#but also him pinching your chin and making you swallow his spit

[kamaluhkhan]

hi there! i have a request for loser!luke where reader shows him where to put his hands on her and he's really eager to learn x

i completely understand if you don't write this since i'm sure there are many more requests, also could i be anon please!!

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader (afab) a/n: sorry this took forever but please enjoy !!  also - this request came in before i started participating in fics for gaza; please click here to find out more about this initiative and how to participate/contribute word count: 795

MDNI !

“ugh, i told drew to clean up her shit,” you scoff, tossing away your half-sister’s used makeup wipes. “looks like the athena cabin is winning this time. 8.5/10?” 

you look at luke for his input, but it’s no use. all luke has been good for this afternoon is whining, instead of helping you with this round of cabin inspections. 

“katie loves roses.” luke stops to smell the bouquet that one of your siblings had next to their bunk. 

“everyone loves roses,” you reply as you scribble down a score on your clipboard. 

“but roses were her favorite.” luke pouts. he drops down onto your perfectly made bed, rumpling the sheets underneath him. “i hear what everyone is saying around camp, you know: about how katie gardener realized she was too good for me so she finally dumped me.” 

you bite back a wince. you might have contributed to the gossip surrounding their breakup.

you sigh and take a seat next to luke, deciding it’s time to try and make him feel better. 

“okay, castellan — enough moping. tell me what happened.”

“no.”

“luke. stop being a baby, i’m here to help.”

“it’s embarrassing.”

“well, you’re kinda embarrassing yourself already, with the whole love sick puppy act,” you point out, poking his thigh. luke swats your hand away. 

“it’s really embarrassing, though.”

“oh, please; i’ve heard it all. you’d be surprised how many people confess to the head counselor of the aphrodite cabin; i mean, i am my mother’s favorite, but still —”

“katie broke up with me because i couldn’t get her off,” luke suddenly blurts. 

there’s a moment of silence, and then you can’t help it — you burst out laughing. 

“hey!” luke exclaims. “you said you were here to help. i knew it was embarrassing!” 

“sorry, sorry.” you swallow your smile. “it’s just — did you not realize that she was faking it?” 

“obviously not!” luke groans, his cheeks a vibrant red. “she was very convincing.”

you almost admire katie — knowing that she’s worth more than a guy she has to fake orgasms for — but you remind yourself that you’re here to comfort luke. 

luke falls back onto the bed, hands covering his face. 

“i wouldn’t be too hard on yourself — it’s actually really common for women to fake orgasms. mostly because men have no idea what to do.”

“because sex is impossible,” luke groans.

“it’s not, actually. think of it this way — how’d you get to be the best swordsman at camp?”

“...through training and lots of practice.”

you nod once. “exactly. sex is the same: you need to learn what your partner wants and what makes them feel good.”

“then i’ll be the best?”

you roll your eyes. “then you’ll be the best, and katie gardner will be sorry that she ever dumped you.” 

luke doesn’t say anything, so you figure it’s time to get back to your senior counselor duties. you collect your clipboard and start getting up.

“wait.” luke grabs your wrist before you can move any further. “would you be open to….training with me?”

you hesitate, but you can’t deny that you’re intrigued by the offer. “look, castellan, you’re fragile now from the breakup and clearly not in your right mind —”

“i want to learn,” luke insists. 

and that’s how you find yourself, legs spread wide with your back pressed against luke’s bare chest. you suck on two of his fingers as you guide his other hand to your breast, prompting him to pinch your nipple. 

his chin is hooked over your shoulder, watching intently as you now bring his spit-soaked fingers down and plunge them into your pussy.

“this is a good start,” you praise. your own fingers scrape through his curls as you encourage him to go faster, harder. “now, if you really wanna make someone cum....”

you move his thumb to your clit.

“like this?” luke asks, his voice low. you throw your head back in pleasure when he presses down and starts rubbing in tight circles. luke becomes more confident after that. he curls his fingers inside you, and brushes the spot that always makes you unravel. 

per your instructions, luke keeps plunging his fingers into you as you ride out your high. once you come down, he pulls out and sucks off your juices off.

“tastes real,” he hums; you nudge his side. “what! am i wrong?”

you shake your head, and luke responds with a triumphant grin. 

“i’d say that was a good first lesson.”

“you’re already my star student,” you praise. you turn around so you can straddle him properly, kiss him and lick up any remnants of you on his lips. he moans underneath you when you rub yourself on his hardened length. “but, you still have a lot to learn.”

[lovebugism]

chest and shivering with Stevie?🥹 for the blurb sleepover

18+ (ish)

“Missed you,” Steve pants desperately against your mouth. He tries to kiss you through each of his murmured sweet nothings, but it’s hardly more than a feverish clashing of lips and tongue and teeth. 

You touch each other with all the desperation of two kept-apart lovers — a couple of languishing sweethearts who can only meet in the backseat of his car when the moon is out.

“It’s only been a day,” you’d smiled against his mouth when you first crawled into the back of his Beemer. You’d said it like twenty-four hours wasn’t a death sentence when it’s spent away from you.

“Tell me about it,” he’d muttered back, kissing you while you told him about your dad.

Steve wants to swallow you whole and tell you he loves you at the same time. He grieves the fact that he can’t do both.

His lips smack when they part from your neck. The wet sound is much louder in the quiet of his car, filled with nothing but heavy breaths and longing sighs. When he tugs at the bottom of your shirt, you abide him without thinking twice.

You barely have time to pull the fabric up and over your head when you feel more wet kisses press along your warmed skin. 

The plush of Steve’s lips dot themselves across the supple skin of your chest, leaving small traces of spit that cools and leaves goosebumps that make you shiver. 

“I missed these, too,” he mumbles against your left breast, just before scraping his teeth along the top of it. His hand rises from your hips to clutch at the right one. His fingers grasp your sensitive skin over the lace bralette you wear.

You laugh. “Sometimes, I think you only miss my boobs.”

Steve Harrington, at his core, was a boob guy. 

It didn’t take you very long to realize it, either. 

He gravitated toward your chest in ways that were both sinful and innocent — digging his teeth into your nipple while he fucked you raw and lying his head against your right breast to match his heartbeat with your own right after.

“You know that’s not true,” he retorts when his lips part from you again. His chin tilts as he leans his head back against the seat. Your absentminded hands cradle his soft stubbled jaw. His own squeeze your hips, pushing your lap further into his own. 

A lopsided smile pulls at his mouth. “You know I love all of you…”

You did.

Because, yes, Steve was a boob guy, but when it came to you? He was an everything guy.

He loved your ass, especially how it paired so nicely with the plush of your thighs and how much you liked when he held and hit you there. He loved your chest too, of course — and your hips and your stomach — so beautiful and so sensitive to his fleeting touches.

He loved your neck, kissing it mostly because he liked to feel your heartbeat against his lips.

He loved your mouth, too, the way it smiled for him when he made you feel good and the way it made him feel good in return. 

He loved your eyes also because he’d be an idiot not to with the way you looked at him. They twinkle and squint at the edges when you laugh. They glaze over and get heavy when you come.

Steve couldn’t pick a favorite part of you if he tried. 

It’d be a disservice to all the rest of you that he loved so much.

“You’re such a sap,” you tease, shaking your head and leaning closer to him so that he might pour some more of that sweetness into your mouth.

Already drunk and kissbitten, his lips part obediently for you. You swipe your tongue between them, then kiss and tug at his bottom one. He exhales a heavy sigh against you.

“Not my fault you’re so damn pretty,” he practically slurs.

You grin all giddy like a schoolgirl. “Steve Harrington thinks I’m pretty,” you repeat, mostly joking, but feeling like you’re still sort of dreaming. Girls like you don’t get guys like him. 

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, still smiling as you bite softly down on it, pinching yourself to check if you’re dreaming or not.

“He thinks you’re perfect, actually,” the boy corrects. He leans slightly forward to latch his spit-slick lips to your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there before traveling down down down. 

Steve smears sloppy kisses along your chest and sternum. His wide palms splay along your bare ribs, coercing you to lean further backward so he can continue his journey down your body.

One hand entwines in his cinnamon-speckled locks while the other reaches behind you and rests on his knee — keeping you from tumbling into the floor of his backseat. You giggle breathlessly as the boy presses desperate kisses to your torso. He barely makes it past your ribcage before the position prevents him from going any further.

He sighs and leans his forehead against your chest. “God, I gotta fuck you in a bed, babe,” he murmurs so softly against you that you barely hear it.

You smile, to yourself mostly because he’s not looking at you to see it. You press your lips to the crown of his head — kissing him, then idling there. “My dad would kill me. You know that.”

“Yeah. I do,” he huffs. 

You’re immediately cold when he parts from you. His honey eyes look much sadder than they’d before. They glimmer with adoration and moonlight as he peers up at you. 

“My parents picked a hell of a week to come back home, huh? Right when you finally get a break from school to visit…”

“I think they could sense I was coming to make their son happy,” you joke, halfway serious. “They couldn’t let that happen, huh?

Steve scoffs in the place of a real laugh. “Of course not.”

Your smile is a sad, soft, reminiscent one as your fingers brush back the wild strands of hair on the side of his head. You were the one who’d mussed at them, so it was only right you fixed them, too.

“We’ll always have Lover’s Lake, won’t we?” You say it with a teasing lilt like this boy and his kisses and this view of moonlight on the water hasn’t killed you and brought you back to life again.

“I’ll give you more soon,” Steve assures with a crooked grin and gleaming chocolate eyes. “I promise.”

It’s impossible to ignore the fire that starts in your chest at his words, but you try to anyway.

“Anyone ever told you how sweet you are, Stevie?” you tease, mostly genuine, as your thumb swipes softly over his swollen bottom lip.

“Only all the time,” he jokes back. He squeezes sincerely at your waist again. “You’re sweeter, though.”

You arch a brow at him. “You think so?”

“Oh, I know so, sweetheart…”

“Mm,” you hum in contentment when he pushes you further against him. With your skirt bunched up at your hips, the cotton of your panties brushes his denim-clothed cock. The friction couldn’t be more sinful, more sweet. 

“I could eat you right up, honey,” he murmurs lowly, lips itching for another taste of you — of your mouth and elsewhere.

You inch toward him without realizing it. Your smile is wider now — drunk on moonlight and love and Steve The Hair Harrington. “Promise?”

His hips buck softly upward to press his stiff cock further against the warmth between your thighs.

“Just watch me.”

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Imagine slapping Ezra ass in front of his friends and then running behind ace

MINORS DNI!!

You are winning his story honestly just sayin’ he’d probably fuck you in front of them XD!!!! 😌✨🙈✨

ALSO my ER visit went good! ty for the messeges everyone! 🙈🙈🙈😭✨🥰✨ i’m all stitched up and i have my antibiotic to pick up today finally! phew 💀✨

Status: Dating

CW: GN!reader, no body descriptions for reader, reader referred to as they/them, names used against reader (stupid slut, slut, good slut, ), dacryphilia, ROUGH SEX(like no lube too, dudes((G/N))), p in hole, bullying of reader, public sex(like people are watching),

Ezra looks at you with an incredulous look, his head cocked sideways, then suddenly it starts twisting up devilishly.

Ace lifts his arm up sheepishly playing with his fluffy pink hair, and chuckles at your antics.

You peer around Ace to see Ezra walking your way with purpose.

“Come out. Now.” Ezra commands, he pinches a cigarette between his finger and thumb before tossing it down the college’s hallway. His one brow is raised, threatening you to challenge him. “Stupid slut I said come out from behind him, it’s time to learn another lesson.”

You probably should, not to make it worse… He seems pissed, you just wanted to be silly! How dare he! You swallow and your fists ball up into Ace’s shirt back. He widens his stance.

“Ezra what are you gonna do to them?”

“They’ll like it. If they just Come. Out. Now.” Ezra snaps his fingers and his guys come closer, “Block the halls”

Your face frowns, fuck that sounds bad!

They stand there staring at eachother in silent showdown for seconds that feel as long as minutes.

Ace laughs nervously and steps away, bowing out, “Sorry Y/N! I’m—ah—Late! For class!” He jogs out through the human barrier, that parts for just him.

“Nobody’s here to protect you now, slut. now, Come here.”

You stand taller, though still feet shorter than he is, pushing 7 foot. Just looking at him tightens your core. His bruised and bandaged skin, his silky strawberry blonde hair that he keeps long. Fuck. He even has pretty eyes…

“Heh, that’s my good slut,” He opens his arms for you to embrace him, and your eyes soften. You hesitate, but he doesn’t get upset. He just continues to smile that crooked smile at you.

You eventually step forward, he takes you under his arms, his chin resting on your head as he slouches over you. He leans closer to your ear, kissing down the side of your head, “I’m gonna fuck you in front of everyone here. Don’t you dare do that in front of my boys again. Got it, slut?”

Your legs tighten together as you nod in understanding.

“nuh uh, use your words, slut.”

“Honestly, I probably will,” Your smile widens wildly and you wink at him.

He grabs you suddenly by a fistful of your hair, and wraps a hand around your arm painfully tight. He bends it behind your back as he turns you around.

Youre slammed against the lockers fast, head and chest first. He pulls you back just to slam you against them again. “You need to learn your place,” His voice comes angrily through his closed teeth.

The hand in your hair relinquishes you and you at least feel relief there, but your arm still hurts at the weird angle it’s in thanks to Ezra.

His now free hand rips through your clothes until you’re no longer covered in the important areas, you still have a mess of fabric over your stomach, and tightly squeezing and burning your arms. “Ow! Ezra! my arms!” He doesn’t relent. He just frees his bully cock and forces it inside you, you let out a scream! It actually hurts!! “Fuck Ezra! OW!!! OW OW PLEASE!” You beg.

The guys watching take pictures and their smiles make your chest tighten. You know these guys, you hang out with them daily. How does that make you feel?

When he pulls out just leaving his tip he spits on his shaft. It doesn’t feel much better at first, but your body always accepts him quickly. Fat tears roll down the sides of your face and along the metal. His hand finds the front of you and rubs and fondles viscously.

Soon your sopping and your tears continue to fall, but now your groaning and moaning against the lockers, your fingers flexing almost unnaturally behind you and your legs becoming weak.

By the time your whole body is shaking and cumming he’s pulling out, dragging his dick along your walls giving you one last burst of pleasure before he shoots his load over your ass hole with a low groan, his hands spreading your cheeks roughly.

He pushes you down to the ground and snaps a pic of your bare, cum stained, and raised ass before leaving with his “boys”.

His still the same asshole you love.

[theshinazugawaslut]

can you maybe… do sanemi with a wifey with small tits and a big ass? i know it seems random but i’m curious to see how you’ll write it! /nf

a/n: thank you for sending this! i was not very sure about what you wanted other than small tits and a big ass so that's what I gave — let me introduce sanemi being a lewd bastard, ogling you and trying to control himself, he's also kind of pathetic because when is he not? anyway, here's sanemi being weird. also, for reference, i'm big-chested and with a big ass so it might not be the best? but then again, i've never had sex and i write this shit.

You're pretty — always so pretty that it hurts.

He'd do anything for you to keep looking into his eyes; anything for your shimmering, sweet eyes to stay on his. Even when he's making love to you, little groans of your name leaving his kiss-swollen lips, he's kept a large, broad hand cupping the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair as he keeps your head down so he can see your eyes.

Others might find it strange but he likes watching your eyes, when they roll back into your head as he keeps his hands on your hips to sink him back down onto his length as he sits up in the futon as he swallows your mouth with desperate, wet kisses.

He loves your lips, too, loves it when you open your mouth and let him prod around, even if you find it rather peculiar. He loves your mouth, all bite and sweet and his. Sometimes he likes looming over you just to press a thick finger into your mouth, feeling over your enamel and gums, sometimes pinching your tongue between two fingers just to hear the pretty choke sound you make. Your jaw remains slack though, allowing his fingers to fuck your throat, feel the inside of your soft and chubby cheeks.

"Swallow," he'll say, voice rasping and eyes becoming hazy as he sees the amount of spit gathering in your mouth, saliva begin to drool down your chin.

He'll watch, mesmerised, as your mouth closes around three of his fingers and your throat bobs, momentarily tightening around his knuckles and nails before you open you mouth again. Your pink tongue flattening as he places the pad of his index finger against it, feeling the warm, wet muscles slowly lick across it.

He was filthy for your smell, too — it made him drool like a bitch in heat, and he was always moaning against your hair as he rained kisses like rhinestone eyes across your hairline as he breathed in the scent. His rough hands holding onto your hips, blunt fingernails pressing into your plump skin as he pressed his nose against that precious crook between neck and shoulder, peppering kisses slowly down your arms, your waist, till his nostrils flare till when he reaches your drooling cunt.

"My darling girl," he'll coo, nudging his cheek against your inner thigh. "Pretty, pretty, pretty," he almost sings like a child, placing feverish kisses against your pudgy folds, sucking like a lunatic at your puffy clit till you come all over his face, and he loves being soaked in your honeyed essence, still muttering mean little praises against your cunt.

