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EXPERIENCE (m.)
könig x inexperienced!reader
tags: age gap, acquaintances to lovers, afab!reader but gn
cw: loss of virginity, cunnilingus, fingering, hand riding (hear me out), pussyjob, talking u thru it, praise, pet names (liebling, little one), size kink/difference, handjob, reassurance/encouragement kink, wet&messy, konig is uncut hehe, squirting
note: konig is in his 40s and reader is in their 20s!
;in which you live in the same building as a really hot, older, military man
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When you met König, you never expected the harmless interactions to ever evolve into anything substantial. He lived somewhere in the same apartment building as you did, though you didnât know where exactly. Most times, you would find him in the elevator or cross paths with him in the lobby.Â
You knew he was in the military, most of the people living in the building were. It was close to the nearby base and had rent for a damn good price. The way he carried himself, back straight and body seemingly always at attention gave him away.Â
He was massive, standing much taller above you with broad shoulders and thick thighs. A lot of the time he was wearing a hood over his face, mostly when he was coming or going from work â which was seemingly all the time.Â
On the few occasions that you caught him without the hood, you could tell it was him solely by his build. There was no one else in the building who looked anything like that.Â
He was handsome, in a rugged, tired kind of way. He was a lot older than you were expecting him to be â probably in his early to mid forties, you guessed. He had salt and pepper hair, fine lines etched onto his face, and stern eyes from (no doubt) many years in the military.Â
You had never properly spoken to him before. Hell, you didnât even know his name. You greeted him when you saw him and smiled in passing when you made eye contact. Occasionally, he would respond in an accented voice that you longed to ask about.Â
The event that changed everything was a fun little night out you had with your friends. You had maybe had a bit too much to drink before finally conceding at your friendsâ behest to call yourself an Uber.Â
By the time you reach your apartment building, youâre still very buzzed and starting to feel a little nauseous. You stumble to the elevator and impatiently slam your thumb on the button over and over again, losing count as you do.Â
âItâs not going to come any faster,â an accented voice drones next to you, nearly making you jump out of your skin.Â
âYou scared the shit out of me,â you wheeze, hand over your racing heart.
âYou should be more aware of your surroundings then,â he says, âEspecially when you are intoxicated.â
You huff through your nose, growing annoyed at the prospect of being lectured. The elevator grants mercy and dings before slowly opening. There's a rowdy group of men inside who quickly walk out of the elevator, seedy eyes immediately finding their way to you, scanning your body up and down as they pass by.Â
You feel that nauseous pit in your stomach twist as you finally step onto the elevator. Nothing to ruin your jovial mood from a nice evening more than a group of leering men. Living in an apartment building filled with soldiers, it wasnât unusual to have them stare at you â didnât mean you liked it.Â
You cross your arms over your chest as König steps on, the elevator creaking and groaning under his immense weight.Â
âWhat floor?â he asks softly, glancing at you over his shoulder as he stands in front of the button panel.
â3,â you mumble, leaning against the back wall. You watch him punch in the 3 but not anything else, making you raise a brow, âYou live on 3 too?â
He shakes his head but doesnât say another word. You narrow your eyes at his back, if he feels you looking, he doesnât give it away. The elevator is plunged into silence aside from the quiet sound of the shaft moving up and up until it dings and the doors slide open.Â
He steps out first, standing in the threshold to keep the door from closing as you push yourself off the wall. Your head swims for a second and you stumble past him, keenly aware of his eyes on you.Â
You wander down the hallway, glancing over your shoulder to see him slowly stalking behind you. His arms hand limply by his sides, his fists clenched into fists but he remains a respectable distance.Â
âWhy are you following me?â you ask, unable to hide the nervousness in your tone, âYou said you donât live on this floor.â
âYoung recruits are tools,â he supplies simply, âI am making sure you make it to your door without any problems.â
That causes you to hum and for a little flutter in your stomach to manifest. You brush it off and pause at your door, pulling your keys out so unlock it. You push it open and step in, letting it hit your back to keep it from closing as you turn to look at your companion.
âThank youâŠumâŠâ you clear your throat and look at him expectantly.Â
âKönig,â he supplies simply, arms tucked behind his back, making him look even wider.Â
âKönigâŠâ you repeat, feeling the words on your tongue, âInteresting name. Where are you from?â
âAustria,â he replies almost mechanically, âI will be going now.â
You donât get to say another word before heâs stalking away and down the hallway, heavy footfalls practically rumbling the ground beneath him. You slowly close your door and lean against it, hand placed over your racing heart â when did that start up?Â
You blame it on your inexperience when it comes to men. Youâd had a couple boyfriends, pretty standard for someone in their 20s. Your problem was none of them were ever good enough. The over-zealous types who wanted their dicks sucked as gratitude for paying for dinner. Then would turn around and either give you the most lackluster head of your life, barely any foreplay before trying to shove his dick into an unprepared hole.Â
You had never given them the chance, once they showed they were only interested in their own pleasure and would more than likely not even think about touching your clit or angling for your g-spot, you stopped them and kicked them out. More often than not, you woke up to a break-up text because of course you did.Â
So that was how you were still a virgin and more or less, at this point, given up on dating. Youâd been single now for the better part of 6 months and had no intentions of giving any men your own age a shot at it.Â
ButâŠyou hadnât considered an older man. Like König.Â
At that thought, you pushed yourself off the door and kicked your shoes off, intent on taking a shower to hopefully wash these drunken thoughts out of your head. So heâd been nice and walked you to your door, no questions asked, so what? Didnât make him any different from men your age.Â
As you made it to the bathroom, you felt your stomach finally churn for the final time and found your head buried in the toilet. You cursed yourself for not listening to your friends, who apparently knew your own limits better than you did.Â
The next time you see König is just a few days later. You walk into the apartmentâs gym on the ground floor, and there he is â sitting lifting weights. You pause when you see him, feeling that traitorous flutter in your chest you were sure you puked out that night you had learned his name.Â
You watch the way his biceps flex, bulging so large youâre sure not even two of your hands could wrap around the girth of it. There were some scars littering his skin, most of them white and raised from age but a few that still had that new tissue pink color. You also noticed some fading tattoos encircling his forearms. Fuck, he was hot.Â
You hung your head and scampered over to the treadmill, intent on getting your cardio up.Â
As you run, you notice a group waltz in, laughing and shoving each other. You glance over at them, rolling your eyes when some of them make eye contact and nudge their buddies. They lean in close and whisper to each other with shit eating grins on their faces and you find frustration building up so you try to ignore them.Â
âQuiet,â you hear an accented voice snap, full of authority, âYou are disturbing everyone.â
The rowdy young men quiet down immediately and clear their throats, âS-Sorry, Colonel,â one of them utters.
âColonel? Is that high ranking?â you find yourself wondering, making a mental note to look that up later.Â
Either way, König manages to make the gym peaceful once again and you finish your workout with no other hitches.Â
You grab your towel and dab at the sweat on your face and neck as you swiftly make your way out of the gym, completely unaware of the shadow following closely behind.Â
You slow to a stop at the elevator, punching the button to call it as you sip on your water bottle, mindlessly going over what else you need to do with your day. The shadow behind you remains stagnant, still and silent as it lurks behind your unsuspecting form as the elevator opens and you step on.Â
He follows, hefty weight causing the elevator to groan as usual. That gets your attention and you jump, placing a delicate hand over your racing heart just like you had before, eyes wide in shock at his appearance.
âYouâre doing it on purpose now!â you whine at him and he has to fight back a smile at it.Â
âI told you that you needed to pay more attention to your surroundings,â he replies smoothly, pressing the 3 button for you before pressing 5 for himself.Â
âHow is a guy as big as you able to be so quiet?â you ask softly, making note of the floor he lives on.Â
âYears of training,â he gives a quick response that you hum at. There is a beat of silence before he finds himself speaking again, âYou never gave me your name.â
He sees the way you look at him in surprise and he almost wishes he could rip the words from the air as soon as he says them. He doesnât want you to get the wrong idea that he actually wants to get to know you.Â
But you smile softly and give him your name with a kind nod of your head before the elevator grants him mercy and dings at the arrival on your floor.
âSee you around, König,â you say as you step off.Â
He doesnât respond.Â
Once back in the safety of your apartment, you find yourself going through the entire interaction in your head over and over again. Your heart races as you think back on him.Â
It's as youâre making dinner for yourself that you finally have the coherent thought of revelation that you may have a crush on König.Â
The revelation is almost enough to have you groaning out of frustration into the quiet sanctity of your apartment but you manage to refrain. But you canât deny you donât quite know what to do about it now. You had sworn off of men butâŠthat was men your own age. König wasâŠolder than you, surely at least 15 years your senior, possibly more. You figure it couldnât hurt to ask him out for some coffee one of these days.Â
Except, the next time you see König is almost 2 weeks later. You donât see hide nor hair of him at all. It definitely puts a damper on your confidence and you almost think your crush was just a fleeting little thing and for that youâre grateful for.Â
Until the elevator opens one day and there he is. Heâs wearing his hood but his eyes look even more exhausted than usual â beyond the general tiredness that comes with age. You carefully step on, joining him in the downward descent to the lobby. Itâs just the two of you and feel that fluttering in your chest start up again and your hands begin to sweat. You scour your brain for something to say â anything to start up a conversation after so long of not seeing him.
âHavenât seen you around,â you mutter softly. He hums softly in acknowledgement but doesnât supply much of a response beyond that, âWhere have you been?â you try again.
âDeployed,â he finally responds after several seconds of silence.Â
You canât find any way to respond or keep the conversation going but itâs sure that he has no intentions of doing so anyway. Still, it surprised you that he had been deployed, you hadnât considered that. It made sense now that you thought about it.Â
The elevator opened and you both stepped out. He walked much faster than you, beelining out of the apartment and you briefly considered letting him go but another part of you wanted to stop him and ask him out.Â
You cursed to yourself and jogged forward, calling his name. He stopped in his tracks at the sound of you calling for him. He looks down at you over his nose, a burning gaze that makes your nervousness spike. Perhaps it wasnât such a good time after all.Â
âWhat?â he snaps, clearly impatient.
âOh umâŠâ you clear your throat and slow to a stop, âN-NevermindâŠâ
He huffs through his nose and resumes storming out of the apartment. You find yourself sighing deeply, following his lead. When you get outside, heâs nowhere to be seen and you once again find yourself wondering how a man of his size is so good at not being seen.Â
A few nights later, the weekend rolls around and you find yourself standing in that damned elevator with him once again. Heâs maskless and it gives you pause before stepping on.Â
Itâs silent for a few seconds before he says, âI am sorry for the other day.â
You look up at him with wide eyes, âUmâŠwhat do you mean?â
âI was not polite towards you,â he answers, casting a soft gaze towards you that makes your heart flutter, âI took my bad mood out on you and I should not have. SoâŠI am sorry.â
âOhâŠâ you clear your throat and give him a smile, âitâs alright, König. I shouldnât have bothered you with something silly.â
He frowns at you, âSomething silly?â
âItâs nothing,â you assure him, smiling kindly at him.Â
He wants to ask you what you mean but the elevator door opens and you step out, making him realize that you reached your floor. You wave your goodbye to him as the doors close and he lets his head fall back with a sigh once heâs alone.
Yet another bad day weighed heavily on his shoulders when you came waltzing into the elevator, bright eyed and happy. His fists were clenched behind his back and he did his best to avoid looking at you, hoping you would take the hint and not speak to him like you usually did. It hadnât been but a day since he had apologized to you for making an ass of himself in the lobby and he didnât want to do the same thing so soon after.Â
But then you say something that sends it all crumbling down.
âHeyâŠâ you start, fidgeting your fingers in front of you, âWould you like to get coffee sometime? Maybe lunch?â
You ask it so sweetly and softly. For some reason, that grates on his nerves even more than anything.
âWhat?â he snaps, cold and sharp in a way that makes you visibly freeze.Â
You look up at him like a deer caught in the headlights, âUmâŠw-well, I justâŠitâsâŠI would like toâŠâ
Your nervous babbling only serves to piss him off even more as his glare narrows down on you, making you shrink in on yourself where you stand. Suddenly, the elevator feels much smaller than it had ever before â even with him filling most of the space as usual.Â
âYou want to go out with me?â he spits, his accent growing stronger with every venomous word that he canât seem to stop from spilling from his lips, âI am twice your age, what the hell makes you think I would want to date you?â
You swallow thickly around the lump forming in your throat and bite back the tears that threaten to form. He hears you sniffle and promptly snaps his head to look at you. Under the ugly, yellow light of the elevator he can see the tears trickling down your cheeks and he suddenly wants to slap himself into the next decade.Â
He wants to open his mouth so badly and apologize for being so cruel to you. He knows he could have told you no in a much softer way rather than making your feelings seem like something revolting or stupid. But the elevator doors open and youâre slipping out before he even has a chance. He decides not to chase after you.Â
Itâs for the best, he assures himself.Â
It only takes a few days before heâs vehemently regretting not stopping you then and there.Â
It happens on a Friday night, the elevators are closing just as a hand jumps between them, sending them opening again. You step on, giggling in a way that tells him youâre just a little inebriated. You freeze when you see him standing there, maskless and cold gaze as he watches you tug a young man into the elevator behind you â clearly a little drunk himself.Â
You pointedly stand in front of König, keeping your back to him to show that youâre not even willing to look at him. König feels his heart clench painfully in his chest before itâs replaced by a wash of anger as he watches the young man paw at you. He slips his hand down your back to grope at your ass, making you giggle breathlessly before youâre batting his hands away with a little bat of your lashes.Â
König wishes he had an excuse to step off the elevator at the same time as you â anything to prolong his time with you. Heâs never felt the desire to cockblock someone more in his whole entire life.Â
But he doesnât move. He just watches you step off without a single glance in his direction before youâre vanishing around the corner and the elevator doors close silently, leaving König alone with his thoughts.Â
You couldnât believe you brought this guy to your apartment. You especially couldnât believe you were letting him strip you of your clothes and paw at your body like some kind of mindless dog. You had sworn to yourself that you were not going to fall into this trap again â a 20-something year old guy buying you a drink, complimenting you a little, teasing and groping you in the club until you caved and brought him home. It wasnât your first go around â and it always ended the same way.
But you were drunk and you needed to get your mind off that stupid, giant Austrian military man that lived in your building. And wouldnât you know it, he was on the elevator as soon as you got in. It was almost enough to sober you up, your wounded pride and feelings still so prevalent even after a few days of nursing the hurt.Â
You could only hope that this would relieve you of your hurt feelings.Â
Unfortunately, you quickly realized that this was a mistake.Â
As soon as he started groping you, spreading your legs and trying to stuff his cock inside you without so much as a single finger of prep â you knew this wasnât going to happen.
You tried to lead him, thinking maybe he was a little too tipsy to actually think about it.
âHow about a little prep, hm?â you ask softly.
He pauses what heâs doing and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, âOhâŠyouâre one of thoseâŠâ
He says it in disgust and you feel yourself bristle in annoyance, âOne of what?â
âYou want me to eat you out, right?â he scoffs, rolling his eyes, âThat shitâs gross, câmon just let me stick it in, already.â It was that moment that you felt any minute desire you had to have sex evaporate.Â
You donât even bother walking the guy out, leaving him to limp to the elevator in shame with a hard cock and blue balls.
It takes you a few days to find it in yourself to crawl out of your apartment. The only reason you actually do leave is because youâre in need of food â your little supply of ramen has depleted and you have to bite the bullet.Â
After your little shopping trip at the nearby convenience store, you find yourself waiting for the elevator when a dark shadow looms over you. You feel a pit of dread in your stomach as you smell the musky, sweet scent of his cologne. But you donât dare acknowledge his presence.Â
He doesnât give you long to ignore him, however, before heâs talking to you.
âHow was your little date?â he asks, voice dripping in a tone of condescension that immediately puts you on edge.Â
âWhatâs it to you?â you hiss, still not daring to look at him.Â
He scoffs, âYou went and found yourself a little toy to play with awfully fast. Seems your interest in me wore off quickly, no?â
That gets you to finally turn around, meeting his cold, indifferent gaze with your hot, teary one. You miss the look of surprise that flashes over his face.
âWhat is your problem?â you snap, âYou rejected me, what the hell do you care what I do? And for your information, the date was shit. He was shit, like I should have expected any difference. God, I really am a fucking idiot,â you find yourself rambling, a lamenting spiel that you canât seem to stop no matter how badly you want to, âJust like every prick before him, he was selfish and revolting. I thought I could finally get fucking laid and just call it a day but no, my stupid standards are too high and I find myself asking out the hot older guy in my building only for him to find me revolting!â
By the time youâre done ranting, the doors open and you storm out of the elevator, angrily gripping your bag of groceries. König is frozen where he stands, watching you leave as the doors slowly close â almost begging him to put his hand between them and stop them so he can chase after you.Â
But he doesnât.
Itâs creeping up on midnight when thereâs a knock on your apartment door. Youâre curled up on the couch, watching some random show that you werenât really invested in but couldnât be bothered to change.Â
The knock makes you jump, startled, but get up nonetheless. A quick peek in the peephole tells you exactly who it is before you even open it.Â
You briefly consider not opening it period but find yourself opening it before you actually settle on a decision.Â
König stands in front of you, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand, looking comically small. The sight is almost enough to get you to crack a smile. Almost.
But the residual hurt from the last few interactions youâve had with him is enough to keep you stoic. You raise a brow and you practically see his confidence falter. A pang of guilt goes through you at the sight and you step aside, waving him in with a quiet huff.Â
He closes the door behind him softly, kicking his boots off as he watches you wander into the living room. You take a seat on your couch, covering yourself with your throw blanket once again as you watch him wander in, gazing around at your decor before finally settling on you.Â
âUmâŠâ He clears his throat nervously and places the flowers on your coffee table, âI think that we should talkâŠâ
âShould we?â you quip back.
He sighs, broad shoulders heaving with the movement before he takes a seat beside you, taking up a hefty amount of space on your small couch.Â
âI want to apologize,â he says softly, folding his hands in his lap, âWhen you asked me outâŠI-I should not have spoken to you like that.â
You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, âIf thatâs all this is about, König, then you can go. I-I donât really want to hear a half-assed apology about the way you rejected me. Youâre not interested, letâs just move on from it. Iâll get over it.â
He shakes his head quickly and curses under his breath, a word you donât understand â German, your brain supplies, helpfully.
âYou are wrong,â he says, âI do not want you to get over it because I am interested.â
The gets you to perk up, eyes wide, âWhat do you mean? You said youââ
âI know what I said,â he mutters, âI amâŠtwice your ageâŠâ
âSo you mentioned beforeâŠâ you reply.
âI do not thinkâŠyou should be with someone old like me,â he continues softly, âYou should be with someone your own age. That is what I thought. It is not that I donât find you attractive; I think youâre sweet and lovely. But it's justâŠour age differenceâŠâ
âKönig,â you stop him from continuing, âIâm capable of making my own decisions.â
âI understand that butâŠâ he trails off, casting a sideways glance across the room, away from you.
âIâve tried dating men my own age, König,â you say, âIt always ends the same â I send them home blue balled.â
He huffs out a laugh through his nose and finally sets his gaze back on you, âWhy do you do that?â
âI donât plan toâŠâ you begin, running your hand along the soft fabric of your blanket, âitâs just that...I bring them home and then we start getting into it and it fucking sucks!â
âSucks..?â The question is soft and drawn out.Â
âHe wants to fuck my throat and wonât even give me his fingers before trying to stick his dick in,â you spit, angrily glaring at the tv as you remember all your shit encounters, âIâve never even let one of them go all the way.â
âYouâre a virginâŠ?â he asks.
You shrug your shoulders, âI guess. I mean Iâve had shitty oral and stuff butâŠâ
âI seeâŠâ he trails off, shifting in his seat, hands still folded in his lap, âWell, I would like to take you out for a date after all.â
You find a smile spreading across your face faster than you can stop it. You jump to your knees and throw your arms around his shoulders with a squeal of happiness, âReally? You mean it?â
He laughs breathlessly, a husky little sound that makes your heart race, âDoes this weekend work for you?â
You eagerly nod your head and lean in. You catch the way his eyes widen briefly before your lips meet. You think heâs going to pull away from you but instead he cups the back of your head and deepens the kiss.Â
You feel a shiver go through you at the feeling of his big, strong hand holding you there in the kiss. You couldnât keep yourself from getting wet even if you wanted to.Â
With your hands pressed against his firm chest, you toss one leg over his lap and find yourself seated on top of him. He breaks the kiss at that, hands migrating to your waist where he mindlessly strokes his thumb over the skin exposed by the way your shirt rode up.
You lean down and kiss him again and he groans against your mouth. You grind down against him in response to the throb that makes your pussy clench around nothing. You whimper into the kiss when he suddenly stops your movements with a firm grip.Â
âWe shouldnât, liebling,â he whispers softly.
âWhy not?â you whine, settling in his lips. You briefly realize that you can feel something hard beneath you and that makes you start dripping in your panties, âDonât you want to?â
âI-I doâŠâ he assures, âI justâŠwant to properly court youâŠâ
He couldnât get any sweeter if he tried. Still, you quip back with a teasing little smile, âWow, you are a lot older than me, huh?â
You feel giddy when the sweet look in his eyes melts away into something darker. One hand clasps the back of your head before he pulls you in for a much rougher kiss. You keen as you feel the way he exudes experience â the kiss like nothing you have ever experienced before.Â
The way he moves his lips and slips his tongue into your mouth to taste your mouth, itâs not gross or too much the way it sometimes is with men who donât know what theyâre doing.you find yourself moaning into the kiss before you even realize it.Â
He pulls away at that, a heady look in his pretty, blue eyes. You find yourself briefly lamenting the loss of his mouth but that thought disappears quickly when he moves to begin peppering kisses along the length of your neck, making sure to nip at your jaw and kiss your shoulder.Â
He tugs the hem of your t-shirt down just a bit so he can have access to your collar bones, nipping and kissing there as well. Your head falls back as you surrender yourself to him completely.Â
âOh,â he coos softly, lips brushing against your ear, âYou are just so sweet for me, arenât you, little one?â
You practically whimper at his words as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt, fingertips barely grazing your skin. You squirm in his lap as his touch tickles you on his way up to your breasts, skirting over your ribs before fully cupping them in his roughened palms.Â
You sigh into the quiet room, arching your back to press deeper into his hands. His thumbs graze over your nipples and you moan.Â
Sure, youâve had guys grope your tits before but it had never felt like this. The mindless squishing and squeezing was replaced with soft cupping and gentle brushes over your nipples until they hardened followed by pinches and flicks that left you absolutely dripping in your panties.
He takes mercy on you quickly, one hand sliding down your body to slide under your sweatpants and beneath your panties. Your hands grip his shoulders, blunt nails biting into them when one broad finger slides down, the sticky noise of your folds separating enough to send heat rushing to your cheeks.
âYouâre so wet,â he whispers in a tone so soft you almost think it wasnât meant for you, but then he tacks on, âDo you hear it?âÂ
âY-Yeah,â you whimper, embarrassment flooding through you at the sticky, clicking noises that come along with his prodding, âN-Never been this wet before, KönigâŠâ
That causes him to pause, blue eyes gazing at you through his eyelashes, âIs that so..?â You desperately nod your head, slowly beginning to rock your hips against his hand, but he doesnât move again and you whine, âHas anyone ever made you cum on their fingers?â
âJ-Just me,â you answer breathlessly without a second thought.Â
He hums thoughtfully and after a second, he begins moving his hand again. This time he introduces more fingers, spreading your folds apart with his index and ring so he can pet your hardened clit with his middle. The feeling makes tremors run through your body and he huffs a laugh, âI guess I will show you what it feels like then, yeah?â
He doesnât give you a moment to think let alone answer before his middle finger is sliding into you. The one digit alone is enough to stretch you, given how massive he is in whole. He crooks his finger forward and a moan rips from your chest when he hits that gooey little spot inside you.Â
âA-Another, please, König!â you beg shamelessly.
âShh,â he hushes, shaking his head, âLet me work you open on this and then you can have more.â
You practically wail in despair, letting your forehead drop forward onto his shoulder. You suddenly wish you had rid yourself of your clothes so you could see the way his hand worked against you. All you could see now was the faint movement under your pants but the mental image of that thick finger inside you, slick with your juices was enough to have you clenching desperately around him.Â
After a moment, he adds a second finger and you feel like youâre in heaven. The stretch is phenomenal and his palm bumps against your clit every time he sinks them into the last knuckle.Â
However, before he can set a rhythm to really start getting you off, he stops. You angrily lean back and glare at him â the sight has his lips quirking up.
âRide my fingers,â he orders you, leaving no room for arguing.
You can tell heâs not going to give you anything unless you take it for yourself so you sit up higher on your knees so you can have the clearance to move. Your hands remain on his shoulders, clinging to him for stability as you clumsily begin to rock your hips. The only time youâve ever done these movements is when you tried humping your pillow once after seeing it in some porn. It didnât really do much for you so you never tried again.Â
König can tell your movements are clumsy and it makes his cock throb against his thigh. He helps you along, crooking his fingers just right to grind the tips against that sweet little spot inside you. It makes you moan beautifully and he files the noise away.Â
His other hand comes up to grip your hip, steadying you as you continue to hump his fingers. Youâre growing more and more frustrated as you quickly realize that youâre not able to make it feel as good as he had earlier. The tearful little gaze you give him has him breaking, using the hand on your hip guiding you into more seamless movements.Â
âLike this, liebling,â he directs softly, âGrind down like that, mhm, give that little clit some love, yeah?â
You become increasingly breathless as you work yourself higher and higher under his expert guidance. He can feel your juices dripping down his wrist, the snug hold around his fingers growing even tighter with every little rut of your hips.Â
âYouâre so precious,â he coos, feeling the way you clench up at the sound of his voice. Your body is so honest, telling him what you like without you having to say anything, âYouâre going to cum, I can feel it. Be good and give it to me, yeah?â
You surge forward and desperately kiss him, one hand reaching down and gripping his wrist. It takes only a few more, desperate thrusts of your hips for you to topple over that edge. Your body trembles on his lap and you cry out in pleasure.Â
He moans alongside you, watching with rapt attention as you cum all over his fingers just like he told you to.
