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Guy and a Gain...Again!

“Fancy doing this with me?” Guy asked his housemate, holding up an advertisement for a triathlon in the Spring.

Baz winced slightly. He was certainly a very fit man, but there was no point in trying to compare his athleticism with the likes of Guy. Guy was an absolute machine; his body a temple; a testament to years of tireless dedication and training. “Nah…” he replied with a sigh. “It’s right around the time of Lucy’s birthday. She’ll probably want to do something special.”

Guy nodded and resisted the urge to complain. Baz had been so much more fun before he got with Lucy. Soon it would be just like all the rest of his old friends: engagements, weddings and children. How boring! In Guy’s opinion, it was always far better to keep things casual and pursue your own interests in life, rather than getting tied down. He’d only fallen in love once, and that hadn’t exactly ended well. The only person he could ever truly rely on was himself.

“That’s fine,” Guy smiled. “I think they do another one later in June.”

Baz shook his head. “No thanks, Buddy.”

Guy sighed as he watched his housemate disappear into his bedroom. It wasn’t that Guy needed any help paying the mortgage on this condo; he’d sweet talked his way up to quite a level of seniority in his job and was always looking about for the next jump into something better. No, Guy had always had a housemate for the simple fact that he hated being there on his own. He craved interaction and the glory days, when he lived in the college dorms, with plenty of people about, at all times of the day.

Despite how messy and occasionally disorganised Guy had been in college, his apartment was a perfect utopia of minimalistic calm. He excitedly plumped up the sofa cushion and set some frozen pizzas to heat up in the oven as his buddies Christian and Harry were back in town for the night. He’d met them years ago, back when he was still seeing Mikey, his best friend in college. With Mikey’s interest in gaining weight, the pair of them had visited a few feedism events in their time; with Guy picking up more than a few friends that he still kept in touch with.

“Look at you!” Guy swooned, seeing Harry as he strolled in, belly first. He’d gone softer and jigglier, purposefully bouncing as he walked as if to emphasise it further.

“I’m up 45lbs since you last saw me,” he boasted, kissing Guy on his cheek. “I’m only fifteen away from the big four hundred!”

“Impressive!” Guy laughed. There was just something so joyful about the way guys like him shamelessly enjoyed their bodies. He didn’t care what anyone said - it was a definite turn-on.

Sloping in behind Harry was his feeder boyfriend, Christian. Usually stick thin and trendy, he appeared that day to be more than a little bloated. A thickness had begun to encircle his waist and his handsome face had puffed up with a doughiness that was surprisingly distracting.

“What happened to you?” Guy teased, patting Christian on his under-exercised butt and failing to find the tightness he was used to. “All the feeding finally got the better of you, huh?”

Giant Harry turned around, smirking. “His fast metabolism crashed,” he explained, failing to hold back a chuckle. “Ten pounds was all it took and his little dick was craving more and more blubber.”

Guy laughed and looked over his buddy, Christian. When he’d met him a few years ago, he’d been one of the kinkiest and least compromising feeders Guy had ever come across. He’d taken chubby Harry and poured gallons and gallons of fattening shakes down his throat until he’d swelled into the rounded blob that he was today. Yet, now look at him; his kinks turning inwards. “What is it about you feeders?” Guy asked, full of disbelief for what had become of Christian. “It’s like you all have some sort of expiration date before you start going all soft.”

Christian shrugged. “What can I say?” he smiled. “It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done,” he nodded, raising his t-shirt a little to reveal the swollen, pot bellied middle on him.

“Jeez!” Guy marvelled, having never imagined such a thing on the boy before. “Look at that!”

“That’s not all,” Harry grinned, stepping around Christian and pulling back his lover’s sweatpants to uncover the top half of his broad butt and lifting his shirt up from the back.

Guy couldn’t help but laugh when he saw what Harry was showing him. He reached out and stroked the skin where Christian had had a brand new tattoo of a small pig tale inked onto his body. “You boys are such kinky little fuckers!” he marveled, instantly getting an erection.

“I wanted something that would ensure there was no going back,” Christian explained, equally aroused to be leaning forward and showing this off to Guy.

“And how do you feel about this?” Guy asked Harry. He had always been the submissive one in the relationship, despite seeming to enjoy a slightly more empowered status at present.

“I love it!” Harry laughed, grabbing a full roll of blubber from Christian’s side and jiggling it. “I’m going to triple every pound he put on me, sending it straight back onto him!”

Guy grinned, his eyes dancing with delight. He simply loved the kinky talk between these two. He always had. They knew exactly who they were, and were proud to embrace it.

An hour later, the three boys were lying in Guy’s supersized bed. Sweat pouring off them, pizza and crumbs filled the bed sheets as Guy lay back with the two chubs resting their heads on his broad shoulders. It had been the first time Christain had wanted to be fucked by him and, although he had made a valiant effort, he’d found Guy’s size too challenging to take. Instead, Harry had stepped up, bending over beautifully whilst a horny Chritain gorged his chubby face on everything available as he watched.

“Do you ever hear from Mikey these days?” Harry asked.

Guy sighed at the mention of Mikey’s name, but it hurt a lot less than it used to. “Not for a few years now,” he answered. It had been his own fault. He had been the one to stop replying to messages and never picking up the phone. However, he’d needed to step away for his own mental health. It didn’t do to dwell on a lost love.

“You should see him now,” Harry laughed, handing over his cell phone with a clear picture of Mikey from his gainer socials: enormously fat, rounded and bursting with lard. “He’s well over five hundred pounds these days.”

Guy studied the picture with awe. There was the boy he had once adored, now consumed by his own hunger and lust for fat; his neck a distant memory, his arms giant sacks of blubber.

“Good for him!” Guy smiled fondly, remembering the skinny boy he had once fooled around with. “This is exactly the sort of shape he always wanted.”

“You should come with us to the gainer evening tomorrow,” Christian suggested just as Guy handed back the cell phone.

Guy chuckled at the idea. “I haven’t been to one of those in years.”

“You do like gainers though,” Harry smiled, noticing that Guy’s hardness had been resurrected after seeing Mikey’s picture.

“My dick likes a lot of stuff,” Guy simply replied. “Body confidence most of all.” But as the boys talked and talked, he was gradually persuaded, agreeing to meet them there the next evening after his date with a girl from his gym.

Upon arriving past midnight, Guy left his shirt with the bartender, setting about to flirt and enjoy the attention of all the fat men who were ogling him. The gainer scene had come a long way since he’d last been out. The pot-bellied boys had been replaced by extreme superchubs with at least one scrawny-looking feeder under their giant arms. Guy flirted and played with them all, happy to indulge their fat kinks. Yet, there was one younger man, standing to the side who kept catching his attention: tall, handsome, with strong, rounded shoulders and a slim waist. Throughout the early hours of the morning he stood alone, watching from the sidelines, nursing a beer and not getting involved.

Perhaps the gainer scene had become more insular and harder to break into as an outsider, Guy thought to himself. It wasn’t a problem that Guy had personally. Harry and Christian could both vouch for him, and his strapping body caught the attention of any he didn’t yet know. Guy, it could be said, had never been shy. Even as a non-drinker, he never failed to insert himself, front and center, into any social event.

“So, what brings you here?” Guy asked, heading over to the handsome boy and introducing himself, seeing as no one else seemed to be making an effort.

The man stood up a little straighter, as if on high alert. He shifted his feet and passed his beer from one hand to the other, looking as if he was unsure whether to give his real name or not. “Dillon,” he finally offered. “And… Oh… I don’t know…I was just curious,” he mumbled, as if he hadn’t expected anyone to come and speak to him, let alone ask him why he was there.

Guy smiled, finding the awkwardness surprisingly cute. If the boy was here, at this gainer event, there was going to be something kinky about him; something just waiting to be unlocked. “Have you slept with many fat boys, Dillon?” he asked, knowing his forward question would continue to make the boy squirm with such amusing awkwardness.

Dillon shook his head. “No… I’ve… I’ve not long been out of a relationship.”

Guy nodded knowingly. “Ah, so now the shackles are off and you’re free to explore?” he laughed, feeling like he was getting somewhere at last.”Well, if you’re looking for a good fatty to fuck, I can highly recommend that one over there,” he pointed. “Just shy of three hundred pounds, growing fast and as kinky as they come. Want me to introduce you?”

Dillon shook his head quickly. “No, no… that’s okay,” he shot back shyly.

Again, Guy grinned, knowing that he still hadn’t quite hit upon the reason why such a conventionally good looking boy was there that evening. “Or… if you want…” he offered slowly and teasingly, “...I could introduce you to some good feeders,” he smiled, giving Dillon’s flat stomach a little pat.

Dillon stared back at him with wide, wondrous and almost childlike eyes. Bingo! There it was: the real reason Dillon had come along that night.

“So, how long have you wanted to be a porker?” Guy rolled on, deciding to take it all in his stride. Of all the arousing conversations he had had that night, nothing had turned him on like this. There was just something so exciting about finding genuinely fresh meat in this scene.

“What makes you think I want to get fat?” Dillon asked, giving Guy more eye contact than he had managed before.

“Hmm, let me see!” Guy smiled “The little bulge in your pants when I mentioned it. The slightly higher pitch of your voice just now,” he shot back at him, chuckling.

Dillon looked around the room and back to Guy. “Do you think anyone else knows?” he asked shyly.

Guy laughed once again and swept his large arm over Dillon’s shoulders. “Well, you just told the biggest blabbermouth in the room, so… yeah, pretty soon everyone is going to know that you want to be a little lardass too!” he teased. He looked at the boy up and down and smiled. “You’ve really never told anyone before, have you?”

Dillon shook his head once more. Then he followed without question as Guy led him out of the venue and into a cab, heading back to his apartment. His prize, secret catch for the evening.

Guy awoke the next morning with Dillon lying on his front next to him, still naked and splayed. As Guy had teased him about his gainer kinks, the boy had seemed to submit more and more; sucking him off with excellent skills and finally bending over and letting Guy fuck him without reservations.

“Morning, Sleepy Head!” Guy teased as the boy rolled over and realised he was waking up in a stranger’s bed.

Dillon looked at Guy, clearly piecing everything back together from the night before. “I can’t believe we did all that last night,” he chuckled.

“I can,” Guy smirked back. He’d inserted his dick so deeply into Dillon’s butt after making him down a protein shake, he almost panicked when the boy came; so intense and extreme was his moaning. “So…” he began playfully, leaning on his side and looking directly into Dillon’s eyes, “...Is today the start of a whole new era for you?”

“What do you mean?” Dillon replie/d.

“Well, you said last night you’d never even been with a guy before, let alone had your gainer kinks indulged like that.” He smirked, remembering just how hard he had gotten Dillon. His erection had been like concrete. “I know you can talk the talk when it comes to letting go and getting fat, but do you really have what it takes?”

Already, Dillon’s dick was starting to levitate and stiffen.”Oh, I have no worries there,” he nodded. “I love food. What turns me on is the idea of being able to eat whatever I want, whenever I want it.”

“Genuine greed,” Guy smiled knowingly.

Dillon nodded once again. “I mean, being fed by someone to the point of being absolutely stuffed just doesn’t appeal to me as much as the idea of just…”

“Letting go,” Guy finished for him. The idea was appealing, especially for Guy who had never been much of a feeder himself. He’d tried several times in the past to pretend that forcing food down a gainer’s throat turned him on. However, the reality had always been that he didn’t have the patience for it. Fattening, for him, was something a gainer should do in their own time. He only wanted to enjoy the horniness that derived from the evolving transformation. Not that he had ever come across a gainer who felt that way.

Dillon had had to grab and tug at his hardness. “Letting go,” he repeated. “That’s exactly it!”

Guy smiled, watching the lust taking over the pretty boy. “You know your job as a gardener will have to go, don’t you?” he asked. “If you want to grow your ass, you’re going to need something where you can sit down on it throughout the day.”

“You think I should quit my job?” Dillon asked, turned on that Guy had even remembered how he earned his living.

“Of course I do,” Guy chuckled back, still just watching as Dillon’s fantastic arousal sent him to higher and higher levels of submission to his kink. “Trust me, as a guy who has fucked so many fatties in my time, letting go is more than just eating. It’s about letting that entire softening process take over your body. Laziness. Lethargy.”

Dillon was tugging at himself at a faster rate than ever as Guy spoke. “I’m going to hand in my notice first thing tomorrow morning,” he declared, seeming to get closer to climaxing as the words left his mouth. “I’m actually going to do this!”

“Good boy!” Guy grinned, watching the kink consuming Dillon and sending him into a frenzy of lust. He didn’t even flinch as Dillon squealed and ejaculated all over the bedsheets in every direction. How fucking sexy! That shy, quiet guy back in the club now making a great mess and freeing his secret desires. There was simply nothing better.

Guy could have kicked himself for not giving Dillon his real number when he left. At least, he certainly thought that’s what he had done. It was a force of habit. As the weeks went on, he often thought back to Dillon, wondering what had become of him. There was no doubt in Guy’s mind that his date that night wouldn’t have actually started gaining. He was too pretty and far too reserved outside of the bedroom to actually do that to himself. Still, his kinkiness for it had given Guy a boner more than once when he’d thought back to their night together.

Months had gone by before Guy saw Dillon again. He’d actually been on a date with a girl from his new gym when he’d spotted Dillon working behind the bar at the club he had taken her to. He’d recognised the handsome face right away, but his breath caught in his chest when he took in the boy’s body. The fattening had clearly started. Dressed in a smart white shirt, the cheap material clung to the emerging love handles that puffed themselves over the tight waistband of Dillon’s pants. An overall thickness had spread into his stomach and chest, whilst a slight padding appeared to have amassed itself under his chin. It was a decent forty pound gain if ever Guy had seen one; no added muscle, just clear laziness and overindulgence.

Guy sat his date at a table and headed straight over to the bar, losing all interest in anything else. As he approached, he witnessed Dillon at the bar, turning around to the ice bucket and observed the beauty of his swollen glutes, rounded and bulbous, without taking on the complete broadness that came with the obesity that could come later. Having not been with any other men since their night together, Guy’s mind was able to return to the memory their night with ease; picturing those small, tight little glutes as they had been. Now his dick felt more alive than it had all evening, and when Dillon turned to serve him, Guy only had one question: “What time do you finish tonight?”

Dillon laughed and raised an eyebrow. “What about your date over there?” he asked, pointing across the room. He’d clearly spotted Guy from the moment he’d entered the bar.

Guy looked back as well. His date was pretty and surprisingly intelligent, judging by their conversations that evening. But it wasn’t her he wanted to take home that night. He turned back to Dillon and simply repeated his question.

Dillon seemed to consider it for a second. “Midnight,” he simply replied, knowing that Guy would be waiting outside to pick him up as soon as the clock struck twelve.

Getting rid of Guy’s date had been easy. He’d simply dialled back to flirtation and acted as a gentleman, taking her home with only a sweet kiss on her doorstep. Making her wait for a second date for anything more would only guarantee that she would be more eager next time.

“Well, well, well…” Guy grinned, leaning against the roof of his sports car as he witnessed an almost chubby-looking Dillon strolling out of the bar later that night. “Look at you!”

Dillon smiled and rubbed at his torso, seeing that they were going to bypass all the usual pleasantries. “I’m getting there,” he nodded. “It’s all just very slow. I feel like I should be bigger than this by now.”

Guy rocked his head to the side, inviting Dillon to climb into his car. Then the pair of them set off.

“I need to stop for something to eat first,” Dillon pointed, highlighting a fast food place only a few yards down the street.

Guy resisted sighing. He’d been waiting to get his hands on that bigger butt for some time. Now he had to wait whilst Dillon did the typically boring gainer stuffing? Nonetheless, he dutifully pulled over and followed the guy inside. He noticed a couple of the guys nodding at each other with a smirk at the sight of Dillon, as if they knew him all too well as a fixture around here. Then one attendant went to the cash register, bracing himself against it, as if preparing for something quite extreme from Dillon.

“Good evening,” he smiled dutifully. “What’ll it be tonight?”

A greedy little tongue slipped very subtly out of Dillon’s mouth, moistening his lips and he swallowed at the smell of everything cooking behind the counter. He began listing off a great number of items with ease that made Guy realise just how long they were going to be stuck here.

“Anything for you, Sir?” the young worker asked, seeming to know that everything that had come before it would be consumed entirely by Dillon.

Guy declined. He never ate at these sorts of places, but dutifully paid with his card, much like he would do with any of his dates. A great mountain of food began piling up on the tray and the two men soon retreated to a quiet table in the corner so that Guy could wait for Dillon to gorge himself.

“I see you quit the gardening job,” Guy smiled, appreciating how handsome Dillon looked in a shirt.

Dillon nodded; his eyes only on his food as he began throwing fries and nuggets into his mouth. “You were right. It was the perfect first step. I needed to cut the excessive calorie expenditure, day-to-day.”

Although Guy had come across more than a few gainers in his time, none of them had set about eating in the way that Dillon did. The boy seemed genuinely hungry, attacking the food in a cold and almost calculating manner, as if to ensure it was consumed in the most rapid way possible. He didn’t care that his mouth was sometimes full as he replied to their conversation, and he didn’t whimper with submission or lust as he started the third and then fourth burger. Nothing about the scenario was in any way theatrical, making this, by anyone’s standards, an act of pure greed. A chubby boy who simply loved his food.

“So that’s how I came to work at the bar,” Dillon finished fifteen minutes later, wiping his mouth with a napkin and sighing with relief as his stomach bloated more than ever before. “Are you ready to leave?” he asked, not even pausing to burp or appreciate his immense gluttony.

Unpeeling Dillon from his tight clothes that night had been one of the most erotic things Guy had done in years. A plush layer of fat had spread across the boy’s body, but pooled especially well in his love handles, chest and stomach. Guy growled with lust as he saw those doughy glutes and the pair set to pleasuring each other as if they had an expertise on how to make the other moan with lust.

Falling asleep with a hand resting on Dillon’s hip, Guy had felt more content than he had in quite some time. However, he awoke a couple of hours later, noticing that his date had slipped out unnoticed. He got up, pulling his underwear back on, just in case his roommate was sleeping there that night, even though he doubted that would be the case. Then he strolled into the living space hearing the sound of crunching over by the counter and the hunched silhouette of Dillion, sitting at a bar stool. He’d helped himself to a large bowl of sugary cereal that definitely didn’t belong to Guy and was busy munching away.

“It’s three in the morning!” Guy whispered, coming up behind the chubby boy, slipping his hands around his torso and kissing him on the side of his neck. “What are you doing up?”

Dillon chewed and swallowed. “I always get hungry at night,” he explained. “When I was growing up, my parents taught me to just ignore it. They said it wasn’t good for me to eat in the middle of the night. Now I don’t need to worry about that.”

Guy chuckled, nuzzling into Dillon even more and rubbing his protruding stomach. The more stories like this he heard, the more he realised that Dillon hah always been a fat boy, trapped in the body of a thin person. Slouched as he was now, his stomach fat seemed even more developed than Guy had realised, with his buttery nipples beginning to balloon and sag every so slightly onto the shelf below.

“Has anyone played with your tits yet?” Guy asked, beginning to massage them as Dillon resumed his eating. He’d remembered gainers telling him in the past how sensitive the nipples became as boys fattened up; he’d made more than one fatty climax simply by playing with them in the same way he would stimulate all the girls he had slept with.

Dillon moaned a little and twitched with stimulation. Guy could tell he’d never experienced anything like it before; perhaps not even realised that he had been developing such an erogenous zone. “That feels really nice,” he sighed, leaning back into Guy’s muscular chest.

“You wait until I have even more fat to play with here,” Guy teased. “If you think this feels good now…”

Dillon sighed with contentment at the idea. One thing was for certain: there was no way he was leaving without Guy’s real number that time.

“I want you to meet, Dillon,” Guy smiled, moving out of the way so that he could push Dillon forward. It had been a good few months since the last gainer event where Dillon had failed to make an impression. It was the reason why Guy had cleared his diary to make sure he could take him to this next one; holding his hand as they walked in.

Like a piece of meat, the eyes of all the men went up and down Dillon’s body. Guy stood back with pride. The boy’s love handles and protrusive stomach were some of his greatest features, but his butt too had developed a mass to it that was anything but athletic. However, more than anything else, the ring of freshly shaved fat that was starting to wrap itself under Dillon’s chin was undoubtedly the finest achievement of all. This wasn’t just a chubby boy they were dealing with; this was a true fat-boy glutton.

They hadn’t believed Guy when he’d explained how quickly Dillon had packed on his now eighty pounds of excess blubber, but the angry looking stretch marks surrounding Dillon’s belly button had gone some way to convincing them that he hadn’t just made it all up. Although he and Dillon were not officially an item at this event, Guy stuck close to him, feeling oddly protective. Usually, at events like these, Guy would have pulled his shirt off and enjoyed as much attention for his strapping body as possible. However, that night was all about Dillon and getting him connected with as many in the scene as possible.

Guy looked around seeing how many of the gainers and admirers were checking Dillon out; his handsome face and doughy body that seemed to cry out that this was a recent and rapid weight gain. Guy wanted them to look and see for themselves,but then another emotion began creeping in as well. Dillon was his discovery. He was the one who had helped him unleash the gainer and the one with a dominant hand on that big, wide rear. Why should anyone else feel they had a chance with him?

“So, how was it?” Guy asked afterwards, leading the way back to his car and secretly glad to be getting out of there’ especially after Dillon had told him he wanted to leave and get some food instead.

“Pretty great,” Dillon smiled, hopping into the passenger seat. “There were some very tight clothes on show though.”