He'll gasp loudly as his face is covered in the smell of your gushing pussy, moaning like a whore for you as it drips down his chin and sharp jaw, smeared across his lips lewdly, even dripping from his hair, just for him to bury his face against your slit once more, teething against your sex, smacking his jaw against your juiced-up clit, swishing his head side-to-side as if he were a hyena ripping flesh from bone, letting out drawn-out moans and whines.

"You're doing so well, so fuckin' well, baby," he'll moan one day as he keeps his bulging arms wrapped around your neck, squeezing till you see stars as he drags his cock in and out of you on your shared futon.

This is when he likes your voice the most, when you're all strangled whimpers and silent screams as he fucks the air right out of you. "Uh-huh? You want it like this, don't ya? That's right, atta girl, take my cock, take that fat fucking cock."

His grin is lopsided against your neck as he bites hard into the supple flesh but he smacks your cheek lightly as he almost violently thrusts into your spasming cunt, watching how your mind turns to dumb cotton. "Oi, stay with me, 'm bouta cum." But he'll kiss your glittering skin like gold. "Fuckin' bitch... Got me actin' like an animal, love you so damn much."

Though as soon as you cum, he'll be gathering you in his arms, littering kisses across your face and when you reach up to touch his hot skin, he'll grab your hand, kiss each fingertip like god-given twilight.

"My love, my love," he whispers against your forehead, kissing the arch of your brow sweetly, both of you sweaty and sticky, and you're just oozing with his seed. "My sweet girl, are you alright?" His lilac eyes worriedly look at your neck, a little red forming from where he had choked you a little but as you nod, giving him a weak but content smile, he beams right back. "That's my girl..."

"You're happy...?" you'll ask in your sweet, shy voice. He'll grin, and say he's the happiest man in the world.

He loves all of you, if that wasn't obvious, loves all the sweet parts of you. Loves how you stroke the silvery, jagged scars on his chest; loves how you watch random children with tender, soft eyes, and he decides to stuff you again in hope you'll carry his child and he can kiss your plump stomach one day; loves how you forget to take your sword or your shoes with you for missions; loves how you glower at younger slayers for lacking ambition or soul; loves how you stare at flowers or stars like they were calling to you with siren song.

But sometimes he feels like a filthy animal with how much he slobbers at the sight of your small tits and big ass.

He knows all too well how you glare at him when he tries to explain his obsession with your breasts — you weren't flat like tree bark but you weren't very big-chested either so you didn't understand your husband's odd like for them.

"Doesn't stop ye moaning though," he'll hiss into your ear before ducking his red-cheeked face down to suckle on your pert nipple, his other calloused fingers squeezing at the small mounds like a hungry mutt. "Love these pretty tits of yours so damn much...."

And you know he likes your ass, always touching it; sometimes out of genuine, sheer innocence. It's just that natural to him for his large hands to rest on the rather fabulous swell of your ass as he stands next to you, though he'll be a tease and pinch it and grin when you yelp and go hot with embarrassment as he grins like a man man.

Though you've gotten used to him trailing around after you in the estate, sometimes patting your ass like a fucking bongo drum as you cook and he talks to you casually. Sometimes he'll take his chopstick and keep poking at your bum, smiling innocently when you turn around to pinch his nose affectionately.

But right now, he feels kind of bad for salivating.

You're not even dressed up, nor are you doing anything particularly special. Simply wearing a matching slayer uniform with him, haori and all, though he insists that you keep your gakuran shirt all buttoned up so that nobody stares (that's his job anyway) which you do per his request.

But he feels vile right now and he knows he looks madder than usual as you and a few younger slayers investigate a certain village today, waiting till the stars begin to twinkle to hunt down the demon.

You keep staring at him too and you're making it worse. Hell, he keeps blinking slowly as if reality isn't really making sense to him because why the fuck does your uniform look so nice on you? The swell of your ass still incredibly prominent despite the flowing hakama.

He wants to touch you, bend you over wherever, whenever but he can't because he'd never, never do that to you. You're too sweet, too innocent (he supposes) for that.

"Sanemi, are you alright?" you ask him, the back of your hand coming to touch his forehead, knuckles brushing past his brow as you worry about his feverish state, and just the touch of your hand has him reeling. "'Nemi, honey?"

"'m- 'm f-fine," he says through gritted teeth, trying not to moan at just the sensation of you checking his temperature; his eyes are more bloodshot than usual, becoming pinpricks as they look at you. He reaches up so that broad fingertips can light graze your jaw, he repeats with a forced smile, "'m fine, doll..."

You don't look convinced but you walk just a few steps ahead of him, using your sweet voice to guide the younger slayers, and it's like you're doing it on purpose. The audacity. Walking in front of him, where he has perfect view of your ass, why did god give him such a perfect wife?

The mission itself went well, the kakushi cleaning up as always, and after tending to a wounded slayer. You notice your husband hadn't returned from the forest and so, you panic.

Your strong legs running through the thicket of trees, uncaring of the darkness that envelopes the forest, even with the glittering tendrils of moonlight slipping through the foliage, casting an eerie glow.

"Sanemi!" you yell out, adrenaline pumping in your veins at the thought something might have happened to your husband, your uniform occasionally getting stuck in brambles but you truly don't care, simply letting it shred through the fabric. "'Nemi? Sanemi! God, 'Nemi, where are you?! 'Nemi-"

You shriek as you're grabbed as you run past the trunk of a particularly thick tree but a familiar, warm hand covers your mouth, desperately kissing your temple like sin.

"Fuck, 'm sorry," Sanemi sobs against your ear, hand now snaking around your chest to grope at your small tits, other hand reaching down to touch your ass and squeeze. His throat is raw, almost as though it's been ripped apart, voice shredded. "'m sorry, dolly, 'm sorry- I'm filthy, I'm so fuckin' filthy but I wanna touch you so fuckin' bad."

You realise very quickly that your husband had come over here to jack off in the middle of the dark forest, his hakama barely pulled down his thick, muscle-corded thighs. His dick strained against you and he moaned loudly as your clothed body brushed against it, panting into your ear.

"Oh, 'Nemi..." you say softly. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry, 'm sorry, jus' fuck me, please, I beg you, just- Shi-hiit," he whines as you turn around in his arms, looking at him through spotted moonlight.

God, he looks insane: eyes blown wide and bloodshot, jaw going slack as he looks at your pretty eyes, mouth, skin, tits, heart, soul- He surges forward, trying to desperately kiss you, grabbing onto your ass as his dick slaps against his stomach. He looks so fucked.

"Can- can I?" he croaks out and as you nod, allowing him to unbotton your shirt. "All for me?"

You nod and all that's left is for Sanemi to hoist you up against a tree, meaty forearms easily hooking under your thighs and pressing you against it as he slobbers over your tits and trembles against you, he's all but crying and whimpering as his throbbing, heavy cock splits you in two.

The pace he goes at is feral and he's huffing against your neck, letting out wanton moans as his balls clap against your ass, dragging you up and down his cock.

You feel so fucking good and god, it's all for him.

The thought makes him paint your insides white.

[little-emerald-snake]

Hey there 🙏 i love your Storys! Can you write one in which seb and ominis also get spicy with each other for the first time, a threesome, maybe in a Common room over the holidays, maybe including Alcohol for a chill Atmosphere, cuddling, good dirty talk 🤭, mouth Spitting, Oral, anal,...oh god this list could go so much longer. I hope this gives you Inspiration 😘

Merry Christmas friend,

I loved this prompt and for the life of me I didn’t know if you meant all of these separate or all together but I managed to mash them all into one and made it my secret Christmas special. I hope you enjoy! 🎄

All I want for Christmas is two fictional Slytherin boys 💕

Warnings: under the influence of alcohol, spit swallowing, degradation and name calling, mmf threesome, oral f receiving, anal fingering, unprotected p-in-v, first time mm, unprotected anal sex

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She’d been so happy when Sebastian and Ominis had volunteered to stay at school with her over the holidays, making sure she had friends who care about her to ease the ache the holidays usually brought her.

She’d been even more thrilled when Sebastian had pulled them into the empty Slytherin common room where he’d gathered a hoard of blankets and pillows to make a cozy nest in front of the crackling glow of the fireplace. It was close to the massive Christmas tree in the common room as well, one of her favorite things.

She was already a bit silly because of the amount of firewhiskey she’d consumed and Sebastian leaned over, taking the cup from her. “You need to slow down darling, or you’ll make yourself sick.”

She giggled, lolling against Ominis who hadn’t expected her to come crashing into his side while he took a sip and spilled a bit. He rolled his eyes and set his drink far off to the side to avoid another spill. “For once, Sebastian is right. You’re making a mess.”

Sebastian pulled her close to him, causing her to blush. The warmth of his chest against her back and the warmth of the firewhiskey in her belly had her feeling loose and safe, not something she’d often felt around the holidays.

Sebastian slid his hand up her side teasingly. “Are you blushing? Ominis, she’s blushing. Think it’s cus she’s drunk or does she like it when I cuddle her and touch her?”

She blushed harder when Ominis’ hands joined Sebastian’s, roaming first over her shoulder then down across her chest and to her stomach. “Ohh, she’s blushing even more, Om. She likes you touching her like that.”

Ominis seemed to gain a bit of confidence, letting his hands slide back up her stomach and over her breasts where he gently squeezed. “If you don’t like it, just let me know and I’ll stop.”

Ominis was pleased when instead of asking him to stop she leaned into the touch, a small moan falling past her lips. She moaned louder when Sebastian’s hands met Ominis’, pinching her nipples lightly. “Do you like this?”

She nodded against Seb’s chest, letting a breathy moan fall from her lips. Her hips slid back against Sebastian who she could feel was enjoying this as much as she was from the hardness against her rear.

Sebastian tsk’d her, reaching over to pull Ominis’ leg out and angling her hips against it. “Grind on his knee while we touch you. Yea. Just like that, pretty girl.”

She moaned, grinding her clothed center against Ominis’ knee, just as Sebastian had instructed. Ominis hummed in satisfaction. “She’s so warm between her legs, Sebastian. Feels like all the extra firewhiskey she drank went straight to warming her pussy.”

Sebastian chuckled, tilting her head back and looking into her eyes. “Is that so? Do you want more, pretty girl? Wanna make sure that pussy is nice and warmed up?”

She nodded, even as Ominis tried to protest the idea of giving her more alcohol. Sebastian took a swig straight from the bottle, and tipped her head back towards him.

He leaned down for what she thought was a kiss but was surprised when he held her chin in place and pushed her lips open, spitting the firewhiskey into her mouth.

She swallowed it quickly, getting hot for an entirely different reason. Sebastian could see it in her eyes and grinned, holding her chin in place. “Yea? You like me spitting in your mouth?”

Ominis gripped her hips, reminding her to grind herself against him while listening to them. “You’re absolutely filthy Sebastian.”

Sebastian grinned at his blind friend, who didn’t look as disgusted as he really made it sound. She nodded up at Sebastian, letting him know that no matter what Ominis said, she did in face like the idea of Seb spitting into her mouth and being forced to swallow.

At her approval Sebastian gripped her cheeks, forcing her mouth open and spitting directly onto her tongue. “Filthy fucking girl, swallow it like a good girl for me.”

She did, grinding against Ominis and swallowing for Seb, her pretty eyes filled with so much heat at everything they did. “Yea? You like it that much? Want to taste Ominis too? Filthy slut.”

She nodded again, turning forward to look at Ominis whose eyebrows rose. That didn’t stop him from leaning up on an elbow and gripping her chin. She opened obediently and he spit inside her mouth.

She hummed as she swallowed and Sebastian chuckled but Ominis is the one who spoke. “Making a fucking wet mess on my pants, love. You’re soaking through all the layers of fabric between us. Poor horny little thing.”

Sebastian reached down to run two fingers across the soaking wet center of her panties and groaned. “So fucking wet, just how we need you, pretty girl. Get on top of the covers and undress for me, beautiful.”

She did as she was told, climbing out from under the covers and shedding every piece of clothing till she laid bare for them.

Sebastian groaned, pointing down to the blanket. She quickly laid down on her back, anxiously spreading her legs. Sebastian stripped off his own clothes and her eyes greedily raked over the smattering of freckles across his skin.

He dipped down, laying on his stomach with his head between her thighs. He gave one teasing lick to her soaking wet center, groaning at her taste while she whimpered, hand flying to fist his hair.

Her eyes trailed to Ominis who, fully clothed, sat beside her face, leaning over and holding his thumb to her mouth. “Suck this. He’s gonna need it nice and wet, I promise.”

She blushed and took Ominis’ thumb into her mouth and rolling her tongue over it generously. With his free hand, Ominis undid his trousers and her eyes locked onto his erection springing free only inches from her face.

Once he was satisfied, Ominis pulled his thumb from her mouth and sat up, letting the bob of his erection brush her lips. “Now you work on this while I work on him. He’ll really want this nice and wet

Sebastian licked and sucked her pussy like he’d die without it. The pleasure was so intense that it became a struggle to suck on Ominis without moaning around his cock. When she did moan, Ominis thrusted into her mouth gently to remind her of the task at hand.

Her eyes flit between watching Ominis preparing Seb for what she could only assume was his cock and Sebastian who’s looking up at her while sliding his tongue eagerly across her clit in maddening circles.

She gripped tightly in his brunette curls, hips lifting and eyes shutting as she came apart on Seb’s tongue. Ominis pulled out from her mouth, letting her moan freely while getting ready behind Sebastian.

Once she’d come back to earth from her orgasm her eyes lock on Seb who’d started grinding himself against the blanket and whimpering as Ominis finger fucked his ass, fingers stretching him open.

Her eyes met Ominis’ lips as he muttered a wandless charm, suddenly creating a symphony of squelching noises from Sebastian’s ass. “Fuck Om, fingers feel so good I won’t last long like that.”

Ominis grinned, pulling his fingers out, adjusting Sebastian up to his knees between her legs. It was so intimate seeing Sebastian’s reddened cheeks and need stricken face meeting her wide eyes. “H-have you guys done this before?”

Sebastian shook his head as Ominis lines up behind Sebastian, muttering another lubrication charm and pumping his shaft in his hand while responding. “No. But if he’s gonna take my cock then it’d be wise for him to be distracted by fucking you.”

She nodded in agreement and Seb pulled a pillow closer, helping her prop her hips up onto it for a better angle. He prowled the few inches forward and his lust burning eyes flick up to her face, searching for any sign he should stop. “Do you really want this?”

She nods eagerly, letting him line up before locking her ankles around the back of his knees. Sebastian sunk home on the first thrust. Her eyes squoze shut as she felt Ominis sink into Sebastian from up top.

A hiss of air left Sebastian’s lips but he didn't seem uncomfortable. Instead he squeezed her cheeks and she opened her mouth obediently, he spit into her mouth again. “Good fucking girl, you’re mine.”

A wave of heat washes over her and Ominis pulls out only to thrust back in. She can tell he’s being gentle but the twisted look of agonizing pleasure written so clearly across Sebastian’s face has her brain swimming.

Ominis chuckled, rolling his hips leisurely, causing Seb to twitch inside of her. “He’s already all starry eyed and cock drunk isn’t he? Bet he looks so good, lost in pleasure between us like this.”

She barely lets out a whimper of agreeance before Seb’s hips twitch to life, dragging pleasure from her body. She can tell the reaction isn’t entirely voluntary but it feels so good she dropped her head back and closed her eyes to enjoy the ride. “Oh, fuck.”

Sebastian practically keens between their bodies, hands groping anywhere he can reach in an attempt to ground himself to reality.

Ominis strikes a spot within him that has him bucking harshly and moaning brokenly. “Ah! S-so good! Fuck!”

Ominis’ focus clips and he moans, focusing back on that spot which in turn has Sebastian rutting conveniently into her g spot. She realizes now why he placed the pillows under her. No matter how he thrusts, she’s angled so he will slam right into her sweet spot.

Finally the boys find a rhythm and her neck is bared as her eyes roll back in absolute pleasure. She’s fighting the urge to fall apart under them both, hanging on to hope that one of them will cave first.

Sebastian sounds so fucked out and needy that his wines carry through the common room, not an ounce of hesitation. “O-oh fuck! I-I’m gonna cum! C-can’t stop! Ah!”

She shuttered, allowing herself to cum as Sebastian slams into her g spot, cum flowing into her and filling her so full she can feel it leaking out of her and making a mess.

Ominis seems to lose his composure as Sebastian tightens around him. His hips stutter and his eyes slam shut before a chorus of moans flows past his thin lips.

They lay there in a sweaty heap till finally Ominis peels himself from Sebastian’s sticky skin, grunting when he pulls from Sebastian with an audible pop.

She blushes as Sebastian pushes himself up on shaky legs and pulls himself from her next. His eyes trail the cum seeps from her pussy and he grips his wand, muttering a cleaning charm for all three of them.

