#dommi's fic

[hana-no-seiiki]

More dommy mommy reader!

this time, using some lines from makima’s jp cv’s asmr and devil wears prada scenes. pretty sure i wrote this scenario before but like a long time ago, and just in headcannons so.

YANDERE! BATFAM x DOMMY! MOMMY! READER

You do not think Bruce Wayne was completely aware of the logistics when it came to Galas. If he did he wouldn’t be holding so many of those damn things all the time.

“I’m so sorry, Miss [Y/N]! I really did confirm last night.”

“Tales of your incompetence do not interest me.”

But maybe you shouldn’t be blaming him, but the lack of tact, wit, or remarkable capability the entire staff had. Then again, it’s because you’re always around the Batfamily that your standards for competency were so high.

“Miss [Y/N]!” You heard someone call out to you.

The assistant behind you visibly tensed. Anyone with a brain on them knew not to bother you during work. Hell, any thing that could breathe knew not to approach you when you were swamped with work (which was usually all the time)

“Drake, let me go.”

“Damian. Stay.” Damian doesn’t even notice the condescending way his father reprimanded him, jealousy consumed him entirely. He only saw red.

“How can you be so calm about this? They’re practically smothering her!”

“There’s a reason why Miss [Y/N] was picked to be Alfred’s successor y’know. Beyond just family ties.” Dick caressed Damian’s hair. “She values professionalism above all. She’ll reject them right about now…”

“You . . . love me?” You parroted back. Your features do not budge an inch.

“Y-yes. I’ve been —“

You interrupt, frankly too busy to listen to their rambling, “Then pray.”

“Huh?”

“You love me right? Then pray that I love you. Beg if you have to.”

Despite their flustered almost angered reaction to your command, your admirer felt their knees turn into a soggy noodle like substance. Their heart practically leapt at the opportunity to obey you.

“Only God will make me consider.”

Not even a moment passed before you were back to your duties, the confession long gone from your thoughts, “Tell Timothy for the 48th time, no. I do not want those devices of him in my room, and if I find another one I’m promptly sending in my resignation. Has Bruce confirmed?”

“Uh- oh!” The intern snapped out of their daze, scribbling furiously on their notepad.

You finally stopped where the guys were at, a bit befuddled by the way they were staring holes at you. Damian practically had a mix of panic, relief and anger painted all over him. “Yes, how may I be of assistance to you, young master?”

“I- I’m fine.”

“Richard, make sure to confirm your attendance.” You glared at the eldest brother.

He saluted in response, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Busy day?” Jason inquired, an attempt at small talk if you will.

“Busy day.” You swiftly cut off his olive branch. After making sure none of the men needed your presence with a quick once over, you make a bow and left. Your voice, though soft could still be heard, “Do I smell freesias? If, I see, freesias anywhere I will be verrryyy disappointed —“

[greenorangevioletgrass]

Me at the start of Challengers: oh, she pegs him.

bro the fact that i’ve been sitting on this ask for DAYS bc i just keeping nodding and zoning out instead of writing a response 😝

but DEFINITELY 10000% yes to art getting pegged on the reg. i wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the one who initiated it most of the time? like every other instances when he’s horny, he would start it off with “babe i need you…” which earns a casual “oh, you wanna fuck?” he tilts his head, that puppy dog eyes in full power, and he bites his lower lip, “i need you… inside me.”

and i know we all wanna see him bend over like the pathetic bitch boy that he is, i know. but i feel like he likes it best in missionary? you would tell him “lie back on the bed” in that soft but firm tone, and he nearly giggles in giddiness. you’re such a fucking sight, kneeling before him, stroking the strap-on with lube like it’s your real dick, lining it up against his hole. “shh shh shh, relax… open up for me, baby,” and he swears he nearly comes right on the spot. he would look at you with the dopiest heart eyes as he rambles, cock-drunk, “i love you so much baby… wanna be yours forever. all yours.”

