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Paring: Dom!Hoon X m!reader
Genre:Heavy Smut. [MDNI 18+]
CW: Gym sex, sweatpants, belly bulge, friends with benefits, cumming inside, nsfw.
Summary: Your eyes are stuck on Sunghoon grey sweatpants.
A/N: This was my first time writing explicit scenes so please bare with me >< (update note on 080824)
Sunghoon being a college student who also engages in skating as a hobby, and takes great pride in his job, asks you to come along and support him at competitions. Despite your lack of direct contribution, your presence is more than enough for him.
On a regular day, Sunghoon requests your presence at the gym, where he has rented the entire facility just for the two of you. The fact that he is wealthy and somewhat famous contributes to this arrangement.
As you open the door to your dorm room, Sunghoon stands before you, towering over you in his gym attire and a gym bag hanging from his shoulder. He appears particularly appealing in his gray sweatpants, immediately catching your attention. Embarrassed and feeling your face heat up, you can't help but silently gulp, anticipating the inevitable outcome of this sight. Sunghoon, noticing your stunned silence, inquires about your reaction.
When Sunghoon questions your silence, wondering if his outfit is unattractive, you quickly reassure him that it's not the case. He explains that he sent a message the night before, but you didn't see it. He then shows you the message as proof. Despite your busy college schedule and reliance on a computer for work, Sunghoon offers you $50 for attending the gym with him.
"Take it or not" hearing the word money, you agree without hesitation and rush to change into your gym clothes.
As you enter the rented gym alongside Sunghoon, he begins his workout routine, leaving you to explore on your own. Being new to the gym experience, you looking for a relatively less strenuous activity like a treadmill and low-weight dumbbells.
Initially, it proves challenging, but eventually, you find yourself adjusting to the routine and breaking a sweat. Wearing a black top, you're fortunate that it doesn't reveal the sweat as much. Meanwhile, Sunghoon efficiently goes through half the gym's equipment, revealing his toned biceps and visible veins. Despite his slim build, his unique physique captivates your attention.
You take a break from your workout, feeling exhausted and with sweat soaking your head. You approach Sunghoon, who's lifting weights in a lying position. The sight of his muscles flexing under his tight compression tank top captivates you. However, feeling self-conscious about being a "creep," you try to look away. Unbeknownst to you, Sunghoon is well aware of your gaze, even with his headphones on, making your attempt to look away a bit pointless.
Watching Sunghoon exercise, you noticed his crotch area becoming more obvious under the tight grey sweatpants.
His growing erection strained against the fabric, clearly visible as he lifted weights.
The sight stirred feelings of excitement and nervousness within you.
"Did he get... Hard by just lifting weights?" You couldn't believe it, but the evidence was right in front of you.
His erection strained against the tight fabric, causing a throbbing sensation within your own body.
Despite the discomfort, you knew this was a rare opportunity - something his fans would kill for. So, you sat still and endured the pain, determined not to miss a single second of the show.
Once Sunghoon completed his workout, you attempted to nonchalantly divert your gaze, feigning that you hadn't been intently observing him the entire time. He took off his headphones, catching his breath as he chugged down the water.
"Enjoy the view?" A smirk played on his lips, indicating that he knew exactly what had caught your attention.
"Shut up", you protested half-heartedly, folding your arms across your chest. It was just once!
"Just admit it, you want me" he murmured seductively into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he is leaning down. Not only was his body radiating heat, but the raw sexual energy he exuded made you dizzy with desire.
"But..." you hesitated, unsure how to respond to this new side of Sunghoon. You always thought of him as a friendly guy who occasionally asked for favors and invited you to his skating competitions. Yet here he was, dominating and undeniably horny.
"Explore as you please m/n or I'll make you instead" Sunghoon urged with a mischievous smile
Taking advantage of the situation, you hesitantly reached out and felt his size through his pants. The shape of his impressive length sent a thrill coursing through your fingers. He responded with a soft moan, evidently relishing your touch. As you continued stroking him, he couldn't hold back any longer and lowered his pants, revealing his long, pale cock - already wet with pre-cum. Watching it stand tall ignited an intense desire within you to push him over the edge completely. Without warning, Sunghoon's darker side surfaced suddenly.
Unable to resist any longer, Sunghoon picked you up and placed you on his abs, wrapping your legs around his waist while holding onto his shoulder. In a flash, he asked for permission to enter you. His eyes were half lidded and needy, revealing just how much he desired you. You nodded enthusiastically in agreement.He grinned wickedly and lowered you onto his hardness, causing your body to shake as soon as the tip touched you. Both of you found yourselves lost in the moment - not in a private room but among the gym's equipment.
With a casual smirk, Sunghoon began thrusting into you with increasing force, mimicking the rhythm of his workout. The combination of exercise and sex proved to be exhilarating, belly bulge on you. You cried out in ecstasy as he continued to drive himself deeper inside you, while Sunghoon threw his head back, thoroughly enjoying every moment.
As Sunghoon continued to thrust into you with increasing pushing, the sensation of his hardness filling you sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
"Shi-shit i feel it coming m/n"
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed throughout the gym. His grip on your hips tightened as he drove himself deeper inside you, eliciting soft gasps from your lips that mingled with his own ragged breaths. You could feel every inch of him within you, stretching and claiming you in equal measure.
You were too embarrassed to say anything, all you do was moaning and cried in this sensitive moment. Your nails digging on his back, your dick began to feel the sensation, feeling like soon to be coming.
"It's coming m/n l- let's cum together oo?"
As the climax approached, Sunghoon felt a surge of pleasure coursing through their veins, his cock grow hard as a rock. With one final push, both of you released the intense orgasm together.
He trembled slightly, as Sunghoon filled you with warmth and intimacy. Breathing heavily like puppies. Your hole is now stretching wide open, then he pull his throbbing out of you.
"It's feel like heaven like they said m/n,i- i want more!"
Usually man's glans get very sensitive after cumming but Sunghoon didn't care. His tip is still dripping with orgasm, however he drive inside you once again!