Finally having the burning urges inside of them satiated, Sebastian lays down against Ominis and pulls her against his chest with a content sigh.

Ominis twirls a lock of Sebastian’s brown curls and she nuzzles against Seb, getting comfortable as she drapes a leg over both of Seb’s and one of Ominis’. “My Slytherin boys for Christmas is all I ever wanted.”

[klovercrown]

(18+) Bo Sinclair x AFAB reader x Mark Hoffman smut

Warnings: Reverse bear trap, spit kink, face slapping, tears, oral fixation

(This is my first time writing something on here, especially smut. There might be some grammatical errors and I'm not good with laying out text. It's also pretty long 🥲)

You're thrashing around with your legs kicking as Bo has you slung over his shoulder, making his way down into the basement. He ran his other hand up the back of your thigh to firmly squeeze your buttock, causing you to yell. The stairs disappear from view as he makes his way down into his lair, settling your body onto the surgical chair.

In front of you stood your two favorite men. Mark looked at you like he was thinking of a thousand different ways to torment you, and Bo with his signature smug smirk you always wanted to smack off his face. 

"Careful with her." Mark said, emitting a huff from the other man. "She can handle it." Bo casually says as he steps closer to you, kneeling down to lean in close to grab your chin and make you look at him. 

"Right, darlin'?" He whispered, causing shivers to run up your spine and a wave of arousal to hit you. Smirking at your reaction, he releases your chin and moves down to unbutton your pants, while Mark leans in to press his soft lips against yours. You softly moan as he devours your mouth with his, feeling Bo slip your bottoms off your legs.

A muffled moan came from you as Bo ran a finger along your covered pussy, teasing you and smirking to himself as he could feel how drenched you were. "What a slut," Bo muttered, grabbing a hold of the waistband and ripping your panties off of you. You immediately close your legs as you feel the cool air, only for Bo to roughly grab your legs and spread them.

You were so overwhelmed by Mark's rough mouth against yours and Bo massaging your wet folds that you didn't notice one of their hands grab the neckline of your camisole and rip it off like it was nothing, leaving you completely naked on the chair.

Mark moved his lips away before pressing a kiss to your cheek and moving down to your neck, causing you to arch your back from the feeling of his warm breath against your skin.

"I have something in store for you…" Mark says this against your skin, reaching to fondle one of your breasts. You cried out as he pinched and pulled on your nipple, feeling Bo slip one of his fingers inside of you. "I'm getting hard just thinking about it." Bo gruffly said as he slipped another finger inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out. You let out a string of moans, whimpering as you could feel his fingers stretch your wet core.

Bo kept his fingers deep inside of you as he moved to your side, glancing down at you with a hint of disgust. "Great. He slobbered all over your mouth, and I gotta clean it out." Bo complained, which earned an eye roll from Mark. "Shut up and hurry so we can get it ready." Mark said to Bo as he massaged one of your breasts.

As you were about to ask what they were talking about, Bo grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled it back to where you were staring straight at the ceiling. Your eyes widened in fear as he leaned in, staring down at you as if you were a fresh piece of meat. "Open your mouth, sweetheart." You obeyed, watching him move his lips to gather a glob of spit.

Bo gripped your cheeks, making you whimper in pain due to how hard his fingers dug into the fat of your cheeks, and he spat into your mouth. You moaned as it landed on your tongue, tasting the nicotine from the cigarette he had while hunting for you. He let out a low groan at the sight of you, lightly smacking you on the cheek. "Little slut." Mark lowly said as he moved his hand down to your pussy, running his thick fingers along your wet folds. You gasped and were about to swallow the saliva in your mouth before Bo glared down at you. "Don't swallow yet, bitch." He commanded through gritted teeth before he moved his hand to your jaw, his middle and index fingers sliding to both sides of your bottom row of teeth.

You felt yourself gag a bit as he toyed around with your mouth more, feeling his saliva threaten to run down your throat. He used your jaw to pull you closer, using his fingers to jack your mouth open. With another glob of spit hitting your tongue, he gently pushed his fingers onto your tongue to push the saliva closer to the back of your throat. As Bo played with your mouth, you felt Mark's warm tongue lick around your clit as he fingerfucked you. Your moans were muffled, and you gagged around his fingers. He looked down at you with satisfaction, then back at Mark. He watched as Mark started to quicken his pace as his fingers repeatedly pushed deep inside of you. Your legs squirmed before he pinned them with his elbows, holding your thighs down.

His tongue and fingers drove you crazy; you could feel your arousal grow more and more as your body was lavished by the two men. Bo moved to kiss you hard, accidentally making you bleed from biting your bottom lip. He ran one of his hands to your face again, pushing his index finger into your mouth for you to suck on before smearing the blood-mixed, saliva-coated digit across your cheeks and lips.

Your moans become louder as you can feel your orgasm come closer and closer. It didn't help that Bo moved to torture your nipple with his fingers as well. Your stomach tightened up as your orgasm was about to wash over you before Mark cruelly pulled away, looking at you with a smirk. You whined at the loss, looking at the two men in confusion.

Nothing but pleads and whimpers left your mouth; pure desperation was in your voice. Bo caressed your hair as Mark went to one of Bo's work desks, bringing back a reverse bear trap in his hand. You knew about this contraption he's used before and how it usually ends. Mark could see the panic in your expression before leaning in to press a kiss to your hairline.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. This one is different." He calms you down as he lifts it to your view, turning it to the side to where you can see a small button next to the timer. He was about to explain before Bo interrupted. "You're gonna do the scary voice?" Bo said, clearly trying to piss Mark off. Mark side-eyed Bo, huffing through his nose in frustration. "I'm not doing that, asshole." Bo held up a hand to brush it off and played with your hair as Mark explained the functionality of the jaw-breaking trap.

Mark looked at the side of the head gear, pointing at the button. "This was specifically made for you. In case you want to stop whenever you want." He explains as he pulls a small black toy bullet from his pocket. "It's connected to this." You were still confused; most likely, your frustration from the stolen orgasm was making you dizzy.

Bo leans into your ear. "He's going to stick that into your tight pussy. Right when it slides in, the trap will lock in place and the timer will go off..." He says, clear excitement in his rough voice, as he takes pleasure in your scared expression. "…you have two minutes to cum, or it'll rip your fucking jaw open." The way he threatened you, even in this controlled scenario, made you even wetter. You nod in understanding, looking at the two men with half-lidded eyes.

Mark settles the head gear around your head, adjusting the metal piece to be inserted into your mouth. Bo bit his bottom lip at the sight of you; only your watery eyes were visible, and they stared at him and Mark like a pathetic dog waiting for its treat. He unzipped his pants, pulling his thick, hard cock out and grabbing your hand. You knew what he wanted—grabbing his shaft into your hand and stroking him. He quietly groaned as you teased the tip with your thumb, smearing his precum around the head.

Mark teased your pussy more, making sure you were wet and prepped. He looked up at you, the bullet in view in his hand. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" He asked, which earned an eager nod from you and a low groan from Bo as you squeezed his cock more. Pleased with your response, Mark quickly inserted the bullet into your hole and teased your clit. As you felt your walls tighten around the object, you felt pressure from the headgear as it tightened around your head, and the timer started to tick.

Tick…

The adrenaline hit you like a pile of bricks; it made your heart race, your breathing became more panicked, and your hands started to shake, which all made your pussy throb. This terrifying situation was so hot for you. Knowing that, even if it really wasn't life or death, your life was at stake for you to cum or not. Your whorish self would be the thing that could save you.

Tick…

Mark teased your clit with two fingers, making circular motions and slipping two fingers inside you with his other hand. Your hips lifted from the seat as you were getting overstimulated by his touch, whimpering with the metal piece muffling your mouth.

Tick…

Bo groaned and removed his cock from your hand, stroking it with his fist. "You like being tested for being a little fucking slut?" He asked harshly, rubbing the tip of his cock against the soft area around your nipple and muttering more obscenities toward you.

You let out a string of whimpered moans, keeping your hands at your sides to not risk angering either of them. As Mark kept fingering you, you felt your orgasm near once more. Throwing your head, you let the pleasure build up more and more to achieve your freedom. Until Mark slowed down his movements, making you practically scream underneath the headgear in desperation.

As the generous man that he is, he resumed his quick pace, fingering you and rubbing your clit. Bo beat his cock into his fist, aiming at your breasts. Your moans increased as your peak raced against the fast ticking, and you felt your thigh muscles tense as your orgasm washed over you. The ticking from the timer immediately stopped, and the pressure from the headgear loosened back up.

Mark continued pumping his thick fingers into you through it, quietly praising you. Bo let out a low groan as he released spurts of cum onto your breasts and chest, decorating your torso in pearls. As your body calmed down, Mark withdrew his fingers from you and smeared his wet-coated fingers on your inner thigh.

You weakly lifted your hands to remove the trap from your head, only for both men to grab your wrists. This was far from over.

(I might write full on sex for a next part, depends on how this one goes 🩷)

[bbyquokka]

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→ GENRE: idol!au | smut — MDNI!

→ SYNOPSIS: you and jisung got caught by minho – now the members want their turn

→ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content | smut | voyeurism | gang bang | unprotected sex | hand job | oral (F + M) | creampie | cum on body | cum eating | deepthroat | throat fucking | clit play | multiple orgasms | orgasm denial | nipple and breast play

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"If you two are going to fuck, at least let us join in on the fun." 

Your brain short circuits, mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. Jisung was still holding you close to him, too consumed in coming down from his high to register what was going to happen.

"Cat got your tongue, darling?" Minho smirks, moving closer to you, his finger hooked under your chin to make you look at him.

"I-I…" You stutter, the faint sound of the movie playing becoming background noise. Your main focus has now shifted onto Minho and the rest of the members, who are now closing in on you.

Jisung's arms are still tightly wrapped around your waist, his lips kissing the back of your neck as he bucks his hips upwards, lazily.

"More.." He mumbles, "Need so much more." 

"Ji.. Did you not hear lino?" You stutter, struggling to tear your eyes away from Minho's gaze. It feels like you're in a trance, Minho's eyes glimmering with hope. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Changbin and Chan palming themselves, their gaze fixated – anticipating – on what is going to happen.

"I heard, not like you would mind anyways." Jisung pulls the fleece blanket off you both, revealing your naked bottom halves. 

You whimper, feeling exposed and vulnerable. You don't hate it though. The feeling of being exposed, having sets of eyes fixated on you, made you shiver and feel submissive. 

"Be a good girl and ride me." Jisung purrs down your ear. You swallow, biting your bottom lip. After a few seconds, Jisung starts getting impatient, as do the rest of the members.

Jisung taps your thighs before bucking his hips up suddenly, tip brushing against the spot that makes your toes curl. Your eyes widen, a loud throaty moan escapes your lips.

"Did you not hear me? I said, ride me." You whimper, nodding slowly before lifting your hips up and sinking down on his cock. You shiver, closing your eyes slowly. Jisung sits back, arms behind his head as he watches his cock disappear inside you.

His cum and your slick slowly starts to seep out, dripping down Jisung's length. You shift your hips to make his tip hit your spot. To your satisfaction, you manage to do so, your body shaking and toes curling with each hit. Minho grabs the fabric of your pj top and pulls it over your head, the boys humming and groaning at the sight of your soft, round breasts bouncing.

"Beautiful." Hyunjin hums as he slowly approaches you. As you were about to look up at him, Minho suddenly crashed his lips against yours. You groan at the feeling, his lips moving against yours in a messy fashion. 

Teeth and tongues colliding together, spit mixing and pooling at the corners of your mouth before spilling out. You grip onto the fabric of Minho's t-shirt, his hand reaching out and grabbing yours, guiding it to his hard cock. 

"Touch me." He demands. You whimper against his lips, hand disappearing under the waistband of his bottoms and boxers. Another pair of lips, which you assume to be Hyunjin's considering how plump they feel, attach themselves to your neck, kissing and sucking the skin.

You pull out Minho's cock from their restraints, getting to work on pumping him in an instance. A throaty groan escapes his lips, his hands on your thighs as your hand pumps him fast, wrist rotating at the tip.

Hyunjin kisses up and down your neck, his hands cupping and massaging your breasts. He pinches your nipples harshly, a sharp pain shooting down your spine and to your core making you clench around Jisung. 

"Shit. Do that again, Hyunjin." Jisung grunts behind you. Hyunjin hums and nods before pinching your nipples again, this time, adding more pressure. You sob against Minho's lips, pain shooting down your spine and making your walls clench around Jisung once again.

"Good girl." Hyunjin whispers against your neck, noticing how Jisung is currently struggling to keep it together. Your thighs start to burn from tensing, your wrist feeling achy as your chin is coated in drool – but you feel good.

"I don't think I will be able to hold for much longer." You pull from Minho's lips, looking behind you. Jisung groans softly, leaning forward and pressing his chest against your back. He wipes away the drool from your lips, licking his thumb clean.

He suddenly wraps his arms around your waist tightly, your body falling back as Jisung piledrives you from below. You recognise this technique, it means he is close and during this moment, all you can do is allow him to use you. He's being selfish, not caring about your needs but only about his own high. 

Beads of sweat run down his temples, his teeth sinking into your shoulder like an alpha in heat marking their mate. He knows you're about to have fun, but he wants everyone in the room to remember who you belong to and that is him. He doesn't mind you being 'passed' around the group, he trusts you and his friends deeply, but that doesn't stop him from feeling possessive. 

With your back flush against Jisung's chest, you shift your legs out from under you, planting your feet firmly on his knees. This allows Jisung to thrust even deeper inside whilst giving everyone a full view of your hungry cunt. 

Your head rolls to the side, drool spilling from your lips as your body goes limp. Each hit of your sweet spot causes your mind to slowly turn into mush. Without warning, Hyunjin rubs your sensitive clit, making you squeal loudly and your walls to have a vice grip around Jisung's cock.

"Fuck! Relax babe, i'm almost there. Let me fill you up again." 

You sob, desperately looking at Hyunjin who coos at you as he continues his assault on your clit. He rubs side to side, rapidly, causing you to let out pants and empty sounds.

"Shh, you're doing so well for him, y/n." Hyunjin coos, stroking your sweaty hair away from your forehead. The hand that was around Minho, now flopped to your side. Your body shaking, breasts bouncing with each ruthless thrust.

"Cum." Jisung whimpers behind you. You grip onto Hyunjin's wrists tight, your orgasm washing over you as Jisung bucks his hips one final time, filling you up with his cum. Your eyes squeeze shut, your orgasm shaking your body and making you hot to the touch.

You pant, Hyunjin gently rubbing your clit to help ride out your high whilst Jisung thrusts lazily. You gently push Hyunjin's hand away, claiming you're too sensitive to touch. He takes a step back, the men mesmerized at your convulsing pussy as well as your juices and Jisung's cum slowly trickling out off you.

"Holy fuck.." Chan whispers, his fist around his, now exposed erection. He's tugging it lazily alongside Changbin. Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin were still palming themselves, feeling a little unsure and shy about the whole situation.

"My turn." You laugh as you get lifted up by Changbin, much to Hyunjin and Minho's displeasure

"Hey! Get in line!" Hyunjin protests, "I was next!" 

"Uh, excuse me. I think you will find that I am the one that should have been next in line. I did approach her first." Minho scoffs to which Hyunjin rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, well, you were both too slow. You're both too busy staring at her so I took my chance." Changbin smirks in a smug manner, gently placing you down on the mountain of blankets and pillows you and Jisung set up before.

"Don't worry boys, you will have your turn soon." You purr, causing them both to sigh but agree to wait. You look behind you at Changbin as he fumbles with his bottoms. You kneel up, placing your hands over Changbin's gently.

"Nervous?" 

"Not really, just, horny." His hands are shaking due to the intense amount of lust and adrenaline that's currently pumping through his veins. You flush red, swallowing thickly as Changbin grabs your cheeks in his hands. He hums softly at your expressions, his eyes darting along your features taking in everything.

"How do you like it?" He whispers, leaning in slowly.

"H-However you want, Binnie." You stutter, heart thumping against your ribs. 

"Then get on all fours." He demands. You nod, body automatically gets into its position. You plant your hands firmly on the floor, legs spread wide as Changbin kneels behind you. Your folds and skin are messy with juices and cum, glistening in the light.

"Hey Chan, come look at this." Changbin beckons his hyung over. Chan moves and kneels beside Changbin, humming in satisfaction. You whimper, feeling like a piece of meat on a platter. The two men exchange conversation about you, about how good you look, how fuckable you are.

Each word, each phase causes shivers to run down your spine, your gaze turning to your boyfriend who is currently sitting back in a relaxed position on the sofa, legs spread with his arms behind his head. His cock still out in the open but is flaccid. He didn't even take this time to go clean himself up – typical.

You hear movement behind you, Chan coming to the front of you. You look up through your lashes, his cock level with your mouth. He nods at it in a suggestive manner, eyebrow raised, silently telling you to suck him off.