You slump against him as you come down and he pulls his hands out of your pants. He presses a kiss against your temple in silent praise, hands rubbing your back to soothe you through the aftershocks that run through your body.
You lean back and meet his gaze, an opportunity he takes to slip his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. At that, you surge forward and kiss him, running your hands down his body to pull at the button of his jeans. He grunts into your mouth, brows furrowing at the release of pressure when you tug the zipper down.
Youâre absolutely speechless when you finally pull his cock free. He watches in poorly concealed pride as you gawk at the length in your hand. You give him a slow and tedious tug, watching the foreskin roll over his head, forcing a bead of precum from the tip.Â
âYouâre soâŠbig,â you whisper breathlessly.
âI know,â he grunts, unable to hide the ebbs of pleasure you give him as you play with his cock.
âCocky,â you tease softly, continuing with your soft touches.Â
âN-Not cocky,â he whispers, licking his suddenly dry hips, âJust aware of my size.â
You drop your eyes back down to his cock, hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingers don't even touch each other when wrapped around him. Precum drips from the tip, leaking down the side to meet your palm and aid in the movements.Â
He leans his head back against the couch, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. It wasnât often that he got to indulge in someone elseâs hand. Your palm was so soft, much softer than his own, and delicate in your inexperience.Â
He reaches down with one his hands, wrapping around yours to make you squeeze tighter, âJust like that, little one, thatâs how I like it.â
You could have drooled as he said it. His hand dwarfed yours and the sight made you clench around nothing, more slick leaking into your already ruined panties.Â
âLet me see you, liebling,â he whispers breathlessly, fingers hooking on the hem of your top.
You release his cock to lift your arms, letting him tug the fabric over your head. His hands are on your tits immediately, mouthing at your nipples without wasting a second.
âSo pretty,â he coos with his mouth full, rolling his tongue over your nipple before nipping the bud with his lips.
He switches to the other one, wrapping his mouth around it, sucking sharply before pulling back, taking your nipple with him before releasing it with a pop. You watch with lidded eyes as he drools all over your tits. His cock flexes and twitches against your thigh as he plays with your tits.
Suddenly, with a firm grip on your waist, your whole world flips and you find yourself on your back on the couch with König on top of you. You lick your lips at the sight of his big, broad form hovering above you, caging you in as he leans down to kiss you again.
You sigh contentedly into his mouth, threading your fingers through his short, messy hair, using the grip to pin him against you. He lets you kiss him to your heart's content, only pulling back when you need air â a string of spit connecting your lips that breaks when he leans back between your thighs.Â
His fingers took into the band of your pants, tugging them down, taking your panties with them until youâre completely bared before him. Heâs still completely clothed aside from his cock that rests against his abdomen, occasionally twitching as his eyes rake over your nude body.
ïżœïżœTell me, liebling,â he says, strong hands running up the length of your thighs, âHas anyone ever eaten you out?â
You clumsily nod your head.
âWas it good?â he asks, biting back a smile when you shake your head.
âGuys always think itâs gross or somethingâŠâ you whisper softly.
He hums softly, âThat is because youâve been messing with stupid little boys.â
âYou gonna eat me out, König?â you ask him, biting your lip in a poorly concealed excited grin.
âWould you like me to?â as he asks, he slowly spreads your legs open. The position causes your folds to spread apart, opening you up for his greedy eyes.
You feel your breathing speed up as he kisses down your body, starting with your lips and ending right above your clit. You feel the little bud twitch in anticipation as he tongues the skin above it, giving you a sneak peek on what is so close to it.Â
âTell me,â he says.
You whine, âY-Yes, I want you to eat me out, König!â
He chuckles softly but doesnât bother teasing you anymore. He meets your gaze and moves his tongue lower finally, sliding the flat of the muscle of your clit. You gasp and toss your head back into the cushions, eyes rolling back as he noisily slurps at your cunt.Â
âO-Oh god!â you wail, hiccuping out noises of pleasure that you canât seem to quiet.
König is in heaven. Itâs not every day that he gets the opportunity to eat such a pretty, inexperienced little cunt. Your reactions to everything are so strong and loud. Your pussy is loud too, squelching in the room, making an intoxicating melody with your moans. He moans against you, swallowing down everything your messy little pussy drools out for him.
âTh-That feels so good, König!â you sob, kicking your feet mindlessly against his back as he captures your clit in his mouth, suckling at the bud, âYouâre so good, so good, oh god!â
Never in a million years did you think being eaten out could feel this good. The mindlessly, halfhearted licks and kisses you had received in the past did nothing to prepare you for what it felt like to really have a manâs tongue on you.Â
He pulls away suddenly, giving you a moment to actually breathe, âYou taste so sweet, liebling.â
âKönigâŠâ you whimper, looking up at him with lidded eyes, âPlease, please donât stop.â
You tug at his hair and attempt to pull his mouth back down on your pussy. You donât care how pathetic and desperate it is, he has given you a taste of pleasure youâd never experienced before.
He has the audacity to laugh at you, brushing your hands away so he can sit up straight again. He scoots closer and you realize then that he is not planning to continue and it practically draws a sob out of you.Â
âWe can focus on that another time, liebling,â he promises, making you clench around nothing, more slick dribbling out for him to see, âYou are so messy, you know that? Never had someone make such a mess all over me before. You must really enjoy being eaten out, huh?â
You feel your face burn hot with shame at his words, shyly hiding your face away. He smiles softly at that, âNothing to be ashamed of, lieblingâŠI love it, I do.â
âReally?â you quiver out the question and he nods his head.
âYes, little one,â he coos, âIâm glad that I can make it feel good for you.â
You practically feel hearts in your eyes as he says that. You donât think youâve ever had a man tell you that he actually cared and enjoyed your pleasure. That was the final nail in the coffin for you â you really should have been going after older men all this time.
He disrupts your thoughts by suddenly stripping his shirt off. Your mouth goes completely dry at the sight of his bared skin â firm muscle, hair speckled all over his torso, and numerous scars from untold stories of his time in the military. You take note of the faded tattoos that become visible on his pecs and biceps; youâd always noticed the tattoos on his arms but youâd never really been given the opportunity to look.Â
âYouâre so handsome,â you whisper.
He pauses while ridding himself of his jeans and smiles, âThank you, little one.â
When heâs completely bare to you, you slowly rake your eyes down the entirety of his newly exposed body. His cock hangs heavy under its own weight, glimmering at the tip with his precum. Youâd never been with a guy who was uncut but the sight made you drool.Â
âNow, liebling,â he says suddenly, getting your attention. He scoots closer, spreading your legs as wide as he can before laying the hefty weight of his cock against your cunt. Itâs hot and throbbing and your entire body trembles at the sight, âYou have to understand something.â
âWhat..?â you ask, breathless and unable to look away from his cock.Â
âI am not like those little boys you were running around with,â he explains, hips slowly beginning to rut against you, length parting your folds and rubbing over your clit, drawing a sweet little moan from you, âI donât stick my cock in a tight little cunt and blow my load, do you know what Iâm saying?â
You shake your head, too lost in the sight and feeling of him practically fucking the outside of your pussy. He doesnât stop the mind-numbing rolls of his hips, letting you get lost in the feeling of him stroking over your clit, saturating him in your cum.Â
âThat means,â he sighs, reaching up to grip your throat, forcing you to look at him as he leaned over your body, sandwiching his cock between the two of you, âI donât cum easily, liebling. I am a grown man, I will fuck you until you cannot cum anymore. Are you prepared for that?â
The fact this man was so confident in his abilities in bed has you clenching around nothing again. You were sure the guys you almost slept with would never have been able to have the pure confidence that came from König. He knew what he was doing â he knew how to make you cum and he was going to use that experience well. You knew his age played a factor in how long it would take him to cum and you couldnât wait to experience it.
âI want it so bad, König,â you beg softly, âPlease?â
âVery good,â he praised, âYouâre so good for me.â
He finally gripped the base of his cock and you watched excitedly as he pressed the tip against your entrance. You reached down and wrapped your arms around your knees, pulling them back for him so he could comfortably begin pressing into you.
The stretch is beyond anything youâd ever felt before. You knew his cock was big but watching the bulbous tip press against you and slowly spread you wide open was something else entirely. It burned in a way that had you wincing, furrowed brows making your face pinch up, making König pause.Â
âItâs okay, little one,â he whispers, bringing a big thumb up to roll over your hard little clit, âJust relax for me, donât clench up or it will hurt more.â
âI-Itâs so big, König!â you wail helplessly, tearily staring up at him as he methodically works you open on his cock.
âI know,â he assures, still stroking your clit with the pad of his thumb, âBut you can take it.â
You tearfully nod your head and do your best to relax your body, letting yourself sink into the couch.Â
âGood, liebling, very good,â he coos, âJust let me in, nice and slow. Doesnât it feel nice? The little burn of being stretched open but the pleasure of having this pretty little clit played with? Just lay back and enjoy it, little one.â
Heâs right, of course. The burn aches, yes, but the pain and pleasure mixes the more he rubs your clit. You clench around him, an involuntary reaction that causes the head of his cock to finally pop in. Your eyes widen as you watch your cunt swallow it and with a perfectly timed tap against your clit, your back arches and youâre cumming.
âO-Oh König!â you squeal, eyes rolling back into your head as you cum around the head of his cock and nothing else.
âOh, thatâs good,â he grins, âThatâs perfect, little one.â
As you come down with a tremble in your thighs, you finally fix your gaze on him once again.His eyes are lidded and pupils are blown so wide you canât even tell theyâre blue anymore.Â
âThat looked like a good one,â he comments almost flippantly before he rolls his hips forward, âNow youâre nice and ready for me.â
You choke on a gasp as he rolls his hips forward, fitting half of his cock inside your still spasming cunt. Your cum coats him in a slick sheen that aides in allowing him to pull back and slide back in, settling on fucking you on half his cock.
Your mouth falls open and you watch as a thick, milky ring forms around that fat middle part of his shaft, âM-More, König! Please!â
He knows you want all of him, want to know what itâs like to feel all of him stuffed deep inside you. But he knows youâre not quite ready for that yet, fucked out of your head from the intense orgasm he had just given you with ease.
âNot yet, liebling,â he coos, keeping his pace slow and steady, âLetâs work you open a little bit more, yeah?â
âNo,â you whine, âPlease, I want it all, König.â
âAww, I know you do, little one,â he pants, already feeling dizzy from spearing you on his cock, âBut I know whatâs good for you, just listen to me and be good, okay?â
âOkayâŠâ you pitifully whimper, sinking back into the couch.Â
You abandon your hold on your legs, letting them rest around his hips limply now. He continues moving like that, inching deeper and deeper into you with every thrust. Your cunt makes embarrassingly loud squishing noises the move he works his hips against you.Â
Before you know it, youâre watching with wide eyes and an open mouth as his pelvis presses against yours. Your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl in pure pleasure as you finally experience the entirety of everything König has to offer.Â
Youâre speared wide open and the head knocks against your cervix painfully but the little bit of pain only makes the pleasure that much sweeter.Â
âThere we go, little one,â he coos sweetly, âIâm so proud of you, took all of my cock so well.â
Heâs so big that he presses against every sweet little spot inside you without even trying. But, oh, his experience is crystal clear in the way he moves. He may be naturally gifted with a nice, fat cock but he knew how to use it.
Seamless, rhythmic thrusts had your brain going fuzzy before you even knew what was happening. You wouldnât have been able to be quiet even if you wanted to. You knew you would be absolutely horrified to face your neighbors later because it would be impossible for them to not know you got fucked real good.Â
Suddenly, König leaned over you, resting one forearm above your head to hold his weight off of you. The position caused his pelvis against your clit every time he sunk balls deep. Sticky strings of your cum stuck to his skin but he didnât seem to even notice how wet you were.
But, oh, he did. He was absolutely obsessed with the way you creamed and gushed around him. A nice, pliant little pussy that was more than eager to swallow every inch of his cock.
The change in position had you grappling onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you wailed into his shoulder. Every mind-numbing snap of his hips hit that gooey, tender spot inside you that had your entire body twitching from the pleasurable stimulation. Your nails bit into his back and he briefly thought about the prospect of his recruits seeing them.Â
âAre you going to cum for me?â he whispered in your ear, pressing a sweet kiss underneath your ear.
You nod your head, âY-Yes! Youâre gonna make me c-cum again, König!â
He chuckles under his breath, âI know I am, little one. Iâm going to make you squirt.â
âC-Canât,â you heave, twitchy legs kicking against his back.
âYes, you can,â he assures, leaning away to sit up once again, âI can make you squirt, trust me.â
The whine you emit pitches into a squeal when he presses his palm against your lower stomach. You reached down in a panic to grab his wrist, not used to the strange feeling of him pressing down while he fucks you.Â
âW-Wait!â you wail.
âWait for what?â he asks, but doesnât slow even a bit in his movements.
âF-Feels weird!â you gasp, hiccuping as you squeeze his wrist.Â
âI know,â he grunts, brows furrowing at the feeling of you clenching around him, âItâs supposed to. Just lay back and let it happen, liebling. Iâve got you.â
Your whole body trembles and your jaw drops as you meet his gaze, a look of wonder crossing your face as you feel an orgasm like youâve never felt before crash over your body. Itâs long, drawn out and almost painful from how good it feels. You squeeze tight around him, your clit twitching and pulsing, completely untouched as he makes you squirt. It splashes against his abdomen and drips down his thighs.Â
âThere we go,â he laughs, a sound that sends a flush of embarrassment to your face, âSee? I told you you could do it.â
âKönigâŠâ you slur, feeling as if youâve been fucked completely braindead.
It finally dawned on you that you would never, ever be fucked by anyone as good as König has fucked you. The first cock youâve ever been stuffed full of and he made you squirt with terrifying ease. You were completely ruined, no dick would ever be able to compare to his.Â
He sees the way your gaze turns completely enamored, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars. He grins, sharp canines poking out as he leans down again, kissing your temple.
âWhat is it, baby?â he coos, âDick so good itâs got you in love?â
You keen at the pure condescension that drips from his voice. But heâs not wrong, you can practically feel the hearts in your eyes as you gaze up at him.
You have no idea how long youâve been pinned beneath him, speared open on his cock while he fucks you absolutely stupid. You notice the change in him quite suddenly. His deep, concentrated thrust changed into something less calculated, messy almost. He loses his rhythm and falters in his pace.
âIâm going to cum, liebling,â he grunts, tone pitchy and gruff, âWhere do you want it?â
âInside!â you immediately cry, not missing a beat. He sees your eyes light up at the prospect of being filled up completely by his cum. Youâre so sure itâs going to be a lot, you want to feel it drip out of you as a reminder that he had claimed you.
âIs it safe?â he huffs, but you can feel his cock twitch inside you at the idea of cumming inside you.
You desperately nod your head and he allows himself to fall over that edge. He teeters on his knees before collapsing with his hands on either side of your head. He no longer tries to thrust, settling for desperate, deep grinds that stirs his cock within your walls. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling, another orgasm washing over you before you even realize youâre that close.
âOh, fuck,â König gasps, voice breaking as your orgasm sends him over the edge.
Youâre panting and whimpering, trembling as you feel the heat of his load filling you up. His cock twitches with every spurt of cum. Itâs the best orgasm heâs had in a long time, his balls throbbing with every pump of cum his cock spits out.Â
It oozes from around the tight seal you have around him, dripping onto the couch. Heâs trembling by the time the intense orgasm comes to an end. He opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them, to see you sleepily staring up at him with a dazed smile on your lips.
âMein GottâŠâ he huffs out, lowering his body to press his lips against yours sweetly, âThat was incredible, liebling.â
You beam under his praise and wrap your arms around his neck, âIt was, wasnât it?â
He chuckles and strokes his thumb against your cheek, âLetâs get cleaned up, yeah?â
âSounds good,â you agree.
The care he gives you afterwards is like nothing youâve ever experienced. He wipes your body down gently, careful not to rub your skin too hard. He stands with you in the shower, towering over you as he lathers your exhausted body with soap.Â
âCan we do that again sometime?â You ask softly when he crawls into bed beside you â which you were shocked about, but didnât complain.
He raises a brow and chuckles, âYes, liebling. But not right now, I could not go another round so soon.â
You giggle and snuggle into his broad chest, practically preening when he wraps you up snug against him. You sigh softly and speak up again, âCan weâŠstill go on that date..?â
Heâs quiet for a moment before you feel a kiss on the top of your head, âOf course, liebling. I would love to.â
You smile to yourself and close your eyes, content to fall asleep wrapped up in his arms. The last thing you feel before you succumb to sleep is another soft kiss against your head. You realize, sleepily, that youâve never felt more cared for by a man in your life.
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â âč ft. gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna
â âč cw: smut, public sex, fingering, public vibrator, bathroom sex, hair pulling, choking, face fucking, cock warming, handjobs, degradation, praise, things that iâd be scared of irl
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He loves small acts of affection like holding your hand as you walk through the mall. Keeping you close by his side when he notices how people are eyeing you.
Pulling you into store after store to let you pick out anything you wanted with his hand on the small of your back. Allowing you to peck him softly when you found the perfect dress.
He lets you pull him into the dressing room. Trying his hardest to look away because you know what youâll do to him. Itâs just your way of teasing.
âKento.. does this look nice?â
Nanami clears his throat, allowing himself to glance down at you only to see you completely naked. Having discarded of your previous outfit, underwear included, to try in the dress.
He chuckled deeply, cheeks turning a light hue of red as he shook his head. âBeautiful.â He watched as you finally slipped on the dress, looking absolutely stunning as he stuttered out a breathy compliment.
He kisses your forehead when you two are leaving the store, the bags in his hands feeling like lightweight as he extends an elbow for you to hook yours into. A small smirk on his face as people continued to eye you. Both in want and in jealousy.
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He loves teasing you in public, convincing you to wear a vibrator when you two step out. Your legs trembly beneath you as you held onto his arm tightly for support. Each shaky step making you whimper under your breath as the toy brushes against your g spot.
âSuguruu, i canât.â You mumble into his chest with a moan. Pretending to hug him so you could finally let out some of those adorable noises that he loved to hear.
Geto smirked, letting his hand run down your waist before patting your ass twice. âCome on, donât want people to figure you out now do you? You look like youâre about to have a fucking orgasm.â
âC-cause i am.â You almost cried out, keeping the words soft for nobody to hear.
He takes you into a small restaurant to get something to eat. Asking for a seat at the very back so you could both be undisturbed. âHmm, how you holding up there baby?â He asked with the tilt of your head, bringing his glass of water up to his lips before chuckling at the pout on your face.
You tried to do the same, bringing a shaky arm out to grab the glass before huffing in frustration. You couldnât, it was too intense. âSuguru, please.â
âPlease what?â
You let out another whimper, gripping the edge of the table tightly as the vibrations traveled through your whole body. Eyes welling with tears as you bit your hand to keep your cries at bay. âI canâtâ ahh, i canât Suguru.â
Geto watched as you trembled, legs crossing under the table as your eyes met his. Toes no doubt curling as you slumped against the table riding through your high.
âWell shit.. thatâs fucking hot.â He grunted, cock standing hard until he noticed a waiter walking towards you. He was thankful that they could see only him and not you.
Your breathing was heavy, panting as you calmed yourself down. Jelly arms attempting to push yourself to sit up straight when Geto flipped off the switch on his phone.
âGood day, can i get you anything?â
âHi, yes. Can me and my girlfriend haveâŠâ
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Choso gets needy in public. Very needy. He started off with just wanting to touch you. Feel you. But it wasnât enough.
He knows itâs too much to ask to fuck you. So he begs you to give him a handjob under a table. His abs tensed as your hand worked up and down his cock, using your spit to fuck him with your fist.
He tried to keep his whimpers soft, head buried in your neck as he drools lightly. His head feeling lighter and lighter as you sped up your pace.
âHmm, does that feel good baby?â You whispered sweetly, your other hand running through his fluffy black hair as if it was just a normal display of affection.
âMhmâ s-so go-odd.â He moaned softly, voice cracking as his breathing became heavier. Hips thrusting up into your fist as an involuntary reaction.
You let him hold you. Seeming like an adorably soft boyfriend to public eyes. If only they knew that you had him on the brink of an orgasm.
His hold on you tightening when he felt his legs tremble. âHaahâ babyy.â He whined, his cock twitching in your hold as your speed never faltered.
Holding back a smile when he groaned into your skin, cock spurting hot ropes of thick cum onto your hand.
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He loves taking you to parties, and with every party comes hungry idiots who canât take their eyes off of you. He likes to have fun. And heâs taught you to like having fun too.
He lets you do a little harmless flirting. Getting men hard thinking they had a chance, only for their hearts to shatter when you walked back up to him in a passionate kiss.
His arms wrapped around your waist as he kissed down your neck. His eyes alone being the biggest punch to all of these mensâ guts.
âCome on.â He whispered, groaning softly before pecking your lips. âYou know how hard youâre making me right now? Knowing i have the hottest girl in this fucking room.â
You giggled, allowing him to pull you upstairs to a bathroom and push you down onto your knees. Using his fingers to swipe your hair off your face with a dark smile.
âYou know how happy it makes me knowing that no one else can have you. Especially knowing that iâve corrupted you to no return.â His smile turned into a grin. Watching you unzip his jeans to let his already hard cock free.
His hand got a firm grip on your head, pulling it back to make you look up at him. âOpen.â You did as you were told, parting your lips to let his spit fall onto your awaiting tongue with a moan.
You took his cock into your mouth, sucking harshly as you began to bob your head up and down. Your spit sloppily running down to his base as he began to fuck into your throat.
Groaning loudly when you blinked up at him innocently. âMy perfect little slut, so good for me hmm?â His hold on your head tightened, quickening the pace at which you took him all the way. Your whimpers vibrating through his cock each time your nose pressed against his pelvis.
Neither of you flinched as the door flung open, the same guy from earlier standing with wide eyes as he watched the scene in front of him. âWell what are you waiting for? Canât you see weâre busy.â Sukuna growled, the man scurrying out with a squeak of an apology.
Sukunaâs breathing sped up, his cock twitching lightly in indication that he was about to cum. âS-shit, love this mouth of yours so fucking much.â Pulling you off his cock and allowing his cum to spill onto your lips. Watching as you licked at his tip to swallow everything down.
âThatâs my girl.â
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You doubted that he even understood the concept of shame. Sitting you down onto his lap in front of many people with his chin on your shoulders. Glaring at anyone who stared at you for too long.
âWhat? Never seem a man and a woman before?â He spat, the girl immediately turning away from what she was truly watching, him.
You fight back a whine when he moves underneath you. His cock which sat snuggly inside you grazing your walls.
âToji.. i donât think this is a good idea.â You moaned softly when he jerked his hips up directly into you. Knowing just how to make his tip nudge that sweet spot inside you.
He hums, guiding you to rest back against him as he finishes whatever he was doing. The warmth of your pussy keeping him sane as you clenched around him unknowingly.
It wasnât the first time he had you cockwarm him in public. Those skirts he warned you not to buy really did come in handy sometimes.
You watched as the place emptied out, a smirk on Tojiâs face as there was noone around to see what you two were up to. âNow would you look at that,â he smirked, kissing down your neck with a small groan. âI can finally do this.â He thrusted up into you harshly, a small moan falling past your lips when he did it again.
âT-toji. âM so full.â You whimpered, heâd been stuffed inside for nearly an hour. Your pussy had gotten so used to him. Your hand came up to your mouth when he thrusted up into you again. His pace agonizingly slow as he teased you dumb.
âMy girlâs so good fâ me. Letting me stuff my cock in her in public.â He whispered darkly into your ear. Looking around before lifting you off of him. Quickly slipping his cock into his sweats while your skirt fell naturally onto your ass. He sat you down beside him, shifting in his seat to block you from othersâ view.
You moaned when Tojiâs hand traveled under your skin, two of his fingers thrusting back into your sopping pussy before curling them upwards. Smirking widely when your thighs shut around his arm, your nails clawing at his biceps as he began fucking them into you.
The mean pace made you bury your face into his shoulder as your body shook. Your pussy already aching from the moment he had his cock deep inside you. Your eyes grew teary as your toes curled, biting into pure muscle to keep your sweet cries as bay as you gushed onto his fingers.
âNow, weâll finish this in the car, yeah?â
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Youâre his girl. And no one should be able to stop him from having his girl. Him being cocky on top of it just added to his way of thinking.
He loved your pussy more than anything. And he wasnât scared to fuck you when he needed you. Pulling you into any public bathroom to have his way with you.
He doesnât bother to go into a singular stall. Stuffing his cock into you in front of the big mirror running across the wall. Your hands gripping onto the sink counter as his fingers weaved through your hair.
