throughout the room as a sharp pain hit his ass. A small whimper escaped him as you rubbed the sore skin gently. He craned his neck to ask what you were doing, but after seeing the look in your eyes decided it would be better to keep his mouth shut. Another slap hit his other cheek making another whimper fill the room. 

     You only spanked him five times (seeing as he was still new to all of this), leaving his ass red as you massaged the skin. You felt slightly guilty as you heard his quiet sobs, gently pulling him up to straddle your lap. You were about to apologize, thinking you had taken it too far, until you saw his cock, red and throbbing against his stomach. You smirked, bringing his face closer to yours.

     "Now, you won't disobey me next time, will you?" He shook his head immediately.

     "N-no ma'am, I-I'm sorry." You smirked at his response. 

     "Good boy." He whimpered, squirming in your lap at the praise. A quiet moan escaped him as he felt your hand wrap around him. "Look at how hard you are for me baby. I think you might've enjoyed your punishment too much, didn't you?" He moaned louder as you jerked your hand once, shyly nodding in responce to your question. You leaned forward, pressing open mouthed kisses to the skin of his neck as you started to jerk your hand at a fast pace. 

     Seungkwan moaned loudly, gripping your shoulders tightly and tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck to you. You lightly squeezed his cock as you bit down on the unmarked flesh of his neck. His noises got louder and louder as you left more marks on his skin, trailing down to his chest once you had run out of room on his neck. He was bucking his hips up to meet your hand as you kept twisting and jerking your hand around his leaking cock.

     "O-oh god- 'm gonna cum! A-AH! Please let me c-cum, miss, p-please!" He whined while burying his face into the crook of your neck. He whined in slight annoyance and disappointment as you stopped the movement of your hand. "W-why'd you stop?" He pouted, trying to buck up into your hand again which made you pull away. He let out a small yelp of surprise as you flipped him over so he was on his back. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch as you left a trail of kisses down his stomach, moving to press kisses onto his inner thighs. He whimpered, throwing his head back as you bit into the flesh, leaving a dark mark once you had pulled away. You smirked up at him.

     "Oh? Is my baby sensitive?" He answered with a small whine as you left more love bites on both of his thighs. His jaw fell open in a silent moan as you licked a stripe up the underside of his dick. You gave the tip a gentle kiss before taking the whole thing in your mouth. A loud, high pitched moan left his lips at the warmth of your mouth on him. He tangled his fingers in your hair, not to push you down or anything but just so he could hold onto something. It didn't take long for him to feel his high coming yet again. Frequent whimpers and whines left his lips as he began to squirm around from the pleasure, making you grab his hips to keep him still. 

     "P-please please please let me c-cum! O-oh! I-I've been s-so - A-AH - s-so good for y-you! Ngh- please! W-wanna cum for you!" He pleaded, scared of you pulling away from him again. You chuckled at his desperation, the vibrations around his cock making him moan louder. You pulled away, immediately replacing your mouth with your hand. 

     "Go ahead baby." A mantra of 'thank you's left him as he finally let go, ropes of white covering his stomach. You slowed the pace of your hand, letting him ride out his high before pulling away. He was panting beneath you, hands laying limply on either side of his head as he caught his breath. You smiled softly at his flushed face, giving him a quick peck to the cheek before standing up to get a tissue to clean him up. Once you were done you crouched down so you were beside him, running your hand comfortingly through his hair.

     "Are you alright baby?" He turned to you with a soft smile, blushing once his eyes met yours.

     "Yeah, I'm fine." You smiled before pressing a light kiss to his lips. He let out a small yelp of surprise before kissing you back. He had a big, dorky smile on his face once you had pulled away, making you giggle. You stood up to grab your clothes, putting them on before finding all of his and tossing them to him. He muttered a quiet thank you before standing up to pull on his boxers. You smirked as you looked over all the marks you had left on him. He cleared his throat a little as he pulled on his pants before turning to look at you.

     "Soo… this isn't going to be a one time thing, is it?" You smiled at the light pink that dusted over the tips of his ears before walking toward him. He had pulled his shirt over his head by the time you had reached him, looking to the floor. You cupped his face in your hands, tilting his head up to look at you.

     "Of course not. I've liked you since forever, everyone knows this." His eyes widened before a look of confusion crossed his features.

     "Wait, you like me? Like, you would want to date me like me?" You chuckled before nodding your head. 