Your tongue darts out, licking your dry lips before opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out. Chan sighs softly, humming as he grabs the sides of your head. He pushes his cock inside your mouth, your lips automatically closing around him.

He slowly thrusts his hips, the sides of his cock stroking your mouth. Your tongue laid flat, stroking the underside of him. With a bit more confidence and a few more thrusts, he picks up the pace. Hips thrusting fast and powerful, tip hitting the back of your throat causing your gag reflex to activate a couple times.

Tears well in your eyes, falling past your lower lash line and down your cheeks. Saliva pools in your mouth, becoming too much for your tiny mouth to handle. Soon, it seeps out the corners of your mouth, dripping onto the material of the blankets.

Chan grunts watching his cock disappear and reappear with a new layer of spit each time. You feel Changbin behind you, grabbing and squeezing the flesh of your ass. Placing both hands firmly on your ass, he leans down between your legs.

You groan against Chan's cock as you feel Changbin's tongue licking along your folds, collecting your juices and left over cum. He grunts at the salty taste, tongue diving into your entrance. His tongue licks inside, occasionally darting in and out at a fast pace, his face buried, nose touching the rim of your asshole. 

You clench around his tongue, hands bawling up into fists. Your body is struggling with the amount of pleasure you're feeling. You're sensitive from your earlier endeavour with Jisung, so you're pretty sure another orgasm will be fast approaching. Your body feels like it's on fire, your jaw slack, throat burning from the abuse that Chan's cock is providing.

Changbin's fingers come into contact with your clit, rubbing fast circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You squeeze your eyes shut swallowing Chan's cock, your throat squeezing his side's making him groan loudly.

"Fuck. Your mouth feels so good, y/n." Your eyes flutter open, tears falling down your cheeks as you hum.

"She tastes amazing too." Changbin mumbles from behind. 

"Is she always like this?" Chan directs his question to Jisung. He shrugs and nods, leaning forward.

"Pretty much. It's never a dull day with my baby girl." 

"Fuck dude. You're so lucky!" Chan laughs, "How do you manage?" 

"That's the problem, Hyung, I don't." Chan and Changbin both laugh softly. You bring a hand up and tap Chan's thighs gently. He looks down, pulling his cock out of your mouth. 

"B-Binnie, I'm close." You whisper. Changbin pulls away from you, his fingers still rubbing your clit.

"Hold. I wanna fuck you first." You bite the insides of your cheeks, hanging your head low. Your clit burning, orgasm threatening to take over every cell of your body. Your pussy convulses, sobs escape your lips. Chan coos softly, lifting your chin up and wiping away your tears and drool.

"Poor baby. Is Changbin being mean to you?" Chan coos, mockingly. You nod fast, bottom lip quivering. Chan kisses your forehead as Changbin removes his fingers, giving you a second to breathe.

He positions himself behind you, taking off his t-shirt and holding onto your waist. He lines himself up before pushing himself inside. You groan deeply, his thick cock stretching you, feeling unbearable. 

"B-Big." You pant, your arms shaking, struggling to support your weight. Your lower lash line pricks with tears, threatening to spill down your cheeks as Changbin continues to push himself inside, stopping when he's balls deep. 

Changbin doesn't give you time to adjust. His thrusts are long and powerful, hips slapping against yours in a rough fashion. He grips your hips, fingers sinking in your soft skin from the sheer amount of pressure he has on you. You cry out in pleasure, body being overwhelmed once again. 

Your pussy hypersensitive from your earlier orgasm plus having to hold your current one. With each thrust of Changbin's cock, the more you struggle to hold. Your body soon gets hot again, clit throbbing as your walls convulse around Changbin's length.

"I can't…" You whisper out, arms shaking. 

"You can. You're doing so well right now." Changbin grunts from behind. The sounds of skin slapping and the soft wet noises from your pussy, mixes together with your moans and his pants. 

Eventually, your arms give up, your head falling onto the soft pillows. Your mouth hangs open, arms flopped to the side. Drool spills out from your mouth, a fucked out expression and lazy grin spread across your face as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

With your ass high up, this allows Changbin to piledrive inside, his cock reaching the deepest parts of you. He places a hand on your head, pushing it against the pillow as he ruthlessly thrusts. Your legs shaking, orgasm threatening to spill, but you're a good girl so you hold – even if it burns.

You can see Jisung in your peripheral . Your vision blurry from your tears of pleasure, but you can't help but notice that shit eating grin on his lips, a look of cockiness.

"Are you being a good girl for my friends, y/n?" Jisung coos. You whimper as a response, your senses and ability to do or say anything, disappeared as soon as Changbin penetrated you. 

"Of course she is, Ji. Look at how well she is taking me. Her cunt is swallowing me." Changbin grunts from behind. You shut your eyes slowly, tears falling down the bridge of your nose and onto the pillows. Your walls grip Changbin tightly, his movements falter for a second.

You couldn't do it any more, it's too much for you. Before you could give a warning, your body shakes, thighs tensing as your walls grip around Changbin. Your orgasm hits you, hard. Nothing but silent moans and screams leave your lips, your juices spilling out.

"Fuck." Changbin grunts, watching the way your juices drip out of your cunt.

"Sorry." You whisper repeatedly, "I couldn't… it was…" 

"Shh. It's okay." Changbin coos. You nod slowly, Changbin's thrusting becomes erratic. His technique reminded you of how Jisung would behave when chasing his high. Only difference is, is that Jisung is more desperate.

"Fuck." Changbin pants, pulling his cock out off you and pumping himself fast. He bucks his hips in his hands before a throaty groan escapes his lips. You feel ropes of hot cum shoot out on your ass, Changbin's head hanging low as he lazily strokes himself riding out his high. 

"Sorry y/n." Changbin chuckles softly, feeling ashamed, "I just didn't want to cum inside because we didn't agree on anything like that." 

"It's okay, Binnie." You lift yourself up on your hands feeling Changbin whip away his cum with his discarded t-shirt.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." You grin. Changbin smiles warmly.

"Move. It's my turn." Minho pushes Changbin out of the way, making you laugh at his eagerness. Changbin rolls his eyes but replaces Minho's spot on the sofa beside Jisung.

"I've waited for you for so long." Minho growls, his eagerness seeping from his pores. You giggle, smirking a little.

"Awe lino. Has it been hard having to watch?" Minho nods slowly, pumping his cock.

"You have no idea." He grunts, rubbing his tip in between your folds. His pre cum and your slick mixing together before he slowly pushes himself in. He's the same thickness as Jisung except he is a bit longer in size. He holds onto your shoulders, using it as leverage. His tip brushes against your sweet spot, making you moan out his name.

"Hey, babe. Don't forget about me." Chan pouts, still kneeling in front of you. You hum, wrapping your lips around his cock. You wrap your hand around the base, stroking what your mouth couldn't reach.

Minho's groans mix together with Chan's, Chan sitting back on his feet as he kicks his head back. You hollow out your cheeks, the sides of his cock stroking the insides.

Your body jolts with each thrust from Minho, breasts swaying back and forth. You hum around Chan's cock sending vibrations up and down his spine making his cock twitch inside your mouth. He reaches out, pushing back your sweaty hair as you look up at him through your lashes.

You stop your movements, making your jaw slack and tongue flat as you lower your head further down on Chan, deepthroating him. Chan bites his bottom lip hard as he feels your throat around his length. You swallow around him as Chan bucks his hips.

"Sorry." He whispers as you swallow down your gag reflex. Saliva pools and drips down your chin, Chan tangles his fingers in your hair as he slowly thrusts down your throat. You feel overwhelmed, not just by the pleasure you're receiving and giving, but also by the pairs of eyes watching you eagerly.

Hyunjin is lazily stroking his cock, wanting to wait to do anything dramatic. Felix gained some confidence, his cock now out in the open as he lazily strokes it. Jeongin still feels a little shy and unsure whereas Seungmin was slowly creeping up behind you, watching Minho's cock disappear, his fist around his angry cock, throbbing in his hand.

"Oh god…" Minho whines from behind you, Chan groaning and holding the sides of your head still. You clench around Minho's cock, knowing he won't be able to last and neither will Chan judging by how fast his thrusting got.

Chan bucks his hips down your throat, his cock throbbing as he shots hot ropes of cum down your throat. You grunt, swallowing every last drop before pulling away. Chan pants heavily, forehead slick with sweat as you look at him. You smirk, licking your lips and swallowing again.

"Yum." You giggle, making Chan groan deeply.

"Tease." He mumbles to which you giggle at.

"Chan, stop talking. I can't concentrate." Chan rolls his eyes, kissing your cheek gently before excusing himself to use the bathroom. 

"This pussy is so good. It's so tight and warm." Minho cries out, sounding desperate the more he thrusts. You hum, purposely clenching around him to help him chase his high. 

"I know you're close, lino. Stop delaying it." You purr, pushing your hips back so your ass hits his pubic bone. He pants, swallowing hard as he grips your hips.

"Want to.. I want to last for a bit longer."

"That's cute." You coo, "But I know you want to cum inside, am I right?" Minho nods slowly, whimpering. "So, why don't you, darling?"

You smirk, seeing Minho visibly shiver at your words. His cock throbs and twitches inside you, covering in your juices. 

"You feel too good though. Tight and warm. I want to last. I want more." 

You tsk, rolling your eyes. "And here I thought filling me up with your seed would be more satisfying. How disappointing."  Your words send shivers down his spine, hips being marked by his fingernails as they dig into your flesh. 

"Fuck you, y/n." You giggle cutely, smirking as Minho's movements come to a halt. A sting of moans and "Fucks" escape his lips as he fills you to the brim with his seed. His cum and Jisung's mixing together, leaking out of you slowly and dripping down your thigh.

Minho lazily thrusts inside, pushing his cum further inside you. You hum softly, his cock growing flaccid indicating for him to pull out – which he does.

He sits to the side, panting heavily and wiping his forehead. You grin as Jisung stands and approaches you. You whimper, shivering at his suffocating presence. He kneels on front of you, stroking your cheek gently. Your body feels weak, face leaning into the palm of his hand as he coos at you.

"You're doing so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." You whimper, "How are you feeling?"

You think for a second. The adrenaline soon dies down making you realize that you're a little tender and thirsty. You feel sticky between your legs, throat dry and feeling like it's sticking together.

"Thirsty."  You croak out, clearing your throat. Jisung nods, grabbing some water and helping you sip it before kissing your forehead gently.

"Do you want to carry on?" You nod slowly, a blush creeping up on your cheeks

"Yes." You whisper, shyly.

"You enjoying it too much, baby?" Jisung chuckles. You nod slowly, cheeks now turning pink. Jisung grins, kissing your cheeks gently.

"When all this is over, I will take care of you baby. Treat you like a princess." 

"I love you." 

"I love you too." You mewl softly as Hyunjin approaches you.

He presses his lips against yours gently. Your lips move together in a slow and delicate kiss, which is different from how you've been treated so far. He's gently, soft. He's thinking about you, treating you with care.

With your lips still locked together, he gently pushes you down on your back before kneeling between your legs. His hands planted by the sides of your head on the ground. He pushes his tongue inside your mouth, humming softly at the taste.

His hand travels down your torso, fingertips meeting your sensitive clit. You whimper, hips bucking at the sudden contact. He rubs gentle, soft circles on your clit, using your slick as lube. He could feel how swollen you are, mentally noting that you're reaching your limit soon and to be gentle.

"Are you sure you're still okay?" He whispers against your lips.

"I'm sure, Jinnie." You purr, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tangle your fingers into his hair.

"A hundred percent?" You hum, kissing his lips sweetly. Hyunjin pushes himself inside you slowly, stopping when half his length is inside. He thrusts slowly, picking up the pace once your moaning becomes frequent.

You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him close to you. He leans down and kisses your neck gently, his tip hitting your sweet spot over and over again making you wither underneath him. Hyunjin is slow and gentle, taking his time with you, focusing on your pleasure rather than his own, and even though you don't mind being manhandled, it's a nice change.

Your eyes scan the room, desperate for them to land on Jisung. Hyunjin notices, grabbing your cheeks softly in his hand to make you look at him. 

"Look at me, princess. Focus on me and only me." His voice is soft but his words are demanding, contradicting himself. You whimper, nodding slowly. "Good girl." 

He cups your soft breasts, kneading them softly. His fingertips brush against your nipples, your muscles twitch at the sensation. Hyunjin chuckles, rolling your sensitive nub between his fingers, your walls contracting around his cock. You squirm beneath him, panting softly. It feels like you're drowning.

It's slow but sensual. The sides of his cock stroking your walls in a delicious way, soft groans fall past his lips, his tip nudging and caressing your sweet spot. It makes your toes curl, it makes you forget about everyone else around you.

It's just you and him in the moment.

"Good… It's so good, Hyunjin." You breathe out, chest rising up and down. Hyunjin nods, head dipping low as his muscles shake.

"I-Im sorry but, I can't last. I know we haven't been at it for long but, watching everyone else has made me so close…. I've had to hold myself." You laugh softly, lifting his chin up gently

"It's okay, Hyunjin. You can cum." You purr, stroking his rosy cheeks. He whimpers, pushing his sweaty hair back with one hand as his hips smack into yours in a rhythmic fashion. Despite his cock twitching inside you, despite the fact he has been wanting to cum since Jisung fucked you; he holds.

"N–No. want more… want more time with you. Want to indulge in you – fuck!" You giggle, holding onto Hyunjin's shoulder. You feel his muscles tense, head dipping low as he struggles to keep this slow, steady rhythm.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, looking at you through his lashes. You shiver, mind becoming blank. Your back arches off the blankets as Hyunjins pace shifts from slow and steady to fast and powerful. You dig your nails into his skin, a hiss of pain falling past his lips.

"I'm sorry, y/n but you feel… feel too good around me. It's nothing I've ever felt before." He whimpers, feeling ashamed that he broke his promise to himself. You coo, stroking his cheek softly.

"It's okay, Hyunjin. I understand." Hyunjin simply hums before grabbing your legs. He pushes them against your chest, your lower half raising a little off the floor. He thrusts into you, the new position reaching the deepest of places. His hips slapping against yours, the wet sounds from your cunt filling up the entire living area.

"F–Fuck!" You cry out, your arms falling limp over your head. You hear someone shuffle close to you so you look up to see Felix towering over you, legs either side of your head as his fist lazily stroking his hard cock.

"P–Please…" He begs, cheeks pink. He feels shy that his friends get to see him like this, embarrassed almost, but seeing you in a compromising position, having his friends take turns in using your body, made him weak. You coo at his soft, yet submissive attitude.

"Does the baby girl want to play?" You smirk, noticing how he shivers and his strokes getting faster. He whimpers, nodding slowly. You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. Felix swallows, slowly pushing his cock in your mouth and down your throat.

You close your eyes as you wrap your lips around him. Felix starts thrusting down your throat, the position making it easy for him to deepthroat you, which he does; more than once. Tears well in your eyes, slowly falling from the corners. The sides of Felix's cock stroke your throat whilst Hyunjin's strokes your walls.

"F-Fuck." Both men groan in unison. Your body tingles with pleasure making your toes curl. Beads of sweat roll down Hyunjin's temples, Felix whimpering and groaning, trying to hold back. You found it so adorable you almost feel sorry for him.

"Shit." Hyunjin pants. He quickly pulls his cock out off you, pumping himself fast. You hum softly feeling hot ropes of cum shoot onto your stomach. Hyunjin groans deeply, hips bucking in his hand as he empties himself on you.

Felix's watches, his own cock twitching in your mouth. His movements become erratic, desperate as he struggles to chase his own high. You swallow around him a few times to help him, your tongue caressing his cock. With a few more thrusts and a whine, Felix empties himself down your throat. You swallow each drop, Felix biting his lip as he watches your throat move in time with your swallows. He pulls out of your mouth slowly, kissing your lips. He hums at the salty residue on your lips. 

"Thank you." He mumbles as he pulls away. You furrow your brows in confusion.

"For what?" You push yourself up with your hands to sit up.

"For letting me, y'know." You laugh softly, kissing his cheek gently.

"Don't thank me, lix. It was fun." You grin. Felix hums in acknowledgement, a faint pink tint on his cheeks as he excuses himself to the bathroom to clean up.

Your gaze falls on the last remaining people, Jeongin and Seungmin. Jeongin's slowly palming himself, hips bucking in his hand as Seungmin's lazily stroking himself. You crawl over to the two men, ignoring the fact your lower back muscles and hips are screaming at you and the mixture of bodily fluids that are seeping out from your cunt.

You position yourself between Jeongin's legs, stroking his thighs gently as you look at him with doe eyes.

"Need help?" Your voice is deep, raspy. Throat tender and sore. Jeongin nods slowly, biting his bottom lip. "Are you shy?" You whisper loud enough for him to hear. He nods again to which you smile warmly.