[lesbians4armand]

i really do love the daniel x fake rashid dynamic just for how delicious the power dynamics are. the assumed age gap and servitude putting daniel in a position of power that he is not really in at all in dubai in a house of a vampire. but that same assumed dynamic giving “rashid” knowledge that daniel does not have as the personal assistant to a vampire, who is fed on by him, and as daniel assumes, he also sleeps with. Daniel is jealous of this proximity to louis but jealous of “rashid” himself as well, wondering how he tastes.

then of course, the fact this is all a premise. Daniel is in no position of power at all, hes being played with, toyed with, all his private comments and desires are transparently observed by not one but two vampires that have the power of life and death over him.

but they ALLOW this, they allow daniel’s perceived power, his desire, putting themselves in a false submission to him as both an interviewee and a servant, letting him feel this power as a taste, but every time he gets comfortable in it, reminding him that its a game. wonderful truly

[nandermoenthusiast]

The coffin lands with a crash, Nandor already out of it gracefully as his vampiric nature grants him.

“Have you survived the fall Guillermo, are you allright?” he asks haughtily and with a barely concealed predatory grin at the yelping heap of limbs and clothes that is Guillermo right now. Of course he was never truly worried for his well being, Guillermo might be human, but he is no regular human, if his van Helsing blood has anything to say about that. Nandor just likes to tease.

“Yes master, im fine, i just wasnt prepa-“

Nandor offers him a hand out of the coffin, the way Guillermo has done so many times before for him. Nandor looks at him curiously, Guillermo looks all flustered right now, hes cute. Hes always cute of course, but damn. He hasn’t even realised the obvious parallel yet, just took his hand absent-mindedly as he was rambling about something. His hair is all mussed up too. Cute.

Probably the moment registers into Guillermo’s mind as Nandor hears his muttering protests suddenly cut short. He’s looking at their gingerly intertwined hands and kinda looks like hes about to swallow a frog, or maybe like he’s about to start crying again. This fucking guy. Always a theatrics with him. But Nandor has learned to lean into his little guy’s moods. He leaves him to his maybe horny maybe emotional thoughts and finishes helping him out of the coffin.

The air is thick between them now. He can sort of hear Guillermo’s heartbeat from this distance, the little guy probably has a concert thumping in his ears right now. Nandor enjoys playing with his food, always has, and today is no different. He takes a step closer. Guillermo takes an infinitesimal step back. There is a wall very close to his back. Right where Nandor wanted him.

“You know as i was saying about the cameras, Guillermo…” he starts feign-casual as he very not casually hovers over him, black eyes boring into him with the fire that only very rarely comes out in front of the crew. Guillermo looks like he’s a mixture between disbelieving and like he’s gonna pass out from hyperventilation at a moments notice. It’s an endearing mix.

“Y-yes, you -were saying something about your hair…” Guillermo couldn’t physically look away from Nandor if his life depended on it right now.

“And other reasons”, very seriously.

“- Yeah”, an exhale.

Just look at his eager little eyes. Should he put the guy out of his misery? Well come to think of it, should he put himself out of his own misery? He’s been in love with the guy for the better part of a decade now. Of course he’s not about to say that now. Let him play the part of suave vampire for his Guillermo, let him fullfill any fantasy he’s ever had, at the very least this very first time they do this dance. There will be time for the mushy stuff later. Come to think of it, what is Nandor doing?? Acting on years of pent up sexual and romantic tension, of course, but what is he setting himself up to? Heartbreak.

Violent, earth shattering heartbreak. Maybe not today, maybe not in 10 years, but soon. Soon to a vampire anyway. No- you don’t know that. If Guillermo loves me, he might find a way to not leave me like he always does. He always does leave. But then he also always comes back. Doesn’t he? Nandor loses himself in these thoughts for a moment, and Guillermo seems to notice his mind is suddenly somewhere else.

Oh, to be known so completely. Oh, to have a worthy partner, a partner who knows everything about you, a Lazlo to your Nadja, a Charmaine to your Sean, a Sire to your Baron. And to have to lose it in a matter of years. Just his luck. But also like Colin Robinson said, dont be sad cause its over, smile cause it happened.

Nandor’s eyes keep searching Guillermo’s as he draws closer and closer, eyes intensely registering every microexpression on his beloved’s face, the little crinkle between his brows and the small nervous smile that’s forming around his lips. His hands land seamlessly and delicately on either side of Guillermo’s face, and he feels his breath hitch. He really doesn’t give a flying fuck if he’s gonna suffer for a thousand years, Guillermo is here right now and he looks like he’s gonna break under his touch. One hand goes to cradle his head, thumb delicately swiping over Guillermo’s ear and pulse point, as Nandor brings their noses together and they breathe the same air for a moment. The other hand is held gently across his cheek, just there, a reassuring weight. “I’m going to kiss you now”.

