#dom!Sebastian

[lostmyremembrall]

𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓢𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼

Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt x GenderNeutral!Reader 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟, 𝐻𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡

Summary: Not a single pair of knickers to wear to class. You're beyond angry when you storm into their dorm, knowing them to be the culprit of your misery. Those foul rats will pay. (And get you new ones).

Warning: Hints of smut. The pronouns are gn, but MC wears thongs.

-> Pt. 2 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝔂 𝓖𝓲𝓯𝓽 -> Pt. 3 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓖𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭

“You! Are. A Swine!”

Those were the first words that you greeted Sebastian Sallow with. 

Sebastian’s eyes widened as you burst into their dorm, the chuckle dying on his lips at some lame joke that he made to Ominis.

“Woah woah,” Sebastian raised his hands in surrender as if to tame a fuming feline. “No sweet words blessing me good morning? No kisses on the cheek?”

Ominis’ lips curled with a light scoff at his friend’s rather dramatised woes.

“We’ll talk of kisses after you make amends,” you seethed.

“Oh Sebastian, what did you do this time?” Ominis sighed, his brows knitted in disapproval and disappointment, a turn of phrase that was becoming habitual for his liking.

You ignored Sebastian shaking his head in bewilderment, and produced colourful fabrics from your robe pocket.

“This!” You shook the lacey fabric in the air. Sebastian smirked victoriously at the realisation of what you held in your hand.

“Torn,” you continued to shake exasperatedly. “Every. Single. One!” With every word, you threw the fistful of your undergarments at Sallow’s smug smile.

“Sebastian you savage,” Ominis joined in on the rebuke. His steely cool blue eyes pierced the man that sat on the bed, refusing to take off the thongs that still hung on his ear. But still, you caught a glimpse of amusement in the corner of the blond’s lips.

“Oh you are no better, Ominis Gaunt,” you snapped, eliciting a raise of confused brows from the boy.

“You promised you’d buy me new ones!” his ears perked at the sound of your heels approaching his bed where he sat. “I have yet to see your commitment to that promise, Ominis,” you crossed your arms as you towered over him.

Ominis parted his lips, but closed them again in an excuse that never came to him.

“In fact,” you raised your head, “I am certain that someone had been stealing my knickers.”

Ominis remained motionless, his eyes nervously flickering around the space before him. But, you did not miss the distinct blush that guiltily rose to his cheeks and to the tip of his ears.

“Let’s see, where would an unruly boy hide such a thing,” you swerved on your heels, surveying the room that you’ve come to know too well, taking your time.

“Ah, perhaps… the bedside table?”

You evaded the blond’s hand that shot up in a futile attempt to stop you only to grasp at nothing, and opened the bedside drawer.

“Ah ha!”

You may as well call it had turned into your underwear drawer. In the folds of many colourful fabrics and laces, you found some of Ominis’ valuables and belongings - a collection of watches for different occasions, cuffs, and suit pins. It was vibrant and shimmering with luxury like some treasure box.

The top drawer and the bottom, full of them.

 “Maybe…” You turned on your heels once more, ignoring the way the blond bit his lips in silent shame and embarrassment. “Under the pillow?”

You were not disappointed. A pair of your knickers, hidden underneath the silk pillows. His favourite ones.

“Ooh, you have been naughty, Ominis Gaunt,” you tsked.

But, knowing Ominis Gaunt, the gentleman in the street, the fucking depraved animal in the sheets, you knew they weren’t all.

You narrowed your eyes on him. He straightened his back, seemingly sensing your fuming gaze that pierced him on the spot.

“My favourite ones,” you raised a demanding brow. “Where are they?”

Ominis swallowed hard. If it wasn’t for the cool Slytherin dorms, a sweat would have been tickling down his back.

“Ominis?” your saccharine voice belied the fingers you dragged across his jaw, your digging fingernails eliciting a twitch from the boy.

Ominis gave out a shuddery breath, his milky eyes staring past you to your left.

Your fingers traced down his neck, to his chest, feeling the small mound. You furrowed, and dug your fingers into his inner chest pocket, fishing out your last pair.

“Ominis, you beast!” Sebastian’s eyes shimmered, seemingly exuberant that the object of your wrath have been redirected away from him.

Ominis rolled his eyes at the comment, fully aware that his friend was merely trying to egg you on. The traitorous rat.

“Do you carry these with you, everywhere?” you swung the pair in front of Ominis’ eyes. Blind as he was, he could smell it, most likely.

It was perhaps the most unbearable thing for him, to have the proof thrust into his face. The evidence of his thievery. The evidence that he wasn’t a gentleman as much as he liked to think he was. He couldn’t bring himself to look up at you, his skin beet red as he murmured, “Maybe.”

“Ugh,” you tossed the pair into his face, the blond recoiling from the shock. “You two are unbelievable!”

“Thanks to you two,” you turned at the doorway, seething. “Now I have nothing to wear to Charms, which,” you briskly glanced at your watch. “Begins in 15 minutes!”

You fumed as tapped your feet, huffing out the strands of hair on your face. You waited for an apology. But, the boys remained quiet, silenced by the raging storm in front of them that was ‘the love of their lives’, unfortunately.

“So,” it was Sebastian who spoke up first, followed by a tentative glance towards Ominis. He leaned over, his elbows on his knees as his curious eyes flickered between your eyes and your hips. “You are not wearing anything at the moment, then? Underneath that?”

There was not a single remorse in those hungry eyes, your pink knickers still hanging off of his ear.

You swallowed the shock, the heat now rising to your own cheeks. “I–,” you stammered at his lips that curled into a smirk, intuiting the answer from your reaction.

“You’re incorrigible, Sebastian,” you managed to hiss in the end. Deeming an attempt at any civilised conversation with these two was pointless, you turned on your heels, and stormed off.

It was quiet after the storm, broken by Ominis’ blatant question.

“Does this mean we get to keep these?”

Sebastian, however, was not paying any heed to his question. His eyes were glued to where your hips were before the door closed. The way they moved, underneath the garment – they certainly weren’t wearing anything.

“15 minutes,” he breathed out.

Turning to Ominis, he asked, “That’s plenty of time, don’t you think?”

“Hm,” Ominis pondered, the class and composure returning to him as he brushed the dust off of his suit leg. “A bit short for my liking. But, I am hungry,” he murmured with a mischievous grin.

Sebastian did not need to be told twice. He was off on his feet, dashing after you.

The Charms class was just going to have to wait.

A/N: Of course, my first story about them is sexual🙄🙄 Comes as no surprise, really.

[bucks-babe]

Be Mean To Me

Pairing: Bucky x f!reader

Summary: After a long day at work, you just want to lose all control and have your boyfriend fuck you into oblivion 

Warnings: Established relationship, slight angst, fluff, smut, mean!dom!bucky, reader asks for it, they are so in love, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, oral (male receiving), ball sucking, slapping, spit kink?, degradation, humiliation, name calling (slut, whore, bitch, sugar, good girl), daddy kink, some praise, spanking, pussy slapping (like once), safe word (yellow), vaginal sex, no prep anal, Bucky has a huge dick, choking, aftercare, check-ins, crying during sex, crying after sex, soft!Bucky, no mention of Y/N, no description of reader other than being female

Word Count: 4.9k of mostly smut

A/N: This was very self indulgent. Work has been kicking my ass and I want to be taken care of. Any mistakes are my own. If I missed any warnings please let me know. @bucknastysbabe it's done! I think I should go back to therapy. But hey, smut

You feel your throat tighten as you walk up to the apartment you share with Bucky. It was one of those days that left you beaten down and wanting to curl up under your blankets and cry. You didn’t even want to go into work this morning, having to force yourself to get ready. Too many rude customers, incompetent coworkers giving you more work than you get paid to do, everything leaving you overstimulated and wanting your boyfriend.

It left a craving deep down inside of you, a want that you knew only he could quell. You just wanted to shut your brain off, have Bucky take care of you, ruin you, treat you like a whore, break you down, just to put you back together again.

You swallow the lump in your throat and unlock the front door, finding Bucky on the couch watching some random action movie that he claimed to hate. At the sight of him your body naturally relaxes and the urge to crawl onto his lap is too much to bear.

“Hey, sugar. I’ve been missing you all day. You’ll never fucking believe the video Sam sent me of Tony trying out his new thrusters! He flew rig- What’s wrong?” He perked up at the sound of the door opening, truly missing his girl. Whenever you’re around him his entire day gets better, a lightness filling his chest, but when he sees how run down you are, his heart literally hurts for you. Bucky wants to protect you from everything, from supervillains all the way to spiders in the house.

“Long day, baby. Just wanna be with you.” He opens his arms and you instantly crawl into his lap, eyes burning with tears you refuse to shed. He runs his metal hand up and down your back, pulling you as close to him as possible, while his flesh hand rests on your head, holding you to his neck, letting you breathe him in.

“What can I do for you, sugar? Want to talk about it? I can order from your favorite place. Can run you a bath. Whatever you want, sweet girl.” 

“Please, be mean to me, Bucky.” Bucky feels his heart clench in his chest. He wants to keep your heart safe from whatever it is that is plaguing you, but he knows he can’t. What he can do is follow your request and make you forget.