"Don't worry. We don't have to if you don't want to, hun." You state, trying to put his mind at ease. He swallows, his eyes darting along your face. Dried up drool and tear stains coat your skin, body and hair wet with sweat and cum. Marks from where the others have gripped onto you; it's a sight Jeongin will never be able to forget.

"I want it… I want you." 

"How would you like me, Hun?" You figured if he calls the shots, maybe he would relax a little bit. You want him to feel just as good as you would; despite the fact you're nearing your limit.

"Is it okay if I stand and you… y'know–" You giggle and nod.

"Of course. Do whatever you feel comfortable with."

"What about you though? Are you comfortable with it?"

"I am if you are." You state to which Jeongin nods. He stands, pulling down his sweatpants and boxer shorts. His cock springs free, goosebumps appear on his skin from the contrast of the cold air hitting his hot skin. 

You kneel, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. You pump him slowly, smiling and feeling content when he starts to relax. You kiss his cockhead, salty pre-cum coats your lips to which you lick away before swirling your tongue around him. He hums softly, looking down and watching you as you wrap your lips around his cockhead.

He grunts, the warmth of your mouth suffocating him. You take half of his length inside your mouth, the corners feeling stretched out. You hum around him, closing your eyes as you suck him at a steady pace. You feel his fingers tangle in your hair, strangled moans leaving his lips as he bucks his hips, allowing himself to get lost in the pleasure you provide him.

Your eyes flutter open, looking to the side. You beckon Seungmin to you, not wanting him to feel left out. He walks to you, standing by your side. You hum softly, wrapping your fingers around his length. You pump him in time with your sucks, both men groaning and moaning.

You swipe your thumb a few times over Seungmin's cockhead, smearing his pre-cum around as your tongue wraps around Jeongin. Jisung approaches you from behind, stroking your hair and watching you pleasure his two friends.

"You enjoying yourself babe?" You hum as a response, eyes fluttering close. "You're doing so well, darling." You feel Jisung kneel behind you, his lips pressing against the sweaty skin of your neck. He plants soft and tender kisses along your neck and shoulder blade, whispering about how good you have been and how he is so proud of you.

Your cheek flush red at his praises, encouraging you some more. Your tempo speeds up on both men, both of them moaning, their legs shaking and threatening to give up.

Without warning, you feel hot ropes of cum shoot on your arm and hand, slowly trickling down. You look to the side, feeling and seeing Seungmin thrust his cock in your hand slowly as he rides out his high, his cock twitching with each release before going flaccid.

You let go, Seungmin kneeling down and kissing your head gently as a thank you. You hum again, holding onto Jeongin's thighs as you pick up your speed. You feel his muscles tenses and shake underneath your fingertips, indicating he is close.

Jisung never leaves your side, whereas Seungmin rushes off to clean up. Jeongin suddenly grips onto your hair, pushing all his length in and down your throat, your nose touching his pubic area. Your eyes widen at the sudden confidence, Jeongin looking down at you with apologetic eyes. 

He thrusts down your throat, unable to contain his onslaught of whorish moans and whimpers. You're surprised at how vocal he is considering he is the most shy person in the room. His moans sound delightful, whimpers occasionally replacing the moans. 

"Can't… good… cum!" He's lost in pleasure, his brain failing to form sentences. It's been a long time since he's felt this good. He suddenly pulls out of you, pumping himself fast. You smirk, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out flat. Jeongin pants erratically before bucking his hips. Ropes of cum shoot out onto your face and tongue, an endless amount of sorrys leave Jeongin's lips. 

Jisung laughs behind you, watching the youngster fail to calm down. Jeongin flushes red, feeling embarrassed. As soon as his high faded, he tucked his cock back into his underwear before taking his t-shirt off. He kneels in front of you, wiping his cum off your face with his shirt.

"Thank you." Jeongin nods before rushing off. You sigh, collapsing against Jisung's chest. He holds you close to him, kissing your cheek gently.

"Are you okay?" His voice is sweet and lace with concern. You hum, the events catching up to you, adrenaline and hormones fading. Your body feels heavy with sleep, muscles screaming at you. You feel sticky. Body fluids and sweat coat every inch of your skin. Throat dry and raw.

"Tired." You whisper, leaning all your body weight onto Jisung. He laughs softly, the boys noticing how drained you look. They rush around, gathering bottled water, clothing, towels; the standard aftercare stuff. Chan disappears into the bathroom, the sound of the bathtub being filled up.

"Sorry if we were too hard on you, y/n." You open your eyes slowly, Felix biting his lip as he wipes away the body fluids with a damp cloth.

"Yeah. If we hurt you, we didn't mean it in any way." Minho states, him and Changbin cleaning up your most intimate area. Seungmin helps you drink some water, Hyunjin wipes away your sweaty forehead as Jisung supports your body weight with his.

"It's okay, I had so much fun regardless. Maybe we could do it again some other time." 

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[slytherbun]

daddy kink + consensual dubcon with hotch please 🥹🙏🏻

kinktober

pairing: dom!mean!aaron hotchner x reader

summary self explanatory lol

word count: 0.5k

warning: please proceed at your own risk as this contains dark content such as consensual dubcon with breeding.

note: hey anon! hope it’s okay i added breeding. sorry if not

mascara streaked down your cheeks, lips puffed with lipstick smeared across your face and your tits were full of bruises. your nipples were sensitive, burning from the squeezes and pinches of his fingertips.

continuously, aaron cruelly rolled your nipples between his fingers while he pumped in and out of your wet destroyed pussy.

everytime he pushed back inside of you forcefully, his groin hit your clit hard without apology. he kept you in place with at least one of his hands at all times.

every shove of his cock pushing back inside you, caused your body to move and jerk with the overstimulating sensitivity.

“daddy-“ you pleaded, your eyes were closed and all you could focus on was the sounds of his skin slapping against yours and the noise from your wetness. wetness that you didn’t mean in the first place, it was just your body responding. “please!”

he smirked, grabbing your chin uncaring if he bruised you or that your eyes weren’t open. “open your mouth.” when you didn’t comply he stopped fucking you, leaving his whole length inside.

“i said open your mouth.” he demanded in a serious tone.

you opened your mouth slowly, not wanting the punishment of not doing so and he spit in your mouth. “swallow slut.” he continued his pumping, your wetness growing again embarrassingly and you squeezed his length when you swallowed.

aaron smirked. “see you’re just a doll, it was so easy just to slip inside you and use you.” your hip bone was bruised where he gripped onto it like a lifeline. “please stop.” you murmured, feeling at a loss.

he ignored your pleads and pressed his hand down on your lower tummy. “i’m so close to finishing inside of you, coating your walls with my cum. do you want a bump too as well instead of just my cock in your tummy? give my son a sibling and make you stuck with me. use you whenever i want.” he hummed.

your eyes watered with more tears at the thought of that, not wanting him to even finish inside of you. but you had no choice but to take it when he started slowing his movements, the burning sensation of needing more but also wanting him to stop completely.

you started to try and get out of his grip but his fingertips were quicker and pushed down on your skin while he slapped your face with his other hand. “stop it, our friends are in the hotel room next door. you don’t want them to hear do you?” you opened your eyes wide in realization and shook your head.

“no daddy.” you murmured and he loosened his grip. flicking your nipple. aaron then turned your body around and pushed you against the wall as in teasing. almost hoping they did hear.

grabbing your hair in his fist. he started pushing inside of you deep again, his balls hitting your clit with every rough, punishing push inside. “now be quiet and let me finish in this little tight pussy.”

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

Something something something kidnapping nikto and forcing him to be your scratch toy :((. -tw: gore, also carving your name into his cheek.

Every bite you leave on the man draws blood and by the first few hours his shouts have lost their bark. Another tiresomely round of torture that he would rather not increase, just turning himself into a good kidnappee while he prays that his team finds him in time.

Or don't, its his fault eitherway. They don't even know he's kidnapped because he takes unexpected leaves, the only man who would by chance know is the colonel. But he stormed off in anger last he was so, all hopes lost.

He's just going to be your good toy until you lose your guard or let him die. Whichever comes first, for now he's letting you carve your name into his cheek, another scar on top of the burns. Suppressing a sob when the knife slips into the inside of his cheek, tongue darting out instinctively to taste the sharp intrusion on velvety walls only to cut his soft tongue on your knife.

Suppressing a whine because even he'll admit it. He's grown mild in the short time he was taken, forced to do things against his will and he likes it too much. The mindless simplicity of it all and being taken care of when he's tied up, just stuck in his own mind.

"Awee, stupid boy, cut your tongue because you were being so dull and dumb weren't you?", and all he can do was nod because yes. He is just a dumb little toy, needing your every order and more, he can't do anything by himself even you can see that. Just lifting his neck ever so obediently when you pull his chin, squishing his cheeks harshly as your nail digs into his mouth from his cheek.

Wide eyes looking up at you as he whines from the pain, a sort of wheeze more than a whine. Opening his mouth while your fingertips dig into his jaw, making his heart beat faster as you pinch his tongue. Finger digging and opening the cut on his tongue before you spit on it. Forcing him to swallow as he moans from the taste of ashes.

"Speak, do you want me to continue hm?", and he nods because it's the only right answer. Wrong. He knows because feels a sharp sting to his bleeding chin, immediately making the wounds throb up in pain and a cry to tear from his throat.

You don't respond, letting him figure out what was wrong as he feels you pinch at his skin, peeling it from the flesh momentarily beforehand he speaks. Just like you told him to.

"Yes yes, continue- I-"

"Good boy, that wasn't so hard was it?"

Immediately wincing as you cup his other cheek. Muscles tensing as he awaits the next cut and it happens quickly too. Your full name on his cheek and a cut on his tongue.

He was going to die here. And he's just glad his death isn't lonely.

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Masterlist

[cosmal]

𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

summary — eddie likes to ask stupid questions in bed when he wants to tease.

warnings/tags — fem!afab!reader, she/her, smut, 18+, piv, a little mean eddie, shy!reader

note — requested here!

You get really shy with Eddie sometimes. He makes it really hard to be, but it happens.

But with his hot palms spreading your thighs open, making slow work at ensuring sure his touch is too light, it’s hard not to be.

“You’re really quiet,” he says too knowingly.

You bite your lip, Eddie moves to tug it free with his rough thumb, smearing spit down your chin. You frown.

“C’mon baby,” he coos, really light, in that tone he knows you love. You do. Your entire stomach aches with it.

“M’sorry,” you gasp when the head of his cock nudges your clit. “Sorry,” you echo, all wet with the water building in your eyeline.

Eddie hums, smearing slick over your cunt with his cock. He looks a mixture of sympathetic and impatient. Your legs quiver.

He keeps bumping your clit, showing zero signs that he wants to be inside you. You know he does, but you also know he’s always content with teasing.

“Eddie,” you murmur. Eddie smiles.

“Yeah?”

“Please- ah,” you jolt, “please, fuck me.”

He brings a thumb to spread you open, brows pinched with something that looks like sympathy. “I love it when you use your words, baby.”

You smile wetly, eyes shining under the lamp next to Eddie’s bed. It casts your skin amber, he thinks you’re fucking gorgeous. He shows you how much so when he slides his hands flat over the curve of your belly. Squeezing and tugging you closer like it’s entirely possible.

“Uh-huh.”

Eddie finally slides in and you gasp, swallowing a ragged breath. You squeeze your eyes shut when he reaches the hilt. He stills, aware that the stretch is sometimes a lot.

“You okay?” he asks, hands finding their way to your hips. He squeezes the fat there not cruelly but certainly not gently.

“Yeah,” you hum, nodding your head against his scratchy pillow. The sudden smell of him, something like hair wash and sweat, overwhelms you. You go dizzy. “Yeah, Eds.”

When he sets a rhythm, the thud of his cock kissing your sweet spot has you holding your breath. You push your head to the side and down into his bed.

Eddie doesn’t stop, but he slows to a rhythm that has you clenching. “Hey,” he tuts, tapping the side of your face, “look at me. I wanna see your face while I stretch you open.”

You hum agreeably, turning your head so he has a clear view of your face. Using a hand, he cups your warming cheek, prodding and grazing softly.

“That’s better,” he smiles, teeth shining.

You have this thing whenever Eddie fucks you, where you get really, really quiet. You don’t mean to, it just feels so fucking good. You’ll either hold your breath or bite down into your lip. Eddie has told you time and time again that he loves to hear you. Open up, baby. Wanna hear those pretty moans. He usually does.

He watches your face the entire time, he knows when something might be wrong. You might be quiet but he also trusts that you’ll tell him as well. Still, he’s attentive and knows your limits.

“I’m gonna get you to speak up, you know that right?” he asks, thumb finding purchase on the little bead of your clit. He’ll use every sweet trick he knows to get there.

You gasp, it’s all pitched up and pretty, drawn out into the loveliest moan. Eddie fastens, your cunt a vice around him. “That’s it, baby.”

Eddie’s really determined to get more from you. Anything. “Hey,” he slows to hit really deep inside you. Your knees press into his sides. “what’s your favourite movie at the moment?”

You turn to look at him, head a little empty. It takes you a moment to realise what he’s actually just asked you. Your teary eyes turn to a glare. He snorts.

“What?” you choke out. All you can focus on is the way his cock keeps hitting that perfect spot. Him him him.

“Favourite movie?” he repeats. It’s worse when he leans over to spit on your hot cunt, smearing his saliva into your clit, like the question hasn’t even bothered him. You jolt with every lovely touch.

“Ed—” you choke, flinging backwards a little. His fingers are attentive — his cock worse. “Eddie, stop.”

He thinks your little frown is fucking adorable. Rolling your nipple through his rough fingers, he tries again. “You heard me. Favourite-“ he snaps his hips. You gasp. “movie?”

“Uh—” One hand on your clit, the other rolling your nipple, is more than distracting. Overwhelmingly so. “I don’t know.”

“C’mon baby,” he begs. If it was over anything else, you’d have it in you to find it hot. But he’s trying to get under your skin and you hate that it’s working. You hate that it’s turning you on more.

You shake your head, hair a mess underneath you, pouting in a way that you know will have him unraveling. He does. When he clocks your little teary eyes and throws his head back with a long suffering groan.

His hands are hot and heavy when they come up to your face to cup your cheeks. The roughness of his thumbs are distracting enough for you to not realise he’s slowed inside you.

“Hey,” he coos, entirely too gently for the teasing mood you know he’s in. “C’mon.”

He taps your cheek and you capture his gaze. Eyes full of mirth, too smug for your liking. You know the softness is about to be lost on you. “Eds,” You whine and Eddie doesn’t know if he adores it or thinks it’s bratty. Punishable.

He thinks it can be both.

He fastens his pace. Going from shallow and slow, to deep and rhythmic. It has your pinched brows raising with surprise, high-pitched gasps pushing past your swollen lips.

“Let’s make this easier, huh?” he asks, acting like he isn’t fucking your brains out. He fucks like there’s two things going on in his head. Fucking you onto him and hitting you in all the right places, and being content with teasing you all night. You’re not sure which he’s better at.

“Yeah?” you ask.

Eddie tugs your lips up into a crooked smile. You keen under his touch.

“Think it might rain tonight?” You want to kiss the smug smile off his face. Or pinch it. You’re not sure.

His hands on your cheeks and throat. His happy trail tickling your pelvis. The heat of his clammy skin sticking to yours. His tiny gasps. It’s all your head is full of. He’s entirely too intoxicating for you to form any other thought that isn’t Eddie.

Eddie’s cock. Eddie massaging your sticky, wet clit. Eddie touching, touching, touching you. It’s too much.

“E…” you stutter, “Stop. Stop it.”

Eddie chuckles, deep and rough, “Aww, baby. Can’t say anything, now, can you?”

You go cockdrunk underneath him. A babbling mess, reaching your hands up to grasp at him. Anything. His shoulders, his back, his neck.

“Eds,” you murmur. It rambles off into incoherence when his cock feels deep enough that you feel you’ll be moulded around him. “Eddie, c’mere.”

He does. Grinning, he leans down to be chest to chest with you. Hand pinned between your bodies, still toying with your swelling clit. “Sweetheart,” he chuckles, “You’re being awfully loud. I love it.”

You ignore him, pressing your lips into his hot neck. The patch of skin right underneath his ear that you know always has him melting. When you suckle his clammy skin between your wet lips he groans, hips stuttering inside you.

You whimper and mumble around his skin, relishing in his own noises. How his cock feels even better when you’re doting him with your own loving.

Eddie realises he’s distracted. His hand stills and so does his relentless cock. “Hey,” he chuckles. Pulling away from your bullying mouth. “You’re distracting me.” He keeps doing that thing he always does where he hits you deep inside every time he says something. Grunting to punctuate his teasing.

He looks down at you, grinning like a schoolboy, “Vixen.”

“Come back,” you pant, scratching at his back.

“No, I’m trying to get you to be loud,” he tells you like it makes any sense.