âSuch a dirty girl for me? Letting me fuck you like this.â He groaned, pulling your head up so you could stare at yourself in the mirror. âArenât you scared of someone catching us baby?â
You whimpered loudly, small tears sitting on your lashes as Gojoâs hard thrusts rocked you back and forth. âSatoruu, so go-od.â You hiccuped, vision blurring as your grip on the counter tightened. Feeling your boyfriend lean down to kiss softly at your exposed back and up to your neck.
âMy slutty girlâs so pretty, does she know that?â He whispered, watching as you nodded with a cry when he began hammering into your g spot. âUh huh. F-fuckâ she knows.â
You back arched, lips parted in loud mewls before Gojoâs fingers stuffed past them. Muffling your sweet cries before pulling you up against him. Your back flush on his chest as he continued slamming up into you. âLook at you. Taking me so well. Gotta hurry up and make a mess âfore someone catches us yeah?â
You let out a whiny moan, glancing towards the door before your eyes met his blue ones. Your knees buckling beneath you when he reached to rub at your clit.
âThatâs it.. come one baby. Let it all out.â He breathed, other hand snaking around your neck as your eyes rolled back. Your body trembling uncontrollably as you drooled around his fingers. Your orgasm raking through your body as you squirted onto his cock with a silent scream.
Gojo blinked, a grin slowly forming on his lips as his thrusts became sloppy. Fucking into you hard and fast until his cock twitched against your walls, coating them in ropes of his cum.
You both jumped when the door was pushed open, Gojo quick to pull you into a stall with hand on your mouth and a playful smile.
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Close to You
sylus x fem!reader
summary: a sleepy morning with sylus results in unravelled feelings.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, friends with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, oral sex, vaginal fingering, mutual masturbation, face-sitting, p in v, handjob, dom/sub undertones, aftercare
wc: 4.9k
a/n: i fear i am obsessed with the man
also on ao3!
Itâs wonderfully warm.
Thatâs what you think when you begin to stir, eyes blinking open blearily as soft rays of sunlight pour into the room, having snuck through the gaps in the curtains. A yawn escapes you and you squirm under the blankets, pressing your face back into the warmth of Sylusâ chest.
His arms tighten around you and a smile tugs at your lips, legs tangling with his.
âMorning,â he rasps, his voice deeper than usual, laced with the remnants of sleep.
âMorning,â you whisper back, lips pressing against his chest in a soft kiss.
Sylus cups the back of your head, his large hand stroking over your hair gently and you sigh, letting your eyes slip back shut.
Heâd stopped by last night, said he had some information about a group of abnormally acting Wanderers. One thing had led to another however, and youâd let him stay the night, his body pressed up against yours.Â
âStay,â he grumbles when he feels you try to pull away, his face burying into your hair.
âI have work,â you murmur back, twisting your head to glance at the clock beside your bed.Â
The glowing numbers tell you that youâve slept in, and you groan, slumping back down as you realize you were most definitely going to be late.
âCall in sick,â Sylus replies, his hands squeezing at your waist.
You want to deny him, but Sylus knows you better than you know yourself. You can never find it in yourself to truly resist him, not when he pets across your body so soothingly anyways. You just hope it doesnât turn into a repetitive occurrence, itâs not like you can keep missing work whenever you feel like being wrapped up in his arms to make out with him lazily.
Reaching for your phone, you write out a quick text, sending it to Jenna to tell her youâd come down with a sudden fever. You can feel Sylusâ lips on your forehead beginning to drift and you tilt your head, letting him land a kiss to your cheek as he caresses your hip.
âYouâre a bad influence,â you whisper, feeling his hand creep up under his shirt that youâre wearing.
âMaybe so,â Sylus says, shooting you a smile.
You bite your lip when his thumb swipes the underside of your breast, his calloused fingers spreading across the skin of your breast before finding your nipple. His red eyes bore into yours and you donât let your gaze slip away, mouth opening to let a soft moan spill out as he tugs and pinches at your nipple.
âYou look so pretty like this, sweetie,â he whispers, his lips ghosting over yours.
Sylus doesnât kiss you and you donât make any move to kiss him either. Itâs what makes the push and pull between you and Sylus so rewarding, he riles you up and you rile him up until one of you snaps. Itâs what youâd done last night anyways, bent over the arm of the couch in a short skirt with your ass in the air, pink panties bared to his eyes as youâd grabbed the tv remote that you had accidentally dropped.Â
Too bad your panties hadnât survived the onslaught of his hungry mouth, his fingers getting impatient until heâd ripped the flimsy fabric off of you and fucked you right there in your skirt.Â
The feeling of his mouth on your neck draws you out of your thoughts, letting him play with your breasts as he trails hot kisses down your skin. Your arms loop around his neck, fingers splaying across his broad back. You can feel his muscles flex as he moves his arm, both of you panting softly as he gropes at the fat of your breasts.
âAsk for it, baby,â Sylus whispers, rolling the hardened nub between his fingers.
You shake your head, gritting your teeth when you feel him roll his hips against your side, the feeling of his half-hard cock making arousal pool between your thighs.
âNo,â you pant out, biting your lip as your back arches, âyou ask for it.â
Sylus lets out a low laugh, nosing against your cheek as he presses another kiss to your skin. âYou know Iâm not one to beg.â
âFirst time for everything,â you retort, pressing your breast into his warm palm firmly, fingers trailing down his bare chest.
A smile spreads across your face when his cheeks flush, your hand drifting lower and lower until your hand presses against the hot bulge of his cock through his thin pajama pants. Sylus groans at the feeling of your hand and you wrap it around his heavy length, now fully hardened.
âSo hard for me,â you coo, batting your eyelashes up at him as you drag your hand up and down. The hitch of his breath is welcome and has you feeling bolder, tongue licking across his sternum.
âDirty, little whore,â Sylus hisses, his fingers digging into your side as you hook your leg over his hip and press yourself closer. âAlways pushing me, arenât you?â
You grin, letting him roll his hips into your hand as you kiss across his chest, the sound of your lips on his skin emanating through the room. Sylus grabs at your ass, pulling you up so that you're settled on his lap, your knees bracketing his hips.
âLook good like this,â you murmur breathlessly, palming at his cock a little more.
The imprint of his cock is clear, pre-cum causing a dark spot to appear on the fabric. Your fingers trail over his length, eyes entranced as you watch it twitch under your touch. His fingers grasp at the shirt, pushing it up and feeding the fabric into your mouth. Half-lidded eyes stare down at him, the hem of the shirt bitten between your teeth.
âPretty baby,â Sylus whispers, his gaze trailing over your exposed breasts and stomach, down to where a pair of white panties sit snug on your hips. You hope he wonât rip them, but his fingers grasp at the material, pulling up and a sharp gasp leaves you, your panties digging into your cunt deliciously. âGreedy pussy, hm? Can feel you dripping all over my cock.â
You send him a glare, shirt falling back down to cover your body from his wandering eyes.
âYouâre annoying,â you say, crossing your arms over your chest.
Sylus only grins and tries to pull the shirt back up again, but you swat his hand away and stay seated on his lap stubbornly. He clicks his tongue, red eyes darkening at your challenge.Â
âStop being a brat,â he warns, fingers tapping against your thighs.
âOr what?â you reply, raising your brows. You give him an innocent look, letting your lower lip jut out into a pout.Â
âOr Iâll fuck you until you-â
You donât give him a chance to finish, crawling up his body. Sylusâ eyes widen for a moment, confusion flitting across his face until he realizes what youâre doing. Your clothed cunt settles onto his mouth and he groans, nosing at your panties to breathe you in.
âMuch better when you donât speak,â you sigh, running your fingers through his snowy hair.
Youâll have to pay for your boldness later, but you donât care, biting your lip as you roll your hips against his face. Sylus licks at you through your panties, his hands coming up to grab at your thighs and squeeze at the fat.
âJust like that,â you whisper, head tipping back as he sucks at your slick through the fabric of your panties.Â
Your hips roll and rock as you please, fingers gripping his hair. Sylus moves your panties to the side before long and you gasp, body doubling over as he licks across your bare cunt.
âOh- oh fuck!â you mewl, writhing atop his mouth when he thumbs apart your folds to spit on your pussy.
âThis is what you wanted, isnât it?â Sylus rasps, his fingers gripping your thighs a bit firmer to push you onto his mouth again.
His tongue glides through your folds a few times, flicks at your clit lazily and kisses the swollen little bud gently before he tugs your weight down onto his face fully. A loud squeal leaves you and you think youâve bitten off more than you can chew, seeing stars behind your eyelids as he eats you out hungrily.
âSy- Sylus!â His name sounds in a wail, and he simply grunts into your cunt, fingers dimpling into the fat of your ass as he slurps and sucks like a man starved.Â
The sounds of his mouth on your cunt are horribly lewd, and your fingers donât know where to latch onto, alternating between tugging on his hair and grasping at the rumpled sheets beside his head. Mindless chants escape you, wet pussy rubbing against his face unabashedly and across his tongue as he holds it there for you to grind against.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â you whisper, your hand landing over his as he pushes the shirt up to grip one your tits.Â
He squeezes roughly and you moan, grabbing his wrist to guide his hand higher, closing your mouth around his fingers. You suck desperately, tongue swirling and eyes slipping shut as your hands curl around his wrist and forearm tightly. Sylus groans into your pussy again and your hazy eyes peer down to find his crimson ones staring right back at you.
A drunken smile spreads across your face and you lick at the pads of his fingers before kissing them. His eyes narrow and you moan when he spanks your ass at your display of blatant brattiness. It does little to deter you, mouth sucking his fingers in deeper until he spanks you again and sucks your clit into his mouth harshly.Â
You come with a cry, body shaking and thighs trembling. Sylus moves you off of him and you mumble out an apology for suffocating him, slumping against the bed as he pulls you into his chest and kisses your forehead.
Itâs a little too intimate for what you two are to each other, but youâre secretly grateful for the bits of affection he gives you. Sylus doesnât need to know that youâre starved of it, although you think he mightâve picked up on it with how clingy youâve become, insisting that it was okay for him to stay the night only a few weeks after you two had first slept together.Â
âThat was nice,â you slur softly, droopy eyes peering up into his.
Sylus huffs out a laugh, his hands petting at your sides. âIâm sure it was.â
Your slick glistens over his mouth and his chin and you sit up, tugging his shirt over your head and handing it to him. Sylus uses it to wipe his mouth and tosses it behind him, the fabric landing on the floor of your bedroom.
âThink I deserve a kiss for all that,â Sylus says, his nose nudging against yours.
You nod your assent, tits squished up against his firm chest as his lips meet yours. Sylus kisses you messily, tongue slipping into your mouth almost immediately so you can taste yourself on his tongue. A soft whine leaves you, returning his kisses with just as much fervor as you let your hand drift down, dipping into his pajama pants to grasp his hard cock.
His hips buck into your hand at the feeling and you smile against his lips, slowing the kiss to something more languid and lazy as you drag your hand up and down his throbbing cock.Â
âHand feels so fuckinâ good, babyâ Sylus sighs against your lips.
You hum, tilting your head to kiss his cheek and then his jaw. Pre-cum wets your hand, the slick noises of his cock filling the room as you stroke his cock for him. Sylus moans into your mouth, his hands unable to stop touching you as he grips the fat of your ass and then your hips.
ââm sensitive,â you whine when his hand slips between your thighs, the pads of his fingers rubbing over your clit.
âYou can take it,â he whispers back, kissing you again as he slips two fingers inside of you.
Youâre both panting again, meeting each otherâs kisses with the same passion. His cock throbs in your hand and Sylus lets out a low moan when you tighten your fingers around him and let your thumb brush over his leaky tip.
âHow cute,â you tease when you see the tips of his ears flush pink, his eyes half-lidded and chest rising and falling at an increasing pace as you twist your wrist and move your hand a little faster.
âYouâre going to regret this,â Sylus replies hoarsely, his face tucking into the crook of your neck as he fucks his cock into your hand.Â
A half-laugh, half-moan escapes you when he curls his fingers inside of you, quickening the pace of his fingers as he fucks them in and out of you. Your other hand joins the mix, cupping his heavy balls. Sylus lets out a strained moan, his hips thrusting harder into the heat of your hand as you play with his balls, massaging and caressing them.
Itâs a stark change from how he usually acts. Sylus is just as needy as you, despite being the leader of an illegal faction from within the N109 Zone. At least with each other, you both get to indulge in what you want. Itâs how you came to this agreement anyways, a little coaxing from Sylus and some carefully placed kisses later and you were agreeing almost immediately.Â
His fingers move faster, scissoring inside of you to draw out more whiny gasps from your throat, his thumb joining to rub at your swollen clit. A whimper breaks out of you, body shuddering as you cum on his fingers, your hands stuttering as you struggle to keep them moving through the haze of your orgasm.
Sylus lets out a growly moan, shoving his face deeper into the crook of your neck as he comes. You can feel his heavy breaths of air against your neck, the rise and fall of his chest when his cum coats your fingers and smears across his abdomen. Itâs hot and thick, and you whine, wanting him to kiss you again.
He lifts his head sluggishly, slots his lips over yours and kisses you until you canât breathe. You want to wrap your arms around his neck, but your hands are covered in his cum so you pout until he pulls your wrists out from where youâve begun to stroke him again slowly.
âAlways so cockhungry,â he tuts, guiding your fingers to your face.
You smile dazedly and make a show of licking your fingers clean. Sylus groans and leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss, his hips jerking slightly when you push your tongue into his mouth, feeding him his cum.
Sylus squeezes at your waist and you press yourself closer, letting out a contented hum. He smooths his hand up and down your back, rubbing soothingly circles into your skin.
âLetâs get you cleaned up, yeah?â he murmurs.
You nod, arms looping around his neck as he picks you up and carries you into the bathroom. Sylus sets you down onto the countertop of the vanity, his fingers tracing over your jaw for a moment before he reaches for your toothbrush. You watch him, sated and sleepy, mouth opening for him as he presses your toothbrush against your lips.Â
The action in and of itself speaks volumes for friends that are just fucking, but neither of you feel the need to address it. Your eyes slip shut as he brushes your teeth for you, his hand cupping your jaw to hold you in place. Sylus kisses your cheek, his thumb smoothing over the line of your jaw gently.
âRinse,â Sylus says, handing you a glass of water.
You do as he says, rinsing your mouth free of toothpaste and leaning forward to land a quick peck to his lips. Sylus grins, crimson eyes flashing with amusement as he watches you hop down onto the tiled floor with trembling thighs.
âDonât laugh!â you protest, swatting his chest.
âItâs cute,â he drawls, helping hold you steady as you reach down to pull your panties off. âYouâre always like this.â
An annoyed grumble leaves you as you step into the shower, eyes catching on the red welts running down his back, courtesy of your nails during the throes of pleasure last night.Â
You catch his eyes in the mirror, voice a little airy as you speak. âRed looks good on you.â
The shower door slides shut before he can respond, a small smile settling on your lips as you let your body loosen under the hot water. Sylus doesnât join you, and secretly youâre grateful. Youâd probably be tempted to have him take you under the spray of water, but your body is still sore from last night, thighs a little achy.Â
You finish up quickly, a yawn leaving you as your hands grab for the towel to wrap around your wet body. You step out of the shower, squeaking when you nearly collide with Sylusâ chest.Â
âRelax,â he mutters, gripping your chin and tilting your head up to kiss you.
You melt into it, lips working against his, feeling him back you up against the shower door.Â
âStop doing that,â you mumble against his lips, hands landing on his chest.
âYou like it when I kiss you,â Sylus replies, his forehead resting against yours.
You do. You really do. No oneâs ever kissed you like he has and youâve never had someone display such passion towards you. It makes you feel wanted, makes you feel cared for.Â
âGo shower,â you whisper, letting him kiss you one more time before youâre pushing at his chest gently, squirming out from under him.Â
Sylus grunts in dissatisfaction when you escape his grasp, running his hand through his hair as he watches you leave, that little towel wrapped around your body making him want to bend you over the vanity and fuck into you until youâre creaming on his cock again. He doesnât though, lets you go instead and steps under the shower himself.Â
Another yawn leaves you, your arms stretching above your head after you get dressed, pulling on a pair of comfortable sleep shorts and an oversized shirt. Sylus has finished up in the shower by the time youâve made coffee, his footfalls sounding through your apartment as he steps up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist.
âI have another auction coming up,â Sylus says, his chin resting on the top of your head as you dump a spoonful of sugar into your hot beverage.
âWhatâs that got to do with me?â you ask, turning your head to peer up at him.
âHaving a Hunter by my side would make things far easier,â he replies, squeezing at your sides, âbesides, Iâd have to go to all the trouble of finding a date.â
âSo find one,â you retort, spinning his arms to hand him his cup of coffee, âIâm not in the mood for a repeat of what happened last time.â
âYou wound me,â Sylus murmurs, his eyes boring into yours intently, âarenât I being generous?â
You roll your eyes at his feigned hurt, although the slight furrow of his brows has you second-guessing whether he is actually hurt by your rejection. You brush the thought away, telling yourself that you're imagining things.
âNo,â you say simply, shaking your head and taking a sip of your coffee.
âMy black card,â Sylus counters, setting his mug of coffee down, âno limits.â
You scoff, raising your brows. âAre you trying to buy me out?â
âHardly,â he replies, âIâm letting you buy whatever it is you desire.â
Your lips purse, eyes narrowing at the man suspiciously. You donât why heâs being so insistent, when he most likely has access to an endless supply of women. He raises his brows and you shake your head again, refusing his offer.
Sylusâ jaw clenches, his fingers tightening into your shirt. âWhy must you deny me?â
âIâm not denying you,â you say, setting your own cup of coffee down, âI just donât want to go.â
âIs the thought of being with me that unappealing?â
âI didnât say that!â you protest, irritation pricking at your skin.
Sylus stares down at you, his lips thinning. Heâs never gotten angry at you before, and you donât understand why heâs starting now. Another scoff leaves you when he pushes away from you suddenly, his fingers reaching for the keys to his bike.
âWhat is wrong with you?â you snap, stealing his keys before he gets them.
âYouâve been pushing me away,â Sylus hisses, glaring down at you.
âPushing you away?â you echo, shaking your head, âweâve been together since last night!â
âFor a Hunter, you are infuriatingly dense,â he shoots back.
Your breath hitches when he suddenly cups your cheeks, his body drawing closer until you're trapped between him and the kitchen counter. His keys drop from your hand, landing on the floor with a clatter.
âIsnât it obvious?â Sylus whispers, his head lowering, âI want more.â
âM- more what?â you sputter, trying to lean away from him. Sylus doesnât let you, his forehead pressing against yours.
âMore of this,â he says firmly, âmore of you, more of us.â
You blink up at him, words getting stuck in your throat. In hindsight, your intuition was right. Sylus cups the back of your head, drawing you into a kiss. Itâs hungry and all-consuming, a soft mewl spilling from your mouth as he smooths his thumb over your cheek gently.
âLet me have you,â Sylus whispers.
âI didnât take you for a romantic,â you mutter weakly.
Sylus rolls his eyes, hands finding the backs of your thighs as he scoops you up into his arms.
âMy- my coffee!â you whine.
âForget about the stupid coffee,â Sylus dismisses, dumping you onto your bed before crawling over you, his hips settling between your thighs.
Your eyes widen, his actions tugging at your heart uncomfortably as he smooths his hands over your hair, cradling your head as he lands soft kisses across the expanse of your face.
âOh,â you whisper, eyes fluttering shut, âyou like me. You like me a lot.â
âShouldâve been obvious,â Sylus grumbles, his face pressing into the crook of your neck petulantly.Â
Thereâs no more teasing when he rolls his hips, an airy gasp escaping you as he grinds his hard cock into you. Sylus reaches for your hands, pinning them on either side of your head, his fingers lacing with yours.Â
âI need this,â he murmurs, âI need you.â
âYou- ah- you have me.â
âNot yet,â Sylus whispers.
You watch with half-lidded eyes as he draws back and pulls your shorts down your legs. Sylus frees his cock from his sweatpants, shuffling forward until he places his cock snug between your folds.
âWatch,â he orders, squeezing your hip.
You do watch. You watch with your lower lip bitten, fighting the urge to let your head tip back as he rubs his cock along your folds, the flushed tip of it disappearing before appearing again. The head of his cock nudges against your clit, his pre-cum beginning to drip in fat globs already, coating the swollen bud.
His fingers find yours again, body moving atop yours as he continues to grind his fat cock against your pussy.Â
âCould have this cock everyday,â Sylus says, squeezing your hands. âHm? Doesnât that sound good? Iâll fuck you nice and slow then cuddle you after. All you have to do is be a good girl and ask.â
âY-yes,â you whimper, hips bucking to try and get his cock to slip inside your achy hole, âSylus, please.â
âTell me, baby,â he coaxes, his lips brushing your jaw.
âI- I want you,â you gasp out, eyes wide and earnest, âso please, please stay with me.â
âGood girl,â Sylus praises, his hand gripping the base of his cock.
You whine when he presses the head of it into you, the rest of his fat length following as he sinks into you, inch after inch. Itâs different than before, somehow youâre acutely aware of how his body feels on yours, how his cock is stuffing you full.
He kisses your forehead, his eyes never straying from yours as he holds your hands again. Your legs lock around him immediately, mouth falling open as he begins to fuck into you slowly.
âThis cock is all yours,â Sylus groans, âIâm all yours, baby.â
âThen- hah- then donât leave,â you manage out breathlessly, âo-okay, Sylus?â
âNot going anywhere,â the white-haired man affirms.
Sylus kisses you deeply and fucks you slowly, making sure you feel every ridge on his cock as he slides through your clenching walls. Soft moans fill the air, both of you unraveling under each otherâs touch. You let go of his hands in favor of wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing his forehead and letting him tuck his face back into the crook of your neck.
His thumb rubs at your puffy clit and youâre seizing up, back arching as your body draws taut.
âHa- nngh! âm gonna- fuck- âm gonna cum!â you cry, fisting his hair in your hand and pulling hard.
Sylus hisses at the feeling, his mouth closing around your tit, sucking your nipple into his mouth. You can feel his thumb press against your clit a little harder, his balls slapping against your ass when he speeds up a bit more before his hips slow into deep, rolling thrusts.
âCum, baby,â Sylus whispers, âcum on my cock, cream my fuckinâ cock like a good girl, sweetie.â
âSylus!â you grit out, thighs twitching as you cum violently on his cock, body shaking uncontrollably as your orgasm hits you harder than anything youâve had before.
âBaby, fuck-â he growls, his fingers grabbing at your thighs to hold you in place as he shoves his cock into you as deep as possible.
You squeal, eyes squeezing shut tightly as he unravels with you, hot cum spilling into you. A soft whimper leaves you as Sylus humps his hips into a few more times, his motions stuttery and uneven as more cum floods your pussy, your walls clenching around him greedily.
A noise of protest sounds when he slumps over you, his heavy body landing on yours. Light sweat covers both of you and you pout, knowing youâll have to shower again. Sylus doesnât get up for a few moments, mouthing at your tits lazily and landing little kisses to your nipples. The sensations make a shiver rack through and he grunts when you push at his chest firmly, softening cock slipping out of you as he rolls onto his side and tugs you back into the warmth of his chest.
True to his word, he does cuddle you, although youâre sure he wouldâve done it regardless of his previous words.Â
âAsshole,â you mumble hoarsely, trying to crawl on top of him, ânow I canât walk anymore.â
Sylus laughs, his hands smoothing over your hips and waist as you settle on his lap, breasts flush against his chest and your face in the crook of his neck. You hum contentedly when he drops a kiss to your hair, squirming happily when he pets over your thighs and ass.
âI suppose Iâll just have to carry you, hm?â Sylus says, rubbing your back.
The warmth of his body has your eyes drooping shut as you nod. Sylus makes you feel safe, despite everything, his gentle touches making your mind hazy. You feel yourself falling asleep, lulled by the man beneath you.
-Â
You wake up again, mumbling softly. The weight of Sylusâ arm is noticeable, slung around your waist. Your brows furrow when you look down, realizing that he mustâve cleaned you up while you were asleep, a fresh pair of panties pulled up your legs and one of his shirts covering your upper-half.
Wriggling, you turn onto your side to find him already awake and staring at you. A sleepy smile spreads across your face, and you inch closer to land a sweet kiss to his lips. Your heart stutters in your chest when he traps your chin between his fingers, deepening the kiss for a brief moment before letting you go with a soft peck.
âDoes this mean I get your card whenever I want?â you ask teasingly.
Sylus shakes his head, âthat was a one time offer.â
You shoot him a sulky look, prodding your finger into his chest. âJerk.â
He grabs your finger, lifting it to his lips and kissing the pad of it. You flush, heart fluttering at the action. Sylus smiles and you snuggle back into his chest, not before kissing his cheek quickly.
âIâm glad we met,â you say quietly.
âAs am I,â Sylus murmurs, his fingers spreading across your scalp pleasantly.
âYou shouldâve said something sooner,â you add on after a few moments, tracing random shapes against his pec.
âThought youâd crack first,â he replies, tucking your hair behind your ear, âall that clinginess. I was sure.â
You pinch his bicep in retaliation, squealing when he smacks your ass in return. A giggle breaks out of you when he peppers your face with kisses, a dopey smile spreading across your face as Sylus nuzzles into you affectionately.Â
Itâs something youâll remember for the years to come.
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König x Inexperienced!Reader
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cw: age difference, age play, oral s*x, older bf König w/ inexperienced reader, fi*gering, v*ginal s*x.
At first, you were nervous about having an older boyfriend. You've just never dated anyone who was twenty years older than you... König was in his 40's. But then again, all the other people your age seemed immature. You've been dumped for not being enough, for not letting people use you like they wanted. But also, when the time finally came, they didn't ever know what they were doing, and just fucked. There was no pleasure for you, they were focused on themselves. And they never gave you any aftercare, either. It was always just "hey guys I have a girlfriend" that they pretended to care about.