     "And I know you like me too, the boys aren't as subtle with their teasing as they think they are." His face flushed red as he groaned in embarrassment. You chuckled at his reaction before grabbing your keys and heading for the door. "C'mon, I'll drive you home."

Small Bonus

     "Uugh, this was a mistake." Seungkwan chuckled at your misery as you opened another bottle of foundation.

     "Hey, you did this to yourself." The make-up artist working on Wonwoo next to you chuckled before turning to you.

     "Forgot about the concert?" You huffed as you desperately tried to cover up the many marks that you had littered all over Seungkwan's neck the night before.

     "Yeah…" Seungkwan laughed at you again making you lightly glare at him. "Shut it before I just leave you like this." Seungkwan closed his mouth with a blush, not wanting to be marked up in front of Carats. Wonwoo laughed at your little quarrel as you continued to smother Seungkwan's neck in foundation.

     You had a feeling you were gonna be here for a while.

[satanscat999]

Maybe 80 or 100 with Diavolo if you'd want to 👉👈 ^__^ -⛈

Hi my darling ⛈, here is you’re request! Enjoy!

Prompt: 80: “how do you feel about two at once?” 100: “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

Warning: THIS IS SMUT! There is also buttplug use.

Devildom’s Future Queen

You walk through the halls of the castle, following Barbatos, wondering why Diavolo had called you to meet with him. You get to his office and walk in. He’s standing with his back to you, looking out the back window in the back of his office, “Thank you for coming, Y/n.” He turns around with a huge smile on his face, “There is something rather important I’d like to talk to you about today, though it’s more of a… Personal matter then a business matter.” You hear the door behind you close, signifying Barbatos’ exit. Diavolo walks around his desk and sits on it, still looking at you. You cock your head, a little wary of the look in his golden eyes, “Okay? What is it?” He beckons you towards him, “Well. As you know, I’m the future King of Devildom.” You nod, letting him know you’re following him so far, you start to pull away from the door and towards Diavolo, “And every King needs a Queen by his side.” You nod again, starting to put the pieces together. You reach him, his eyes watching your every move, “I follow you so far.” You say, still guarded. His smile widens, “I want you to be my Queen.” He says, matter of factly. You look at him wide eyed for a moment, “Excuse me?” His smile seems to turn slightly sinister and his eyes seem to start glowing darkly, “You are the perfect Queen for me. You have strong opinions but you know when to let them be known. You are beautiful inside and out. You like to have a good time.” He chuckles, “And from what those brothers say, you are very good in bed.” You shake your head, “Wait? Why me? I’m just some human.” He pulls you towards him, wrapping an arm around your waist and grabbing your chin with his other hand, making you look at him, your arms instinctively braces yourself against his broad chest, “You were never just some human to me, Y/n. I have watched you with those brothers. The way you handle them with ease, the way you look at each of them. I want that. I need that.” He catches your lips with his in a searing kiss. You tense for a moment, then relax into his arms and his kiss. He pulls back, “Though,” he makes sure you keep his gaze, “That does mean you will have to move to the castle, and away from those brothers.” Now you know that his facial features darken, even though the same smile is there. This is a side of him you have never seen before, his demonic side. You are drawn into his intense gaze, wanting to just say yes, “What about the brothers? What will happen to my relationships with them?” You ask, in a daze. He chuckles, knowing you are right where he wants you, “They will turn into professional relationships, none of the intimacy you have now.” His arm around you tightens, “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you. Ever. Again.” Before you can respond, he pulls you into another heated kiss. This time you relax into him instantly and wrap your arms around his neck, desperately wanting more. He smirks into the kiss, “Is that a yes?” He pulls back, releasing your chin, “I will need a verbal answer.” You nod, giving yourself time to catch your breath, “Yes. I will be your Queen.” His content hum rumbles through his chest, “That is exactly what I wanted to hear, Princess.” He stands up, towering over you. “Let me give you a sneak peek into what perks you get.” He sweeps you up in his arms, fastening his lips to yours.