“Can’t you,” you gasp when he rolls his hips, “can’t you try some other way?”

He kisses you over your cheek, “Yeah?”

“Please,” you choke.

You can feel something building. The coil in your stomach. The pretty moans in your throat.

“We can try something different.” He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. Hitting a new angle now.

“Eddie!” you plead.

“That’s it, baby,” he coos. “Knew I could get you to be loud. Just needed some encouragement, huh?”

Eddie’s very good at getting what he wants, no matter which way he gets it. And he’ll make you sing all night.

[lunetoone]

be a good criminal will you ?

being in a relationship with the duke of the prison sure leads to crazy roleplays and this night is one of them.

wriothesley x nb!reader

you can't help it, the way he manhandles the criminal and cuffs them. twirling the handcuffs and him pining the prisoner to the ground, its all bothering you with dirty thoughts of him capturing you. when brought up to wriothesley he cant help but fulfill your fantasies.

tied handcuffed to a chair, your hand behind the chair and legs tied to the legs of the chair. clothes barely on leaving you in your under wear, the rest exposed to the tall man Infront of you observing your beautiful body with lust in his eyes.

" you should've brought this up sooner, look at you just.. gorgeous" his eyes looking everywhere but your eyes, bulge very visible. your small whimpers of embarassment makes you regret bringing this fantasy up to him, your eyes avoiding contact with his "now.. tell me what punishment should you get, should i give you no parole?" a low laugh escapes him, making you shiver from the boom of his deep and hoarse voice. his sassyness never fails even in intimate situations.

"or you could just receive punishment in another way" his hands find your chin, making you face his lustful eyes, his coat long gone on the floor. his mouth find yours, his free hand going down to pinch and rub at your nipples, your moans and whines goes unheard from him. "shit you look so hot"

he unbuckles his belt throwing his pants away and letting you take in the bulge from his boxers, the huge bulge already can confirm of his big cock. "you think it'll fit in your small mouth?" he coos and chuckles to himself, smirking. "hmm .. I'll make it fit" he slides down his boxers, cock slapping his abdomen. he spits onto his palm and strokes his cock, mixing it with precum. he grabs it and lines it at your mouth, you open your mouth willingly with no questions, your eyelashes fluttering at him waiting for him to shove it in "huh i really trained you well didn't i?"

he slides it slowly, almost all of his cock is in your mouth. you lick and suck at them making him throw his head back and hands grabbing at your hair gripping at them "shit, you have no patience do you" he stares at you for a good second and starts moving your head, following a rhythm and you bopping your head with. your tongue makes him groan eyes shutting.

"ah.. you really need that parole do you?" he laughs again at his joke and you only furrow your eyebrows and sucking harder and faster making him stop his laugh and just groan in surprise. "youre loving this aren't you? your fantasy being fulfilled must make you wet all over" he's right, your thighs are rubbing against each other and you want to touch yourself so bad, touch his shaft but your tied hands makes you unable to. "ah i see, you want me to uncuff you" you only moan in answer, the hum reaches his dick and he groans, his hands still gripping your hair. "fuck- criminals don't get anything, the only thing you'll do is be obedient and listen to me"

the comment makes you wetter, "now suck and quit complaining". your tongue licks his tip and his dick, head bopping. he presses your head closer to him making you take all of him, "ha... im close"

you fasten your pace and continue to use your tongue to continue your abuse on his dick. "shit- im coming" with a groan he pushes your head closer to him his head throwing back and hot sees flowing down your throat, your underwear wet from the orgasm you also experienced. "swallow every bit."

he pulls out and watches as you swallow, you open your mouth tongue sticking out "such obedience" he stares at your underwear and smirks "sucking me got you all wet huh? dont worry, I'll make sure to let you scream so loudly that the entirety of teyvat hears you".

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Fortuna: Chapter Eight

Fortuna: Born with what seemed to be the worst luck in the world, you have managed to get into, and out of, life-threatening situations all your life. That is until the plague of 1514. You had escaped Mother Death countless times before, but not this time. Mother Death has taken a liking to you, and with your kindling relationship, you become that which historians whisper about. You are the great Fortuna, Goddess Incarnate of luck, and ruler over fortune and fate. No one could have anticipated what your ties with Death would bring you: Pain. Torture. Death. Love.

Warnings: Blood, Drugging, Torture i.e. Flagellation & Self-Flagellation, Non-Consensual Cilice Usage, Religious Self-Harm, Religious Extremists (And Other Dark Themes), Mean Nuns (Who Think Reader is Possessed By the Devil), Gore (Wound Discussion/Treatment).

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x ImmortalSpanish!Reader, Reader’s nickname is Fortuna. Fortuna is the Roman Goddess of personified luck and ruler over fortune and fate.

Word Count: ~2.9k

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October 1927

You had been hastily dressed in a dress of the lady of the manner, the same lady that had fled, only several nights previously. You found it fitting, finding some satisfaction in Roderick Burgess being spurned further by another woman. But the sting of being taken from Morpheus had yet to settle in your body and your heart still felt very much raw. He had won this round, and you both knew it. The door to your new prison was thrown open revealing Alex and a few guards. You eyed them warily as the young man stepped into the room. 

“My father has died,” Alex explained shortly. Your eyes widened a fraction, Death had surely come for him. She had been so close, so close, but there was naught she could do to help you and Dream’s predicament. You blinked and looked down at the powder blue dress covering your body. His father had died, what did Alex want with you then? Alex shuffled his feet and took a deep breath. “I will not have you held here any longer, Goddess Fortuna.” Your eyes sharpened and dread quickly filled you as the guards came into the room and approached you. Your fingers gripped the edge of the metal frame of the bed you sat on, but your strength was no match against the two burley mortals and you were jerked to your feet. 

“I am sending you away,” Alex continued as you watched another guard come in with a little brown bottle in hand. You started twisting against the hands holding you, but the guards had long since learned of your fiery ways and quickly put your struggles to rest. Alex looked at you with a slightly pained expression as your jaw was pried open and a liquid was poured into your mouth. You choked on the bitter liquid and immediately started spitting it out. But they wouldn’t let you and clamped your jaw closed, then pinched your nose. Your squirmed and writhed in their grasp, knowing what they wanted. Your lungs started burning and instincts forced you to swallow. The moment you did, your jaw and nose were released and you were coughing. Alex stared at you with pity as you greedily sucked in air and coughed, the remaining traces of the medicine forced into your body dripping down your chin. 

“Tu destino será una pesadilla eterna,” (Your destiny will be an eternal nightmare.) You rasped, jerking your arms against the ones holding you captive. Alex might not have understood your words, but he knew just by the way your eyes glimmered gold for a few moments that you were setting a dark fate. Alex’s hands clenched into fists and you were dragged away. He was making the right choice, he had to be. After all, he couldn’t just keep you locked up, but he also couldn’t release you, not when you could go running to authorities… so he was going to send you to a remote monastery in Slovenia. You would no longer be his problem, you would no longer haunt him. As you were dragged through the manor, your limbs started to go heavy and your body began to be a dead weight. Before you even left your prison, you were pulled under. 

You didn’t remember much about your journey, just that it was a rough one. You were clearly on a boat being rocked by swells of water. There were slaps of water and howls of wind. England was no doubt long gone as was your beloved lover, and it ripped your heart to pieces until you weren’t sure you were capable of feeling anything other than crippling heartbreak. Upon disembarking from the ship that had taken you to a place of unknown, you were met with unknown sights and an unknown language. There were a few other women with you, all herded onto a simple wagon pulled by a horse. It didn’t take long for you to realize what the other women were, with the way they cowered away from you and clutched rosaries, they could only be one thing: nuns.

They were muttering passages from the bible, whispering prayers, and making crosses across their plain black bodies. If there was one thing you did understand from their murmurs it was that they were continually calling you ‘diaboli’, the devil. Alex must have sent you along with a word to explain you. He had probably told the convent that you had the devil in you, giving you ever-lasting life, that your tongue was forked and you were not trustworthy or truthful. You were probably painted to be the epitome of what the nuns feared most and that did not bode well for you. The old wagon trundled along a dirt path towards a walled-off community with a stone cathedral rising in the center. Massive gates creaked open and the wagon carried into the walled convent. Already you could feel the strict and oppressive atmosphere. 

You were directed from the wagon to the bowels of the stone cathedral. Everywhere you looked were women dressed in strict religious habits, with no hair or skin in sight. Only strict faces in complete devotion. This place may be holy grounds, but you knew that it would be your hell. 

First, the nuns had you wash yourself… no, that wasn’t correct, they didn’t trust you to behave so they did it for you. After all, you had the devil in you. Your skin was harshly scrubbed, blessed oil then rubbed into your inflamed flesh. Then scissors had been taken to your lengthy hair, the very hair that hadn’t once been cut in the last decade. You felt that the length was like chains at times, but they didn’t just cut it, they hacked at your hair until it was just a patch of short strands that barely covered your scalp. You hated that you ended up crying over it, the nuns certainly thought so. In reality, you cried over the fact that it had been Morpheus’s gentle fingers that kept your strands tangle-free. You mourned that the locks that your lover stroked at night were shorn like you were a sheep, and the nuns, none of them gave you any source of comfort or compassion. You were just an unruly girl, possessed and in need of breaking, and they would. 

By the time you were ready to see the Abbess, you had been shoved into a plain smock dress that scratched at your skin and doused in holy water. They really did think you were possessed by the devil. Finding your bare feet stumbling across cold cobbles, you were pushed into an office. In front of you was the Abbess of the convent, her face strict and weathered. You didn’t bother lifting your eyes to meet her gaze, you didn’t speak Slovene, the language the nuns around you had been chittering away in. Tears stung in your eyes at the hollowness and heartbreak you felt beneath your breast. You were stuck in a place where you didn’t understand the language, your heart might as well have been ripped out of your chest, and you had no way of getting back to your beloved. 

“I have been warned that the devil lives within your soul, child,” You flinched at the clearly articulated English words spoke. Your eyes flickered up and you saw the old Abbess observing you, the tears gathered in your lashes were not unnoticed. “Make peace, girl, you shall find salvation here. I will rid you of your devil, no matter how long that may take.” 

“I have been taken from mi luz against my will,” (My light.) You shakily pushed out, hoping that she was sensible enough to help you. “I must return to him, please, it hurts to be away from him.” The Abbess’ look of kindness and sympathy fooled you as you trembled in place. “My heart feels like it is being ripped to pieces.” For the first time in over a decade, you were hugged by someone other than Morpheus, and it felt wonderful. Then your hopes came crashing down. 

“Oh my child, can you not see how he has corrupted you? How he has poisoned your mind?” The Abbess told you gently. “You do not need to suffer from his taint any further, we will help free you, my child. That devil of yours will learn to fear the wrath of God. You have my word.” All hopes of leaving to reunite with Morpheus fizzled out and you broke down, your tears flowing freely and agonized sobs churning in your chest. The older woman continued to hold you, misinterpreting your reaction, your words. She was convinced that you had a devil in you and would not stop until she had ripped it from your body. 

May 1928

Sharp barbs were biting into the already raised and bloody flesh of your back, tearing more wounds into your skin. Silent tears were running down your hollowed cheeks and dripping to the worn stone beneath your knees. Every week, on the holy day of Sunday, you were put through the mortification of flesh all for the sake of spiritual discipline. At the start of your flagellation, you had been told that inflicting pain on yourself and creating open wounds would push the devil from your body. While everyone had relaxed around you, the nuns at the convent were still very much convinced that you were possessed by the devil and disciplined you with a firm hand. But this session, this session wasn’t because it was Sunday, it was because you had tried running. You had just run from the convent and ended up in the fishing village you had arrived in, and in your search for help, you had been turned in by a faithful member of the church. 

So dragged back to the convent you were and then one of the more senior nuns was placed in charge of your penance for disobedience. Convinced that this had been your ‘devil’ acting out, the nurse was using harder than normal strikes against your already broken and wounded back. Every time the metal barbs tore at your skin you bit harder into your lip, hunching over in a kneeling position as tears rushed down your face. You were stuck over and over in the dark room, lit by a few flickering candles. In front of you was a cross, overseeing your penance. Always bearing witness to your suffering. To your pain. Was it not punishing enough that you had to feel the emotional pain of your loss? 

Sometimes the nuns would let you be the one to strike your skin, you preferred it because when you held the whip, you at least controlled how hard you struck. But not right now, right now you were being punished for disobedience against the clergy. You were stuck five more times in-between rattles of Latin and prayers. Words of an exorcism even. Then you were told to rise to your feet and lift the skirt of your smock. You dreaded these moments the most, and after your near escape you no doubt would be wearing the cilice for at least a week, if not more. The nun was quick to wrap the painful barbed chain around your right thigh and cinched it tight until you felt old scabs break and fresh blood drip down your leg. Your lip trembled and you shifted your weight to your left foot. 

“Let that be a lesson girl,” The nun told you firmly. “Do not give in to the desires of the devil!” You were left to continue your penance alone and bleeding. 

January 1943

War was tearing through Slovenia, and from the whispers of the nuns and sisters around you, it was quickly spreading. You often wondered if it had reached England, had reached him. You wondered if he was still trapped and alone. But those thoughts were more fleeting in your mind these days. Something within you had broken in the last two decades and you had fallen into a listless existence. In fact, you spent most of your time tending to the wounds of the Italian soldiers sent to the convent to recuperate after being severely wounded in battle. At the moment you were treating a soldier who had lost an arm and part of his leg, his flesh had festered. You had been instructed to oversee the current treatment the doctor of the convent had prescribed him. Maggot therapy. The little insects could clean a wound of necrotic and infected skin. It was an unsavory task that required a strong stomach, and you had long since been assigned the most gruesome and revolting of tasks at the convent. You were reaching up to dab at the sweat gathering at his brow when someone called for you in Slovene. 

Your head turned to see one of the sisters beckoning you over to her. Setting the cloth in hand aside, you hurried over to give her the assistance she required. It involved preparing a teenage soldier for an amputation of his hand, which had been blown apart by a faulty grenade. He barely had any flesh left to recognize as fingers and bones could be seen. He, at the very least, was high on morphine and his cries of agony were dimmed to muted whimpers. You were tying down his ankles to the stretcher when he started mumbling in Italian. He was begging for his mother to relieve himself of the pain in his hand and mourned the fact that he had once been a skilled violin player. He would never be able to pick the horsehair strings after a wound like this. 

“Tranquilo no passe nada,” (Relax, everything will be fine.) You whispered to him, stroking your hand over his hair. You hated lying to him, but there wasn’t much you could do for him. Your powers granted luck and fortune, they didn’t regrow limbs. The doctor’s assistants came by and carried the teenager off as you watched with sadness. 

“You are very good with children,” The scratchy voice that spoke came from behind you from a soldier. You turned in place to see Julian, an Austrian soldier that had landed in the convent after being stationed in Italy. He had lost part of his right leg, below the knee, and had taken shrapnel to the side of his face. He had a horrible disfigurement as a result and the raging infection he had, kept him bed-bound for the last three weeks. Julian was a very handsome man, even with his disfigurement, and had made an effort to talk to you. His subtle flirting and teasing remarks made your days at the convent bearable. You knew he fancied you, even some of the younger sisters had noticed. But would you ever have the chance to escape from this place? No, the new Abbess, the nun who had replaced the first one, was well aware of your supposed ‘devil’ that kept your youth. You would never be allowed out. 

It pained your heart to see how Julian smiled at you like you were the sun that lit his day. He had fought for his life just to see you the next time the sun rose on the horizon. But you would never be able to return his feelings, you just couldn’t, not when you had a man made of stars and dreams out in the world, hopefully longing for you just as much as you were for him. 

“I took care of many of the young ones in my village,” You explained softly as you walked over to him and sat down on the bed next to him. “How do you feel today, Julian?” 

“Like I’ve lost my dignity in front of a very beautiful woman,” Julian replied with a rasping chuckle. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the cloth handing in a water basement on the small table beside the cot. 

“And you have gone delirious from fever,” You said, squeezing out the extra water and swiping away the sweat from his brow. Julian’s eyes crinkled and he reached forwards, brushing his fingers along the edge of your coif. His fingers were searching, perhaps he wanted to touch your face, or maybe he longed to see your hair.

“If I were a whole man I would see you away from this place and marry you.” Your fingers faltered against his forehead. You didn’t know what to think, what to say… but you did feel a rawness in your heart that still refused to heal. 

“Haven’t you heard?” You replied, your eyes connecting with his once more. “I’m possessed by the devil.” Julian snorted and prepared to fire back at you that you were far too gentle of a soul to ever hurt even a fly, but something caught his attention. He was staring at your leg, eyes filled with worry. You glanced down and saw the skirt of your habit darkening. With a short gasp, your hand pressed against it and came back coated in blood. 