"FUCK NO! MY HOLE"
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IN HIS ARMS || QZ!Joel Miller x f!reader || 5,2k
Summary: You meet a smuggler in the QZ and can't resist your attraction to him.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, a bit of fluff, unspecified age gap, Fedra soldier!reader, unprotected piv (wrap it up), creampie, mirror sex, degradation, rough sex, praise kink, size kink, reader really loves Joelâs arms (who doesnât), manhandling, alcohol consumption, use of a morning after pill, mention of guns, mention of canon-typical violence. Reader has hair. Joel can pick her up. Pics are only for the mood, reader has no other specific physical descriptions.
A/n: this is written for PPCU Body Worship writing challenge, created by talented, sweet and beautiful @joelmillerisapunk đ I got âArmsâ and immediately thought of meaty, beefy QZ Joel. Smooches to my lovely beta @milla-frenchy đ Dividers by @saradika-graphics đ Love yâall! Hope you will like the story!â¤ď¸
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âLetâs go.â
âSure you need me there? Itâs your deal, Ronnie. And you know youâre armed, right? Why do I always have to hold your hand?â you complain, while your eyes are scanning the crowd at a public hanging for any sign of disturbance. Itâs not your favorite task but Fedra sends enough soldiers here to keep things under control so it usually goes smoothly. Thatâs probably why your friend Ronnie arranged a deal right in the middle of your shift.
âIâm nervous, ok,â he admits, glancing at you, âThe dudeâs fucking scary. Never worked with him before. But Iâve heard stuff. Youâre just gonna stand there, thatâs all. Donât need to talk.â
Youâve known Ronnie since you were teens in a Fedra camp. Now both officers, you are still inseparable, though at this moment youâd prefer to be as far away from him as you could because in case you two get caught, you both will be a spectacle of the next hanging. Ronnieâs pleading eyes always work on you and the little weasel knows it well so you curse and follow him to the place of the meetup.
As soon as you see the smuggler, standing in a secluded spot far away from the prying eye, your heart starts beating faster. And not because he scares you. Yes, heâs huge and looks very unfriendly, thanks to his furrowed brows and the closed off stance which actually happens to be the culprit of your unexpected reaction. His pose accentuates the beauty of his arms as heâs crossing them in front of his chest. Itâs a threatening sight, same as his gaze, but like a moth to a flame, youâre pulled to the man immediately. All thoughts in your head are replaced with only one - heâs fucking hot.
Ronnie slowly comes up to the man, feigning confidence.
âWho the fuck is this?â the smuggler asks, nodding at you with his chin.
âJust a friend. Donât worry, Joel.â
âI ainât the one to worry here, kid,â he gruffs, uncrossing his arms as his fists clench in a threatening gesture and you can sense the waves of panic, coming from your friend. âI prefer to do these things one on one. Donât need an audience. Ya got me?â
âYeah, âk. Next time Iâll be alone.â
âHope so.â
Joel looks you up and down and you suddenly feel too hot. Standing a step further from him than Ronnie and not saying anything, youâre ogling the man with hungry eyes. Joel seems to relax and the men finally exchange the goodsâ pills for your friend and ration cards for the smuggler. Theyâre talking about the product, scheduling the next deal, and you should be on the lookout, should be attentive to the surroundings, like you always are, but your mind, as well as other parts, is fully focused on the stranger.
Joelâs hairy forearms are thick and strong and every little move makes his muscles flex and bulge out of his rolled up sleeves of the denim shirt. His shoulders are broad and the fabric, containing them, is strained to the limit. Youâve never been a biter in bed but suddenly you want to sink your teeth into his arms, lick them all over, glide your hands over the vast expense of his skin, grab them and feel them tighten around your body, encompassing you fully, while his cock stretchesâŚ
âHey!â Ronnie exclaims, interrupting your horny daydreams, pulling on your sleeve and you blink at him, trying to shake away the visions of the man, doing filthy things to you.
âLetâs go!â he says for what appears not the first time, and you smile awkwardly, noticing Joelâs smirk. His arms are crossed again, but now heâs looking at you with a twinkle of curiosity in his piercing eyes, his heavy gaze lightened up.
You take a step away, following your friend, but Joel stops you.
âSweetheart, wait!â
The pet name hits you right in the pussy and you pause and turn back, confused by why heâs calling you.
âCâmere,â the man motions for you to return to him with a shake of his head, his bear hands shoved in the jeans pockets.
âWeâre in a hurry, man,â Ronnie frowns, thinking heâs coming to your rescue, but you turn to him and say,
âItâs ok. Wait for me over there.â
You have no idea what Joel wants from you, but youâre eager to find out. Not hiding his anxiety, your friend takes a few steps away from you and stands at the gate, glancing in your direction from time to time while his hand is resting on his gun.
âYes? Joel, right?â You ask, coming up to the smuggler and using every last drop of your will not to leer at his mighty arms again.
âYeah. Whatâs your name?â
You reply with a little smile and see a smirk tug at his plush lips when he asks, âLike what you see?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYouâve been starin' at me like at a piece of meat. No use denyin' it."
You avert your eyes, chewing on your lip. You probably should be embarrassed to be caught ogling the man, but life in this miserable world taught you to take what you want whenever you can. Especially if it's being handed to you.
"I'm not." You look back at Joel with defiance in your gaze. "I think you're hot."
Joelâs chest expands when he takes a deep breath, the shirtâs buttons hanging for dear life. His piercing eyes turn a shade darker as he asks,
"Wanna do somethin' about it?"
Your heart rate increases and the warmth of arousal between your thighs makes you shift on your feet.
"What are you suggesting?"
"Come over to my place tonight. Around 8. Ask your friend for the address. He knows."
You don't reply for a few seconds, making it seem like you're thinking about your answer, although your pussy has been aching since the moment you saw the smuggler so there's no way you're going to reject his invitation.
"'K", you reply, feigning nonchalance, while excitement is twisting your stomach.
âWhat?! Are you out of your mind? You're gonna see him?â Ronnie hisses at you, as you two are walking back to the square. âHeâs dangerous! Do you realize that? Heâs huge! Have you seen his arms?â
âOh, Iâve seen his arms alright,â you reply with a dreamy smile, sensing butterflies in your belly.