Although König was older, he was also different from the rest of the guys you've met. He was gentler, and focused on your pleasure just as much as his own. He enjoyed things, taking it slow. Plus, he knew what he was doing. He knew how to hit you in all the right spots. The way he knew the different ways of pleasuring the both of you. You didn't even know that you could cum by him just using his tongue. He knew all the right places to lick and suck your clit and between your folds, he knew just the right way to curl his fingers and hit that right spot inside your spongy, wet cervix. When he was intimate with you like this, including when he would slide his cock inside you, he always made sure to stop and passionately kiss you. He would always take the time to cherish the other parts of your body, gently squeezing your breasts while he used his tongue on you or fucked you.
He was even patient with how inexperienced you were with pleasuring a man. He was gentle and guided you, teaching how to give him a handjob and all the right places to hit. "Jetzt, just rub your hands along the tip... Ja, just like that... Oh, that feels amazing, meine liebe..." He would encourage you. He would even make you take your time with him. There would be times where you'd stroke him too fast too soon. "Nein.. there's no rush, liebe... Go slower..." He would say.
Even when you eventually started learning how to give him a proper blowjob, he would feel you choking on his thick cock from you trying to force your way deeper. "Take your time.. don't force it, meine liebe... You're doing so well.." König liked to savor these moments and enjoy his time with you. That's what made you love him so much. He was just so caring and gentle with you.
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ă First Time ă
⌠synopsis: You're the serpent hashira's first.
⌠character: Obanai Iguro
⌠wc: 2.9k
⌠cw: female!reader, afab!reader, no dynamics, virginity loss, experienced reader, handjob, mutual masturbation, oral (reader giving), cum eating, fingering, creampie, slight overstimulation
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Being with Obanai was an experience itself, every time you made it over one wall around his heart, you found yourself facing another one. It's not that you minded it, you would climb and tear down thousands of walls over and over again if it means having him in your life. The first time he dared to kiss you was the first time you stayed the night at his place, the room pitch black and any source of light long erased before he took his bandages off. He felt so stupid for behaving like this but he didn't want to risk losing you, he just couldn't. His cold hands were holding yours so you wouldn't cup his cheeks when his slightly chapped lips gently locked with yours. It felt as if a ghost was kissing you, a touch barely there. âNai⊠I won't break,â you whispered against his lips when you pulled away ever so slightly. The shuddered breath against your lips broke your heart, his nerves clear on display because he knew you could be able to feel the scars if he moved in any closer.
Little did he know when morning came and the smallest specks of sunlight illuminated his face you could see what he was hiding behind the bandages that were now shifted and you found yourself staring. Uneasy at the feeling of being watched he woke up, the blood in his veins freezing when he felt the morning air hit his bare skin and saw your eyes on his face. His first thought was to cuss you out, to shut you out of his life but these thoughts evaporated when your soft thumb gently caressed the long scar on his right cheek, your face coming closer to his. âYou don't need to hide from me⊠you're beautiful, Obanai Iguro,â you whispered and the next thing he knew were that your lips were back on his. How could you say such things? Didn't you see how disfigured his face was? But his racing mind had no choice against the love you showed him, tender lips locking with his, your hands cupping his cheeks and once you pulled away you looked at him as if he put the sun and all the stars in the sky just for you. His heart skipped a beat when he realized just how much you feel for him and that you accept him the way he is.
The relationship moved slow and steady and you never once pressured him into anything he's not fully comfortable with, always asking consent before holding his hand or kissing him and most importantly, you let him initiate new things so he wouldn't get uncomfortable. The first time his tongue danced across your lips took you by surprise, but you gladly let him enter, swirling your tongue around his as the kiss grew more intimate and his grip on you became more desperate. He wanted to be closer, bodies next to each other and touching wasn't enough. Every pore of his body was screaming for you, yearning for your love and gentle touch but he pulled away - not allowing himself to have you, not yet at least. Your body felt like it was on fire, yet you didn't stop him from retreating since you knew that giving his body to you entirely takes so much of him and he's simply not ready for it yet.
When he allowed you to touch him for the first time it was once again pitch black, the darkness giving him some security because you wouldn't be able to see him completely. Your hand slowly traveled down his lean body until you reached the hem of his pants, the bulge you grinded against while making out moments before so prominent beneath the fabric. Despite his well controlled breathing he struggled to do so this moment and you hesitated to reach into his pants - did you change your mind? Did you realize he's not good enough for you? His mind was racing once again and you leaned your head onto his shoulder
âNaiâŠBreathe,â you reminded him, feeling that he was holding his breath for a while now and only when he exhaled shakingly, you caressed his abs again.
âWe don't have to-â you began but he bucked his hips towards your hand. âI need you to,â he whispered, fearing that any other volume would tear this moment apart and he hated to admit how his body was screaming for your touch.
You nodded silently and breathed in his scent before kissing his neck gently, your hand slowly disappearing into his pants and a little strangled ânghâ escaped his lips when he felt your hand stroke over his hard length for the first time. Unsure what he even imagined it to feel like, it exceeded his imagination, the feeling his own hand gave him couldn't be compared to yours. Smiling against his skin you smeared his pre cum over his tip before pumping his shaft with a little pressure at a slow pace. Obanaiâs slender hands clutched onto the sheets at the feeling, jaw tensing up as he tried to hold any noises back but you could hear him pant hard - cock twitching after mere seconds of your touch and you retreated your hand.
âNai⊠could you take them off?â You whispered into his ear, not wanting to stain his pants from making him release within their confides but he shook his head âit's enough,â he mumbled back, not wanting to get you dirty with his cum, you deserved better.
You wanted to protest, to give him the sweet release he craved and also earned but you respected his boundaries and simply cuddled up to him, the wetness between your legs not important. Patience was the key and when he's ready to bring you pleasure he would let you know, until then you would just touch yourself silently in the bathroom so he won't notice and feel bad about it - he knew though but he never brought it up, unsure how or if he could pleasure you properly.
Giving him handjobs became more and more frequent and sometimes he finished it himself, not allowing you to please him to completion just yet. One day you had a small idea and gave him a little smile instead of letting your hand wander down his body like so many times before
âCan you touch yourself for me? This time without anything on?â You asked curious, wanting to see his reaction and he surprisingly nodded, slowly undressing you but he couldn't hold your gaze when he opened his pants so you reached for his hands, gently kissing them.
âWait. Let me just-â you hummed and turned to stand behind him, back to back as you took your top off as well, skin touching skin now and you could feel the goosebumps erupt on his skin from feeling you this close.
âWe can stay like this and just touch ourselves, yes?â You suggested, always making sure he was okay and the next thing you felt was how he lifted his hips ever so slightly to take his pants off, now sitting bare behind you which made you follow suit.
Obanai was the first to initiate it, his slender hand wrapping around his pale cock and slowly stroking it up and down just like you always did for him. The previous make out session left you drenched, almost grinding yourself to completion on his bulge but you didn't want to tease yourself further, eager fingers dipping to your core to gather some slick before rubbing your fingers over your clit. The sweetest noises escaped your mouth when you could feel your lover leaning against you for support, the slick noises of your fingers curling inside your velvet walls almost driving him insane with lust until the knot in his abdomen snapped, releasing over his hand with a strangled moan, letting you follow suit as you came around your own fingers, your other hand rubbing your clit in fast circles as you moaned his name. Hearing his name moaned like this let the blood freeze within his veins, but it would be his new favorite noise of yours, letting him hear just how desperate you are for him as well.
âCan I turn around?â You asked softly, voice barely above a whisper as he gave you a noise of approval in return, feeling your arms wrap around his upper body only a second later and you slowly reached for his right hand, kissing his shoulder.
âYou're so beautiful Obanai⊠so perfect,â you hummed into his ear as you brought the cum covered hand closer but he locked up, not letting it close to you.
âLet me taste you⊠I promise it won't harm me,â you reassured him and he gave in, not wanting to deny you anything but his head fell back against your shoulder when you took two of his fingers into your mouth, your tongue working over them as if it would be his cock. Once they were all clean you pulled away with a lewd pop, hiding your face in his neck right after when you saw the blush on his cheeks, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Maybe next time he would allow you to fulfill that fantasy of his.
These little moments went on until he was comfortable enough to face you while you gave him a handjob, eventually allowing you to wrap your soft lips around him and he swore that if a heaven existed, he made it there in these moments. His hips were bucking aimlessly as you bobbed your head up and down his length at a fast pace, one of his hands clutched over his mouth to keep the noises at bay while the other held onto the sheets for dear life. The twitching of his cock let you know that he was close and every time you could feel the anxiety rise up so you looked up into his eyes as you soothingly ran your hands over his thighs, nose nudged against his pubic bone and it did the trick for him. Seeing you so cockdrunk from giving him pleasure let the butterflies in his stomach go wild and he released down your throat as the softest groans escaped his lips. He didn't mean to buck his hips further in your face but it felt so good when you swallowed around him, he just couldn't get enough when his mind started to wonder how tight and warm your cunt would feel around him. A twitch of his cock made you pull away, your saliva slowly running down from his tip to the base.
âDo you want me to go on?â You asked slightly surprised since he wasn't so eager for more after he came, far too sensitive and growing reserved again which you respected. He nodded in response, trembling hands pulling you onto his lap by your hips, staying there to hold you tight and you got what he wanted, smiling down at him.
âYou sure about that?â You asked just to confirm your suspicions and earned another nod, followed by a soft but firm âyesâ
Gently you took one of his hands and guided it towards your mound and let go again. Obanai stared up at your eyes, looking a little lost and unsure how to proceed and if it would be any other time it would have made you giggle but you didn't want to ruin his newfound confidence in physical intimacy.
âYou saw how I touched myself⊠Can you do it for me? It will make it more pleasurable to take you after,â you explained, parting your legs a little further to make it easier for him to reach your dripping wet cunt.
He gulped but nodded, the image of how you rubbed your clit before two of your beautiful fingers dipped into your core was burned into his mind and he recreated your movements as if it's second nature. The way he massaged your clit in circular motions made you gasp, grinding your hips against his hand to get more friction but he got the hint, giving you exactly what you needed. Obanai might be inexperienced but he observed your reactions to everything, taking mental notes on what made you moan louder as he slowly pushed two slender fingers into your heat, moaning in sync with you.
Your velvet walls were so tight around his fingers already, making him wonder how he would fit inside of you. A spongy spot within your core took his attention when the pads of his fingers pushed against it, letting your moans raise in pitch and taking him off guard out of fear he hurt you but the way you clenched around his fingers let him know otherwise.
âGod you're so good at this⊠I'm so close,â you mumbled mindlessly between moans and it fueled Obanai's need to get you to come undone from just his fingers as he repeatedly curled his fingers against your sweet spot. The moment he brought his thumb down to play with your clit, it was over for you, your walls spasming around his skilled fingers and his name falling off your lips like a prayer. He almost came untouched by the angelic sounds you made, making him love his name as he watched your orgasm take over your body only to slide his fingers out of your tight cunt when youâd calmed down.
With a curious expression he brought his hand closer to his face, your slick almost dripping from his fingers as he pushed them past his own lips to taste you, just like you tasted his seed. His pupils blew wide and he groaned when your arousal melted against his tongue like silk, never having tasted anything so divine and he knew that he wanted more, growing hungry for your sweet release but you snapped him out of these thoughts, seemingly reading his mind.
âAnother time, Nai⊠do you want to-?â You asked quietly, hoping he didn't change his mind because you needed to feel him inside of you. Once more he nodded, confirming that he wanted more as you positioned yourself above his achingly hard cock before holding his shaft to line him up. He took a deep breath when his tip touched your folds for the first time and despite wanting to hold back on his noises, a desperate ânghâ escaped his scarred mouth when you lowered yourself onto his dick. You placed his hands on your hips so he could take control, unsure how slow you needed to be but he pushed you down in just one thrust, fearing he would die if he couldn't be inside of you entirely. The harshness of this thrust knocked the air out of your lungs and you fell forward into his arms.
âHmm just like that," you encouraged him when he began to thrust erratically, the slight curve of his cock letting him hit just the right spots inside of you and the strength his thrusts held pushed you to the edge once again.
Obanai had to flip you over, needing to rut into you as if it's the last thing he would do. Desperate for your moans, struck by the love you held for him, he came unexpectedly, the tight heat of your velvet walls far too much for his virgin cock to handle. His eyes were screwed shut as breathless moans fell from his mouth, making him look ethereal above you, the dim light illuminating him just right.
It didn't matter to you that he came early, not having expected for him to last long during his first time but it clearly bothered Obanai who brought his hand between your bodies that were glistening with sweat so he could rub your clit once more. âI need to feel you around me,â he mumbled into the crook of your neck, overstimulating himself by staying inside of your pussy but it was all worth it when the knot in your abdomen snapped a second time, your back arching so beautifully against him as your cunt fluttered around him, milking him of everything he had to give. Your orgasm was enough to trigger another one of his, only able to pant and whimper into your neck as he fell apart, eventually just resting his weight on top of you.
Gently your arms slithered around his slim frame, enjoying to have him this close for once before it got too much for him, having to excuse himself from your embrace, still needing to get used to being held for an extended period of time but you didn't mind, simply kissing his shoulder before getting up, his seed slowly running down your thighs in the process and the view sent a shiver down his spine at the thought of having released inside of you. He didn't mean to taint you with his cum but he knew that you would have wanted it that way so he gave it to you.
âAre you coming? I drew a bath,â you called out from the bathroom, hoping you could soak your sore body in the hot water with your lover together. He sure was inexperienced but his will to be enough for you sure made up for it.
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cw: sub! megumi, dom! gn! reader, overstimulation, handjobs (as always), dacryphilia, slight sadism in reader, slight masochism in megumi? teasing, "good boy" used once.
wc: 1.3k
a/n: i have been recently hating my writing style guys what do I do </3 also I did this instead of hw so tonight is gonna suck.
âwaitwaitwaitwait!â megumi mumbles into your neck for the third time this night. you feel another round of tears drip onto your collarbone, and shaky hands grip your t-shirt in a plea. he was naked â his pale skin seeming to flush a shade of red, and his spine was curved as he caved in over himself.
your thumb circles around the tip, teasing it until you watch another glob of precum bead at his slit. you crane your neck to look at him, using your free hand to tilt his chin up to press a small kiss to his lips. âdoing so good,â you mumble into his mouth, and he lets out a broken sob, âstaying still and taking it. we donât need any rope today.â
his whole body feels to be on fire, and with every stroke of your hand, a whole new wave of overstimulation forces another shiver. the boy's mouth hangs open, lip glistening from a mix of saliva from your mouth and tears. âyouâre so mean to me."
âpoor thing,â you coo, knowing that you aren't going to do anything about his complaint. instead, you use your thumb to brush away some tears. he sniffles at you, nodding his head to hopefully coax some more praise. but your mind travels back to your movements, your wrists twisting back and forth as you focus on the red tip. âbut you look so cute like this, i canât help it, yâknow that.â
his head falls back onto your shoulder, and immediately, he plants kisses on your neck, nibbling at the skin to try and distract himself. the top of his dark hair was matted with sweat, but the tips of it tickled your collarbone. you use your thumb to rub at his cheek as you continue to stroke him off, ignoring his sporadic jerks of pain. âcan you cum again? just one more time, for me?â
the noise megumi lets out is meek, pathetic even, and he shakes his head into your chest. he has begun to hiccup from the intensity of his sobs, and his hand hasn't moved from gripping fiercely at your shirt. "last one," he breathes, rubbing his nose into your skin, "p-promise its the last one!"
you grab his face again with one hand and begin to pepper it with kisses, successfully wiping away more tears as he whines with shut eyes. his eyelashes are globbed together, and when he opens them again, he narrows them at you, slightly peeved and scared at your lack of response. "promise," he manages to get out before he bites his lip from you rubbing your pointer finger over his slit.
"fine, fine, I promise," you concede, and your hand stops teasing him, instead fully pumping him from base to tip. the act makes his thighs tremble, and you push them slightly more apart to give you easier access. the redness of his cock contrasts his pale skin adorably, and you can't help you're staring as he continues to leak.
"it hurts," he whimpers, mostly to himself, because all he can think about is how overwhelmed he feels. his thoughts are spinning, and even just the slightest touches on other parts of his body seem to startle him due to him focusing his entire attention on trying not to rip your hand off of his cock.
you don't pay attention to the whine, instead just pressing more kisses to his flushed cheeks, nibbling gently at the flesh while he sniffles. but, even with all the complaints and whines he was letting out, you've noticed that his hips have begun to buck back into your hand, only making the lewd noise louder. he tries to pretend that it was you who was torturing him, but his movements were of his own free will.
"you like it now?"
"no!" he says much too quickly, flashing you panicked eyes. "i-i just. 's not my fault!" at this point, you have fully stopped your movements just to watch in admiration of the boy. he was desperate in his movements, and with each thrust of his hips into the makeshift hole a coo leaves your mouth.
"aw, look, now you're getting excited. do you want to cum, megumi?" you purr, brushing his bangs back while twisting your other wrist. his eyes roll back, and his mouth remains open as he lets out quick, short breaths. now, his noises consisted more of moans rather than pained whimpers as he started to chase his high.
"n-noâyes. fuck I-" is all he manages to get out before your mouth is pressed onto his. but he pulls away only five seconds later due to his rapid heartbeat and the need for oxygen to keep up with it. you just chuckle at him and increase your speed, eyes flickering from the sight between his legs and his flushed face.
his thighs begin to squeeze shut, and his moans begin to increase in pitch, a telltale sign that he is teetering near his high. you chuckle at him when he begins to latch onto your neck, planting sloppy kisses to whatever surface he can. "are you close?"
he doesnt even attempt to speak, instead just nodding his head lazily. the act makes you roll your eyes and squeeze just a tad too hard on his dick in warning. he lets out a squeak at the feeling, and this time he does speak up. "yeah. yes. yes. c-close."
you pet his head, satisfied with his answer. "good boy. you can cum, alright?"
another set of tears pools in his eyes, and this time you cock your head to the side. "why are you crying 'gumi? I didn't hurt you that bad, did I?"
"no," he sniffles, "sorry d-dont stop. feels good, don't know why I'm crying. just don't stop!"
"relax. relax. I'm not," you reassure, kissing his face again. "you're lucky you are so cute, with all your demands."
he ignores you like he usually does when you tease him, but you are unsure if it is because he is being his usual self or because he is lost in pleasure.
seconds later, his hands grab at your shoulder, and he goes silent for a breath. then, just as the first rope shoots out, he cries, "cuming! of fuck. fuck!"
your lover's entire body quivers, and his mouth latches into your skin as the first wave washes over him. his eyes roll back and his mouth falls open with a silent scream. more tears come tumbling down his face, and you watch as the most pathetic amount of cum tonight comes dribbling out. it slides down his flushed cock and mixes with the movements of your hands.
eventually, when he comes down from his high and feels the stinging lick of overstimulation once again, he immediately forces your hand off, pinning the white-stained limb to the ground with frantic eyes. then he turns to you, even with his body jerking every couple of seconds from the aftershock, and glares at you â it doesn't hold much effect, considering his cheeks were flushed red and eyelashes were wet with tears, but it was cute nonetheless. "no. more."
you grin at the demand and use your clean hand to ruffle his hair. "your wish is my command, princess."
he narrows his eyes at the nickname, and the man tears himself from your arms. "I am going to shower," he mumbles before using all of his strength to stand up. he takes a step forward, and immediately he comes tumbling down.
megumi pretends he doesn't see the way his legs are trembling, but you see the way his ear twinged red in humiliation. you, of course, use it to your advantage. "need a little help there, Bambi?"
"you're not allowed to touch me for a week," he grumbles but grabs onto your arm and lets himself be left to the bathroom. it was an empty threat, as they usually are.
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â pairing(s): messmer x gn reader
⧠a/n: chat is it like financially acceptable to buy a $260 collectors edition when you already have the game just for a statue of a guy You Like Too Much (do i have a thing for redheads?) also before anyone says "you can do anything you put your mind to" i can but also all i imagine is him splitting me in half so penetration... i know that he's messmer the impaler but not of this boypussy he aint
đ cw: SMUT, SHADOW OF THE ERDTREE SPOILERS, gn reader, tarnished reader, size difference, a little ooc, frotting, thigh jobs, handjobs, oral, accidental manhandling, hair pulling, praise, pesudo-bondage(?), not proofread
â wc: 1.1k
MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY
Intimacy is a long abandoned thought within the lands between. Long gone are the days of tenderness, and in their wake, only blood and steel remain. That is to say, MESSMER is a virgin. Painfully so.
Sex is quite the foreign concept for someone whoâs being is steeped within the flames of war. The most love he had known was his motherâs coddling before she had disappeared, and in his rage, he had never sought out another form of love. Torn between the want for his mother to look down upon him once more, and the need to kill, to earn her approval once more, the thought of loving another, of trusting another with his body, his mind, his heart, it is near unfathomable.
And yet, here you were. Someone who stirred such benevolent (and more) feelings within him. How so utterly kind of you to share with him your heart, your mind, your body. He must repay you in kind, of course.
Now, letâs talk about the elephant in the room, or the snakes in the room, if you will. He feels quite embarrassed to have them there when you two⊠engage. While they understand and know his feelingsâ and they were the very obvious sign of his interest in youâ to him, itâs the equivalent of having your pet in the room while you have sex. He makes them look away, since that is about all he can do. It is quite awkward your first time. But, theyâll come into play, later.
Due to MESSMERâs size, he is quite nervous about entering you, even with his fingers. It takes him a little while to get used to it. He trims his nails just for you, and he draws the line at two fingers, one is almost enough as it is. He gets accustomed to fingering you quickly, to have you sit in his lap while he presses his fingers into you, his free hand resting on your thigh and pushing it open, it is his own little piece of heaven.
Oral is another option for him, of course. Something that is much more easy on his mind, he doesnât have to worry about delving too deep, nor about hurting you. He can just settle his head between your thighs and take what he wishes as you writhe above him. Pull his hair and praise him, and heâll cum untouched. I promise.
He excels at oral, though. Put that practiced tongue to use. He maintains contact all the while, even though his face is quite red. He gives you this beautiful look that speaks volumes, âtouch me, I begâ, it says. âPleaseâ. And if you answer that plea, even simply by stroking his cheek, he lets out an audible shiver. Even his snakes shake a little, letting out a soft hiss as he continues.
On that note, however, good lord does this man enjoy a good frotting session. He is afraid to enter you, like I said, due to his size. Frotting is a good way to atleast feel you, while also granting himself pleasure, without hurting you. He could go on for days and nights just rutting against you, whimpering into your skin, simply basking in the (rather lewd) intimacy of it all.
MESSMER also quite enjoys thigh jobs. He loves them, actually. He sits you in his lap, fucking his cock up into the plush of your thighs, head buried in the crook of your neck as he guides your own rhythm. Of course, he could let you grind by yourself, but he prefers to take matters into his own hands (literally). Itâs the least he can offer you (less of a workout) while he lets go of all his sexual frustrations between your thighs. He doesnât mean to jostle you around as much as he does, he canât help it.
Speaking of sexual frustrations, this man is PACKED FULL OF THEM. Iâm not saying he could be fixed by jacking off, but he could at least feel a little better afterwards. With you, good lord has he calmed down. Heâs a lot less tense, happier, perhaps even jubilant. You cannot wash away the fact that his mother is strung up and imprisoned by a god, but perhaps all MESSMER needed was to feel the warmth of another, rather than simmer in the ever-burning flame that he has come to know, and despise.
Now, about his snakes⊠it takes a long while for him to open up to the idea of them being incorporated into sex. Having them simply turn away makes it feel awkward, of course, but perhaps they could do more� They do adore you, after all. Perhaps a little impromptu bondage? Keeping your hands tied as he feasts upon you, or perhaps keeping your legs parted as his cock glides against your own sex.
He isn't the most kinkiest guy, of course. Although, âkinkyâ in the Lands Between and Land of Shadow might be totally different to our description. The most he does is overstimulate you, but never on purpose. Sometimes MESSMER gets too ahead of himself, too wanting. And he takes what he wants, what he needs. Though he always apologizes afterwards, not that you mind. He never takes it too far anyways. He's got quite the stamina, yet still falls short due to his experience (i.e, zero).
Perhaps the two of you cannot be as close as you wish during sex, but that doesn't make the act any less intimate. Especially to him, a life so devoid of such love, only consumed by hate and longing, but never yearning. He's the kind of guy to cry during sex. Partially because it feels so good to him, but also because he has never understood this intimacy. Not until now. All sorts of proclamations of love spill from his lips as he guides your thighs along his lanky cock, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sobbing even softer words. Stroke his hair, whisper even sweeter words to him, and return the sentiment. Heâll cum harder, cry a little bit more, and reward you in kind. Heâll lift his head from your neck and look upon you with a teary-eyed, soft expression, and then kiss you oh so sweetly despite his cum coating your thighs.
MESSMER also likes a little balance in your guysâ sex life. He wantsâ needs to please you as much as you do him. He lets no deed go unrewarded, if you were to jack him off, he'd return by fingering you. And if you allow him to fuck your thighs, heâll go down on you with a fervor that is unmatched. He makes sure you cum as much as he does, and vice versa. Heâs a very fair man, in that aspect.
