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dreamescapeswriting · 1 year ago

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Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy ~ SCB

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

PAIRING: Changbin x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Non!Idol AU, Established relationships, smut (MINORS DNI), sex at a party together, oral (both m and f receiving) riding, unprotected sex, lots of cute nicknames, dirty talk

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - June 2023

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"Who even wants a fancy dress party at our age?" You grumbled as you brushed off the crumbs that someone had just drunkenly spilt all over your new outfit. It had taken you about four months to find the perfect cowgirl outfit and you were going to be damned if you were going to let some sloppy drunken arsehole ruin it with the food he'd been eating.

"Apparently your boyfriend's best friend." Felix quipped from beside you, you did your best not to roll your eyes toward the back of your head as you usually would with the mention of your boyfriend's best friend. Wooyoung hadn't always been your go-to "favourite" person in the world and most of his parties almost always ended in someone getting hurt...That someone is your boyfriend who would do anything Wooyoung asked him to do.

"Wooyoung isn't exactly the most mature so I guess it's to be expected," You winked playfully at Felix. It was always playful figs between you and Wooyoung, he accused you of stealing Changbin from him while you'd accuse him of doing the same thing. There was never any malicious intent behind any of the things you would say about Wooyoung and you and he both knew that.

"You love me though, I mean. You get to look completely stunning as a cowgirl," Wooyoung whispered as he walked behind you and Felix, smirking when he saw you jump a little and struggled not to spill your drink all over the floor.

"Where's your horse anyway? I would have expected Changbin to be glued to your side in this little ensemble." Wooyoung couldn't resist the urge to take in the sight of you and he bit down on his lip as he did so. The two of you had decided to come as a couples outfit, cowboy and cowgirl for the night but everyone had half-expected Changbin to come as the horse you were going to ride. Your outfit wasn't exactly the most revealing thing in the world but it did happen to push your boobs up so much it made them look bigger than they really were and the black dress clung to your body perfectly.

"He hasn't seen me yet, we left separately." You giggled as Wooyoung wiggled his eyebrows at you, smirking as you shook your head at him. The one thing about Wooyoung was that he was a massive flirt both in front of Changbin and when his friend wasn't around, all in a playful manner of course.

"So, what you're saying is. Right now, you're a free woman?!" He called out before dramatically wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest your hands laid flat against his chest as you giggled trying to push away from him.

"I shall steal you from that mean man Changbin and we shall run off into the sunset together!" He yelled out rather confidently, drawing the attention of some other people that were around you all as you let out a small groan.

"I don't think so." Changbin cried out from the doorway, your eyes landing on him and scanning over the outfit he was wearing. There the man of your dreams stood in an all-black outfit, black jeans followed by a black western yoke with tassels along the arms and the front of his chest. That wasn't the best part though, no, the best part was the black cowboy hat he was sporting which you could have sworn was sending butterflies throughout your whole body.

"My hero," You whimpered sprinting over to your boyfriend and collapsing into his arms as he let out a deep chuckle that you could feel in the side of your face.

"You look great tonight," He practically growled into your ear, his hands wasting no time in running down your sides and grabbing onto your hips as he let out a low groan for you to hear. On many occasions, Changbin had expressed how much he loved your hips, your waist, your breasts...Your everything. There wasn't a single part of your body that Changbin didn't fall in love with every time he saw you, there was something each time.

"You do too," You whimpered feeling your body beginning to heat up at the sudden attention that you were getting from him and he smirked down at you, biting down on his lip a little.

"I know that look," You gasped out as his hands began to run down your sides until they rested on your ass and he grabbed a handful of what was "his". His hands on your body were enough to make your eyes roll back and your legs shake, you were so desperate for him and you didn't care who saw. His hands continued to grab onto your ass, softly rubbing against the skin under your dress until it finally stopped and you instantly knew why,

"Changbin..." You trailed off, realising he knew you weren't wearing any underwear under the cowgirl dress and his hands were suddenly pulling you tighter against him.

"We're going to dance," Changbin told Felix and Wooyoung who both shrugged and went back to talking among themselves but as soon as Changbin took your hand in his you knew you weren't going to dance.

"You've been naughty." He suddenly told you as he tightened his grip on your hand, dragging you through the crowded living space and toward the stairs that led up to Wooyoung's bedrooms.

"We're not in our own home," You reminded him as you eyed him up suspiciously as he continued to pull you in the direction of one of the many guest rooms inside of Wooyoungs house. It wasn't the first time the two of you had fooled around here and you were almost sure it wasn't going to be the last.

"I don't care," He smirked as he pushed you into one of the rooms before shutting and locking the door behind himself. The moment the door was locked his hands found your hips and you were being pushed against one of the walls, your eyes locking onto Changbin's for the first time since the kitchen and you noticed how dark they were.

"Fuck, you're so hot when you're like this." You breathed out before running your hands over his cheeks and bringing him into a desperate kiss. Your hands began to desperately touch and grab at one another, your fingers taking off the hat he was wearing and throwing it somewhere in the room,

"How about we save a horse and you ride a cowboy?" Changbin chuckled darkly at you as you felt your whole body aflame, whimpering a little as you stared up at him your heart racing against your chest as you nodded your head.

"I'd love to." Before you could move Changbin was pushing you onto the edge of the bed, lifting your feet up to sit on the edge as he smirked down at you.

"What a meal," He growled before sinking onto his knees in front of you., his head buried between your thighs as he began eating you out like a man starved. Your hands slapped against his shoulder as your back arched away from the bed, you couldn't remember the last time Changbin had eaten you out like this. His fingers were already pulsing inside of you at a rapid rate and your cunt was tightening around him with each thrust making your head spin.

"Changbin!" You cried out as you hit his shoulder again, your eyes squeezing shut as you began to feel yourself losing focus on him as you gave in to the feeling.

"Fuck, you always taste so fucking good," He growled as he swirled his tongue around your clit, looking up at you as you moaned his name out again,

"S-Seo Changbin, we have to be quick and quiet." You moaned out, your fingers beginning to claw at the shirt he was wearing. If anyone found out that the two of you were fucking upstairs you'd never hear the end of it but it felt too good to stop and be quick. You wanted him and you wanted him all night long if he could handle it.

"I love when you say my name like that." He moaned out against your clit making your head spin as you rolled it back against the sheets.

"Cum for me baby," He groaned out as he thrust his fingers into you, rubbing right against your g-spot as you whimpered a little. Your legs already beginning to wriggle against him as you felt your orgasm building. A few more strokes and you were going to cum you could already feel it. Without warning you grabbed him by his hair, pulling him even closer to your cunt as he began to suck on your clit. Your back arched away from the bed as you did your best to muffle the sound of your screams.

"Good girl," He moaned out against you as your body relaxed against the sheets, your whole body spasming as he looked down at you with a proud look on his face. Changbin took great pride in being able to make you cum and in fact, he'd been getting rather cocky with his actions as of late.

"You're so cocky but we both know I make you cum faster," You quipped at him, getting up onto your feet - albeit a little shakey - but you pushed him down onto the same spot you'd been previously laying and smirked at him. You began to pull him free from his pants before taking his cock in your hand and beginning to pump him delicately.

"Fuck," He hisses out as you slowly began to pump him in your hand, slowly leaning down and running your tongue along the head of his cock making his balls tighten. As soon as his hips bucked a little you took him deep into your throat, looking up at him as he groaned and moaned your name out. He let his head roll back giving into the way your mouth felt so warm and wet around him and he let out a groan.

"D-Don't stop." He hisses out as you began to suck on the tip of his cock harshly while pumping the rest of his cock hard with your hand and humming around him. The pleasure continued to build and Changbin could have sworn his eyes were going to roll to the back of his head but it wasn't until you took him to the back of your throat again that he was pushing you off.

"R-Ride me," He begged, scooting back on the bed as he moved to the headboard and lay his head down on the pillows you let out a giggle at the sight of him.

"My stuttering cowboy," You smirked, kneeling above him as you lined the head of his dick up with your cunt, looking him in the eyes before slowly - torturing slow - sinking down onto him taking him in by an inexorable inch.

"Jesus, it's like you were made for me." He groaned out as his hands landed on your waist, your eyes finding his as you let out a low moan.

"C-Changbin," You moaned out as you leaned down to kiss him, tightening around him as you felt him hitting deeper than before. You breathe into each other's mouths as he continues to push up into you, hitting deeper each time. Every inch made it feel as though he was rearranging your guts and you could barely take it as you clawed onto his shirt.

"Yn," He chokes out as he looks at you, your hips stuttering before you began to find a rhythm. As soon as you did you began to rock back and forth against him, one hand gripping onto his chest while the other used the headboard to steady yourself.

"Oh fuck, you just have to take all of me. You're a little fucking show off," He grunted as he looked up at you, your hips wiggling a little as you pulled up and down on him.

"Oh my god," You moaned out as your nails sink into his chest, rolling your head back as you began to rock back and forth on him,

"You feel so fucking good, Yn. Such a perfect pussy," He moaned out as he lifted his hips up meeting yours as you let out a small squeal.

"Changbin," You whispered as you carefully began to get onto your feet while keeping him inside, squatting down against him and holding back your screams. His head fell back against the sheets as he looked up at you, you looked angelic the way you were riding him and he could already feel his balls tightening at the sight of you.

"You're fucking incredible." His eyes began to roll to the back of his head as you gripped him tight, your ass slapping off his hips as you continued to fuck yourself.

"You're so big," You moaned out looking down at him as you continued to let yourself sink down on him,

"You can take it though baby, You take it so fucking well," He moaned out as he looked at you. With the sound of your skin slapping against his he knew he was getting closer,

"Jesus," He groaned out as he reaches up and rips the top of the dress open exposing your chest to him as he began to play with your tits. One hand was on your nipples as he pulled and twisted on one while the other hand snaked between your legs and began to rub your swollen clit.

"Will you cum for me, Un?" He pleaded with you, looking at you as your hips stuttered ever so slightly.

"C-Changbin," You cried out as you felt yourself tightening around him and your orgasm building higher and higher,

"I want to feel you cum for me," He growled out as he began to buck himself against you, you tightened and he smirked at you knowing exactly what was going to come next.

"Whose girl are you baby?" Your eyes landed on him as you let out a small whine of his name.

"Yours! Yours!"

"That's right, you're all fucking mine." He growled out as he began to buck against your roughly. Your movements began to get sloppy as you roughly slammed yourself down against him harder and harder. Your body began to shake and he snaked his arms around your waist, sinking you down on him as you cum around him.

"Changbin! Oh, fuck, Changbin!" That was all he needed for his balls to tighten and he exploded inside of you, his forehead resting on your shoulder as you collapsed onto him panting heavily.

"That..." You started off as you tried to catch your breath,

"Was fucking incredible." You finished before letting out a tidy giggle and slowly pulling off of your boyfriend, laying down on the space beside him as he spooned you from behind.

"You are," He whispered before placing a small kiss on your lower ear and chuckling a little as you let out a small whine.

"Think we can stay here all night and sneak out in the morning? I'm too tired," You mumbled as you cuddled into the sheets, letting your eyes flutter shut and not even hearing Changbin's response.