âFuck, youâre so stupid when youâre horny. If I find you tomorrow dead in a ditch, Iâll tell your lifeless face âI told you so!ââ
âJesus, man,â You giggle, playfully punching Ronnieâs shoulder. âIâll be ok. I promise.â
The night canât come soon enough. Still wearing your uniform, you rush to meet the man who's been occupying your mind all day. When Joel opens the door to you, you swallow loudly seeing him in the same denim shirt and dark blue jeans. Youâve been dreaming of his huge arms around your body, so your panties are completely soaked, and having had no time to change after your shift, you hope to slide them off as fast as possible.
âHi,â you greet the man, stepping into his apartment.
âHowdy.âJoel closes the door and stands next to you, while his gaze is sliding up and down your body. You look around the apartment, getting a whiff of his scentâ sweat with a subtle trace of whiskey.
âAre you from Texas originally?â You ask, glancing up at him, slightly intoxicated by his closeness.
âYeah. Want a drink?â
He walks to the living area and you follow before leaving your guns at the door.
âWhat do you have?â
âWhiskey, vodkaâŚwater.â
âVodkaâs fine,â you reply, stepping up to a worn out couch and sitting down.
âOh, are you a vodka girl?â
âIâm a âwhatever burnsâ girl, but vodka works faster on me,â you smile and Joel smirks, crossing his arms again. You swallow loudly, seeing his sexy tan forearms in the golden light of the setting sun. Fuck, you wanna touch them.
âWhy dâya need it to work fast? Doesnât seem like you need any liquid courage.â
âReally?â
Joel goes to the kitchen and in a few seconds returns with a half empty Smirnoff bottle and two shot glasses. He plops next to you on the couch with a grunt and pours out the alcohol.
You drink yours in one go and Joel follows. The vodka burns and calms you down a little. Joel clears his throat before he speaks,
âThis morning your friend was shaking like a leaf. And you⌠You were practically undressing me with your eyes, sweetheart.â
You smile and drop your gaze down to your lap.
âWell, Ronnie is a nervous guy and Iâm âŚâ
âA needy little slut?â
You shoot your eyes up at him and see a smug smile, tugging at his lips, as he awaits your reaction. You should probably feel offended or angry, but instead your core burns brighter at his degrading comment and your pussy flutters, as if proving him right.
He reads your reaction immediately.
âOh you like that, huh?â
âWhat?â
âWhen I call you a slut.â
âI donât mind,â you mumble while your mind is shutting down with every dirty word he throws at you.
âYeah, you looked like a thirsty whore this morning. And I see that nothingâs changed.â
Youâre barely breathing at this point, as waves of arousal ripple through your body, making you squirm in your seat.
âIâŚI just really like your arms.â Your gaze shamelessly slides over his body, so big and powerful.
âMy arms?â Joelâs brows shoot up and he turns his head to look at his arm, resting on the back of the couch, as if trying to understand your attraction.
âYeah,â you nod slowly, ogling the muscles straining his sleeve.
âWanna touch âem, baby?â
âYes, pleaseâ.
âSo polite. Wanna call you a good girl but we already know that you prefer âa slutâ.â
Joel chuckles and narrows his eyes, watching you for a few seconds, while youâre melting under his lustful gaze, sinking in the sticky pit of desire. Through the fog in your head you hear his voice, low but still powerful.
âHow about we skip the pleasantries then and get to the thing you came for.â
âWhatâs that?â
âIâm gonna fuck you. And let you touch my arms.â
Your breath hitches and your body tingles all over. You canât agree fast enough.
âYeah, ok.â
âDo you always say âyesâ to everything, little slut?â he smirks, playing with you like a cat with a mouse.
You try to come up with a witty response but your mind is clouded with lust so you just shake your head with probably the dumbest look ever.
âCan I use your bathroom?â You mumble and when he points you in its direction, swiftly walk there.
You close the door in the little room and check your face in the mirror. Itâs the same as every day except for your glossy eyes. You rinse your face, trying to come to your senses, look a little less horny but itâs all in vain. The desire overtook your body completely so you dry yourself and leave the room.
When you return to Joel, you find him on the couch in the same spot and in the same position. Only now heâs completely naked.
A shiver goes down your spine from a new surge of arousal, tightening your core.
You barely hear him, your mind is fully occupied by the image of this gorgeous, huge man, waiting to fuck you. Everything about him makes your pussy beat with the rhythm of your heart - his soft belly, his long, girthy, slightly curved semi hard cock, resting on his thick thigh, his broad hairy chest and muscular arms. Seeing them without the confines of the clothes completely shuts off your brain and you take a step towards him, mesmerized by his muscles, wishing to feel them already.
âTake your clothes off, baby.â
You hardly hear him, taking in every inch of his body.
âGirl! Undress. Fuckinâ hell,â Joel groans and you shake your head, waking up from a horny trance, and start discarding your clothes hastily, piece by piece while his dark gaze is set on you. You should be more graceful and seductive taking them off, but your aching pussy makes your movements rushed and determined. When youâre completely naked, except for your panties, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of the last piece of clothing, but Joel stops you.
He gets up and walks to you, his big cock in his veiny hand.
âWanna do it myself,â he mumbles and stands next to you, at your side, so close that you feel his warm breath on your cheek and breasts, his naked chest brushing against your shoulder, his manhood poking your thigh.
âPretty little thing,â he whispers, taking in your body, while his hand slides down your back, leaving chills in its wake. You raise your big eyes at him, your lips parted. âPity you get so dumb though,â he chuckles and lightly squeezes your asscheek. His hand stays there while the other one cups your breast and grazes your nipple with his calloused thumb, making it stiff. You moan and he groans.
Joelâs palm on your ass moves lower, and reaches your pussy, covered by the wet panties. He slips his finger between your asscheeks and rubs your drippping hole over the gusset. You softly whimper and he plants a light kiss on your cheek, stroking your folds over the fabric.
âSheâs been crying for me all day, huh?â he mumbles, placing his large warm hand on your belly, the other one still caressing your cunt. âPussy so needy she shut down your whole little brain. Yeah, baby?â
All you can do is nod, your senses fully focused on the way his thick fingers are rubbing your aching cunt over the underwear.