“How mean do you want me, sugar?” Bucky has done this for you a few times. He always asks how you want him to treat you. It’s in his nature to be sweet to you, fill you with praise, but that's not what you want right now. You want to be degraded and treated like a fucktoy.

“Mean.” You keep your eyes trained on him. This is the only part where you need to keep your head on, make sure that he knows you want this.

“Remember your colors, sugar?” You nob, excitement bubbling up inside of you. “Remember, daddy will only be upset with you if you don’t use them. If you need to say yellow or red, you will.” His tone is final. This is the only way he would ever agree to treating you like a slut.

“Yes, daddy.” And just like that, Bucky’s entire demeanor changes. He goes from your sweet, cuddly boyfriend to a cold and callous body of muscle. 

“Then take your clothes off, slut.” He pushes you off his lap, just hard enough to give the illusion of indifference. As you strip, Bucky keeps his eyes trained on the TV, not paying you any mind. Your core throbs at the fact that you are completely exposed while he is still fully dressed. 

“On your knees.” He’s still not looking at you, but you obey without thought, willing to do whatever he wants. Grabbing the back of your neck, he forces you in between his spread legs, and you whine at the fact that his cock is still soft inside his sweats. Any other day, Bucky would make sure that your knees were never on the hardwood floor without a pillow or something soft underneath, but not today.

On days like these, when you want to feel completely submissive, it takes Bucky a while to get aroused. It’s in his nature to love up on you, make you drunk with pleasure in the sweetest way possible. He feeds off of your energy. When he is sure that you are having fun, his body lets himself fall into his role.

“What? You think at the first signs of some tits I’m gonna get hard? I knew you were a dumb slut but I didn’t realize just how thick you were.” Your pussy was absolutely pulsing with need. With his hand still on the back of your neck, he rubs your face against his crotch, feeling his cock begin to harden at the smell of your arousal.

He pulls you back far enough to slide his pants down, foregoing boxers, and you immediately try to take his half hard length in your mouth. Before you can process it, Bucky’s right hand lands a slap to your cheek - hard enough to make a welt that will take a few hours to disappear. You gasp and your cunt pulses even harder than before at the sting left on your cheek. 

His metal hand wraps around your chin, much cooler than it’s supposed to be, and forces you to look him in the eye. In the back of your mind you realize that he turned on the cooling function in his arm to sooth your cheek; the arm was built to keep him cool in the Wakandan sun and heat. “Did daddy say you could suck his cock?” He uses his hand to shake your head from side to side, answering for you. “Then keep your slutty mouth shut.”

He spreads his legs wider and pulls your face closer to his heavy sack, already full of cum. “Hands behind your back, and suck on daddy’s balls.” You join your hands together behind your back without question and nuzzle his balls. Wasting no time, you take one into your mouth, sucking feverishly, enjoying the light dusting of hair tickling your face.

“Oh, fuck, come on, slut, I know you can do better than that. Take ‘em both in your dirty mouth.” He pushes you further into him, cutting off your oxygen, and you swear you hear your slick drip onto the floor. Your jaw aches as you try to get them both in your mouth, but you can't; his balls are too big. Bucky ruts against your face, squishing his balls, precum leaking from his tip, dripping onto his stomach after he takes his shirt off.

With your limited amount of movement, you alternate between each ball, licking at the seam. Every time you switch balls, you feel the other drag wetly across your face and you have to clench your legs in an attempt to quell the ache between them while fighting with your need for air. “Such a dirty bitch, lapping at your daddy’s nuts, shit.” He pulls you back just as your head starts to go fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, and you gasp for air, spit is covering the lower half of your face and is dripping down your neck and chest; Bucky feels his cock throb at the sight.

Reaching out, Bucky smears your spit around your face and leaves another, weaker smack to your cheek before he grabs his cock and uses his weeping tip to tease you, dragging it on your face. “What a nasty fucking bitch, drooling all over the place just from sucking some balls.” He slaps your cheeks with it a few times before forcing your head down all the way, making you gag and you immediately pull off, coughing.

He stares into your eyes, cold and calculating, waiting for you to speak. When your coughing subsides you manage to get out a hoarse ‘green,’ giving him the all clear. He takes your head and once again makes you take his cock, this time much slower and not as deep, the first time he wanted to fuck with you. “Such a perfect fucking mouth, shit.” He stops you from bobbing your head, “Stop being such a desperate whore and let daddy finish his movie.” You're sure you’re leaking onto the floor at this point.

You are able to see his face and he looks wrecked, mouth hanging open and head back; he’s not watching shit. Nonetheless, you rest your head on his thigh, getting comfortable, spreading your legs out to get closer to the floor so your head won't be bent at an awkward angle, ignoring the pain in your knees and the ache in your jaw. 

The only sounds filling the room are Bucky’s ragged breathing and the movie playing in the background. There is saliva everywhere, his cock, all over his balls, down to his ass and on the couch. His cock is constantly leaking precum into your mouth but you don’t swallow, letting his taste linger on your tongue. 

This isn’t what you wanted, you wanted him to demolish you. Sitting with his cock in your mouth is giving you too much time to think, so you do what any sane person would do - be a brat. At the first suckle, Bucky lets out a broken moan, at the second, he knows what you’re up to. Flicking your ear with his metal hand he hisses, “Don’t make me punish you, bitch.” At the third, he yanks you off of his dick, a trail of drool and precum keeping the two of you connected, as slaps you once again with his flesh hand, this time not soothing the marred flesh with his metal hand.

He stands and kicks the couch out of the way and pulls you with him by the neck. “You disobedient little-” he cuts himself short at the small puddle of slick that he finds from your previous position. “Is that what I think it is?” You only whine in response, his grip on your neck never faltering. 

With his free hand, he reaches down to your pussy to feel just how wet you are, confirming his suspicions. “What a dirty fucking slut, leaking all over my floor.” He pulls you in closer to him just to whisper, “Lick it the fuck up, bitch,” before pushing you to the ground. 

Your knees hit the wood hard and pain runs up your spine. You ignore the ache and brainlessly lap at your juices on the floor before Bucky smushes your cheek against the puddle and you moan. “Messy bitch, you are? Cunt is pulsing, waiting for my dick. Too bad I have to punish you, isn’t it, slut?” He leans down to the floor, eyes lined up with yours. “Daddy is going to give you ten spanks and I want you to count them.” You don’t respond immediately, stuck in a sort of limbo, drawn in further at the softness in his eyes.

No matter how hard he tries, Bucky can’t hide his devotion to you, that’s why he doesn’t let you look at him when he needs to play this role. His whole face softens at your silence, fearing he’s gone too far. “Color, sugar.” Stroking your cheek, he leans in closer, breathing you in.

“Green, daddy, so green.” The sigh Bucky lets out is audible and he feels ten times lighter.

“Good girl, you want to keep going the way we were?” Even though you said green, he wants to be certain.

“Yes please, daddy, want you to be mean.” You look so small and soft. Bucky struggles to put his facade back up, but he knows you need this.

Bucky positions himself behind you, staring at your ass and glistening pussy, and feels his cock bounce. The first slap isn’t soft by any means, you know there will be a handprint left. Your body jolts and Bucky groans at the jiggle of your ass. “One.” The second is on your other cheek and makes you clench around nothing. “Two.” He lands the next two much harder on the same cheek and you feel tears form in your eyes, yet continue to count, digging your nails into your palm.

He repeats the two spanks to your left cheek and takes a break to sooth your heated and raised skin with his metal hand after you’ve counted. The ground beneath your cheek is hard and unforgiving, leaving you neck bent at an odd angle. Spank seven lands on the back of your right thigh and somehow feels much stronger. “Shit! Seven, daddy.” Eight is on your left, and is just as hard. Your entire lower body aches: cunt pulsing and throbbing for his cock, thighs burning, and ass red and raw, sobbing with every impact.

“These last two are going to be harder, slut, since you forgot to count.” Even with his warning, you aren’t prepared. They are hard and fast, hearing them before you feel them, knocking the breath out of you, and you try to scramble up, but Bucky holds you down. “Don’t run away from me, you know better.” All of a sudden, the sharpest and most excruciating pain blooms from your cunt, and then you hear the wet smack of his metal hand hitting your core. 

You wail, body shooting up, legs fighting to close to soothe the sting left. Before you can, Bucky’s hand on the back of your head keeps you to the ground, while he slams his cock into your cunt, not stopping to let you adjust. “That’s it, fuck. Such a good pussy. Dirty fucking bitch.” You can’t breathe, his cock is knocking all of the air out of your lungs. The only sounds in the room are Bucky’s moans and the wet slapping of skin, his heavy balls banging against your sore clit. With each thrust you’re sure he’s hitting your cervix.

The hand on the back of your head leaves to grab your hip, letting him fuck you even faster, the both of you sliding further and further on the floor. You try to brace yourself with your hands, but the brutality of his fucking is no match. “Daddy, fuck, s-so g-good, please!” You don’t know what you’re begging for, but your cunt is pulling him in, barely letting him pull out.

Bucky is practically chasing you on the floor, hips never slowing down, eyes trained on your pussy, loving the creamy white mess on his dick. “Fuuuck, look at the ass bouncing on daddy’s cock, shit! Love the way this fat fucking ass looks when its all red and sore.” He’s in heaven, with the tight clench of your cunt wrapping around his cock, making him feel crazy.