Diavolo lays you down on his bed, kissing slowly down your neck. He starts to unbutton your jacket, “Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want me?” He pauses his descent for a moment, his gold eyes glowing with lust. You nod, caressing his cheek, “I know I want this and you.” You smile warmly at him, “I don’t think I’ve wanted something more.” That was all the encouragement he needs to rip your clothes off of you, leaving you completely bare before him. A deep blush washes over your cheeks as soon as he does this, “No need to be embarrassed, my dear. You are beautiful.” He sheds his clothes as well, you can’t keep your eyes off of his statuesque body and is very large, and hard, length. He chuckles, kneeling down where your legs hang over the edge of the bed, “You don’t need to worry about that either,” He opens your legs, exposing your wet core to the cold air and him, “I always make sure to prepare my partners properly.” He licks a long slow stripe up your core causing you to moan out. “That’s a good girl, now lay back and relax. Let me take care of you tonight.” His deep voice penetrates you and all you can do is obey. You lay your head back as he continues licking and sucking your clit. After a little bit, you feel him ease a finger into you. “Ahh, Dia.” You moan out. His hum vibrates through your entire body, never stopping. “More. I want more.” You run a hand through his soft hair. He chuckles, “You want more?” He pulls back, “Huh, well you aren’t quite ready, but I do have an idea. Would you like to try it?” You whine needily, “Anything, please.” He rubs his thumb over your clit as he grabs something from the bedside table next to you. “We’re going to take this very slow and easy, okay? And if it hurts too much please tell me and we can stop.” You nod as he stops and squirts something onto his hand. He starts rubbing your clit again and presses something small and cold against your asshole, you gasp. “Relax for me, princess. I promise it will hurt less if you do.” You try to relax, “Good girl.” He praises, the buttplug slipping past the tight ring of muscle and the temporary discomfort fades into hazy pleasure. He sticks two fingers back into your core and between that and the increase in speed on your clit, you feel your core start to coil. He adds a third digit, “Cum when you like tonight. This is about your enjoyment.” As he says that he flicks your bundle of nerves in just the right way and hits just the right spot inside that sends you crashing right over the edge with a yelp of pleasure and all over his hands. He pulls away, standing up, tasting your essence on his hands, “You taste better than I could have ever imagined.” He leans over you, capturing your lips with his again. He starts to grind against your folds, moaning at the minuscule amount of relief he finally gets after watching you come undone by his hands. He starts to slowly slide in to you both of you moan, “Fuck, princess. You feel so good.” His demon form folds out in front of your eyes, four large, gold dressed wings stretch out and two ombré horns grow out of his head. The light stretch that his dick causes as he ever so slowly pushes further feels perfect, and the buttplug adds just the right amount of pressure in just the right places. He bottoms out, both of you panting for a minute. He runs a hand through your hair, “How does both holes being filled at once feel?” He starts to move as he asks. You hiss in pleasure, “Good, it feels so good.” You close your eyes, already seeing stars. He starts kissing down your neck, one arm holding him above you and the other hand massaging your breast, adding to the pleasure. He starts to thrust faster, his wings shuttering with pleasure. He lifts your leg on his shoulder and somehow gets deeper inside of you, “AHH, DIAAAAA!” Both climaxes start to build rapidly. “Hold off….” You crash over the edge a second time, with Diavolo not far behind. His grunts mixed with your moans fill the room.

Both of you lay panting on the bed for a few moments. He pulls out of you and you can feel your mixed liquids spill out of you. “I’m going to pull the plug out now.” He whispers. You nod, still not able to use your voice. He removes it carefully, setting it aside. He kisses your forehead, pulling you into his arms, “We can bathe later. For now we should rest.” You take a deep breath, taking in his scent, “That sounds good.” He smiles, shifting so both of you are now under the covers, “Sleep my love, a bath will be ready for us for when we’re ready.” You curl up next to his large frame and fall into a blissful sleep.

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

BITCH YOU’RE BASICALLY AT 300 FOLLOWERS! SO GIMME PART 2 TO THAT PHILLIP ALTMAN BLURB YOU WROTE FOR ME YOU BEAUTIFUL BITCH!💖💖💖💖💖

A/N: BITCH I AM SO SORRY IT HAS TAKEN ME THIS LONG TO PUT THIS OUT. I HOPE YOUR WHORE ASS LOVES IT @historyandfandoms50

Warnings: obscene amounts of marital bliss and fluff, pussy eating, mentions of a blow job, domestic love, appliance fucking (if that’s even a thing), large amounts of smut, slight degrading language (only once or twice), nipple play, slight pain play

(Present time)

“Holy fuuu-cccc-kkiinggg shittttt, honey!” Crying out on top of the brand new washer and dryer combo you and Phillip just had delivered not even an hour ago. 

“Yeah babe?” he thrust his twitching cock into your squelching pussy, “you like it when I fuck you on our new shit?” 