âShe must be cold, sweetheart, being in a pair of wet panties all day like that?â He coos at you.
âYeahâ, you reply, barely breathing, already feeling your orgasm build because of his light touches. âDidnât have time to change. I have a sexy pair at home.â
Joel breathes out a chuckle, âI bet you do, little slut. Would love to see âem too one day.â
The only response you can give is a mewl.
He steps in front of you, his hand leaving your pussy, and you whine. Joel tsks at you and pinches your chin with his fingers to lift your face to his.
âOh, my pretty bimbo, already cock drunk,â he laughs, locking eyes with you.
Joelâs so huge, you should probably be scared, but all you feel is a pathetic need to be completely destroyed by him.
âLights are on butâŚfuck, youâre gone,â he mocks you, looking into your hazy blown out eyes.
âListen to me,â he commands, as his fingers slightly shake your head, getting your attention. âHow do you want it? Gentle or rough, sweetheart?â
âRough,â you croak back without any hesitation.
âGood. Then do what I say and we gonna have a great time, yeah?â
âYeah.â
âGood little slut.â
Your breaths are short and fast as youâre blinking, starting at him like a mindless fuck doll. Suddenly, you gasp when he grabs the back of your thighs with his massive hands and lifts you, throwing your legs around his waist. You grab onto his broad shoulders and he carries you away from the couch and to the bedroom.
He drops you on the bed, old and stiff, but you donât care. You have no time or ability to think about anything, because as soon as youâre on your back, Joel pins you to the lumpy mattress with his heavy torso and kisses you. Heâs not asking for a kiss, heâs taking it but you willingly open your mouth, welcoming his hot tongue. A happy moan escapes your mouth, when you finally glide your palms over his huge arms. He slides your panties off and cups your pussy with his huge warm palm.
âMessy whore,â he mumbles against your mouth.
Joelâs assertive, passionate and as horny as you are, and you smile against his lips, enjoying his desire for you.
He begins peppering kisses along your jaw, your neck, leaving hickeys on his way to your breasts.
You whimper when his mouth finds your nipple and gasp when he nips at it. He licks the pain away and starts sucking on it while his hands are roaming your heated body.
You grab onto his shoulders and shift your hips under his arm. Joelâs slurping and growling, caressing your breast with his lips and tongue, but you crave more so you start grinding your wet pulsating pussy against his arm. Your movements immediately send you to the precipice of your climax. His muscles flex as you rub your clit against them, smearing your slick over his tan skin, and Joel parts from your tit for a few seconds to watch you use his arm to get yourself off.
âLook at this sloppy little pussy. Gonna need a shower after this. OrâŚ,��� he smirks and gets back to suckling your other breast.
Each motion of his muscles is helping you to come as youâre dragging your pussy up and down his heavy limb. Soon you throw your head back, dipping it into the pillow when a hard climax hits you and your cunt contracts around nothing, as euphoria is coursing through your veins, taking away the last of your clear thinking.
âThatâs itâ take it, slutâ come for me â jusâ like that,â Joel mumbles against your trembling chest but you hardly hear him, so deep in the ocean of desire, all sounds around you are muffled.
The next thing you feel is his hands grabbing your shoulders and lifting you. Joel makes you sit up and wraps his heavy hand around the back of your neck.
âLook what youâve done, messy girl.â
He nods at his arm, glistening with your cum and slick and then growls, âLick it clean.â
With a hazy smile you sit on your heels, getting comfortable. Then you take his arm between your hands and reach for it. Your tongue slides over his hot wet skin and you flutter your eyes shut, reveling in the sensations of his firm muscles under your tongue and the earthy taste of your juices.
âAttagirl,â Joel praises you and slightly squeezes the back of your neck to make you move your head lower and lap up all the mess youâve left on his skin.
When you finish, Joel lifts your head and sees you staring at his throbbing cock with empty but hungry eyes. Itâs leaking precum generously and you almost drool looking at it. You should probably be nervous to take his huge length but all you feel is feral lust.
Placing his palm under your jaw, Joel tilts your head up and searches for your eyes.
âDamn, lookinâ so dumb right now. Lucky you remember how to breathe, little whore.â
He laughs at you and grabs your face, as his fingers dig into your cheeks, making your lips pout.
You whine and he pulls you into his chest. You hug him as if afraid to float away and he gives you a few moments of rest while you are panting, snuggling into his embrace after the shuddering orgasm.
Then he lifts your chin and locks eyes with you. Your breath hitches as youâre struck by his handsome face, which leans down and he kisses you again, gently and slowly, wrapping you tighter in his embrace. Then he asks,
âWhy do you like my arms so much?â
You blink a few times, trying really hard to understand the question, drunk on his taste and the way heâs holding you, but when the meaning finally reaches your brain, you stumble over your words.
âI⌠they⌠jusâ so big. And ⌠fuck, very hot.â
You feel his broad chest shake with a quiet laugh. âReady for my cock, baby?â You nod your head with a soft mewl.
âWanna watch my arms when Iâm railing you?â
âYeah, yes, please.â
Joel hums and gets up before manhandling you off the bed and leading you to a wardrobe. Heâs holding you under your arms, noticing that your weak legs are barely able to move, still tingling after your orgasm. He places you like a fuck doll in front the wardrobe door with a mirror and stands behind you. Heâs so big and broad that you can see his shoulders and arms perfectly in the reflection. Your gaze glides over your own naked body, and you notice a path of hickeys along your neck and breasts and your core ignites again at the sight of his passion. Then you look at Joel, his eyes are obsidian, the expression is carnal and hungry, and you moan, feeling his cock slap your lower back.
His gaze drops down before he pushes your legs aside with his knee, his thick fingers dig into your hips and he pulls your ass, making you stick it out. Trying to steady yourself, you brace your hands on the mirror in front of you, but he grumbles,
âNot the mirror, stupid. Youâll break it, cut yourself.â
You swiftly move your hands further apart onto the wooden surface.
âSexy but so dumb,â he mumbles as his eyes return to your ass and his cock. You watch his face, serious and concentrated, and sense his tip prod your sopping hole.