“Daddy! I can’t, f-fuck, please, too much!” You’re fucking delirious with pleasure, feeling something twisting inside of you. You searched for something to hold on to, only finding smooth surface, legs locking, body seizing up.

“You can and you will take this dick, bitch. I don’t care if it makes you fucking bleed.” The pressure in your core builds tighter and tighter, all the while, Bucky’s hips never falter, sack still ramming against your clit.The breath is knocked out of you when you feel the most intense orgasm of your life pass through you.

Keening and wailing, you squirt on Bucky’s cock, the sounds of your fucking somehow getting even more wet until the force of your orgasm pushes his cock out. Your body is left twitching. There is a much larger puddle on the floor now - your cum. Bucky could fucking cum at the sight of your pathetic body laying on the ground, body wrought with pleasure. “Fuck, sugar! That was so fucking hot! You squirted all over, shit! I fucking love you so goddamn much.” 

The entire lower half of his body is covered with your cum and Bucky swears he can feel his heartbeat in his cock. Nonetheless, he wraps his arms around your waist and hulls you over to where he kicked the couch, placing your upper half on the cushions. “You’re so fucking wet now I bet I could slide right into that tight ass, what do you think, slut?” Your core pulses at the thought of his fat cock in your ass, the two of you don’t usually do anal, given how big he is, but you can’t think straight, especially after cumming so hard.

“Yes, daddy. I want your big cock in my ass, want you to fill me up.” Bucky groans at the thought of his excessive load running out of your ass. Leaning back, he ruts against your pussy, gathering more of your slick, before spreading your cheeks with his hands, staring at your puckered hole. He lines his cock up and watches as precum leaks from his tip.

His cock is huge, much longer and thicker than average, and he knows it. Grabbing himself near his tip, he pushes, grunting at the resistance, knowing that this would be much easier if he takes the time to prep you, but you want to be treated like a whore. “You gotta loosen the fuck up, bitch or else I’ll really fucking hurt you. Want this fucking ass so bad, better let daddy in. Cock is too big for this little ass, isn’t it, gonna split you in half, leave you leaking for days.” 

He pushes harder, tip finally popping in, causing searing pain to shoot through you. Crying out, you try to pull forward to escape the burning pain, wiggling further into the couch. Bucky leans over, careful not to push in any further, he knows you need a moment, any other time you would have been fully prepped and he would have slid right in, and wraps his metal hand around your neck, shushing you, “Shhhh, stop being so dramatic.” 

After a few minutes, the pain begins to subside and your breathing calms down. Keeping his hand around your throat, he pushes in, inch by inch, and the pain comes back. You whine into the cushion, every new inch burning more than the last until his hips are flush with your ass. “What the fuck?! Your ass is so fu-fucking tight, shit! Fucking milking my cock, wanna pound this little hole, wanna fucking ruin you.”

Burying his face in the back of your neck, Bucky was taking deep breaths, completely out of it. He wasn’t thinking straight, not when your tight hole was hugging every inch of his cock. You on the other hand, were struggling, it was too much too fast. It fucking hurt, there were tears in your eyes, but your pussy was aching like it wanted more. Your clit throbbed with need, even when your ass was stretched to the brim.

You didn’t want to stop, but you needed a break, before Bucky could move his hips you muttered, “Yellow, daddy, yellow.” The hand on your neck left and Bucky maneuvered his upper body so that he could look you in the eye without moving his cock. His entire demeanor was different, back was your sweet, caring boyfriend. 

“Good girl, daddy’s so proud of you for using your safe word. Shhh, it’s okay, sugar. Do you just need a second to breathe? Take your time, if you need to stop I will.” Bucky caresses your face as he soothes you, bringing you back down. His cock is still buried to the hilt in your ass, driving him insane. He wants to rail you so fucking bad, tip of his cock probably purple by now, but he would never do anything you didn’t want to, more than willing to sit with his cock inside of you until you’re ready or decide to stop.

You don’t know how much time passes, but eventually, you loosen up and your mind goes fuzzy once again, desperate for him to move. You wiggle your hips, rocking back and forth, instead of pain, blinding pleasure courses through you. “Green, daddy. I’m ready, just needed to get used to your fat cock, want you to pound into me.” Bucky lets out the most sinful groan and stills your hips with his hands.

He starts out slow, easing you into his motions, gradually gaining speed and force the louder your moans get. “Daddy, faster, please, harder, feels so good!” You were practically sobbing, loving the way he was splitting you open. His hips and thighs were wet from when you squirted on him, slapping against your ass, everytime he pulled back a vulgar shlick sound could be heard.

He fucked you faster and harder, staring at where you were connected. “This fucking ass feels incredible. Taking me so well, knew you could do it, fuck. Splitting your tiny ass in half. Oh God!” He could feel his orgasm building up, fighting it off everytime his cum filled sack slapped against your pussy. Letting go of your hips he snarled, “Show daddy how much of a fucking slut you are and bounce that fat ass on his cock.”

You whined, but complied anyway, digging your toes into the floor to get more leverage to keep slamming back on his cock. The sounds of skin slapping and both of your moans completely drowned out the ending of Bucky’s movie, not that either of you cared. Panting and moaning, you kept working yourself on him, feeling another orgasm bubbling up.

Meeting your thrusts, Bucky was rambling, not having one coherent thought in his head, “Look at that, give me that ass, yes! Don’t you dare fucking stop, bitch, want you to milk this cock. Love the way it fucking bounces, never seen anything like it, oh fuck!” He was getting whiny, high pitched moans falling from his lips. He couldn’t help it, his cock was too fucking sensitive and you felt too good. 

“M Gonna cum, daddy! Can I cum?” Bucky practically growls, getting up to his feet to squat, not missing a beat while still trusting in you. Every time his pelvis met your ass he whined and whimpered, loving the way it jiggled. He could feel you clenching around him, drawing his own orgasm closer.

“Not until I do. Fucking hold it, bitch.” It seemed impossible, but Bucky fucked you even faster, his hips moving at a ferocious speed. He wanted to cum so fucking bad and your high pitched moans were about to make him bust. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I’m gonna fucking nut. You want daddy to fill your ass up, huh? God! Fuck, I’m splitting you in two. Uhhh. Balls are so heavy, so much cum. Fuuuuuuck. Daddy’s gonna fill you up, have you leaking.”

His hand wraps around your throat and chokes you, hips still smashing against yours, your orgasm barely being held in. You try to talk, get him to let you cum, but no words come out. Bucky felt his orgasm approach, balls pulling up, “Shiiit, daddy’s gonna cum, gonna flood your ass, you ready, cum with your daddy. Right. Fucking. Now.” Bucky cums with a long, drawn out moan. The feeling of his endless load pouring into your ass sends you over the edge and you cum so hard your vision goes black for a second. Waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through you. Bucky’s hips jerk involuntarily, prolonging both of your orgasms. 

As you both catch your breaths, you feel Bucky begin to soften inside of you, still plugging your hole, stopping his cum from leaking back out. “You were so good for me, sugar. I’m so proud of you.” At those words you feel your bottom lip begin to tremble. Burying your face into the cushions, a sob escapes your throat, all of your emotions finally bubbling over.

Running his hands up and down your back, Bucky soothes you. This was always his least favorite part, seeing you cry. He knows that you’re crying isn’t because of him, but there is always a twinge of fear that shoots through his body, scared that he went too far with you. Bucky pulls out as gently as he can, hissing when the air touches his spent dick, and moves to rest his back against the couch, pulling you into his lap.

Neither of you care that his cum is leaking all over. Bucky will clean the room later, after he takes care of his sweet girl. You cling to him as you sob into his neck, his hands massage your sore cheeks as he whispers in your ear, “Such a good girl for me, you made me feel so fucking good. Can’t even begin to explain how good you felt. There you go, let it out. I’m right here.”

Carefully, he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. When he tries to set you down you just cling on harder to him, not wanting to leave his embrace. “I gotta draw us a bath, sugar. You know you have to pee, I’ll be right here when you’re done.” You hesitantly let him go while he draws the bath, putting in your favorite oils. After you pee and wipe, he helps you up so you can wash your hands before sitting you both in the tub.

Bucky sits against the wall of the tub and you curl further into his lap, not wanting any space in between you. Somehow you still aren’t close enough to him, wanting to be surrounded completely by him. Tears are still leaking down your face and even with Bucky’s consuming presence, you can’t seem to pull yourself up to the surface. Bucky’s arms are wrapped around you, making sure that you are as close as possible without him being inside of you.

“Sweets, can you look at me? Want to see those pretty eyes.” You can hear the concern in Bucky’s voice, but you can’t bring yourself to move away. He’s your safe space and you just want to bask in his warmth. “Sweets, please. Can you tell me how you feel? I need to know you’re okay.” You don’t know why that set you off, but all of a sudden more tears escape you, sobs fighting to make their way out.

Bucky’s entire world stops, fear shoots up his spine. He doesn’t know if he could live with himself if he hurt you, if he did something that you didn’t want. He knows that you asked him to treat you like a whore, but what if you didn’t want him to go as far as he did? You used your safe word when it got to be too much, but what if you really wanted to say red, not yellow, but wanted to please him, or felt like you had to please him. “Sweetheart, did I hurt you? Did I go too far? Please talk to me.”