Guy nodded. Dillon wasn’t the type to advertise his weight gain with figure hugging t-shirts or pants. “Well, some guys just like to show off,” he explained diplomatically. “Wearing tight clothes makes them feel even bigger and fatter than they are.”

Dillon nodded, noting some appeal in it. “But it’s just a fact of life,” he shrugged. “You overeat and your clothes get too small. What’s the big deal?”

“Oh, really?” Guy laughed. “Just a fact of life, huh? Maybe I’ll say that to you next time I notice your dick getting even shorter,” he teased, having witnessed Dillon squirting everywhere even at the mere mention of the groin fat that was starting to take off down there. He leaned in and kissed the fat boy, letting his large hand slide down the protrusive tummy and in-between his legs. There it was, the ever shrinking hardness, ready to go yet again.

“A point well made,” Dillon smirked back in surrender.

Guy smiled and started the engine. He’d stop off at a fast food place and buy a load of stuff for Dillon to gorge himself on as he drove home. It was one of the things Guy liked best about him; Dillon didn’t need or want him forcing the food down his throat. He was more than capable of feeding his ravenous appetite himself. All Guy needed to do was place a gentle, encouraging hand on his thigh every now and then as he drove. Then, once they made it home, Dillon would be more than stuffed and wound up like a tightly coiled spring, bursting with arousal and more than ready to head straight to the bedroom with him.

“Who are you messaging?” Guy asked a few months later as he came in with a tray of breakfast pastries for his lover.

“No one,” shrugged Dillon, hastily dropping his cell phone in favor of the food.

Guy felt a little uncomfortable. It was a new feeling to him, this gnawing sense of jealousy. He’d first noticed it at the last gainer event they went to, and it had plagued his mind ever since. It was a selfish impulse, he reasoned. He himself had certainly got around with multiple people since he had started seeing Dillon. They were in no way exclusive and neither of them had ever expressed an interest in being so. So why did Guy have to fight back an unreasonable urge to check Dillon’s phone as the chub trotted off to the bathroom?

“I love having you here,” Guy whispered into Dillon’s ear as the pair still lay in bed, even as lunchtime approached. He had his hand draped over Dillon’s chubby belly and he rocked it, full of admiration for how much the guy had transformed himself in the last eighteen months. “How about you stay here tonight as well? We could watch a movie, order in some pizzas….”

“I can’t,” Dillon replied straight away. “I’m meeting up with a friend.”

Guy nodded. “Nice!” he smiled, knowing that he wasn’t supposed to pry. He didn’t have the right to feel the strange jealousy that had swept over him. “Are you up to something fun?”

Dillon nodded. “He’s going to teach me how to boost my capacity with pizza,” he chuckled, patting his large, padded stomach.

Guy nodded and pulled his lips back into a false smile, as if this all didn’t bother him, especially seeing Dillon getting aroused by just the idea of what was to come. “You’ve got to eat like a five hundred pound fatty if you hope to become one!” he nodded, repeating one of Dillon’s favorite mantras back to him whilst rubbing the boy’s rounded stomach.

Although the opportunity to work in London had been something Guy had wanted ever since he had joined his company, the month-long placement couldn’t have come at a worse time in his eyes. As Dillon became more involved with other gainers, Guy felt like he was less important in the man’s life. He was also going to be away when Dillon finally started his new office job and disliked the thought of missing out on such an important step in his lover’s life.

The girls in London had a sexy, alluring sophistication about them. However, no matter how many of them he bedded, Guy’s mind kept thinking of Dillon. He felt utterly smitten, messaging him as much as he could, always eager for updates.

Guy had been a victim of his own success. Everyone loved him in London, declaring that they had never come across anyone so capable of taking over the world of business. The project he had started at work began to take on a life of its own, building incredible momentum. He remembered the bittersweet feeling when he realised he was going to be away far longer than the original month he had planned. However, by the end of the fourth month, Guy knew that the scheme was ready to be handed over; with plenty of scope for him to implement similar changes back home.

With a week off from work after getting back, Guy headed straight over to see Dillon. He carried with him a large bag filled with treats and presents from London and was excited to see how the fattening man was going to react to them all. He knocked on the apartment door, his breath catching in his throat with anticipation.

Suddenly, Dillon was standing there looking remarkably changed. The fat under his neck had swollen immensely, giving Dillon one of the largest double chins he’d seen on a gainer of his size in quite some time. His beautiful eyes had seemed smaller, as large, puffy cheeks dominated his face and his plump, kissable lips now looked like the gateway to a greedy, gluttonous mouth that would consume anything it came across.

The pair hugged and kissed; Guy’s hands roaming across all areas of the remarkably fatter and softer body. Lard had spilled into areas where Guy had never seen it before. Dillon spun around and posed for him, excited by his own remarkable transformation. With a desk job, the gainer’s glutes had seemed to shed all remaining muscle and bloat with pure blubber. He wanted it touched, handled and jiggled, directing an already aroused Guy on how best to experience the new softness. Three hundred and eighty pounds had never seemed so erotic when the person carrying it all loved it so much.

“I was half expecting you to have gained a few pounds after working so hard in London all those months,” Dillon chuckled, gazing upon the immortal physical perfection of Guy; unchanged.

Guy slipped off his underwear and delighted in taking the kinky boy into his bedroom for a session he would never forget.

Being intimate with Dillon had cemented the feelings Guy had had during their separation. He was in love with him; utterly and completely: the easy way they communicated, the confidence with which they both held their vastly contrasting bodies. Dillon was touched by the gifts and how much Guy had remembered about his tastes and interests. Guy held him sweetly as the both drifted off to sleep.

“I’ve been thinking,” Guy began, feeling decidedly nervous later that night. “I want to talk to you about something.”

“So do I…” Dillon smiled back, acting as if he knew exactly what Guy was going to say.

“I know you’re doing so well with your weight gain now,” Guy smiled, unable to resist rubbing the fattened gut in appreciation; marvelling at the sagging nipples that had bounced and jumped the entire time Guy had been fucking him. “Your next milestone is so close. But, how would you feel about hitting four hundred… in London?”

“In London?” Dillon parroted back in surprise.

“They made me quite the lucrative offer before I left. I don’t have to take it, of course, but… come on! Don’t you think it would be so exciting?” he cheered, smiling brightly. “You and me, living in London together? All those restaurants and famous landmarks? I thought of all the places I want to take you. You can grow enormous there. I can give you everything you want. You don’t even need to work, given how much they want to pay me.”

“Guy, this is...” Dillon mumbled, overwhelmed.

“I know, I know… this is huge! But these last four months without you…” he sighed, remembering how utterly miserable he’d been at times. He’d only felt this way about one other person in his life, and he had lost out because he had never managed to build up the courage to say how he felt. Not this time…

“Yeah, it was a long time,” Dillon agreed, unprepared for what Guy was about to say to him next.

“I’m in love with you!” Guy blurted, staring deeply into Dillon’s eyes and wrapping his large hands around his bloated face.

Dillon was stunned into silence. “Guy.. that’s amazing… that’s…” he stumbled.

“You don’t feel the same way…” Guy sighed in stark realisation.

“Well, it’s not as black and white as that…” Dillon mumbled on, clearly trying to catch his brain up with his mouth. “I think it could really work, us living together in London. I really do! But I have so much going on here now. I’m having so much fun supporting other gainers. You not being around gave me time to really lean in hard to all this. It’s the reason why I already broke my desk chair at work,” he chuckled, mentioning it for the third time since Guy had arrived.

“You didn’t miss me?” Guy shot back, feeling like his heart was about to be shattered.

“I did!” Dillon replied unconvincingly. “I was just…” he rambled, still figuring out what he wanted to say. He sighed deeply. “If I’m honest… I was just a little disappointed that you didn’t come back from London a little heavier than when you left.”

Guy looked down at his flat, chiselled stomach. “What?” he blasted.

“I’ve wanted you to gain weight for the longest time. I thought, the more we hung out together, the more likely it would be for my bad habits to rub off on you.”

Guy sat back a little, rethinking everything he thought he knew about Dillon.

“I’m not the only one,” Dillon marched on. “All the gainers we’ve met together say the same thing. We all can’t wait for you to give up the gym and start pushing out a gut.”

“Is that so?” Guy huffed back.

“It’s what I wanted to talk to you about. You’d look so fucking hot! You’ve got the build for it. If we moved to London, I could make you huge!”

Guy stood up and started dressing, suddenly realising how badly he had misread his relationship with Dillon. “Gaining is your thing, not mine,” he explained calmly. “I like the way I look and I fell for you because I loved giving you the sort of confidence that I feel in my own skin.”

“But, trust me… when you start putting on your first few pounds…” Dillon retorted, like an all-knowing sage.

“It’s not me!” Guy shot back, cutting him short. “And you’d know that had you been paying any attention at all to me over the last couple of years.” He felt a sudden surge of annoyance. “Tell me… where did I grow up? What’s my middle name? When’s my birthday? Where did I go to college?”

Dillon looked blankly back. He really didn’t remember the answer to any of those questions. And so he watched as Dillon slipped his shirt on, then made his way out of the apartment for the last time.

“Jeff…” Guy said down the phone the moment he made it down the stairs. “I’m sorry to call when it’s so early in the morning there. I wanted to tell you that I’ve thought about your offer…” he explained.

Guy took a breath. This was a huge decision that would change everything.

“I accept,” he stated with absolute certainty. “How soon do you want me back in London?”

#gay feedee #gainerstory #gayfeeder #gainerfic #gayfeedee #gainer story #gainerstories #gainer fiction #gainer stories #gainer fic

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odetodilfs · 2 years ago

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Stress relief

A/N: So here it is, power bottom Namor, this was so hot to write, this is also my first Namor smut so yay. Pairing: power bottom!Namor x sub!top!male!reader CWs: SMUT, established relationship (marriage), slight overstimulation, riding, ass eating (reader giving), edging, use of "good boy" and breeding

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Namor had been stressed all week. Especially with ships going seemingly closer to Talokan for no reason, which meant he was watching out more for submarines and human ships that weren’t from Wakanda. Overall, your husband was stressed, very easy to anger. He did calm down a little with you though, he would still try to treasure you just as much as he did when he wasn’t stressed which in turn just gave him more things to do. You seriously wanted to help him, it was hard to see him like this. You had no ideas how to though… until you found him bent over, his ass popping out and you got an idea on how to make him calm down…

That day when he left to guard Talokan, you put your plan to work. You waited for him to get home, doing your usual tasks of the day, but half an hour before he normally got home, you stripped yourself off your clothes entirely and laid down on your bed. You started jerking off slowly, to the thought of Namor dominating you. His round ass on your dick, rubbing his hole yet he didn’t put it in just to tease you. Your cock was hard by now but you just kept stroking it. You wanted Namor to find you, you knew he hated you being pleased by anyone that wasn’t him, including your own hand. When you heard him swim into the house, you waited for him to call you, “Y/n? I’m home!” he announced, you started jerking off a little faster, making tiny little moans come out of your mouth. Namor had good hearing so he immediately went upstairs to check.

What he saw was a horny, desperate you jerking off, without his permission, he immediately went into a state of horny frustration, “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked you, brows furrowed, clearly mad “Please- Namor- I need you- please-” you begged “I couldn’t hold back… please…” you said in your most desperate tone,

“What happened to being a good boy? What happened to being my good boy?” he asked, teasing your cock already “Please- I need you so bad” you kept begging. He started undressing, his gorgeous bubble butt popping out again. He got on all fours with his ass towards your face, “Be a good boy and eat me out good” he commanded, not asked, commanded, you immediately did, tasting his ass and losing yourself in the taste.

Namor was not merciful this time, he was enjoying destressing with your face buried between his cheeks. He continued thrusting and pushing your face until he considered it was enough of licking his hole. Namor was definitely horned up and more relaxed now, and he grunted as he eased himself up on his knees, your cock pointing at his hole. You were so hard now, you genuinely needed release, eating Namor’s ass had you horned up and you didn’t touch yourself. As he slowly sank down your length, you moaned as he did almost too slowly. He took your hands and pinned them to the bed frame with his right hand.

“Christ, so desperate for me, and it’s only been a week” he said as he started slowly going up and down, making a grunt every time your cock hit his g spot. His large dick was hard, going up and down with him too. You dick was so hard and throbbing inside him, Namor was tight after you hadn’t had him for a week and his walls stroked your cock just right. You were so eager and desperate it was hard to hold back and you knew your orgasm would come soon. Your moans and whimpers filled the room “Good boy, keep making those sounds… fuck…” he said as rode your cock even faster, thrusting his head up at the pleasure you were giving him.

Namor’s moans were on another level, he was lost in his mind, using you for his own pleasure, he needed this, he had for the whole week. He was bouncing up and down by now, every thrust hitting his prostate as you tensed up and shouted “Oh god-” as you were about to cum, but Namor pulled you out before it could happen, there were almost tears in your eyes with how desperate you were to cum, “Shhh” he calmed you down as you were left writhing in need of release, his brown eyes looking at yours intently, as he placed himself on your cock again.

This time he just started full on slamming up and down onto your cock, “Come on, just a little longer, good boy” he said, your orgasm was close and since Namor still had your hands pinned you couldn’t grip the bed sheets to hold back your orgasm. Your teeth were gritted and your body felt extremely hot, you were gonna bust any second now, but Namor’s riding started getting sloppier, his breaths faster and his moans louder… and then, the said those golden words: “It’s okay, you can cum for me now” he said. You almost screamed as you let go and unleashed a large load into him.

Namor kept riding you in pursuit of his own orgasm, now the pleasure started to turn into overstimulation, but before it got too much, you felt him cum. His ass tightened around your cock and he released a load into the water, you were both left panting and tired, still coming down from your high.

“Was that good?” you asked, Namor released your hands at long last,

“I needed that.. thank you” he smiled at you, you smiled back at your husband, pulling him in for a kiss and flopping to cuddle him on the bed, “I love you” you said as you kissed his forehead, he laid his head on your chest with a smile, you could feel his facial hair on your skin, “I love you too” he said in that sweet accent of his. Needless to say, Namor was definitely less stressed after that.

#namor #namor x male reader #please use me namor i'm begging you #tenoch huerta #marvel #wakanda forever #x male reader #gay #top male reader

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artdrawsok · 2 years ago

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Quick ol' Writing for you all!

The line that inspired this/the prompt was: I know. But I am your monster no longer. (From God Of War: Ragnarok)

The line in question will be in red!

Total word count: 864

Warnings: References of mistreatment, tones of manipulation, swearing, mentions of blood, Rorke being a dick as per usual.

Feeling the spit that had dark, muddy blood swirled within it hit his face, Logan was unfazed. He’d felt worse, and the man before him knew that. That man being, the cynical, venomous and sickening…Rorke.

Logan had been trapped in his little game for so long, he went through so much pain, all because an old, pathetic and insecure man couldn’t let one fucking grudge go. And now Rorke was tied to a chair, blood dripping thickly from his face and lip as the man continued to uselessly taunt him.

“You really betrayed me? After all I did for you? You really think those guys will take you back?” Logan sat, taking the taunts. There was no point in responding to them, it’s what Rorke wants. He knew that enough after being stuck with Rorke’s breath fanning down his neck for months on end. It was never a pleasant feeling, it brought fear and oppression into Logan’s life.

“Look, I asked a question. Why did you show up?” Logan’s voice was level, and concerningly calm. He could feel Keegan’s worried eyes looking at him through the two-way glass. He understood why his partner was worried. It wasn’t every day you faced the very person who ruined your life. Who made it that you had to climb out of the hole they put you in. Again, and again.

“Fuck your questions. You know why I showed up.” Rorke spat back, he was clearly ticked off. He was known to have a short fuse after all.

“I’ll ask one more time,” Logan lent forward, his eyes stone cold. “Why did you show up?” As Logan finished, he could see Rorke falter for a moment. His eyes widened and his body became stiff, before returning to his angry stature.

“Are you really that dense? Did Merrick hit you too hard over the head?” Of course, Rorke had to add on that last part, Logan suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and scoff. “I came for you. Can’t have my little experiment run too far from me can I?”

“Thank you for answering the question. Moving on,” Logan continued to choose not to respond. It clearly was making Rorke’s already short fuse burn further, which, he internally was enjoying. “Does the Federation know of more locations other than the one we found you at?”

“Well obviously, you told them about it.”

“Those locations are useless now.” Logan shot back. A bit too quickly for his liking, he desperately wanted to one-up the bastard.

“Oh? So you ratted everything to those guys? A real pity honestly, thought you were better than that.” Rorke’s voice drawled, he was aiming to dig into Logan. He knew the man had betrayed the people around him twice in his life. One betrayal wasn’t exactly done with a sound mind though.

“Do you think the Federation will come to try to get you back?” This question made Rorke go silent. Logan knew the answer to this.

“No, they know I’ll break out.” Logan sighed. He just had to add something to feed his already huge ego.

“Ok. That’s all for now,” Logan pulled the metal seat back and got up. He was tired of being around Rorke, the man made his stomach turn. He felt like throwing up. Yet, his body and face were stone cold, it was as if he felt nothing from this situation. At least he learnt something from his time in the Federation. “Someone will come to patch you up and transfer you to your cell later.”

“You’re more of a monster than I am you know.” That made Logan stop in his tracks, his hand hovering over the metallic door handle. He could just leave. He knew Rorke was trying to get at him. Leaving would make him the bigger man-No.

“But you created this monster. Don’t act like you’re innocent.” Rorke cackled, it was a broken cackle.

“True, you will always be a monster,” Rorke lent towards Logan his eyes were wide and crazy. My monster.” The tone was low and felt like a bullet just grazing just enough to hurt, to infect.

“I know,” Logan turned the handle, the door creaking forward. “But I am your monster no longer.” Looking Rorke dead in the eyes, he sent a final message. “I’m the monster for the Ghosts now.”

Rorke looked scared for once. Logan had finally cut the annoying shackles connecting him to the man, he was now free from his control. Shutting the door behind him, Logan crouched to the ground, his breath coming out in shudders.

“Logan?! You ok?” Keegan’s hand rested softly on Logan’s shoulder.

“I actually fucking did it. I fought back.” Logan moved his head up making eye contact with Keegan, he was so relieved. He could be with his partner and with his family.

“You did, I’m proud of you. Can I hug you?” Logan nodded. Keegan soon pulled him into a tight hug, the love Keegan emitted from his very soul was felt by Logan. It was so comforting and pure.

Sure, Logan still considered himself a monster. But he had people around him to help now. People that cared.

#call of duty ghosts #call of duty #logan walker #keegan x logan #keegan p russ #gabriel rorke #lack of editing go BBBBBB

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years ago

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|| Burst Your Bubble ||

Griff x fem reader

Tags/warnings: Griff is annoying(ly hot), oral sex (m receiving). E.

A/n: requested by @munsonownsmyass who wanted him to be a bit mean 😅

Chew. Blow. Pop.

Chew. Blow. Po-

"Would you fucking quit it?!"

You had been sitting waiting for the Doc to show up with your share of the money after the latest job.

You and Griff. He's one of the most insanely irritating guys you had ever worked with, always quick with some antagonistic remark, and he just loved the sound of his own voice.

He turns towards you, slow, head tilting down so he can peer at you over his shades.

"Or what, babe?"

He continues chewing the gum, blowing another ridiculously huge pink bubble which he pops against his teeth with extra drama somehow just to piss you off.

"God Griff, you're so damn annoying! Can't you just sit still for 10 minutes? And I am not your 'babe'."

He grins, chewing noisily as you attempt to shoot daggers at him with your eyes. He's not hard to look at, irritatingly attractive in fact; dark half-buzzed hair, trimmed goatee beard, with dark eyes and tattoos up his arms and on his neck. You couldn't stop yourself wondering where else he might have them.

He snorts. "See somethin' you like darlin'?"

You try not to let him see the way you have to shake yourself out of a stupor from staring at him.

"Yeah, something I'd like to punch." You snap back at him.

He laughs, his hand slapping down on his thick thigh. You're surprised when the sound makes you clench.

"Think you get off on chewing me out baby, I think that fucking pretty mouth of yours needs somethin' else to keep it busy, don't you?"

"C'mere." He crooks his fingers at you like he'd call a dog, laying back on the leather couch and getting comfortable. You curse the way your body is reacting. He looks so fucking good.

You scoff, trying your best to come off as offended. "What? Fuck you." you spit, but it's taking all your self control to stay exactly where you are.

"Oh yeah… you definitely need an attitude adjustment babygirl, and I've got just the perfect fuckin thing for that. Come here. Right fuckin' now."

He orders you, and something deep within you blazes hot at the audacity of him. The self-assured smugness. You can't tell if it's the fire of the job you just finished, anger or desire but you find yourself drawn to him regardless.

"Aw there we go, we're gettin' somewhere now! Just knew you could be a good girl."

You flutter internally at the praise and hope he can't tell you're rapidly losing a battle with your common sense.

"Y'know why I chew gum?" he asks, pulling the shades an inch down his nose, openly looking you up and down.

"S'cos I like having somethin' in my mouth, keeps me calm on a job. See how calm I am right now?" He blows and cracks another bubble. "Get on your knees, sweetheart. "

You can't help yourself, you're being firmly overruled by your now soaking wet pussy and the thought that Griff would be a really good lay. You kneel, your face almost level with his crotch.

"Mm yeah, you like havin' somethin' in your mouth too, huh?" He reaches for his belt, unbuckling it with one hand, the other curling under your chin, guiding you closer as you watch him unzip his jeans, the anticipatory drool almost dripping out the side of your mouth.

"Yeah, you do." Griff smirks when he pulls out his cock and you involuntarily wet your lips as he gives himself a few firm strokes.

"C'mon sweetheart, how 'bout you let me see if you look as good sucking my dick as I've been imagining you do."