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older-boyfriend simon riley with a voice kink.
tw/cw; age difference/age gap, voice kink, afab!f!reader, handjob, sub!simon, alcohol consumption, simon is aged in his 40-50s. MDNI 18+
âgod, babyâ donât be a tease, little one.â
simon didn't think he'd ever be in this position. he never thought he'd be pinned down on the couch with a pretty young thing like yourself sitting on his lap, your soft fingers wrapped around his shaft, jerking him off while whispering in his ear.
your voice is seductive; each word goes straight to his hung cock, held firmly by you. you drag and rub his boner gently, forcing simon to maintain eye contact with you despite his loving eyes being half-lidded and full of lust and euphoriaâthe smell of alcohol reeking from simon. simon attempted to make out with you countless times, only for you to push your finger against his lip and hush him, telling him to listen carefully to every word that flows through your lips while you get him off.
god, he's so pent-up. it feels as if you're dragging his orgasm out purposefully; the playful grin on your face is noticeable and perhaps a sign that you're taunting him. your strokes are slow and calm; simon's twitching dick is leaking all over your fingers when his tip begins drooling. he can't help himself; the pleasure and sensation are addictive, and he can't get enough of the harmony and sweet, sultry sound of your voice against his ear, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.
âcanât go much longer, sweetheartâfuck, hurts so fuckinâ bad ând feels so good...â
simon heaved and growled, his meaty cock throbbing and twitching uncontrollably, pulsing at your comforting and relaxing touch. you went from praising him for being so obedient and for listening to your orders to shaming him for being in a relationship with someone half his age. he can't help himself, cumming all over your hand, your giggles leaving simon's cheeks pink and flushed, humiliated at the mess he's created.
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cw: handjob, vocal katsuki :>, high katsuki
nights when katsuki was high but not you were a semi torture method.
he really just scrolls on his phone, bouncing his knee to keep himself from passing out and occasionally puts a hand on your thigh to just feel how your meat feels.
but you were ovulating, hard. and he never remembers that the week before, during, and after the period of yours were pure filth and he needs to basically wear a chastity belt around you. but for you, his pretty girl, you wanted to make him so sensitive.
you place a hand on his lap, just barely above his cock, and he side eyes you. not a âthe fuck are you doing?â side eye, but a pleading look, or a âoh dear god, im fucked.â
and you keep your hand there, making him wait it out until you moved. and you caressed your hand along his lap, making his knee bounce more aggressively and he was so, so hard already underneath his jeans.
he swallows thick, his adams apple bobbing and he tries to scroll still.
you stare at your own phone, too. but yet, you unbuckle his jeans and zipper. he swallows thick again, groaning when you slip your hand inside and palm his heated cock. hes dropped his phone by now, his head leaning back off of the couch.
you still scroll, knowing hes not going to hold up as you shimmy his cock out of his boxers and pants. you pump him softly, licking your palm and fingers.
âoh, fucking hell..â he whines, his voice deeper due to his throat being pulled backwards by his head. âfuck, fuck.â
you hold back a giggle, pumping slower around the shaft yet tug at his tip. he looks at where you handfuck him, he biting his lip as he grips the side of your hip.
you fuck him faster, slick sounds echoing through the room as he moans out breathy and hoarse. his nipples are a little pebbled, poking through the shirt he wore.
âhâohhhhâ fuck..â he moans.
you giggle, wiggling his cock back and forth in your handâ pumping him again. he grips your arm, panting as he growls out a âfuckâ as he dribbles a hot pool in your hand.
âfuckâŠfuckinâ hell.â he steadies his breath, looking to you in a elevated daze. âthe fuck was that for?â
âpfft, because you tried to take me in the shower.â
âohâŠ.â
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Take a Chance with Me
zayne x fem!reader
summary: zayne gets called into work, so you bring him dinner.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, established relationship, smut, fluff, handjob, oral sex, p in v, office sex
wc: 4.4k
a/n: based on one of zayne's text messages! he's so domestic boyfriend core. this is basically just some soft, fluffy smut before i write a dawnbreaker angst fic :3
also on ao3!
Akso Hospital is quieter at night than it is in the day.
Youâd been expecting the bustle of nurses and doctors when Zayne had texted you saying heâd been called in on short notice, preparing yourself for some sort of emergency. Thankfully, it didnât seem that was the case, most likely a pressing surgery that had come up for Zayne.
Sometimes, you wished heâd take more days off. It was a little selfish to want to be wrapped up in Zayneâs arms all the time, but you couldnât help yourself, the comfort and warmth his body provided was like no other. It was what you had been doing earlier that night, cozied up next to him on the couch, with a fluffy blanket pulled up over you both as heâd spoken to you about one of his past surgeries.
Zayneâs voice had a certain lull to it, the low murmur of his voice making your eyes droop until youâd curled up into his chest, face pressed into his neck and fallen asleep before the takeout you had ordered even arrived.Â
Jennaâs missions had kept you on your toes for the entire week, your body exhausted and dazed under the constant stress of fighting Wanderers. Zayne gave you the solace of being able to unwind, although your boyfriend was as stern as ever, he was everything you needed.Â
That was until youâd woken up and realized he was gone. Zayne had made sure you were tucked in, a pillow placed under your head comfortably, and your hair brushed away from your face. Youâd been disappointed, but the moment you were awake, you couldnât find it in yourself to go back to sleep, no matter how hard you tried.
Itâs why youâre here now, the takeout bag clutched in hand with a couple of paper plates and forks stuffed inside, as you wait patiently for the elevator to drop you off at Zayneâs floor of the hospital.
And of course, I canât wait to see the person delivering it.
Zayneâs text flashes through your mind, and your grip on the bag of takeout tightens. It wasnât fair how a simple line of text could make your heart race and your mind swirl with emotion, a sense of yearning taking root within you.Â
You spy Yvonne sitting at the front desk and you give her a small wave before approaching her.
âHi,â Yvonne greets, smiling up at you, âhere to see Doctor Zayne?â
You nod in response, holding up the bag of takeout. âHe got called in before we could have dinner, so I figured Iâd just bring it to him.â
âThatâs nice,â Yvonne says, her fingers tapping against the keyboard, âDoctor Zayne finished up his surgery about an hour ago. Heâs probably resting in his office.â
âThank you, Yvonne,â you chirp, giving her smile and another wave before making your way towards Zayneâs office.
Itâs tucked away into the corner, his name engraved on the plaque that sits adhered to the surface of the door. The doorâs unlocked, but youâre not surprised, he probably left it open for you. Turning the handle, you poke your head in to find Zayneâs head resting on his outstretched arm against his desk.
His eyes are closed, so you step in quietly, trying not to rustle the bag of takeout too much and let the door lock behind you with a quiet click. Zayne remains motionless and you tiptoe towards him, setting the bag down beside his desk. He looks peaceful like this, his lashes kissing his cheeks, face relaxed as his chest rises and falls with every breath.
Youâre not quite sure what you did to deserve someone like him. Zayne is sickeningly gentle and even more sickeningly patient with you. He treats you like youâre precious because to him, you are. Youâre more precious to him than any award he could be given, more precious to him than the highest praise he could receive from any senior doctor in Linkon and beyond. Youâre the only thing that truly matters to him.
Zayneâs devotion runs deep. It soothes your frayed nerves, and has lodged itself inside of you deep within your viscera. Sometimes, you think about clawing out the protocore-embedded heart in your chest and handing it to him. Zayne would take care of it, youâre sure, as he does now.Â
He stirs for a moment and you still, slowing your breathing so as to not wake him. Your hand reaches out, brushing his hair out of his eyes, fingers tracing the curve of his cheek. Zayneâs nightmares had gotten less frequent recently and you were thankful for it. He needed the rest. You lean in a little closer, unable to help yourself, letting your lips brush across his cheek in a fleeting kiss.
The hand on your wrist startles you for a moment before you realize Zayne is awake, his head lifting lazily and his eyes blinking open blearily.
âYou came,â he murmurs, voice laced with sleep.
âI said I would,â you say softly, cupping his cheek and smoothing your thumb over it. Zayne leans into your touch, letting out a heavy sigh as though some impossible burden were lifted off of his shoulders. You watch as his eyes flutter shut and let him nuzzle into your palm, his lips kissing the inside of your wrist.
Breaking through the relaxed atmosphere, your stomach growls and you flush, cheeks heating up. Zayne lets out a low laugh, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you onto his lap.
âYou shouldâve eaten,â Zayne says, brushing his hand over your hair.
âI wanted to eat with you,â you mumble, pouting petulantly.
He hums, reaching for the bag of takeout, taking out the plates and forks along with the food. Itâs impossible to stop yourself from nosing into his cheek, lips pressing soft kisses along his jaw and across the expanse of his cheek.
âI missed you.â
âItâs only been a few hours since I last saw you,â he muses, tilting his head up to meet your eyes.
âSo? I still missed you,â you reply, arms tightening around his neck.
A smile tugs at his lips, a knowing look in his eyes. He presses the fork of food up to your lips and you open your mouth obediently, letting him feed you. Zayne rubs his hand up and down your back from time to time, his lips pressing against your cheek with every bite he feeds you.
You curl into him when he finishes feeding you, letting your face find its way back home into the crook of his neck, carved out just for you. Zayne tightens his arm around your waist, thumb stroking over the curve of your hip every now and then as he eats.
âI love you,â Zayne says quietly, the fork settling against the plastic takeout container.
âI love you too,â you say, trying to press yourself closer into the heat of his body.
It frustrates you, not being able to be as close to him as you want. The sense of it not being enough, despite being flush against him, gnaws at you. Zayne knows this of course, can see the little downward pull of your lips whenever you get like this and try to meld your body against his as though youâre trying to burrow through his clothes and into him. Heâd let you, if it was possible, keep you safe behind the curve of his ribs and close to his heart.
He slides his hand into your hair, cupping the back of your head to tilt it upwards. You smile up at him fondly, eyes fluttering shut when he brushes the tip of his nose against yours.
âI love you,â Zayne repeats, kissing the corner of your mouth.
âI love you t-â
Your voice is muffled when he slots his lips over yours, drawing you into a slow kiss. Itâs sweet, the way he presses his lips to yours in a tentative question as though asking for permission even though he knows youâll give it to him. Your head tilts, your hand sliding into the softness of his hair, nails scraping against his scalp gently. Zayne shivers and leans into you further, his hand squeezing at your waist.
Longing unfurls in your gut, the slow, syrupy sweetness of his kiss sinking through your flesh and encasing your soul in a warm embrace. Youâre shifting on his lap, moving your body so that you straddle him, knees bracketing his hips. Zayne chases after you when you break away, not letting you leave him for long, guiding you into another kiss.
His hands have begun to drift, smoothing up over the skin of your thighs, squeezing at the flesh before sliding under to grab at your ass. You smile against his lips, fingers splaying across his throat before dragging down to hook into the knot of his tie. You tug downwards, loosening his tie from around his neck.Â
âWe canât,â he whispers, glancing towards the door.
âI locked it,â you murmur, kissing him softly, âplease, Zayne?â Your fingers go further, beginning to unbutton his shirt all the way. âI need you.â
Zayne stares up at you and sees the neediness in your expression, the haze that comes over your face whenever you ask him for his cock. He finds that he can never deny you.
âOkay,â Zayne says quietly, squeezing your arm, âokay, sweetheart.â
You palm him through his trousers, feel him beginning to grow in the confines of his pants. Zayne tries to bite back the noises you elicit from him, but itâs impossible when you look at him like that, your eyes all starry and cheeks flushed.Â
âYouâre always taking care of me,â you whisper, palming his bulge a little more firmly, âlet me take care of you now, Zayne.â
Zayne lets out a shaky breath and you smile, pecking his lips gently. Pulling his belt buckle free, you undo the button to his trousers, dragging the zip down to see his boxers. Thereâs a dark spot on the fabric and the sight has you licking your lips, grasping his half-hard cock through his boxers.
He lets out a strangled groan, his head falling back against his chair, hips bucking up to chase more of your touch.
âYouâre teasing me,â Zayne grits out, his knuckles white with how tightly heâs gripping the armrests of his chair.
ââm making you feel good,â you correct.Â
Your hand pulls his boxers down, and his cock slaps against his abdomen, thick and tip flushed prettily. Zayneâs fully hardened now, the tips of his ears reddening as you wrap your hand around his cock.
âFuck-â he pants, running his hand through his hair, âd-donât stop.â
âNot going to,â you whisper, hand tightening around his cock.
Zayne groans again, his thighs falling open a little more. Your other hand cups his heavy balls, massaging them gently, lips finding his again as his pre-cum wets your hand. He kisses you desperately, hips bucking up into your hand. Zayne pushes at the straps of your dress impatiently, pulling it down along with your bra to find your breasts.
âSo pretty,â Zayne murmurs, hand splaying across your back to make you arch into him.
He mouths across your collarbone, all the way to your sternum before drifting down to try and stuff the entirety of your breast into his mouth. A breathless laugh leaves you, thumb swiping over the sensitive tip of his cock. Zayneâs thighs jump, his grip on you tightening, tongue alternating between flicking over your nipple and swiping over the whole of your areola.
Spit drips from his mouth, a thin strand connecting his glistening lips to your hardened nipple. You catch it with your thumb, feeding it to him, letting him suck your thumb into his mouth. He moans around it and you whine, cunt clenching at the feeling of his warm mouth over your skin. It has you feeling debauched, your own mouth opening to let a glob of spit drip down and onto his cock. Zayneâs cock twitches and he presses himself against you, his face tucking into the crook of your neck as he pants.
âSweetheart,â he grunts, his cock fucking into your hand, âyou feel so good.â
You mewl in agreement, hand slipping into his hair again. Zayne lets out a low whine, his eyes fluttering shut as he curls his own hand around yours, tightening your grip. You move your hand faster, swipe your thumb over his fat, leaking tip more frequently and tug at his hair to tilt his head and kiss him.
âYouâre throbbing,â you whisper, lips brushing over his with every word.
âYou tend to have that effect on me,â he replies hoarsely.
His cock throbs almost on cue, another glob of pre-cum spilling down the side of his length. You squeeze your hand tighter, dragging it upwards to see more pre-cum spilling out of him the tighter you squeeze. Zayne sounds utterly gone, mouthing at your chest to distract himself, lips wrapping around your other breast this time.Â
He stares up at you, amber-green eyes shining in the light as his mouth stays enveloped around the fat of your breast. You bite your lip, giving him a dazed smile and lowering your head to nudge your nose against his. Zayne forgets about your breast, tilts his head up to meet your lips in a sloppy kiss.
âCum for me, Zayne,â you whisper sweetly, kissing the tip of his nose, âwanna see you cum.â
Zayne moans unabashedly, his heart fluttering at your words. His hips buck up one last time before he cums, squeezing at your sides roughly as his forehead falls against your shoulder. Hot, thick cum smears across your hands and you hum happily, giving his cock one last teasing pump. Zayne shudders at the sensation, grunting softly as he catches your wrist to stop you from playing with his sensitive cock.
âYou made a mess, Doctor Zayne.â
He huffs out a laugh, leaning back in his chair. You stay perched on his lap, watching as his cock softens. Zayne takes your hand before you can lick his cum off of your palm, his handkerchief swiping over your sullied palm and fingers, cleaning your skin.
Zayne kisses you again, squishes your cheeks to make your lips pucker out for a moment and smiles at the sight. You frown when he moves you off of him only to realize that heâs standing up as well, pushing your shoulders gently to make you sit down on his chair.
He sinks to his knees and you bite your lip, body taut with anticipation. Zayne pulls your socks off, his thumbs pressing into the arch of your right foot. You sigh at the sensation, eyes slipping shut.
âYouâre beautiful,â he whispers, placing a reverent kiss to your ankle.
Your heart lurches, lips trembling as he caresses your calf. Zayne kisses up the length of your leg, up your shin and past your knee, his fingers squeezing at your flesh. He drags his lips across your inner thigh, landing soft kisses to your skin. His scarred hands graze over your panties, knuckles pressing against your swollen clit for a moment before he kisses your panty-clad pussy.Â
Zayne repeats the same sequence of actions for your other leg as though he were worshiping you. A part of you wants to cry at his display of affection. Thereâs a lump in your throat with how nicely heâs treating you, but you swallow it down, losing yourself in the fond gaze he gives you.
âYouâre too good to me,â you whisper, fingers running through his hair.
âIâm not,â he replies, kissing your pussy again, âI just love you.â
You swallow harshly and Zayne smiles, his fingers pulling down your panties. He thumbs apart your folds and lets out a shuddering breath when he realizes how wet you are.Â
âAll for me,â he murmurs, watching the clench of your pussy around nothing, âyouâre all mine.â
You whine in agreement, back arching as he licks over your cunt. Zayne kisses your clit and buries his face into your pussy, licking and sucking without abandon. You can barely stay on the chair with how much youâre squirming and writhing under his mouth. Zayne winds his arms around your thighs and holds you in place, his mouth making lewd noises as he makes out with your pussy until your cries grow louder.
You hope his office is soundproof, but when Zayne sucks your sensitive clit into his mouth, you lose any sense of where you are, letting out pitchy, shuddering gasps as your feet press up onto your toes, digging into his back.Â
âZayne!â you cry, tugging at his hair roughly. He groans into your pussy, enjoying the sting of pain across his scalp. He buries his face deeper, kissing and licking until your pussy is puffy and slick is pouring out of you uncontrollably. âN-nghhh- no, Zayne. You- you have to fuck me!â
âOkay,â he rasps, pulling back when you tug at his hair, âup, my love, get up.â He taps your thighs and you stand up on shaky legs, pulling him closer by his tie to kiss him.
Zayne kisses you as you paw at his broad shoulders, pushing his shirt off to grasp at his muscled arms and back. He squeezes your waist, kneads the fat at your hips before heâs spinning you and bending you over his desk.
Your dress is flipped up, a squeak escaping your lips when he brings his hand down, slapping your ass. A giggle makes its way out of you and you rise up on the tips of your toes, wiggling your hips and ass for him playfully.
Zayne groans at the sight and slaps your ass again. His fingers spread apart your asscheeks, his eyes feasting on the sight of your glistening, puffy pussy again. You cry out when you feel him shove his face back into your pussy, licking over you messily and without abandon until you reach back and push at his head weakly.
You let your hips sway back and Zayne grasps his cock, pressing it against your greedy cunt. He curses as your pussy sucks him in, his hand balling up the fabric of your dress into one hand, keeping you spread as he watches you take his cock, inch after inch.
You let out a strangled gasp, the air being punched out of your lungs as he fills you up. Zayne is big and thick, his cock splitting you open, forcing your pussy to take him, carving the shape of his length inside of you. Your nails dig into his desk and neither of you seem to care as a few patient files slip off of the edge of the desk, the paper fluttering to the ground.
âAlways so tight,â he hisses out, his hand curling over your hip, âsuch a good girl for me, sweetheart.â
Your head falls against the wood of his desk, teeth sinking into your knuckles as you try to muffle your noises. Zayne notices and lets out a tsk, his arm reaching for yours and bringing it behind your back.
âNone of that,â Zayne chastises, âI want to hear you, my love.â
He does hear you when he presses your lower back down, his hips thrusting forward. You cry out, moaning and mewling as his cock sinks into you repeatedly. Zayne drapes himself over your back, kissing up your spine and landing a soft kiss to your shoulder, hips humping into your ass. The squelch of your cunt should be embarrassing, but it happens whenever Zayne fucks you now, you get so horribly wet whenever you see his cock and he touches you.
You turn your head back to kiss him and Zayne groans into your mouth, licking into your mouth before heâs moving back to fuck you properly. Your knees would buckle if you werenât bent over the desk. His name plate inches closer to the edge of the desk with every thrust Zayne delivers to your pussy.
Zayne pants and grunts; you look back to find his face flushed, his eyes closed and brows drawn together tightly. He looks handsome, face twisted with pleasure and want; unadulterated passion.
âZayne- o-oh yes-â you whimper when he pins you down, his hands grasping your hips roughly.
He ups his pace, the desk rattling, his belongings hitting the floor. Each snap of his hips leaves you reeling and youâre sure youâre seeing stars in the darkness of your closed eyes.Â
âGood girl,â he groans, unable to stop himself from landing another slap to your ass, âmy good girl- fuck- I love you so, so much, sweetheart.â
Youâre practically sobbing, walls clenching around his cock so tightly that heâs cupping your jaw and drawing you up so that your back is flush against his chest. Zayne bends his knees and fucks up into you. Your nails scrape against his arm, head falling against his shoulder as his hand slips down to rub your clit.
âTake it,â Zayne whispers, nipping your earlobe, âtake it, baby.â
His calloused fingers on your clit too much and your body is seizing up, the coil of pleasure inside of you snapping until you moan loudly, his hand slapping over your mouth when the beginnings of a squeal make its way out of you with how oversensitive you are.Â
Your body shudders as you cum, and you try to push his hand away from his clit but he sinks his teeth into your shoulder in warning, rubbing tight circles until he cums, his low grunts filling your ear as his hips slow into a stuttering mess. Zayne bends you over the desk again, shuffles forward until his hips are flush against your ass, balls pressed against your clit, his cock stuffed inside your pussy snugly.
âI love you,â you whine, feeling his hot cum fill you up.
âI- I shit-â Zayne gasps, thrusting his hips forward a few more times as he feels your walls clenching around him tightly, milking every drop of thick cum from him, âHah- I l-love you too,â he stammers, slumping over you.
You mewl under his weight, his softening cock slipping out of you. Zayneâs cum mixed with your arousal drips down your thighs, smearing against your skin. He lifts himself up after a few moments of panting, using his desk for support. You turn around, rising up on shaky legs and even shakier toes to cup his cheeks and kiss him.
Zayne wraps his arm around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. He deepens the kiss, lowers his head for you so that you can sink down flat onto your feet again. Your tongue tangles with his, hands stroking over his hair soothingly as you give yourself to him, body and soul.
You can feel his smile against your lips, the drag of his lips across your cheek and the side of your head to press several kisses to your forehead.
âI hope your office is soundproof, Doctor Zayne,â you whisper, wrapping your arms around his middle and letting your chin rest on his chest.
âI hope so too,â Zayne says, flushing lightly.
You laugh, kissing the underside of his jaw. You help him pull his shirt on again, buttoning up the front of it and tighten his tie again. Zayne wipes the insides of your thighs with a few tissues, discarding them in the bin beside his desk, helping pull up your panties over your hips.
He fixes the straps of your dress, fingers brushing over your shoulders gently and the place where his teeth had sunk into you.
âTake the day off tomorrow,â you say to him as you help gather the patient files that had fallen off of his desk.
âYou know I canât,â he sighs, shaking his head.
You pout, widening your eyes and batting your eyelashes up at him in an attempt to give him the most pleading look you can muster.
âPlease?â you say, sidling up to him again, âyouâre overworked, Zayne. Take the day off, hm? We can relax together.â
Zayne stares down at you, his lips pursing for a moment. It never takes much convincing. As soon as the words are out of your mouth, he feels compelled to listen.
âYouâre a terrible influence, sweetheart.â
You smile up at him giddily, wrapping your arms around his neck. ââm just taking care of my lovely, handsome, perfect boyfriend.â
âFattening up my ego, huh?â Zayne asks, dipping his head to steal a kiss from you.
âNo,â you say, shaking your head. Your voice softens slightly. âI- I do mean those things, Zayne.â
Zayne falters at the hint of vulnerability in your voice. He can see that youâre shy about it with the way your eyes dart away from his, you always have been whenever confessing your more heart-felt feelings.Â
âIf you insist,â he says quietly, trapping your chin between his fingers to bring your eyes to meet his again. âBut I think youâre the perfect one.â
You flush at his compliment, swatting his chest. He laughs, grabbing your fist to press a firm kiss to your knuckles. Zayneâs laugh fades when he stares at your hand, his brows furrowing for a moment.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, your own brows furrowing as you stare at your bare hand. Thereâs nothing on it, nothing of concern anyways.
âAh,â Zayne clears his throat, giving you a smile, âitâs nothing.â
Itâs strange. He canât help but think your left hand looks oddly bereft in the light.Â
Zayne thinks a ring would fix the problem.Â
He dips his head, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips as he takes your hand, leading you out of his office, letting Yvonne know that he wouldnât be available tomorrow.
Zayne drives you home, despite your insistence that you could drive instead, his head shaking sternly as heâd ushered you into the passengerâs side. Youâre curled up in bed with him, blankets pulled up over both you, the heat cocooning you in.Â
âDespite your Evol, youâre so warm,â you mumble drowsily, face pressed into his chest.
âThat may be because of the blankets,â Zayne says, amused.
You scoff, but you donât have it in you to come up with some witty remark, instead letting him play with your hair.
âIâll make you breakfast tomorrow,â you slur, body relaxing further when he scratches your scalp gently.
âI want to spend the morning in bed with you,â he whispers, watching as your eyelids slip shut.
Itâs only half the truth. Zayne does want to spend the morning in bed with you, but he also wants something⊠more.
âI want to spend the rest of my life with you.â
Youâre asleep when he whispers the words, his lips brushing your forehead.
It doesnât matter.Â
Youâll hear them properly when he gets down on one knee.
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Raw Roulette
CW // MDNI, SMUT, foursome, handjobs, blowjobs, piv, creampie, slight mentions of exhibitionism
(I changed the title because i love alliteration)
"Regretting inviting all of us over for dinner?" Rafayel teased, crawling over to you and trailing kisses from your collarbone to your neck. As much as you want to maintain your composure, you give in and let out a whine.
"Doesn't sound like it to me." Zayne smirked, as he kept your back pressed to his chest, both of you sitting up on your bed.