And Nandor kisses him.

[strang3lov3]

Family dinners in the stepdaddy!Roman au would go crazy, uncle Kendall and auntie Shiv... ><

Oh god, absolutely. I’ve thought about this, and I see stepdaddy!Romey either a, being a total fucking menace and making you wear one of those remote control vibrators at the dinner table, knowing you can’t keep yourself together as he toys with you. Or b, he’s kind of sweet and pulls you away from the chaos. Like slips away with you to the balcony for some air. Probably both tbh. What can I say, it’s the duality of man.

[stickytrigger69]

tfp dom Airachnid x sub mech reader, bondage and masochism/sadism

TFP Dom Airachinid x Sub Mech Cybertronian Reader

NSFW minors DNI!!!

Mech reader

Use of he/him pronouns

Sadist Airachnid, Masochist Male Reader

BDSM Elements!!

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Your lover has left you all alone, bound, and on the hard floor. Servos behind you, pedes under you, and mouth coated beautifully in the webs spun by your dearest lover. Though you're mildly uncomfortable, you can't help the excitement racing through your spark. Just thinking of those fine pointed pedes and slim black legs leading up to perfect hips and chest plate makes you giddy, and your spike pressurize just enough to make you dizzy with lust. Airachnids slim but curved frame is one you could recognize while blind folded. Her fine, glossy lips hiding the cutest fangs make your throat dry. The poison laced on those lips, you're going mad.

And how she's bragged about you, her own pride and joy embodied in the frame of her favorite mech. You were made for her, the well of sparks, and Primus worked together to take one spark and split it in half and mold the perfect frames to match. You're hers, and she's yours equally. What's she doing that's taking so long. You miss her, miss her frame, miss her valve, the way it drips with want as she bites and claws at you. Shocks and smacks, hisses in your audials as she takes you apart. You start shaking, spike pressurizing by the second. Shouldn't have let your thoughts go astray, but you can't help it. The promise of reward causes you to act as though you are insatiable in your want.

You groan out loud in frustration, in need. When she comes back, you're gonna....

"Darling?" The door whooshes open and in steps your queen. Her purple optics glow devilishly. Any strong thoughts you had of being dominant are thrown to the wind. Your spike throbs underneath your array, and a small groan leaves you. 'Please,' you think to yourself, 'please use me, I'm your little toy.' She smirks at your pitiful state, lubricant leaks out from the seams of your array panel. She stalks forward, heels clacking painfully on the steel floor. You vibrate with anxiety.

Your helm points upwards as she stands before you, long, thick legs, slim waist, large chassis, curved derma, angled optics. You choke on a ball of thick lubricant, olfactory on overdrive as the sight of her teases your senses. 'Primus, forgive me for the sin I am about to commit.' You pray, knowing the vile things she will do to you and make you do. She releases your legs from their confines on the hard ground and spins you a small collar and leash from her silky web. She tugs and pulls, forcing you to your pedes. "Come on! Faster! That's it, 'atta boy." She praises as you stand to tower over her. Your fans whirl and hum warmly, "Come." She commands as she turns a heel towards the berth. You follow stiffly, joints locking from sitting for so long, but fast enough to still be a good boy.

She sits on the edge of the berth and immediately tugs down to have you on your knees again. She holds the sides of your face in her dainty servos, observing the heat coming from your cheeks, then slowly starts peeling the web from your derma. A taunting swipe of her glossa leaves you whining, "Now, now, this is supposed to be a reward, not a punishment. Be good. Be patient." She whispers. She smiles sweetly as her array panel swipes away, valve dripping and glossy. Immediately, you try licking it up. She slaps your face away hard, making you groan in painful pleasure. "Patience, you're my good boy, right?" You nod slowly, vents increasingly getting hotter.

"Please." You whimper, your array slips away, spike bobbing out and leaking, "Oh please." Her smile widens.

"So cute when you beg, sweetspark." She tugs at a wire in the back of your neck to turn your face up so she can bite into the sensitive cords on the side.

"Ahhh" you moan, spike twitching.

"Going to overload already, my love?" She teases.

"Please." You whine again. Giving her a pleading look, optics look so big with want. She only chuckles before grabbing hold of the leash once again and scooting up, heels locking into the edge of your shared berth. Knees spread wide, exposing her perfect valve with an inviting look on her faceplate. She tugs once, and you dive right in. Kissing, licking, and sucking on her sweet, lubricated valve, the taste of her making you groan as she moans, closing her optics softly. Your glossa flicks over and circles around her node, making her jerk her hips.