You shrug, maybe it would shut him up for a while at the very least.

"Didn't know you felt that way, Griff. Think you can last?"

He winks at you. "Why don't you open up that pretty mouth and we find out?"

Sliding your hands slowly up his denim-clad thighs you wrap one of them around his cock. You're surprised. it's pretty, and thick, and you find you have no qualms about sticking your tongue out and lapping under the head of it. You look up at him through your lashes and he makes a satisfied sound that's all you need to keep going, dragging the flat of your warm tongue all the way along the underside of his cock following the thick vein that pops out from it before taking him into your mouth. He's looking down at you still chewing on that fucking gum as he moans.

"Fuck yes babygirl, fuuuuck… I knew it, just knew that pretty little mouth was made for me." he groans, throwing his head back as you suck. No hope of shutting him up then.

His hands come to your head, stroking your hair and guiding you gently, at first. He grunts as you tease him, swirling your tongue around his tip, sucking just a little and pulling away. If you're doing this you want to make him suffer and he doesn't like that at all.

"You're a minx ain't you, doll? Yeah, dirty little minx…"

He puts more pressure on the back of your head and you've no choice but to take him deeper, jerking off with your hand what you couldn't fit in your mouth, your saliva starting to run down his shaft and drip over his balls.

You moan around his cock, relaxing your throat as much as you can as he pushes you down till your nose is brushing the dark hair at the base.

You hear the loud snap of the bubblegum bursting above you.

"Fuck baby, fuck that's it, yeah yeah… oh shit- goddamn it!"

He's fucking your face now, slow, but still thrusting his hips up, shoving his thick cock down your throat making you gag and your eyes start to water.

"Mm fuck, does that feel better kitten, having me all the way in your smart mouth, keepin' you busy?"

You hear him breathing loud through his nostrils, jolting everytime you bob your head down and his cock hits the back of your throat. When you tease your fingers over his balls, stroking and tugging at them he spits his gum across the room.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Oh m'gonna blow baby, any fuckin' second. You want it? Fff-uck, you want it kitten? Cos I'm gonna fucking give it to you…"

He grunts deep and curses long as you swallow around his pulsing cock and his load hits the back of your throat, his hands holding your head still until he's spilled every drop.

He lets you go and you pull off, licking your lips and wiping your mouth, catching a look at his blissed out expression as he gasps and pants.

You get to your feet.

"Oh, poor baby, you lose your gum? Looks like you need something else to keep your mouth busy now, huh Griff?" You crook your finger at him just as he did as you unzip your pants and as he's emerging from the post-orgasmic haze he twigs what you're saying.

"C'mon and have a taste, I promise it's way better than bubblegum..."

You kick off your shoes and he very enthusiastically helps you tug down your pants and underwear, grabbing you by the hips and throwing you on your back on the couch beside him.

"Well shit, s'that so?" He quirks an eyebrow at you as he removes the stupid shades and throws them aside.

"...and maybe," you purr when he dips down between your spread thighs.

"just maybe it'll shut you up this time."

#griff x reader #griff x female reader #baby driver fan fiction

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a-slutformy-sir · 1 year ago

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A bumpy ride...(Part 2!)

(Go and read part 1 first, pinned on my page) The men drag me naked out of the car into the forest. The forest ground hurts to walk on from not wearing shoes. I feel my cum drip down my leg as my body feels weak after cumming. Your friends seem very excited, almost like dogs in heat. I watch you trail behind, more amused than sexually frustrated. You're patient, you know what is yours. That's one of the things that attracted me to you in the first place, you're always calm, always collected - you're always in control.

"Are you ready slut?" One friend taunts "I know I am!" Another friend declares.

I am pulled not so gently by the arm while I feel another hand grope my boobs. The hands are rough and desperate. I try to pull away but they grip tighter. I wince and pull hard tripping over. "Get up slut" they say forcefully yanking me up. My feet hurt, my arms hurt, but I already know, this will be the least amount of pain I'm going to feel. We get to what they determine is the destination and push me against a tree trunk. They laugh sadistically as they look me up and down, almost like they want to tear my body apart.

I see you take a stance a few feet away, hands in your pockets, excited about the show you're about to watch. I see your eyes trail down my body to the stream of cum down my leg. I squirm in embarrassment. All these men watching me in this position. How humiliating! I feel lips on my neck and hands sliding up my leg and stomach. I try to push away, but hands grip my wrists and push them against the tree trunk.

"Where do you think you're going?" "Yeah we're not even started with you!" "I mean you'd hate to miss out on all the fun"

The friends mock me as a hand pushes my head down until I'm on my knees. I hear pant zippers and my stomach drops...I know what's coming.

I see your friends cock meet my eye level. I try to push my head away but they've grabbed my neck. I try to keep my mouth closed instead, but one friend pinches my nose so I cant breathe. I start to panick as I try to hold my breath, but it's no use. I'm starting to get a little light headed and quickly try to open my mouth to breathe. Without hesitation, I feel a cock push into my mouth and down my throat. I have no warning as my I begin to choke on your friends cock. His not as big as you, but then again I've always struggled to take your full cock (which is why I'm guessing you were practising with the dildo before).

Your friends start jerking themselves off as they move towards me. One friend grabs my tits and starts slapping it.

"Mhmmm", I moan out.

"Oh look, she likes it", the other friend calls out I start to feel my nipple being pulled and twisted. A squeal escapes my mouth. It hurts, and no, I do not like it! "Fuck it feels good when she makes noise and vibrates on my cock", moans the friend whose dick is pushing down my throat.

"If you want her to really make noise, I can help", you say.

"Mmunuph" I try to object with my mouth full of cock.

I feel a small release as your friend's cock leaves my mouth. I feel my body pulled and pushed over a fallen tree with my ass in the air and head getting buried in the dirt. I try to catch my breath, but I'm breathing in the forest floor. One friend sits on top of my back and pushing my body in the tree, making it even harder to breathe or move.

"Go ahead", you say gesturing to your friend and to my mouth again.

I try to pull away but my body is in no position to move. I feel the friend on my back pull my hair and with it my head up while the other friend slides his cock deep into my mouth once again as I begin to squirm. I try to remain calm but my eyes give me away as they begin to water while my air is cut off for a second while I choke on your friend's cock.

I feel hands on my body, and with a *SMACK* I feel a hand imprint on my ass.

"Mhhhmmm!" I moan, unable to form words while your friend's cock entertains my tongue.

"Oh fuck, I think she likes it," Your friend says as his hand spanks my ass again.

"mhmph", I try to protest. I dont like it; my ass stings in the cold air.

"Don't listen to her", you say, "She likes it, trust me. Keep going and find out just how much". You tempt.

I try to meet your eyes with desperation as I watch you approach and bend down to my ear.

"Enjoy yourself, Miss Puddle Pants, seems like you already are" You taunt. Now I really start to panic realising you wont help me. That I wont be able to stop whatever is about to happen and I have no control over this situation or my own body. I feel more hands on me as your friend stops spanking me and grabs my hips. I am nervous; I don't know these guys, what they want, what they'll take.

I feel something cold at the entrance to my pussy. Then without warning I feel two fingers harshly shoved in my pussy. My eyes widen as I try to thrash my body around to get them out and to get your friend off my back. "I thought you liked having something in your pussy slut". Your friend says as he violently fucks my pussy with his fingers.

I start letting out a scream thats mumbled by a dick occupying my throat. Your friends are unpredictable and have no self control. *SMACK* I feel another spank on my ass, harder than before. *SMACK* Another one.

"mfucchkk", I try to mumble out. I am overwhelmed by all the different areas on my body being touched, spanked, fucked. I feel myself getting closer to the edge. With every spank and tear that rolls down my face I get closer to cumming. I dont want them to make me cum but I cant help it. Your friend takes his fingers out and just as quickly shoves his cock into my cunt. Fucking me senseless. "Fuu, fuh, fuhhCCK!" I squeal as my cunt tightens around your friends cock, as I begin to cum for the second time today. But your friend doesn't stop or even slow down, instead he goes harder and faster as my cunt begins to ache. "I knew you liked it slut!" Your friend says. "You've cum twice and haven't even made us cum once. Fucking disgraceful, don't worry we can change that" Your friend says fucking my throat and slapping my face. I feel like an object, just a hole for him as he has no regard for the fact I cant breathe and am choking on his cock.

He grabs my hair and pulls me backwards pulling his cock out of my mouth. suddenly I get hit in the face with hot sticky cum that drips down my face and off my glasses.

"You look like a very pretty whore coated in my cum." Your friend says with a final slap to my face.

"Plea-aase sto-op I-mm d-on-e" I say still being fucked mercilessly. "You're so dumb that you think you get to decide when we're done" "Exactly, especially since I haven't even had my turn with you yet" Suddenly the fucking stops and I feel your friend get off my back. The relief is short lived when I am grabbed by the wrists and pulled up off the fallen tree. One of your friends is lying on the ground and I'm shoved onto all fours ontop of him. A dick gets shoved into my cunt as I continue to get fucked. "Ple-ase it h-hurts. I-I-m be-gging y-you" "Id probably save your begging for this next bit slut" My stomach drops as I feel something at my ass. I feel the excruciating pain as my ass tries to stretch around your friends cock. I begin to cry from the pain but he doesn't seem to care. Mascara and tears stream down my cum covered face. "Fuck shes so tight" As I feel his cock stretch my ass while my pussy continues to be fucked. I feel like my body is going to rip apart. I start to sob as they both pick up the pace. "Can someone shut her up?" Your friend groans. "I know what will shut her up" I hear as a cock fills my mouth. I don't even try and fight it, I'm in too much pain, too tired to fight. I just let it happen, I have no choice. "Does it feel good to be fucked by three guys at once?" I hear you taunt for a few feet away as you watch me get violated. "You clearly seem to like it. Of course you do, you've always been a slut wanting all the guys attention. How does it feel to have all the attention on you?" I feel humiliated being in this position, all because I wanted to cum. "Fuck I'm gonna cum" "Ugh me too" and with that my pussy and ass are filled with cum. I feel it all try to drip out as they take their cocks out and get up. "Woah can't let too much fall out" I hear you say as I feel something painfully go into my ass. "Here we go, this buttplug will be a perfect plug for the ride home. Oh and cant forget about your pussy. Here's the dildo you seem to love having in your pussy" You say shoving the dildo into my pussy. "After all, we don't want you making a mess of the car" I cant even answer or moan as I'm too distracted choking on the cum that's dripping down my throat as your friend finishes spraying the last drops onto my tits. Your friends zip up their pants leaving me collapsed in the dirt covered in cum with a dildo in my pussy and a plug in my ass. "Get up" "Come on we got to go" They say pulling me up to my feet. "You better not let anything fall out walking back to the car" You warn. I try walking back to the car, waddling and trying to wipe my face. Im much slower than the others as I clench the dildo around my cunt but they don't seem to mind. As we get to the car they throw me a towel to put around myself. "I wonder if now that you're double plugged the bumps on the way home will be even more fun" You say as we get to the car. I go to sit down but its too painful between the spanking and toys in me. Yet you push me to sit as I let out a gasp and another tear falls. "Just make sure not to cum, because you know exactly what my friends get to do to you if you do." You say winking and closing the car door.

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justmoreocs-writing · 6 months ago

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Grief was a strange bedfellow. Dick had seen people react to it in different ways. He’d seen friends calm up, seen others become more outrageous in their reactions to things; he’d seen people cut off all their hair, and others that completely redecorated their houses. Dick’s grief, he found, made him want to help those he cared about even more than normal; to distract himself by being of use to them in some way. To help them find a way out of the darkness because in doing so he could pull himself out of it as well.

Teddy was easy to help, he wore everything on his sleeve and pretty much told Dick what he needed from him. Alfred, in his own way, was easy to assist as well because of his own level way of coping. Bruce was harder, but at least with him Alfred could help; the man had already raised him through one unimaginable grief. But A.J. Kane made helping her almost impossible. Made Dick wonder if perhaps he wasn’t such a good friend to her after all.

For days she’d been successfully avoiding him. Hiding until late at night when he couldn’t viably talk to her without being accused of stopping her catching up on some well needed rest.

He found her sitting on the roof in the end, an unlit cigarette perched between her lips, arms curled around her knees which were pulled to her chest.

‘I’m gonna kill him,’ she vowed, her voice far steadier than Dick had imagined. ‘A fucking vote.’

‘Amy –’

‘Don’t,’ she snapped, rounding on him in an instant. There was a fire of hatred behind her dark brown eyes that very almost had Dick backing away a pace. There was such an intensity there that he didn’t recognise.

Dick desperately wanted to hug her, to assure her that he could hold her together if she needed to feel broken for a time. She was barely holding on, and he hated how helpless he felt. Hated that he hadn’t realised the anger boiling inside her, hadn’t done more to help her temper it before it utterly destroyed her.

‘I will kill The Joker, Dick,’ she said, though he heard the hair’s breadth crack of grief in her voice, the one she was desperately trying to keep leashed. Even around him.

‘Don’t let him drag you down to his level, A.J.,’ he pleaded, crouching beside her. Forcing himself not to reach out.

‘He has to pay,’ she said savagely. This close, Dick could see the tears glistening in her eyes; the ones she was desperately trying to keep back. ‘He can’t get away with this.’

‘Are you going to kill everybody that voted to save themselves?’ he asked softly.

‘No.’

Dick loosened a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. A.J. was shattering, but she wasn’t completely broken just yet. She hadn’t taken the step that he wasn’t sure he could pull her back from.

A.J. sucked in a stuttering breath, before collapsing on herself. She buried her face in her knees, and Dick saw the way her back shook with the sobs she hadn’t allowed herself to release until then.

‘A.J.,’ he cooed softly, gently wrapping his arms around her.

It was a true testament to how broken she’d felt that A.J. didn’t fight it. In fact, she leant against him, burrowing against his chest as Dick carefully rested his chin on the top of her head. He just hoped he’d be able to help her find a way back to herself, before she made good on the vow he knew she was still holding on to.

#ocappreciation #Made By Me #Drabble #The Making of a Hero #Nightwing OCs #Canon: Richard Grayson #Amelia Jane Kane #Canon: Dick Grayson #A.J. Kane

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The green armoured Daimyo

CHAPTER 5 / THE WAITING

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Boba Fett x f!reader 6k words War is trying to creep up more and more, but you find out Boba also has a very soft heart. What will happen? Will Boba make it out this fight alive? Your worry is back and stronger than ever Dom! Boba Fett x sub! Reader Chapter warnings: creepy strange man (but nothing bad happens!), soft Boba, reader is having very bad anxiety Mando'a translations: mesh'la - beautiful dala - woman

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''Stay there a minute'' Boba says, rising himself off your bed. You watch still laying on the bed as he enters the fresher, hearing him run the tap and return with a damp cloth in his hand.

He stands back between your legs and slowly bringing the cloth to your face. Wiping under your eyes and chin, properly cleaning the mess from the throne room. Then when he's finished he lowers back between your legs and wipes down inside your thighs and along your folds, which causes you to shiver due to your pussy still being sensitive.

The whole time you're just watching his face, his expression so relaxed. You couldn't believe this was the same man you could hear earlier, the man who seemed so angry that you for a moment thought he would fire you. That this face belongs to the man who rules here and people fear, this beautiful man.

''You okay mesh'la?'' He asks, his voice so soft.

You nod and say ''yeah... are you? Since, you know, I heard your disagreement with Fennec... I know you're worried'' daring for answers about his anger earlier. He places the cloth on your night stand and you sit up, your head level with his chest.

''I'm not worried, just a little stressed, but it's nothing for you to worry over'' he says, resting his hand on your cheek and making you look up at him, ''you'll be safe here regardless of what happens now.''

That statement calms you a little, knowing that he was considering your safety.

''I really wasn't trying to overhear before. Drash just told me to avoid the throne room, since she found me waiting in the kitchen'' you inform him, wanting him to know you really weren't trying to eavesdrop.

His hand strokes your cheek as a smirk comes onto his face, ''where you waiting for me, little one? Thinking about the reward?''

Your face starts to burn up out of embarrassment, but at least he did remember what he kind of promised.

''Oh, such an innocent little thing'' he mumbles, his gaze hard on you. Then his face lowers to yours, his lips slowly leaning into yours and placing a small kiss on them. You lean into his for more, but he stops and says ''maker, if I could take you right now.''

''Please'' you whisper against his lips as you kiss him again.

As you do you feel him smirk against you and say ''not yet, got to get you ready for my dick, otherwise I'll break you.'' There was a slight cockiness behind his words, but you also knew he was weirdly correct. You'd taken his cock in your mouth and knew how thick and big he was. You had already feared a little by how your pussy would take him, so it gave you some ease he was trying to prep you.

But also helped you relax, that he did intend to carry whatever this is on and fuck you.

Boba then pulls back and runs a hand through your hair, the look on his face gives you butterflies in your stomach. His face seemed so relaxed and calm. His brown eyes seemed a little lighter, and his brow wasn't as tense. No man had ever looked at you like this, it was like he was admiring you, like you were this special thing.

For a moment you are just staring into each other eyes in silence, sitting in this beautiful moment.

Sadly though the moment does end as Boba pulls back, picking up his helmet and says ''you best rest, can't have you tired all day tomorrow because you were too busy thinking about this'' a smirk is back on his face as he plants a kiss on your forehead.

So you nod and reply ''you best rest too, please don't be stressing all night.''

He strokes your head and turns to go, but before he does says ''sleep well princess'' and with that he is gone.

You let out a heavy breath and fall back onto the bed. Boba Fett really was something special, something you hoped to find more about and have more fun with.

***

You are standing in your kitchen as you wait for your caf to be finished making. Today was your day off luckily, so you decided to take it slow, maybe find some hobby to try whilst in the Palace.

Sitting on your couch scrolling through your datapad looking at the layout of the Palace again to see if there was anywhere special to go to, but unfortunately you couldn't find anywhere. It wasn't surprising, Jabba didn't seem like the type to have much happening outside of parties, hunters, and spice; and it wasn't like Fortuna was going to do much either.

Maybe you should talk to Boba about expanding parts of the Palace, make it more liveable?

There were so many little things you wished to speak with him about, but whenever he was actually nearby all thoughts go.

So you down your drink and decide to go find him. You fix the dress you are wearing and wander through the corridors, leading yourself to the throne room, where he was once again holding court.

You walk in and sit in one of booths at the back of the room, you'll wait until everyone has gone to speak to him you think. The room wasn't as busy as it was yesterday, but enough for you to feel intimidated. You could feel a few people side eyeing you, or just staring directly at your chest that was slightly out. It made you uncomfortable, but you also knew Fennec and Boba both had an eye on the whole room so you know that even if someone dared to do something either one of them would stop it.

So you relax in the booth as you watch people present and speak to Boba. He was sitting in the same position as always, looking as hot as ever. You wish you could rip his armour off his body and see him, get to touch his body all over.

Wondering if he had noticed your appearance yet, you imagine he probably has since his hunting instincts would kick in. Yet he didn't make it visibly obvious he had, unable to know if his eyes were on you or not.

''This is ridiculous'' someone says next to you. You turn to see a tall human man, he had short red hair, an eyepatch and was wearing all black clothing.

You give him a confused look and say ''what sorry?'' You weren't fully sure what he was indicating to, and even if he was speaking to you. Also when did he appear? This booth was empty when you entered and you don't remember seeing anyone else coming towards you.

''This, all of this. Don't you reckon? We have a new leader of the undercity, but yet he has done nothing but try to start a war with the Pykes. He is wasting everyone's time'' the man turns to you, you watch his eye wander up and down your body.

''I mean, he's not the one trying to start that war, they are. If anything he is trying to save everyone on this planet and make it safer'' you reply, staring directly at his face, his eye finally catching yours again.

A smirk appears on his lips as you skin crawls, ''why are you defending him? You seem way too unskilled to be another hunter, too pretty to be a spice dealer, and you're clearly not a slave. Or are you?'' He moves closer to you, almost backing you into the corner ''or are you just his personal fuck toy?''

His body was right next to you now, he leans one arm against the back of the chair. ''You're just here for his pleasure, right? Is that why you've got your body all on display? Fucking the king everyday.''

''Fuck off'' you mutter under your breath, looking disgusted at him.

However he doesn't, he just puts his head closer as you turn away, seeing Boba's helmet locked onto the situation. You see his hand signal for you to come over, watching a few peoples heads turn to the booth.

You go to stand up as the man whispers ''that's right, be a good slut and go to daddy.''

Next thing you know your foot is pressed hard against his crotch, his body clenches over to hold the area you just kicked. ''Fucking bitch'' he mumbles, so you use all your strength to slam his head into the table.

A few gasps are heard through the room, your eyes popping out your head at your own reaction. He deserved it, but you don't know what came over you. Your head slowly turns to the throne, Fennec is stood at the top of the steps now, clearly trying to see what was happening. She says something to Boba but you're too far away to hear her, even though the room is almost silent.

Boba then stands from his throne as he says ''guards escort him out.''

The two Gamorreans walk over to the table, one pulls him out the booth and forces him to stand. Once he does he turns to you and mumbles ''enjoy it while you can, princess.'' His voice was venomous, just complete nastiness for no apparent reason, what caused him to be so spiteful over you defending Boba for a couple of seconds? The guards then shove him to the stairs as everyone watches him be escorted out.

Once he's out of sight, everyone's eyes are back on you, you feel like you're on fire. You don't know what to do, part of you wants to leave as this was uncomfortable, but you also wanted to be with Boba where you felt safe. But that would be embarrassing, plus it meant everyone's eyes were on you again.

''Everyone take 10, please go and wait upstairs'' Fennec orders.