"Are you enjoying this?" Xavier's hand rested on your thigh, sitting on the edge of the bed and occupying the across Rafayel. He pushed the hem of your dress up to move his hands to your inner thigh.
The overwhelming sensation is starting a fire in your lower abdomen. "This wasn't supposed to happen." You sharply inhale, trying so hard to contain yourself. What would they think of you when they find out that you're enjoying being aroused by three men at the same time?
You didn't think that the night would end up with you being surrounded by barely clothed men vying for your attention, vying for you to make them feel good.
"Do you want us to stop?" Zayne's hot breath tickling your ear is getting you more worked up. Your breath hitched and you involuntarily squeezed your legs together, accidentally trapping Xavier's hands between your thighs. He gently moved one of your legs to separate them.
"Yes or no, Love. We need to hear it from you." Xavier's eyes still shined of innocence even in the dark lighting that matched the soon-to-be carnal atmosphere.
"Don't stop" You mumbled, unable to properly get your words out.
"Speak up, Princess." Rafayel took one of your hands and kissed the back of it.
"Please don't stop."
As if their brains synced together, they resumed with what they were doing except now there was nothing holding them back from having their way with you.
Rafayel started licking and sucking on your neck, marking you as if that was the only way he could make it obvious to the other two that he needs you more than they do.
Xavier's hands roamed across your thighs. He couldn't get enough of how they feel against his palm and how you shiver and gasp whenever his fingers would brush over your panties.
Zayne enjoyed when you arch your back from the pleasure since your ass pressed against his bulge every time you did. "Would you even be able to take all of us at the same time?"
"We can't make her too tired, she's going on a date with me tomorrow." Rafayel smirked as he watched the other two pause.
"Wait you said you were going to help me with a mission tomorrow." The grip Xavier had on your thigh tightened as he looked at you with a slight pout.
"And you promised me that we'd have lunch together at the restaurant near the hospital." Zayne's arm starts to snake around your waist, every inch of your back covering his chest.
"I didn't realize I had those plans all at the same date." Trying to explain yourself was a lot harder with the three of them looking at you, expecting you to either choose between them or come up with a compromise.
"I have an idea," Rafayel said. The grin on his face tells them that it was going to be something so outrageous. "Why don't we play Russian roulette with her pussy?"
"Elaborate" Zayne's interest was piqued. He's been waiting for your shared lunch for a few days now, no way was he going to let anyone else have your time but him.
"We take turns fucking her and the last man she cums on gets to have her precious time tomorrow."
"That sounds good to me, I'm surprised you were the one that came up with that idea." Xavier's soft but nonchalant tone made the comment sound more condescending.
"Are you okay with that?" Zayne looked for your approval. He didn't want to do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable.
"Mhmm" You're already at your limit from the anticipation.
"Use your words, Miss" Rafayel coaxed.
"I'm okay with it" You obeyed, barely getting the words out without whimpering.
"You just don't want us to stop touching you, do you?" Xavier moved his hands to the soaked fabric of your panties. "Mmm already so wet for us, maybe we should let you cool down first."
"Yeah, if we keep going then you might cum as soon as you get one of our cocks inside you." Rafayel rubbed one of your arms as his lips tickled your neck while he spoke.
"I won't" You were just being delusional at this point. Having this many hands touching you and the filthy words being thrown around the room was enough to make you spill out.
"We're gonna hold you to that. Now, how do we pick which one goes first." Zayne's hands traveled from your waist up to your tits, earning a gasp from you.
"The last one that got here, should go first" Rafayel grinned at Xavier.
"For just 20 minutes!" He protested. "But I'm fine with that, I know she'll be a good girl and hold it in for me, won't you?" He gently grabbed your face to make you stare at his eyes as if it was to serve as an unspoken promise.
Xavier swiftly removed your underwear and immediately glided his fingers through your folds. Looking up at you again, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked off your slick like it was nectar.
"I can't take it anymore, please just let me have it." Your whole body shivered as Zayne started unzipping your dress, Rafayel helping him raise it above your head.
"Let you have what?" Xavier hasn't taken his eyes off you.
"I haven't heard her be this needy ever, I think I might get addicted to how you sound right now." You couldn't handle how Rafayel kept speaking while his lips are just a hair away from your neck.
Zayne remained quiet. He felt conflicted, you look so divine when your eyes are glazed with pure lust and ecstasy but he hated sharing you with the other two. He hated how they made you feel good too. Hearing you beg for Xavier just made him want to fuck you rough and raw in front of them and let them know that if you ever needed a good fuck, he'll be the one you'd call. Just him and no one else.
"Are you sure you want to skip that part?" Xavier asked. He loves eating you out but if you want him inside already then he can't deny you that. To him, your words are gospels that need to be fulfilled. If you want him to fuck you how you want it, then he's more than glad to do that as long as you don't cum.
Rafayel finally peeled himself off your side and reached something from your nightstand drawer. "I knew you'd have it here, maybe you were expecting this to happen." He handed you the bottle of lube and was stuck at your side again. "Go on, if you want him inside then you're going to have to help him out a little bit."Â
Xavier was surprised Rafayel was helping you out when it came to him. He always saw him as a self serving diva or maybe he's doing it just for you.
You tug on the waistband of his boxers and pull them down, revealing his cock already so hard for you. "It's all yours, Princess. Come here." He pulled you away from the other men and positioned you on top of him, your hips hovered over his thighs to give you space for what you needed to do.
Xavier heard Zayne click his tongue and Rafayel sighs. He shifted his focus back to you, watching your hands as they shake while pouring the lube onto your hands.
"Relax, it's just me." His hand enveloped your wrist to stop it from shaking so much.
"We're here too" Rafayel grumbled and Zayne let out a soft chuckle at the comment. You turned your head to face him but Xavier used his free hand to cup your cheek and guide your sight back to him.
"He'll have his turn later. But for now, your attention is all mine." He leaned in and brought his lips to yours to give you a quick kiss for encouragement.
You heard Xavier's sharp inhale once his cock was in your palm.Â
"Move your hand." He gently instructed, trying to focus on you despite the coldness of the lube and the warmth of your hand mixing.
The rustling of the sheets brought Xavier's attention to Zayne who is now getting closer to you again. "What? I can't let you two have all the fun" He places his hand flat on your shoulder blade, making you flinch from the sudden change in temperature.
"Don't overheat, Angel. You have a whole night to get through." He snuck up behind and planted a light kiss behind your ear.
"Don't leave me out!" Rafayel was right behind you but you can tell by the tone of his voice that he was pouting. "They might make the whole night all about them if we didn't interfere." He rested his head on your shoulder.
"Don't look at us like that, Xavier. We're just here to offer some...support." Something mischievous flashed in Zayne's eye. "No one said the others should stay back while it's someone's turn."
"Fuck" He muttered, the whole time your hand your hand stayed stroking his cock.
The banter between the three of them helped ease the tension that previously built up in your chest.
"Less nervous now, Love?" Zayne noticed that you weren't as shaky as before, stroking your hair and giving you a small smile.
"I can't wait any longer, can I put it inside?" Xavier got harder the more you stroked him. He felt like he couldn't breathe until you said yes to his plea.
You took your hand off his dick and nodded, preparing for what position he'd fuck you in. It was like you were their personalized and shared fuck doll.Â
"I'm so sorry, Princess. I'm gonna have to be a little rough." Xavier was so worked up he couldn't even bother to ask anymore but he knew you'd tell him to stop if you weren't fine with it.
He flipped you over on your hands and knees. The view was a little embarrassing if you were going to be honest. The other two looked at you and you couldn't help but feel small.
"Didn't know you had that in you, Xavier" Rafayel mused. "Aw, little miss has watery eyes. Are you that needy for a good fucking?" He reached for your face and caressed your cheeks using his thumb.
"She deserves one." Xavier's tip was teasing your entrance.
"Xavier, please." You squeaked out.
"Oh, I can't wait until she's begging for me." Zayne grabbed one of your hands and placed your palm on top of his erection. "I'll have to settle with this for now."
Xavier slowly pushed his cock inside you, his movements got more urgent and firm but he still observed your reaction to know if he should continue.
A loud moan escapes your lips as he pushes himself in, making you take it up to the base. He started thrusting in a quick steady rhythm that made you grip the sheets. It had completely slipped your mind that your other hand was holding Zayne's dick.
"Easy there, Angel. Come on, you can please one more man, right?" He slowly guided your hand in an up and down rhythm that intentionally matched Xavier's thrust. He closed his eyes and pretended that he was fucking you already.
"Mind if I use this one?" Rafayel hooked his thumb inside your mouth prompting you to open it wider. "I know you'll take it so well." He scooted closer so you don't have to move, placing your free arm on his thighs for support.
"Ah, that's it. Take it at your own pace, Baby." Rafayel put his hand on the back of your head and enjoyed the sight of you swallowing his whole length. "Fucking impressive, you're so good at this." He praised your skills.
"You're clenching around me already." Xavier huffed.
"My turn." Zayne interrupted and put his hand on top of yours, stopping you from jerking him off. "I need to have this pretty little thing now."Â
The three rotated positions. Like clockwork, you immediately had your hands on Rafayel's dick, stroking him at the same pace that Zayne had you do. Xavier had you in the same position as Rafayel but this time he's holding your hand.
"Mmm your mouth feels just as good, Princess." Xavier threw his head back from the immense pleasure. He never felt this good using his own hands. Maybe he can call you for help whenever he needs to masturbate.
You can hear Zayne's groans as he drilled your pussy like his life depended on it. "You're getting wetter. Don't tell me you're getting close."
Your moans are muffled by Xavier's cock, making it harder to tell Zayne that you're seconds away from cuming. You feel Zayne slow down. "Does my Angel want to cum?"
You couldn't answer back, you were too preoccupied. "Look at me" His voice was stern but still had a hint of gentleness behind it.
You took Xavier's dick out of your mouth and turned your head to look back at Zayne. He wished he could pause time right now. You looked so brilliant in your current pose. Your eyes are all watery, lips swollen, a mix drool and precum trickling from the side of your mouth, and two other men panting from the pleasure you gave them.
"I'll let you cum right now if you promise that you'll reschedule our lunch to a date that doesn't include other plans. Do I make myself clear, Angel?" His cock stayed buried deep inside you, it made it so hard to focus on what he was saying.
"I promise" You mumbled.
"Louder"
"I promise, Zayne. Please let me cum" You begged.
"Good girl. Now get ready to be fucked the way you deserve to be fucked." He starts thrusting again, his body remembering the tempo it was following earlier.
"Letting yourself lose just for her, how noble." Rafayel just had to poke fun at Zayne. Too bad he almost couldn't get the words out since he was panting like a dog that just played fetch for an hour.
"My Princess cuming on someone else's cock? I should've just forfeited earlier." Xavier tried to give you a cute pout but failed. Your mouth felt too good to joke around at the moment.
Zayne's cock was repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. You can feel your orgasm building up, coming in waves in your lower abdomen.
"Just let it all out, Angel. I'm close too." He kept the beat of his thrust the same to help you get to your peak.
"Zayne!" You exclaimed as you arch your back from the satisfaction, sending shivers all over your body. Your limbs twitched and you had Xavier and Rafayel help you hold yourself up. He continued going in and out until you felt him grip your hips tight, his warm cum covering every existing inch of your walls.
"Did that feel too good, Baby?" Rafayel grabbed your face and lifted it up to meet his gaze. You nodded. "I can tell, you couldn't even focus on us anymore."
"It's okay, Princess. But now we'll have to be a little selfish." Xavier kissed your shoulder and pinned you down on your back, your head barely on the mattress.
"You ready?" He positioned himself on top of you, slapping his dick against your pussy.
"Ready" You whispered.
He slid his cock inside, pushing out Zayne's cum. "Feels good to be back."
"Don't forget about me" Rafayel's fingers grazed your throat. He gets out of the bed and stands near the top of your head.
Xavier figured out what Rafayel wanted to do. He grabbed your waist and pushed you out of the bed by a few inches.
"Perfect." Rafayel wrapped his hand on your throat and slowly let your mouth and tongue do their thing. He had to get you used to that position first.
Zayne laid down and reached for your hand. "You did so well, Angel." Taking the back of your hand and tenderly kissing it.
Meanwhile, Xavier was barely hanging on by a thread. The sweet sound your moans make alone could've made him cum but fucking you was an option so he took it.
The original game plan has been derailed but none of the boys could complain. The sound of your gasps, whimpers, and moans echoing off the walls were like music to their ears.
You didn't have to move as Rafayel moved his hips and used your throat as a pussy. "No matter what you do you always feel so good." He pushed his cock down the back of your throat and held it there for a few seconds just to hear you gag and gargle spit.
"Oh, does that turn you on more? I felt you clench." Xavier thrusted faster, ready to give you another orgasm.
Zayne loved this lewd side of you. It was like you were their personal fuck toy just for this night. He can't deny that he had fun fucking you in front of other people. You really do bring sides of him he didn't think he had.
You couldn't tell Xavier that you were about to cum. The next best way was to put your hand on his forearm and squeeze it.
"I'm about to cum too, Princess." He said, it's like he read your mind.
"Fuck, me too." Rafayel moaned. "Squeeze his arm if you want all of us to cum with you, Baby."
You squeeze Xavier's hand until your nails dig into his skin.
"She says yes." Xavier and Rafayel shared a smirk.
In just a few seconds, you let go and experience another round of ecstasy. Your senses were almost non-existent after being pounded and choked by multiple cocks.
Xavier and Rafayel let out several loud moans as they slow down their thrust after reaching their peak. Both of them slowly pull out and immediately reach out to you to make sure you're okay.
The content look in your eyes and smile was a good enough answer to their question.
Rafayel scooped you into his arms and placed you in the middle of your bed. "Take all the time you need to rest, okay? You did such an amazing job." He reassured you, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead.
Despite the guys being breathless and tired too, they still went out of their way to make sure you were well taken care of after. They'll also have to figure out how they'll fit into your schedule next week since the game didn't go as planned.
The thoughtful gestures, sweet words of affirmation, and future plans will have to wait because their favorite girl just fell asleep.
(Alexa, play Love Talk by WayV on loop)
(Technicallyyyy Rafayel won)
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KINKTOBER WEEK 2 | LAST TIME- C.S
summary: ex!chris and ex!y/n fuck for the last time at a halloween party
cw: cursing, SMUT; unprotected p in v, making out, hickies, belly bulge, oral!f receiving, handjob, cum eating, PINCH OF ANGST
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god, her friends would be so disappointed in her. y/n thought as she found herself with her back to the door and chris kissing down her neck, nipping and sucking at her warm flesh. it wasn't supposed to happen. "missed you." chris mumbled against her neck. "shh, just keep doin' that." she sighed in pleasure, feeling her panties dampen.
her and chris were broken up for about two months now. however, in those two months they have fucked five time- now six. her friends always got mad at her for it- yeah she was getting dicked down. but, with the wrong person, someone who didn't deserve her.
when chris saw her walk into his home, he went up to her before she had a chance to greet anyone else. before they had broken up, she mentioned she was going to be a pirate. and there she was, in a white mini dress that hugged her waist and ended just below her ass, her knee-high boots and those red lips of hers made chris crave her.
he had followed her downstairs and one thing led to another and now she was pressed up against his wall. "y/n-" she shook her head. "shh- don't wanna hear it." she tugged his hair, messing up the slicked back look- the glasses that kept it back were tossed somewhere in the room.
chris hoisted her up on his waist and carried her to the bed while their lips were attacking each others. his mouth was now smeared with her red lipstick but he couldn't give a fuck. "mm- so good, chris." she arched her back into him. "yeah? you like that?" he licked her bottom lip. she hummed, letting his tongue enter her mouth. she could taste the alcohol infused punch on his tongue.
"missed you, baby." he gently lays her down, his hands roaming up and down her thighs. "stop- just keep going." she knew if she thought about it to hard, she wasn't going to let him go. "needy?" he kissed her neck. "yes, please do something." she rolled her hips against his.
"y'look so pretty." he looks at her and kisses up her jaw to her red lips. "yeah?" she smirks, bringing her hand behind his head and running her fingers through his hair. "love your hair like this." she mumbles, bringing her head closer to her face so she can reconnect their lips. "gonna miss your lips." she shrugs his jacket off of his body.
chris pauses, pulling back. "what?" he looks at her eyes, searching for an answer. "what do you mean?" he adds on. "we can't keep doing this, chris." he's hit with a pang of hurt. "what? why? i thought- i thought we liked what we were doing." he sits up, and takes a seat on the edge of the bed.
y/n mentally curses at herself. why did she say that? "we do- i do, but we broke up for a reason. how will we move on if we keep doing this, hm?" she stands up and straddles his waist. like muscle memory, his hands come up to hold her waist. chris sighed, she was right. "this last time?" he looks up at her, his hands going under her dress. "this last time." she nods.
chris wasted no times and collided their lips together. if this was going to be the last time, he was going to make it last.
he pinned her down on the bed and attacked her neck, leaving marks so she can remember this night. remember him. "chris." she gasped once he nipped at her sweet spot. "you like that, yeah?" she nods. "please, chris." she grabs the collar of his shirt. "what do you want, baby?" he asks, taking off her red bandanna off of her head so he can run his hand through her hair- something he loved to to.
"want you, want you so bad." he throws the bandanna somewhere in the room. "yeah, want me to fuck you?" she nods. "not yet, wanna make this last, yeah? don't want you to forget this night." the trials his right hand down her front, and puts it under the dress, feeling her cotton thong.
"so wet already." he kisses her neck one last time before moving down to her thighs. he puts his head under her dress and y/n watches him disappear. chris presses a kiss to her inner thigh, biting her other one, making her flinch slightly. he chuckles lightly, and presses a kiss to her covered cunt.
he brings his finger and pulls her thong down. she gasps at the cold air hitting her wet pussy. "look at you, so pretty for me. so wet. i'm gonna miss this perfect pussy." he licks a stripe up from her hole to her clit. "shit!" she whines, bringing up the skirt of her dress so she can see him devouring her.
chris sucks on her clit the lewd noises turning her on even more. "mm, so sweet." he mumbles, continuing to lap at her wetness. "chris, so- so good." she stumbles over her words. just at the sight of him between her thighs makes her moan. she takes a mental picture so she'd never forget this. unhesitatingly, she tugs on his hair. "keep tuggin' on it." he lifts his head up to look at her, his chin glistening with her arousal.
he replaces his mouth with his two fingers, circling her puffy clit the way he knows she likes. "fuck- chris." her back arches off of the bed. chris soon misses the taste of her and puts his mouth back on her. he sloppily eats her out, a mixture of his spit and her wetness running down his chin and down her ass onto the bed. "i- i- fuck!" she squirms at the yummy feeling.
"close for me?" he quickly says. "yes- yes, so close. so so close." she moans out, closing her legs around his head. chris somehow forces them open and holds them still. "i know- i know." he coos. with a couple more licks and sucks, she breaks.
"shit! i'm cumming- fuck!" she yells out. her hips bucking up. chris doesnt pull away as he helps her ride out her high. once she becomes sensitive, he pulls away. "can i take this off?" he refers to her dress. "yes." she nods.
"how do i?" y/n giggles. "you have to untie my corset." she turns around and chris stares at the corset confused. "just pulls this one and untie it." she laughs. "shits so confusing." he giggles, getting the hang of it. once he pulls it off, y/n turns back around and pulls her dress over her body, leaving her fully naked.
chris soon folllows by kicking his shoes off and taking his shirt and jeans off. he hovers over her and kisses along her bare tits. he swirls his tongue on her hardened nipple, pulling away and blowing on the wet skin, the cold sensation causes goosebumps to rise on her body. "mmm." her hums, bringing his lips back on hers.
"mm, can i fuck you, baby?" he whines. "please, yes- yes." she kisses his neck, sucking a bruise onto the skin. chris groans at the act and tugs his boxers down his legs. "ready?" she nods, he runs his leaky tip up and down her slick folds. y/n shudders at the feeling. chris lines his cock up with her hole and slowly pushes in,
"oh- shit!" y/n feels her pussy stretch around him, "so warm, baby." he groans, throwing his head back. once chris is fully inside of her, he pushes her knees up to her chest and pulls back before thrusting back into her. "chris." she whines, bringing her hands up to her tits and squeezes them.
chris' eyes trail down her body until they stop to there's they're connected. he watches how his dick enters in and out of her, a creamy ring forming at the base of his cock. "look at that." he speeds up his pace. "chris, chris, dont fucking stop!" she moans out. "feels good?" his jaw slacks a bit at the feeling of her walls wrapped tightly around him.
"so good." she gasps when he hits that spot. chris watches intensely and his gaze falls on the outline of his dick showing on her lower belly. "fucking you so deep, i can see my dick." he thumbs the bulge. "so close. i'm so close." she squeaks out, chris hovers over her and kisses along her jaw. "yeah, gonna come for me?" he feels her hands come up to his back and digs her nails into his skin.
while still kissing her jaw, her brings his thumb down to her clit. "oh- fuck!" she moans at the added pleasure. "gonna cum!" y/n gasps. "come, let go f'me." he smirks. with a few more thrusts, she clenches around him. "i'm cumming, babe! chris- chris." she chants his name. chris continues fucking her until he feels himself get close.
he quickly pulls out and sits up. y/n wraps her hand around him and gets him to cum. "almost there- fuck- keep doin' that." he fucks her hand. "shit!" he twitches and comes all over her tits and some lands on her lips. however, she doesn't let go of his cock, still running her hand up and down. "can't- holy shit." he says.
she smirks, letting go of him and he collapses next to her. y/n brings her manicured finger up to her tit and swipes some of his release onto her finger, bringing it up to her mouth. "taste so good." chris watches how her mouth wraps around her finger. "fuckin' tease." he wraps his arm over her and lays on top of her, not caring that his cum had now gotten all over his chest.
"so, steve harrington, huh?" she breaks the silence. "what? oh, yeah." he realizes that she's referring to his costume. "you make a hot steve harrington." she giggles, scratching his scalp as he lays on her bare chest. "you make a hot pirate. but that corset shit was complicated as fuck." they laugh. after a small silence, y/n speaks up. "we should clean up." he shakes his head.
"shh, jus' wanna lay here for a while." he says, closing his eyes and enjoying these last moments with her. "okay- just a little longer." she agrees, running a hand through his curls. god, he was going to miss this- miss her.
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trick or treat - j. jaehyun
â jeong jaehyun x neighbour! reader
-> dilf! jaehyun au
â CW: dom! jaehyun, breeding kink (jae's horny, i'm horny, everyone if fucking horny), age gap (reader is in mid-20âs and jae is a divorced 29yo Jae), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, handjob, oral (f receiving), praising, pussy slapping, biting, spit kink, oral fixation (jae), there are some cringey lines (i'm sorry but i wanted to have them in there but i didn't know how else to phrase them T-T), jae's thick in this one guys :D
-> a/n: omg haii ^-^ okay so this one isn't necessarily halloween related but his kid in the fic is going trick or treating so it counts!!! Jae is DOWN BAD in this one y'all. also just an fyi, this one has a lot more dialogue since they have more of a relationship and it's not just mindless sex this time?? but there still is quite a lot of sex??? okok enjoyyyyyy
-> wc: 6k
-> upcoming: switch! yuta (playboy yuta :) will explain more on that later) psst! requests are open!!
âYouâve got to be kidding me.â Jaehyunâs face dropped as he read the email he had just been sent. Cursing under his breath, the man pushed away from his desk and poked his head out the door.Â
âHayoung,â he said. The woman at the desk looked up at him and from the look on her face, she knew what he was going to ask.
âSir, Iâm so sorryâŠâ and she truly did sound sincere. âGongmyung had no other times available to meet. Heâs leaving for London tomorrow morning.âÂ
Jaehyun pursed his lips as he nodded. He felt awful that he couldn't take Subin out tonight, but he had one idea that could make his daughter feel better.Â
The man checked the watch on his wrist, reading the time as 5:30pm. If he left now, Jaehyun could be at Subinâs school for 6:15pm to pick her up from daycare, talk to her, and bring her home for 6:45pm before he had leave the house by 7:30 to be back at the office for 8:00 pm to meet the clients for dinner.Â
 âAlright, I have to leave now, but Iâll be back in time for the meeting.â Hayoung looked as if she was going to object, but instead she just nodded her head. Jaehyun grabbed his jacket from his office before pulling his phone out from his pocket. As he walked to the elevator, he scrolled through his contacts, searching for your name.Â
As Jaehyun stood, waiting for the elevator, his heart raced with both the urgency of the situation and the lingering nervousness he got when you spoke. His thumb hovered over the call button when he hesitated. He took a deep breath and leaned against the glass railing behind him, feeling a pang of worry gnaw at him. Would he be imposing on you once again?
The elevators hummed softly as they stopped at different floors of the building while Jaehyun debated with himself, the prospect of the impending meeting weighing heavily on his shoulders. He decided to call you, but not just for Subinâs sake, for his too.
âHello?â Your voice on the other end had a certain warmth, and it sent a shiver down Jaehyunâs spine.
âHey,â Jaehyun let out a sigh at the sound of your soft voice. His voice tinged with the tension that had been building in the pit of his stomach ever since he received that email.
âWhatâs wrong? You sound stressed.â You grew concerned when you realised how his voice was quieter than usual.
âItâs just work stuffâŠâ Jaehyunâs shoulders slumped. âI really hate to ask you this,â And he really did. âI was wondering if you could watch Subin tonight? I know itâs Halloween, and itâs super last minute, but I was just scheduled for a meeting, and youâre the only one sheâd want to go with.â the disparity in his voice ran deep, but you didnât have any plans anyways, so why not?