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hornyhornyhimbos · 1 year ago

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"Happy Campers" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: When Steve and Reader are having a hard time picking out Halloween costumes, they find their old Girl/Boy Scouts uniforms in the back of the closet, hoping to use them for the party. However, the outfits just a little shorter than they remembered.

Pairing: Husband!Steve Harrington x AFAB!Wife!Reader

Word Count: 1,721

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex, cowgirl activities, nicknames (princess), explicit language, this will taint how you see the Girl Scouts

Extra Notes: thank you to @dungeons-are-too-cold for this idea! i love you 🫶🏻

Originally Written: 10/23/2023 through 10/25/2023

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It was a week to Halloween and still, you and Steve just couldn't decide on your costumes.

Every idea you threw at him, he hated, and every idea he tossed your way just wasn't good enough in your eyes. It was your first costume party as a married couple after all, and you were determined to make it the most memorable one yet.

Steve continued holding out random pieces of clothing from your closet, spewing out random ideas that each article reminded him of. "What about the Smurfs?" he asked, holding up one of your white sweaters.

You simply cocked an eyebrow at him, as if to reply, Seriously?

"Okay, maybe that one is a bad idea," he grumbled as he placed it back in the closet. Steve swiped through a few more items, landing again on a skirt this time. "Ooh, what about Ken and Barbie?"

Your head shook in disapproval. "Everyone always goes as Ken and Barbie. Besides, you'd look very silly with blond hair." You giggled at the thought of his gorgeous tufts painted blond for a night.

He grumbled again, under his breath this time, hanging up the umpteenth article of clothing. He sifted through a couple more hangers, getting inevitably closer to the back of your wardrobe. However, you didn't realize just how far back into your wardrobe he'd gone until he held up the next item.

"A-ha," he said, a teasing tone in the word. "You don't suppose you have a box of thin mints lying around, do you?"

A strange sense of nostalgia came over you as he lifted the old Girl Scouts uniform, the familiar shade of green bringing back a whole wave of memories. "I forgot I even had this!" you exclaimed, taking it from him. "I wonder if it still fits."

Steve couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. "Curious minds think alike."

Your raised brow from earlier returned, a look of sarcasm taking over all your features.

"Hey, you know what? I think my Boy Scouts uniform is the storage closet. Why don't we try these bad boys on and see if they could work for our costumes this year?"

You snickered, holding the ensemble up in front of you. "I doubt this fits suitably enough to be seen by the general public, but hey, you'll never know if you don't try."

And with that, he was heading down the hall for his own uniform, leaving you to squeeze into the fabric you hadn't touched since you were about fourteen.

You must've hit a growth spurt, you reckoned, because looking yourself over in the mirror, you realized that the outfit did its worst to decently cover you up. The skirt that used to hit just above your knees now barely covered your ass and the button-up that previously hid what little curves you had in middle school now had your tits all but spilling out of it.

"Damn, give a guy a warning next time," Steve chuckled behind you from the doorway.

You turned to face him, met with the sight of his uniform fitting just right. Sure, his shorts were tighter around his thighs than they would've been a few years ago, and the socks were closer to crew length than knee length. But for the most part, he looked okay. It was you who was left looking like a badge-covered slut. "How come you look normal?"

"You forget that Beverly kept me in that shit until they practically kicked me out," he chuckled, walking closer to you. "Enough about me and my mom. We should be talking about you." His lips inched closer to your ear, hot breath fanning around you. "How goddamn pretty you look in that skirt."

The words sent a shiver up your spine, despite how many times Steve reminded you that you were the prettiest girl on the planet. Still, you found a way to joke, "Are you sure that's appropriate talk for a Scout?"

He snickered, the sound warming you from the inside out. "You would've hated to have known me in my Scouts days," he laughed. Steve's hands moved to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. His growing erection was evident as your bodies met, nearly bringing a blush to your cheeks. "God, I bet you had the best cookies in your whole troop."

"No, but…" the word lingered as one of your hands inched between your bodies. His mouth fell open in some mix of shock and pleasure as you grabbed his cock through the shorts, a teasing smile on your lips. "I was the first to get my camping badge because of how fast I could pitch a tent."

Steve leaned forward, leaving a ghost of a kiss where your shoulder and neck met, eliciting a desperate breath from you. "Why don't you show me then, princess?"

In an instant, your lips were on his, both of you fighting with the buttons of his shirt. You finally finished with his buttons as his knees hit the bed, prompting him to sit as you ripped the material off of him.

"By the way," he said in between kisses, "I don't want you to remove anything except those pretty panties of yours."

"Just between us," you started, moving away from him. You bent down in front of him, showing off your bare ass, before turning back to face him and pulling up your skirt. Sliding a hand down the front of your body, you slipped a finger between your folds, teasing both yourself and Steve. "I wasn't wearing any panties," you finished your statement from before, your finger dipping inside your aching hole.

Steve's hand jutted out to grab your wrist, stopping your ministrations. "Hey, no one gets badges without teamwork," he reminded you, pulling you back toward him.

His lips were back on you, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the expanse of your neck while you worked at the fastening of his shorts. He lifted his hips just long enough to help you shove his shorts and underwear off, the fabric hitting the floor with a soft noise that was barely heard over your heavy breaths.

Whines and moans floated out of your mouth and into Steve's as he lifted you onto the bed with him. One of his hands moved between your bodies, wrapping it around his cock and sliding the tip through your folds.

"Steve," you sighed, winding your hips against him, "please."

"Please what?" he asked, his dick still barely touching you, "I need to hear the words, princess."

"Need your cock, please," you practically begged, hips rutting once again.

Without another word, he was slipping inside your dripping core, already throbbing inside you. He let out a string of expletives as you slowly rocked up and down, beginning to create that perfect pace you both loved so much.

Desperate moans filled the air as you started to ride him, his hands roaming every inch of you. "God, you look so fucking pretty right now," he said, eyes raking up and down your form.

"You're not so bad yourself, camper," you managed to laugh. The sentence was cut off by a needy mewl as his cock hit that sweet spot inside you, your veins burning with pleasure as he hit it again.

Absolutely filthy noises filled the air of the bedroom as your bodies rocked together. The smell of sweat and sex was prominent, skin slapping against skin as you both searched for any form of reprieve.

A hand slipped under the material of your fanned-out skirt, the pad of his thumb quickly finding your clit. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, pistoning his hips hard enough to have you thinking about the bruises he was most likely leaving.

Your walls clenched around him, pulling him impossibly further into you, the stretch of him a feeling you couldn't get enough of. Steve's opposite hand gripped the supple skin of your hip, guiding you in the rhythm he craved.

Lips were on lips as you both searched for release, your hands gripping his shoulders as yours inched closer. Crescent moon shapes were surely being left in your wake, holding on to Steve for dear life as your climax approached.

"Is now a- oh, fuck, princess- a bad time to make a milk and cookies joke?" The words came out as grunts as you bounced up and down on him, pre-cum surely coating your walls.

Somehow, you giggled through your own string of expletives as you sought out your high, his balls slapping you with every movement. He twitched inside you, and the movement had you on the brink of cumming. "Steve, I'm gonna- oh."

The digit between your legs teased and rubbed your clit at the perfect speed, and it was just enough to send you over the edge. His name was falling from your tongue like a prayer, reminding him of just who made you feel that good.

A few more pumps of his hips and his seed was spilling inside you, both of you desperate and whiny as you rode out your highs. His fingers held tight to your waist as he helped you slow your erratic rhythm, purple spots surely forming under his fingertips.

Hot breaths fanned across his chest as you fell limp on top of him, deep breaths filling your ears as he came down from his wave of euphoria. A soft kiss met your sweat-sticky hair, his previous grip on you being replaced by the gentle touch of his fingertips grazing nonsensical shapes down your spine.

You were the first to break the silence, the words coming out puffy. "Well, Stevie, you have made me a very happy camper."

He chuckled, slapping your ass with what little strength he had left. "Well, in case I haven't made it clear, you aren't wearing this to the party."

Your mouth flew open in fake surprise. "No! Everyone deserves to see us in these outfits."

"The only tent I want you pitching is mine," he all but demanded, pulling you up for a long kiss, lips still swollen from your previous activities.

"As long as you promise not to buy any other girl's cookies," you smirked.

He snickered, your heart flipping at the sound. "I think I'll take you up on that offer, princess."

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daisynik7 · 2 years ago

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Dirty Thirty

Pairing: Kishibe x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: thigh riding, cunnilingus, fingering, spanking, spit play, vaginal sex (doggy, cowgirl), cockwarming, use of pet names (princess and Master)

Word Count: ~5.6k

Summary: An alluring stranger gives you a special treat on the night of your 30th birthday.

Notes: Kishibe is in his mid 40s. Also, apparently he is 6’4”, so reader is shorter, below 6’. This is very self-indulgent considering my own 30th is in a few days (shout out to all my fellow Pisces babes)! Also, I started this after finishing Chainsaw Man a few weeks ago, so this is a result of heavy Kishibe brainrot.

Additional Note: Check out Part 2 here: After Last Night! Reblogs, likes, and/or comments are appreciated. Thank you for reading!

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The bass of EDM music reverberates through the speakers at the DJ’s booth. This particular bar you frequent turns into a club at 11 PM. College kids from the university down the street congregate in this establishment on the weekends, like today. You and your friends have been here since an hour ago, drinking and chatting in a booth hidden away to the side of the dancefloor. After dinner, you stopped by for a quick drink. With the booze and vibes just right, you ended up staying.

Tonight, you celebrate your birthday. It’s the end of an era, really. You’re officially thirty. You’ve been dreading this day for the past few months, sad to bid farewell to your twenties, which wasn’t all that anyways. The number of times your friends reassure you that your thirties are the new twenties only brings you mild comfort. Glancing at the crowd tearing up the dancefloor, you can’t help being envious of their youth.

Maybe it’s your buzz talking. You’re not one to feel sorry for yourself, especially about something as inevitable as aging. Thirty is young. Who cares if you’re the only one in your inner circle who’s single, unmarried, or childless? There’s no shame in it. You’re sick of women being scrutinized each year they get older for not doing what society tells them they should do. Who the fuck cares if you don’t have a ring on your finger or haven’t popped a baby out your vagina yet? It isn’t on your radar, and that’s perfectly fine. Men don’t get this much shit for remaining bachelors well into their forties or fifties, why should you?

You fidget with the glittery Dirty 30! sash you wear over your little black dress. A shimmering tiara sparkles on top of your head to complete your ensemble. Your friend’s voice in your ear snaps you out of your thoughts. “Hey birthday girl, how’s it going?”

Smiling, you hold your half empty glass up towards the middle. “Good. Thanks so much for coming out to celebrate tonight!” You’re ready to chug the rest of your liquor so you can head to the dancefloor. The other three women in your group cheers, clinking their drinks with yours.

You’re about to suggest dancing when your friend says, “Shall we call it a night?”

It catches you off guard. The music just started and it’s not even midnight yet. You’re not ready to go back to the real world; it’s your special day until you fall asleep, which you don’t plan to do for a few more hours. You’re silent though, listening as the other girls repeat a similar sentiment.

“My husband is waiting for me at home, so yes.”

“And my babies have an early morning play date tomorrow!”

Your friend beside you turns to you and asks, “Ready to go?”