You watch as the guests shuffle out the room, some staring back at you. The glances full of confutation, some full of anger for interrupting, but some full of sympathy.

Then the room was empty, it was only you and Boba left, Fennec going with the guests.

''Come here'' Boba says, his hand again signalling you to come over. You move slowly over, what if he is angry at you? At the end of the day he had to pause his court because of you, because you kicked a man in the crotch. Even if he did deserve it, no one else knew that.

You make your way up the steps of the platform, now standing right next to him. He reaches a hand to the back of your head and makes you look directing into his visor. ''Are you okay, little one?'' His voice is now so soft and caring.

All you can do is nod, your body feeling overwhelmed by the events that just happened. He must have sensed it as he pulls your body close to his, you hold his shoulders with your hands resting on his neck as you let out a shaky breath. ''It's alright, he's gone. You're safe I promise'' he reassures you.

Tears fall from your eyes as you press into his cold armour, how could this 'feared bounty hunter' be so gentle and caring?

''Oh, princess'' he mumbles when you shake a little from the quiet crying. He strokes the back of your head with one hand and the other you hear lift his helmet off, hearing him place it somewhere. Placing a soft kiss on the top of your head, then he pulling his body back a little, causing you to lower your head.

He shuffles backwards to sit on his throne, he then pats his thigh as he softly says ''come on'' and you slowly place yourself on his thighs. Your back against one the arm rests as he pulls you closer to him to get you comfier, laying your legs across his.

Boba places a hand on your cheek and pulls your gaze to his, his eyes full of sympathy. ''I'm sorry'' you whisper out.

His eyebrows lower as he says ''what are you apologising for? He was insulting you, making you uncomfortable. He deserved it'' he reassures you.

''But I caused a scene, made you pause your court-''

''Who cares?'' Boba cuts you off, ''if you hadn't of done anything when you did then I would've done much worse to him.'' There is a slight look in his eyes, and it confirms to you that he is true to his words. There is a mix of anger and disgust that makes you aware he really would have done.

You don't say anything, not really sure what to say. You just sit there quietly in Boba's lap whilst he strokes your cheek and stares at your face. So you slowly meet his eyes and just say ''I should go.''

''Why?'' His voice still so soft, you don't understand how this is all the same man sometimes.

''You've got stuff to do, a planet to rule. I'm just... in the way'' you say, sitting up but Boba just places a hand on your knee. Your eyes once again catching, ''I don't want to be in the way'' you quietly repeat.

He just pulls your body closer and he wipes the tears off your face, ''you're not in the way, why would you think that?''

All you do is shrug, you're deep in your thoughts thinking about what that guy said. Did everyone know you were fucking around with Boba? Even though you were yet to actually sleep with him, was it that obvious? Is that how Boba viewed you, like really deep down? Just seeing you as someone he wanted to fuck and move on from?

''Hey'' Boba says snapping you out your thoughts, his tone still so soft. ''Don't take any of that bantha fodder seriously.''

Once again it was like he was able to hear your thoughts, saying what you just needed hearing at the exact moment. Yet his words didn't calm you, it just means he heard what exactly was said.

He taps your leg as he says ''do you want to meet the rancor?'' Causing you to give him a confused look, but you gathered he must be trying to brighten the mood a little. So you give him a nod, then he helps move you off him. Holding your hand as he shows you the way down to the pit. His grip on you is gentle, but powerful. Making you aware he wasn't going to let go.

You were once again in part of the Palace you had yet been in, heading through the old rooms that had been abandoned long before Boba became in charge. You then reach a door that you assume is the entrance to the pit, watching Boba press the bottom as the door rose. He enters first, his arm leaning back to still hold your hand as he pulls you into the room.

The rancor is massive! You had never actually seen one before, only hearing about them in stories, so you weren't sure what to expect.

Boba then lets go of your hand as he heads towards the front of the beast, stroking next to its eye. ''Hey, I've brought a guest to meet you'' his voice is so chippy. He has not sounded this happy before and it warms your heart. He signals for you to come over and says ''he likes being stroked here'' pointing at a spot on the cheek.

You cautiously move towards it, placing your hand next to his and you stroke the area. The rancors skin was soft, not how you expected at all. His big brown eye stared at you as it let out a quiet noise, unsure if it was a good or bad thing.

''I think he likes you'' Boba smiles next to you.

You turn to him and reply ''how do you know?''

Boba then moves behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, placing as kiss on your cheek. ''Maybe he can also spot when there is a mesh'la dala near by'' he replies.

''What... what does that word mean? You said it the first time we met and you say it... a lot'' you ask. You were scared to in case he would never tell, he was saying it in another langue for a reason at the end of the day.

''What, mesh'la?'' He asks placing a kiss on your neck as you nod in response. ''Beautiful.''

You feel your body burn up, hot flushes over you. He had been complimenting you this whole time? And you never knew. From the night you met he had been calling you beautiful?

He chuckles behind you clearly noticing your body changes, placing another kiss on your neck. His hands are still so soft on you, holding you so gently, making you feel so cared, feeling so warm inside.

''T-thank you'' you whisper, after all he had been complimenting you, it was only right to be respectful and thankful to him.

Boba just pulls you closer, holding you against him. He was being so caring right now, was this who he really was? Under all this armour and away from the bounty hunter and daimyo façade was just a gentle, beautiful man?

You're still stroking the rancor, Boba's hand then landing on yours. You just stare at it, remembering this image and moment.

The pair of you stay there for a little while, staying in silence until Fennec sent a message to ask if it was okay to send the guests back in. Boba told her to give him a few more minutes as the both of you exited the pit. He asked what you wished to do, if you wanted to come back to the court or go to your quarters.

So you decide to go back to your quarters, you didn't want those people to be looking at you again. Boba offered to walk you back and even though you said it was fine and didn't want to waste more of his time, he insisted.

When you reached your room and unlocked the door you notice Boba just staring at you. ''Everything okay?'' Your voice sounded so quiet, you couldn't read his expression and what was going through his head.

''I need to go off planet for a couple of days, I have a lead on an ally'' he says. You feel your heart drop for a minute, the idea of him being gone for a few days upset you for some reason. ''I'm worried I could upset Santo, but that damn trandoshan may be my only option right now.''

Bringing a trandoshan here after what Krrsantan did to another one of their race the other day seemed a little risky, but Boba wasn't stupid and knew what to do.

''I'm not even sure if he's still alive, but he could help'' he adds.

''When will you go?'' You ask, trying to not sound upset by the sudden news.

Boba gets closer to you and places a hand on your shoulder, ''later today, after court really. Don't worry, Fennec will still be here'' he informs you. Which does calm you a bit to know you won't be alone, however it means he will be. You know he knows how to defend for himself, and clearly knows what he is doing, but it doesn't stop you worrying.

He brings a hand to your cheek and sooths you, he must have sensed your sadness as he says ''I'll be back before you know it.''

You give him a soft smile and say ''just be safe, please.''

A smirk comes onto his face as he cockily says ''little one, come on. You think I can't handle things myself?'' You go to reply before he adds ''plus, I did promise you yesterday I plan to fuck you finally, and I stay true to my word.''

You giggle at his attempt to reassure you, and in some weird way it does.

So you lean up and place a small kiss on his lips, causing him to deepen it a bit. His lips pressed soft against yours, like he was savouring the moment instead of trying to make out with you.

''Boss, the guests are getting tired'' Fennec's voice appears over the com as you both smile against the kiss.

''Go on, I'll see you in a few days'' you smile at him.

Boba pulls back and gives you a warm smile in return, ''be good while I'm gone, don't be missing my dick too much.'' Him just being back to teasing you as always, as you giggle back at him.

Then you just stand there as you watch him head back to the throne room, informing Fennec to send them back in in a few minutes. You close your door as you smile to yourself, leaning against it.

*****

About three days passed without Boba being here, the Palace felt so empty and so quiet. It was depressing without him honestly, you missed just feeling his presence around. Luckily though you had managed to spend some time with Fennec, on the second night after he left you two sat at the bar and had a drink, you didn't really talk about much but you feel like she just missed him too and wanted some company.

The pair of you just laughed over silly things, shared a few memories and just got closer. Fennec had had such an interesting life, had been to so many planets that you've never even heard of, and met so many unique people. You could listen to her talk about her life for hours, wanting to know more, but it also made you more interested in wanting to learn more about Boba's life too as you imagined it was similar.

However the days just dragged, bored mindless with no real structure to the days as Fennec ran things differently.

''Hey'' her voice appeared as from the throne room steps as you headed back to your quarters, you turned to her as she said ''wanna get out of here for a few hours?''

''Please, I can't stare at these walls all day again'' you enthusiastically reply.

She gives you a warm smile as she heads down the steps to you, ''great. I need to go into Mos Eisley, think I've finally got a way to speak to an ally.'' You catch up to her as she rushes to a spare speeder bike, ''and I thought you could do with time out of here.''

Following her as she preps the bike for you both and coms in with Skad to tell him to look after the Palace while she is out. The garage felt so empty and had loads of space due to the lack of Boba's ship, sadness filling your heart reminding you he was gone. You're pulled back to what was happening as Fennec indicates to the bike for you to climb behind her, she does the same as Drash did and pulls your arms around her waist. ''I think Boba would kill me if you got damaged, so hold on'' she chuckles.

Before you can reply she starts the bike up and you speed out the doors, heading for the town. Your eyes squint a little to the bright suns beaming down on you, the sound of the slight breeze passing through your ears. She wasn't going as fast as Drash, which was most likely due to her bike being better, so there wasn't much sand kicking up and no need for goggles.

As the journey quiets down you ask ''what did you mean by that? You know, the comment about B-Boba.''

You feel her stomach move as she laughs to herself, ''seriously? You really think me, out of all people in the Palace, wouldn't notice something was happening? Plus with his whole reaction to what happened in court the other day? It's kind of obvious.''

Oh, well you guessed that made sense. Her being a master assassin would mean she would pick on ques differently, seeing a person starting to act a little different. So you just let out a quiet ''oh'' to her response.

''I don't really care about it as long as you two aren't fucking right in front of me'' she adds, ''plus, I know how he can get, so just tell me and I'll knock him right.''

You giggle against her back and relaxed. Knowing that she was okay with whatever you and Boba had going on helped you calm down a little, you didn't want to intrude on their friendship and everything. It's almost like you were awaiting her approval, not like you had any real idea were things with Boba were going.

Where were they going? What exactly were you two? Fuck buddies who hadn't actually fucked but did plan to eventually but still haven't yet?

Maybe Boba will give you a good indication soon after all this blows over with the Pykes, you just wanted to know how much to expect from him. You didn't want to grow attached to him too strong if it was just wanting to fuck you and then move onto a new person after, or if it was just purely a fucking bases only.

It didn't really bother you what he would wanna label it, it was more so you had an idea of what you were now involved in.

As it stands currently you had a lot of care for him, he made you always feel special and welcomed around him, but that didn't really mean much. Many people have always been so nice to you, so caring and gentle, but turned around to be the opposite when they didn't get their own way.

Was he the same? Is this what Fennec was trying to warn you about?

Your thoughts are cut off as a city comes into view, you assume this is Mos Eisley. It was different to Mos Espa, from a basic look it was the same but there were differences. For starters it seems busier here than Mos Espa was, this clearly being the main point. Watching as the city comes closer and closer to you, Fennec slowing down as you reach the edge of it. All the buildings were the same light brown and yellow shades, there not being a lot of massive differences.

Fennec pulls up into a random hanger, handing the owner a bag of credits to park the bike. You both climb off it and head into town. ''Alright, I'm gonna look around and find any information about our ally, why don't you head round the markets?'' Fennec suggests.

''Yeah, but I have no idea where they are... I've never been outside of Mos Espa'' you awkwardly say.

She smiles, ''they’re just up towards that cantina to the left'' pointing to the area she's on about. ''Also, take this'' she says handing you a com device, ''I'll com you later to meet back up, or just com me if you're in any trouble.''

You tuck it into your pocket as you nod, and follow her directions towards the cantina. The streets are busy, there seemed to be more 'tourist' here, more non locals. You question why anyone would come to this junk of a planet, when you remember that people probably thought that about you. But then the sadness kicks in thinking about how many of these people also ran from some type of civil war, this being their best or even last resort of being safe?

You look back and see Fennec has already gone, meaning you were completely alone now. So you clutch your credits in your pocket tighter as you get closer to the markets. Wondering what different merchandise you could find here compared to 'home'.

The first stall you look at is full of trinkets and jewellery. You scan over them as you try to find anything that would suit you, your eyes looking at a few of the rings. You jokingly think to yourself that if you're going to be fucking the king why not dress and accessories yourself nicer too?

So you pick up about four different rings, the owner of the stall suggesting a matching necklace and bracelet. You consider it, trying to not worry about the money side of it, they were pretty why not enjoy yourself and feel nice? You purchase them and head towards the next stall, oddly you weren't as anxious or anything while being here as you thought you might have been.

Every stall the owners were so nice, not too talkative that it was annoying, but enough that you felt welcomed and informed. You end up at another stall full of fruit, this one being different from what you had seen in Mos Espa.

Your eyes scan over the fruits as a low rumble appears, everyone's heads look up as you do the same. Next thing you see is a silver ship flying fast quickly over, leaving your sight as quickly as it entered in. It seemed like a few people were confused, that must have not been a common thing that happened. What was it then?

''Here, try this'' the fruit stalls owner says pulling your attention back to them. The woman hands you a small plate with this purple fruit on it, calling it a jogan. You took a small bite and it tasted amazing. She informed you how she also owns another stall that has tarts and pies made out of it. So you follow her there and buy a couple of the small tarts, you and Fennec could enjoy them tonight and have a drink.

The next stall you go to is full of these beautiful dresses, all handmade from the stalls owner. Your gaze lands on this dark yellow dress, it kept the chest covered but had a slit up both sides for your thighs. It felt so comfortable, not what you expected, but you loved it regardless. Buying it thinking about how you hope you have an occasion to wear it.

After about an hour you're tired of the stalls and go to find somewhere for a cup of caf, when Fennec is ready she can just com you and you'll just inform her where you are. The place you go to is small, the caf was nice enough.

All the locals you had met so far were really nice, you wonder what it must be like here and how much different it is compared to Mos Espa. You just sit in your thoughts, missing home again, but this time actual home. You try to stop worrying about the possible war Boba had been preparing for, trying to convince yourself everything will be okay and everyone will be safe, that this won't be a repeat of home.

Boba and Fennec were both smart and skilled people, you trusted them to keep you safe, but the anxiety was sitting there at the back of your head. The Palace was too far away from the closest star-port so if war did kick off then that would be it, there would be nowhere to go.

What if Boba just went out on patrol and never comes back? Or Fennec?

What if they all left to go out to fight and you're left alone, and none of them come back?

Would the Pykes take over the Palace? What would happen to you? How would you even know, just left alone in the Palace with no real way to fend for yourself, would you be killed or be kept as a slave?

You're staring into the brown liquid in the cup resting on the table, trying to take a deep breath in to calm yourself but nothing is working. You just keep worrying.

Where there Pykes here, in Mos Eisley? What if they had hurt Fennec? Maker you should've stayed together, her blood could be on your hands all because you left her alone.

How will you get back to the Palace? Do you have to start a new live here and start new once again or do you jump planet and find somewhere else?

''Come in, please'' a voice pulls you out of your trance, ''maker, answer me.''

It took you a moment to register what was going on. You grab the com out your pocket and hear Fennec's voice coming through, a hint of worry in her voice. ''Where did she kriffing go?'' she mumbles to herself.

You pull the com close to you and press the button, ''h-hi, sorry Fennec.''

''Thank the maker, where are you?'' Her voice seems so relieved, causing you to feel guilty you left her to worry. How long had you been spaced out in your head? It had been a while were your body had reacted this way to those type of thoughts, last time it happened was not long after you started at the Sanctuary. This didn't even happen when Boba and Fennec took charge.

You give her the directions on where you were, waiting for her to turn up. When she does she looks a little annoyed, you assume it's because of you. She sits down next to you at the table and stares at you, you think she's about to lecture you but her face and body language changes.

''What's happened? You're pale'' Fennec says. She pulls a glove off and touches your forehead, ''you're pretty warm, are you okay?''

''I-I'm fine... just thinking about stuff'' you awkwardly reply.

''Wanna talk about it?'' Her voice is now so caring, what is with these ex-bounty hunters and having these caring and kind hearts?

You shake your head, ''no... it's fine. Maybe another time when I've had more to drink.'' So she just nods giving you a little smile, ''anyway, how was your led on the ally? Did you find them?''

Her posture straightens as her smile grows, ''I did. He said he'd help, and he'll be back in a couple of hours as he had things to do.''

A wave of relief passes over you, at least there was someone else here now to stop the Pykes. Your worrying before feels so stupid now, your brain just spiralling over literally nothing.

The pair of you head back to the bike, she didn't really tell you much about this ally other than he is a very good fighter and refused to take the credits. Who was this man? For him to trust and know Boba enough to help him for free means they must be close then.

The ride back to the Palace was quiet, you trying to fight your thoughts going off track and panicking again. You didn't want to space out again and fall of the bike or something. Trying to focus on the nice little day out you had, buying new jewellery and tarts to try, a couple of small trinkets to make your quarters a little more life like.

Before you know it you're pulling up to the Palace garage, Fennec pressing a button on her belt as the door opens. As it slowly opens you notice that it's back, Slave 1 is here. Which means he is back.

You contain your excitement and hold back your smile as get off the bike, heading to your room to throw your items in before going to find Boba. When you reach your room you put the tarts on the side in your mini kitchen, heading into the bathroom to clean up yourself a little. Smiling to yourself in the mirror and turn to leave the room, but as you open the door he is already there with a soft smile on his face.

#boba fett #the green armoured daimyo #100lxtters #boba fett x reader #boba fett x f!reader #boba fett x female reader #the book of boba fett #star wars #boba fett fanfiction #18+ fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

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bylightofdawn · 2 years ago

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WIP Sunday

Woof I barely made this in time. I'd made a snarky comment about how WIP Sunday doesn't need to be 1200 words and then turned around and am offering 1800+ words. I am an actual clown. This one is a very rough ride, NGL.

Slick and Cody are both super angry and being enormous dicks to one another. And I know some idiot reader is going to read this and prolly accuse me of demonizing the Jedi because of Slick's very loud and critical takes on the Jedi. Just like...ignoring that is the character traits he's been given in canon. And maybe I'm being a little harsh labeling them as being an idiot but strawman tumblr arguments or ones made deliberately taking things in the worst amount of bad faith whilst ignoring the nuance of the topic is exhausting and I don't have the time or patience to engage in that bullshit.

So please, don't come for my throat, I don't espouse his radical ideals even if I do understand his message wasn’t completely wrong if you squint and turn your head to the side. Though at the end of the day, at its core it’s still very much a bad faith straw man argument.

As always this is super rough, has not even begun to be edited and I will prolly change it before it actually gets posted yadda yadda

When Cody came to, it was a confusing and slow process as his sluggish brain struggled to interpret and process what was going on. He was laying on a soft surface, the softest surface he’d felt in weeks of sleeping on duracrete with the thinest of threadbare blankets for padding.

His brain recognized it as a bed and noted the other subtle changes such as the fact that his arm didn’t feel completely on fire. He still felt like he’d been run over by a Walker but in comparison to how he’d felt earlier, even with the low-grade headache that always accompanied being stunned, he still felt markedly better.

Then the realize he’d been stunned set in and the memory of Slick standing over him glowering returned and Cody immediately tried to sit up only to find himself impeded by the fact he seemed to be strapped down to the bed.

When he looked down, it didn’t appear to be traditional binders so much as hastily tied rope and even strips of fabric in places. This gave Cody some hope because, with enough work, he might be able to squirm and wiggle enough to loosen the knots enough he could make his escape.

“Calm down, Commander. Those are just to make sure you don’t try and attack me while we’re talking.” Slick’s voice came from the foot of the bed, and the unfriendly-looking clone stood there, having appeared seemingly out of nowhere with his arms crossed over his chest.

“What the hell is this, Slick?”

“Some would classify it as helping though I doubt you’ll appreciate the amount of effort it took for me to cart your unconscious ass all the way back here.”

“Where is here?” Cody just glossed over that complaint, refusing to even acknowledge it.

“My ship, clearly.”

Cody couldn’t quite mask his inhale of shock as that news reached his ears. How the hell had Slick managed to pull that off?

“How…how are you not rotting in a prison cell right now?”

The other clone’s expression shuttered before his eyes and he was suddenly completely unreadable. “That’s really not any of your business.”

“Cut the bantha poodoo. You clearly escaped somehow but you actually seem to be thriving.”

“Ah, so you’re jealous I found my feet as a free man while you quite literally rotted away in some lower-level death trap.” Slick mused with an edge of vicious satisfaction. “I guess all those years of kissing the boots of your Jedi master didn’t really teach you any useful skills for anything beyond being a soldier.”

Anger kindled in Cody’s heart in the face of those taunting words. “If you think I give a whit for the words of a traitor, you’re vastly overestimating yourself.”

“Of course not. You’ve always been a sanctimonious prick. If you’d listened to me all those years ago on Christophis maybe you wouldn’t have to lead your men into literal slavery courtesy of the Empire.”

“You-” Cody looked absolutely apoplectic as white-hot rage welled within him and the sudden need to find a way to free himself and punch this shabuir in the mouth repeatedly until he couldn’t spew his bantha shit suffused his entire being. He started to yank at the bindings holding him to the bed with rage-fueled aggression.