You let out a sinful moan as the warmth from the heated dry cycle added to your already overstimulated senses, “God yes Phil, honey, I love it when you fuck me on things!” 

(A few hours earlier)

It was a lazy Sunday morning, you both had woken up the average way, Phillip nose deep in your wet pussy, licking kitten stripes to disturb your dreams. It was his favorite meal of the day, as he called it, tasting your wetness built up from the almost eight hours since he’d fucked you the night before. His cock weeping at its head from the no contact for that long as well. He got his fill as you unraveled around him within minutes of his assault on your throbbing hole, looking up at your blissed-out face. His goatee and mustache glazed like a donut, licking your sweet juices from it like a salve. 

After a well-placed blowjob to rid him of his morning wood, you both had fully gotten out of bed and went along with your day. He made a pot of coffee downstairs, while you showered and did your Sunday self-care routine. Slipping on your favorite leggings and t-shirt combo, you gathered all the dirty clothes from the week, placing them in the hamper after they had been sorted. You both were excited to finally have a washer and dryer in your house instead of dragging your clothes to the dry cleaners. The delivery would be here any minute and you wanted your laundry to be ready the second it was hooked up. You made the bed, fluffed the pillows, and headed downstairs with the hampers to drop them off in the mudroom before heading to the kitchen. 

Upon descending the flight, the smell of fresh brewed coffee and omelets filled the air, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Your husband despite all of the behaviors he exhibited outside your shared home, had the best domestic side to him. He cooked, cleaned, and took care of you every second he could do so. He doted on you every chance he got to, bringing home your favorite flowers, bottles of expensive wines, exquisite lingerie, and sweets when he found your favorite vices. You were spoiled rotten by him, and of course, you treated him the same way. The love you both had for each other exceeded any kind of love you had been familiar with in the past. He was by all accounts the perfect match for you and you, to him, were his whole world and nothing more. Friends and family even saw the affections when you were around him, and they made every single point to be supportive and sometimes jealous at the sappy love you two had shared. 

You and he didn’t want to have it any other way though. He was your best friend by all accounts, and you would be satisfied if he was the only person you interacted with for the rest of your life. 

You walked into the kitchen after dropping loads of laundry off by the space for the new appliances and grabbed a cup out of the cabinet. 

“Hey babe,” he turned around, shirtless and in joggers, sipping some coffee himself, and turning an omelet over in a pan on the cooktop. 

You walked over after filling your cup and ran a hand up his enormous back, caressing the moles and freckles spotted all over the expanse of it, “hi honey,” you sang while lifting yourself on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He moved his face upon feeling your soft touch and wrapped his arm around to kiss you properly, only breaking when the eggs started to bubble. 

“Breakfast is ready, and I got a text that the truck will be here any second with the set,” he smiled into your puckered lips again, causing you to moan out in excitement. 

“Can’t wait,” you whispered, moving your hands to wrap around his thick middle, gripping the skin a little tighter than previous. 

“Oh babe,” he cooed, “is my little wife still not over what happened this morning?” he teased putting the spatula down and flipping the stovetop off bringing his large hands to grip your ass cheeks. 

“I just love you, so much honey,” you smiled running your hands up to his chest, leaving light nail marks on his tits. 

“I. Love. You. Too. Babe.” he punctuated on every kiss he left around your lips, cupping your heat in his palm. Just as things were about to get steamy, the doorbell chimed. 

(Just before the MAGIC)

“Thanks, guys!” Phillip waved off the installers while you immediately filled your new machine with the dirty darks you’d been saving. 

Flipping the unit on, you watched the majesty of your very own washer working to clean your garments, almost bawling at the thought of never seeing a coin-op machine again. 

“You like it, babe?” Phillip stood in the doorway of the laundry room, leaning to one side of it, admiring your curves as you bent down to grab the other hamper with the whites in it, easing up and setting it on the bench next to the dryer. 

Turning around glassy-eyed, you jumped into your handsome husband’s arms, “h-holy shit, Y/N!” 

“I love them, honey,” you almost sobbed into his naked neck, as he tightened his grip on your waist, causing your legs to choke his middle. 

“I’m so glad babe,” he pet your damp hair, moving it out of the way so he could pepper your perfect neck with kisses. 

His soft lips sent a shiver down your spine, causing a whimper to spill out of your mouth. He took that as a sign and began sucking perfect welts along the length of it, the colors growing darker and darker the more he trailed downward. 