Even though you didn’t want to talk, you could hear that he was about to cry. “I’m okay. Just love you so much.” You could feel Bucky relax under you.

“You sure, sweets? I’ve never seen you like this before.” While some of his fears subsided, Bucky was still worried about you.

Picking your head up so you could look him in the eye, you saw just how scared Bucky truly was. “I promise, Buck, I loved every second of it. You made me feel so good and cared for. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.” Bucky closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. At that moment, Bucky understood why aftercare was so important. Of course he knew you needed to be taken care of so that you knew how much he loved you, but hearing those words come out of your mouth made him feel loved in a way he didn’t know was possible. 

Before the water gets cold you’ve stopped crying, making Bucky feel much better and he washes the sweat and spit off of your face and body, being extra careful with your sensitive pussy and ass. All the while whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you take turns kissing each other all over.

Bucky feels ten times lighter when he gets a giggle out of you. He knows that there will be days when you need him to treat you like a slut, but you know how much he loves and respects you. He lays you on the bed before grabbing your favorite lotion to put on, being extra careful when it comes to your sore ass, placing kisses in each spot after he's rubbed in the lotion.

 The marks on your face are gone by now, but Bucky still fusses over your skin care routine, knowing you don’t have the energy to complete it. After taking care of you, he climbs into bed and covers the both of you up, still naked but you don’t care. Bucky reaches into the bedside drawer and grabs some chocolate while you feed it to each other. Neither of you say much, but nothing needs said. 

You place kisses on his chest and arms, anywhere that you can reach, trying to let him know how much you appreciate him - Bucky knows. You fall asleep first, not being able to keep your eyes open any longer, Bucky moves you to his chest, cocooning you into him before he falls asleep, your head tucked carefully under his chin, legs tangled together, completely protected by him.

[choccy-milky]

insatiable clora and (barely) resisting seb from my latest chap🌡️💕

[maxillness]

'•.¸♡ MASTERLIST ♡¸.•'

'•.¸♡TW♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Pretty Boy❞

╰┈➤ ❝If Daddy Knew❞ → ❝Daddy Knows❞

╰┈➤ ❝Wet Body❞

╰┈➤ ❝Happy Fucking New Years❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝I Can See You❞

'•.¸♡SS♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Girls Like Girls❞

╰┈➤ ❝She Likes A Boy❞

'•.¸♡CH♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝My Ass❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Dangerous Woman❞

'•.¸♡LL♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Dangerous Game❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Stacy's Brother❞

'•.¸♡LS2♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡MW2♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝From People You Know, To People You Don't❞

╰┈➤ ❝Let Them Watch❞

╰┈➤ ❝Malaysia 2013 (Mark’s Version)❞

╰┈➤ ❝Tits Like A Rock❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Light❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Write Me A Song❞

'•.¸♡DR3♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Favorite❞

'•.¸♡LN4♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Only For Me To Hear❞

╰┈➤ ❝Blow Me❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Nattely❞ → ❝I Don't Forgive You❞

╰┈➤ ❝Friends Don't Fuck❞

'•.¸♡SV5♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Praises And Babies❞

╰┈➤ ❝I Love You❞

╰┈➤ ❝Malaysia 2013 (Sebastian’s Version)❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Touch It❞

╰┈➤ ❝Ocean Eyes❞

╰┈➤ ❝Skin❞

╰┈➤ ❝Gorgeous❞

'•.¸♡NR6♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝I Like You Best❞

╰┈➤ ❝Guilty As Sin?❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Soft Launch❞

'•.¸♡KR7♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝A Good Use Of That Mouth❞

╰┈➤ ❝Tell Me Your Sounds❞ → ❝Any Silent Man Scream❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Figure You Out❞

╰┈➤ ❝Darling❞

'•.¸♡MS7♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝You’re Gonna Help Me❞

'•.¸♡PG10 ♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝She's What I Like❞

'•.¸♡SP11♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Mafia AU, Chap 1❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Christmas Problems❞

'•.¸♡FA14♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝ Bébé Gorçon❞

╰┈➤ ❝Stranger Danger❞

╰┈➤ ❝Struggles❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Sugar Daddy❞

╰┈➤ ❝Troublemaker❞

'•.¸♡MH14♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡CL16♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝So Pretty, And Just For Me❞

╰┈➤ ❝Different Kind Of Good Morning❞

╰┈➤ ❝Good At Other Things❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Talking Body❞

╰┈➤ ❝Premier Amour❞

'•.¸♡LS18♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝That's What Girlfriends Are For❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Superstar❞

╰┈➤ ❝Shape Of You❞

╰┈➤ ❝Sailor Song❞

'•.¸♡KM20♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Cold Hands❞

╰┈➤ ❝Christmas Sex❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Igen I Dag❞

╰┈➤ ❝Hooked❞

'•.¸♡JH20♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡YT22♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡JB22♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝She's Got That❞

╰┈➤ ❝Older❞ → ❝Perfume❞

╰┈➤ ❝Need You Now❞

'•.¸♡AA23♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡ZG24♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡NH27♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝A Little Too Much Kirschwasser❞

╰┈➤ ❝What A Mess❞

'•.¸♡EO31♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡MV33♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Fucking Whore❞

╰┈➤ ❝You Say You Hate Me❞

╰┈➤ ❝Head Over Heels❞

╰┈➤ ❝It's Okay To Cry❞

╰┈➤ ❝This Fkn Bratty Attitude❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Dress❞

╰┈➤ ❝FU In My Head❞

'•.¸♡LH44♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝So Good For Her❞

╰┈➤ ❝I'll Show You How Sorry I Am❞

╰┈➤ ❝Sir Lewis❞

╰┈➤ ❝Braid Me❞

╰┈➤ ❝Satisfy The Fans❞

╰┈➤ ❝I’m Sorry❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Secret Love Song❞

╰┈➤ ❝Pipe❞

╰┈➤ ❝All To You❞

╰┈➤ ❝18❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝On The House❞

'•.¸♡MSC47♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝American Town❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Makkinen 2.0❞

'•.¸♡CS55♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Tonight (I'm Fuckin' You)❞

╰┈➤ ❝Invisible❞

'•.¸♡GR63♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡VB77♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡OP81♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Help With A Girl❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Treat You Better❞

Kinktober ‘24

[concreteangel92]

Be Careful What You Wish For

Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

Warnings: Cum play, mentions of spanking, dom/sub relationship, slight humiliation kink and degradation kink (not too heavy) male masturbation, just Noah being a typical brat tamer

So this is kinda filthy even for me ahaha but it’s not massively detailed as it’s a head canon styled piece but I am working on proper detailed works as we speak so hopefully I will get those out soon.

This actually started as an idea from the other fic I’m writing but it didn’t fit into that scene properly so I decided to make it a separate piece so the thought wasn’t wasted haha and fyi the story I’m currently writing has definitely been inspired by the new tour content, that’s absolutely feeding me right now 🥵

Masterlist

•You’ve been playing up all day and winding Noah up in front of people when he’s been working

•Just genuinely being a brat because you found it funny that day

•That’s fine but Noah would 100% punish you for it when you’re alone

•You’d be face down on the counter, underwear round your ankles while counting each spank he delivers

•But what’s one more dig?

•”That the best punishment you got? I’m getting bored of it now”

•Those spanks would instantly stop

•”Is that so?”

•Oh yeah, he’s pissed now

•You’d feel Noah’s grip on your hip tighten and hear the sounds of his trousers hitting the ground

•”Spread your legs”

•Noah would have a deeper growl in his voice, clearly not impressed with your attitude, but that’s ok, he’s happy to take it up a notch just teach you a lesson

•You’d feel his fingers scissor you open with a dark chuckle “bored are we? Do you want to tell that to your dripping cunt”

•That would most definitely pull a low moan from you, now Noah loves dirty talk, but to be that vulgar is very rare, even for him

•You could feel movement behind you and hear the sounds of him groaning and skin slapping on skin

•”So my punishments aren’t good enough eh?…” You could hear his words get caught in his throat, you knew he was touching himself behind you, his other hand now not leaving your hip

•”Well lucky for you…shit….I’ve got the perfect punishment for your cocky little attitude”

•You’d keep your head on the counter, pussy aching to be touched but you know that’s not going to happen any time soon

•“Did I forget to mention….that the guys will be here…any….any minute for the afternoon?”

•Noah hadn’t mentioned that they were all coming round for a gaming afternoon, you suddenly felt a sense of fear at what he had planned

•Noah’s groans became louder as he sped up his pace, you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer

•”fuck..I’m gonna cum”

•You’d feel him release onto your heated core, Noah would quickly bring your underwear back up and press the material into your folds, making sure not to let any of his juices slip out down your thighs

•You’re eyes would go wide, a choked moan escaping your lips as you now knew what his punishment was, it felt so wrong and dirty but fuck me were you turned on

•You’d hear Noah fix his clothes and then he’d grab you by your throat, bringing your back onto his chest so he could talk into your ear

•”let’s see how cocky you are walking round with my cum in your pants, and don’t think you can run away and hide baby. You’re going to sit with us until I say otherwise, is that clear?”

•”I’m in a dress, what if it…slips out?”