Contemplating for a moment, you respond, “I think I might stay, actually. Have another drink or two.”

They stare at you bewildered, surprised you want to be here alone, which is unusual for you. “Are you sure?” they clarify.

“Yeah! Go ahead, I’ll be fine! I’m a big girl now,” you joke, standing up to hug them. They kiss you on the cheek, greeting you one last happy birthday before leaving together to go home to their husbands and children.

Craving another drink, you abandon your booth to approach the bar. You order your favorite: a vodka cranberry, your comfort cocktail throughout your 20s. A reminder that you’re still the same you despite moving up a decade.

You close your tab, promising yourself this is your last, and go back to your table. It’s now occupied by an older man in a black coat, sipping on amber liquor. Annoyed, and slightly intrigued, you sit opposite of him in the same booth. He lifts his head up slowly, noticing you.

“Hi there,” you greet him. Even in the dim light, the stitched scar on his left cheek stands out. The metal piercings on his ears glisten, the strobe lights reflecting off them from the dancefloor.

“Can I help you?” His voice is low and raspy, either naturally or from the alcohol.

“I was sitting here earlier. The other tables are all occupied, and I really don’t want to stand around on the dancefloor by myself. Can I sit here until I finish my drink? There’s plenty of room for the both of us.” You put on your most charming smile.

“Where are your friends? I’m sure you’d rather sit with them instead of with an old man like me.”

“They ditched me to go home. Besides, it looks like you could use the company.” You tip your cocktail into your mouth, keeping your gaze on him.

He watches you, skeptical. “How old are you?”

You glance down at your sash, which is now twisted so that the answer to his question is on your back where he can’t see. You grin at him. “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age?”

He hums, unamused. “I’m not keen on hanging out with girls in their 20s. Not really my style. Not tonight, anyways.”

“How old do you think I am?”

Narrowing his eyes at your tiara, he responds, “You’re wearing a crown, drinking a cranberry vodka at a bar that plays this shit music. I’d say you’re 23.”

This amuses you, like getting asked for your ID does, which is becoming rarer nowadays. It’s flattering.

“Hey, you’re here too. The only difference is that you’re drinking a whiskey,” you tease him, pointing at his glass.

“In my defense, I finished work nearby and this shitty cesspool was the closest bar I could find.” He takes a swig of his alcohol. “So, am I right?”

Sliding the sash to face him, you answer, “Nope. You’re wrong. Lucky for you, today is my birthday. And I just turned thirty.”

He cracks a smile at this, giving you a flutter below your belly. You’re not typically into older men; however, this guy has piqued your interest. There’s something about him that is alluring. Exciting.

“Happy birthday,” he says, swallowing the rest of his whiskey. “Get anything good?”

“No. But the night’s not over yet.” You’re full-on flirting now, not at all ashamed of how brazen you’re acting. Fuck it. You only turn thirty once, right?

There’s distance between you, but the tension is so thick, you could smell the bold scent of liquor coating his lips. He leans closer, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Well, I guess it’s my responsibility now to give you something good.”

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Minutes later, you’re in the back of the cab, riding towards an address he mutters to the driver. He holds you, interlocking his fingers with yours, peering out his window in silence. You focus on your entwined hands resting on the middle seat, the intimacy of it all distracting you from the fact that you’re about to hook up with this attractive stranger.

The driver arrives to a swanky apartment complex. Once inside, Kishibe doesn’t give you enough time to marvel at the beautiful interior of the room. In an instant, his lips are on yours, both palms cupping your cheeks assertively. Breath hot and chalky from the mint you saw him savor earlier in the car. It barely masks the lingering taste of that cigarette you witnessed him drag waiting for your ride. He didn’t have the same type of smoker’s breath that you’re sick of from your coworkers. With him, you don’t mind it at all.

His hand trails down your neck, thumb carefully brushing over a pulse point right below your chin. His skin is rough and calloused compared to yours. The scraggly facial hair scattered along his jaw is scratchy on your cheeks.

He breaks the kiss, gazing at you while he removes his overcoat, hanging it on the rack in the corner, kicking his shoes off in the process. There’s a small bar cart in the kitchen, where he pours himself a whiskey. At the freezer, he reaches for the ice, dropping three cubes into the dark liquor with a plop. You stand still, observing him, nervous and thrilled about what this mysterious man will do to you tonight.

At the couch, he takes a seat, thighs spread wide, his wrist hanging low between them, gripping the top of the glass with his fingertips. “Come here,” he beckons.

Removing your heels quickly and abandoning your purse, you step towards him, ready to sit beside him until he demands, “No. Not there.” He pats his thigh with his free hand. “Here.”

Your body trembles with lust as you straddle him, pussy pulsing against his muscular thigh. He studies you, from your hazy stare down to him between your legs, savoring his cold liquor all the while. You gulp loudly, obediently waiting for his next command.

Gently removing the crown atop your head and tossing it aside, he asks, “What do you want from me, princess? It’s your birthday after all.” Hearing him call you princess gives you a rush you can no longer contain. You start moving on his thigh, riding it to feel the glorious sensations on your clit.

His chuckle vibrates through his chest as you grasp at his collar to hold you steady. “This is what you want? Okay. Take what you need. Come on my thigh. I’ll watch.” His gravelly voice in your ear makes you ride him harder, grinding against him until your creamy mess is soaking through the thin fabric of your panties. You clench his tie, loosening it around his neck. He continues to watch you, sipping on his booze, enjoying his own private show.

Once the glass is empty except for the melting ice, he sets it down on the coffee table, pulling you in closer, his hand behind your neck. Lightly blowing cool, whiskey breath along your lips. You lean forward to kiss him, his tongue slipping past to explore your needy mouth. The longing for his touch on every inch of your body grows stronger by the second as you moan into the kiss, bouncing on his leg.

“Can you come by yourself? Or do you need my tongue on it? I can lick it up real good if you’ll let me.” His obscene suggestion surprises you, as if you weren’t already performing lewd acts on his lap. You tug at his tie to pull him into another fierce kiss before sitting next to him on the couch, lifting the hem of your dress up to reveal your wet undergarments.

“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. But I’m not calling you Daddy,” you tease, spreading wide for him.

His voice is low in his throat, kneeling on the carpet, face positioned between your thighs. “Good, because I prefer to be called Master.”

You roll your eyes at him, to which he responds, “What? You don’t like that? I bet I’ll have you screaming it all night long.”

This has you speechless as he drifts towards you, staring at the wet spot soaking through your lingerie. “Look how fucking wet you are for me.” He hooks his fingers around the fabric, stretching it to the side to expose your sopping cunt. Leaning in closer, he flicks his tongue gently onto your clit, causing you to squirm above him.

He’s testing the waters, starting slow to gauge your limit. It’s gentle at first, toying with your bud until it’s plump and sensitive. Until your wanton moans are bouncing off the walls of his big, fancy apartment. There’s no doubt that he knows exactly what he’s doing. It’s obvious this man has years of experience beyond you. Having this stranger swirl his tongue on the most intimate parts of your body makes you weak in the knees. This is the first time all night that you’re thankful to be turning thirty. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be in this apartment, getting wrecked and torn apart by him.

“I’ve always wanted a plaything I can ruin,” he breathes out, finally wrapping his lips around you. “Will you be my pretty plaything tonight?” He surrounds your clit, drawing an erotic whimper from your mouth.

“Fuck, Kishibe. Yes. Use me as your plaything, fuck.”

He eats you out noisily, emphasizing every wet sound his mouth makes on your swollen bud. Several times, he spits on it, spreading his saliva up and down your pussy, plunging his tongue into your entrance to get it lubricated with his own drool.

“You’re fucking drenched down here. When’s the last time you let a grown man eat you out like this? I bet you’ve never been with someone like me, huh?”

You shake your head, swiping through his hair, spreading yourself wider for him. “Never.”

“I can tell,” he says, slipping his middle and ring finger into your entrance. “So fucking wet for me. I love it.” He pumps into you, curling his digits just right, resonating all the way down to your toes. His lips latch onto your clit, drinking you up to quench his insatiable thirst.

“Hold these for me,” he says, guiding your fingers to your panties. “Want to stroke my cock while I eat this gorgeous pussy out.” You hear the unbuckling of his belt, the sound of him shoving his fist into his slacks to jerk off. The vibrations from his moans tickle your skin as he nuzzles himself deeper into your arousal, practically drowning in it, flattening his tongue to smear his warm saliva all over. You whine in ecstasy, heedless of attracting any neighboring attention to your explicit blubbering.

“Come on my face,” he muffles, too busy lapping up your clit to pull away, fingers pumping in and out of you, shiny and sleek with your slick.

It doesn’t take much longer for you to reach your orgasm, pleasure jolting through your body while he works you until you’re overstimulated, twitching from the euphoria. He laughs softly, face glistening with your essence, taking a seat beside you. You watch him in a daze as he sticks his cum-coated fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. “You want a taste, too?”

You nod, disoriented from your intense climax. He drags your bottom lip down using the pad of his thumb, mumbling, “Open.”

Obediently, you stick your tongue out for him, knowing fully well what he’s about to do. Your pussy throbs again, ready to be fucked for real by this provocative stranger you were so fortunate to meet tonight.

He grazes your open tongue, then spits in your mouth. “Swallow,” he demands, voice husky with desire. You do, making sure to gulp loudly, incredibly aroused and needy for his cock.

“Show me,” he whispers, opening his own mouth to mimic you. “Ah.”

You show him your tongue again, a dumb expression on your face while he inspects. Satisfied, he grunts, “Fuck, you’re bad. You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” He reaches down to your soaked panties clinging to you. “Take these off.”

He slides out of his trousers, revealing briefs that barely conceal his obvious bulge. As you slip out of your underwear, he removes his, displaying his impressive cock. “You going to ride this cock now?”

Without a word, you nod. You’re already anticipating how fucking amazing he’s going to feel inside you. Your brain is jumbled with naughty thoughts of him taking you in all positions in every room of his apartment.

There’s a hungry gleam in his eyes as he watches you mount him. You hoist your dress up, stripping it from your body. He unclasps your bra, baring your breasts to him while he still wears his dress shirt and tie. For some reason, you want him to keep it on. Get it nice and dirty with slick and sweat.

You reach behind you to position him at your entrance. Once aligned, you slowly sink onto his cock, allowing yourself a few seconds to adjust to his size. Given his stature, it’s not surprising how big he is, both in length and girth. When you bottom out, he lets out a raspy fuck, holding your ass to squeeze your plush cheeks. “I’m ready whenever you are, princess. Like I said, take what you need from me. Milk me dry. I know you want to.”

Spurred by his provocative encouragement, you ride him, rocking your hips back and forth onto his lap, gripping his cock tight with your wet cunt. Forehead pressed to his, lids closed, jaw hanging open, experiencing the best fuck of your life. With a brief glance, you catch him watching you, a similar dazed expression on his face. You bounce on him faster, his dick pounding into you over and over again, determined to feel every inch you possibly can.

“Fuck, Kishibe, feels so fucking good,” you moan, directing his fingers down to your clit. “I want to come all over this cock. Make me come, Master.”

Bingo. His eyes widen as soon as it slips from your mouth. It’s the magic word. The trigger.