“God I love it when you whine like that,” he growled into your ear, biting the delicate flesh, causing you to look up from your hiding spot. You enveloped his swollen lips in a searing kiss, his hands gripping your ass once again as your arms fell behind his head, tangling your digits in his hair. 

He moved to set you on top of the new dryer, letting go of your cheeks and moving up to your perky tits hidden behind your t-shirt. You had forgone a bra for the day, so the access was simple. He snuck his large hands around each tit, twisting your nipples in his rough fingers, causing you to cry out again. 

“Fuck, Phil,” you gasped as he pinched your hardening buds, “I need you, honey.” 

“Oh ya?” he smirked, kissing your clothed tits, taking in your scent, “you need me to do what baby?” 

He twisted them again, this time with a little more fervor, “O-oh fuck-k!” you wailed out. 

“Use your words honey, or I’ll leave you alone,” he taunted at your pained face pleading for him. 

“I-I need y-you to fuck m-me,” you said with tears streaming down your face. 

He hushed you, rubbing the wetness away, coming in between your legs to rub his hardened cock on your clothed pussy. 

“Take your pants off love, or I’ll rip them off,” as he turned the dial on the dryer, to a cycle. 

You squirmed your leggings off, baring your nude and throbbing cunt to his eager eyes, “so wet for me, baby,” licking his lips as he turned the machine on. 

The vibrations from the dryer sending shockwaves through your aching clit, you set yourself back on your elbows, exposing more of your mound to your husband’s eyes. He pulled his pants down, palming his angry cock and lining it up with your entrance. 

He grabbed both sides of your hips, sinking his dick into your wetness, the both of you collectively moaning in complete pleasure. He held himself still, admiring your writhing around from his dick pulsing inside you and the vibration from the dryer underneath. You looked utterly delicious, and his hunger to make you come spurred him into a frenzied series of animalistic thrusts. 

(Back to present time)

Balls slapping up against your little asshole, your elbows propped burning from the sensation of rubbing against the top of the dryer, you scooted yourself forward removing your top as he adjusted his angle to fit your needs. Your bouncing tits at his eye level, he took one in his mouth sucking as hard as he could. Your hands weaving into his head in a death grip as he mercilessly fucked you for all he had. 

“G-god baby,” he stammered, “I’m s-so f-fucking c-close.” 

“Fuck-k b-babe,” you moaned out over the many noises, “s-so am I.” 

His hand moved from your tit to your aching clit, rubbing his thumb in tight circles over it. Your pussy tightening around his cock as he sent you into a blissful orgasm. 

“Jesus fuckin’ C-Christ honey,” you cried out, milking your sweet nectar on his pulsing cock. He thrust in and out a few more times, the overstimulation from your hole throbbing around his member sending him into his release too. 

“God, babe,” he growled out coating your insides with his seed, “You are so fuckin’... beautiful,” he whined out on the final release of his remaining spend. 

Just then, the dryer alarm rang, signaling the end of the cycle he’d set. You both looked up connected still and looking utterly fucked, and laughed out loud. 

“Well,” you patted his back, “at least now we know how long we have until the dry cycle is over!” 

He chuckled, helping you down from the machine, and handing you your leggings, “indeed we do honey.” 

He swatted your bare ass bent over looping your feet through the legholes, to which you stood at attention and smacked his bare chest. He put his hands in the air if he hadn’t touched you ever, and you rushed into his body in a bear hug, or a ‘baby bear hug’ as he liked to call it. 

“I love you,” you kissed into his little tuft of hair on his sternum. 

“I love you most,” he snaked his arms around you, kissing your head and rubbing your back. You both left the mudroom, changing the laundry as the day went by. 

Now, the new tradition you had both agreed on was every new big thing bought for the house had to be ‘christened’, making buying things a little more fun in the future. 

You fell asleep that night curled up in Phillip’s embrace, stroking his every feature on his sweet face as he was lulled off by your presence. All you could do was smile and think about which shiny new thing you all were desperate for next. You’d ponder it more when you didn’t feel so tired from gazing at your sleeping husband. The last thing you saw was his precious freckles fade into your memories as you drifted off. 

_____________

PHILLIP FUCKING US ON ANYTHING IS HOT AS FUCK LIKE NO CAP. I REALLY HOPE THIS TICKLED YOUR PICKLE BABE. 