He wanted to feel an ounce of satisfaction when Slick started to look at him warily and his hand drifted down to the butt of his blaster. Cody didn’t want to get stunned a second time in one day but if had even the tiniest of chances to punch Slick in the fact, he’d take that tradeoff.

“You don’t get to speak to me about Christophis ever. You betrayed your brothers and fellow soldiers and assisted the people trying to kill us. You got your brothers killed!”

“I’m a traitor for refusing to assist the bastards who enslaved us and used us as literal cannon fodder in their bantha shit war? Over more territory they were trying to steal from people who refused to give in to their expansionist ideals!”

“We weren’t slaves!”

“We were you’ve just got your head so far up your ass you cannot even recognize that even now, we’re still slaves. The Jedi and the Republic had years to fix our situation. To pass legislation to give us personhood, but instead, that was too damned inconvenient because Little Gods forbid their meat droid soldiers to get radial ideas like not wanting to perpetuate their bloody wars on the backs of their dying brothers.”

“Sithspit, you’re just trying to justify your selfish actions during the war!”

“The same could be said for you, vod.” Slick spat that word like it was venomous or unclean. “You’re just as complicit in the slavery of your own brothers. You should have been advocating for us from the start. If even a handful of you kriffing Clone Marshals had put your foot down and fought for us then maybe we wouldn’t be in this position now where our brothers are being treated as the actual property of the Empire.”

Those words hit especially hard, and Cody couldn’t suppress his flinch when they struck true and dug bloody barbs in his heart. Slick’s words only echoed the things that had been running through his mind for months now.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said somewhat lamely.

“I know firsthand what I’m talking about. You wondered how I escaped prison? I didn’t, the Empire gathered all of us imprisoned clones and were going to ship us off to some place where they were probably going to dissect or experiment on us. It was sheer luck that they got intercepted by a cell of brothers who were freeing us before we could disappear into an Imperial blacksite.” Slick stated flatly, his expression and eyes deadly serious.

“If Captain Howzer and his men hadn’t found us, I doubt I’d be alive.”

Cody’s eyes went wide with shock. “Howzer is alive? I thought we’d lost him on Ryloth.”

“Nope, he questioned his masters too much, and they threw him in an Imperial prison. He was going to suffer a fate similar to mine when he was rescued by a team of rogue clones rescuing other clones. That’s what I’ve been doing for the past few months. Trying to find and rescue as many brothers as I can and getting them off of Coruscant and out of Imperial captivity.”

Cody found himself frowning as he ceased pulling at his bindings. He hadn’t heard anything about this in his time. There had been a marked increase of clones who had defected, and he’d chalked it up to them getting fed up with the Empire as he had.

Maybe some of them had ended up being exfiltrated by clones like Slick, of all people. For some reason, that thought unsettled him to his very core.

“And what? Now you’re suddenly a freedom fighter trying to rescue as many clones as possible?” He didn’t even bother to try and mask his skepticism.

“I’ve always been a freedom fighter for our brothers. And unlike you lot living in your lofty towers above the rest of us, I’ve actually been making effective changes in the lives of our brothers.”

“I’m sure you thought of our brothers when you took Ventress’s blood money.”

Slick’s jaw went tight enough that the muscles in it bunched up as he bit down on his molars hard enough he very nearly broke them.

“Yes, I karked up, I’m man enough to admit that, unlike certain people in this room. But I spent nearly three years enjoying Republic hospitality, I won’t rest until every clone has been rescued from Imperial captivity. Including sanctimonious little shits like yourself.”

“I’m sure you’re doing this from the kindness of your own heart and not because you’re playing yet another angle.”

“You could never understand my reasoning because even now, you continue to propagate this myth that the Jedi were these wholesome, perfect people who could do no wrong. Rather than facing the truth that they let us remain enslaved because it was convenient for their war efforts, and even if they were sympathetic to our situation, they still stood aside for three years. They didn’t advocate for us in any way.”

“You’re completely wrong about the Jedi. They did try and improve the lives of clones and were fighting for our rights. The damned Senate wouldn’t listen.”

“Then maybe you Clone Marshals should have kriffing done something. If you’d refused to follow their orders and stopped fighting their war, they would have had to do something. Instead, you licked their boots like good little akk hounds until their fragile house of cards came tumbling down. Despite the fact their own brothers and sisters were wasting clone lives and even turning us against one another. Do you really think a mudscuffer like Pong Krell was the only Jedi to abuse his authority?”

“How could you possibly know about Pong Krell?”

“From a rookie I met in lockup of course. He actually did something proactive to protect his brothers by shooting that traitorous sleemo and what does he get for his courageous act? Life in prison? Execution? Yeah, your Jedi masters were truly the epitome of kindness and fairness.”

“Dogma murdered his superior officer. And Kenobi and the other Jedi were torn to pieces by what happened along with the rest of us. They fought to keep him from being decommissioned.”

“By locking him in a hole and throwing away the key. Truly, compassion at its finest.”

“I’m not saying what happened to Dogma was fair. It was a karked situation all around. Everyone was devastated by what happened on Umbara. I personally lost one of my closest friends to Krell’s treachery.”

“My heart weeps for you.” Slick drawled scornfully.

“Kark you.”

“Not even if you were the last sentient being in the universe. We all lost friends and batchmates in that damn war.”

“Which makes what you did ten times worse. How much different are you from the likes of Pong Krell, huh? You both betrayed our brothers for Sep blood money. At least Krell was honest about how karked his motivations were while you try and justify your actions like you’re some freedom fighter for the clones.”

Something dark and angry flashed in Slick’s eyes. “I’m done wasting my breath trying to talk any sense into you.” The blaster came up again and Cody didn’t even have a chance to try and flinch away from the blaster bolt. Bright blue energy enveloped him as the stun bolt hit him, and sent him back into the blackness of unconsciousness for the second time today.

#el writes #wip sunday #fanfiction drabbles #except not because I never understand the assignment #and cannot be concise to save my soul #commander cody #cc-2224 #clone trooper slick #clone wars fanfic

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mypointerfinger · 4 months ago

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September 12, 2024, 1:34 AM

my therapist basically has fired me. i’ve given too much and received too little, so i’m being recommended to other options. it’s very hard to continue my life sithout having any discussions past a certain level of intelligence. i find comfort when i talk about things past basic conversation, but have a hard time surrounding myself with people i can speak to. one of my many gripes with myself is the lack of social skills, but to keep picking at it isn’t gonna do anything. i’m waiting for the day i throw myself into the fire, anxiously. every post, every time i come here and write down my thoughts, just know it wouldn’t be happening if i had someone i respected to speak to.

last night, Kendrick Lamar released a song. it was a general “get things off my chest” song, it didn’t seem necessarily directed at anybody. one of the few people on this planet i find utter respect for. my head being so buried in social media because of the addiction is embarrassing, but it’s exposed me to so many dumb fucks that hearing Kendrick speak about pretty much anything is a very good refresher. i try to seek out more intelligent stuff to consume online, but it’s hard to come by. i’m picky with people. this is what sparked me writing tonight. listening to Kendrick always has me imagining meeting him. one of the last profoundly influential artists on the planet, too intelligent to stick around as a people pleaser.

i try to imagine i’d say something that wouldn’t come off as generic, some bullshit about how “you’re so good at what you do” and rather something from the heart. (not to say that’s not from the heart) i respect Kendrick enough to come clean and hope to think i wouldn’t be too starstruck to say it, but if i were to meet a person i adore as a thinker, i’d tell them how lonely it is. the world is increasingly dumber than the last year. when you’re stuck with yourself so often it’s heartbreaking—but also an honor—to hear someone speaking their mind in such a beautiful way. i don’t have many around me that i consider friends, and those that i do are temporary. a placeholder until i can figure things out so i’m not lonely. Kendrick’s made profound pieces of music his whole career, but the vulnerability and discussion since Mr. Morale has taken a turn into territories i relate to so heavily.

at the end of the day, Kendrick’s just a dude with thoughts. we can try to measure IQ or dick size but at the end of the day everyone’s human. i unfortunately find plenty of solace in others, and i know it’s parasocial to speak about this type of thing. being alone is a disease. it’s a solitary confinement of myself and i wouldn’t wish it on anybody—or at least i’d like to think that. honesty with myself is hard but comes easily. i don’t know if that makes any sense, but while the topic is hard i don’t find it hard to beat myself up. realistically i think horrible things daily, in and out of hatred and love based on the day. i hope some day i can find the same peace i dream of. the closest thing i can get right now is death, and i don’t want to take that turn just yet. i dream if a calm work space, no loud noises in or outside. my posessions are sorted and my spaces are cleanly. i have a big open window that shows some sort of nature, whether it’s a pond or a field, and yet the home is small. i don’t need a gigantic place to call home. home is a feeling as the saying goes, all the corny shit. i hope my home is a feeling i experience soon

#blog

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heart-event-fics · 3 years ago

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Shane NSFW Headcanons

reader is 100% GN

warnings - implied monogamy

Let's face it, Shane is lazy as hell, he definitely prefers receiving oral over giving. He loves both, but leans toward receiving since it's less energy for him.

He likes sitting on the counter with your head shoved in between his legs, mouth closed down on his cock while he tries not to squeeze your skull with his chubby thighs as a reaction to the pleasure you're giving him.

You tried doing it standing up- he started shaking and practically fell over so you had to have him lay or sit down.

He'll give you oral if you ask, he's just very unlikely to initiate it unless he's really trying to please you.

He's mostly submissive, so he does honestly love it when you pat his head as he works his mouth on you, giving him sweet praises while he looks up at you with pleasured tears in his eyes.

If you have a dick, he'll surprise you by randomly sitting himself in front of your crotch while you're sitting down watching TV or eating dinner and rubbing you through your pants with a smug grin on his face, which ultimately leads to him either giving you a blowjob or him or you getting your ass absolutely destroyed.

If you have a vagina, he's a little less certain of what to do since he doesn't have one, so he's more inclined to occasionally roll over onto you once you crawl in bed with him and place himself between your legs, grinding his cock onto you and staring down at you with innocent, almost pleading eyes.

Shane has a lot of pent up sexual energy from living with Marnie. He obviously had no one in town to have sex with (not that he was even interested in anyone since he mostly kept to himself), and having his aunt or goddaughter in the house nearly every time he was there made jacking off almost a dead end.

If he got horny, he'd have to stay up until midnight when everyone was asleep, pull up some random porn on his phone, pop some shitty earbuds in, and hastily pump his fat cock under his bedsheets, his eyes twitching from the video to the door from fear of someone by chance being up late, unlocking his door and walking in without knocking.

Almost every time, his hormones would be nearly completely calmed down by the time he actually had the chance to get himself off, and then the next day he would frustratingly have to go through the same thing again.

Once you moved in to Pelican Town, it pretty much got 10x worse.

He was very cold to you at first, yes, but he couldn't deny that he found you extremely attractive, constantly rushing to get away from you from fear of either his libido or his painful romantic attraction to you taking over.

His top fear at the first stage of your friendship was that he'd randomly pop a boner in front of you and you'd notice, leaving him to sulk for months over how he simply can't believe his body betrayed him like that.

After you get together, he'll still be the same level of horny, but at least he'll have a better outlet and better opportunities.

He's an atheist, but if Shane believed in a god he would be praying day and night thanking them for giving him a lock on his door.

He tried not to have sex with you at Marnie's- he really did- but this poor boy is a closeted pervert and he simply couldn't contain the excitement of simply having you in his room.

He'd lock the door and bite down on your neck as he plowed into you with your hips held in place on his lap or vice versa, begging you to stay quiet and panicking at the small whines that occasionally fell through his lips despite his urgency to be silent.

Mostly, you'd have sex at your farm since it's so much more isolated from other people.

#sdv smut #stardew valley smut #sdv shane x reader #stardew valley x reader #shane x reader

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gretavanlace · 3 years ago

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Princess

Sammy Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, oral sex, dom/sub, impact play, edging, listen I’m a mess and you know it

*special thanks to our beautiful @greta-van-yeet for the gorgeous mood board

“Don’t pout.” you shake your head at Sam, as he yanks a water bottle out of the fridge.

“Not pouting.” he lies, striding past you to start off towards your shared bedroom. “Just tired.”

“Sam.” Your heels click aggressively on the hardwood flooring as you head after him.

“I hate it when you call me Sam.” he snaps, pushing the bedroom door open so swiftly it bangs against the wall. “I said I’m not pouting. Leave it alone.”

“No.” you fold your arms across your chest and lean into the door frame. “I’m not leaving shit alone. What’s wrong?”

“What could be wrong?” he’s taken on the snottiest of tones and you aren’t pleased with it. “I had a lovely evening watching my girlfriend’s coworker eye fuck her all night at dinner. Better than that, I could tell she liked it, so that was extra fun! You should call him and see if he wants to come over and fuck you while I watch tv or something, really round out the evening.”

“Should I?” You smirk.

“Fuck you for that.” he laments without venom, it sounds as though he regrets his words the moment he speaks them into existence.

“You understand that I have to watch girls literally lose their fucking heads over you at every single show, right?” you point out, making your way across the room so that he can’t ignore you as easily. “With you lapping it up the whole time.”

“That’s different.” He doesn’t sound like he’s even convincing himself. “Anyway, don’t try and turn this around.”

“I don’t think I like your attitude.” you lower yourself down onto the edge of the bed, watching as he begins to shed his dinner attire. You clock him curiously; even after all this time you’re enamored with him and a slave to the graceful and decidedly feminine way he moves.

“And I don’t think I care.” he mutters, yanking his belt through the loops of his dress pants with a zipping hiss of leather.

Your eyes widen, but not in surprise...breaking Sammy’s bratty tendencies has proven to be a futile task. Truth be told, you adore his mouthiness, though you’d never let him in on that little secret.

“Excuse me?” you question with a calm firmness.

His pants drop to his ankles and he kicks them away, somewhat akin to a disrespectful child throwing a mini tantrum. “You heard me.” is his flippant reply. Very unwise.

Completely finished with his display of insolence, you rise to your feet, silently taking hold of the authority in the room. Then you issue a quiet directive. “Kneel.”

Without hesitation, he goes to his knees. There is no conscious thought behind it, he is Pavlov’s dog, your voice the bell. There is a void of verbal complaint– as there should be –but he rolls his eyes subtly.

“Don’t sass me.” you snap. A soft apology feathers out of him as you move closer.

You remain fully dressed, right down to the heels still adorning your feet. Making good use of them, you nudge the tip of his semi-hard cock with a black suede toe. “Pick up your belt, princess.”

The apples of his cheeks bloom a pretty peach shade and your hands can’t help but cradle his godlike face.

“You like being my pretty princess, Sammy?” you don’t wait for him to respond. “You’re so gorgeous, I wanna dress you up like a doll and parade you around. I’d like to buy you a set of pearls and make you my sweet little housewife.”

A tiny smile quirks the corners of his velveteen lips, but, true to form, he just can’t help himself. “We’ll see how pretty I am in a little while when you’re bouncing on this princess’s dick.”

Snatching the belt from his grasp you bend forward to meet his eyes on level. “Sammy darling, if you were any prettier, I’d be getting ready to suck on your cunt rather than your cock.”

“Fuck...” the expletive hushes from his mouth on the smallest of sighs. Straightening back up, you eye him for a moment, toying with the belt. “Palms up.”

“Come on.” he whines. “I said I was sorry.”

“Palms. Up.” you repeat, running the leather through your fingers.

He offers his hands to you, palms on display.

“Good boy.” you nod, drinking him in for a breath when he blinks up at you, grateful for your praise. “You’ve been awfully mouthy and unruly tonight, princess. Do you think four sounds fair?”

“Yes.” it shakes out of him, but you know the tremble stems from excitement, not fear. Tapping the belt gently at his cheek, you remind him of his manners. “Yes, what?”

His eyes flicker up to yours and steal your breath, they are so stunning, honeyed and swimming with a mysterious depth you hope to never reach the bottom of. “Yes, ma’am.”

Your fingers travel through his glossy hair approvingly. “That’s better.”

You don’t give him a chance to complain or try and talk his way out of his punishment, and instead, you choke up on the belt until it is shortened into more of a strap in your hand and bring it down with a harsh, cracking snap against his right palm, then his left quickly.

A hissing gasp explodes out of him, but he remembers himself and licks his lips with a soft, “Thank you, baby.”

A curt nod is the only indication you give that you’ve even heard him, and then the belt makes swift, stinging contact with his hands in rapid succession.

“Fuck!” he growls, yanking his hands away, he strokes them together and glares up at you.

You meet his eyes and tilt your head thoughtfully. “It almost sounds as if you’re complaining, Sammy.”

“No...” he shakes his head and holds his hands out to you, silently asking for more, should you see fit.

“That’s my princess...so good for me.” you place a heel on his thigh in reward for his obedience. “Undress me.”

“But, my hands hurt.” There’s that whining he can’t seem to stop. Just when you’ve bestowed praise upon him, he goes and screws it up with his bratty back talk.

Grinding your heel down into the muscle of his leg just hard enough to inflict a dull ache you curl your finger under his chin, guiding his stare up to your face. “I didn’t ask about your hands, I said undress me.”

His mouth moves and hovers dangerously close to your stocking covered thigh, “Can I, baby? I just want to kiss you.”

“You can’t help it can you, Sammy?” you tease, pulling him in closer, but holding him by the hair just far enough away from your leg that he can’t make contact. “That mouth of yours gets you into so much trouble.”

“I’ll do better,” he lies. “I promise. Let me make it up to you and show you how sweet my mouth can be...wanna taste you. I swear I can smell you, you must be soaked.”

It takes every fiber of your being to deny him (and yourself) he’s right, you’ve completely ruined your panties and you can feel your slick all over the insides of your thighs. Yes, it takes absolutely everything you have, but somehow you manage. “We’ll see. I said undress me.”

With an eager nod, his hands slide your dress up over your hips and begin working at the straps of your garter attached to your thigh highs...you’d be lying if you said you weren’t imagining him popping the snaps and toying with the silk when you slid them on earlier in the evening.

“You’re a fucking goddess...” he breathes, smoothing his hands down your leg, dragging a stocking slowly down to your ankle. He takes a heel in his hand, removes it, pulls your hosiery away, and then replaces your shoe. “You’re my goddess and you’re so beautiful. Please love me.”

He begins working to rid your other leg of silk as you pet his hair and whisper words of praise down upon him. He soaks it up and nuzzles his forehead into your knee like a touch-starved kitten.

Once your stockings are tossed aside, he tugs your garter belt down and then reaches for your panties, but you stop him with a tsk of your tongue. “Those stay on for now.”

“But I want to taste you.” Ah, there’s the cheeky insubordination you’ve grown to expect from him.

“And you may.” you dangle the metaphorical carrot in front of his bewitching face, and watch him light up.

He reaches out once again to pull the soaked scrap of lace down, but you flick a fingernail against his cheek and his attention snaps up to your eyes. “You may lick me through my panties. If that isn’t good enough for you, then you get nothing.”

You catch the beginnings of a rebellious groan, but he cuts it off just in time and leans in, running his nose between your legs. The groan he suppressed now shudders out of him, but for a very different reason. Without being told, his eyes seek your gaze as he flattens his tongue out and drags it slowly over the lace, pressing harder against your hidden clit when he gets there.

“Such a good boy.” you sigh, raking your fingers into his locks.

“You taste so good, baby...” his voice is quiet, and delectably raspy and when your stare drops down, you are greeted with his beautiful cock, hard and straining against nothing but the cool, air-conditioned air.

He crawls forward, moving closer to your center but you shove him back with a heel on his chest. “That’s enough. Dress.”

That’s all the directive he needs and he’s up, tugging your dress up and over your head. He kisses along the length of your neck without permission, but you allow his momentary lapse of obedience, mostly because his mouth just feels too fucking good to scold him over.

You watch his eyes scan the rounded tops of your breasts displayed just right by your bra. “Would you like to see them, Sammy?”

He nods and runs the slick underside of his tongue over his bottom lip and then tugs it into his mouth by his teeth.

Your bra becomes a thing of the past with a flick of his fingers once you’ve given him your blessing to do so. “Would you like to kiss them?” again, he nods. “You wanna suck them with your pretty mouth, princess?”

“Yes, ma’am.” he moans melodically, setting your cunt on fire.

“Do it, then, pretty boy...” you draw him in with a gentle hand on the back of his head. “Make me feel good.”

His tongue, warm and wet, laps along your tightened nipple as you push his hand down between your thighs, allowing his fingers to play along your covered clit to quell the aching need pulsing there. He sucks and spoils them, nipping with his teeth, spiraling his tongue, humming softly as if there is nowhere on earth he’d rather be.

“So sweet, Sammy.” you ghost your fingers over his cut-glass cheekbones lovingly. “Feels so perfect, your mouth is heaven.”

The pleasure he draws from your praise alone is astonishing. You watch his eyes gloss and flutter up at you as his breathing accelerates, warming over your breast in heated little puffs as he sucks at you.

You pull him away from you softly and drop a gentle peck against his kiss swollen lips. “I think you deserve a reward for being my sweet boy and listening so well, don’t you?”

His reply pants out of him, a sexy, nearly silent whisper. “Whatever you think I deserve.”

“Lay down on the bed, princess...I want to see your pretty cock.”

The fevered pace in which he moves brings a trace of a smile across your face, that is rapidly replaced with a low sound of desire when you rake your eyes over him.

He looks like a god, stretched out and flawless with his unblemished skin and graceful lines. He looks more like a painting than a living breathing man, like if you touched him, the oils of your skin could mar the integrity of the art before you. If there is a god in heaven, he must gaze down at your Samuel each and every day and marvel at his exquisite creation.

“You are so breathtaking, Sammy.” You hush, taken aback by his beauty just as you always are.