Without hesitation, he brushes his thumb ruthlessly onto your swollen bud. “Say it again,” he demands, pressing it hard as he massages it, eyes wild with lust.

“Fuck, make me come, Master. Make me come.” You’re riding him so fucking good, couch creaking, clutching his shoulders tight, his carnal stare locked on your every movement.

“Tell me when you’re close,” he growls.

“I’m close, I’m close!”

Suddenly, he pulls out, cock covered in your arousal, wet and stiff against his abdomen. Strings of slick cling to the hem of his dress shirt. You’re about ready to yell at him for teasing you. Before you can, he stands up, grabbing your wrist to lead you into the bedroom. His breathing is heavy as he points to the bed, hastily removing his clothes. “On your knees, ass up. I’m going to fuck you so good. Make you squirt all over my fucking sheets.”

The anger immediately subsides and you’re back to being eager again, knowing damn well that he means every fucking word he says. You do as he commands, wiggling your ass to entice him. He chuckles behind you. “I’m sorry for denying you earlier. I just really want to see this ass bounce on my cock like this.” He teases you with his tip, tapping your clit, sliding it along your pussy lips.

“You’re not forgiven,” you pout, growing impatient.

Placing a soft kiss on your lower back, he laughs again. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

If there’s one thing you’ve learned about this stranger you met mere hours ago, it’s that he is a man of his word.

He guides his cock into you slowly, stretching you little by little until you’re squeezing him, his entire length inside you. “Look at you, sucking me in again like you were made for me.” He starts thrusting, holding you steady to penetrate you deeper.

“So fucking good!” you cry out, fists bunched on his silky sheets, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth.

“I know, princess. It’s amazing for me too.” His heavy balls slap your damp skin with every brutal thrust of his hips, fucking you hard, dipping into your sweet spot until you’re woozy with pleasure. “You take it so good. So fucking sexy.” He tightens his grip on you, increasing his pace. “So fucking beautiful.”

You throw your ass back, arching your spine to get the perfect angle. With your cheeks bouncing obscenely against his thighs, you beg, “Spank me, Master. Spank me like a bad girl.”

Not wasting a second, his rough palm connects with your ass, the loud smack ringing in your ears. He spanks you again and again, your pussy clenching him tighter while you continue to thrust back onto his cock. You’re about ready to burst, desperate to reach your second orgasm after being denied earlier. You play with your puffy clit, electricity rippling through your body upon contact. Whimpering, you rub your bud faster as he pounds into you, cursing under his breath.

“Fuck,” he moans, staring at your ass jiggle after each fresh slap he delivers. “Come on my cock, princess. That’s it. Get it creamy. Just like that, fuck.”

Waves of pleasure sweep over you, the intensity of it causing you to tremble before him. In the midst of your climax, you plead for him to finish inside you, greedy for his cum. It doesn’t take long for him to fill you up, staying nestled deep in you as he releases his warm load, letting out a husky fuck.

He pulls out, his warm release leaking from your pussy, dripping onto his sheets. He ogles at the pornographic sight in front of him, pleased with himself.

“Like what you see?” you tease, lowering your torso and relaxing on the bed.

“You are a naughty, naughty girl,” he says, collapsing beside you. “Can’t believe I let you seduce me.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault? You were the one who offered to give me something good for my birthday.”

He raises a brow at you. “Did I succeed?”

You gaze at him, properly examining his appearance. Scruffy facial hair, eyes that are perpetually tired, the striking scar aligned with his frown. You find yourself wondering what his story is; someone this fetching must have a story.

“Considering the mess we made, I would say you exceeded my expectations.” You lay your palm on his firm chest, his now steady heartbeat lightly thumping against your fingertips.

“I’m glad to hear I wasn’t a disappointment.” He doesn’t take his gaze off you. Normally, you’d be intimidated by such intense eye contact. With him, it’s different. You feel safe. He places his hand on top of yours, rugged thumb gently caressing the skin of your knuckles. The two of you stay like this, enjoying each other’s presence in an easy silence.

“We can’t do this again,” he mutters, finally looking away from you. He turns onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, your hand still snug under his.

“Why not?” The shift in energy surprises you. This is not the typical pillow talk you’re accustomed too.

“I’ll keep wanting to see you if we keep this up,” he admits. Although it’s a sweet sentiment, he’s deciding to end it here and now, not even waiting until the morning like in a typical one-night-stand.

Matching his candid demeanor, you ask, “What’s wrong with wanting to see me again?” A strange feeling of unease swells in your chest, anxious for whatever truth he’s about to reveal.

He takes a breath before explaining, “I’m a Devil Hunter. The best in the world. My job is very dangerous. A young woman like yourself shouldn’t get attached to me. My life is expendable.” He avoids you while he speaks, eyes laser focused on the ceiling, barely blinking. It’s as if he doesn’t want to say it; rather, it’s part of a script, forced to recite the lines like it’s standard procedure. How often has he had to deliver this sober spiel to his ex-lovers? You start to pity him, speculating how detached he must remain to the outside world strictly because of his risky profession.

You continue to stare at him, letting the information sink it. The air is thick with a serious tension. It’s a sudden switch from the wild romp you just experienced. Choosing not to pester him further, you decide to lighten the mood. You scoot towards him, mouth skimming his ear, muttering, “Well, l didn’t really like you anyways.” The cold metal of his piercings contrast the soft warmth of your lips.

He turns to you again, the tension in his brows easing slowly as he gives you a small smirk. “Oh yeah?”

You nuzzle your nose against his. “Yeah.”

“Good. It’s better this way,” he says, planting a kiss on the forehead.

Sighing, you ask, “Can I at least spend the night?”

“Of course. I’ll even cook you breakfast tomorrow morning.”

“I hope that doesn’t mean a cup of coffee with a splash of whiskey and a couple cigarettes,” you joke.

He chuckles. “I’ll throw in some eggs for protein, does that work?”

“Sure. I’ll take whatever I can get, since this is the last time we’ll be seeing each other.”

There’s a small smile on his lips as he gazes at you. A minute passes and he reaches for you, grazing your cheek delicately. You feel comfortable in bed with him. Protected. You snuggle into his chest, his arms wrapping you into a bear hug. Cozy in his embrace, you listen to his rhythmic breathing, lulling you to sleep.

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In the morning, you wake up alone, tucked under the covers, clothed only in a dress shirt, barely buttoned. The bedroom door is wide open, the sound of a pan scraping on iron ringing in your ears and the inviting smell of food cooking wafting from the kitchen.

You spot a pack of baby wipes on the drawer next to you, noticing that your body is fresh and clean, opposite the sticky mess you fell asleep to. Next to it is a brand-new toothbrush and toothpaste. With these items in hand, you tip-toe into the bathroom, appreciating his thoughtfulness.

When you’re done, you study his bedroom for the first time, and probably last. There are no pictures hung anywhere, no personal touch to anything. Only small traces of a man whose entire existence is his job. Several ties scattered on his dresser next to a metal flask. A mini calendar on his nightstand with random scribblings of future work commitments. Hamper in the corner of the room, filled to the brim with white dress shirts, black slacks, and a couple of mismatched argyle socks. You’re slightly tempted to investigate some drawers to see the type of weapons a Devil Hunter of his caliber carries, but you don’t.

You lean against the doorframe, watching him in the kitchen. He’s in a plain white t-shirt with navy-blue pajama pants. As promised, he is cooking a batch of scrambled eggs over the stove, a steaming mug of coffee in one hand, spatula in the other. Looking domestic and sexy as hell. His words replay in your mind. You shouldn’t get attached to someone like me. You almost regret sleeping with him, knowing you’ll miss him after you leave.

Quietly, you stroll towards him until he notices you. When he does, he takes a sip of coffee and mutters, “Morning, princess.”

Positioned behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist, raising your heels to place a gentle kiss on the back of his neck. It’s only now that you realize how much taller he is than you. “Good morning, handsome. This is a pleasant surprise.”

“I told you I’d cook you breakfast, didn’t I?” He cranes his neck to face you, smirking.

“You did. I’m pleased to see you keep your promise,” you tell him, resting your cheek on his back. “You’re truly a man of your word. I think that deserves a reward.” You slide your thumbs under the waistband of his pajama bottoms, teasing him.

“If you tempt me, you won’t be able to taste this delicious meal I prepared for you,” he comments, setting his coffee mug down the counter and turning off the burner. His hand covers yours, maneuvering it over the growing bulge in his pants.

“Maybe I’m craving something else for breakfast.” You start palming his erection, suddenly hungry for him rather than the food.

He turns to face you, looking at you up and down in his dress shirt, your legs clenched together to hide your arousal. Still smirking, he says, “You’re making this much harder than it needs to be.” He slowly pushes you against the counter, running his fingers up your inner thigh, spreading your legs to expose your wet cunt.

You moan, anticipating another round of intense fucking, this time in his kitchen. It makes you want to christen every part of his apartment.

“How are you this fucking wet for me already?” He whispers, rubbing his thumb on your throbbing clit. “You’re so sexy, it’s driving me insane.”

“Kishibe,” you breath out, struggling to steady yourself. “Fuck.”

“I got you. Get on the counter for me, princess. Spread those legs so I can lick that pussy clean.”

With his hands on your waist guiding you, you hop up, opening wide for him. Knees bent and body folded forward, he starts licking your clit, palming his erection through his pants. You come within minutes, gushing over his tongue as it glides along your slit, nose digging firmly onto your swollen bud.

“Fuck me, Kishibe. Want that big cock inside me. Want you to fill me up again with your cum.” You hop back down, turning around and lifting the hem of the dress shirt past your ass, ready to get railed right there on the countertop.

“Not like this,” he murmurs, kissing you on the cheek. “Wait for me in my room. We’re going to have breakfast in bed together.”

Minutes later, a tray with a plate full of eggs, toast, and bacon set on top is temporarily forgotten as the two of you fuck on the other side of the bed. Him sitting up, back pressed to the headboard, you riding him until he spills inside you, causing you to orgasm again all over him.

You slump forward, resting your head on his shoulder, tired and satiated from another amazing fuck. Attempting to slide off him, he kisses you on the lips, his grip firm on your waist, unyielding. “Keep my cock inside you. Can you do that for me?”

In your blissful state, all you can do is nod, getting comfortable on his lap. He reaches for a slice of bacon on the tray, letting you take the first bites before he finishes it, doing the same for a piece of buttered toast. He feeds you forkfuls of scrambled eggs, using the same utensil for himself. It’s pleasantly intimate for two people who just met. Playing the role of a long-term couple, indulging in simple delights together, like breakfast in bed.

Plate cleared, both your bellies full of nourishment, you stay in this position, kissing each other leisurely, no rush to separate. He whispers your name, fondling your breasts through the fabric of his dress shirt that you’ve made yours. He repeats it a few more times, relishing how it feels on his lips before he never has to utter it again.

It’s bittersweet, knowing it’s ending as soon as it begun. You have no reason to be so smitten with him. You’re two people who hardly know each other. Still, you find yourself not wanting to say goodbye yet. Something’s there. A tiny spark flickering in the distance. Maybe you’re one of many women he’s done this with before. Maybe you’re nothing special. But in this fleeting moment, you let yourself believe it’s real.