âFuck,â he curses and pushes his cock deeper, slightly bending his knees to insert it into your tight pussy easier.
You push your ass out more for him, already whimpering like a whore, as you feel your walls slowly part to accommodate his stiff cock. It stings but you welcome the sensation of his manhood spreading your pussy until he bottoms out and you both moan at the sensation.
âAhhâ she feels amazing, baby,â he grunts and you smile dumbly at his reflection in the mirror.
âSuch a sloppy cunt,â he murmurs, starting to plunge his length in and out of you with a fast rhythm, âoh, yeah â yeah â yeahâ.â
His fat cock is massaging your walls deliciously, kissing your cervix with every deep thrust and you mewl with pleasure and scratch the wooden surface of the wardrobe with your nails.
âNaughty kitten. Tess will kill you if you leave marks on her furniture,â Joel chuckles through heavy panting, squeezing your hips and watching your cunt swallow his glistening cock.
âWhoâs Tess?â You ask, not really giving a fuck and he doesnât reply.
Instead he grants you your biggest wish - he pulls you flush to his chest and wraps his arms around your torso from behind. Your hands immediately fly to grab onto his strong limbs. Joelâs right arm is under your breasts, slightly pushing them up. The other one is keeping you in place, pressed to your chest, between your tits, his giant hand on your throat. His thick fingers curl around your neck but he doesnât squeeze it, just holds you close against his broad torso.
The sensation and the vision of his powerful muscular arms bonding you to him like that, make your pussy contract and Joel growls in your ear, his breath hot and wet,
âSqueezing me already? Fuck, youâre easy.â
You whine and Joel nibbles on your ear lobe and rasps,
âHold tight, baby, itâs gonna be a wild ride.â
As soon as the words reach your ear, he begins rolling his hips and dragging his cock in and out of your tight pussy, hard and fast.
You grab onto his bulging muscles better, and as heâs increasing the pace, youâre scratching him with your nails, leaving white marks on his golden skin and whimpering.
âYeah, take it, dumb little whore. Gonna fuck the last of your brain out of your pretty head.â
Your breasts bounce while heâs fucking you and you bite your puffy lips, trying to muffle your moans, but Joel commands against yout ear,
âWant you to be loud, baby. Câmon. Let them all hear how good im fuckinâ ya.â
You would do anything he told you this moment so your lips part and you let your pleasured noises out, as they mix with the sound of skin rhythmically slapping against skin and his animalistic groans.
Reveling in the sensation of Joel, pounding your crying cunt, you let your hands wander all over his forearms and shoulders, squeezing and scratching them slightly, wishing to memorize the feeling of their strength under your hungry touch. Your vision is shaking with every mighty thrust of his hips but youâre watching the reflection of you two closely, drowning in the image of this tall broad man using you like a mindless fuck doll, caging you in his powerful arms and tears well up in your eyes at how amazing it feels. Your mind and body are focused on this pleasure, suffering and worries of the reality are gone and the drops of pure happiness spill and fall on his arms.
Joel notices you crying and stops fucking you, swiftly pulling out and turning you around.
âWhat is it, baby? Did I hurt ya?â
His dark eyes, a second ago filled with carnal desire now worried and concerned, dart all over your face and body, searching for the reason of your tears.
You grab onto him and shake your head,
âNo, no, iâm fine â feels so good - you feel so good, Joel.â
âFuckinâ hell, sweetheart,â he breathes out, pulling you into his bear hug and rubbing your back with his warm hands.
âPlease keep fucking me,â you mumble against his hairy chest and he barks a laugh before throwing you back on the bed, making you squeal with excitement.
Joel lies down and manhandles you to straddle him.
âSit on my cock, little slut,â he commands, eyes darting between yours, reading your reaction.
âYes, yes,â you mumble, wrapping your hand around his hot hard cock and lifting your hips, hovering over it. You donât make him wait and immediately sink down on his weeping manhood, as your mouth falls open and your head tilts back.
Joelâs hands are holding your hips when you start riding him, and then snake up to your breasts to knead them, pinch and twist your pebbled nipples.
You run your fingers over his forearms from the elbows to his wrists and grab his hand, intertwining your fingers. Not pausing your lustful dance on his cock, you gently kiss his palm, his hand, then your lips glide down, leaving open mouth kisses over his wrist, the underside of his forearm and his elbow, darting your tongue out and tasting his salty skin. You lean forward, your nipples brushing his chest, and kiss his biceps, using your tongue, and Joel moans, watching you practically make out with his arm.
âFuck, youâre hot, baby,â he groans while youâre lapping at his skin with your eyes shut. Youâre softly whimpering at the sensation of his body, big and strong under you, his cock caressing your walls, making your pussy flutter around it, pushing you closer and closer to your second climax.
âShit,â Joel curses, pulls your head off his arm and kisses you, while hugging your torso with his python-like grip. Heâs holding you tight and you whine, not being able to move your hips and chase your orgasm. Sensing your impatience, Joel plants his feet on the bed and begins jackhammering his fat cock into your slicked up pussy, giving it to you rough and fast, not sparing your little hole.
Youâre moaning against his scruffy cheek, your body shaking with his feral thrusts but Joelâs iron hold is keeping you in place.
âUsinâ you like a fuck doll youâre, yeah? Brainless little slut. Made just to make my cock happy. Perfect for me.â
His filthy words, leaving his mouth through gritted teeth, are barely audible because of the loud slapping of his body against yours and the squeaking of the old bed.
âJoellllâŚ,â you moan, and after a few more thrusts explode on his thumping cock, caged by his strong arms, sobbing with heavenly pleasure flooding every inch of your body.
âHngggâshitâcan I come inside?â You hear a gruff roar in your ear and with Joel fucking your brains out right this moment, you breathe out, âyeah, oh, yeah.â You crave to be full of him, drip him for days after, getting turned on just from the memory of him. As soon as you agree, Joel starts spurting his hot cum into your pulsating cunt, filling you up, emptying his balls into you.
Youâre lying still, nuzzling his neck and taking everything heâs giving you, milking his cock to the last drop with your contracting walls.