His arms stretch up over his head, putting himself on display. “More.”

Your dear, Sammy...he gathers up adoration like the sea swallows the rain. “You are all the poems in history, every song, every smile that ever was...and I love you so.”

“Thank you,” his lashes flutter gorgeously in your direction. “...and I love you, too.”

Your line of sight travels slowly down his lanky frame and lands on his cock. Hard and thrumming with what looks to be an almost painful ache. Even his cock is captivating and perfect. “It looks like you’re in need of something, princess.” you tease. “Would your cock like some attention?”

“Yes, ma’am.” he shakes his head up and down vigorously. “Please? May I have your mouth? Just for a minute?”

“Only for a minute.” you concede. “And only because I want to suck it so badly. It looks delicious, so swollen and dripping all over your darling tummy.”

A muffled rumble of need quakes out of him. “Please, don’t make me wait. I’ve been so good for you.”

“Yes, you have.” you agree, crawling up to straddle his shins. You allow your breath to fan over his length and pull back when his hips arch away from the mattress in an effort to force your mouth to touch him where he needs you most.

“One more misstep like that and you’ll be falling asleep this hard tonight, Sammy.” You warn with a harsh edge that proves to him you mean business. “Don’t make me leave you this way.”

“I’m so sorry, baby.” he whimpers desperately. “I just need you so badly, please touch it. Fuck, please!”

Taking pity on your beloved, you trace the flat of your tongue up the underside and then place a chaste kiss into the plush skin of his head.

“Again, baby...” he begs, frantically clutching at the blanket below him in effort to keep from thrusting closer to your mouth. “Please, please, please...”

He sounds close to tears already, but none are apparent in his eyes just yet when you lift your focus to his face. “Please, what princess? Tell mama.”

“Put your mouth on it...” he huffs, red-faced now and glistening with a sheen of sweat. “Suck me into that gorgeous mouth. Fuck, I need it.”

You lick a winding trail up, and then back down his length as it jerks and twitches, hot and needy.

“Goddammit!” he clenches his teeth and shoves his hands into your hair, stopping just short of forcing you down. “Just do it already, suck my cock, please, baby, please...” he trails off and sinks deeper into the pillow when you raise your gaze, studying his face with open disappointment.

“You were so close, too, Sammy.” you sigh. “I was just about to swallow you down. I was so looking forward to letting you fuck my mouth.”

Sitting back on your heels, you look him over as he begins to writhe around in frustration, yanking on the bedding and thrashing his head back and forth on the pillow, tangling his hair into a halo of knots as he pleads with you for clemency.

“Settle down.” you order, not unkindly, but you certainly aren’t babying him either.

“I can’t.” he argues back, whining like he hasn't learned a thing all evening long. “I–”

He starts to smart off further, but you cut him off firmly. “I said settle down.”

Growing reluctantly still, he fights to chase his breath down.

“Good job, princess.” you soothe, running a calming hand down his dewy chest. “If I climb up onto your lap and sit on your sweet cock can you behave yourself? Hmm? Can you be a good boy if I ride you?”

“Yes.” his flushed eagerness endears you to him further, though you wouldn’t have thought it possible. “Yes! I promise, baby...I’ll do anything you want. I’ll be so good for you. I’ll be your good boy...just, fuck, please!”

“Tell me what you are.” you purr, climbing up to throw your thighs over his hips. “You know what I want to hear.”

“I’m your princess.” he sounds so meek and broken...fucking perfect. “I’m your pretty princess and I’m never prettier than when I’m inside your cunt. Fuck me, make me even prettier for you, mama.”

He rarely calls you mama, and when he does, it ruins you...isn’t he a sneaky fuck tonight?

True to bratty form, he gets his way and without further torture, you yank your panties to the side and grab his cock with your free hand, sinking straight down without bothering to ease either of you into it.

“Can I...” a sharp choking breath interrupts him, but he centers himself quickly. “Can I touch you? Please?”

You nod with your head tossed back in utter bliss, but he catches it and his hands fly to your waist. His long, slender fingers dig into your hips and you absolutely cannot wait to admire your bruises in the morning.

“Fuck, Sammy...” you pant, nails digging into his chest, grappling for purchase to hold yourself steady as you pound yourself down into his lap frantically. The room echoes with your hitching breaths, curses floating nonsensically past both of your lips, skin smacking together in an ever changing rhythm as neither of you are of sound mind enough to keep any sort of tempo going...it’s all moans and grunts and hisses of unrecognizable words as you tear each other apart, until he growls out, sounding pained...

“I’m gonna cum...” his hand snakes up your back and yanks you down against him so that your lips are flush against the shell of his ear. “Please, tell me I can cum, baby...please...fucking say I can cum...”

“You can cum, princess.” you lick at the lobe of his ear through your words. “Come on, Sammy, cum pretty for me. I’m so close.”

The whiniest sound groans out of him followed by a choked “Oh fuck, thank you, baby...” and that, combined with the heat of him spilling inside you shoves you over the edge right behind him.

You grab onto his hair, holding on desperately as if you’re afraid he might vanish into thin air, a beautiful mirage you’ve imagined beneath you...for surely this ethereal man cannot be real.

When at last your bodies begin to slow, you’re both quivering and stroking one another’s faces with unfettered worship, you are each other’s deities, you are the whole world to him, and he to you.

Silence falls over the room as you stare into his eyes in the faint moonlight creeping through the window. Words have no place here in these moments, no purpose.

Soon, one of you will break the spell. Sammy will rise from the bed and fetch something warm to clean you up with. You’ll laugh and tease each other. Maybe you’ll go straight to sleep, or you might curl up in bed and talk, or watch something mindless on TV, but for now, you are quiet together, and these are your favorite stolen, secret moments with him.

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selenesheart · 4 years ago

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dazed // d.m.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: smut, rough sex, praising kink, titty fucking, single dad!draco, single mom!reader, tension, cursing, unprotected sex, a bit of wine, a bit of spit, post hogwarts, modern au

summary: the tension between your son’s best friend’s dad and you was unbearable.

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“they said they’d be here by ten!” draco heard little scorpius’ voice coming from downstairs as he made his way down. draco smiled at scorpius’ enthusiasm, remembering telling him that you and your son would be there at any moment.

draco remembered when you two agreed on you bringing your 9-year-old son to the malfoy manor to spend time with scorp a few days back.

your son had told you that he wanted to visit his best friend at the beginning of the week, who was none other than scorpius malfoy, draco malfoy’s son.

after making plans with the malfoys, you mentally prepared yourself for what was gonna come. prepare for that cocky smirk and that harsh personality that you haven’t seen in at least ten years.

as your son mentioned the name “malfoy”, your memories rushed back in, all the glances, and flirty looks. you had to admit, draco malfoy was attractive, but you knew he was nowhere near good. well at least back then.

a couple of minutes later, an expensive-looking car arrived at the manor’s entrance. you and your son were inside of this car, looking rather excited, or at least your son was.

“merlin” the slytherin whispered as soon as you stepped out of the car, draco’s eyes landing on your figure, a figure of a goddess. malfoy examined every inch of your body, he couldn’t take his eyes off you, like he was being hypnotized.

but draco wasn’t the only one being hypnotized at the moment. you, too, were admiring his tall figure, from his perfect features to his arms that appeared to be noticeably muscular. he had changed.

you took a deep breath as the children greeted each other. blinking repeatedly, your vision rose to the blonde in front of you, giving him a polite smile as if you two haven’t spent more time looking at each other than usual, taking each other in.

taking a few steps, you extended your hand to greet the older malfoy, he took your hand in his rather big one, shaking it. his tall body hovering over yours, making your mind foggy.

his eyes lingered on your small, slight shaky hands, smirking at the slight size difference. your body had changed over the past few years, as well as your gorgeous face, he noticed. his face didn’t move at all as he scanned your face, it was like he was blocking any emotion from showing.

after backing away, you greeted the younger malfoy, bending over to reach his eye level. it took all of malfoy’s self-control to not let out a strangled groan, he adjusted his collar, letting out a low breath as he tried not to let his eyes wander down, which he miserably failed to do, letting himself catch a glimpse of your covered backside.

you got back at your feet, as draco took an unsteady breath.

“why don’t we all come inside the manor?” the tall man suggested as he opened the big, black door. with one last eye contact, you made your way in, the boys coming right behind you.

your breath hitched as you entered the enormous manor, mesmerized by the elegant chandelier, you examined the room, the many floors, the ridiculously long table in the guest room.

you chuckled lowly when you heard the little “woah” that escaped your son’s lips. smiling slightly at the cheeky smirk of the two malfoys. like father, like son, you supposed.

“let’s go to outside, ‘wanna show something!” scorpius spoke to your son excitedly. after checking with you if he could go to the garden, your son ran behind scorpius. giggles were heard from outside, making you smile slightly. then, it hit you; you were in the manor with a very tall, attractive man behind you. alone.

turning around slowly, you let yourself explore him with your vision. his sleeves were rolled up to his forearm, a couple of buttons undone, veiny hands in his trouser pockets. he looked so handsome, you thought.

“so— would you fancy a cuppa?” he offered, his deep voice breaking your train of thoughts. you looked up to him feeling embarrassed, he was smiling politely down at you. you returned the smile as you responded with a soft “yes, please”.

walking down to the kitchen, you felt draco's hand brush against yours, suddenly feeling hot, even when the room was freezing. you also took notice of his kind and polite personality, he wasn’t that rude 17-year-old boy that treated everyone like garbage.

“can you help me get those glasses on the top of the drawer?” he said as the two of you arrived at the large kitchen. you hummed a response while approaching the drawer that he was referring to just a couple of seconds ago, draco leaving to get a bottle of red wine.

you placed a hand on top of the counter besides the dark drawer, lifting yourself a bit to reach the said cups. your fingertips could touch them but it was no use, you huffed, the glasses were unnecessarily high.

you jumped slightly as you felt one of malfoy’s big hands on your waist, his tall figure— once again— hovering over you, reaching his arm to the top of the drawer. your backside pressed against his front, making him close his eyes slightly, trying to remain calm.

he grabbed the cups like it was nothing, using the hand that was in your waist to turn you around. draco raised the glasses to your face with a lazy smirk spread on his face, making you roll your eyes playfully, although your self-control was slowly getting out of your reach as his long fingers were spread out, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I could’ve reached that” you joked as his long fingers slowly let go of your waist, making that spot feel empty. “it seemed like it was too high for you” he responded along with a chuckle as he made his way to the kitchen counter, where the expensive wine was located. the blonde opened the bottle easily, while you sat down in the kitchen’s chair.

draco placed the glass in front of you, pouring the red wine inside of it. your eyes betrayed you as they made their way to his long fingers full of rings, unconsciously you bit your bottom lip softly, you let your imagination wander.

imagining how his fingers would feel, so deep inside of you, stretching you. how it would feel to have them in your mouth, preventing you from making any sound as he entered you from—

“is that good?” he asked innocently, breaking you from your naughty thoughts. you took a deep breath as you mumbled a “yes” to his question. you were extremely embarrassed, all things you were thinking of the man you haven’t even seen since high school.

the two of you chatted for hours and hours, drinking, enjoying each other’s company. laughing and just chatting about each other’s life in general.

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“mum! can i stay for the night, please?” your son asked with his big doe eyes after you told him that it was time to go home. a sigh left your mouth, “in that case, i’ll come pick you up first thing tomorrow, alright?” you responded to his question, he nodded, a big smile on display.

“why don’t you stay with him?” malfoy spoke taking you off guard, turning around you saw that he was already in his pyjama pants, your breath getting heavy as you caught the sight of his exposed chest. you were about to decline his kind offer until you heard your son’s voice “yes please! stay in the manor with me!”.

“well— if there’s any room, i could stay for the night,” you sighed, “but, where am i going to stay, and besides, i have nothing to wear for bed,” you said worriedly. you furrowed your brows as you saw draco playfully roll his eyes.

“you could sleep in my room, and i’ll give you one of my shirts for you to wear” malfoy spoke softly, mentally smirking, already forming a plan in his head. your hands felt sweaty at the idea of sleeping in the same room as draco malfoy, in his clothes.

after the older man and the kids tried to convince you, you finally agreed. giving both boys a good night kiss on their foreheads, you rushed to malfoy’s room. finding no one in the room, you quickly grabbed his big white shirt and his boxers, making your way to his luxurious bathroom. you used a spell to help you clean your undergarments.

once you were done, you exited the bathroom just to find draco waiting for you in the darkroom. malfoy was mesmerized by the sight of y/n l/n wearing his see-through shirt, making your bra to be shown, causing his thoughts to go wild. all he wanted to do was rip his shirt off you and roughly massage your breasts until— he took a steady breath, containing himself.

soon enough, you were washing your face in the sink, ready to call it a night. draco stepped behind you, he extended his arm to his toothbrush in front of you. the once big room suddenly felt small.

once he was done brushing, he placed the toothbrush where it was before, causing his growing cock to make contact with your backside. you gasped as he gulped slowly, making eye contact through the bathroom mirror. hard, lust-filled eyes looking back at you.

biting your lips slightly, you turned around slowly to get a better look at his face. your vision rose to his eyes, innocent eyes looking up at him. draco had lost control. he got ahold of your cheek, bringing you up to a heated kiss. you moaned against his mouth as your fingers travelled through his hair. it all felt right.

any respectful or friendly behaviour towards each other was gone as you held tightly onto his broad shoulders, digging your nails into his skin.

the next thing you knew, the two of you were kissing, biting, licking each other like desperate animals. one of his hands travelled from your face to the end of his shirt, desperately taking it off your body, along with his black boxers.

draco groaned at the sight of your perfect body in a black set of undergarments, the sight of you looking up at him oh so innocently, the constant brushing of his erect dick against your clothed cunt. it was all driving him insane.

you arched your back off the bed, taking off your bra eagerly, breasts flowing free. malfoy wasted no time on grabbing your soft mounds, playing with them, kissing them, almost worshiping them.

“merlin— ” he breathed against your chest, the vibrations adding to the pleasure “i can’t wait to see your tits bouncing up and down” his words alone made you even wetter if that was possible. you were dripping.

you cried out as he took one of your nipples in his mouth, biting it softly. your hands were once again located on top of his head, your fingers threaded through his silky hair.

“‘m gonna fuck your tits, alright?” he asked—more like demanded— as you moaned softly at the thought of malfoy in top of you fucking your breasts. your panties started feeling uncomfortable now, you couldn’t control your arousal. you should’ve pushed him away, and tell me to stop, but you couldn’t, you didn’t want him to stop.

and now, here you were, your son’s best friend’s dad on top of you, ready to gain an orgasm from your tits, it felt like you were in heaven. he looked divine. his sweaty hair going everywhere, his dark pupils, toned body. such a beautiful sight.

he positioned himself on top of your torso, his muscular legs on either side of you. you looked at his face, waiting for his next move. he spat between your breasts, as he placed his throbbing cock in between. you grabbed each one of your boobs, bringing them together to create friction.

“that feels so good, darling argh—” draco groaned as he started moving his hips, front to back, causing his dick to leak some pre-cum across your breasts. his breathing got heavier as you stuck out your tongue to lick his red tip.

he moved faster while you moved your tits up and down, following his rhythm. it felt like he had died and gone to heaven, the feeling was unmatchable. he couldn’t wait to have your aching pussy stuffed with his dick. plus, the look in your face had him almost cumming right there and then.

but he fought the urge to cum in your tits. malfoy suddenly stopped and lowered himself to play with your folds, teasing you with his twitching tip.

“i want you inside me, please” you don’t know what took over but you pleaded like your life depend upon it. the infamous smirk was back at his face, a low chuckle leaving his pink lips.

“what do you want inside, darling?” he rubbed your desperate clit with one of his fingers, making you cry out in desperation “do still want my fingers?” he asked, causing you to furrow your brows. what was he talking about? still?

“oh don’t play dumb on me now. just a few hours ago you were wishing my fingers were inside your panties, fingering you. did you forgot about the legilimency spell, already?” he scoffed leaving you dumbfounded, he read your mind while you were thinking about him having his finger deep inside of your cunt. you gulped loudly as you looked deep into his eyes, looking for some type of sign that would tell you that he was trying to embarrass you.

but there wasn’t any.

“don’t you worry princess. you’re gonna get something even better” draco whispered as he winked down at you. your excitement level growing by the minute.

draco sucked on your sensitive breast as his hand made its way to his erect cock, gripping it while he teased your tight entrance. his other hand coming down to your thigh to expand your legs more. one of his thumb traveled through your glistening folds, smirking at how wet you were.

“i’ve never wanted to fuck someone so bad, until now” he breathed against your collarbone, your hands gripping his muscular forearms tightly. his words made you let out a soft moan before you realized.

he entered you as his mouth filled with praises, praises that made you clench around him in the most delicious way possible. after years of not having sex, this was all you needed.

“fuck— you feel so good, princess” he moaned lowly, your moans getting louder as he thrust in and out of your tight hole. one of your hands was placed on top of your mouth, trying to be silent.

“these walls are pretty thick. which means we can be as loud as we want” he spoke to you as he took your hand off your mouth and started thrusting his hips even faster. his grunts were the most arousing things you would ever hear.

his thrusts got harsher, making your tits bounce up and down repeatedly. loud whines and moans were heard coming from you as you dug your nails into his soft skin. his balls slapping against your skin while he circled your clit rapidly.

“you look so pretty with my cock inside of you, sweetheart. see how i’m filling you up?” he said with a hoarse voice. you whined ‘yesyesyes’ as he lifted your leg to his waist, the new position making him hit your g-spot repeatedly.

“you’re doing so good f'me baby— shit” the attractive man swore as he felt you clench around him. he fisted the bedsheets from the pleasure. his thrusts were getting rougher, balls slapping against your skin.

“are— ” malfoy breathed “are you clo—close?” he asked before he connected his lips to your overstimulated nipples once again. he roughly massaged the other breast, slapping it once in a while. his main goal is to make you cum before him.

“yes!” you gasped when draco’s big hands suddenly held your hips, lifting them to reach even further into you. he was going at an animalistic speed, you couldn’t even keep up.

“c’mon, come for me baby, show me how good you feel” he breathed against your lips, you grabbed the back of his head, pushing him down on you, kissing him roughly while you were thrown off the edge.

the two of you moaned against each other’s mouth as you squeezed malfoy’s cock tightly, milking him down. draco kept thrusting into you, his cum spilling out too, riding you out of your high. the blonde man disconnected his lips from yours as he pulled out.

the sensation of pulling out made you both moan softly, both cums dripping out of your hole and onto the bedsheets. draco was quick to collect the dripping cum and shove it inside of you with his fingers, causing you to arch your back off the bed and moan softly at the feeling of his fingers.

after catching your breath, you opened your eyes just to see the 27-year-old man that you just fucked beside the bed, who was already looking down at you with a sweaty face. and you would be lying if you said that his next words didn’t make you wet.

“i’m not done with you, yet. get in all four for me, darling”

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supernaturalgirl20 · 3 years ago

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Love is All you Need

Pairings: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, not explicit, unprotected sex, PinV, oral (female receiving) fluff, angst, beginning of covid, Marcus being a cutie pie, stress, feeling overwhelmed.

Summary: you’ve had a stressful week at the hospital and your boyfriend helps relieve all your stress.

A/N: this was a lovely request by @pjkimrn hope you enjoy 😊 shout out to all the nurses out there who don’t get the recognition they deserve.

Also this was written on my phone so forgive and mistakes 😘

Frustration seeped out of you in waves as you stomped around the kitchen, banging the pops and pans as you put them away. Marcus had brought up going to his parents house this weekend again, after you had clearly told him that you didn’t want to go. It’s been a long hard week at the hospital and all you wanted was to relax.

“What am I going to tell my mom? She’s expecting us.”

“Why though? I told you already that I didn’t want to go. You go but I’m staying.”

“I can’t do that. I’m going to be the only one alone, everyone else will have there partners there. Then there will be all these questions about where you are.” He sighs in frustration. Your anger is only getting worse the more he talks and you stand at the sink, back stiff as you listen to him.

“I’m not going end of discussion.”

“I go to all your family occasions why can’t you just come to this for me?”

“Marcus please, I’ve had the worst week. All I want to do is just be on my own. I had wanted to spend it with you but if your so bothered go to your moms, I don’t care, but I won’t be going.” You walk past him tears threatening to spill as you make your way upstairs slamming the bedroom door behind you. He didn’t come to bed that night. The next morning he was gone before you got up. You don’t know why he was so insistent on you going to his parents house he never was this bothered before. Quickly grabbing a granola bar and piece of fruit you head to work.

***

It was another hard day at work. So many of your colleagues had rang in sick, all seeming to have the flu. You couldn’t wait for eight o’clock to come so you could head home for the weekend.

“Y/N, thank god you’re still here. There is a little boy who just came in, he needs stitches but the doctor is still with another patient and he’s hysterical.”

“It’s ok I’ll go to him.”

“Thank you.”

Walking into the room you see the small boy screaming and his poor mother is trying to console him. Slowly walking towards him you lower yourself to his level and speak in a low calming voice.

“Hi there my name is Y/N what’s your name?” He sniffles and peers up at you with red puffy eyes. “I’m….my name is Jack.”

“That’s a lively name. Would you mind if I had a look at your cut? I heard you’ve been a very brave boy, do you think you can be even braver and let me clean it?”

The boy sniffles again as he looks between you and his mom. Then shyly he nods his head. You gently clean the wound and effectively calm him down until the doctor comes. Letting out a deep sigh you make your way to grab your things and head home.