The two of you reluctantly part after an especially long, passionate kiss. You dismount him, grabbing the wipes to clean up the mess that was made earlier. He gives you a smooch on the forehead before getting out of bed to exit the room, returning in less than a minute to hand you your outfit from last night. You briefly recall carelessly discarding it all over his living room floor right before you pounced on him. Is it too soon to consider that a fond memory? It hasn’t even been 24 hours and you’re reminiscing about him already.

He leaves you alone in the bedroom to change. Before you undress, you bring the sleeves of the shirt to your nose and inhale deeply, memorizing his scent. You almost want to keep this shirt as proof that this happened. That Kishibe is real.

Back in your black dress, you sit at the edge of the bed, waiting for his return. When he walks in, he points at the sash and tiara next to you on the bed. “You’re not going to wear that?”

Shrugging, you respond, “It’s no longer my birthday, so it feels silly wearing it. Just toss it.”

You check your phone, estimating the time of arrival for the ride you requested. Any minute now, they’ll be here, ending your short-lived tryst. He offers to drop you off, but you refuse, not bothering to explain that doing that will result in you dragging him into your own apartment and keeping him a willing hostage for another few hours. It’ll only make it more difficult to not get attached. He doesn’t question it, probably understanding this himself.

The ping from the app chimes through your phone. You stand up, smiling at him, swinging your purse over your shoulder. “That’s my ride.”

He walks you to the door, waiting for you to strap on your heels. Once they’re on, you smile. “I guess this is it. Thank you for a fun night.”

“Thank you too. This was fun.” It could be wishful thinking, but you hear a waver in his voice. Is he a little bit sad too?

You face the door, ready to turn the knob, when you feel his grip on your wrist. He spins you towards him, kissing you feverishly, his hand caressing your cheek, the other behind your neck. Yearning for one more moment of intimacy with you. He breaks away, resting his forehead against yours, eyes shut as he says goodbye with one last whisper of your name. You avoid his gaze as you exit, walking out of his life.

It’s better this way.

#kishibe #kishibe csm #chainsaw man #kishibe smut #kishibe x reader #kishibe x you #kishibe x y/n #chainsaw man smut #csm smut #csm kishibe #kishibe brainrot #chainsaw man kishibe #dirty thirty

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drachonia · 1 month ago

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𝐭 𝐡 𝐞 𝐟 𝐨 𝐱 𝐚 𝐧 𝐝 𝐭 𝐡 𝐞 𝐰 𝐨 𝐥 𝐟 .

Kinktober 2024 Day 1 Harrison Gray x OC insert (Jesse)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: kinktober day 1! i struggled a lil' to maintain full 'role reversal' but i think it came out pretty cute and natural for the characters involved. hope you enjoy!

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut (role reversal), cowgirl, mild bondage (wrists), some cute nicknames.

Harrison grunted as he shifted uncomfortably on the plush chair in Jesse’s parlor, perched nicely in his lap as she looked down at him intently with those pretty hazel eyes.

“My fox looks so handsome tied up.” She teased him, tracing the silk handkerchief that parted his lips slightly, her hips pressing down on his bulge torturously slow. Green eyes rolled back in a mix of straining pain and pressurized pleasure at his core. His muffled moans continued while his partner hummed softly, her fiery curls gently bouncing as she rocked on him, “Didn’t I tell you to quiet down? There we go. Good boy.” She hummed, cupping his cheeks as she ground her hips slowly against his, breathing heavily as he swallowed his moans, aiming to please, for he knew that reward would be all the sweeter as a result.

“Hm, let’s see how ready you are, then.” She lifted off him, the deep ache in his gut coming back slowly. He let out a breath he’d been holding as she knelt in front of him on a cushion, taking off her clothing with a slow hand. His eyes followed her fingers as she unlaced each bit of her ensemble for him, getting lost in how every inch of her creamy skin was revealed to him until there was no fabric left hiding her from those watchful eyes of his.

Tender hands stroked over the noticeable strain in his trousers, his breath hitching as eyes went slightly wide, flickering down to see her unbuckle his belt, freeing his length and gently pressing the pad of her index finger against him as though she were rubbing the tip of a paintbrush, circling against the sensitive skin. He watched how she rubbed him, swollen and throbbing against her soft hand as she wrapped her fist around as best she could. Jesse held his shaft while slowly trailing her tongue over him, her other hand cradling his balls gently. When those soft lips finally wrapped around his cock, Harry about exploded, clenching his jaw against the silk in his mouth to stop himself from losing it entirely. He said he would quiet down. He’d make good on that. A few torturous minutes of her gentle tongue curling against his tip and lips brushing over the slit nearly threw him off, but he kept his composure.

“I suppose you’ve been quiet long enough…let’s get that off, hm?” She smiled up at him, a confident quirk to his lips. That stare caused him to wonder if this was the kind of look that he made to fluster, because it certainly made him stiffen below the belt as she gently tugged away the silk from behind his head as he leaned down to her.

“Damn…” he cursed as he breathed out in relief, feeling her cool hands on his cheeks.

“What do you want as a reward, hm?”

“Let me feel you wrapped around me. I want to lose myself in you right now.” He mumbled with lidded eyes, her cheeks flushing slightly in response as he took her moment of hesitation to capture her lips, tongue stroking over them sweetly to coax her further, a low moan leaving him.

The minute she stood and pulled off the restraints from behind him, hands shot out and pulled her down against him, “H-Harry, at least let me put it in myself..!” He paused for a moment, considering and slowly nodding his head as he relented, fingers still holding her waist, “Thank you sweetheart.” He murmured sweetly in her ear, enjoying the way her cheeks burned as she wrapped an arm around his neck as her other hand held him up to her folds, stroking him along her to gather up enough slick to slowly stretch her walls as he slid in with her pressure on his hips. The growl that ripped through him was unexpectedly loud, his fingers digging into her hips slightly and holding her down once she lowered all the way to the base, “That’s it, just like that...” He purred, fingers sliding behind her to grip her ass and dig in to slowly help her along his length as she sank around him, tight but pleasantly so. Harrison grunted as he watched her begin to bounce on him, “Fuck.” He cursed as he nestled between her breasts, hands still on her hips as she teased herself on him gently, feeling her folds glide slowly over the swollen tip each time she pulled off. Every pass of it stretching her the slightest bit.

“I-I’m not as good at it as you.” She confessed as he chuckled breathlessly under her.

“You flatter me.” He laughed, sighing blissfully as she sank down again, resisting the urge to take things into his own hands.

“Could you…take over?” She peeked through her disheveled curls and looked at him, gasping when both hands of his suddenly grabbed her by the hips and lifted her almost all the way off before working her back down. The sensation of his girth leaving her quickly then pushing roughly back in almost made her arch all the way back on his lap.

“I was waiting for you to say that.” He rasped, leaning into her as he snuggled into her, four fingers grasping and bracing her back while his thumbs dug into the juncture between her legs and pelvis, starting to steadily bounce his girlfriend on him, both of them starting to pant in exertion and arousal.

“There’s my little wolf, howl for me, would you?” He hummed as he moved one hand up to play with her chest, thumb circling the swell of it and giving her nipple a couple teasing flicks while he moved roughly in and out of her, angling his hips up into her.

“H-Harry! Harry!” She whimpered, a smirk curling up the edges of the fox’s lips as his breathing grew ragged again, “Cum for me, that’s a good girl.” He murmured as he kissed her neck, then her lips, feeling her tighten around him as she came undone with a noticeable throb.

“I love you.” Her voice came out in a soft whine, his hips giving a few more thrusts before pulling out and shooting onto her stomach with a groan of her name. His arms drawing her in close as he nuzzled her neck, nose pressed against her shoulder as he caught his breath.

“I love you too.” He stroked a soothing path along her spine, smiling softly against her skin, “I could switch it up like that again…when do you think we can do it next?” He teased in her ear, feeling her stiffen nervously.

“I’m not as smooth as you are.” She blushed, his chuckle sounding softly above her.

“You set my heart racing plenty every day, love. We just gotta make your confidence in yourself reflect that confidence I have in you.” He pulled back a bit to rest his forehead against hers, “Okay?” Harrison watched as the edges of her lips turned upward in a gentle smile, her nose gently bumping his as she stared into his green eyes.

“Okay. Thank you.”

“Anytime.” His arms squeezed tight around her, wrapping her in warmth.

lace headers by saradika.

#kinktober 2024 #drac writes #ikemen villains #ikevil #ikevil harrison #harrison gray #nsft

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telekineticseance · 1 year ago

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REUNION

kinktober day twenty-four: cross dressing

pairing: matt stone x f!reader

summary: you go to a little high school reunion where you see an old high school crush

genre: smut

word count: 1701

cw: unprotected sex, p in v, cowgirl position (woohoo!)

author's note: i know it's november but here we are! also this is based off the thing i read where matt and trey used to go to parties in women's clothing soooooo

You dreaded the idea of actually attending a party with people from high school but your friend insisted. It was like an unofficial reunion of sorts and everyone that graduated in your year would be there, well mostly everyone because obviously there’d be some that wouldn’t show.

You looked at the house in front of you, debating on just turning around and going home for the last 5 minutes as you watched people go in and out, almost like it was a cliched high school party which took you by surprise since you figured people would’ve matured a little since high school.

One last look at the house, you finally dragged yourself out the car and up the steps before walking in. You looked around at the large crowd trying to find your friends but realized it was almost hopeless with the crowd. Knew you should’ve carpooled.

You took a deep breath before starting to walk around, keeping an eye out for your friends.

“Shit I’m so sorry,” A tall figure spoke as you felt the cold liquid of a drink spill on you. You let out a gasp looking up at the figure before realizing who it was. Matt Stone. You had a crush on him throughout high school but never actually spoke to him other than the occasional help with math work he’d offer you. And did he look even better now than he did before.

“Oh no it’s okay. It’s fine. I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.” You shrugged at him, looking down at the liquid you couldn’t really see on the dress. “Besides you can’t see it.”

He let out a small sigh of relief while looking down at you, “It’s Y/N? Right?”

Your eyes widened slightly, “Um yeah that’s me. And you’re Matt.”

He chuckled slightly looking down, “I am Matt. I think we had a couple math classes together?” You gave him a nod in response, noticing his outfit as you looked him up and down. He wore a crop top with low waisted jeans, and had waist chains. Normal girl fashion of the time which made you raise an eyebrow before he started chuckling once he noticed you were looking.

“Oh it’s something me and my friend do in LA. We like to dress more feminine to make people upset. Decided to try it here as well.” He pointed in a direction to reveal a guy in similar height who had bleached hair and his own feminine ensemble on.

You gave a nod, you kind of liked the look on him. You looked at the way his waist curved and the happy trail that ran down the lower abdomen before being concealed by the pants that rested just below his hips. He looked good. Really good.

Matt noticed you were looking and cleared his throat which brought your attention back to his gaze as you blushed lightly and nervously laughed, “Sorry. Just don’t usually see that. Not that it’s a bad thing of course. You really pull it off.”

He grinned back at you, almost forming into a smirk as his eyes scanned your own body. He let his eyes return to your eyes before speaking again, “So…are you seeing anyone?”