"Oh, my good boy, mmm, just like that." She takes hold of your helm and keeps you in place. You nibble slightly at her node, and she pulls you off to slap you again. "No." She says sternly and pushes your derma to her valve again. You just look up at her for a moment before nibbling again. "I said no." She forces you back and stands up over you, grabbing your face forcefully making you whine. Her servo grasps your neck as she pulls you up to stand before her. You look down at her, wanting more pain for the rest of the pleasure, and she can see that.

"I see, then, should have said something, baby boy." She turns you around to sit on the berth, servos still around your throat as she kisses you, grip tightening and other servo trailing down to jerk at your spike. A painful tug jolts through your spine to your processor and is followed by tender touches as she jerks your spike, rubbing the tip, smearing the lubricants around as she bites your derma, drawing energon. You moan deeply as her claws dig into your neck, touching and scraping at sensitive nodes and wires.

With a moan, she pulls away to look at your pretty face, energon leaking from your derma, dribbling down your sharp chin and onto your strong chassis. "You really are gorgeous, sweetspark." She praises her favorite toy. She looks down to stare at your spike in her small servo and feels heat pool in her gestation chamber, "mmmm, such a fragging unit." She groans deeply, sounding predatory. "Servos." She demands, so you rip them from their confines, webs dangle from your wrist joints and forearms, the off-white contrasts your paint job. She loves seeing it, and marking you makes her swell with pride. A servo goes to your chassis, the other firmly at the base of your spike, and scratches a deep mark into the strong metal, pulling a growl from you. "Pick me up, good boy." Your larger servos wrap gently around her waist to lift her from the ground with ease. Her legs spread wide, and you pull her close, valve aligned with your spike.

Slowly, you begin to lose your patience as she licks and kisses at your bite wounds. She hums happily and then bites down hard on your neck as she slams her hips down, spike plunging deep into her tight valve. You moan loudly and overload into your beloved spider. She feels hot lubricant jet into her and immediately starts bouncing onto your hard spike, moaning and whining with each fall of her hips. The tip of your spike pokes and prods at her gestation chamber, making her bite harder onto your neck. She pulls away and pushes you down her pedes flat on the berth as she straddles you, wrapping her servos around your neck as she rides you, keeping the air from circulating through your ventilation systems. You feel as though your spark has been destroyed, processor being flooded with too many senses, her smell, the pain, the pleasure.

You can feel how tight her valve is, how hard it squeezes around your spike, and how warm and wet she is. Subconsciously, your servos squeeze around her waist tighter and tighter as you take the wheel and push and pull at your pace. She gives you a second to breathe to take your servos into hers instead, then traps them above your head in more webs. She does the same on your legs and midsection, successfully trapping you to the berth. She steps up and off of your leaking spike, making you whine and groan disappointedly. She gives you a small scratch on the side of your faceplate while she moves to grasp it, making you writhe in your place.

A heel moves up next to your helm as she stretches across your larger frame. "I don't know whether to treat you or punish you." She coos then sucks through her denta, "I rrreally want to just punish you for nibbling on my node earlier, but you have been such a good boy." Her optics soften, your silvery face so blue and hot, your optics droop, you're exhausted from the teasing, overload, and all the waiting.

She hums softly and then makes her decision. She spins around to put her valve in your face and takes your large spike in her servos. First, she licks and kisses at the head and shaft while pushing her hips down on your face, your glossa sticking out to provide friction for her to grind down on. She takes your spike into her intake slowly at first, then starts ramping up in speed, sucking hard as she lifts her helm upward. Her goal is to suck your soul from your spark, and she'll be damned if she doesn't. She wants a taste of that sweet lubricant as you eat it from her valve.

Your processor has gone numb and optics blurry. You've been waiting so long for this, and now you're hardly conscious as you lap up your mixed juices. You don't realize until she gets oof of you that you've overloaded once more from her intake. "Mmmmmm, my good boy tastes delicious." She wipes at her derma to lean forward and kiss you. "But I haven't overloaded yet, so I hope that you have more to give, baby." She rubs your sensitive spike tantalizingly slow.

"Oh, please, I can't..." You beg.