•You’d receive a hard smack to your ass and then Noah turned you around so he could stare down at you

•”You should have thought about that before you decided to be a brat and telling me that my punishments are boring”

•Noah grips your chin and gives you a hard kiss

•”Be careful what you wish for baby”

•That’s the moment you’d both hear keys in the door and the guys walking in with pizza boxes, Noah pulling your dress back into place and stepping away from you

•You’d do your best to walk normally and act all innocent when everyone started chatting, trying to sit without anything ‘leaking’

•Your cheeks would have a permanent blush for the afternoon

•All the while, that cocky smirk never left Noah’s lips as he stalked your every move

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

FISH PUSSY FISH PUSSY FISH PUSSY I NEED to eat him out PLEASE (request)

I really hope you like this!!!

Sebastian

-

“Soon short, you’ll give me a medkit if I help you cum?” You plainly asked, even if it was only a verbal agreement, you wanted him to confirm he’d give it to you. Especially bored, Sebastian flopped against the wall, his cocks lazily poke out, not even fully erect but ready for attention.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s right, now get to it before I change my mind.” He complained as he stroked himself languidly. You moved his hand aside and pause, looking down at his slit. “Don’t keep me waiting, I’ll only get soft.”

He complained again, you gently licked his folds, the slit lightly puffing up as you gently tease it with your tongue before slipping it inside. With a gasp his cocks hot and squeeze each other as if trying to stimulate theirselves. As your tongue goes inside the slit, he groans, his tail thudding behind him as he grows more wet.

“Ugh…wasn’t expecting you to go for there…” He grunts, hips bucking forwards as your tongue glides against his walls, he whimpers as his cock throb and squirm. You feel a soft patch of skin in his slit, without a second thought, you pressed your tongue against it. Sebastian nearly screamed in response and in a instant his tail wraps around you and desperately squeezes you. “T-there! I-i don’t know what you did but do it again!”

He demands, hips bucking against your tongue as two of his hand press your head down to stimulate his slit. At his insistence you read your tongue with more force against the soft spot, earning a squeal from him as his cocks bounced and shot thick ropes of cum onto his chest and stomach.

“Yess….don’t stop…please it feels so hold…” He pathetically whimpered out, trembling in bliss as his slit squeezed your tongue, his cocks limply lay on his abdomen, spent but not interested in putting themselves away while your tongue was still in him.

-

[vaporwave]

Art by: Dom Sebastian

[veronicaphoenix]

the face of a very pleased dom having you on your knees just for him

[niilue]

Congrats on 3k!!

Could I get Sebastian + pegging + pampering with a female reader plz? 💗💗💗

⎯ sebastian michaelis • kuroshitsuji

cw: dom reader, female reader, pegging, pampering, very sensitive sebastian, mention of mistress, third person pov

niilue's 3k event

sebastian's mistress, (name), wastes no time in undressing him, roughly pulling off his clothes and tossing them aside. her hands trail down his chest, over his hardening nipples, and further south, over his stiffening cock. she licks her lips as she takes in the sight of him, knowing exactly how to make him lose control. she straddles him, positioning her wet center against his throbbing length, and slowly begins to lower herself onto him. the feel of her warm, wet skin sliding down his shaft is almost too much for him to bear.

as she begins to ride him, her breasts bounce freely, teasing him with each thrust. she leans forward, her weight pressing him deeper into the mattress, and takes hold of his hands, lacing their fingers together above his head. with each powerful stroke, she drives herself harder onto him, grinding her hips against his pelvis. she can feel the strap-on against his ass, teasing the entrance, and she knows he's ready for her. with a sharp thrust, she pushes the head of the toy against his entrance, slowly penetrating him as he arches his back in anticipation.

the sensation is overwhelming, both foreign and yet somehow familiar. she begins to thrust harder, faster, feeling him stretch and yield to her command. his moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as she takes him roughly, claiming him as her own. she can feel the tension building inside him, and she knows he's close. with one final, brutal thrust, she pushes him over the edge, feeling him tense and spasm beneath her. as he comes, she holds him tight, rocking gently against him as he releases himself into oblivion.

as sebastian's orgasm subsides, (name) continues to ride him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. the strap-on feels incredible inside him, stretching him in ways he never knew possible. she leans down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers, "that's it, baby. take it all." her hips buck wildly, driving the toy deeper and harder, triggering pleasure centers within him that make his toes curl and his fists clench.

"oh god, mistress…" sebastian moans, his voice strained as he feels her ride him harder. he clenches his fists in the sheets, feeling her breasts brush against his skin with each thrust. "please, don't stop…" he arches his back, pushing himself deeper into the mattress, needing the release that she's teasing him with. with each passing moment, the strap-on feels more and more intense, stretching and filling him in a way that he's never experienced before.

as their bodies move together in a frenzy of passion, he feels his own climax building, threatening to break free at any moment. "i'm close…" he gasps, his hips bucking up to meet hers. "i'm so close…" he can feel his orgasm building, the sensation growing more and more intense with each passing second. "please, let me come…" he begs, his voice cracking with desire.

with each thrust, the head of the strap-on massages his prostate, sending waves of intense pleasure coursing through his body. he feels like he's on the brink of another orgasm, but this time it's different. it's like his body is being rewired, reprogrammed to accept this new sensation, this new kind of love.

as (name) picks up the pace, their sweat-slicked bodies slide against each other in perfect harmony. she reaches down, grasping his cock, which is still semi-hard, and begins to stroke it in time with her thrusts. "that's it, baby," she urges, "come for me again." and he does, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave, his body convulsing as he releases himself deep inside her.

finally, spent and satisfied, (name) collapses onto him, their chests heaving in unison. she kisses him tenderly, her breath warm against his skin, and whispers, "you're such a good butler. so very good." as he lies there, catching his breath, he can't help but feel a sense of euphoria washing over him. he's never been so thoroughly and completely taken care of, and it feels… perfect.

(name) rolls off of sebastian, her breathing heavy as she lays beside him. she strokes his hair, her fingers lingering on his sweaty brow. "there's my good boy," she coos. "you did so well." she kisses him softly, her lips lingering on his for a moment before pulling away. "now, it's time for you to relax."

she stands up, walking over to a chest at the foot of the bed and retrieves a warm, damp cloth. she returns to the bedside, gently wiping away the sweat from sebastian's face and chest. as she does so, her touch is soothing, almost maternal. "there's my good boy," she repeats, her voice soft and soothing. "that's it, just relax."

sebastian feels himself drifting deeper into relaxation as she continues to tend to him. his body aches pleasantly, and he feels a sense of contentment he's never experienced before. he watches her as she works, marveling at the way she seems to radiate warmth and love. when she's finished, she climbs back into bed, spooning him from behind. she wraps her arms around him, pulling him close, and nuzzles her head against his shoulder.

"there now," she murmurs, her breath tickling his neck. "you're all cleaned up, and you're safe with me." sebastian feels a tear slip down his cheek, followed by a shuddering sob. he hadn't realized how much he'd needed to hear those words, how much he'd needed to feel this kind of love and acceptance. (name) holds him tighter, kissing his shoulder gently, and whispers, "shhh… it's okay, my love. you're safe with me." and in that moment, sebastian knows he truly is.

word count: 950

[animasola86]

SMUT DRABBLES*: Toy

A/N: Another snippet of a smut scene, *a little more than a drabble, but oh well, it kept evolving. Again, you can imagine any character here! This time, we have some oral sex, deepthroating, masturbation, edging and a little dom/sub dynamic.

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! // WORDS: 689 // AO3

He's given her a toy to practice with.

It's big, looks like his cock, can be suctioned to surfaces. It's intimidating.

She's kneeling in front of it, imagines she's sitting between his legs, arms folded behind her back. Eyes closed, tongue extended, exploring the stiff ridges, round edges, hard, cold material. Not the same.

It's better when it's covered in her saliva, warmer, but it's not him, doesn't twitch and throb, there are no groans and grunts, no hand gripping her hair, guiding her head, forcing it deeper.

It's all her. She sucks on it, hollows her cheeks, slurping it into her mouth, tongue flicking around it. Eyes closed, imagining him, remembering his scent, his taste, his dominating presence.

She pushes her head down on it. It's so rigid, too hard, unyielding. She forces on, tongue flat against it, lips strained, back of her throat. Her body jerks when she gags around it, coughs, splutters, keeps going. Eyes watering, can't breathe, imagines his big hands on her head, pushing down.

It's in her throat, she's dizzy, there's so much spit, no precum, only her. No air. She holds it, hears his voice in her memory. “Good girl.” Back and forth, head bobbing, tip on her tongue, tip in her throat, up and down, in and out.

There's no release, no thick creamy cum filling her mouth, dripping down her throat, filling her belly. Just spit and tears. She practices until she almost faints, fighting the gag reflex, getting better, wanting to make him proud.

She's drenched once she's done, sweat, spit, tears, arousal. When she forces herself to stop, she falls over, hands between her trembling thighs. Fingers not enough. The toy is off the wall and slips into her with ease. She's shaking, can barely hold it, wants him to hold it, push it in and out, mercilessly, ignoring her whines. Forcing her to the edge.

“Not yet, baby girl.”