“Mausi,” (Mouse) Julian spoke again, struggling to get into a better sitting position. You were sharply withdrawing, setting the rag back in its basin and fleeing before you had to explain why your thigh was bleeding. Your feet carried you to a storage room filled with medical supplies and leaning back against a cold stone wall, you gathered your skirts up to look at the cilice sunk into abused flesh. Scabs from last week had broken open. You pressed your hand into your pulsating flesh, feeling the metal and blood against your fingers. It was cruel of you to give Julian hope that would never be. 

Date Published: 12/18/22

Last Edit: 12/18/22

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[kittsyspaw]

⌇Hajun (Joker) x F!Reader x Wooin (1)

Push me down, hold me down. Spit in my mouth while you turn me on I wanna take your light inside. Dim me down, snuff me out. Hands on my neck while you push it out and I'm screaming out „Give me tough love” ୨୧

╰┈➤ One of the Girls- The Weeknd

WARNINGS !! : Best friends to possible lovers, love triangle, mature themes, cringey jokes and fights, Wooin possible yandere behavior, angst kinda, Y/n rejection phobia (AGAIN, IM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ) and this isn't edited.

Your ears were deafening the screams and cheers of the people surrounding the chained ring, uninterested, you sat on a couch that was placed a bit far, some feet away from the huge bar that also collected some buyers.

They were betting again.

The screen of your phone reflected in your eyes – you were playing your game peacefully, ignoring whoever was getting punched or who was punching.

The person next to you, your childhood best friend, who was also the one who convinced you to join the 'Sabbath crew' had his legs wide open, scaring any boy who wanted to make a small talk with you with those snake-like eyes of his, sucking on a lemon flavored lollipop.

"I know exactly you're not playing Roblox right now, are you?"

"...no, I'm not."

Wooin raised an eyebrow at you, scooting closer to look at the screen, scoffing when you quickly backed away, hiding your phone from exposure.

"You're playing Royale high!?"

"So what?! You wanna play with me or what? The only reason why I'm here is to wait for Joker."

The boy with piercings crossed rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you towards his body.

You tsked when hearing the loud announcers voice boom in your ears, a ringing beating in your ears after a victory tune played off.

„Flawless knockout!! What else did we expect from The JOKER”

"Can he like hurry up??"

"He can't, he's a turtle."

"He's faster than you??"

"No??"

"Yes??"

Putting a leg over the other, you leaned your head back, regretting that decision immediately when the lights of the ceiling blinded you.

"I'm here."

"Thank god! I was losing braincells with this dude."

Wooin flinched at your sudden outburst, oh, Joker was already here, he was grinning, until he realized what you just said.

"Wow! What an amazing friend you are, Y/n."

A vein popped on his forehead as you turned around to look at your best friend, almost cracking your neck up at him.

He had baby blue colored hair, a scar running down from his bottom lip to his jaw and a tattoo under his eye, right, you loved getting lost in them for hours.

"Don't come here again, its too dangerous for you."

Joker took your chin between his thumb and index finger when you looked away, you were used to it, but it still made your heart skip a beat, panicking.

"But I wanted to see you."

"Don't I always visit you after?"

"..."

Wooins existence was completely ignored and he hated that, pinching your waist to make you turn your attention back on him–only to be met with a harsh slap on his shoulder.

It wasn't very effective but it made him laugh.

"Whatever, let's go before I pinch your ass next Y/n."

You were rethinking all of your decisions back then of befriending this motherfucker, seriously, he's so weird. The atmosphere didn't lighten one bit, oh yeah, Joker was still behind you guys, with his expressionless face.

"Are you finished Joker?"

"Maybe not him but I'm about to–"

A death stare made him smirk like crazy, Wooin loved that face of yours, it made him excited.

Why couldn't there be a black hole that just swallows Wooin forever and shuts him up? You are 100% sure that the world would come to its peace if he, for once held his mouth.

You liked Wooin more when he's on mute. Jk

"I'm done. come here Y/n"

"Yessir!"

Wrapping your arm around a more muscular one, Wooins face of jealousy was quickly replaced when you grabbed him by the hand so he tagged along.

୨୧

Joker was munching on his red apple, the juice of the fruit exploding in his oral cavity with each bite he took, his eyes were draped on your figure, gossiping with Wooin in the front seat.

"Damn...she had prove too?"

"I know right?"

He swallowed– startled when you turned your head to look at him, at the fruit in his hand specifically, gasping. "Share some!"

"This was my last."

"Give me a bite."

He held up his tattooed arm, the apple in his hand and you wrapped your smaller hand around his wrist, taking a huge bite out of the red fruit.

Flabbergasted, Jokers lips but no words came out so he finished his snack off.

"Y/n. He allowed a bite. A bite. Half of the apple is gone. Please elaborate."

"Iwm hhgungry."

Wooin sighed, starting the engine of the car so he could go buy something for the three of you. "What do you guys want?"

"I love you so much I could literally smooch you right now. Get me a double Cheese burger and a large milkshake."

"Burgers."

Wow, its the personality switch for Wooin. Whatever, you were allowed to do that. "I expect my kiss." He left the car, getting inside the place.

"Joker."

"Hm?"

The male waited for you to turn around and lock eye contact with him. "You know what im thinking?" he stopped himself from smiling.

"Yeah."

"You drive."

He shook his head and you gave him a big, sad frown. "Let's wait for him to get us the food first, then we can leave without him."

Your face beamed, the boy still held no expression, maybe its the small things that you didnt notice... The way his eyes softened.

His large hand was placed ontop of your head, automatically matching the smirk on your own face. Partners in crime.

"He's back."

You looked in the direction Joker was gesturing to with his a simple glance of his eyes, it was none other than the black haired Wooin, holding plastics bags with one hand and a cup with the other.

"My Milkshake!"

You took it from him as he handed the bags over to the other person in the backseat. You sipped on your drink, moving your legs up and down happily.

"Let me try."

Was this Jokers revenge? You handed him the Milkshake receiving the food you told Wooin to bring you.

"Say aah."

The driver complied and you fed him some fries and Jokers eyes lit up. "Me too, I want fries."

୨୧

You all went to your apartment when tho you had no plan if letting them in, you allowed it just for today. "Touch anything and I'll kill you."

This was meant specifically for Wooin who had a habit of snooping and sniffing around your stuff like a damn dog.

The place wasn't too small or too big, it was perfect. You were met with a corridor that led to your living room where a punch bag sat from the ceiling.

It was for Joker but he set it up in your house because he wanted to teach you how to defend youself.

Joker made his was to the fridge, putting in the rest overs of the food and taking out three red-bulls, giving one to Wooin and the other for you.

"Here."

"Thanks babe"

You blew him a kiss, walking inside your room to change, not noticing the way his eyes lingered on you for too long until you shut the door of your room.

Wooin soon exited the bathroom just as you left your room. "So are you two sleeping over?" One agreed in he speed of light, cutting the other one off.

Guess who was who. "Then go fetch your clothes from my wardrobe, Wooin I'm warning you. Joker, baby, can you help me?"

This wasn't the first time they slept over, they've been doing it since years so you had collected some of their clothes on that journey.

"Oh and, Joker don't forget to text your brothers that you'll be staying here."

He nodded and stood up at your request, entering your room so he could get the mattresses for him and Wooin who was getting their clothes.

"Why didn't you ask me for help?"

"Wooin. You have the build of a 5 year old, you're barely 5'10ft tall."

"Because that length went somewhere else."

You clapped your hands one time. "Alright! Thats enough bullshit for today, see you–" a pillow thrown at your face cut you off.

"Oh now you're getting it you midget."

The pillow was thrown right back at Wooin who caught it while sitting. And it went on like that between you two until you had enough, storming towards him to smash it against his head.

Joker sat on his phone, texting his younger brother–Shutting the device to be met with a scene of Wooin laying on top of you, his head on your chest.

But wooins slender arms wrapped around your torso, tackling you to the ground. "Get off me! You're heavy!!!" You whined, hitting his back with small fists.

"But I thought I was small?"

He was acting so arrogant!! Your legs were kicking up and down beside his body were squashed you to the floor.

A loud scream made the dull Joker purse his lips, you bit Wooin, his hand to be exact and it made him sit up so you took it as a chance to crawl away but fingers wrapped around your ankle.

"No!!! Joker help me!"

A evil giggle left your lips when a strong force almost made your attacker fly, it was just a cushion that hit his face.

You hurried to Jokers embrace from your childhood friend, sitting on top of his lap so his arms naturally wrapped around your body.

Wooins gaze burned blank before he returned his signature feature, his smirk which was awfully forced. "Let's watch a movie!"

The pool of jealousy that he swallowed down started to take action inside him when you didnt move, only turning around, still with Joker, big arms locking locked together beneath your chest.

His fists clenched but he kept his cool, why wouldn't you realize that it bothered him to way you flirted with Joker? Maybe it was taking him time to realize it himself?

Wooin was trying his best with you but you only saw him as a player, it wasn't like this when you two were kids, you loved him back then, attached to him at the hip while peppering him with kisses.

Everything he went through, you stood by side. His fragile heart that was protected by a cage that he build up only beat for you.

"–Wooin?"

No matter how many women tried, he only saw you.

"Wooin!!"

He looked up at you, now realizing that you were standing in front of him. "You wanted to watch a movie, right? Get changed I'll go get some snacks!"

Joker had already changed, when did he even get the chance?

୨୧

School was calling your name, two days had passed since your two friends slept over, the day after that you three hung out at random parks and you just let them doing their own things.

You hated that deal that they were upon, about the race and everything, they were giving out some drops that could increase your ability when racing.

They were just dogs for that white haired weirdo who made them test them on people, you didnt say anything and stood far away when they did.

Sanghoe, he tried to lure threaten you into also giving out these dopes but you didnt listen to single word he said, slamming the door in his face that night.

There was once a time where you spoke to Wooin about it but he wasn't even trying to listen!! So you just cut it out, knowing that his stubborn ass wouldn't take your advice.

Just the thought made you angry, you hated it when someone took a blind eye to something that could be and IS dangerous.

You pat Jays back, he has been stressing ever since Shellys friend from England came to visit her or whatever was going on.

His name was Owen. Most of the girls were swept of their feet when they saw him, you couldn't say he wasn't handsome, because he was.

But he just...wasn't your type.

Shelly stomped in the classroom, running over to your arms. "Y/n please keep me from exploding like a Volcano!!" You smiled weakly, your eyes landing on her friend who entered after her.

Oh. Owen had a big thing for Shelly but she didn't like him, being together with Jay and all but for some reason he never understood that.

You also hated people like him. Was there something fogging their brains or what?

To best honest, you thought they were siblings or twins at first...

୨୧

You had duty to clean up today so you texted Joker that you were gonna go home by yourself but he insisted to pick you up after even though you told him not to.

It was so hot so you untied your tie, opening the first few buttons of your white shirt that was beneath the blazer of the school, the tattoo above your heart peeking out a bit.

You, Wooin and Joker had the same tattoo done at the same day.

Exhausted, you opened the windows so air could refresh the disgusting classroom, cleaning the desks one by one before moving to the board that was whitened up with the chalk.

"Hey"

Your heart almost flew out of its place, you turned to the direction of the sound and there he stood, the Blondie who was head over heels for Shelly.

"What? "

Embarrassed at your accent while speaking English, you continued to wipe the gigantic board, not paying attention to him.

"You're close to Shelly, right? "

"Yeah, why? "

The male looked sorrowful, sitting on one of the desks as he watched your form as you jumped a few times to reach the highest part of the board.

"Just wondering..."

"Wait, can you wipe the top part? "

A figure towered over you, the eraser being taken from your hands as Owen helped you, taking the job because he reached the last part.

"...what does Shelly see in Jay? I'm much more handsome than him! "

He backed away and you seeked for a joking look in his face, but he wasn't. "Your attitude, its good to be confident, but fix it."

Owen looked at you like you just murdered someone. "What's wrong with my attitude?! Its perfect! I'm perfect! "

"Right, then how about you grow some balls and ask her yourself? Can't you see that she's dating him! Obviously she doesn't want you."

You scolded, placed your hands on your hips, glaring up at the male whos gaze was now on your opened shirt, noticing the tattoo.

"Bye."

Was the last thing you said before disappearing, leaving Owen behind. His hand brushed back his air, anger showing on his features.

୨୧

Joker leaned against the wall, waiting for you to get out of the school. The moment you did, he fixed his posture, taking a few steps towards you.

His eyes slid down to your exposed skin, his eyebrows knitting. Joker tugged on the red fabric, pulling you closer so he could work his way to close your shirt, with you wailing.

"No, its too hot..."

A glare was send your way and you put your warm hand over his cold one, showing him that you weren't freezing at all.

"Its cold. Now get on."

Jabbing his thumb in direction of his motorcycle, you took the helmet, wearing it then got on behind Joker, holding onto him.

It was like a needle that landed on your skin, an icy one, followed by many after it and soon it was pouring. The rain didnt stop as the sky got darker, the only source of light being other cars, the motorcycle, some lamps and signs that were discarded for people to reach a shop.

You rested your head on Jokers back, fluttering your lashes shut as you enjoyed the nice breeze, the constant droplets ringing into the music of cars beeping and tires screeching against the road.

You guys came to a stop and you were convincing Joker to come in with you because he could catch the flu by the way both of you were drenched in water.

He gave up eventually, allowing you to drag him inside and listing to your instructions as you told him to take off his clothes at the do step, not wanting to wet the carpet. You took off your uniform, wearing your leggings beneath.

Joker looked away, stealing some glances only to focuses on the floor again as you guided him to your room, leaving the boy at your bed with clothes as you changed in the bathroom, coming back with towels.

"Let me dry your hair."

As the cloth absorbed the rain water from his fluffy hair, the doorbell rang for you to go and open it. "Wooin? get inside, you'll get sick!"

You took the boy in, his hair was sticking against his forehead as hard breathes left his lungs, checking you out under those fogged glasses of his.

Wooins shirt stuck to his body, leaving an imprint of his abs visible for the eye, his gaze was hazy and you shivered at the contact of grasp on your face.

"Get me something to wear, will you?"

You nodded, Joker exiting your room to see a wet Wooin, freeing his body from the now tight shirt as he replaced his friends place in your room.

Wooins muscles flexed as he dried up his own hair, his glasses long discarded on the table next to your bed. "Y/n you're a life saver."

"What did I do?"

"Live close by, that's what. I was about to become a block of ice!!"

Your lips curled up in a smile that had Wooin linger his eyes on, wondering how his heart hasn't just cut through his flesh and seated itself on your palm already.

You were about to walk away but a strong grip kept your place, your childhood friend made you close the gap between your bodies, hugging you as if you would vanish like a ghost the next second.

Fuck...the way you ran your sweet hands through his damp hair made Wooin clench his jaw, why couldn't you be like you were back then?

It hurt him. It was ripping apart the strings that his most important organ was attached on.

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you kept stroking his head, two strong arms slithering around your neck made you gasp.

Jokers body heat collided on your back as he hugged you, face buried in your shoulder, blue hairs tickling your face.

You were sandwiched between the two, heart pumping like crazy, there was Wooin who's skin was like snow when touching with yours and Jokers whos was the polar opposite, scorching like a erupted volcano.

Wooin was trapped in a white bubble, a train of thoughts kept him intact of reality. You stopped getting close with him after he started going and 'sleeping' around with girls.

But oh he could swear he never kissed any of them, he was seeing you whenever he went out with someone. They were simply a cheap placement of you to play out his imaginations on, to feel the love that you weren't allowing him to take from you.

He could die, he wanted you to touch him. He was desperate to feel you, but you acted so oblivious to it, it made Wooin angry.

However, Joker kept his feelings to himself, locking them inside his chest, using the concrete wall he built, denying any of the admiration he had for you.

Maybe he was overdoing it, but you saved him, Joker felt free when he was with you. And he prayed that that would last forever.

He tried keeping his cool but you never failed to make butterflies flutter in his chest, your smile made him drown, choking every time you flashed him one.

It was hard for Joker too, trying his best not to just cage you against the wall and decorate you with kisses and marks to prove others that you were his and his only.

You were perfect for him, worrying and reminding him about his brothers, sometimes going over to his to cook for them and help around, even when he didn't ask that from you.

Joker wanted you for himself.

But that wouldn't work. No, he wasn't stupid, he noticed the way Wooin treated you in comparison to all the other girls and boys (even Joker himself got a different treatment) he toyed around with.

The way Wooins cunning personality just withered away, the way he showed his true colors when he was with you.

Joker knew that him and Wooin only felt safe in your arms.

And yours only.

Nobody else could make these two turn into putty in mere seconds other than you.

You want something? The next day it was in front if your door. Someone bothering you? They were dealt with personally. Feeling sad? Two warm hugs + cuddles, snacks and movies on their way.

It wasn't just you who got this treatment, but you returned every action they gave you. Your door was always the only one who was open for them.

Joker and Wooin could always tell you anything without feeling suffocated or regretting it.

You just understood them, and they understood you.

You were like the middle puzzle piece that held them together. The three of you were always matching, no matter what.