The question caused your eyes to widen slightly, was he seriously hitting on you? No it was just a question right? You shook your head in response, “Uh no not right now. Are you?”

He chuckled lightly, “No I’m not. City girls are..different. Hard to find the right one I suppose.” He continued to let his eyes roam you as he spoke, sending chills throughout your spine.

You gave a nod, feeling nervous around him which was nothing really new. “Do you wanna go somewhere quieter to talk?” His voice rang through the crowd, which was almost like you had forgotten about the room of people surrounding you.

“Yeah that sounds great,” He started walking through the house as you followed before he whispered something to his friend who glanced at you before nodding. You followed Matt up the stairs and walked throughout the hallway, opening random doors and seeing people from high school already try hooking up with one another before the two of you finally reached an empty room.

You laughed lightly when you reached the room, “I’m shocked people are treating this party like we’re in school all over again.” You turned your gaze back to him, “So how’s Hollywood been treating Matt Stone?”

Your eyes scanned him another time as he chuckled from your question, giving you a shrug, “Good? I guess. Finally moved out of the shitty studio I lived in with Trey. Still can’t afford our own place but now we have two bedrooms. I think we’re doing another movie though. Big Hollywood one, you should check it out when it comes out.”

“I might. Tell people that I know that guy on the screen.” You giggled lightly as you moved over to the bed in the middle of the room, sitting on it as you looked over at him, “Do you know what the movie’s about?”

He shrugged, “Horse? Like that basketball game? I mean that’s pretty much what it’s about anyways.”

You gave a small nod in response, listening to him as he explained the plot of the movie. He also told you what it was like making a show for tv and how different LA was compared to living in Colorado. He sat down next to you as the two of you talked, catching up on the years even though the two of you hardly talked in school.

He grinned down at you as the two of you exchanged glances before you looked down at his attire once more, “So why the outfit? I know you said why but why?”

He chuckled, “It kind of just started as a joke I guess? We would wear clothes as if we’re cross dressing just to see if it would piss people off. It does, obviously for some reason. Normally we pull out wigs and stuff but we toned it down because we’re just here.”

You nodded while looking at him, while he was right, most people would be offended by something like this, he made it work. And it really made you more attracted to him than before, if that were even possible. You looked up to his eyes and noticed they were lingering on your thighs, your dress had slipped up revealing more of your legs than it was originally.

You bit your bottom lip, scooting closer to him as you looked up at him, letting his eyes catch yours. “You know, if I’m being honest I had a huge crush on you in high school.”

He gave you a small smile, moving closer to you, “Really?” You nodded in response as he moved his hand up, moving a strand of hair out of your face as he looked at you.

“Do you still…feel that way?”

You gave him a small nod, feeling the air around you two grow thick as he leaned closer, his breath against your lips, “Would you be okay with me kissing you?”

You didn’t give him a response, instead you just put your lips to his, feeling his hand move to the back of your neck as he pulled you in closer, the two of you intertwined your tongues with one another as you kissed.

He leaned back against the bed as you climbed onto his lap, allowing the tension between you two to heat up. His hands moved to the bottom of your skirt, lifting it above your ass as his hand gripped your hips.

Your hands moved down his stomach, the cold metal of the chain grazing against your finger tips before you reached the waistline of his jeans, unbuttoning them before tugging at them, watching as his cock hit his bare stomach.

“No underwear?”

He gave you a shrug, while looking down at you. You wrapped your hand around his length, running your hand along it. He bit his bottom lip as you moved your hand, watching as his eyebrows furrowed. His hand moved to your underwear, applying pressure to your already throbbing clit as he started rubbing you through your panties causing you to gasp under his touch.

You lifted yourself off, shifting yourself on the bed as you pulled off your panties before hovering yourself over Matt. His eyes watched you closely as you lowered yourself down on him, watching as he leaned his head back against the pillows beneath him, closing his eyes. His lips parted as gasps escaped as you started bouncing on his cock, your hands resting on his chest.

Moans escaped from the two of you as you continued rocking your hips, clutching the pink fabric of his shirt. Matt’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you, watching his length enter you as he thrusted his hips up, sending chills throughout your body.

“M’fuck,” Matt groaned out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as you moved, throwing your head back. His hands moved under your hiked up dress, massaging your breasts as you felt the heat start to grow in the pit of your stomach.

“I-I’m so close,” You squeaked out as your grip tightened, practically ripping the clothes from his torso.

You let out a few more breathy gasps before the pressure built up, feeling his grip on your breasts increase as you let out a moan, reaching your orgasm as you flexed your walls around his cock while you did so.

His eyes watched as you cum, a groan coming from his mouth as he did before you pulled off him, stroking your hand along his length once more. He bucked against your hand as you watched the cum spill from the tip, his moans getting more feminine as he came into your hand, his breathing heavy.

You almost fell next to him as you laid on the bed, catching your breath from the two of you. His eyes looked over to you before he gave you a small grin, “I’ll be in town for the rest of the week if you’re free.”

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Was it the most inventive and interesting costume at the Halloween party? No. But you had put just as much thought into this outfit as you had with past year’s characters.

A lot of effort had gone toward being the sexiest cowgirl possible. It felt like you had visited every online costume store that the internet had to offer - needing something skimpy, but not too simple, an ensemble that you could feel fashionable in, rather than embarrassed. You had planned out every detail.

But it was all worth it because you had gotten the attention of the one person that you wanted to impress - Thomas.

It had been three months of you being in a friends with benefits arrangement with the guitarist. Securing his attention and keeping his interest felt like a need. It didn’t matter how much time you spent together, you were always craving him.

Everyone else at Ethan’s party felt like a distraction, Thomas approaching you was when your night truly began. He hadn’t gone for a scary costume either. Instead he was wearing a construction workers’ neon orange vest and a pair of baggy jeans. The makeup was the hero of the look, bold, black and covering so much of his face, almost like a mask. Its appearance made you want to laugh as he crossed the room over to you.

“Hey honey.” He said, standing next to you. But he didn’t get too close, not touching you. The fact that you were sleeping with each other was being kept secret, you had both agreed that was the best way to play this, for now.

Even though you knew he wasn’t about to kiss or show you any affection, your heart still fluttered at having him so close. It was all that potential, what you knew just being in his company could lead to.

“Am I the dream guest for your podcast?” You joked in reference to his costume.

“Hell yeah, doll. You will be perfect to help me spice things up.” He said, knowing exactly what you were talking about. He looked amused and you hoped he hadn’t already heard that quote too many times tonight - you wanted him to think you stood out from the crowd.

“Now I know why you wouldn’t tell me what your costume is. Because if I could have, I definitely would have kept you from dressing as Jojo Siwa.” You teased.

“Oh, because she’s a better dancer than me and I couldn’t pull it off?” He assumed.

“No, because she could never dance as well as you.” You said, the flattery made him smile.

His eyes began to move down the front of your body, his attention unwavering despite all of the activity in this room. You had already seen him looking at you and your costume a couple of times tonight, his eyes seeking you out amongst the other party-goers. But now he was getting a proper look and he seemed to be savouring it.

“You look amazing.” He said, yet to bring his gaze back up to your face. You considered that he could be trying to count every black patch of your leotard’s cow print.

“Yeah, you like it?” You asked, giving the matching hat a little adjustment.

He stepped in a little closer and lowered his voice. “I love it, doll. You know how into the whole country and western aesthetic I am. And the way you’re doing it is setting a new fuckin’ standard, it’s never looked so good.”

You could feel how flushed your cheeks had become and you were smiling widely at him. “You’re very sweet, thank you.”

He licked his lips, now close enough that you could smell his combination of cologne and cigarettes. “Do you want to know which part is my favourite?”

“Yes, please.” You said and your voice didn’t have the same conversational tone that you had used when talking with your other friends tonight.

“Your lasso.” He said, brushing his fingers against where the prop rope was attached to your belt. “That’s a nice detail.”

“I’m glad you like it.” You said.

With enough concentration, you could see past the bizarre makeup that surrounded both of his eyes, seeing the actual expression here. There was a sparkle in the warm hazel, something you had seen in the past when he was behaving cheekily. That was the look that he got when he was going to steer a regular conversation into innuendo.

“Can I?” He asked, even though he was already taking the prop off of your belt.

Now he stopped looking at you, concentrating on what he was doing as he unwound the rope. You didn’t know what he was about to do, but he had your full attention.

“When we’ve been in America, I have gotten the chance to hang out with real cowboys- people who own farms, have ridden a horse in the past twenty-four hours type. And I guess they like my enthusiasm because they’re always really nice to me, they’ve even taught me a few things.” He said as he created a loose loop with the rope.

“Like how to ride a mechanical bull.” You said. He had been quite proud to show you that footage, it was a skill he liked to surprise people with.

He threaded the tail of the rope through the knot he had just made. “Right. Probably they just like the way a tourist’s mind can be blown by what is so normal to them.” He secured the large loop with another knot. “One of the other things they’ve shown me is how to make and throw a proper, functioning lasso.

“It’s pretty much useless for me to know, ‘cause when am I ever around animals that need to be wrangled?” He said with a little laugh. You were enjoying watching his hands work, you knew how skilled his fingers were, memories tickling you at their movements. “But it’s a cool party trick.”

“Definitely, I had no idea you were so good with ropes.” You said, blushing when he looked at you. Neither of you had to say anything suggestive to change the tone of your comment, the suggestion was already there.

He smirked. “Pet, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

He started to show you a trick, getting the rope and its loop into motion. He held the length slack and got the loop parallel to the floor, then with a working of his wrist, he got the lasso to twirl in the air.

“That’s so cool. Will you teach me some of your tricks?” You asked.

“Let me show you the best one.” He said and he started to lift his hand above his head.

He held the lasso at the end of the shank and twisted his wrist in a continuous movement. The loop swung and twirled off to the side of his head, not touching his hair. He could maintain this smooth momentum, even as he took some careful steps back from you.

“Can you take your hat off for me?” He asked and you did it immediately, holding the wide-brimmed hat in front of your chest.

You were smiling at him, already so impressed. You were confident that he could do this, then what would he do once you were captured by his rope? He got a little further away, giving the lasso some quick glances, but mostly looking at you.

Then his stance changed, it seemed like he wasn’t going to put any more distance between you. He got his feet planted firmly, at shoulders’ width. You tried to not move and you could tell he was visualising his throw.

“Thomas Raggi!” Ethan’s loud voice suddenly halted everything. “You are not about to start throwing rope around inside of my home.”

Thomas let the rope go limp but he didn’t give it back to you. “What, why not? I haven’t knocked anything. I know what I’m doing, I can do it safely.”

Ethan was dressed as Beetlejuice, but he found a way to look very serious as he came over. “No way, you’ll bump a glass out of someone’s hand or you’ll hit something breakable. There’s a whole yard out there, take it outside.”

“Yes, mother.” Thomas sarcastically replied. He started to gather up the rope and he made a gesture for you to accompany him, which you were more than happy to do. “We’ll play outside where we can’t break your favourite vase.”

“You better.” Ethan warned, playing along now. “Or you’re gonna find out just how much of a bitch karma can be.”

Thomas laughed this off as he started toward the backdoor. You kept up with him, not paying much attention to the other party-goers as you passed them.