His voice is in her head, so close, so warm. She fights the pleasure trying to devour her, pulls it out, pants, pushes it back in, always close. She's whimpering, crying and sobbing, pleading with her eyes squeezed shut.

“You may come.”

Relief. Release. Exploding pleasure, body convulsing, hips off the ground, thighs pressed together, shaking, gasping, coming so hard she's seeing stars. The toy is forced back in.

“Again.” She obeys, keeps going, pushing further. All for him, through tears and hand cramps and body spasms. Mouth wide open, gasping for air, for reprieve.

Her head is being lifted, supported by strong hands, his scent fills her nostrils, something warm on her face, bent back, neck tilted, upside down. Warm and heavy and soft. Him.

“Keep going.” Fingers cramping around the toy, imitating his cock, and the real thing slips into her gaping mouth, straight into her throat. She doesn't gag, doesn't open her eyes, feels her throat bulging, feels full on both ends. Content, satisfied. Sucks around him as he moves his hips against her face, in and out, tip on her tongue, tip squished in her tight throat.

“Gag.” She does, body convulsing, cunt clenching, spit and precum in her mouth. She's so dizzy. “Good girl.”

The reward comes with a groan, a grunt, a jerk of his hips, tightening balls slapping against her nose. Release. The toy is forced out, muscles tense, fluttering, her hands and thighs wet, a muffled, helpless moan from her stuffed throat. She can taste him as he fills her mouth, rewards her for her effort. Warm, sticky, thick, slipping down her aching throat, gulp, gulp, gulp.

The pressure is gone, he remains, his taste on her tongue, heavy in her belly. His hand on her sweaty face, caressing, wiping away the remnants of her devotion, a thumb pressing against her quivering lip.

“Such a good girl,” he says, and she smiles softly, tiredly, eyelids too heavy to open. “Now turn around. We gotta practice on the other hole today.”

A deep shiver, instant tension, anticipation. She scrambles to her feet, turns, positions herself, presents, ready for more practice. For him.

“Yes, sir.”

MASTERLIST // AO3 // ORIGINAL WORKS

MORE SMUT DRABBLES:

A Steamy Shower

Car Inspection

Sleepy

Tension Relief

[dinkandballz]

Thinking about taking care of a pregnant! Sebastian

How nervous he’d be about giving birth, how every day you see him getting bigger and more frustrated.

He’d beg you for massages and for your hands around his belly, lifting the weight of the baby from his body.

And oh, his tender chest all swollen with milk, how he’d be so embarrassed to ask for your help with it, how your perfect fingers would squeeze his soft breasts and turn him on.

But you can’t sleep with him when he’s like this. He insists that it’s wrong to, especially after the 6 month point when he feels unlovable and not sexy in any way.

And yet when you finally convince him to sleep with you again, when he’s laid on his back, swollen pussy on full display, he’s never felt happier.

You make him cum over and over again until he’s completely satisfied and unable to beg for more, gaping like a toy.

And he finds himself begging for it almost every night after, aching cunt desperate for something inside to relieve the pain.

[lostmyremembrall]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝔂 𝓖𝓲𝓯𝓽

𝑆𝑒𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑥 𝑂𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠 𝑥 𝑀𝐶 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝐷𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠; 𝐷𝑜𝑚-𝑆𝑒𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑛

You get the promised knickers, but you're flabbergasted by the fabric that hides nothing. They say every gift comes with a price. Are you willing to pay the price if Ominis and Sebastian ask you to put it on in front of them?

CW: NSFW. Stripping. Objectification of MC. MC put on pedestal.

-> Pt. 1 𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓢𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼 -> Pt. 3 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓖𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭

Photos aren't mine. Please lmk if you know the owners!

“Thank you!” you gleamed, the shimmering eyes turning to your boyfriends. “What is it?” you looked down at a box, mysteriously wrapped in an elegant silver ribbon that you assumed to be the choice of Ominis.

“Just open it,” Sebastian’s challenging voice came from your right. His brows arched, the mischievous smirk playing at his lips. He stood not too far from you, his arms crossed in front of him.

Ominis, on the other hand, lay standing against the wooden pillar of the bed, his two hands tucked into his trouser pocket as he crossed his feet. A soft smile graced his lips at the sound of your elation, his long lashes elegantly shading his mercury eyes as he raised his chin.

With one last appreciative glance at your boyfriends, you opened the box.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks at the sight that greeted you.

“This is–,” you swallowed hard. You nodded at the black lingerie neatly folded in front of you. It was very lacey. In fact, it may have been nothing but see-through lace. You fingered the fragile fabric, noting the luxurious fabric.

“Look at that, Ominis,” Sebastian grinned. “They’re speechless.”

“You like it?”

You raised your head to find Sebastian, his brows quirked in genuine curiosity.

“It’s, um…” you cleared your throat. “It’s thoughtful of you two.”

Sebastian was beyond exultant to hear your words. “I picked it, you know,” he chinned at the garment proudly. “Of course, Ominis had a say in it, since he was paying. His say was more… tactile,” Sebastian rubbed his chin.

You inwardly rolled your eyes. Surely, then, it was Ominis’ desire to feel you all over covered in expensive, fragile lace. And Sebastian’s to see you basically nude – and perhaps another garment to rip off of you.

You wondered, how long this garment was going to last.

“You know, I actually liked your undergarments that way,” Sebastian’s teasing eyes landed on Ominis with a smug grin. “All torn.”

“All useless,” you countered.

“Well, you’re welcome, since now you have something to wear to class!” poor clueless Sebastian couldn’t read the disapproval in your eyes at his bizarre suggestion. This was certainly NSFW. “Other ones are coming your way.”

You smiled, deciding amicable diplomacy was the way to go. “Thank you, you two. This is exactly what I needed,” you beamed at each of them.

It has been an urgent matter. The lack of undergarments to wear. For what it’s worth, you were thankful that they took the urgency and your scolding to heart, and were quick to fulfil their promise.

You smiled, folding the fabric neatly to put it back into the box.

“Put it on.”

Your hands paused. Your eyes darted to the blond that had been standing quietly in the corner, simply observing the ordeal.

You furrowed, your bewildered gaze briefly landing on the brunet before returning to Ominis. “Now?”

Ominis took a slow step towards you, biding his time. “Well… I do want to see my love satisfied with our gift.” Ominis paused, his sleazy eyes tracing down your figure with eerie accuracy, eliciting a shiver out of you.

Ominis’ lips held the same soft smile, but as he looked up at you through his lashes, there was something about his steely eyes that refused to take ‘no’ as an answer.

Your eyes flickered to Sebastian, who had so far made no move to stop or encourage his friend. His signature smirk remained in place as he watched the conversation unfold. But, noticing your gaze, he slowly made his way to the bed. Never leaving you out of his gaze, he sat at the edge of his bed. He’d made his stance.

The room fell into a tense silence. The bargaining, the waiting to see who yields first. You bit your lips, gauging the two. Sebastian’s expectant eyes continued to look up at you, his ravenous eyes holding you in place. Ominis’ eyes remained composed and indifferent as always, however, his lips curled at a victory he knew was in his grasp.

The silence between them was stifling. You desperately needed Sebastian’s banter, or Ominis’ surly comment on his abrasive jokes. But, neither of them came.

“Fine,” you hissed, snatching the fabric to bring them behind the divider in the corner of the room.

“In front of us,” a cool, commanding voice of Ominis chased after you.

There was something about his voice that gripped you at your stomach, unrelenting and unwilling to let you go. As much as he liked to pretend and look the part of a gentleman, Ominis was truly a depraved beast if he chose to be.

“Ten more,” you raised a brow. “And next time, I choose the designs.”

Ominis let out a huff of amusement. “Of course, darling. Anything for you,” he murmured, his shimmering eyes revealing his enjoyment at your little bites and barks.

You merely hummed, before abruptly beginning to undo your dress. Your chemise pooled at your feet as you stepped into the lacey bodice. The black lace snaked over you like fingers, wrapping around you snugly. You felt the constant domineering gaze of Ominis on your body, hidden behind his soft, gentle lashes, most likely imagining unwrapping and dressing you himself. His expression remained indifferent save for the single finger that tenderly grazed the bottom lip of his soft smile, his elbow resting on his other hand, tilting his head in content contemplation.

As you expected, it covered next to nothing. Sebastian, as expected, loved it. He let out a long sigh, relinquishing his breath to the goddess that stood before him. From the looks of it, he would have given you his every breath he was going to take for the rest of his life, if it meant admiring you for a second longer before his unavoidable death. His smug smirk had faded to that of awe. His eyes looked up at you in reverence, drinking you up as if you in this bodice were the only thing he needed to live.

“So.”

His cheerful voice brought your attention back to Ominis. He had kicked himself off of the pillar, stepping out of the shadow towards you. You felt cold. Under his nonchalant gaze, you never felt more naked.

His unseeing eyes traced your every curve, carving you up to serve a plate for himself. His hand rose to your abdomen, grazing the back of his index finger up your side, adeptly getting close to the side of your breast, but not quite close enough to touch it. You drew in a sharp breath at the shivering touch, your gaze following the finger.

The finger abruptly jumped to your chin, forcing you to look into his murky, all-knowing eyes.

“Happy?” he smiled, his brows arching in a question.