***

Pulling into the drive you notice that the house is dark and you feel a little disappointed that Marcus didn’t stay and try sort things out. Grabbing your bag you make your way inside only to stop short at the sight of a tea light candles scattered everywhere. What is going on you think as you slowly make your way into the kitchen. Marcus is standing at the island his gaze fixed on you a huge bunch of roses in his hand.

“What’s going on? I though you were going to your parents house?”

“I wouldn’t go without you baby. I’m sorry for how I behaved yesterday I was a dick and I’m gonna make it up to you I promise.”

“It’s fine.,” you say in a clipped voice as you put your bag and coat in the chair. Marcus places the roses on the counter and makes his way towards you, his arms wrapping around you pulling you close.

“It’s not fine. I shouldn’t have spoke to you like that and I definitely shouldn’t have ignored you, I was just….I had….look it doesn’t matter ok I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you and I’m sorry too, it’s really been a hard week and I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

“It ok baby. Now why don’t you go upstairs and get out of those scrubs, I’ll have a bath ready when your done. How does that sound?”

“That sounds amazing.”

***

Walking into the bathroom you gasp at the sight of little candle scattered about the place. The bath is filled to the top with bubbles and at the side are two glasses of wine and a bottle of your favourite red. Marcus comes up behind you and snuggles into you.

“I thought I could join you, hope that’s ok?”

“Hmm it’s perfect.”

He strips quickly and settles into the bath before holding out his hand and helping you in. You settle yourself in between his open legs and rest against his chest. Closing your eyes you relax into the water.

“I really needed this baby. Thank you.”

“Well I gotta look after my lady don’t I?”

“You’re doing a great job.”

He begins to rub the sore muscles on your shoulders and a small moan slips past your lips. Marcus obviously loves the sounds your making judging by his hardened cock pocking at your ass. You move your hand under the water to wrap around his manhood and he groans into your shoulder.

“You…you don’t have to..have to do that baby…this is about you.”

“I know but I want to.”

Turning around and straddling his waist you grab his cock and slowly sink down onto him. Some of the water sloshing in the tub and spilling over the edge.

“Oh fuck..so…feel so good baby.”

You move slow as you ride his cock, his hands gripping your hips tight as he guides you in your movements.

“Oh Marcus,” you gasp as he hits that sweet spot, your cunt clenching tight around him. He pulls your nipple into his mouth and your loud moan echos of the tiles.

“Keep going baby…I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” He groans as his head falls back against the tub, eyes closed as the pleasure consumes him.

“That’s it baby, come for me.” Those words whispered into his ear are all he needs to come hard inside you.

“God I love you baby.”

“Love you to Marcus.”

***

Once you’d both dried off, which proved difficult when Marcus couldn’t keep his hands off you, you made your way downstairs to have the lasagna that Marcus had cooked earlier.

“Oh my god this is delicious, you must have asked your mom for her recipe.”

“Yeah hers is the best.”

You both don’t bother washing up, instead you just cuddle under the blanket and watch a movie. Half way through you notice that Marcus is fidgeting, you try to ignore it but it’s distracting. Turning towards him you place your hand on his cheek, startling him.

“Hey are you ok? You seem…nervous somehow.”

“Yep!”

“Well that was convincing. Try it again.”

“Uh..”

“Marcus please is something wrong?”

“I just to need to get this off my chest or I’ll burst with nerves. The reason I was so pushy about going to my parents this weekend was because I had something planned..”

He reaches behind him and pulls out a small velvet box. You gasp and then you are awash with guilt at how you ruined his plans.

“Marcus I didn’t know I’m so sorry baby.”

He shakes his head and begins to speak. “No it’s ok, honestly. The more I thought about it, this is more us. It’s perfect. Y/N you are such an amazing woman and my life has been so much better with you in it. I thought I knew what love was, thought I had met the one before but I was so wrong. They were all so wrong. You’re perfect, you’re caring, compassionate and I can’t picture my life without you in it. So Y/N will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

“Yes! Yes I’ll marry you, a thousand times yes,” you say as the tears spill down your face. He lowers himself onto the ground and holds up the box for you to take. You’re shaking as he takes the ring and places it on your finger.

“I love you baby.”

“I can’t believe I’ve been such a bitch. You had this planned out and I ruined it..”

“Hey none of that now. This was better and honestly as long as you are marrying me I don’t care how I proposed.”

“This whole week has been so hard and you’ve literally made it ten times better.”

“You’ve made my whole life better, but hey, it’s not a competition,” he says a huge smile on his face.

“God I want you so bad baby.” You say looking at him seductively as you bite your lip. Without saying a word he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to your room. Throwing you on the bed, he’s quick to rid you both of your clothes before he begins to slowly kiss his way up your legs. He kisses your aching pussy and grips your hips as he buries his face further into you.

Gripping onto his hair for leverage you rock into his face as he licks through your folds. Arching your back off the bed you moan out his name, “Marcus.”

“Yes…don’t…don’t stop baby…”

He works two fingers inside as he sucks on your clit and you feel weightless as you come all over his tongue. His hands roam across your body, playing with your peaked nipples as he lays his body flush with yours. He’s looking at you now with such love and adoration you could come again then and there. Lining himself up he pushes inside you slowly, filling you up to the hilt. He groans into your neck as you completely engulf him.

“Just gonna need a minute,” he says a little strained. You run your fingers through his hair and his body completely relaxes. When he moves it’s slow, sensual as he moves unhurried in and out of you. Even when you urge him on to fuck you he takes his time. Savouring this moment and the feel of you wrapped around him.

“Can’t believe I get so this for the rest of my life,” he practically whispers into your skin.

“Oh..fuck…you better.. believe it..Marcus I’m…I’m gonna…”

“That’s it baby come all over my cock.” You cry out his name and the you feel him shudder under your fingertips as he comes hard inside you.

Panting and out of breath you both lay side by side cuddled under the heavy duvet.

“I think we should book..”

The sound of his phone ringing breaks the moment and he reaches over to grab it.

“That’s probably my mom, she’s dying to know if you said yes.”

“You’d better answer it. Better yet, think you can talk to her while I suck you off?” You say a hint of mischief in your eyes.” Marcus just stares at you with lust blown eyes as he answers the phone, your mouth wrapping around his half hard cock.

“Fuck…Hi mom…”

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pretty in pink | kth | m

— summary; in which you try to rekindle your sex life with a devilish plan and a very sexy, very pink set of langerie.

— contents and warnings; smut, a bit of fluff, marriage au, taehyung x reader, mischievous use of lingerie, dirty talk, dom!tae x sub!reader, pretty heavy dom/sub themes, constant use of the word “sir”, begging, Tae has a big dick, cock worship, blowjob, deepthroat, cum eating, fingering, hair pulling, a bit of praise, degradation (use of slut/cockslut), but also use of pet names (honey, love, baby, doll…), mentions of cum play, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, impreg kink if you squint, being nasty in the name of love

— words; 6,4k

— author’s note; homies… this is basically one long smut scene. There are like 3 paragraphs of context. Brain empty no excuse.

Requested by anon! Requests are currently closed.

By the time that Taehyung got home, you had pretty much forgotten you had a plan in the first place.

He removed his shoes after closing the door behind him, his coat hanging over his forearm and an expression of exhaustion plastered all over his face. “Hi, honey,” he called, only slightly aware of your silhouette coming out of the kitchen and into the living room. “How was your day?”

Now, you see, your day had two main parts. The first (the usual one), was the part that started as soon as your husband left home for work, and you made your unceremonious walk towards the kitchen table, where you proceeded to work yourself. A few years back, you had managed to score an amazing job in the tech industry which allowed you to work mostly from home, and get a great salary while you’re at it — one downside, though, was that things started to get a bit lonely as your husband’s hours increased.

You knew that Taehyung wasn’t doing it on purpose: he was working hard for a promotion, one that could considerably improve your living situation, and you wouldn’t shoot his plans down like that. But it was a bit disheartening to see him leaving so early and getting home so late, sometimes only after you had already gone to bed. And, besides the emotional void growing inside of you, there was also the sexual one you needed to take care of.

Which leads you to the second part of your day. The scheming one.

You and Taehyung used to have an extremely active sex life, practically fucking like rabbits throughout your dating, engagement, and marriage phases. But now things had started to cool down — really, no one’s fault: Taehyung was too tired most days and you felt too moody — and you had started to grow a bit desperate. It wasn’t as if the two of you never had sex anymore, it was just mostly a very vanilla, very boring, once-every-weekend-maybe kind of thing.

All that being said, it’s understandable why you had started to construct a plan to rekindle that old, dying-out flame of yours. You didn’t want to do anything crazy — regardless of how interesting the idea of handcuffing your husband was, you didn’t think the best approach would be to scare him away from the get-go — so you eventually settled for a few things he particularly liked from back in the dating days.

(You felt so old thinking that.)

Number one: baby pink lingerie, the lacy kind. You didn’t know what kind of intense reaction it unleashed in your husband’s primal brain, but you knew that those were his favorites, and that Taehyung never stopped until he could take them off you. For that special occasion, you had even gone out and bought yourself a new set, matched with some semi-transparent thigh high socks that you also knew he loved. Cover all that up with a loose satin robe (the same color, of course), and you were ready to go.

Number two: a healthy amount of roleplay, matched with absolute submission from your part. Now, that’s where the money was: even if, by some curse placed on him by working countless hours in a corporate, hyper-capitalist job, Taehyung didn’t react to your very sexy, very skimpy set of new lingerie, you knew that would get a reaction out of him. It was exactly the dynamic the two of you liked the most, and you still remembered exactly how to push his buttons.

It was a perfect plan.

Only, you forgot about it.

“It was fine, finally finished coding that page after a bazillion years,” you responded, placing your mug on the coffee table before throwing yourself on the couch. The signs of old age were approaching: your back hurt so much that you could only think about sleeping for the next ten hours. “And yours?”

Taehyung hadn’t really looked at you yet, instead fighting to hang his coat next to the door. “It was good, actually. My boss told me he has some good news to tell me tomorrow.”

Your eyes lit up. “You’re getting that promotion?”

He sighed. “Maybe, I don’t know. I don’t wanna get any expectations, you know my boss. Maybe he’ll just give me a new stapl— What the hell do you have on?”

You paused, looking down at yourself. Oh. Yeah. You had forgotten about that. Or, rather, you forgot about the second part of your plan — because your very pink, very exposed underwear was staring you right in the face.

Still, you managed to keep yourself composed. “It’s new, do you like it?” You smiled, pulling your satin robe to the side. It exposed your breasts, made Taehyung clench his jaw at the sight. You needed to snap into submissive mode soon enough if you wanted that to work, but you also needed a few seconds to center yourself. “Baby?”

You watched as your husband blinked his way back into reality, taking a hesitant step towards you. You wanted to laugh: Taehyung was looking at you like there was a tiger in his living room, and he was trying to find out the best possible approach to deal with it.

And that was the perfect time to strike.

You pouted, hand slithering down to the level of your waist so you could untie the loose knot of the robe. “You don’t like it, sir?” The innocent inflection of your voice made his eyes snap up at yours, something dark starting to swim on the bottom of his irises. He was catching the drift. “I bought it just for you.” The robe was pushed to the side, presenting him with the glorious view of your panties; those socks that made him want to bury his face between your thighs. Taehyung took another step in your direction. “If you want, I can change into something else.”

Just like magic, Taehyung’s expression of exhaustion had been casted away, replaced by one of sheer, unshakable lust. Your breath almost got stuck in your throat as he placed his hands inside the pockets of his pants and took a few silent steps towards the couch. “Don’t change it,” he spoke up. His voice was deep and velvety, shot straight down to your core. “You look beautiful, love.”

You smiled as he sat down next to you. “Thank you, sir.”

“Of course.” Taehyung’s large hand cupped your cheek, and you leaned into his warm touch. His calm disposition was a threatening thing, it got you on edge as his gaze trailed down to your lips; your breasts; your thighs. He hummed. “Want my doll to look pretty for me.”

“Yes, sir,” you said promptly. His eyes were back on yours in no time, thumb caressing your bottom lip. “Can you kiss me, sir?”

His hand brushed down your face, moving onto your neck. Taehyung was thinking of what to do to you, and you were kind enough to wait. “Does my baby want a kiss?” He asked and you nodded. “Very well. Sit on my lap, love.”

You could barely contain your excitement as you followed his order, one leg moving over his thighs so you could straddle him. Taehyung sighed in content as you sat on his erection, which only made the arousal between your legs grow.

“My girl is beautiful, isn’t she?” He mumbled to himself, hands swiftly pulling your robe down your shoulders. A cold breeze embraced your body as the discarded piece of clothing fell somewhere on the floor. “But so, so quick to misbehave.”

Your heartbeat quickened. “I didn’t misbehave, sir.”

“You did, love,” Taehyung spoke slowly, as if he was talking to a child. His movements were tender when he pushed your hair away from your face, but you knew there was wickedness hiding in those still waters. “You are trying to provoke me.”

“I’m not,” you lied.

“You are.” His hands placed themselves on your waist, pulling your body closer to his. They were a bit firmer than before, spreading goosebumps through your skin as they slithered down your lower back, palming your ass cheeks. “You put this on because you wanted me to fuck you, baby. Don’t lie to me now.”

Your hand started playing with his tie, eyes following the movement of your fingers so you could avoid his penetrative gaze. “Sorry, sir.”

His finger found the underside of your chin, pushing it up. You couldn’t escape those eyes, he wouldn’t allow you to. “Why are you apologizing?” He asked calmly. His other hand was still firm on your ass, squeezing the flesh. “I’m not mad. I just find it funny.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Funny?” You echoed.

“Yes, doll,” Taehyung said. “Funny the lengths you go to just because you want my cock.”

Heat exploded on your cheeks at his dirty words, your own speech getting stuck in your throat. You were in trouble, and it was exactly what you had been looking for.

“Hm? Not gonna say anything?” He egged you on, leaning his head to the side. You wanted to touch him, to kiss him, but you knew that things would follow his own pace. “My baby’s so horny for cock she’s not gonna even answer me?”

His words were suffocating you, earning a timid roll of your hips against his hard member. Your underwear was absolutely soaked and you could barely think straight. “I want you, sir,” was what you managed to get out.

“I know,” Taehyung said, his tone so nonchalant, so passive. His knuckles brushed tenderly against your cheek, a sly smirk curling up on his lips. “My pretty little slut just wants to get fucked so bad, doesn’t she?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He hummed, the corners of his lips moving down in disapproval. “Yes…?”

“Yes, sir,” you were quick to correct yourself, hands slithering up his shoulders and behind his neck. It was electrifying how Taehyung managed to get you so worked up so quickly, his unbothered stare burning holes on your skin. You felt so small like that, and you knew he was getting high on the power play. Some things never change. “Sorry, sir.”

“Mhm.” Taehyung didn’t grant you forgiveness so fast, instead leaning back on the couch and analyzing your demeanor. “I don’t know if you deserve my cock, though.”

You blinked, not hesitating for a second. “I do deserve it, sir.”

He scoffed, both of his hands back on your waist. His palms were heavy and warm against your skin, and you could not hold back the thought of having his fingers moving in and out of you. No matter how many times Taehyung touched you, his hands were just so big that he got you seeing stars in no time, filling you up and reaching deep inside you in ways that your own fingers never could. “Show me, then.” His firm voice broke your reveries, digits pressing down on your naked flesh. “You can kiss me now.”

Obedient, you leaned in and trapped his mouth in yours. It was a different world when Taehyung was in that headspace — often, he would kiss you so eagerly, so hungry for more, but, now, his mouth was barely following yours; a disinterested hum melting past his throat, silently daring you to try harder, to show him that you were worth his time. You dug your fingers in his soft hair and placed your tongue inside his mouth, trying to be the best you could be for him and, yet, it seemed as if he was deadset on giving you the bare minimum reaction.

At the same time, you still felt the effects of that kiss, your body heating up as you moaned against his mouth. Taehyung’s hands had traveled downwards and were now tugging at your panties, pulling them up and burying them between your asschecks. It made your back arch; there was a slight pressure on your clit that got you grinding down on his cock. He sighed at that, sucking on your tongue as one of his hands slithered beneath your panties, harshly groping your ass.

You swore he was just about to get into it when he decided to pull away. Slightly breathless and completely overwhelmed, you could only watch as Taehyung tilted his head to the side and, just as nonchalant as before, asked, “What do we say, doll?”

Lucky you, you knew the answer to that question. “Thank you, sir.”

“Very well.” He caressed your cheek once more, eyes trapped on the swell of your lips. Taehyung’s mind was flickering through the details of you — your breasts, your thighs, the perfect weight of your center against his — as he slowly figured out what he wanted to do to you. At last, he made up his mind. “On your knees.”

To move away from his embrace seemed to be a medieval sort of torture, but you did as he told you. You were on your knees in no time, the harsh wooden floor hurting your flesh when you looked up at him, expectant.

Taehyung leaned forward, trapping your chin between his fingers. “So pretty, aren’t you, doll?” He asked, voice velvety and slow. “Wanna be good for me?”

You nodded, eager to please him.

With a deep exhale, he moved back, spreading his arms over the couch’s back. “Good. Take my cock out,” he commanded. You stared up at him for a second too long, waiting to see if that was a test. It was a bit suspicious, after all: he used to tease you for far longer than that before even allowing you to touch him. And, because Taehyung knew you very well, he caught your trail of thought quickly enough. “Isn’t that what you wanted? Go on.”

“Thank you, sir,” you said, just to be sure, and took your hands to his pants. Taehyung had chosen one of his most beautiful suits to work that day, and the dark grey shade did not conceal his erection in the slightest.

The smallest of things got you waiting for more: the sound of his pants being pulled down, apparently so loud in that silent living room; the gradual rise and fall of his chest; the wet mark on his underwear and the straining of his hard, leaking cock against the fabric. It was a good kind of anticipation, for you loved when Taehyung got you on the edge like that, unsure of what would follow, of how he would treat you.

Truth was: you loved being good for him, loved treating him as well as you could. Above all, you loved when he praised you for it, all warm touches and kind regards. But also, you adored when he made you work for those praises, glancing down at you like you were bothering him, like you couldn’t do anything right, not even pleasure him.

His cock was out soon after, heavy in your hands. Taehyung managed to control his demeanor rather well, but you could see that he was extremely turned on: tip reddened and covered in his precum, his length fully hard and throbbing as you gave him a small, tentative pump.

“Spit on it,” he said. “Come on, you know better than to touch me dry.”

You nodded, doing as he told you. A big glob of saliva dripped down onto his member, which you used to help with your movements. Saliva wasn’t lube, that’s true, but it did manage to calm down his attitude for a bit.

Being married meant that you had grown extremely used to each other’s bodies and, just like Taehyung knew your weak spots like the back of his hand, you knew his. Soon enough, you had your tongue trailing the underside of his cock, placing a special pressure on his frenulum. Taehyung inhaled sharply, hands digging to the sofa cushions as you lethargically continued your actions, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip and tasting his precum.

“In your mouth,” he ordered, “now.”

Eager to please him, your lips wrapped around his crown and you gradually began sinking down on him. Taehyung was thick, always gave you a hard time as you slowly grew used to his size inside your mouth; a strangled moan perishing in your throat as you took him in. Above you, the man groaned in satisfaction, one of his large hands resting on the back of your head.

“Move.”

You agreed with a whimper, closing your eyes as your mouth moved up and down on his member, cheeks hollowing every time you sucked him. Taehyung got you just the way that he liked: so small beneath him, with your doll-like eyes looking up at him through a thin curtain of your tears. He always thought you looked so pretty with his cock inside your mouth, your perfect lips and tongue making him lose his mind.

“Fuck. Such a good cockslut.” He raised his hips just enough to reach deeper inside your throat, making you gag around him. The sound was beautiful to his ears, turned into a much more heavenly symphony when it quickly morphed into a muffled moan. Taehyung loved watching you struggle with his size, it made him want to break you apart. “You like my cock, baby?”

You nodded, but it seemed like it wasn’t enough. Taehyung tugged in your hair, signaling that he wanted you to remove your mouth from him. He needed to hear you say it, and you were beyond happy to oblige. “I love it, sir,” you told him, your voice a bit groggy from your previous act. “So much. It’s so huge.”

“Suck it harder, then.” His own voice was a bit airy, not so rough around the edges. He must’ve been close. “Show me how much you love it.”

This time, just a simple nod from your part satisfied him, for he allowed your mouth to wrap around his cock once again. Without hesitation, you did as he told you to, sucking his cock harder, taking it deeper than you were before. Your new approach was a gift from god, it appeared, because it took you no time to have Taehyung’s animosity meeting away.

“That’s it, that’s my dirty girl,” he praised, fingers intertwined in your hair. You could feel his big cock throbbing inside your mouth, releasing precum. It was just a matter of time before he spilled himself inside your mouth. “Gonna make me cum like a good slut.”

You moaned around him, one hand moving down to play with his balls. Taehyung hissed at the sensation, throwing his head back and groaning something you couldn’t quite grasp. There were beautiful droplets of sweat accumulating just above his white collar — it was almost humiliating how naked you felt when compared to his dressed, composed self — and this thick neck seemed to be calling for you, wishing that you’d place hot, messy kisses all over it. But you couldn’t do it just yet, not when he was about to cum down your throat.

Taehyung’s breath hitched and you instantly knew that he was just there. A couple more seconds and your theory was proven right: he grunted as his hot cum filled your mouth, a vague rising of his hips making his tip hit the back of your throat. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Don’t swallow yet.”

Oh he was in that mood, it seemed.

Apparently your plan had worked better than expected, because it had been a long time since Taehyung didn’t ask you to swallow his cum right away. As much as he adored when you did that, he also loved seeing his cum on you — splattered on your abdomen, on your tits, on your ass; maybe running between your pussy lips after he was done fucking you or, in that case, in your mouth. You didn’t quite understand the appeal that it had, but who were you to judge?