Gradually intense ecstasy morphs into a pleasant satisfaction and you both bask in the afterglow of your orgasms. You feel almost high on endorphins, not used to such an amount of happiness in your veins, in your life.
Joel softens his embrace but still holds you, letting you rest and you almost doze off, lulled by his warm chest rocking you up and down like a giant wave.
âDonât sleep yet, ya need to take a pill,â he gently shakes you, sleep heavy in his own voice.
âOh, yeahâŚfuck, you came inside,â you murmur, blinking at him, as your mind fog slowly clears up.
âI have a Plan B, donât worry.â
He moves you off him and lays you down on the bed, then gets up, making the bed squeak.
You canât move your limbs even if you tried to so youâre lying there, feeling his warmth between your legs, kisses of the afterglow all over your heated skin and smile lazily when he returns to the bed with a glass of water.
âLook at you, as cock dumb as they get, huh?â
He plops down next to you and hands you the pill.
You sit up with a tired smile, swallow the pill and chase it with a few sips of water.
âGood girl,â Joel takes the glass from you and shakes his head when you murmur that you need to go.
âNo way. Sleep here. They'll hang your ass if they catch you out and about at this hour.â
You turn your head to the window, just noticing that itâs completely dark outside, only the street lamps illuminate the room with a yellow light.
âAww, you care about me, Joel? Donât fall in love,â you giggle but your heart flutters as you look up at the man, so handsome and huge, looming over you.
âIâll try,â he deadpans and shakes his hand, motioning you to scooch.
You shift to the other side of the bed and he lies down on his back with a grunt. Youâre still sitting up, shamelessly admiring his naked body.
âQuit starinâ,â he mumbles with eyes closed and pulls you down onto his chest.
Youâre lying on his shoulder for a few moments and then whisper,
âCan you big spoon me?â
âJesusâŚ,â he sighs but turns on his side, scooping you in his embrace and you smile, closing your eyes as your hands gravitate to his arms, heavy and secure around you. You press your back into his warm chest and fall into a deep and peaceful sleep.
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Do you think you could write Sukuna spoiling his concubine?
Your wish is my command, but let me add a bit of spice đ
18 +MDNI
â Toxic/Possessive Sukuna, fingering, oral (fem receiving), cunnilingus, mentions of double p, and mentions of childbearing. â
The night air in the palace is thick with tension. The queen and other concubines whisper bitterly amongst themselves, their eyes often narrowing with jealousy when you pass by. Yet, none of that matters. Not when you feel Sukunaâs gaze, sharp as a blade, following your every move. Itâs a gaze that sends shivers down your spine, a gaze that makes you feel both vulnerable and utterly desired.
Sukuna Ryomen has had countless concubines, each more beautiful than the last, but thereâs something about you thatâs different. Something he canât quite place but knows he canât resist. Youâve become his favorite, a position that comes with both perks and perils. He admires the way you carry yourselfâgraceful yet strong, submissive yet possessing a quiet defiance that intrigues him. The softness of your skin, the curve of your lips, the way you react to his every touchâall of it drives him mad with desire. He likes that you arenât like the others, who cower and bend to his will without question. You challenge him in your subtle way, and that only makes him want you more.
Youâve seen how the others envy you, their eyes dark with jealousy whenever Sukuna pulls you close or lavishes his attention on you. They hate how he spoils you, how he indulges your every whim. But what they donât understand is that Sukunaâs affection is as dangerous as it is intoxicating. He doesnât love you in the conventional senseâhe doesnât know how to. But in his twisted way, he is utterly and possessively yours.
Sukuna shows his affection through acts that blur the line between dominance and devotion. When youâre alone with him, away from the prying eyes of the court, heâs different. Heâs still the cruel, unpredictable King of Curses, but with you, thereâs a softness in his touch, an almost tender care in the way he handles you. He likes to watch you to see how you react to his presence, and itâs during these moments that heâll reach out, pulling you to him with an unbreakable strength.
One night, after a particularly heated day of courtly duties, Sukuna summons you to his private chambers. The air is thick with the scent of incense, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. As you enter, you find him seated on his throne, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he beckons you closer. Without a word, you approach, and he pulls you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around you in a way thatâs both protective and possessive.
His chest is solid against your back, his breath warm on your neck as he leans in, inhaling the scent of your hair. âYou know you drive them mad,â he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. âAll of them wish they could take your place.â
You can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles flex beneath your touch. He likes that theyâre jealous. He likes that it only solidifies your place by his side. His hand moves to your chin, tilting your head back so that your eyes meet his. Thereâs a darkness in his gaze, a hunger that never seems to be fully sated, no matter how often he has you.
Slowly, Sukuna lowers his head, his lips capturing yours in a kiss thatâs both demanding and possessive. His mouth is hot against yours, his kiss searing, as if heâs trying to brand you as his own. His other hand slides to the small of your back, pressing you closer to him, as if he canât get enough of you. The kiss deepens, and for a moment, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in this moment of heated passion.
When he finally pulls away, youâre left breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. Sukunaâs eyes are half-lidded, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he takes in the sight of you. âYou belong to me,â he says, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. âDonât ever forget that.â
In the days that follow, Sukuna continues to spoil you, giving you everything you could ever want or need. Whether itâs the finest silks, rare jewels, or simply his time, he gives it all to you without hesitation. He enjoys seeing the others fume, their jealousy only fueling his desire to spoil you even more. But he also knows when to give in to you, when to let you have your way. It's a dangerous game you play with him, one that both excites and terrifies you.
A joyous day it was when your birthday came along. Not only did you have the king all to yourself, but the servants and the men of his court found it to be a day they didn't have to worry about losing their heads. Sukuna had you sitting on top of your desk where you read and wrote on. His lower hands came to rest on either side of your hips, gripping them with intimidating strength that anchored you in place. His upper hands cupped your face, his touch surprisingly gentle given the power that lurked beneath his skin. His thumbs brushed along your jawline, tilting your head slightly upward, forcing you to meet his gaze.
His lips hovered just above yours for a moment, the anticipation thick in the air. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, the scent of him intoxicating. And then, without warning, he closed the gap, his mouth crashing onto yours with a hunger that left no room for hesitation.