"Tut tut my sweetspark, you'll be okay." She bites you again, injecting you with a special serum she came across on another planet. She loves using this stuff on you and how it changes your optics to a pretty pink color. And how hard it makes your spike. Suddenly invigorated, you sit up a little and smirk at her. You thrust forward a bit, spike rubbing against her node, making her gasp.

"Use me up, baby. He's still standing at attention, I need you." You pull her into a deep kiss, lifting her up and pushing her down onto your sensitive spike. "I want to feel you wrapped around my spike for cycles after this, even if you're not there. Break me." Your last comment makes her smile. She's going to spin you up in her net and use you for as long as she wants,

"Are you sure you're alright?" Knockout asks.

"Fine, thanks." You walk out of the medibay admiring new scars she left. You can still feel her, her claws, valve, chassis, spark. A shiver runs down your spine as you recall that night. "Can't wait till she breaks me again." You whisper to yourself as you walk past Breakdown who only makes a sour face, not that you saw. Otherwise, you'd ask what his problem was.

"-but his energon that night was so sweet." Airachinid finishes hee long droning as she presses a key or two into the computer in the main hull of the Nemesis. "I can't wait to break him again. I can still feel his spike throbbing and filling me up." She starts exciting herself. "I think I just might right now." She turns to walk down the halls to find her sparkmate.

[sophaeros]

I've been obsessing over julian/albert/fab lately, any fic recommendations?

really like your blog btw!!

yeah mine /j (emeto tw)

no but honestly i havent been able to find a single fic i really liked 💔💔💔💔💔 i know there are a few on ao3 and they're cute but not like. my favourites yknow. i dont recall seeing any on livejournal unfortunately.....someone please write something anon and i are starving over here

and here's a little bonus 😋

[night-market-if]

In the relationship stage how would Belladonna react if the MC said to her

‘You I would ask you to step on me but I see your already doing it’

She would be so delighted. Absolutely tickled.

My Bella simps are out in droves this week. I love it!

[davifoxi]

*looks up from writing a fic with izuku and katsuki piss on ochaco* sorry, what's going on with leaks?

[milfs-and-monsters]

Chardee shippers any opinion or headcanons on who tops, bottoms, subs, doms in the relationship? 👀

Either way I think Dee pegs Charlie sometimes.

[weebsinstash]

So like I was completely unaware of this fact until just a few days ago but

Kohei Horikoshi this is a WAR CRIME

[caroldantops]

gonna b honest w u guys. ive been reading more stuff w bottom and/or subby nat lately and like. i get it. i think she finally clicked for me

[jacethegaymer]

Made another sims fanfic except it involves Circe and Loki

I’m not going to put the link here cause it’s 18+ and it’s um.. steamy

But

If you want to read it, go to AO3. (my user is JayceDoesWriting)

[moginrambles]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Savage Worlds (Roleplaying Game), Original Work Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Termina Flux/Brady Nebraska, Termina Flux/The Wraxian/Nebraska Characters: Termina Flux, Brady Nebraska, The Wraxian, Original Characters Additional Tags: Birthday Sex, Tentacle Sex, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Edging, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Impact Play, Bondage, Trans Character, Alien Sex, bullying a dommy mommy to expose her hidden brat side, my favourite T4T couple plus my favourite tentacle alien together at last Summary:

Nebraska hires the Cherrydrop Hotel's finest for General Flux's birthday.

[eelboy]

shoutout to gentle mommy dom blogs wish there was a popular male equivalent group whose members knew how to act

[musubi-sama]

Yes I would absolutely do this. And yes this is exactly what would happen to me.

And yes I would thank him and ask for more.

CW: Smut, Anal, Hints of CNC, Female Reader, AFAB Reader

W/C: 1,080

Credit to cafekitsune for the banner

“I said I was sorry, Suguru!” Your words are muffled by the soft sheets below you.

He has you on your stomach, the plush bed molding to your figure perfectly. You would’ve thought he was ignoring you again, if not for the way his strong hands spread your lower cheeks.

“Oh, you’re sorry now?” He clicks his tongue in disappointment.