You hummed, determined this was never a gift meant for you.

“Sebastian certainly seems to be,” you mused.

Ominis hummed as well, his eyes flickering to the general direction above Sebastian. “A gift for him as well, then.” 

Ominis smirked contently.

A/N: Will be ending this series next time with a spicy prequel!

[bluehourbucky]

not a want but a need

pairing: Baker!Bucky x f!reader

summary: you have a healthy obsession with buckys arms and hands / plan to tease bucky backfires <3

a/n: just really thought about how huge baker buckys arms must be 😩😤

-gonna go to horny jail 😩

warnings: sexual content/ fingering /choking /tiny bit of period sex mentioned/ mirror fun/ edging / orgasm denial /

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

18+ only !!!!!!!!

please be kind I've never written smut before 🫠

/ masterlist / bucky /

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it's not often that you come see bucky at work mostly because the bakery is extremely busy and because you don't want to do something unsanitary.

when you first met bucky the first thing you noticed his huge arms, like you knew they were strong especially because he works with dough.

you've been caught staring at them multiple times which made you blush that was before you and bucky started officially dating. you were embarrassed how much you wanted to touch his bicep. not only that but the dirty thoughts have consumed you any time you stared at his arms or hands for longer than a second.

it really wasn't your fault bucky wore extra small shirts which made his arms look incredible.

oh and when he pulls up his sleeves you're a goner. even now after a year of dating you can not help yourself and thirst over his very very strong and beefy arms.

you love to hug his arm when you're sitting on the couch with his hand nestled between your thighs it's your second favorite place for his hand - the first one is well deep inside you.

bucky didn't understand it at first and was mostly just calling you out on it but now he's a menace and teases you any chance he gets.

he especially enjoys looking at you while he's making pasta from scratch when he's rolling the dough. you don't want to give in every time but you do.

bucky has been impossible for the past few days, you're on your period and he's been the worst tease ever and your hormones are not helping. today's the last day of your period and you're no longer feeling bloated or bleeding much.

so you came to his work to give him a taste of his own medicine - or at least that was the plan.....

"hi, steve! is bucky here?"

"yeah he's in the back want me to get him for you or?"

"nope i'll just go there."

and you do. and damn was it a good sight for sore eyes.

bucky is rolling the dough you don't know what he's making but there's this big lump of dough that he's massaging pushing around and the sweat is dripping down his temple. the way he just pushes the dough around makes you want to moan out loud.

his hair is put in a bun and his apron is full of flour but he's looking more delicious than any other thing in the bakery.

"oh hey cupcake. didn't see you there, when did you arrive?"

he looks at you and wipes the sweat off of his forehead with the sleeve of his uniform.

"hey uh just now." you're trying so hard to be chill but all the heat rushes over you when he looks at you like you're the only thing in the world that matters.

"you alright? did something happen?"

of course he asks that, you don't usually come here so of course he'd think something was wrong.

"oh I'm okay just wanted to see you."

it's not a lie. You did want to see him and make him suffer like he's been making you suffer. the whole idea was to come for a bit in his favorite dress do a twirl few light touches and leave.

but the whole plan went out of the window as soon as you saw him.

the only thing you want right now is his fingers inside you and a hand wrapped around your throat.

bucky checks out your outfit and smirks when he sees you clenching your thighs together.

"lemme' finish this to let it rest and i'll be with you in a minute."

you only have the strength to nod and watch as your boyfriend manages to tease you with a lump of dough.

and when bucky slaps the dough one last time for good measure, you think how you'd like to be on the receiving end.

"okay come with me." he doesn't touch you because there's flour all over him so you just follow like a lost puppy.

"open this please." he points at the door of the locker room and you do it he walks in first and tells you to close the door behind you but not to lock them.

the room is long and narrow on one side there's a long bench and on the other a row lockers and between some of them a mirror and a sink on the same side where the bench is.

bucky takes off his apron, then washes his hands, and you just stand there at a loss of words. your plan really backfired huh.

"tell me what you doin' here doll."

he comes and stands in front of you lifting your chin for you to look at him.

"not that I'm not happy to see you but this dress is a bit too much for a bakery visit? is it not?"

oh fuck.

you're in trouble.

he picks up the hem of the dress not enough to show your ass but still high enough.

"uh its nice outside and I just wanted to take a walk and this is a nice summer dress."

bucky laughs at your attempt to make this not what it is.

"sure is a nice dress."

he finally kisses you, the kiss is gentle and short much to your dismay. and when he pulls away you whine.

bucky lifts a brow at you.

"you sure you just came to see me in this dress for no reason at all?"

"yes i'm sure."

"come here." it takes you approximately a second to obey him. he's sitting on the bench right across the mirror.

he sits you down on his lap so you're both facing the mirror, he also spreads your legs as much as he can. buckys head is on your shoulder his hands still on your bare thighs.

"just came to see me huh?"

he's mocking you but you couldn't care less you just want him to do something.

"please bucky."

he chuckles and you feel the vibrations from his laugh not only that but you can feel his buldge digging into your ass.

you gasp as his cold hands find their way to your breasts. his fingers playing and squeezing your nipple and then he stops.

"don't move be good." you go still and he continues you'd rather have him touch you somewhere else but you need to be patient.

"baby is it okay if I touch you? how is your period? today's your last day if i counted well?"

ever the gentleman, he knows you're not big on period sex it's mostly because you don't like the mess, it's not like you never had it it really depends on the period.

"i'm good. its mostly gone. please touch me."

bucky wanted to rip the panties off but you told him not to do it anymore because apparently he ripped half of your collection.

you stand up and let bucky take them off before sitting down on his lap again.

"just a walk you say... why are your panties soaked darling. did you see something on that walk of yours that you liked." you whine and moan at bucky who is inspecting your very much soaked panties.

"what am I gonna do with you."

buckys hands find their way between your thighs and he's purposely avoiding the place you want him to touch the most.

he lifts the skirt of your dress and looks into your eyes through the mirror.

"you look so pretty like this gonna have to get one for our bedroom, have them mirrors everywhere." you nodd and just want him to fuck you.

finally he slides one finger in and it fills you more than three of your fingers together. he quickly adds another one and you're feeling both like in hell and you're being tortured but also in heaven.

he sits there and his fingers are not moving.

"pleasepleaseplease" you cry out you're so sensitive and needy and you can't belive he's doing this to you.

bucky finally has mercy and starts to move his fingers, the only sound that can be heard are your breaths and his fingers coming in and out of you.

the pace is torture it's slow and deep and he's right next to your g spot and he just won't touch it.

"sound so pretty princess. and look at you just the prettiest doll I've ever seen."

bucky finally adds the third finger, and you're a goner he picks up the movement and touches your spot every single stroak, his other hand, is on your throat, squeezing it.

oh, how you love when he does this.

"bucky bucky I'm close. I'm so close please!"

you manage to choke out when buckys hand squeezes you a bit harder than before.

buckys thumb starts to make circles on your clit and he feels you squeezing his fingers he knows you're close.

"I'm gonna- AHHH! bucky what the fuck."

he completely stops everything, his fingers are out of your pussy his hand no longer around your throat.

you're speechless.

"Doll it's really cute you wanted to take revenge on me but I gotta teach you to be a good girl. can't have you getting ideas."

"but you! I- I didn't do anything!"

"I'll go to see him at work in his favorite dress so he can't resist me and then ill just leave him hanging all day. see how he likes that."

your mouth makes an O and you blush.

"baby you sent that message to me. I'm sure it was meant for natasha but guess you have to check who you be sending these kind of messages to?"

bucky knew you were coming, you had accidentally texted him the message that was meant for nat.

you get up and search for your phone and unlock it and quickly getting to your chat with nat.

you: gonna get him so good nat!!

nat: who ???? what happened??? do I need to kill someone???

shit that's the last message you sent before coming in here you don't even know how you didn't notice the previous message never got to her.

"why didn't you tell me."

"wasn't this more fun?"

"no." you stomp your foot.

you stand in shock when he licks his fingers clean.

"taste so good might have to put you on the menu."

"you're such an-"

"amazing boyfriend whom you love very much?"

bucky finishes your sentence and comes up to you to kiss you, you can still taste yourself and try to deepen the kiss but bucky pulls away.

"don't give me that look doll. I have to go back to work."

you're looking at him giving him your best puppy eyes, at this point you're close to falling on your knees to beg him to just fuck you.

"I'll keep these by the way will give them back tonight."

"bucky no." you look at the panties he stuffed in his back pocket.

"bucky yes."

before he goes back to work, he grabs you from behind and wrapps his hand around your throat and whispers

"don't touch yourself before I get home or you won't get to cum for a week."

then he slaps your ass twice.

"you had some flour there can't have you walking with a dirty dress."

and he walks out.

your phone starts ringing.

nat <3 is calling

"hey are you okay? who are you gonna get? did something happen."

"im okay ill tell you but i'm okay."

"don't scare me like that!."

you apologise and hang up.

how are you supposed to walk home you don't know, your legs are still shaking.

"you okay? need some sugar?" steve offers a doughnut and you just nod.

doing the walk of of shame you shakely leave the bakery maybe this wasn't such a good idea but you're excited for tonight.

[the end]

extra:

"buck is your girl okay? she looked a bit pale and unwell as she was leaving?"