🖤,

ray-nal-beads 

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Coach Bowden

Chapter Six: The Gala

Featuring retired football coach, Bobby Bowden

Back in 2018, I attended the 81st Annual Maxwell Football Club Awards Gala. It wasn't something I usually go to, but Bobby Bowden was the winner of the 29th Annual Francis "Reds" Bagnell Award which was presented there. So I went on pure lust. I arrived late, but it meant I entered the Gala in full swing. I finally came across coach Bowden and he was clearly flustered to see me. He was dressed in a tan suit, sweater vest, a white shirt with no tie and a nice pair of tasseled loafers. Time had been kind to the man as he was still as handsome as ever (at least in my eyes). I greeting him with a smile as he lean in, whispering into my ear, "What are you doing here?"

"Just here to congratulate you." I said.

As he greeted and thanked the next person, I watched him work the crowd. With his genteel charm, quick wit and Southern drawl, mixed with a friendly and outgoing personality pleased the masses. After a while, I lost sight of him. I searched the crowd, hoping he hadn't left the party early, but I ran into a guy who saw him leave. Knowing where he was staying and the wife wasn't with him, I decided to take a chance.

I nervously stared at his room door before knocking.

“Who is it?!” The old man demanded.

I didn’t answer.

"Dadgum, It's you! Are you crazy coming here?”

“C'mon. Please, let me in. Please!?" I pleaded.

“Just go away. I don’t want to see you.” He said, but his voice was more pleading than demanding.

“Let me in. I got to see you. Please let me in.” I found myself saying in a soft, desperate voice, “Please, I've got to see you.”

I didn’t expect him to open the door, but he did and I quickly stepped inside. There he was, coaching legend Bobby Bowden, still dressed in the same clothes he wore earlier. We looked at each other in silence for a long moment.

“You ruined me, dadgum it. You made me queer for you.” He said with his voice rising in anger.

"Since that day, when I’m laying in bed with my wife, I keep remembering what you were doing to me and..." I interrupted him by kissing him hard on the mouth with a little tongue thrown in. I was hot and raring to go and standing next to him was quite intoxicating to me.

Bobby pulled back, seemingly shocked by my actions and replied "What are you thinking?"

I responded by putting my arms around him and burying my face in his neck. He gasped, and said "This... this isn't right."

"Relax coach, come over to the bed and just relax." I said and he did just that. He was puzzled, but fascinated and tentatively willing to find out just what I was up to.

There we sat with my arms around him taking in all of the sensations bombarding my senses. The smell of his cologne-scented skin, the soft yet firm feel of his warm body, the soft wool of the suit he was wearing and his growing hard-on tenting his pants. It was all too much and a dream come true at the same time. We sat like this for a while and he was beginning to loosen up with me every so often, kissing him passionately. He then looked at me and said "Where do we go from here?"

"That's up to you, why don't we start with the here and now?" I said before kissing him hard and placing his hand on my erection.

I quickly knelt before him, placing my hands gently on his upper legs and savored the feel of this beautiful man. Finally, unable to take it anymore, I reached for the bulge in his pants and he gasped in pure pleasure. I ran my hand over the bulge once more before I unfastened his pants, unbuttoned the bottom buttons of his shirt exposing his belly, then reached into his boxers and extracted my prize. His cock.

By now, it started to get hard and stand straight up-a good, thick 7 inches with a nice mushroom head. And those big hairy balls dangled down between his legs and rested on the bed and the smell of his sweaty crotch was fucking intoxicating.

I looked at him with eyes filled with love, lust and longing, while running my hands up and down the shaft of his cock, teasing the head with my thumbs. Bobby moaned and shivered. I finally could take no more, darted forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth, tasting the precum that was collecting there. I then went down and deepthroated him, making him moan again with more intensity. I went down on him with everything I had, sucking as though my life depended on it.

"So... gooood..." Bobby moaned.

I released his cock from my mouth with a gasp and I jerked him off so I could catch my breath. I was feeling real slutty, so I looked at him and asked, "Do you like having your cock in my mouth?"

He nodded as he breathed heavily. I continued, "Well, you might get a whole lot more than my pretty mouth on your cock." I said as I licked and kissed his balls. He answered with a breathless, "Yes please..."

With that we finished undressing and fell on the bed in a heap, kissing one another as though our lives depended on it. During our embrace I repositioned him on top of me, straddling my head. Then I closed my lips around the old man’s dick. He started moaning as I tongued and sucked his cock. His moans were music to my ears and I hated to stop sucking him, but when I felt the old man tense up, I knew that I must or he would shoot off. Although I abandoned his dick, I didn’t stop giving him pleasure.