âOf course, Jae.â You said, and the man sighed with relief. âWhat did she dress up as for school?â The calmness in your voice soothed Jaehyunâs nerves. The elevator sounded as it arrived. After the doors opened, Jaehyun entered and leaned against the wall as he felt a strange mix of emotions.Â
âShe decided she was going to be Elsa and when we went trick or treating, she wanted me to be Anna.â There was a moment of silence, but Jaehyun already knew what was about to happen. As the man closed his eyes momentarily, you burst out laughing on the other line.
âYou were really going to dress up as Anna for her?â you asked, your voice was laced with amusement that made Jaehyun chuckle.Â
âIt was either that or Quasimodo from the Hunchback of Notre Dame.â A hand ran over Jaehyunâs face in embarrassment, remembering the conversation he had with his seven year old daughter last month when they were discussing costume ideas.Â
âWhat, did she want to be Esmerelda?â you asked with a scoff.
âNo, she wanted to be Laverne.â Jaehyun groaned, wondering from whom his daughter gets her ideas from.
âThe gargoyle?â you cried. You held the phone away from your ear as you laughed loudly, clutching your stomach.Â
âYeah,â the man replied, looking at his shoes with a smile, the sound of your laughter resonating with him. âHow much do you want me to pay you?â he asked as he walked out the elevator and to the entryway of the building. He waved to the secretaries and to those who greeted him with a smile.
You tried to reason with him, arguing that you didnât need the extra compensation, but Jaehyunâs insistence on repaying your kindness only heightened the nagging tensions between the two of you.
âJae, you really donât have to, you know Iâd do anything for you guys.â Your voice was gentle, âYou know I feel bad asking you to watch her without paying you.â Jaehyunâs voice dropped lower, carrying an undertone of a deeper emotion with it.Â
As he exited the building, silently thanking the valet driver for his keys.
âBut Iâm telling you that you donât have to.â
Your attempt to reason with him was met with Jaehyunâs unwavering determination. âWeâll talk about it later.â
With no room for further discussion, you conceded, âIâll see you at seven, then.â
âIâll see you then.â Jaehyun confirmed, the tension settled down thickly in the air.
âBye, Jae.â You said softly.Â
âBye, y/n.â Jaehyun replied, the sudden strain in his voice giving way to a sense of longing as he entered his car.
Sitting in the driverâs seat, Jaehyun gripped the steering wheel and looked down, feeling a slight strain in his pants. âJesus fucking ChristâŠâ the man muttered. âWhat am I, twelve?â his head fell back against the headrest in frustration.Â
Jaehyun rolled down the window before he began to drive, in hopes that the cold breeze would clear his mind of the thought of you, and focus on what was more important: trying to find a way to tell Subin that he canât take her trick or treating.Â
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By the time Jaehyun had parked in the school parking lot, he had nothing. He still didnât know how to tell his daughter the news. Taking a deep breath, Jaehyun pushed open the car door and got out of the vehicle before locking it and heading to the waiting area.Â
Minutes later, the bell rang and children of all ages flooded out the doors. Jaehyun stood amidst the sea of children pouring out of the school, his eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar little girl in an Elsa costume. He spotted her soon enough, her blonde wig glistening in the autumn sun, and a smile spread across his face. Subin was chatting excitedly with her friends, and he knew he had to break the news gently.Â
He approached her, kneeling down to her eye level. âHey, princess,â he greeted her with a warm smile.Â
Subinâs face lit up at the sight of her father. âDaddy!â she squeaked and launched herself into his arms. Jaehyun laughed as he almost stumbled onto the floor, but his arms wrapped around his daughter tightly.Â
âCome on, letâs get you to the car.â Jaehyun stood up carefully with his daughter still in his arms. As he walked, Jaehyun sucked in a deep breath before he told his daughter the bad news. âSubin, about tonightâŠâ
The girl looked up at him with curious eyes. âWhat is it, Daddy?â
Jaehyun cleared his throat, trying to find the right words. âWell, I know how much you were looking forward to trick or treating tonight, and I was really excited too, but something came up at word.â He paused, gauging her reaction.
Subinâs smile faded, and her brows furrowed. âDo you have a meeting tonight, Daddy?â
Jaehyunâs heart felt like it was breaking off piece by piece. âIâm so sorry sweetheart, I tried to reschedule it for later, I really did, but it didnât work out.â Jaehyun frowned, but his daughter smiled.Â
âItâs okay, Daddy. Do you think youâll be back to watch HalloweenTown with me?â
âIâll do my best, okay? I promise Iâll make it up to you sweetheart.â Jaehyun promises. âUntil I come back home, I asked the lady from the floor below us to watch you, you remember her, right?â
âThe pretty lady you invite over every weekend? I remember her.â Subin nodded, unaware of how red her fathers ears had turned.
âShe doesnât come over every weekend.â Jaehyun mumbled, looking away from his daughter as they arrived in front of the car.Â
âShe does⊠Dohwa even asked me if she was my mom.â
âOhâŠâ he replied simply. Jaehyun stayed silent as he sat his daughter in the booster seat behind the passengerâs side, the thought almost consuming him.Â
Dohwa asked if she was her momâŠ
After he clicked her seatbelt in, Jaehyun shut the door and headed for the driverâs seat, still entirely thinking of you⊠as a motherâŠ
The man paused right as he was about to open the door when he felt the same stiffness from earlier, and he had to stop himself from screaming curses at the sky. Jaehyun closed his eyes and swallowed harshly before he opened his eyes and entered the car like nothing had happened to him.
âDaddy, can we listenâŠâ
âOf course,â Jaehyun gave his daughter a smile through the rearview mirror. He knew exactly what the kid was asking for, and with a few presses of some buttons, the intro of the infamous âLet it Goâ from the Frozen soundtrack was blasting from the speakers, and Subin was belting out the words.
The rest of the ride was filled with more Frozen, which consisted of duets, the respective soloâs of both Jaehyun and Subin, and the booing of Hans whenever he sang in Love is an Open Door.Â
Jaehyun had arrived at the condo building at 6:45pm, âRight on schedule,â he said to himself as he walked to the other side of the car to help his daughter out of the car. âCome on, sweetie,â he said, lifting her into his arms. With how adorable she was in her Elsa costume, he was determined to make it up to her for the missed trick or treating.
After a quick elevator ride, they reached his penthouse. The elegant, modern space was impeccably decorated, a reflection of Jaehyunâs refined taste.Â
âWhat dâya want to eat before the pretty lady gets here, Miss Elsa?â Jaehyun asks Subin, who was already halfway to the kitchen. He followed behind her and held the door open for her as she entered. âGoldfishâŠâ she said hungrily, causing a laugh to escape from Jaehyunâs lips.
âGoldfish it is, then.â The man took a bowl from one of the cabinetâs before he scanned his pantry for the snack that was requested. While Jaehyun looked, he heard Subin squeal with excitement. A mix of confusion and concern churned through Jaehyun, so he tried to be quick with his search and found them on the top shelf.Â
âSubin, I found themâŠâ Jaehyun stopped in his tracks when his eyes found yours.
âHey Jae,â you smiled, your insides twisting at his current state. Heâd come from the office, you knew that already, but seeing him in that suit definitely messed with you a bit.
âHey,â Jaehyun couldnât help the way his heart raced at the mere sight of you. You were holding a neatly folded Anna costume in your arms, and the smile you gave him made his heart skip a beat. âYouâre early.â he said. Although he looked quite distracted, Jaehyun still managed to pour Subin her goldfish and hand the bowl to her.
âYeah, I just thought Iâd come by a little early to see if Subin needed help with her costume.â Your innocence warmed Jaehyun and forced a smile onto his lips.
âThatâs really thoughtful, thank you.â
âDonât even mention it.â you said.
âPretty lady, are you going to put your costume on now?â Subin interjected while she munched on the small crackers.Â
Jaehyun shuddered lightly, realising his daughter had just watched that whole interaction, even though she probably didnât register what was going on.Â
At least thatâs what you both hoped.
âOh! Yes, yes, I will go do that. So, give me a few minutes, yeah?â you winked at her which earned you a big grin from the little girl.
âYou can change in the guest bathroom.â Jaehyun blurts. âIâll show you where it is.â
âYeah, yeah, sounds good.â
Jaehyun walked out first, but it didnât take long for you to catch up to him. You walked silently up the stairs and down the hall until you reached the room.Â
âLet me know if you need anything,â he said.
You thank him before you enter the bathroom, one youâve definitely seen before. You set the costume down on the counter and begin to undress. Everything was going well until it came down to actually doing up the back of the dress.
âJaehyun?â you raised your voice ever so slightly, just to check if he was still there, and in a heartbeat there was a soft knock on the door.Â
âYou called?â His voice was a bit muffled from being on the other side of the door, but you opened the door, finding him leaning against the door frame.Â
âCould you help me with this?â you asked with a hand across your chest to keep your dress from falling.Â
Jaehyun looked away from your eyes, suddenly feeling very warm in the face and ears. âYeah, could I come in?â
You moved so he had room to enter, and you shut the door almost immediately after and locked the door. Your back was facing Jaehyun, but you were watching him through the mirror. You felt bold until his dark eyes met yours in the reflection, and since then, his gaze didnât leave yours.His heart raced as he looked into your eyes, and his fingers trembled slightly as he began to tie the strings at the back of your dress.Â
The tension in the air only grew stronger as his fingers brushed lightly against your skin, and your breath hitched. You couldnât help but steal a glance over your shoulder, meeting Jaehyunâs gaze once again.
âDoneâŠâ he gulped, holding your stare. It was a moment where words were no longer necessary, and the attraction between you two was undeniable.
Jaehyun leaned in closer, his lips brushed against the nape of your neck. Your heart raced, and you tilted your head slightly, granting him access to your skin. His kisses were gentle, sending shivers down your spine, and his arms which had wrapped around your waist, had become your new form of support.Â
As he continued to trail soft, lingering kisses along your neck, Jaehyun whispered, âYouâre making it hard for me to focus on anything other than you.â
You turn around to face him, your lips dangerously close to his. âMaybe thatâs the point,â you replied with a mischievous glint in your eyes.Â
With a surge of longing, Jaehyun closed the small distance between your lips and his. The kiss was passionate and electric, and yet still so familiar from the previous ones youâve shared from almost every weekend for the past three months.
One of Jaehyunâs hands cupped your cheek as the other snaked down to your waist, pulling you in closer. He felt the heat of your body merge with his, and his heart raced as he deepened the kiss. Your hands were tangled in his hair, and the taste of his lips sent a wave of euphoria through your body.Â
Jaehyun pulled away, but only slightly. His forehead was still pressed against yours, and he whispered, "I could kiss you like this forever."
Your lips curled into a small smile and you replied, "I wouldn't mind it."
With that, Jaehyun kissed you again, and this time it was more desperate, more passionate. He moved his lips hungrily against yours, exploring and tasting your mouth. You let out a soft moan as his hands moved to your lower back, and your kiss became more passionate.
His hands moved to the small of your back, and he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. You felt the warmth of his body against yours, and you melted into his embrace.Â
He carried you to the counter, and sat you down on the cold marble, and your arms tightly wrapped around him. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest, and the intensity of the kiss was enough to make your head spin. You felt like you were in some kind of trance, and you welcomed it with all your heart.
With his hips in between your legs, you reached out your hand to palm his growing erection through his pants. Jaehyun pulled away from the kiss, letting his head fall back in pleasure.
âGod, baby, I got hard twice today because of you.â You hummed in response, slowly undoing Jaehyunâs belt and freeing his cock from his boxers. Bringing your hand to your mouth, you spit into it before lubing up his dick with it.
You started to move your hand up and down, slowly stroking his shaft and Jaehyun let out a low moan. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily, his hips starting to move in time with your hand.Â
Your hand closed over the tip, stroking it in circular motions before you moved your hand to jerk off the rest of his length. You increased the speed of your hand, Jaehyun's breathing getting heavier with each stroke. You could feel how hard he had gotten, and you smiled as you continued to pleasure him. Feeling your spit start to dry up, you started to use more of your hand, your fingers tracing circles around the head of his cock. Jaehyun's hands were gripping the material of your costume tightly, and you could feel his hips twitching with each of your strokes.Â
You moved your hand faster, your thumb now rubbing circles around Jaehyun's most sensitive spot, and he let out a loud moan as he was about to cum, but before he could, a timer went off.
âFucking christ,â You both sighed out of disappointment, and Jaehyun rested his forehead against yours.
"I have to go," he said, regretfully. He quickly fixed himself up and helped you off the counter.
âWhat if youâre still hard during your meeting, though?â You joke while your fingers toyed with his belt loops.Â
He chuckled, and kissed you one last time before reluctantly pulling away.
âIâll figure something out." You pouted, and he leaned in to give you one last peck on the lips before he grabbed his phone and unlocked the door. "I'll see you soon. I promise." He said before slipping out of the door.Â
You sighed and smiled to yourself, savouring the moment. You felt more alive than ever.
Sliding off the counter, you turned and inspected your face to make sure you didnât go back to Subin looking like a hot mess.Â
âPretty lady!â Subin yelled as you walked down the stairs. The young girl squealed as she ran to wait for you at the edge of the steps. She gushed at you once you had fully arrived in front of you. âYou look so pretty!â
âThank you sweetheart.â you said as you ruffled her hair. âReady to go?â you asked her with a grin. Subin nodded frantically and grabbed your hand before she darted towards the elevator, her candy bag in the other hand waiting to be filled to the brim with treats.
âTrick or treating!â she cheered and jumped with excitement, and your heart warmed at the sight.
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âThank you so much for your time Gongmyung.â Jaehyun smiled as he shook the older man's hand.Â
âOf course! The pitch was great, so our lawyers will be in contact with yours very shortly.âÂ
Jaehyun saw the man out of the smile and one final bow before he looked down at his watch. It was 9:30pm.
âThey should be home by now.â Jaehyun thought as he got in his car and began to drive home.Â
It only took him about twenty minutes to get home from the restaurant, and by the time he reached the penthouse, he found you sitting on the couch with his daughter sleeping peacefully next to you, her head resting on your thigh.Â
âHey,â you smiled up at him. Jaehyun mirrored your expression as he sat down next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.Â
âWhen did she pass out?â Jaehyunâs fingers drew circles against your arm as you leaned into him.Â
âAbout an hour ago? She already brushed her teeth, we were just watching The Nightmare Before Christmas.â Jaehyun looked at you, his brows scrunched closer together.
âIs that not a Christmas movie?âÂ
âTsk⊠no one knows what it is or isnât.â you said, jutting out your bottom lip before Jaehyun pecked your cheek. âI think Iâm gonna put Subin to bed⊠show me to her room?â You slowly moved in a way that wouldnât disturb the little girl too badly, and you brought her to your chest and rested her head on your shoulder. Both you and Jaehyun stood and you cautiously walked up the stairs and down the hall.Â
Jaehyun opened the door, revealing a baby pink room with toys and stuffed animals astray.Â
âThis room is soâŠâ
âScary?â
âHer,â you shot Jaehyun a dirty look which made him laugh. âNot too loud, idiot.â you scolded him when you felt Subin stir at the loud noise. Cradling her head, you ordered Jaehyun to pull her bed covers back. Gently, you set the girl down before tucking her in. You stepped back to watch Jaehyun crouch beside her head and plant a light kiss on forehead. He sat there for a few seconds, rubbing her cheek with his thumb. With one last peck goodnight, he got up and smiled softly at you before he took your hand in his and led you out of the room.
With the lights off in Subinâs room and her door shut, the two of you stood in the hallway, staring into each otherâs eyes.Â
âThank you, again, for watching her.â Jaehyun stepped closer to you. You noticed how his tone dropped, how his hands squeezed yours gently, and how his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips.Â
âLike Iâve said, you donât have to thank me⊠but you can show me your appreciation in a different way.â you teased and hooked your fingers around his belt loop like you did earlier.
Jaehyun smirked devilishly, leaning in to kiss your neck. His hands moved around your waist, dipping lower until he cupped your ass.Â
As he trailed kisses along your neck, he paused to nibble and suck on your sensitive skin. His hands moved up your back, tugging your hips even closer to his. You felt your own arousal growing as his lips moved from your neck to your lips, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth. You moaned against his lips as your hands found their way into his hair, fingers curling around the strands of his hair.Â
âWe shouldnât do this out hereâŠâ you said breathlessly, and Jaehyun groaned in agreement.
He pulled away and took your hand, leading you to the guest room. Your pulse was racing as he pushed open the door, and you both stepped inside. He pulled you close and kissed you deeply, while your hands moved to the back of his neck, tugging him in closer as your lips moved together in an urgent, passionate kiss. His hands travelled their way down your body, exploring your curves as you explored his. He trailed kisses down your neck, making you gasp as his teeth lightly grazed your skin. You groaned in pleasure as you felt his erection growing against your belly.
He grabbed your hair and pulled it back, his face hovering close to yours. "Tell me what you want," he growled.
You bit your lip and smiled, your desire rising with each passing second. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "I need you to fuck me."
He groaned and pulled you closer, his hands roaming your body. His lips brushed against your ear as he responded in a chuckle, âWaited all day for you to say that to me.â
In an instant, Jaehyun brought you towards the bed, a fire raging in his eyes. You were both eager to get undressed, and you started with his shirt. You reached to undo the buttons of his suit and slowly started undoing them, never breaking away from his embrace. Jaehyunâs breaths were heavy and rushed as you finally released his shirt and pulled it off his body.Â
His hands moved to your shirt and he proceeded to do the same with you, slowly pulling your shirt off and tossing it aside. He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, his lips finding yours again. His hands were frantic as they roamed your body, the intensity of his kiss growing with each passing moment.
He leaned back and pulled you with him, the two of you standing there in nothing but your underwear. His eyes were ablaze with desire and he stepped forward, pushing you back onto the bed. He leaned over you and slowly trailed his lips down your body, his hands massaging your curves as he made his way down.
He pulled back and looked into your eyes, his own filled with a primal hunger. With one hand, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, his lips finding yours again as the other hand found itself making its way down your navel, all the way to your pussy. His thumb took to your clit, drawing small circles on it.
The friction felt electric, you couldnât help but shiver at his cold hands touching such sensitive parts. A soft moan escaped your lips as your hips involuntarily arched towards his touch. His thumb moved faster, increasing the intensity of the pleasure. You felt pleasure radiating through your body, slowly building to an unstoppable force. Your breathing became shallow, your heart raced, and all you could do was surrender to the sensations. His thumb began to move with more intensity, each circle growing wider and wider. His touch was gentle yet demanding, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins. The hand that had your wrists in a tight grip suddenly let go, but it moved to your hip and he grabbed firmly, steadying you as his thumb continued to bring you closer to the edge.Â
You could feel his breath against your neck, his fingers digging into your hips as he moved them. Suddenly, he slapped you hard on your pussy and you gasped in surprise. The repeated action brought you close to tears. As your jaw hung open from a mix of surprise and pleasure, Jaehyun saw this as the perfect opportunity to do the thing you love. Hovering just slightly over your mouth, he let his saliva drop into your mouth, and he watched with a smirk as your jaw shut immediately, swallowing what he gave you.Â
His tongue soon found its way into your mouth, and you tasted the bitterness of his spit as it mingled with yours. His hands moved with purpose, sending waves of pleasure cascading through your body.Â
You could feel the anticipation building in your body, and you could barely contain the moans that escaped your lips. You were so close to the pinnacle of pleasure, and his touch was the only thing that could get you there.
âFuck, Jae⊠oh fuck.â you said as a signal to him that you were cumming. If that didnât tell him, then the way your body shook definitely did.Â
Not long after you came, Jaehyun sat himself in between your legs. Both of his hands moved to your thighs, pushing them apart as he knelt in front of you. He looked up at you with pure adoration and started to kiss and lick your inner thighs.Â
Jaehyun kept one arm around your hips while the other explored your pussy, fingering you slowly. You gasped and hissed in pleasure as he teased your sensitive areas. He moved his mouth to your pussy and started to lick and suck in a tantalising rhythm. His tongue moved in slow circles, alternating between soft and hard strokes.Â
The arm he kept around your wait found itself lazily dragging from your waist, up to your breasts. His nimble fingers squeezed and teased your nipples, not helping the fact that you were trying to keep your voice downâ even though you were several rooms down from his daughter.
The back of your hand moved to cover your mouth as you moaned, while the other grabbed his head, pushing him deeper into you. He bit down on your labia and licked the sensitive skin around your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Jaehyun moved his fingers inside you, pushing them in and out in a steady rhythm, his thumb finding the spot that sent sensations of pleasure through your body.Â
He then began to massage your clit with his tongue, circling it slowly and then faster and faster until you felt your toes curl in anticipation. His hands moved down to your hips, holding you tightly as he increased the pressure and speed of his tongue.Â
You felt your muscles tensing and your breathing becoming more rapid as you got closer to the edge. His fingers moved faster and faster, stimulating you in all the right places. You moaned and gasped as your orgasm finally overcame you, your body shaking in pleasure.
âCame so quick.â Jaehyun stated, slowly moving his mouth back up to yours and kissed you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands moved to your waist.Â
He grabbed your hips and spread your legs wider, pushing his hard cock inside of you. He moved slowly at first, letting out a guttural moan as he entered you.Â
He moved his hips in a circular motion, pushing himself deeper into you as he felt your tight walls stretching around his thickness. He felt as if he was being consumed by a blanket of pleasure, and he loved the feeling of being completely surrounded by you. With each movement, you could feel him stretching you out further, and the sensation made his body tremble with delight.Â
âFuck, baby, youâre doing so fucking well.â His breathing quickened as he felt the sensation of being fully engulfed inside of you, and the sensation of pleasure coursing through his body. He felt as if he were melting into you, becoming one with you as he moved faster and faster.Â
He added a new layer of pleasure to his movements, as he sucked and licked on your nipples while he continued to thrust. His tongue felt like velvet on your skin, teasing and tantalising you with every movement. His hands moved to your back, caressing it with every thrust.Â
You grasped his shoulders tightly as the sensations built up inside, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Finally, you threw your head back and let out a loud moan as you reached your climax, your pleasure washing over you. Jaehyunâs breathing became heavier, and you could feel his muscles tense up, his whole body shaking with pleasure.
âFuck babyâŠâ Jaehyun groaned, looking down at your pussy. âYouâre so fucking full.â he bit his lip to stop himself from showing his smile, but it was uselessâ Jaehyun was grinning from ear to ear with pride. He watched as his cum dripped out of you, but with two fingers, he took whatever had leaked and shoved it back into you.
âHey,â you said, grabbing his attention with his fingers still inside of you. âYou gonna fuck me full of your cum, or what?â
Jaehyun almost lost it. Asking that of him was not the smartest idea, considering the fact that heâd do anything you told him to.
âIs this you asking to have my second kid? Weâre not even together.â He joked as he sat himself with his back against his headboard.Â
You knew what that meant.
Getting on your knees, you crawled on top of him and positioned yourself above his still very hard cock.
âI could do bothâŠâ you say without another thought.
âOh baby,â he said, voice more seductive than youâve heard before. âIâll fuck you so hard, youâll get pregnant right away.â And with that, he thrust upwards, shoving his thick cock into you.
You exclaimed in surprise, eyes going wide, but your hands flew to his shoulder, stabilising yourself as he moved inside of you. He moved long and slow, his hips rolling against yours, and you felt your pleasure building with each thrust. He reached down and grabbed your ass, squeezing the soft flesh as began to pick up his pace. His breathing became ragged as he went deeper and deeper into you.Â
His hands moved higher, gently caressing your breasts, his lips lightly sucking and licking them. His fingers moved lower, rubbing and teasing your clit, and his tongue licked and sucked your nipples.
âFuck, just look at you, your fucking tits bouncingâŠâ he mumbled, his mouth watering at the sight. âGonna get you pregnant with my baby, and your tits are gonna be so fucking big.â Jaehyun moaned at the thought. You felt his tongue flick against your nipples, and you gasped in pleasure as he teased them with his mouth.
As he sucked on your nipples, Jaehyun started to pick up the pace, pushing himself in and out of you. His hips moved in a perfect rhythm, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through your body. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your breath coming in ragged gasps.Â
You could feel the heat building inside you as he continued to move. His hand moved down, rubbing against your clit as he moved, sending pleasure coursing through your veins. His thrusts were getting harder, and faster, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Just then, he pulled out of you and flipped you over onto your back. He stared into your eyes, holding your gaze as he penetrated you again. âFuck Jaehyun, I need your cum.â You whined. His thrusts were more forceful now, and you could feel yourself moaning louder and louder as he continued to move inside of you.
He then started to move one of his hands up and down your body, playing with your nipples and lightly caressing your breasts. His tongue lapped at them, and you felt your body tense up as he sucked on them. He moved the other hand down to your clit again, rubbing it in circles as he moved inside of you.Â
âNeed to get you so fucking full.â Jaehyun spoke aimlessly as he fucked your cunt, his thrusts growing harsher by the second. You hummed at his words, equally as brainless as he was from the stimulation.Â
You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and Jaehyun increased his thrusts, pushing himself deeper inside of you. He grabbed your hips and held you tight, pushing himself deep inside of you. You screamed out in pleasure, your orgasm ripping through your body, and he followed shortly behind, his body shaking in pleasure.
His moans grew louder and his thrusts became more intense, the pleasure becoming too much for him to handle. He felt his orgasm build up inside of him, and as he reached the peak, he let out a cry of pure ecstasy. Jaehyun slowly pulled out of you before he laid beside you.