"she's okay just missing some vitamin D luckly it's sunny out so she can catch that before the night comes."

"okay...."

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I'm sorry about the pun udhdhdhd 😭🤡 sue me but I think it's funny

[choccy-milky]

more dom clora and needy seb 😇

🔞🔞!!NSFW!!🔞🔞

[poipiku]

[twitter]

[maxillness]

I Love You || Toro Rosso!SV5 x Engineer!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, taking virginity, virgin!seb, alcohol consumption, thigh grinding, praise kink, orgasm denial, nipple play, sub!seb

Wordcount: 1.6k

Tag list: @e-nonsense @babyprofessorsharkpalace

He knew it was wrong. He knew it was wrong to imagine it was her hand wrapped around his cock while he jerked himself off in his drivers room with her on the other side of the door

But, mein gott, did he want her bad

He loved seeing her hands work so delicately on his car, and absolutely anything around the garage

He loved seeing her hips sway slightly as she walked around the garage

He loved her

But she was a few years older than him, and well… He was a virgin, so, she probably didn’t want him the same way he wanted her

They were out celebrating his win. The whole team and some of the other drivers were at the closest club they could find

They were all drinking, talking, having fun. But she felt bad for Sebastian. She knew he had a hard time with flirting

So seeing a girl walk away from him after they had talked, made her stomach drop

She slowly walked over to him, sitting on the bar stool beside him, turning her body towards him

“I feel bad for you, Y’know?” She started by saying “That you have a hard time flirting” Taking a sip of her glass

“Didn’t want her” He avoided her gaze, feeling it boring into his soul

“Why? She’s pretty” He didn’t answer “Wait. Did you finally get a girlfriend?” She asked with a big smile on her lips

“What? No” He finally looked up at her with knitted eyebrows “Just have an eye on somebody else” He mumbled, feeling the heated crumbled up on his cheeks as he looked down into his almost empty glass

“Really? Who? I wanna know” She said, leaning more into his space

“It’s… I doesn’t matter” He said, trying to find the words before regretting it

“You obviously like her a lot if you’re going to reject such a pretty woman, so it must matter” She said, putting a hand on his upper thigh

He hid his face in his hand, hiding the blush away. She pulled his face to look at her, pushing his hand away. She smiled lightly seeing the blush on him

“Who is it, Sebastian?” She felt him relax into her touch

She didn’t expect his next actions. He pushed her hand away from his face, taking his own on the back of her neck, pulling her into him, smashing their lips together

He didn’t expect her to kiss back, he really didn’t. Neither did he expect her hand to travel further up his thigh, closer to where he needed her the most

The kiss was messy and wet, Sebastian clearly inexperienced

“Take me. Please” His grip loosened on her head, mumbling into her mouth, eyes still closed

“Seb-“ He attached their mouths again, cutting her off to say something he didn’t want to hear

She stood up from the stool, pulling away from him, earning her a whine from him. She dragged him with her, pulling them out of the club

She didn’t care if any of the others from the team saw them. He needed her, and she happily obliged

She was forcefully pushed up against the wall of the elevator, pushing the air out of her lungs

It hurt when she made contact, but it was soon no matter when Sebastian’s lips was on hers again

Her hands went from his waist down over his hips and settled neatly on his ass. She squeezed lightly, making him whimper into her mouth

He barely got a chance to grind his hips into hers when the door to the elevator opened. She pushed him off of her, pulling him with her down the hall

He held tightly on her hips, pressing his hard-on into her ass as she found her key-card. They had barely entered before she was yet again pressed up against the wall

His grip wasn’t hard, so she could easily turn them around, and so she did. She had him pressed up against the wall, pressing on his waist

“Just let me take care of you, Sebastian” She said, almost in a whisper, her lips grazing his neck

“What? N-no! Let me-“ He tried wriggling his body out of her grip, but with no use

“You’re inexperienced, Seb… Let me take care of you” She finally fully attached her lips to his neck, making him hold in a whimper

“I’m not inex-“ A moan ripped his words from his throat as she put her knees between his legs, pushing slightly at his crotch “Bitte…” He whimpered, pushing further down into her knee

“Wanna let me take care of you?” She said, smirking to his skin on his neck

“Fuck, yes, please” He started rolling his hips, using her thigh to get harder and more aroused

“Good Boy” He shivered when her cold fingers lingered on his body as she pulled his shirt over and off of him

Her hands went down his body, feeling his skin on her. Her hands stopped at the waistband of his pants, sucking lightly on the skin of his neck

“Bitte… Fuck me, please” He grabbed her wrist guiding one of her hands down to the button of his jeans

“So impatient” She grinned, soothing the bruises with her tongue

She worked on the button and zipper with one hand while the other pressed on his abdomen, stilling his motions on his hips

She noticed the wet spot on his boxers the second she pulled his pants down and let the fall to his ankles. She chuckled at the sight, making his knees feel weak

She put two of her fingertips on the wet patch, making him moan low and hold onto her biceps

“You’re so wet. All for me?” He shyly nodded his head “I need words” She said, pushing hard on him

“Yes! Yes, all for you. All because of you” His eyes were screwed shut and head rolled onto the wall behind him

“Thought so” She smirked and sank down to her knees, making her look up at him

He managed to open his eyes when she pulled down his boxers, making his fully hard cock spring free and land against his abdomen

She let them fall down with his pants before placing small kitten licks on his tip as she grabbed the back of his thighs

His moans were loud but breathy “Sheiße. Stop teasing, bitte” He tried rolling his hips into her mouth, but she pulled away “Please! Es tut mir leid!“

“Behave” She said, looking up at him with hooded eyes. He whined, but put his hips against the wall again “Good boy”

She got back to his tip, swirling her tongue around it, smirking as she heard the beautiful sounds she drew out of him

She finally gave him what he wanted. She sank down on him, hallowing her cheeks. She started setting a slow pace, making sure her tongue traced his vein every time

His body was already shaking slightly, his moans shuttering. She sped up, making his body shake even more rapidly

“I’m gonna-so close” He barely managed between his moans. She pulled off of him, earning her a whine from him “Why-“

“Wouldn’t want you to come to fast, now would we?” She asked kissing his lips softly “Step out” She mumbled into his lips, and he obeyed immediately

Her still clothed body guided him towards the bed, pushing him down lightly “It’s not fair” He pouted, hands tugging on her shirt

She chuckled, but obliged. She pulled her shirt over her head and pulled down her pants, leaving her just in her bra and panties

When she got her panties off, she sat in his lap. His hands went to her waist as her own on her back to unclasp her bra

His lips immediately went to one of her nipples, making her sigh in pleasure. Her hand tangled in his messy curls, soothing his scalp

“Lay on your back for me” She said, tugging lightly at his hair. He did so, still holding her waist

She bend down, lips going to his collarbone, kissing light kisses “We don’t have to if you don’t want to”

“No, no. I want to. Please” He said, arching his back off the bed

She chuckled, leaning back. She raised her hips, lining herself up with him. She slowly sank down on him, earning them both a moan

She let herself adjust to him before starting a slow pace. He gripped her thighs tightly, encouraging her to go faster

She found a steady rhythm, meeting his upwards thrusts halfway. Her hands and arms trembled as she placed them beside his head

“God, you’re taking me so well” He whimpered at her words, blushing “Filling me up so good” She kept praising him, kissing over his face

“Fuck, feels so good” He whimpered, his eyes screwed shut, head rolled into the bed and arched back

His body was starting to shake again “Are you gonna come for me, Sebastian?” She teased, one of her hands going to her clit, circling it

“Yes, fuck, so close” His voice was shaking as well, barely understandable words coming out

“Come for me, good boy” It only took a few thrusts before he came, holding her down onto him

The feeling of him filling her up sent her over the edge, her whole body shaking. She caught his lips in a soft kiss as his breathing came back to normal

She pulled off of him, earning her a whine from him. She went to the bathroom, finding a damp towel, cleaning them both up

She pulled the sheets over his body before laying down beside him, his back pressed against her front

“You okay?” She asked, wrapping her arm around him, kissing his shoulder

“Mhm” He said, nodding, obviously too tired to answer “I love you” He managed out anyways

She was startled at his words, but smiled anyways, pulling his body further into hers

[concreteangel92]

Let’s talk about mean dom Noah.

MDNI below the cut.

You know he cracks his neck like this moments before you’re in trouble. I’m talking you’ve been a huge brat all day, all week, haven’t listened once and now he’s pissed, really fucking pissed, kinda in trouble.

He’d have you begging for release after having you on edge all day with a remote controlled vibrator that he’s been using via his phone while in the studio, you dare try to get yourself off and you won’t be touched for weeks and he’d know if you’re lying.

He’d come home to find you whimpering, crying, begging and he would love it. You dare act up to him? This is what you deserve.

Noah would get off on you begging for his forgiveness, he’d have you on your knees to say sorry, telling him exactly what he wants to hear before he’s using your throat for his own release. He wants you to treat him like the god he knows he is.

And maybe once he’s decided to forgive then he will stop edging you and give you want you want….if he believes you’d learned your lesson.

Mean dom Noah is definitely someone you don’t act up to, unless you want to be fucked within an inch of your life after being edged and punished for as long as he sees fit first.