Sucking his big beautiful balls was all I could think of. I pulled them hard with my mouth. His balls hung so low that I could almost swallow them and I loved it! While I worked his balls I slowly jacked his cock. In its hard state it was around 7" long. The thickness was about average. Bobby moaned in pleasure as I tortured his nuts. Even though I loved sucking those balls, I wanted to progress to something more tasty. My tongue then traveled to his ass. I licked the cheeks softly. I then split them and attacked his sweet hole.

Then as he began to wiggle in delight, I started licking his asshole. It was tight, but after a few licks of the entrance, I darted my tongue deep inside of him. Bobby's moans changed quickly to whimpers of passion. The deeper I entered him the more he pushed down on my face. Just before I was about to suffocate he stood up.

“Oh, God! That was wonderful.” The old man said when I stopped.

He then surprisingly reciprocated, going down on my cock like a kid with a lollipop. He made a great effort for his first cock. I guess he'd had a few blow jobs in his time before the one I gave him. I enjoyed watching him on his knees sucking me off. This was enough to make me cum almost immediately. I unleashed a gush of cum that choked Bobby at first as he was surprised at the amount of juice I could shoot. The result was a nice long white stripe of cum on the coach's jaw.

Noting my still-strong erection, he then asked me if there was anything else he could do for me. I looked at him with raging lust and told him I wanted to fuck him.

"Roll over on your stomach."

I was never hornier than I was at that time, seeing this man lying on his stomach, bare-assed with nothing else on but his argyle socks. I reached for the lube I kept in case such an occasion should arise and lubed my cock. I nibbled lightly on Bobby's ear, kissed his neck and massaged his shoulders to get him to relax. Then I started lubing his hole, putting first one finger and then two in him as he moaned and shuddered. The time had arrived. I pressed my cock against his hole and slowly pushed in. Jesus Christ he was tight! He gasped and asked me to take it slow. I obliged, giving him time to get used to me before proceeding further. Finally, after some time I was balls deep in Bobby's ass.

I then began to warm him up with some slow thrusts and he elicited sounds of pleasure. I was ecstatic. Every time I entered I would penetrate him deeper.

"Yes, yes, yes!" He cried. I could tell that he was enjoying it.

After several different positions I had him how I preferred to fuck, lying on his back with his legs in the air. I was pounding his ass like he must have pounded his wife's pussy when I hit the right spot. Suddenly he was moaning in delight as his cock came back to life. I fucked his sweet, tight ass for a good twenty minutes in this position. At times I would fuck him fast and furiously. Other times I would go slow and make him beg for cock. And the whole time I boned him, his cock stood up hard. Watching it bounce every time I thrust into him was a real turn on.

I was getting close and I knew from the look on his face that he was getting close himself. I doubled my effort and fucked faster and faster into Bobby's wonderful ass.

"Oh my God, oh my God! Ooohh!" He cried out, grabbing the bed sheets as his cock spewed cum all over his chest and stomach. His body convulsed with each spurt as he emptied out his seed onto his body.

The contraction of his ass on my pistoning dick while he went through his orgasm brought my own nut. I made one final, hard lunge into his ass and exploded deep into this married man’s guts.

Another Bowden conquered and another notch on my bedpost.

[welcometothemxdhouse]

OFFICE CALLS

Hi this is my application to Chilton stan tumblr. I spend so much time reading @prurientpuddlejumper ‘s fics i thought it was maybe about time i tried to write my own. I hope it’s not too bad lmao.

I think tumblr ruined the format oh boy anyways

Warnings: smut

You were sat on the worn, brown couch of the staff room with your colleagues desperately hoping that your day would be over soon. Working at the hospital was hard work but you were lucky to have made good friends in the people you spend your days with. Unfortunately, the one topic you disagreed on was the current discussion taking place. Your co-workers sat around the room talking about your boss, Doctor Frederick Chilton. You saw no reason to dislike him (in fact you’d rarely spoken to the man) and you believed his arrogant, uptight appearance to be a facade. You were apparently the only one who thought so.

“He’s just so annoying”

“He acts so prim and proper yet he can’t even control his own hospital”

“I would be surprised if he’d ever even touched a woman nevermind dated anyone”

You continued to sit in silence and listen. You wondered if Doctor Chilton could hear what they were saying. There were enough cameras around the hospital to hear every whisper so you assumed the answer was probably yes. Something about your conclusion struck a cord in your chest-did he really deserve the shit he got?