Now...It was scary, none of you able to speak about your true intentions.

These two were idiots if they believed that you didnt like them. You didn't what to hurt anyone. There was a decision to be made.

But you didnt want to decide, can't you have them both?

You loved Wooin, not because he's your childhood friend but because of how he treats you like you were worth more than a gem.

He was so gentle with you and you physically and mentally felt it. And Joker of the way he is, caring, always thinking of you.

Joker wasn't the richest and you know that, you didn't even give a fuck about those things but the fact that he tried made you melt.

He looks like he could murder (and would) but he was one of the sweetest people you knew, he didnt show it but his actions did.

There wasn't a time where you were left out when with these two. Joker and Wooin always made sure there was a space between the two for you, whether in a cinema, restaurant or a simple walk.

The familiar taste of metal made you swallow hard, blood seeped out of the rip of flesh while you bit down on your lips, licking it away with your tongue but it kept appearing to the surface.

The hug was broken apart by the boy sitting on the bed, the one behind you following after. You didnt know why you felt so empty, like a shell with no insides. The sad feeling made it hard to breathe.

You plopped down on your bed, hiding your face in the pillow, you were scared, you didn't want to ruin the relationship you had with them.

Scared of rejection.

They probably didn't like you, seeing you as a friend only. You hated this need of dragging yourself down to a standard, keep your delusions to yourself.

You felt a small shatter in your weak heart, did they love you or not? Because you think you're an idiot for liking them both.

But how could you not? Affection from others didn't work either...it was only like this with Wooin and Joker.

Closing your eyes, you felt the bed dip, an arm around your shoulder and a body laying next to yours.

Another person laid next to you on the other side, you could hear their heartbeats from here...it made you relax, stimulating your overworked brain into deep slumber.

"She's asleep."

"Hm."

"Joker?"

The boxer made a humming noise, he never took his eyes off you, your back moved along with the movement of your lungs, exhaling...inhaling sluggishly.

"I think I love her."

Well, he wasn't expecting a confession right here, right now. "She's my childhood friend. I don't care if a billion people also do,"

wooin sat up, looking Joker dead in the eye, the usual, scary glint that swirled in his eyes making the baby-blue haired male zip his lips, "Im gonna make her mine. I hate sharing but... If that's– never mind, forget it."

Now Joker was left perplexed as Wooin reconsidered his words then went to sleep, maybe this was a sign for Joker to allow his body to rest...eyeing you until his brain also shut off.

He was getting intoxicated with the smell of flowery shampoo that come from you, overtaking his senses and Joker was waiting for you to appear in his dreams tonight again.

Grrr should I continue this? I want to make a smut part but like...idk

Anyway, I hope you liked this and sorry for any mistakes!!

[sems-diarie]

sem nothing on my mind just nanamin who's training your throat to take him 🥺<3

your fingers dig into his hips. your waterline burns and your cheeks are flooded with tears. the corners of your mouth stretch and ache around nanami’s thick cock. he fills all of it, you whimper when you realize.

the tip of him pokes into your throat without even trying.

“good girl.” nanamin coos.

“mmf!” his hips jerk when you hum and the vibrations roll down his cock. you get a little eager under his gaze, warm, hooded eyes lather you in sweetness. even while your on your knees, mouth held around his cock—he looks like he’s praising you. like he’s praying to you.

“slower, my love,” nanami rasps, voice raw with want. he tugs at your hair by the root and coos, “take your time, sweetheart. m’not goin’ anywhere.”

you try to scowl, mouthing off while a dick slides relentlessly along your tongue. “m’tryming.”

“c’mon,” he taps your cheek. “relax. let me do it, darlin’.”

you pull back, just a little, sitting pretty on your knees n’ part your mouth for nanami to use. strong, big hands grab you by your cheeks. cupping your cheeks, nanamin guides you to his cock. he even shifts towards the edge of the couch to meet you halfway. the tip throbs eagerly against your nose, your upper lip, then he lets it sit nice and easy on your bottom lip.

“open that pretty mouth f’r me,” and before he’s even finished, you’re fluttering those big lashes and drooling all over the fat, leaking head of nanami’s cock. there’s a saltiness to him you’re becoming addicted to; you moan, loud and whorish, as his precum saturates your tastebuds. your mouth feels sticky, fills with a stickiness you’re crazed for. you suckle the engorged tip of kento’s cock into your mouth and drink him of everything, lather it in tongue lashes until he’s cooing at you to ease up on him. he’s an old man, y’know?

“you’re tight right here,” he reaches down to swoop his hand across and grip the front of your neck. “y’trust me not to hurt you?”

strong, tan thighs frame the sides of your cheeks as you bob your head affirmative—of course i trust you, nanami. stars float in your eyes as you gaze up at him, still licking kisses to the tip of min’s cock. because you do. you trust nanamin with everything.

“good.” he grunts. then, carefully, kento pries your jaw open and tilts your chin up.

the tip slides up your tongue. nanami scoots closer to get a better angle on your throat, fingers entangled in your hair. he rocks his hips forward and back, eases his cock in n’ out, inch by inch, until he thrusts forward finally and the tip of his cock catches on the tight, flexing ring inside you—right where your mouth meets your throat. nanami stops thrusting, just let’s the thickness sit comfortably in your mouth and listens to the eager little pants escaping your nose.

salty. just like before, but nanami also smells clean. like soap, and cologne. expensive cologne.

“giving you more.” he announces, and he does.

you whine as he eases into your throat. inch by inch, just like before. until his cock is fitted to the base and twitches in the deep of your throat. your mouth burns at the corners, stretched wide while your chin drips with drool. your husband hunches over you, a pinch in his brow and a deliciously concentrated glower passing across his handsome face. he melts as he thrusts deeper, as you swallow around him even more.

“sh-shit,” he curses. “y-you’re milking me, baby.”

it’s slimy. slippery with spit and precum, but still so tight. gripping. your throat flexes around his dick desperately, like you wanna keep it right here, heavy and hot in your mouth, forever. as if the taste and feel of nanamin’s cock is better than breathing.

blond hairs tickle your upper lip. full, heavy balls slap right onto your chin. your head bobs, your tongue flicks. excitedly lathers the underside of his dick in sweet licks—it all makes nanami melt.

“want me to cum that bad?” he croaks, cuts off into a moan when he pitches his hips down and stuffs your mouth full.

“i’ll give it to ya’,” he promises. drags his cock up your tongue and then eases it all back into your throat. “show me—show me before you swallow.”

n’ it takes a while before he does—you’re a mess by the time he’s through with you. lashes falling off, lipgloss smeared, sweat shining and mascara dripping—but when nanami does cum, you literally can’t stop yourself from swallowing, he’s so deep in your throat. some of it bursts down the sides of your mouth, too 🥺 a lot of it catches on your tongue while he’s pulling his cum-covered cock out—even as it’s still pumping out spurts of baby batter. splooges across your neck, down your breasts, fucking covers you in it <\\\\3

[dr-solomon]

Like We Don't Have Tomorrow

warning(s): dom&boyfriend!beomgyu X fem!reader, unprotected car sex, spanking, spitting, riding, kissing, dirty talk.

> my first language is not english, very sorry if i have mistakes & be safe honey bees, love ya! <

"Thank you, sweetheart." Beomgyu hugged your waist tighter and gave you a little kiss on the hair. You smiled and ran your fingers through his hair. "I felt so good."

You felt that he wasn't very happy today. That's why you took him to a fun dinner. You could see that everything was going well. But after he parked the car on the street where you live, he started hugging you so tightly that you started worrying about him again.

Stroking your waist for a while longer and he pulled back and grabbed your cheeks. After giving you a soft kiss on the lips, he also kissed you on the cheek. "Have I delayed you?" he was always worried about your sleep. "No, never." he gave you a new kiss on the lip when you said it with a smile.

You were probably at the time when you should have gone home now, but you fondled his wrists affectionately. "I don't want to go." he looked at you with admiration when you kissed his palm. "Baby..." he tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Gyu, I can still see that you're not well." you spoke as if you would have him agree to let you stay with him a little longer. Beomgyu blinked his eyes. "Y/n-"

"No." you put your hand on his lips. "Please don't refuse." He kept looking at you, not knowing what to say. "Let me help you."

He patted your cheeks and leaned back. While you were looking at him in hope, he took a deep breath. "Baby, I just feel weird for no reason." you took his right hand between your hands. "I'm tired, so it will probably pass when I go to sleep." He turned to you. "You've done everything for me, please don't tire yourself any more."

"I want to do something else." he frowned. The effort you made to make him feel good made him look at you with admiration. But he looked seriously into your eyes. "No, Y/n."

You took off your jacket. He's been watching you curiously. His lips parted when you took off your top and turned to him with only your bra on. "What are you doing?"

"I wanna ride you, Beomgyu." the sentence you resolutely formed made him look at you for a long time. You've been waiting patiently for him to say something. His eyes wandered through your body and came to your eyes again. He shouldn't have expected this.

"You wanna ride me?"

"Yes."

He hissed when you answered him without waiting. Scratching his neck, fixed his gaze on the car window. "Fuck..." chuckled in deep voice. "Ride, huh?" he turned to you, raising his eyebrows. Noticing the dark look in his eyes made you swallow. You nodded.

Pressing the button next to him, closed all the windows of the car and, "Come." called you to his lap.

You crawled on the center console and sat down on his thighs, he put his hands on your legs. "I feel more like you want to drive me crazy." gave you a few open-mouthed kisses on the chest. You ran your hand through his long hair.

Your tongues joined before your lips and pulled you into a pretty deep kiss. It was just one of those moments when Beomgyu made you wet from the just beginning...

One hand stroked your thigh, and the other hand massaged your bare back. "My girl cares about me, mmm," he whispered to your lips, continuing your intermittent kissing with lust. As you placed wet kisses on his chin and neck, he freed you from bra.

"How kind of you to be to me..." he laughed while his fingers were pinching your nipple. But the main thing that made you moan was the sentence in which he made it clear that he would never be kind to you.

He hugged you around the waist and gently leaned you against the steering wheel. You held him tightly to his shoulders while his long bangs touched your forehead. "You look so good on my lap..." his wheezing voice caused you to take an interrupted breath.

Your lips began to give each other small kisses in harmony. And when your tongues joined in this fiery decoy of your lips, you felt one hand between your legs. He pulled your panties to the side and ran his thumb over the cunt. "Mmm," he grinned, moving his lips away from yours. "What is this girl?"

You groaned shamelessly when his thumb rolled your cunt several times. "For you Beom, just for you..." you muttered breathlessly. You blinked and looked into his eyes. The street lamp a little away from where you parked had created a dim environment in the car, you owed it to see the increasingly darkening gaze in his eyes.

"You're not ashamed to drive me crazy, huh?" his hand pushed your cheek to the side in a way that could be considered hard. "Dirty girl..." he was managing, as usual, to catch your breath. "Oh," rather liked the wetness dripping on his finger. "Slut..."

He took his hand off your cunt and put his thumb on your lips. "Open your mouth." first you licked your lips, and then you opened your mouth with help from the pressure Beomgyu put on your chin. He spat in your mouth with his arrogant expression and you obediently swallowed.

"It's not for us to be slow." he murmured quietly. "Right, my girl?" you both smiled when you nodded. He leaned his forehead on yours and whispered to your lips. "Ride me baby, like we don't have tomorrow... "

In addition to the great hunger that you feel for each other, the gaze of a crazy love has also been added.

Beomgyu leaned back. You took off his T-shirt together and he gave you permission to untie his belt. Laughed at the trembling of your hands with impatience. He snarled when you took his dick out from under his boxer and took it in your palm. While you were pulling him up a few times, Beomgyu also pulled up your skirt and pulled your panties to the side. He was both impatient and drunk with your actions.

He helped you to rise, grasping your hips. When you sat down on his dick with a wet sound, he gave an audible sigh. "Woah..." the hard cock that filled you turned your eyes. "Mmmh" the hands squeezed your legs.

You never wanted to wait, started slowly rubbing your hips against him. The sounds you made started making you both moan messily. When Beomgyu growled and slapped your hip, you gave a little scream.

You started to get up, sitting on his lap, holding on to his shoulders. "Ride, ride, ride..." he spoke breathlessly as he kept slapping your hip. "You're amazing..." he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Looked so hot, you couldn't stop clenching around him.

"God..." his dick was hitting your pleasure spot very well. You were both at the point where he never hid his moans.

"So, so good my girl..."

Beomgyu bent his head down and watched you jump on his dick with hunger gaze. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." you groaned aloud when his hand suddenly grasped at your throat. "Jump faster, baby." the more he watched his dick disappear in your pussy, the more squeezed your throat.

You started jumping on his lap at an insane speed. "Ahh," the hard impact of his dick on your getting tighter walls was causing you to make very loud noises.

"Yes." Beomgyu never took his wide-open eyes off your cunt. "Yes, yes, yes! Such a good slut for me..."

"B-Beomgyu..." his other hand was also wrapped around your throat. "Just like that, girl." he brutally choke you while you were jumping on him like you don't have tomorrow.

"Holy shit..." your eyes turned when you felt him twitching inside of you. You squeezed Beomgyu's sweaty biceps and started getting up and down on his lap the hardest.

Curses going free with pleasure, his praises and impatience, the scattered moans of both of you. You were completely scattered when everything gave you a perfect orgasm.

He put you back and laid your chest. "Oh..." he were out of breath. You agreed that this is the best sex you've ever had.

"Baby, baby..." he gave you soft kisses on the chest. "You've been so, so, so great."

You kissed him on the hair and took a deep breath. "I love you." you whispered, you both smiled.

When Beomgyu raised his head and pulled one hand away from you, you hugged his neck. As he continued to walk his hand on your back, suddenly honked and shouted. "I love my girl so much!!"

First, you hit him on the shoulder in fear, but then you started laughing. "Beomgyu, people are sleeping-"

"I don't care, I love you very much!" giving you a big kiss on the cheek and honked again. But this time it took longer than before.

You both started laughing like crazy from orgasmic happiness or love.

A few lights turned on and the buzzing sounds you heard sounded like a dream. But the fact that an old woman, who has screeching voice, opened her window and yelled at you reminded you that the car was parked in front of a huge apartment building.

"You whores! Are you about the making the car moan now?!"

thanks for ur pretty eyes, hope u like it bebe!

[ihatebnha]

we need daddy enji now <3 just imagine being his favorite child, the he's coddled since birth *o*

im horny as shit rn and wanna be coddled🥺

enjoy! 

(warnings: incest, mild somnophilia, cock worship, reader has bagina and boobies... things)

Of course daddy Enji coddles his baby, you are his second chance, after all… his one and only path to salvation, and the way to make up for all the pain and hurt he caused his other children. 

In replace of the violence, beatings, and the way he hurt his sons, instead, Enji loves; truly and deeply, choosing kisses over spit, and gentle fingers over fists… because what is intimacy if not the opposite of hate? 

Every night, your daddy kisses you to sleep; settling you atop his lap and your hands on his shirtless chest before he lets you suck his tongue. The wet and powerful muscle almost doesn’t fit in your mouth, but nonetheless, you persist… papa Enji in love with the way a mixture of your drool and his own saliva dribbles down your chin and onto your nightgown with every French kiss and swirl you still manage to bless him with.

And when you begin to doze off, head on his shoulder, leaky cunt on his belly,  daddy always manages to treat you one last time… running a careful finger through your pussy lips until he pulls an orgasm from you that really sends you off to sleep... and has you waking up begging to please him.  

Daddy Enji also loves to suck your tits, licking the soft, puffy buds to attention before sucking bruises all around your skin… he loves the way your fingers card through his hair when he does, doe-eyed and innocent as you watch from above.

You often even find yourself being called to his office, too… where, back to his chest, he has you hold up your shirt and pull down your bra all so he can rub and pinch away his anxieties on the soft flesh of your breasts... each one his perfect handful. 

And even on the days when you’re bad, when you don’t deserve such gentle kneading or wet kisses… daddy can never stay mad at you for long, especially since he knows the only reason you ever really are is simply just to get his attention. Besides, you know the drill, and it’s safe to say that usually, you’re excited for what’s to come… 

As when you’re naughty, like when you talk back to daddy, or text boys he doesn’t know… punishment always comes in the form of Enji’s cock on your face. Balls on your chin, warm shaft rubbing against your even warmer cheeks, that’s how you stay, every so often pressing kisses to the skin as you breathe in your daddy’s familiar musk until you forget anything and anyone else… until all you know is him. 

And no matter how much you beg, plead, for him to let you suckle even just the tip of his flushed and heady cock... nothing gets him to move. 

Except when daddy finally needs to fucks you, that is… and when he does, it’s always chest to chest and mouth to mouth, your arms around his neck, cock against your cervix… all so he can pump you full of cum and swallow every wanton cry and moan you could ever bless his ears with… 

Which, to him, is more than he deserves. It is the sound of forgiveness.