Turning to face him, you both lay there for a few moments, your breathing ragged and your hearts pounded in your chests.
âI meant what I saidâŠâ Jaehyun said, his thoughts now cleared from his prior state of mind. âAbout being together. The baby too, but that can come later.â
âI like that idea,â you hummed and pressed your lips to his.
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read cw! summary: how the straw hat pirates treat you, a free use member of the crew pairing: straw hat crew x afab!reader, appropriate characters only ofc! cw: mdni, free use, multiple partners, vaginal sex, oral (m! and f! recieving), creampies, fingering, handjobs, groping, sex machines, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, bondage an: this shit rated... porn. yes im sorry this is posted so late pls forgive me guys i love y'all wc: 2.8k+ for kinktober '23!
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đ, as hyper and excitable as he is, doesn't fuck you as often as you thought he would. no, the captain can't say that he's particularly interested in sex.
however, what he loves to do, nearly everyday, is grope you. his hands always scramble to squeeze at your tits or ass, your tummy or thighs, and he'll do it at almost any time of day. when it came to this whole arrangement between you and the crew, he appeared to be the most shameless.
his rubber limbs seemed to sneak up on you at the most random times of day, his head poking out from around a corner and giving you a cheeky smile.
when he does use you for more than a grope or touch, it's always fun- a mutual experience that, more often than not, leaves you both laughing.
is willing to share! if he sees you busy with someone else, he'll interrupt without thought, be it with a smack to your ass or squeeze of your breasts
sometimes he'll let you wear the hat, usually if he's in a particularly good mood
sweet, fun and spontaneous. doesn't really mark you up, intentionally anyway, nor is he ever too rough. he'll make jokes, stretch in odd ways and makes sure you always have a smile on your face
an unintentional exhibitionist. he'll grope and fuck you anywhere, thinking it's funny watching people catch you. he's been yelled at by nami for it, though
finishes everywhere and anywhere, usually getting too caught up in the moment to really care. he's messy, not thinking twice about cumming on your face, in your mouth or on your breasts
likes overstimulating you, pushing you to your limits for the sake of fun
foreplay is not the best. sometimes he just gets too excited and uses his saliva to prep you. aftercare is a lot better! he'll get cuddly and bring snacks, becoming quite clingy with you
at first, đđđđ doesn't really take advantage of the free use arrangement. he's rather indifferent about it, perhaps not seeing the appeal.
that all changes after a battle that was much too close, his adrenaline running high. he throws you over his shoulder, harshly tossing you onto the bed and working to get his clothes off while growling at you to get on all fours.
he briefly remembers overhearing you talk to the girls about your times with sanji, and he makes it a mission to outdo the cook in any way he can.
you never know when he'll strike, but when you're standing on the deck and suddenly feel goosebumps rising on your skin, you know just to bend over
acknowledges that you're up for free use, but he's selfish. if he gets the urge and you happen to be with someone else, he'll most likely huff out an 'oi, move over' and get to it. usually though, he prefers to have you to himself, with your attention only on him
after a session with zoro, you'll likely be leaving with bites and bruises. he knows sanji's 'schedule' with you and intentionally fucks you beforehand, wanting to piss off the cook by leaving marks on you
had to be educated on foreplay! the others got mad at him when he put you out of commission for a few days, since he didn't prep you enough. could also use some work with aftercare, since he usually falls asleep
more than okay with taking advantage of the agreement in the sense that he allows himself to be a little bossy, as if it were a transaction (which it kind of is...)
lots of orders and quick commands. a deal is a deal, and he doesn't really build some sort of special attachment with you (like a certain cook will)
finishes in you or on your ass without fail. is pretty smug about it, mostly because he knows that the cook is going to be licking it up from you later
difficult to predict when he'll need you. could be a few times a day or twice a week or once a month. more likely to engage if he's drunk, just had a battle or if he knows sanji is near
đđđđ has a pretty regular schedule when it comes to using you. with what she has to deal with on the ship, she wants nothing more than to plop onto bed, spread her legs and have you eat her out.
she doesn't hesitate to give you orders, somehow doing it in a way that's so sweet that you forget she's simply using you to get off. like luffy, shes also pretty big on groping, or at least, more than you'd expect.
a lot of 'innocent' touches. soft and curious pokes to your ass as you walk by. maybe a squeeze of your tits while the two of you hugged.
she's a touchy woman, up for cuddling and keeping you in the girl's cabin. nami knows the effect she has on you, using it to her advantage. when her cunning hands, she'll feel you up and give you compliments in that sultry tone of hers- the one she uses to get what she wants.
not a fan of sharing, especially with the guys. she is, however, more than willing to share with robin. with the three of you in the girl's quarters, things get pretty intense
very much a tease! she gets you worked up with the lightest of touches until you're begging her for more. nami makes you work for it
the navigator doesn't mind getting messy. she'll finger you, coax you into sucking them dry, then do it all over again. she likes spreading your wetness around, making a point to tease you about how excited you are
'better than all those dirty boys, right?'
head pusher and hair puller. when you're giving her oral, she isn't shy about letting you know what she wants
she likes being treated like a queen, obviously. nami feels high and mighty when you eat her out two or three times in a row, but when she sees how desperate you are for release, she starts coddling you and is quick to return the favor
is the first one to make you squirt, putting the guys to shame
nami is a busy woman. she mostly has you eat her out when she's stressed during the day, cuddles for a bit, then gets back to it. better with foreplay than she is with aftercare, but its fantastic all around
always seeming to hesitate would be đđđđđ, who thinks that for some reason, you'll say no to his advances. even after weeks of the arrangement being in place, he'll always ask if what he does is okay.
heâs so so sweet! he touches you like itâs the first time, every time. the sniper is prone to getting heavy bouts of confidence though! with shaky breaths, heâd ask you if he made you feel better than your captain. hell, he loves it when you call him captain.
when he does find it in him to be brave, he always manages to surprise you. he creates all sorts of contraptions, with sex being lighthearted and fun as you go through his projects together.
loves to restrain you, to feel like he has control of you. you help him grow more comfortable and confident, which he appreciates. plus, he gets to let out that pervy side of him that he usually tucks away.
reluctant to share, mostly because he doesn't want to be outdone. however, he and luffy sometimes team up to give you quite the fun experience. lots of jokes and just a hint of playful competitiveness, all of which leave you nothing short of satiated
uses you on a weekly basis, but cozies up to you nearly everyday. he makes jokes about what he has in store for you, making promises of pleasure that leave your stomach in knots
an unintentional marker. might spank you too hard or leave a bruise, which makes him wheeze in embarrassment before he feels a swell of pride. a sort of 'i did that?!' to 'oh⊠i did that'
ties you up in all sorts of ways
he really does get off on your whines and moans. likes when you're loud
loves when you give him head. the control he has, combined with your sole focus on him, drives him crazy
the sound of you gagging on his cock turns him on more than he'd ever admit. he'll get a confidence burst and start to be more rough
loves finishing down your throat. he feels so confident and cocky, but as soon as he cums he's nervously asking if you're okay
good with foreplay and even better with aftercare⊠worries about your well-being and shows his gratitude toward you and your willingness to participate. tells you stories after you're all done, lulling you to sleep
when the arrangement was finalized, đđđđđ was one of the first to take advantage of it. nearly every day he indulges in the sweetness you offer. eating you out is a must! even though sanji is aware that this is just an agreement of sorts, it doesn't stop him from growing a little more attached to you.
sex with him is all encompassing and intense in the softest way possible. he does a good job of making you feel prioritized and wanted, beyond the scope of the free use deal. he's more attentive to your desires and how you want to get fucked on any given day.
truthfully, he's just happy to be able to serve you. funny enough, he tries to be respectful when it comes to groping you around the ship or in public. while luffy might be shameless in how he touches you, sanji does not want to make you uncomfortable or taint the 'lady-like' image he has of you.
he sees you as a meal which must be savored, after all.
sanji prefers more intimate sex, even if it's just an agreement. for this reason, he's not huge on sharing.
sometimes though, while he's getting hot and heavy with you, zoro will just barge in and remind the cook that you're free use, before just⊠joining
gets pissed off when he spreads your legs and sees zoro's cum leaking out of you. it doesn't stop him from lapping up each drop though, since nothing could keep him from that pussy of yours
sanji uses you on the daily. the cook's appetite is insatiable, but he always makes sure to prioritize your comfort and pleasure
such a sweet talker, swirling his tongue over your clit and insisting that you're the most precious person on the ship
likes leaving subtle marks on your body, on more intimate areas that you'll forget about until you're alone.
the spot below your ear, the insides of your thighs, the delicate skin of your wrist⊠he thinks that smaller bites and marks have their own charm. big ol' bruises on your collarbone or neck just seem so brutish!
finishes wherever you want him to. there are moments where he'll beg to cum inside your cunt, though. you gladly let him do so.
aftercare king. any food you want is yours. he'll draw a bath for you and eat you out one last time for good measure. gets irritated when he sees the others being too rough with you
miss đđđđđ is a force to be reckoned with. it takes her a few days before she has her first session with you, not because she was hesitant, but because she was waiting. watching.
she can play the long game, reading your cues and how you behave after having sex with other members of the crew. once she's sure she can break you down, she takes you. sex with robin is always a dizzying experience, almost unreal. between the many hands caressing you all over, and that cat-like gaze of hers, it's hard not to lose yourself.
very much a dominant lover, though whether she's soft or mean depends on her mood. regardless, she takes pleasure in watching you writhe and come undone.
it's a power play, a control she isn't fond of relinquishing.
only shares you with nami, franky and occasionally jinbei (if he's up for it), mostly because they can read the mood and follow her lead
weekly user, perhaps thrice a week if she's feeling up for it. most of the time, she's content to get you worked up for her and her only.
you can try to run off to someone else, but she knows she brings a certain element to the bedroom that no one can match
robin is slow and steady, curling her fingers just right and pulling away when you're about to burst. she's the second member to get you to squirt
she's nice to you in the meanest way possible. a lot of 'my, you're quite excited today' and 'such a sweet little thing'
hands on you and your most sensitive areas at all times. rubbing your clit, twisting your nipples and stroking every inch of skin. it's a full body experience.
does not particularly care for marking you up, physically at least. she leaves her own prints on you, something more soul-binding that goes beyond bruises and bitemarks that are bound to fade
takes care of you well before and after sex. she doesn't really indulge in quickies, only having sex when she knows the two of you will have an extended period of time to really enjoy it
on a more serious note, robin is also the one to explain to chopper what is going on between you and the crew. it does seem odd to the little reindeer, but he makes sure to be ready with contraceptives or pelvic exams when you need them.
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đđđđđ always has something special whipped up for you. within the first few days of you agreeing to this free use agreement, he indulged in you.
his dirty mind runs free with you and he doesn't hesitate to try out some new toys. thrusting sex machines and vibrating saddles⊠he has so many prototypes that he loves watching you squirm on.
he's also been able to give himselfâŠupgrades that make things even more interesting. his favorite would be his detachable dick. he'll attach it to machines, watching and feeling as it effortlessly works into you.
he's not shy about such matters, not at all. sex with him is fun and he does a wonderful job of making you feel high-spirited and confident. your enthusiasm feeds into his pervy side.
down to share with anyone, honestly. this cyborg is up for most anything, given that you are, too
has you on the daily, but you never know when. sometimes it's in the morning, other times while you're getting ready for bed. if he's just restocked his cola though, you can expect a round or two
gives you his detachable dick and lets you use it as a dildo, so he can feel your cunt around him even when he's working in the shop
he eats you out and makes it messy. he spits and slurps as if your cunt was cola-flavored
likes getting head the same way. the sight of you with drool lining your lips and chin, mouth stuffed with his dick... he might let out an 'ow!' right then and there
doesn't mark you up intentionally. he just does his thing and makes sure you feel good. if he happens to leave some marks, he doesn't think too much of it
gets a little pissed off when zoro or luffy mark you up too much. he thinks they don't have to be that rough...
enjoys cumming on your chest and breasts. he's a simple man with simple pleasures
big on foreplay, but could work on his aftercare. he likes getting you worked up, likes to see you eager, but afterwards he's just so out of it. usually falls asleep and maybe hooks an arm around you
resident pervert đđđđđ does not hesitate. once the agreement was set into motion, your panties were quick to be snatched up.
the skeleton is a voyeur, preferring to watch as opposed to actively participating. even when you know he's spying on you, you pretend not to notice. whether it's you masturbating or having sex with another member of the crew, you can bet that he's peeping in.
brook is also very much into groping, never missing the opportunity to squeeze your plump flesh when you walk by.
truthfully, he just revels in being a pervert, especially when he knows there aren't any consequences.
up for sharing in the sense that he likes to watch. some members are more okay with it than others
he's scared the living daylights out of usopp, has been threatened by zoro and gotten encouragement from franky. he just laughs though, finding a thrill in getting caught
his eye (sockets?) are on you pretty frequently. at the end of everyday, he'll ask for your panties and pockets them with gusto
it's common for brook to ask for your panties after you're done having sex with someone else. he just thinks it's so naughty!
he'll walk by you and ask you to flash him, losing his mind every time you lift your shirt and show him your breasts
his groping is never hard enough to leave marks. he likes the squishy skin, since he's all bone, so he just has a hand on you and absentmindedly squeezes your breasts like you're a walking stress ball
like he always asks for your panties, he always asks for permission to touch and grope you
one of the most respectful would be đđđđđđ. it takes him a while to settle into the whole arrangement. a part of him did see it as taboo, especially considering that he's a fishman.
however, he realizes that what he asks of you doesn't have to be inherently sexual. that's why, jinbei enjoys having you do mundane tasks for him, all while completely nude. his eyes are never lewd or hungry, but thoughtful as he watches you fold his clothes or make his bunk.
ever the respectful man, he doesn't want to leer at you as if you were an object. things build slowly and intimately between the two of you.
it starts as you wandering around without clothes, then it's mutual masturbation, then eventually he's fucking you.
this fishman prefers to have you to himself. he wants sex to happen in a comfortable atmosphere. it's a calming, almost therapeutic environment that he prefers to navigate you through, without the presence of others
would not mind if robin joined in, seeing as she's mature and would enjoy the vibes
he prefers not to have sex when he knows he's in a bad mood. he doesn't want to let such trivial, emotional matters guide him, but sometimes it's not avoidable, soâŠ
marks come in the form of spanks, red patches on your ass that he's quick to soothe with a rough palm. it's a way for him to get his anger and frustration out, though the next day, once he's calmed down, he's quick to apologize
cumming inside you seems so taboo that he finds himself doing it more than he should. it's a guilty pleasure that he denies himself less and less as time goes on
sex is weekly, sometimes less. he has a fairly good handle on himself and makes it a point not to lose himself in pure lust.
he also very much takes into consideration that you're busy with others, so he doesn't want to overwhelm you
once this little arrangement is finalized, đđđ never worry about being alone or untended to. they know better than to leave their little free use doll unsatisfied.
when you're sick or unwell, it's everyone's problem. though you're the one being used, you're so protected and well cared for, like their secret treasure.
even if some don't explicitly express their gratitude, anyone can acknowledge that this agreement takes a toll on you in one way or another.
luffy lends you his hat, zoro shares his sake, nami loans you money, usopp makes you trinkets, sanji lets you get first pick on dessert, robin teaches you how to read poneglyphs, franky designs machines for you, brook plays you special tunes and jinbei lets you ride on all the whale sharks you want.
overall, it's a pretty sweet deal!
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Art seems like such a sub, like heâd be so down pathetic when he sits between your legs, back to your chest while you give him an hj. He whimpers while you whisper dirty things in his ear and shakes more with each pump OOH I NEED HOLY WATER đ
he gives switch vibes with a sub lean for suuuuuuure đźâđš
cw: 18+ mdni, handjob, sub!art, set more in the college era, readerâs a switch too btw but art makes them feral, very loving tho, taking care of him after a tough practice, afab reader
âThatâs it, just lie back on me. You must be feeling so sore.â You coo, caressing his biceps and getting into position on his bed.
You recline against the wall and open your legs. Art canât hide the way his eyes light up as he eases onto the bed and swiftly turns around, resting his back against your chest with a soft sigh. You pick up on the groan he attempts to stifle in his palm, knowing how his muscles be absolutely aching right now.
Itâs a big deal for you to show that you support him by showing up to his games and practices, so thatâs what you doing earlier. Youâve always admired his determination when it comes to tennis, so you donât mention that losing a college game isnât the end of the world. Still, you wonât deprive yourself of the eye candy that comes in the form of your boyfriend sweating and grunting as he practices his drills.
Once it was over, he bounded over to you with a tired grin and jokingly pushed your face away when you tried to kiss him. âAngel, iâm all gross now.â Heâd laugh, and youâd shut him up by licking some of the sweat of his cheek.
âDid I do good today?â He asks and looks up at you with his big eyes.
Youâll never not be grateful that he seeks out your approval like a dog with a bone, because youâve never been so proud of someone in your entire life.
âYou always do the best, babe.â
Art blushes and tilts his head back onto your shoulder. And for a cliché moment time stand still, the sunset outside casts an orange glow over the room and the two of you. Your boyfriend looks beautiful like this, eyes shut in exhaustion and nestled in your arms.
But you have other plans for the evening than just admiring your boyfriend, there will be plenty of that later during pillow talk.
Art cracks his eyes to see your hands trail down his arms to end up at his crotch. Heâs so relaxed that he doesnât squirm as much as he usually does, but he turns his head to nuzzle your shoulder.
You soothingly murmur to him, âMy boy worked so hard today, i think he deserves a reward, donât you?â
âI want whatever you have to give me.â He genuinely smiles into your skin, shifting his hips to push up against you palming his bulge.
And itâs true, heâd throw his head back like a whore and moan unabashedly no matter if you were edging him with a vibrator of if you were gently grinding your fat ass against his dripping cock.
You teasingly squeeze his clothed bulge and then dip your fingers under the waistband of his white boxer briefs. Thank god for the fact that Art likes to strip down as he soon as he gets back to his room after practice.
âLift your hips for me, baby boy.â You tell him with a nip to his earlobe.
He sighs again as he gives you the suitable free space to push his underwear down enough to free his cock. Itâs so long and pretty, such a good size too. Flushed blush pink at the tip and veiny, your mouth waters but giving your boyfriend head is a reward for a different day.
Art whines when you get your hands on his bare cock, âYou know âm sensitive, feels so good already.â
âBut your tears are so pretty when youâre overstimulated.â You peck his temple and lean your head on top of his, curling your hand around the base of his dick and steadily beginning to pump him. âYou should be happy to cum as much as you want, sweets.â
He whimpers and spreads his legs over yours. You hook your feet around his and keep them there.
Pearls of precum bead to the tip of his cock, making the slide easier. You grip him tighter and move your wrist in quick circles as you speed up your thrusting.
âOh- F-fuck!â He keens, latching onto your hips and arching his back against you.
âShh, if you canât handle this how are you supposed to handle my pussy? Itâs so much tighter than my hand, baby, youâve felt how warm and wet it is.â
He cums embarraingly quick when he gets like this, all doped up on how you make him melt. Itâs adorable and a huge ego boost, but he can only cum inside you so much before heâs out like a light.
Art gasps at the mention of his treat, and awkwardly twists his torso around to face you, âI can handle it, can i have it now? Please please please please.â
âI donât knowâŠâ You hum, pretending to consider his begging.
You clasp your fingers around his leaking dick and thumb the tip, spreading the precum. You fuck his length with your fist and youâre going so fast, youâre making a âthwop! thwop! thwop!â sound.
âI think I want you to cum just like this, love.â
Art keens as you furiously jack him off. You rile him up by whispering in his ear.
âGot me so hot watching you today. Seeing the sweat on your body when you pulled up your shirt to wipe your face, i wanted to ride you into the ground.â
Art gapes, trying to kick his legs out on reflex but your ankles over his keep him right where you want him. He screws his eyes shut tightly and moans in between his babbling.
âUnh- unh- âs so good, gonna cum, can i cum? Please say i can cum, âm gonna burst- FUCK!â
You donât know whoâs crying more, Art or his cock. Heâs leaking so much that you had to concentrate or youâll lose your grip.
You donât let up until heâs heaving a strangled cry and shooting his hips up, spilling on and over your hand like a fountain. He gets so sloppy with it, fucking himself with your fist through the aftershocks.
âThatâs it, such a big load for me. I bet you were aching holding all that in, baby.â
And heâs so gorgeous, mouth open wide and tugging on his hair in random intervals. You grab his face with your free head and rub your thumb over his cheek. You let him come down at his own pace, and when he focuses his pretty eyes back on you, you bring your sticky hand to his mouth.
Art cleans his own mess, maintaining eye contact with you. The fierce tomato red blush heâs sporting deepens. You wink at him and slurp up an equal amount of his cum, like a couple sharing a milkshake in an old fashion diner.
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you've always had a soft spot for mr herrera. boy-genius and all. but there is something about the way he looks at you. speaks to you. one day - when he corrects you rather smugly during a lecture. you cannot help but decide to remind him who's the one with the phd.Â
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heâs your favourite student. but oh do you hate him. those pretty doll eyes that greet you in combination with a bright smile whenever he enters your class. earlier than anyone else, as always. the way you have to look for mistakes in his exam papers. yet most importantly - that innocent way he has at correcting you in the middle of a lecture.
you would call yourself a modest man. one who can accept criticism. but it was different when it came from him. mister herrera. the pretty, preppy nerd of uni who just had so many different ways of making your heart stutter. the brat.
âOh, I meant no disrespect, professor.â
Those thick lashes batting will be the death of you. Combined with those glossy lips you yearn to drown in?
Heâll make you lose your job. Surely.
âReally?â Is all you can muster, leaned against the edge of your desk. Anything to sate the burning desire in your palms to wrap around his throat.
âYou know me, Sir. I am the most earnest.â
Earnest indeed. Earnest in how he presses up against you. Earnest in the way his hands slide onto the desk on either side of you. In the way his head tilts up so that his curls fall from around his face and he smiles oh. So. Sweetly.
âForgot my assignment sheet.â
His murmur is all you can imagine the sweetness of his lips before heâs off again. How unprofessional.
Like the throbbing bulge in your trousers.
âSuch a pretty boy,â you tut over him. One hand yanking on his curls while the other pistons behind him. Fingers curling into spots that nurse out whimpering moans and bucks of his hips against your desk. Heâs spilling all over your test papers.
you tried with all your might. but it wouldnât take long before you have him bent over your desk in the week to come. finally feeling the soft flesh of his thighs under his skirt. finally seeing the way his maroon eyes roll back as you finger his tight little hole.
âHow can you be this tight? No one treating this darling hole right?â
âP-Prof - ah - Sir-!â
you quickly found out that he loves to fuck his hips back into you. especially when you got him full of your cock. the noises he lets out. what a dedicated student he is indeed. bouncing his pretty ass back onto you.
âCan you give me the answer now, boy? Hmm? Correct me now?â
well, until youâre shoving his head into the desk. holding him down and pounding his poor thighs into your desk. murmuring rough little degradations to his ear. making him cream all over the wood.
Your cock snaps into that one spot. Rough hands pulling his soft hips back. The wet plapping of his skin fills the classroom. If it werenât for your hand wrapped firmly around the underside of his jaw - his moans would surely spill all the way down the hallway.
âA-Angh! Ah! Hng- S-Sir - siiirr - âm s- so - sor- fuck -!â
You palm along his dick. Stroking it into another squirt as you sneer into his reddened ear.
âAsked you a fucking question, pretty. Whereâs that smart mouth of yours?â
through further escapades, you learnt that the most satisfying thing of stuffing him full is when you have fucked him dumb. with eyes rolled back and lips parted. unable to murmur out a single thing other than spluttered drool and a whining - âp-pro-prof-s-s-si-ah!â
another thing he is so earnest at? sucking your cock. youâve had him under your desk more times than you can count. his glossy red lips wrapped so skillfully. eyes full of tears as your flex fingers into his curls and force his head down further. choke him all the way to your balls. until heâs whimpering. crying.
you always make it up to him by letting him bounce on your dick after. leaned back into your chair as he grips onto your shoulders and shows you that heâs more than just a pretty nerd. he always takes it so well.
amongst various other acts that are sure to get you fired once someone finds out - you must say that your favourite is when he calls you in the middle of the night. grinding into his pillow and pleading that you come up to his dorm and fuck his ass full.
âH-Hngh - an- p-please sir - fuck-!â
of course you do. youâre a good professor - after all.
Your hips drive his into the sheets. Pressing him down in his favourite position: prone bone. It gives you the perfect opportunity to bruise his soft skin with your merciless thrusts.
Rishenâs face presses into the pillows. Hands tightening around the softness as the headboard slams against the wall. His moans pouring through dorm room.
âCanât even wait for after class tomorrow,â you grunt into his ear. âJusâ need a cock filling you constantly huh pretty boy? Yeah? Yeaah,â
You rise up if only to crush him with your hips. Slamming into his quivering form with purpose. Stress from endless marked exams taken out on his supple flesh.
âConstantly need your physics professorâs cock pounding at your pretty boypussy huh? Fuck.â
Heâs so small beneath you. So full of your cum. So fucked out.
You canât help but grip his hair. Steer his crying face more into the pillows and plough him sore. Anything to see the way heâll prance on into class with scarlet heels and a bit of a limp.
âS-Siiir - si -hiir - I-I - I canâttt - dios-â
His whimpers are sinful. All of this is.
But you will risk you job for it any day. Any day if it meant having the little bratty nerd under you and hiccupping your name.
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