The kiss was anything but softâit was demanding, all-consuming, as if Sukuna was intent on claiming every part of you with just his lips. His tongue slid past your parted lips, exploring your mouth with a fierce possessiveness that made your heart race. He tasted of something dark and forbidden, a flavor that was uniquely his, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through you.
As his upper hands held your face in place, his lower hands tightened their grip on your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk until there was no space left between you. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, seeking to bring him even closer, though the solid weight of his body had already pressed you firmly against the desk.
Sukunaâs kiss deepened, growing more intense with every passing second. His tongue moved with a skill that left you breathless, a mix of rough and smooth alternating between coaxing and commanding. The sheer power of his kiss made it feel like he was drawing the very breath from your lungs, leaving you lightheaded and completely at his mercy.
His upper hands slid from your face, one tangling in your hair, gripping it just tight enough to send a delicious thrill of pain down your spine, while the other trailed down the side of your neck, his fingers tracing the pulse that raced beneath your skin. His touch was a reminder of the control he held over you, a control that you both knew you could never escape. The moment you pulled away to breathe in the air was the time he took to ask you,
"Tell me what you desire. It shall be yours."
"I'm not sure I know what more I could want?"
"Perhaps more jewels, dresses, a pet to keep you company when I'm away from court, or maybe," he leaned towards your ear, his hot breath grazing your skin as he whispered, "You need me to pound my cock in those spoiled holes of yours for the rest of the day as a gift, hmm?"
"Those do sound like great gifts, but something crossed my mind this afternoon. I wonder..." her eyes shifted to him, "what would it be like to have a king on his knees and in between my legs?"
Heâd smirk respond with a smirk, his crimson eyes narrowing as he leaned in closer, his voice dripping with a mix of arrogance and desire.
âOh? Is that what you want, my little temptress?â heâd purr, one of his hands trailing along your thigh. You sheepishly grin as you turn your head. You knew he would end up doing it. Not because he felt like he had to. Oh, no â he was doing it because he found your boldness amusing as always.
When Sukuna Ryomen decided to indulge his favorite concubine, he did so with the same intensity and dominance that defined everything else he did.
Sukuna wasnât one to rush, especially not when it came to you. He would begin by having you stripped bare before him, taking his time to admire your body with an appreciative gaze. His eyes would linger on every curve, every mark that he had left on you in moments of passion. It was ecstasy to his eyes.
With you sitting before him, Sukuna would lower himself, his breath ghosting over your skin, teasing and taunting you with the anticipation of what was to come. His hands, large and powerful, would grip your thighs, spreading them wide, ensuring that you were completely exposed to him.
"Look at this beauty." You shivered at his fingers that grazed over your exposed cunt.
"Don't tease me, my king."
"So impatient. We'll have to work on that one of these days."
When his mouth finally descended, he would start slowly, dragging his tongue languidly along your most sensitive bud, testing your reactions, savoring every shiver, and gasp that escaped your lips. Sukuna was a master at knowing exactly how to drive you wild, alternating between feather-light touches and deeper, more insistent strokes that sent waves of pleasure coursing through you. One hand brushed through his hair as you slowly felt a knot in your stomach tie itself up.
He would pull you closer, his grip tightening as he buried his face deeper between your legs, his tongue flicking and swirling with an almost torturous precision. The sensation of his mouth on you, combined with the raw, primal hunger he exuded, would be overwhelming. His teeth would graze against your skin, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to send a jolt of sensation through your body, a reminder that he could be both your pleasure and your pain.
Sukunaâs lips sucking with a deliberate slowness that built the tension within you to unbearable heights. Heâd revel in the way your body responded to him, your back arching off the bed, your hands grasping desperately at anything within reach. Heâd chuckle darkly at your helplessness, his voice vibrating against you, adding another layer of stimulation that pushed you closer to the edge.
As he continued, Sukunaâs fingers found their way inside of you, pumping in and out. They would delve deeper, exploring every inch of you with a fervor that spoke of his insatiable desire to consume you entirely. The rhythm would shift between slow, torturous strokes to quick, relentless flicks that had you teetering on the brink of release. He chuckled as he admired your heat. Your flesh was gripping down on him tightly, not wanting to let him go for even a moment.
"Haa...I can never forget how tight you get when I tease you. Look at these juices you're producing. I wonder if you'll make even more if I reach deeper."
"My...king, you, ahhâshouldn't say such lewd words."
"My words can't compare to your shameless moans. It's almost like you want everyone in the palace to hear you."
And when he sensed you were close, Sukuna would pull back, just enough to leave you aching for more, to remind you who was in control. âDo you want to come?â heâd ask, his voice husky, his breath hot against your soaked skin.
"Y-yes, please, my king. May-I?."
"Don't hold back then. Be a good girl and come for your king."
The climax he would wrench from you would be nothing short of earth-shattering. Your body would arch and quiver beneath the relentless onslaught of Sukunaâs expert touch, his mouth working you over with a ferocity that left you utterly undone. Every flick of his tongue, every graze of his teeth, would push you closer to the brink until all coherent thought dissolved into a pure, raw sensation. Your hands would clutch desperately at his head, fingers curling as you tried to ground yourself, but it would be futile against the overwhelming wave of pleasure crashing through you. Sukuna would take his time, savoring each tremor that coursed through your body, his dark, satisfied chuckle the only sound that cut through your final moan as your cunt finally caved, leaving your legs shaking and you whimpering.
You laid your back against the wood of the table, grazing your hand over your neck just to make sure you were still alive. Your eyes flickered to Sukuna when you found your legs being forced to open wider than before. You could feel something hard, something angry and desperate rubbing against your abused clit. His cock was staring straight at you, pent up from being ignored till now.
"I think I can offer you a gift far more precious than the last." His nails lightly grazed your stomach, a predatory smirk tugging at his lips. "Iâll let you bear my seedâcarry the heir of a king. Consider it the highest honor youâll ever receive on this glorious day."
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Sweaty Sessions
We all saw the gym pic Alexia put in her insta post, so of course I had to do a story of her in the gym.
@copper-16 I hope you enjoy the hip thrusts! 𤤠@codiemarin thank you for jumping in and giving me a detailed picture to write 𼾠đŚ and @lucyandalexiafan thank you for always helping me with everything I write! â¤ď¸ Sorry if it feels a little rushed.