There were a couple of groups hanging out on the veranda. But you and Thomas were the only ones to walk down the stairs, onto the grass. It was a little more alone with him than you had been before.

“You’re gonna lasso me, right?” You asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, that’s my plan and it was going to be all cool and sexy before we got interrupted.”

You gave him a very quick kiss on his cheek as you both stopped walking, out of earshot of anyone else. “It’s still going to be sexy.”

He smiled and he started to straighten the rope, the lasso was still secured. You took some more steps ahead of him, putting about a metre between you. You turned to face him, your hat held at your side.

He raised the hand holding the rope above his head. He looked up as he began to swing the lasso, checking his technique as he picked up speed.

When he looked back at you, you could see how hard he was concentrating. You hadn’t planned for this, but it felt nice to have so much of his focus on you. It only added to the whole experience that you found his concentrating face so sexy (despite the purposefully ridiculous makeup).

He waited for the right moment and briefly released the rope, letting the loop glide through the air toward you. He had judged the momentum correctly and the lasso fell over you. Your head and shoulders passed through his loop, before the rope rested around your chest.

You looked up, grinning as he pulled the length of the rope taut. “Are you serious? You made that look so easy.” He wore a bashful kind of smile as he started to gather the rope up, forcing you to step toward him. “That’s so cool.”

“It just takes practice.” He said, continuing to bring you closer. “And with enough of it, even someone as uncoordinated as me can do something kinda impressive.”

You only had eyes for him as he guided you across the distance between you. Your heartbeat was more noticeable in your chest and your mind was quite quickly getting populated with ideas. You were still smiling widely as you stepped into the space directly in front of him.

Your eyes went to his lips (how long had it been since you had tasted them?). Then your interest went to his hands, watching how his fingers manipulated the rope.

“I’m a big fan of that trick.” You said.

He took the hat out of your hands so that he could return it to your head. “Then it was worth learning just to impress the world’s prettiest cowgirl.”

You licked your lips, forgetting the rest of the party as you kept staring at him. “What if I wanted you to keep me tied up?”

“This wouldn’t be the right rope for that, doll.” He said, his voice low and evoking memories of intimacy. “It’s fine to be part of your costume, I’m not critiquing that. But this type of rope is too abrasive.” He rubbed some of it against your bare skin to help make his point. “It would be okay at first. But then it would start to irritate, and maybe even hurt your skin.” He stopped moving the rope against you and you found the feeling of his fingers on your skin to be immediately superior. “Restraining someone in a way that’s pleasurable and safe takes a special type of bondage rope.”

“I had no idea.” You admitted.

This wasn’t the first time he had been able to best you with his knowledge of all things kink - you doubted it would be the last instance. Before him, you had never experienced the dynamic of a dominant and submissive. He was far more adventurous than any of your past partners, introducing you to so many new things.

But he never teased you over what you didn’t know. Instead of laughing at you, he loved teaching you. He fed your curiosity and you were wonderfully rewarded for each question you brought to him.

“That’s okay. It’s the kind of thing people learn through mistakes, but now you don’t have to make the same one.” He said.

You weren’t making any attempts to free yourself from his lasso. “Where does someone get this special type of rope from?”

“I got most of mine from online stores.” He said. “Would my plaything like to feel the difference for herself?”

Instantly you were nodding your head. “Yes. Yes please, I would love that.”

He licked his lips as he smiled. “Okay, let’s get out of here.”

“You don’t mind leaving the party so soon?” You asked as he began undoing the knots of the lasso.

“Nah, you’re the only person that I really wanted to spend time with tonight anyway.” He replied.

… … …

“You have to take that makeup off, Thomas.” You had delivered this request to him in every possible phrasing, repeating yourself countless times during the drive to his home.

But he still pretended to be surprised to hear it, just to mess with you. “Aren’t you gonna kiss me?”

“Not while that shit is on your face.” You wore a smile even as you protested.

You were leading the way into his home. Thanks to how frequently you visited here, you had the layout completely memorised. It was all so familiar to you that you instantly felt comfortable.

He finished locking the door and rushed to catch up with you. “What if I cover your eyes?” He blocked your vision with one of his hands. “Then you don’t even have to see it.”

You giggled and pushed his arm away. “Not good enough, I would know it’s there and it would distract me. I’m not gonna be able to get truly turned on while you’re looking like a Try Not to Cringe challenge thumbnail.”

He sighed. “Alright, it’s coming off. Just for you, I’m gonna wipe all this off.”

“Thanks.”

“Meet me in the bedroom, baby.” He said and he pressed a fast kiss to your cheek before beginning in a different direction to you. “And don’t get too used to giving me orders.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You said.

You progressed to the master bedroom and went for a lamp that you knew provided flattering lighting. Instead of placing yourself on the unmade bed straight away, you started to remove your costume. You took off your boots and the cow print arm warmers. You created a neat little pile for all of it. But you didn’t remove the hat - it still appealed to you, even if it didn’t perfectly match the lacy lingerie that you wore.

He was in a room too far for you to hear exactly what he was doing, it was all just vague background sounds as you tried to pick the best way to pose for his arrival. You placed your knees on the mattress, sitting up as you watched the doorway that you faced.

When he walked into your sight, you were pleased to see the makeup was gone, so was the overly-bright vest he had been wearing. There were no more distractions. You saw him as just Thomas, which was the sole thing you desired.

“Is it too cheesy if I say something like: giddy up?” You asked.

As he approached the bed, his eyes repeatedly appraised your body in an up-and-down motion. “Here’s the thing about me: I love cheese, calling something cheesy is not a negative to me.” He placed his hands to your hips and you could finally fully enjoy his touch, no longer worrying about who could see.

“Also, you look so fucking good that you can say anything and I’ll think it sounds fantastic.” He said, his hold on you firm as he started to lean in.

You grinned as you linked your arms around his neck. You tilted your head to keep the hat’s brim from getting in the way, and your mouths met.

You melted into the kiss, it was a relief to no longer hold yourself back. He wrapped an arm around you and you arched your back to press yourself firmly against him. Your bare skin met his and the only scent in your nostrils belonged to him.

You tightened your arms around him and started to lean back. You took him with you as you reclined back to the mattress. You kept on kissing him, your lips touched by the moisture of his mouth.

You laid your back flat on the bed and he readjusted to accommodate you. He braced himself with his knees on the bed, his body hovering over yours.

“Mmn, baby…” You moaned, elated by the feeling of his hips pressing into yours.

“You are just so sexy. You’ve done a lot, a lot of great costumes. You’re fantastic at Halloween, you know you are. But this is my favourite.” He said, pausing to give you more kisses. “I absolutely love it, baby.”

You smiled as he started to trail his lips down your neck. “I’m glad you think it’s so great…” You let your fingernails drag across his exposed back. “I wore it to impress you.”

He quickly lifted his head, eyebrows raised as he looked at you. “You did it to- what?” He smiled, it was wide and honest. “Really?”

“Yeah. I had a lot of different ideas, there were some spooky costumes that I thought could be cool- we can go through the Pinterest board I made later, if you want.” You said. “But then I thought that you would like this and I just locked in on the idea.”

“That's so sweet. Are you kidding me? You're so cute, I just-” He seemingly didn't have the words to finish this sentence, so he kissed you instead.

You felt butterflies in your belly as you kissed him back. You felt so valued as his lips lingered on yours.

Your night was concluding in the perfect manner and when you felt him writhing against you, you instantly moved with him.

“Now it’s definitely my favourite costume you’ve ever worn.” He said, making you giggle. A crinkle formed on the bridge of your nose as the smile on your face endured. “It’s a really sweet gesture.” He brushed the backs of his fingers against your cheek. “So I’m just all on your mind like that?”

“Yeah, it happens a lot.” You admitted, blushing.

“You’re a really good girl.” He said, his expression becoming more serious. Then he snatched the hat from your head and sat up, out of your embrace. He placed the hat on top of his shaggy hair. “Now, are you gonna be a good student while I teach you a thing or two about ropes?”

“I’m ready to learn.” You said.

He got to his feet, walking across the room. You watched his every step as he went to the wardrobe. He slid its door open, then crouched down, going for a lower compartment.

He returned to the mattress with four separate bundles of rope in his hands. He offered these to you and you took a black bundle. “Unwind it, I want you to feel the difference in quality. They’re made from totally different materials.”

You did as instructed, letting the length of rope unfold. But you found your attention wavering when he emptied his hands so he could undo the fly of his jeans. You hardly acknowledged the rope passing between your fingers because you were so focused on the fact that his underwear was black. He pushed the denim down and you saw how the front of the briefs were stretched by his erection.

He simply stepped out of the pants and then picked up one of the rope bundles. “You see, it’s so much softer, right?”

“Not from my point of view.” You said, fixing your eyes on his dick.

He saw where your attention laid and he laughed, before prompting you to look up by putting his fingers underneath your chin. “Come on little slut, it’s time to concentrate.”

You smiled, working your fingers on the rope some more. “It’s definitely smoother, I like how it feels more.”

“Yeah, this is designed to feel comfortable on your skin for, like, hours.” He said, pulling any twists out of the rope. “Do you think you could handle it?”

You handed your rope over to him. “There’s only one way to find out.”

He briefly bent down to kiss you. “Alright, I think that lingerie should come off now. As sexy as it looks, I don’t want it to get in my way later.”

“Sure.” You said, immediately unclasping your bra. You removed these last items then sat back down on his bed, completely exposed for his every whim.

“I need you to tell me the second that it feels like some part of your body might be going numb. We can’t mess with your blood’s circulation, it’s actually super serious.” He said.

You held his gaze as you nodded. “Okay, I’ll take it seriously.”

“Thank you.” He said. “Now, bring your legs up and just fold them in front of your chest, with your feet still on the bed.” You repositioned your legs, but he provided extra guidance by putting a hand on your knee to move it away from the other. “Now, now toy, do you really think I want your legs together?”

You smiled and kept your thighs apart. You felt a little flutter in your pussy as he thoroughly looked you over.

“Much better.” He said. “Is that comfortable for you?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Great.” He said and he sat down at your side, the black rope ready between his hands. “I’m gonna start like this.”

He folded the rope in half before beginning a loop around your ankle. Then he wrapped the rope around your thigh too. He gave it a bit of security by feeding the ends through the two strands, pulling and letting you feel the first hints of tension. It excited you and you licked your lips, watching as his work continued.

He wrapped the rope around more times, creating firm bands that would keep your leg in this bent position. Once he was satisfied with the amount of loops, he threaded the tails through the strands again.

You marvelled at the quickness of his hands, his fingers too fast for you to properly follow. It reminded you of when you watched him play guitar - all you could do was admire because you were seeing something you would never be able to replicate. He was an undeniable master.

He created a couple of knots, then took his hands away. The rope remained in place, still feeling just as tight. He looked at you and you showed him a smile.

“How does that feel, baby?” He asked.

“It’s good.”

“Yeah, would you like me to tie the other side?”

“Yes, please.”

He gave you an all-too-quick kiss, then got up and relocated himself to the opposite side of your body. He had a new length of rope in hand, which was doubled over before he wrapped it around your ankle.

“What is this position called?” You asked.