A few minutes later lunch was over and you all rushed back to work.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Y/N, i would like to see you in my office.”

You looked up from your food, today’s lunch conversation involved one of the inmates at the hospital and you were grateful for the change from yesterday.

Your colleagues whistled like school children and teased you about being in trouble as you stood up from your seat and walked towards your boss who stood stoic in the doorway.

“Is everything okay, Doctor?” You asked as you walked alongside him towards his office.

His reply of a simple hum did nothing to calm your nerves. Was there a problem with your work, your pay? Were you being fired? You felt a knot form in your stomach as you contemplated the possibilities.

Doctor Chilton pushed open the door to his office and you realised you had not been in this part of the hospital since your interview 6 months ago. His office was grand and lined with books. However, you noted, there was nothing personal about the room. Nothing that portrayed an ounce of the man behind the “Doctor” mask.

“Sit” he grumbled at you, pointing at the chair in front of you, before taking his own place on the other side of the dark wooden desk. After a long silence he spoke again;

“Are you happy with your job here, Y/N?”

You looked up, clearly not hiding your confusion particularly well as your boss tilted his head and cocked an eyebrow at you impatiently.

“Yes sir”

“Do you believe you will continue to work here?”

“For now, sir, at least”

Your curiosity was at its peak now. Your elusive, mysterious boss whom you’d seen only twice had taken you away from your lunch break out of concern for your happiness? Your eyes locked onto his hard gaze for a split second and an unwanted pulse spread through your core. This was the first time you had spent any time with Doctor Chilton and it was providing you with the opportunity to notice how attractive he was. An image flashed across your mind and a blush rose on your cheeks as you forced yourself back into the room.

“Y/N are you listening?”

“Yes, sir, sorry” you stammered.

Doctor Chilton stood and you watched his slender fingers wrap around the head of his cane. He walked around the desk and perched lightly in front of you, leaning forward slightly.

“I don’t believe you”

He was close enough for his smell to surround you. His thick, expensive cologne filled your nose and you instinctively took a deep breath. Lifting yourself to sit straight in your chair and tilting your head back to look at him you regained something akin to confidence and stated;

“I was listening, sir”

This time it was Frederick’s turn to blush. Your little nickname was having an effect on him which he was desperately attempting to suppress. Not well enough. You noticed the burning in his cheeks and as your eyeline began to drop towards your feet you spotted the rapidly growing tightness in his designer trousers and your breath hitched. You glanced up and caught Frederick’s chin in your hand as he leaned forward to kiss you;

“Can i?” He whispered. His sudden nervousness was adorable.

You push forward and press your lips to his. He tasted like coffee and you revelled in it as you lightly bit his bottom lip, causing him to gasp and allowing your tongue to explore his mouth.

After a few minutes of making out you were starting to get impatient, the dampness in your underwear increasing by the second. Your hand wandered down his neck and chest, eventually landing over his crotch and squeezing. A small whimper escaped Frederick’s lips and holy fuck it was hot. You decided in that second it was the only sound you ever wanted to hear for the rest of your life. You massaged him for a few more seconds before reluctantly pulling away from his lips and dropping to your knees. With trembling fingers you pulled down his zipper and freed his straining erection. He was big, bigger than you’d ever taken before and in that moment all you wanted was for him to bend you over his desk and take you with everything he had. You placed a gentle kiss to the leaking tip and licked your lips, tasting the salty precum that had gathered there.

“Please...fuck please” Frederick muttered, his head was thrown back and his hands gripped the table so hard his knuckles had turned white. It was obvious he didn’t do this very often.

You licked a stripe along the bottom of his dick before wrapping your lips around him and taking him as far as you could, your hand pumping the part your throat couldn’t handle. He groaned above you and wrapped a hand in your hair to push you further down, guiding your movements as you bobbed your head. You brought your other hand up to grasp his balls and before he could even vocalise a warning Frederick cried out a guttural moan and you felt his hot release slide down your throat. The shock made you gag and you tried desperately to swallow every drop.

“Shit i’m so sorry i’m...” he paused as he watched you come off his dick with a pop and lick your lips, cleaning up any mess that had escaped your mouth. You stood up and placed a delicate kiss on his swollen lips.

“You have nothing to apologise for” you replied as your straightened out your uniform. You smiled up at him as you headed towards the door.

“Will you be needing to speak to me tomorrow too, sir?”