Maybe sorry was an overstatement. You weren’t entirely there quite yet. Suguru had been sitting at his desk for hours, you think (even though he said it had only been one). The lack of attention was getting on your nerves. It didn’t help that he looked nothing short of perfect in the dim mood lighting, the screen from his laptop illuminating his facial features. You, ever the little needy thing you were, crawled into his lap. It was harmless at first. He rested his hand on your lower back, and you twirled one of his long strands between your fingers. He still didn’t stop working, so you decided to up the ante. Your hips began to grind down, your core pressing against his in desperation. You were hoping it was a slick move. It wasn’t. Suguru sighed and closed his laptop, tossing you on the bed before he ripped your pants and underwear down. And that’s how you got in the situation you were currently in.

He admires your tight hole beneath him, paying no mind to the way you try to squirm away. You don’t get very far. He’s sat on the back of your thighs, his body pressing you further into the sheets below. Suguru keeps his gaze set on your asshole while he runs his thumb across it, grinning at the way you twitch.

“You didn’t sound very sorry before.” He remarks, rubbing his thumb across your hole again.

“Is it a crime to want your attention now?”

You’re bitching, but you figure the situation can’t get worse than it already is now. Suguru leans over to reach the bedside table, pulling the drawer open to dig around inside. You don’t see the bottle he pulls out. You’re too busy pouting beneath him.

“No. But there is a right way and a wrong way to ask for it.”

You tried the right way. It wasn’t getting you the results you wanted.

Suguru doesn’t warn you when he pours the cool liquid over your hole. It runs down your skin, the temperature making your spine tingle. You yelp and try to turn around to see what he’s doing, but from your vantage point you can’t see much.

“What’re you doing?!”

“Giving you the attention you wanted.”

Suguru leans back, the sound of his clothes rustling the only noise in the room. He pulls his cock out, it’s heavy and warm in his hand. Precum is dribbling from the tip because despite the way he’s portraying himself now, your actions earlier were affecting him.

“You wanted to be fucked, right?”

You whimper below him because that is what you wanted. You wanted to feel his cock stretch you out. You wanted to feel his skin against yours.

“Like I always say, act like a slut, get treated like a slut.” He pumps his cock a couple times before positioning it in front of your hole. “Come on, say it back so I know you understand.”

You grumble beneath him, unhappy with the condescension dripping from his tone. The lube is sliding down your slit now, the cool temperature of it inches from your pussy.

“Act like a slut, get treated like a s- AH!” You moan, pushing your arms down to hold you up halfway.

Suguru eased the tip of his cock in your asshole as you were speaking. The head stretches you out, your muscles tightly gripping onto him.

“Oh, honey.” He coos, slowly sliding his cock further into you.

Your mouth is hung open while your eyes roll back. The pressure is heavy. You can feel the way the ridges inside you cling to him, begrudgingly parting as he forces himself in.

Suguru pushes your back down until your face is smooshed in the bed once more. He positions your hands above you where he holds them from behind, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Come on, be a good girl for me. This is what you wanted.” His voice is soft, his breath grazing the side of your ear.

“I wanted you to fuck my p-“ You don’t finish your sentence because now you’re flustered.

He’s all the way inside now, his pelvis pressed against your ass as he pins you down.

“What was that? You wanted me to what? Speak louder, sweetheart.”

He’s fucking with you. Any remaining common sense you may have had prior to this is steadily dripping from your touch starved cunt, and he’s fucking with you.

Suguru brings his hips back slowly, dragging his cock from you before pushing back in once more. You can feel the pressure of it against your walls. He’s centimeters from your pussy. It aches. You can feel your walls stretching, you can feel how needy your other hole is, deprived of being filled up. There’s some relief in the way your thighs are pressed tightly together, the feeling soothing your clit as he fucks you from behind. But it doesn’t change how empty your pussy feels.

He moans behind you, his hands still holding yours tightly against the bed. He’s set a slow pace, not being too harsh despite this being a punishment. Was it a punishment, really? The lube makes it painless, his cock easily sliding in and out from you. You’re letting out moans because it does feel good. You just know it could be so much better.

Suguru fucks into you, the tightness making his breathing stutter. There’s drool seeping from your lips into the bed below.

“You’re so fucking t-tight.” He grunts.

You whimper beneath him, desire pooling in your gut as he fucks your ass. You think he must be getting close because his speed increases. It feels so fucking good for you too, but it’s not enough, and he knows that. Suguru pushes into you a couple more times before he cums, the warm liquid filling you up. You’re a mess below him, somehow satiated yet still desperate. He pulls his cock from you, admiring the way his cum begins to spill from your asshole.

“Now turn over.” He orders, with the promise of a long night ahead of you.

@slutshamethesquirrels