He smirked. “It’s not named anything sexy- this is crab. But don’t worry, you look so much better than that sounds.”

“Wow, thanks.” You sarcastically replied.

He copied what he had done on the other side, restraining this leg just as easily. You were now entirely immobile.

“Some people would say this is done now, full crab has been achieved.” He said. “But there’s another part I want to do. It involves your arms, are you down for that?”

Eagerly, you nodded, you were practically desperate to know how it felt to go all the way like that. You were looking forward to saying that you had tried shibari, with the knowledge that you had fully tried it. This wasn’t going to be a half-hearted attempt.

“I’m definitely down for that, baby.” You said.

“Brilliant. Can you line your wrist up with the binds on your thigh?” He asked.

You placed your wrist against the outside of your thigh as he untied a new rope bundle. He created secure bands around your wrist quickly.

“I’m not the only one who was enjoying your costume at the party.” He said, affixing your hand with his knots.

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“Do the same with your other hand.” He said as he switched sides. “I’m talking about other people checking you out. You looked damn sexy and people were noticing, you had a lot of eyes on you. Especially your ass, the little booty shorts looked so good. You didn’t see any of the stares?”

“Stares? Why would anybody stare at me? I'm not calling you a liar, but…”

“Did you not hear what I just said? Your ass, the whole sexy costume.” He said.

You were blushing as you shook your head. “I didn't see anybody checking me out. Well, aside from you.”

“Yeah.” He said, making the knots to secure your other hand. “There were a lot of people seeing how fine you are. But I'm the only one who gets to see you like this.”

“That's right, baby.” You said.

He got to his feet and stood beside the bed, looking you up-and-down. His eyes lingered in certain spots and the pleased look on his face made your heart beat faster.

“Is that comfortable?” He asked.

Your balance remained intact, your weight distributed between your feet and ass. It wasn't too far from a regular sitting position and you didn't see why you couldn't maintain it. “Yeah, it's good.”

“Yeah?” He leaned in and you longed to tug down his underwear, it should have been within your capabilities. “Do you wanna get fucked like this?”

“Dying for it.” You said.

He smiled as he bent down a little, giving you a kiss. He didn't linger like you wanted him to. You kept your eyes closed for a moment longer, looking when you heard the sigh of a drawer opening. He picked out a condom and turned back to you.

He finally shed his underwear, then covered his cock with the latex. Then he was back to directly in front of you and you were liberated from the wait for more kisses. He cradled your face in his hands as your mouths crushed together. You drew him in for deeper kisses, sucking on his top lip. It was the only way you could properly express yourself. Trying to wiggle yourself forward on your butt couldn’t get you as close as you wanted to be.

He helped to bring your bodies closer together, doing the work that you couldn’t. He leaned into you, letting you feel his skin on yours. You arched your back, trying to press more of yourself against him - feeling him was your only goal and it consumed you.

Your tongue glided between his lips, exploring greater intimacy. He grabbed one of your hips with his hand as his body settled against yours more. You made the most of what you had because it didn’t seem like he was about to join you on the bed. You massaged your tongue against the roof of his mouth.

He pressed his dick against you, prompting you to realise how perfectly your genitals lined up. He steadily rocked his hips, rubbing his length on you. The movements didn’t need to be hurried, it was enough to get your heart beating faster at this promising start.

He tilted his pelvis and you soon felt his tip spreading your pussy open. He broke away from the kiss with a gasp as he eased his length deeper. He held your chin in his hand as you listened to how much he was losing breath. You kept your eyes shut, noticing this new pressure building in you.

“Oh, it’s good. It’s so, so, so good.” He whispered as he gradually filled more into you. “That pussy is so fucking good, toy.”

You could only whimper in response as you were feeling your excitement reaching you on a new level. Your pussy fluttered as it adjusted to having him inside.

Your lips found his again, kissing and sucking a little in your neediness. He worked to catch up with you, tapping into your impassioned rhythm.

He shifted his stance, resting one of his knees on the bed beside you. On his next thrust he could move in deeper, prompting you to moan directly into his mouth.

He let you feel hints of a tempo as he experimented with his range of motion, seeing what he could do without losing his balance. More of your moisture slicked him with his every movement.

Then he hit onto the consistency, working into you with far less pausing. His swiftness reduced your time to recover and you could feel how everything was starting to build up.

You got invested in his rhythm, eager to discover what it could give you next, so you started to move with him. Your balance didn’t feel as certain, but you liked the enhanced friction too much to want to stop. It was a minimal pumping of your hips but you could time it to match his plunges forward and let him finish at a deeper point of your cunt.

You writhed with him, the feeling of his body rubbing on yours proved to be the only thing you needed to think about. You savoured every second of it and it felt just as thrilling as it had on that first night.

The synchronisation of your bodies was somewhat fumbled when you began to fall back. There wasn’t any way for you to pull yourself out of this momentum and he did nothing to save you from gravity.

You reached the mattress with a gasp, feeling the restrictions of the binds so completely. You squirmed a little, trying to figure out your next move, what could you possibly do? You lifted your head so you could look down at him.

Before you had to make any decisions, he slammed his cock all the way into you. Your thought process instantly evaporated and you saw the determined look on his face. He grabbed at the ropes on one of your thighs and fucked into you again, then slowly dragged his dick back.

Your chest swelled as you felt a little like melting in response to the hungry pace that he was setting up. You felt him hit your g-spot. You felt his balls slapping against your butt. Your head fell back as you welcomed the complete loss of your composure.

You heard his ragged breathing as he seemingly gave all of his energy to each buck. You found it a little easier to move with him now, tensing your back and lifting your hips according to his speedy pace until it felt like your whole body was on fire. Your hands curled into fists and you paid into the exertion every time.

“Fuck, Tommy…” You strained through gritted teeth.

Getting closer to the edge, you had to work to keep your grinding consistent. Now your cunt was spasming and there were uncontrollable twitches through your body. But you were desperate to stick with him.

“Are you still liking it, darling? You still like being bound?” He asked.

Your toes curled as you glided your hips up. “I love it.” Your throat tightened, changing the sound of your voice. “I've never felt more like your plaything.”

“Because that's what you are.” He said through heavy breaths.

His flow couldn’t be interrupted by your unpredictable twitches, he was locked into these jolts. He kept his grip on the ropes, using this to continuously yank you forward on his dick, meaning you were always exactly where he needed.

“I might keep you tied up.” He said. “That way I can keep fucking you over…” He lost his smoothness, adding emphasis to his words with rough thrusts into you. “...and over and over and over.”

You sputtered wordlessly, on the verge of being ruined. Your nerves were on fire and the sensitivities were now ruling your body, completely inescapable.

“Fuck, I can feel that you’re getting close.” He said.

“Yeah, really fucking close, Tommy.” You said, so receptive to his movements in your elevated state.

He eased off ever so slightly. “Hold it for me. Can you?” You groaned and bit into your bottom lip. “Can you try? There’s another position I wanna do while you’re tied like this.”

It took effort for you to draw in a deep breath, then you nodded. “Alright.”

He pulled out and you tried to use this time to pull yourself back together, at least a little. More deep breaths came as your heart rate grew less irregular.

Thankfully he didn’t require you to make any moves, because you didn’t have the strength or coordination for that. He did all of the work for you, climbing up onto the mattress and putting his hands on you. He turned you around, your head in the direction of the headboard now. Then he began to tip you onto your side.

“You trust me, right?” He asked, the calculated look on his face telling you that he was planning the next move.

You laughed. “We wouldn’t have gotten this far into the whole tying up thing if I didn’t trust you.”

“True.” He said. He gave you another gentle push, getting you onto your front. “Is that comfortable?”

“Um…” There was a decent amount of pressure on your legs now, and your head was too far to allow you to rest it down.

“Hang on, hang on.” He said, rushing to make some adjustments.

He succeeded at getting you into a slightly different (but definitely improved) position. Your weight was transferred to your chest, which now rested on the mattress. Your ass was lifted into the air, a curve in your back.

“That’s good.” You said.

“Yeah, I’m liking it a lot, too.” He said, caressing your ass. “But you can just tell me if it starts getting uncomfortable.”

You rested your cheek on the mattress, angling your head so that you could have him in your field of vision. “Do I need to keep delaying my orgasm?”

“What?” He asked before he paused for a moment. “Oh, no. You can have that whenever you feel it coming on.”

You smiled as you felt him moving around behind you. “Thanks, baby.”

He touched and held your body in different spots.

Then you felt his skin pressed flush to yours as he got himself to exactly the right position. You were pleased when he didn’t waste any more time, just going straight to burying his dick inside of you. The lust brought so much heat and weakness back into your body.

Shutting your eyes allowed you to see glittering stars as he started to move. He pushed himself into your ass, then lingered before starting a new pump of his hips.

You writhed back into him, delighting in how those sensitivities returned to their earlier height. You could feel how close you were to completely melting into your climax.

It didn’t take much more for you to reach that peak, his perfect tempo giving you the ultimate stimulation. Your noises got louder, moans ripping free from your throat. You felt one of his hands grab for yours and you immediately latched onto it, squeezing as the rest of your body seemed to dissolve.

“Oh my guh-...” You rasped as you were taken over.

“You did so well, doll. Oh, you did so well.” He said, his voice keeping you from getting totally detached from reality.

You were still feeling like you were floating in this dreamy state of satisfaction when he started to move again. Between your sensitive walls, he jerked his cock, becoming more determined. This kept you whimpering and squirming.

“Oh fuck, fuck.” He said as he got into a speedy rhythm, which would keep you from recovering any time soon. “Fuh-uh… uh…”

He powered into you with the last of his energy, then the climax claimed him. He rocked a little, but then the momentum ran out and he was still, leaning into your body.

“Mmn, did that feel as good as it sounded, babe?” You asked.

“Fuck yes, it did.” He said before giving your butt some playful pats. “Giddy up.”

You giggled at this, tingles shooting through your body, even as he began to pull out. He rocked himself back, no longer providing additional pressure on your body. You heard his heavy panting as he tried to catch his breath.

“Let me untie you, then I've got some spooky candy we can have.” He said.

You tried to help as he got you turned around, returning you to lying on your back. As he worked at undoing the binds, he checked in with you, asking how you were feeling or if anything hurt. You had no negatives to share.

It felt good to stretch and move your limbs about as you wished. You were quick to turn around, wanting to see him properly again. The hat had fallen off his head at some point and he didn't bother to pick it back up. When your eyes met, he smiled at you and your heart fluttered subtly.

“Are you okay, honey?” He asked.

“Uh-huh, yeah, okay is an understatement.” You said, making him chuckle. When you started to lay down, you could feel that your energy was much lower than before. But your body was still so warm as the lust echoed through it. “You are really good with rope.”

“I’ll show you more another time, yeah? You're fun to tie up.” He said. Instead of lying down with you, he reached onto the bedside table and picked up a bag full of something, ripping it open. You were presented with a small chocolate bar before he tore into his own.

“And how is this spooky?” You asked.

He lifted the bag for you to see its packaging. “There's a spider on the packet here, isn't that so terrifying?”

“Not as scary as Jojo Siwa.” You said and he laughed as he settled back onto the pillow next to where your head was lying. “You would only have to ask and I would wear other, much sluttier costumes for you.”

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