You removed his cock from your mouth soon after, filled with expectation as he shifted above you, leaning in closer. You blinked up at him as his hand found the underside of your jaw.

“Let me see.” Taehyung pulled on your chin and you quickly got your cue, opening your mouth. A flash of lust shimmered inside his eyes at the sight of his cum inside your mouth, the corner of his lips being tugged upwards into a satisfied smirk. “Perfect. Swallow now.” He closed your mouth.

Once again, you did as he commanded. “Thank you, sir,” you said. The discomfort between your legs was growing at a fast progression, monopolizing your mind — you had already been so good to your husband, did everything that he told you to, and now your own arousal was getting the best of you. You shifted around on the ground, your knees still hurting a bit. “Sir, please…”

Taehyung hummed, caressing your cheek. “What is it?”

“I'm so horny, I wanna cum,” you whined.

“Is that so?” Taehyung questioned, thumb caressing your bottom lip. It was a bit swollen after you had blown him, made him want to bite it. Instead, he leaned back against the couch. “Stand up.”

You fumbled as you got up to your feet, unsure of what to do next. Luckily, you didn’t have to think about it for long, because Taehyung soon gripped you by the hips and pulled you closer to him, your shins knocking on the sofa. His fingers were surprisingly tender as they slowly navigated towards your pussy, pulling the dainty pink fabric aside. “Love the color,” he mumbled as if he was talking to himself. You were just about to thank him, but your words were ripped out of you when his finger sunk between your folds. “Look at my girl. Got this wet just by sucking my cock, baby?” He looked up at you. You felt dizzy under his intense gaze, barely nodding in return. He smiled. “How dirty.”

You wanted to touch him, to find support on his broad shoulders, but you didn’t know if you were allowed to. Instead, you merely gasped as Taehyung started toying with your sensitive entrance, feeling as if your legs would fail you at any time. “Sir, please,” you pleaded once more, “I need you.”

He hummed, one finger slowly entering you. You practically melted as Taehyung added a second one right away, curling them up in the way you loved so much. “Yes, darling, I heard you.” But it didn’t seem like he did, for his hungry gaze was trapped on the sinking of his digits inside your tight hole. You were so on edge that you could cum just like that; a few desperate whimpers already dripping from your lips as he continued his movements. Your sounds seemed to drag him back to reality, though, for he was soon removing them from your pussy, ignoring your frustrated cries. “Go to the bedroom.” His eyes snapped up at you. “You better be naked in bed when I get there.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

If you didn’t know Taehyung as well as you did, perhaps that command would’ve taken the worries off your shoulders. However, the thing was: when your husband was in that headspace, you could never really predict what would come from it. Just because he had sent you to the bedroom, it didn’t mean that he would suddenly become pliant and adamant to fulfill your every need — if anything, it meant that he had enough energy and discipline to spare. If he wanted to fuck you straight away (like you had begged him to), he would’ve just taken you on the couch, like he had done countless times before. No, the fact that he was sending you — alone — to the bedroom was probably not such a good sign.

When you entered the suite, you started removing your bra, then your panties and, finally, the thigh high socks. You felt yourself become more and more uneasy as you laid down bare on the bed, feeling as small shock waves of anticipation ran through your body. Every time you heard a noise coming from somewhere else in the apartment, your heart missed a beat.

Taehyung liked to make those moments as dragged-out as possible. He got some sick kick out of it, you guessed, probably made him feel like a predator stalking its prey, playing with its food. He liked to leave you wondering what he would do to you, and you couldn’t say you were bothered by it either.

At last, when you thought that your heart was about to jump out of your chest, he walked into the bedroom, his slender fingers loosening his silk tie. It was a stark contrast how dressed Taehyung still was — everything still in place, with only the zipper of his pants still opened. He looked absolutely composed, his dark eyes following the curves of your body as he gradually approached you.

“Beautiful,” he complimented, sitting down next to you. The bed dipped under his weight, making your breasts bounce slightly. His gaze fell over them and he hummed, one hand tenderly squeezing the flesh. You gasped at the sensation, which ripped a small chuckle out of him. “And so sensitive.”

You didn’t know if it was the best moment to speak up, so you didn’t. Instead, you waited as Taehyung’s hand gradually made its way up your chest, towards your neck and, finally, to your cheek. There, it stayed for a moment, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. He really enjoyed doing that, it seemed. “Open up for me,” he requested. And so you did, lips parting so two of his fingers could enter your mouth. Taehyung pressed down on your tongue, making you release a small whimper, before allowing you to suck on his fingers. “That’s it. What do we say?”

“Thank you, sir,” you struggled to speak against his fingers.

“That’s right.” Taehyung removed his digits from your mouth, lowering them until they were pressed against your clit. You moaned and raised your hips under the random surge of pleasure, but his other hand soon met the skin of your inner thigh, making you stand still. “Shhh, shhh,” he shushed you, “don’t move now.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly slid between your folds. The pressure was light, barely teasing your sensitive entrance before going back up to play with your clit.

“So fucking soaked for me, doll,” Taehyung groaned, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth opened a little, allowing a small sob to fall from it. “Such an eager little pussy.”

“S-Sir,” you gasped, fingers digging to the pristine white sheets of your bed. You had just changed them, and now they were bearing witness to your sinful acts. “I want you.”

Taehyung hummed, apparently distracted with the sensation of your slickness covering him. “You have me, darling.”

“N-Not your fingers,” you said. “Want your cock, please.”

The moment he stopped his movements, you realized you had fucked up. Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue that shot straight through your chest, quickening your heartbeat. “You’re so spoiled.” He removed his hand from your heat and you didn’t even find the force within you to complain about it. Not when he was looking at you with such a mixture of disappointment and frustration. “You tell me you want to cum, and then that my fingers aren’t good enough for you?”

“Sorry, sir,” you rushed to say, a frail veil of tears shimmering in your eyes. You felt like you had been edged for hours, even if that wasn’t the case. The sexual tension was just too high, leaving you so worked up that it hurt. And there was also an extra level of desperation knowing that your release wasn't exactly your decision at that moment. “Please, I need it so bad.”

Taehyung scrutinized your face for a moment, watching the quick beating of your eyelashes and the thin layer of sweat that covered your skin. He felt a familiar sense of power washing over him, watching intently for every sign of pleading eagerness that covered your features. You looked so beautiful, he thought, so meek and polite under him. You had been so good, after all, there was no need to postpone your pain any further.

But he would. For just a tiny bit longer.

Taehyung breathed out. “You’re lucky I’m feeling nice. Turn around.” He slapped the inside of your thigh, a smirk blossoming at the corners of his pink lips as he watched you yelp in surprise. Still, you obeyed him once again, turning until you were on your stomach. “Hands and knees. Ass up. And don’t look behind you.”

After you had positioned yourself, Taehyung started undressing. You could only hear the shuffling of his clothes as he gradually removed them — taking his sweet time as his eyes lingered on your form. He could see that you were still so absolutely soaked for him, the glistening of your pussy making his cock throb inside his underwear. He would tease you a bit further if he, himself, had it in him to wait a bit longer. However, at that moment, there was nothing that Taehyung wanted more than to be buried deep inside your cunt.

You bounced up and down on the bed as he kneeled on it, hands on your hips tugging you towards him. You whined when you felt the pressure of his hard cock between your ass cheeks, your pussy clenching around nothing. Still, you waited for him to make the first move, since your latest attempt at asking for more had earned you a scolding from his part.

And, apparently, not only that. All air ran out of your lungs when you felt Taehyung’s hand collapsing against the skin of your ass once, twice, until you were crying out. “Sir, wait—“

“Quiet,” he reprimanded. “You’re always misbehaving. Can you take your punishment now? Or are you going to keep complaining?”

That was his way of asking for your consent to keep going, you realized, and you promptly gave it to him. “Y-Yes, sir.”

Another slap against your ass was what you recieved, this time on the other side. Taehyung’s palm was heavy on your skin, and you relished in the pain it left behind; your hands holding onto the pillows for any sort of grounding. “Good. Maybe this will teach you not to be so fucking spoiled,” he growled, hitting you once more. Your body jumped forwards a bit, legs weak beneath you. “Stand still.”

You tried your best to do so, enduring a few more spanks until Taehyung had deemed it sufficient. If you had been wet before, now you were completely drenched, every nerve on your body standing alert to the smallest of touches. So much in fact that, when he leaned in to place a kiss against your shoulder, you cried out at the feeling of his cock moving between your ass cheeks.

“Pretty.” His hand caressed the sensitive skin where he had hit you before. You flinched under his touch, but liked the stinging pain that came along with it. “Gonna fuck you now, love.”

You could’ve sobbed in relief. “Yes, yes, please, sir.”

Taehyung leaned back slowly, one hand curling around the base of his cock so he could guide himself inside you. His crown slid between your folds once, twice, making you whimper as it accidentally hit your clit. The sounds of your wetness were shameful, filling the room as he pressed himself against your opening. You sighed and whimpered at the feeling, for a moment thinking that your thighs would give out beneath you. Instead, Taehyung held you up as his cock gradually plunged inside you, stretching you wide.

There hadn’t been as much preparation as you’d like, but the small rush of pain was a welcomed one. You moaned out his name as his big cock continued to sink inside you, feeling every inch of it as it filled you up. Taehyung was fucking huge and, even after so long by his side, you had never truly grown used to it.

You gasped when he entered you completely, his hands giving a last pull on your hips to make sure that he couldn’t go any deeper. “S-So much,” you stuttered.

He scoffed. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Now fucking take it.” Taehyung angled his hips back, sliding his cock out of your heat until only his tip was inside. He came slamming back in, sinking into your velvety walls like they were made for him to fuck. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, it’s just pulling me in. Dripping down my cock, fuck.”

And you could only moan out at his filthy words, brain turning into a chaotic mess as he started drilling in and out of you. At that point, you had been so worked up that you could only focus on the amazing sensation of his cock fucking you open, so big and heavy inside you.

From what you could hear, Taehyung wasn’t much different. His controlling attitude had started to wash away as his high started to approach; the room filled with the low grunts and moans that came from his throat. He was holding onto you so tightly that you thought he was going to break you in half, his thrusts deep, fast and precise. Really, it was shameful how close you already were, walls tightening around his length as your legs started to shake.

“S-So good, sir, your cock feels so good,” you moaned out, lost in bliss. “I’m c-close.”

“Cum all over my cock, baby,” Taehyung grunted. “Come on, be good for me.”

You nodded, clenching your jaw as you felt your pleasure rising at a thundering speed. Taehyung wasn’t planning on slowing down either, his cock hitting deep inside your pussy and making your eyes roll back.

“Fuck, oh my—“ you cursed out, but could not finish your sentence. Your orgasm washed over you like an avalanche, whitening out your thoughts as your walls clenched around him; loud moans and whimpers of his name falling in a jumbled mess between your lips. “T-Tae…”

The lack of his preferred title seemed to be lost on him, since Taehyung was also approaching his own climax. “So fucking wet. So tight and warm for me. Perfect little cunt,” he was talking to himself at this point, letting his thoughts flow out of his mouth with no apparent direction. “Wanna cum inside your pussy, doll. Fill you up so good.”

You whined out at his words. You were still holding onto the pillows, trying to find any sort of foundation to fight against the sensitivity that was growing inside you. “P-Please, yes.”

Taehyung growled at your words, pushing his body forward until he was squeezing you against the bed. The new angle made his cock hit different spots inside your cunt, a newfound wave of euphoria starting to buzz inside you. “Want that?” His voice was a rough moan against your ear, his breath kissing your skin in dense, hot clouds. “Gonna take my cum like a good slut?”

“Yes, sir,” you said, “I want it so bad.”

“Yeah? Wanna give you a baby, gonna look so fucking pretty for me.” Taehyung’s words hit you like a ton of bricks, making you clench around his cock. You had never realized that you wanted him to say that, especially in a context like that, but it made you melt instantly. And because he knew you so well, he rapidly noticed the way your body responded to it. “You like that?”

You nodded. “Y-Yes.”

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he moaned, placing a sloppy kiss against your neck. You could feel Taehyung throbbing inside you, signaling that he was close. “So fucking perfect. I love you so much.”

“L-Love you too,” you said back.

Taehyung sighed at your words, a last moan reverberating in his chest before he was spilling himself inside of you. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned at the feeling, getting utterly lost in the way that your walls milked his cock clean, taking everything that he gave you. “Fuck, that’s it.”

With a final, shuddering breath, Taehyung collapsed against you, placing a bunch of kisses on your shoulders. You giggled at the random softness of his actions, feeling as his cock slipped out of you. He rolled around until he was falling backwards on the bed, a final puff of air exploding upon his lips.

“Well, damn.” Taehyung laughed. You could only do the same, pushing your body closer to his. “Why don’t we do this more often?”

You rested your head on his chest. “Because adult life fucking sucks, that’s why.”

“Fair enough.” He sighed. One of his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head. A fond smile curled up on your lips. “Was I too rough?”

“Just a bit, but I liked it.” You angled your head up to look at him. Taehyung took his cue to kiss your lips instead. “Can you get something to clean me up?”

He clicked his tongue. “I’m feeling pretty lazy right now. Besides…” he trailed off, “Kinda like you like this.”

You rolled your eyes, but the teasing nature of your tone gave your faux-annoyance away. “I figured,” you said. “Wanna talk about the baby situation?”

Taehyung’s face swiftly grew serious. He apparently discovered a new source of energy, because, within a second, he was pushing you off and bolting out of bed. “Suddenly I need to find a towel.”

And you could only laugh because, as it has been proven, you were kind of a mastermind when it came to making evil plans. If Taehyung needed another one to get him talking, you wouldn’t mind elaborating it.

You wouldn’t mind at all.

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SF9 reaction to their s/o being horny in the middle of the night lol ty

Me being horny rn helps ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Warnings: Smut. A lot of it. Female anatomy. Everything is consensual. Unprotected sex. Biting. Fingering. Pussy slapping (sorry for the choice of words, I'm tired rn 💀). Dom/sub tones. Manhandling? Doggy style. Oral (R). Missionary. Kitten as pet name. Riding. Thigh riding. Face sitting. Cockwarming. Dirty talk. Lmk if I need to add more.

Youngbin

He won't wake up till his dick is like super hard

And that's gonna happen easily cause you're squirming against him

When he does wake up tho

He'll grab your hips to stop you from moving

Slowly grinds his front to your back

Pleased breaths while his eyes are still closed

"Need some help jagi?"

And he asks that in a deep ass voice conveying that he's awake

Won't think much about it tbh

He'll just pull your shorts/underwear down along with his

And fucks his cock into your wet hole

Lemme tell you it feels heavenly when he enters you

You can't help but moan out loud as your eyes roll back

Harshly bites your shoulder and neck

His expert hips do an amazing job 🤤

The pace is fast then slow

Definitely squeezes your ass harshly

Inseong

Oh he's gonna be a lil pissed that you made him horny

But he doesn't get fully hard

He will in the morning but right now

He wants to punish you 😉

Strips your lower half so quickly you don't even finish a gasp

Smacks your pussy a few times while scolding/degrading you a lil bit

"Fuck you can't keep your hands off me can you?"

"Want me to make you cum baby?"

And while he's dirty talking to you

His fingers are teasingly running over your hips and inner thighs

Just to rile you up more

His tongue enters your mouth at the same moment his fingers enter you

So relentless in his movements

Thumb is circling your clit while his whole fingers pump in and out of you

"Yeah. You like that don't you?"

And fuck you do cause you're literally shaking against his body that's on top of yours

Starts to suck on your neck when you start to clench

Jaeyoon

Oh he's just gonna groan as soon as he's half awake

Not cause he's upset

Oh hell no

He's actually very happy

Just give him a moment to wake up

"Get ready to be sore in the morning jagi"

Bites his lip as his hands roughly turn you into your front

Straddles your thighs

Slaps your ass and presses his crotch along it's curve

Pulls both of your pants till your mid thigh

Enters you whole swiftly making your legs quiver

One hands is placed next to your head and the others is holding your head to the pillow

Literal inhuman pace

Wants to make you cum quickly

And preferable more than once

Mocks your whines omg

"Fuck can you feel the bed shake baby?"

"You love it when I fuck you into the mattress?"

Loves that your night shorts are restricting your leg movements making you writhe under him whenever you cum

Dawon

Oh he isn't asleep don't worry

Smirks when he hears your breathy moans as you clench your thighs together to relieve yourself

Slowly slips under the covers

Kisses your thighs so suddenly you shriek

Also kisses your folds over your shorts

When you throw the covers off your bodies, he pulls your shorts off

"Are you wet for me baby?"

Doesn't let you answer cause he's already diving into your pussy

Licks long stripes up and down at first

Then enters you with his tongue

Nose nudges your clit

Fingers pinching your inner thighs

Arms wrapped around your thighs and hips to hold you down

Cause you're shaking so much from the pleasure he's giving you with his mouth

Purposely swears while he's sucking your clit just to make you cry out for him

Very cruel

But it's okay cause he makes you cum hard

You're chewing on your wrist just to not scream from your intense orgasm

So proud when he comes up to your face level

Zuho

He'll be half asleep when he tells you to stop and go back to sleep

And also that he'll fuck you in the morning

But you are his needy kitten right

So you turn to face him and start to trace his facial features with one hand

Your other hand slips between your bodies to cup his length over his sweats

Slowly you tease him till he's awake

But what you don't know is that he's been awake since he asked you to stop

Cause when you teased him he was reminded of how good your feel wrapped around his dick and body

Grabbing your hand he surprises you

"I'll teach you a lesson now. My sexy kitten is horny for my dick huh?"

Throws the covers off so suddenly

Pulls you to the edge of bed by the back of your knees

Spanks your thighs till they're red while dirty talking you till you're begging him to fuck you like his good kitten

Rubs your folds with the head of his veiny cock

My gosh you can feel the texture of his dick on your walls when he enters you

Fucks you senseless

He wants you leaking on the bed but at the same time he wants to punish you for waking him up

He'll hold your face in his palm to make you look into his eyes when he teases you and when he cums deep in you

Rowoon

"Stop. Please."

Cause he knows that if he's hard he will fuck you till your legs are jelly

But he doesn't have the energy for that right now

When you whine and plead while tracing his chest and abdomen

He'll give in

Obviously he will

Pulls his night shorts down till his dick is free

Strokes himself during the whole time you get up and undress your lower half

Hand rests on your hip as you straddle his naked core with yours

Groans when you start to sink down on him

Definitely wide awake when he's completely in your heat

Moving back and forth bit by bit you bite your lip and release teasing moans of his name

"Fuck please go faster. You feel so amazing around me"

So many compliments 🥺

Pushing your hair to one side you lean down to capture his lips

Kissing him desperately you ride him faster

His hands rest on your ass

Squeezing it when you clench around him

Kiss his neck to drive him insane omg

His thighs tense and his hands roughly grab your hips when he cums

Curses mixed with your name

Which triggers your orgasm too

Yoo Taeyang

Tae would've been fast asleep

If it weren't for you sighing angrily every few minutes

Then every few seconds

All you were trying to do was to relieve yourself of your horniness

Clenching on nothing but air

Tae was rather tired today but if he wasn't, he'd be all over you and in you in every fucking way he knows

"Just turn on to your side"

His voice did startle you but you obeyed

So you spoon with him being the bigger spoon

That is until he moved your shorts to a side

"Fuck. You're really wet baby."

He says as his fingers play with your folds agonizingly slowly

Teasing your entrance purposely

When you beg him not to tease you cutely

He just lifts your upper leg higher till it's bent at your knee

Pumps his cock a few times leaving you in inticipation of what he'll do next

You moan when he enters you, taking you gently

Shuddering you clench around him so much that he hisses you to stop

Driving his dick completely in your warmth he just stays there

Not moving a bit and and groaning you to stop whenever you squeezed his length

Holds you close like that till you both fall asleep

Hwiyoung

He just laughs tiredly

"Babygirl I can't right now"

Almost sounds like whining

But when you kiss his neck and grind on his thigh and ask him oh so sweetly

"Please 🥺"

Fuck his resolve breaks and he's wide awake now

Gulps and licks his lips

"I have an idea. Ride my face."

He giggles when he sees your happy yet shocked expression

Massages you thighs as you climb up to his face

His eyes never leave your core 🤭

God he's never looked so hungry for you ever

His pupils blown, breathing heavy

The moment you are comfortable over his face he just goes to town

Pulls you lower by your hips

Eyes closed the whole while

Humming in approval at the way you taste

And you totally losing it above him is just motivating him more

Your cries

Your hands pulling his hair

Or holding the headboard

Or when you lean you head on the wall when his teeth scrape your clit

Gosh he'll want to do this every single fucking time you have sex

Chani

Okay he's gonna be a little lazy

He's too tired to fuck you or even get hard or so he thinks

So he'll just stop your whining by nudging your thighs apart

And pushing his knee in between them

"Make yourself cum"

He's barely awake lmao

When your start riding his thigh, he slowly wakes up when he feels that wet patch from your leaked arousal on his thigh

Slides his hand in his own pants and strokes himself to the same speed as you hips

The other hand rides up in your shirt

Tweaks your hard nipples

Kisses your neck when you whimper

Moans your name into your ear

Presses his hard chest into your back

Starts flexing his thigh muscles to give you added pleasure

Slips the hand playing with your nipples inside your shorts

Rubs your clit at a fast pace

"Close baby?"

Tiny pecks your neck to ear when you cum from his hand and thigh

Pecks at your cheek and jaw lovingly as you calm down from your intense high

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