Warning - smut 18 plus, strap, restraints, fingering,
Barcelonaâs sun was extra hot today, you could feel the sweat dripping down your back as you rounded the corner to your house. You let out a puff of air as you dropped your keys in the bowl next to the front door. You caught a quick glimpse of yourself in the mirror after your run, your face was sweaty, your cheeks were red and your baby hair was starting to curl. The built-in AC was a welcome on your damp skin.
âAle, Iâm home.â You called out, but got no response.Â
You walked into the back of the house, knowing your girlfriend would be in her favourite room.Â
You took your headphones out as you approached the door to your shared home gym. You could hear the familiar sounds of her heavy panting before you had even turnt the corner. You couldn't ignore the way it made your pussy flutter.
You spotted your girlfriend in the middle of her daily work out. You had seen the sight before, more times then you could count, but that didn't mean it ever got old, the view of Alexia working out never got old. In all honesty the mouth watering sight alone could get you wet if you watched her long enough, especially when the only items she wore were a sports bra and red gym shorts.
You slowly sneaked into the kitted out gym room, the heat in the room hit you straight away, it felt like a sauna. It was the only room where the AC wasnât working, the repair guy was coming next week to fix it.Â
The blonde was in the middle of her hip thrusts, she hadn't noticed you come in, she had her headphones on, and her eyes closed as she concentrated on the heavy weight bearing on her hips, her deep breathing went in time with her motion. Your eyes greedily roamed her sweaty body, as her abs flexed with her movements.
You shook your head at the girl, only Alexia would work in a hot box for a room, the girl never missed her workouts for anything.
The music in her ears suddenly stopped. Her hazel eyes opened in confusion, a cute frown knitted between her eyebrows until she saw you. She gave you a quick smile, clearly still in the zone of her workout.Â
You eyed the plates on the metal bar, the weight combined was heavier than you, a stark reminder of the kind of power the girl possessed. Though you were reminded most nights when she had her way with you. Just the other night the blonde had you pinned to the wall, her strong arms held you up as she fucked you so effortlessly with her strap.
You smiled back at her, your mind was already filled with filthy thoughts, but you couldn't help it, not when she moved her hips the way she did. Her hips thrusted hard, as she pushed the heavy bar in the air, you felt your pussy squeeze as you watched her muscles flex again and again, her sweaty skin looked incredibly edible.
You flinched as she dropped the weight, the heavy clanking of the metal brought you back from your dirty day dream.
âHola, baby. How was your run?â She breathed.
âIt was good, thank you. How's your training going? Are you finished?â You asked with hope in your voice but you already knew the answer.
âNo, Iâm half way.â She chuckled.
You pouted as you stood over her. You rolled the bar down her legs, she eyed you as she took a drink from her bottle, the blonde could already read your mind. You lowered yourself on top of her hips, in a squat-like position.Â
âI bet you canât do a hit with me on top.â
She wiped her wet lips as she smiled at your attempt to goad her.
âAt least try and give me a challenge when trying to distract me, amor. Come, let me finish. Iâll be done soon.âÂ
She patted your leg to move, You pouted again, giving her your best puppy eyes, she playfully rolled her own, smiling at your sulky face.
âThree thrust, then I train, okay?âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
Her warm hands grabbed your bare sides as she easily raised you off the floor with her movements, you felt your cunt flutter as her hard abs pressed into your core, just slightly giving you a little bit of friction, But she didn't stick to her own words as she thrusted again, and again, her hands squeezed your skin, holding you in place.Â
You could tell she was counting, she had clearly made a bet in her own head to get to a certain number, the competitiveness never stopped with this girl, even if it was with herself. You couldnât hold back the giggles as she smiled at you. You held on to her shoulders as she pushed into you, easily lifting you up and down, her fingers flexed around your skin, making your stomach flutter.
A small gasp escaped your lips at a particularly hard thrust from the girl below. You bit your lip as your clit pressed just perfectly against her firm body, your hips naturally moved against her, wanting more friction.
She felt you move, she heard the gasp, a knowing smirk crept on her perfect face. You could feel yourself getting wet, the movement was sexual, there was no two ways about it. You had been in this very position only this morning, when Alexia decided she wanted you to ride her fingers.Â
But once again your filthy thoughts were interrupted.
â20. Done. Now let me train.â
âMake it 30.âÂ
She chuckled. âNo amor, let me finish, then you can have me.â
You tried to do your best pout again even adding a small roll of your hips, hoping the move would persuade her.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she felt you, the fingers on your sides tightly squeezing again. You took that opportunity to lean into her hot body, your lips traced her sweaty neck, you could taste the salt from her sweat on your lips. You dragged your tongue just below her ear, smiling when she made a small gasp of her own. You captured her ear gently between your teeth, giving her another sinful roll of your hips.
âPlease baby. I want you.â You purred.
Her hips jolted up, you couldn't help but feel slightly proud of yourself as her normally strong resolve started to break. But just as you thought you had won you were being lifted into the air. Your face was met with Alexias back as she easily flung you over her shoulder, like some kind of cave woman.
âAle!â
Moments later you were set back on your feet, standing next to the pull up station. The next couple of seconds were a blur. Her movements were quick, one minute you were dry humping your girlfriend, the next your arms were being pulled behind your back and were being tied up by the rubber bands that were attached to the bars above.
You felt the rubber around your wrist, you tried to pull at it but it was no use. You shouldn't have been too surprised that the girl was able to tie you up so effortlessly, she loved having you tied up in your sexual activities, she could make restraints out of almost anything, but you had never thought your resistance bands would be used on you.Â
She smirked as she pulled the bands, making sure you couldn't escape. A harsh tug brought you closer to her face. Her lips ghosted your own.
âAs you canât be good and keep your hands to yourself, you can wait.â She smirked as she pressed her lips onto yours.Â
Your mouth gaped open in disbelief, she gave your arse cheek a hard slap before she walked back to the equipment.Â
âNo, Ale please! Iâll be good.â You cried out.
But it was no use, her face was already back in focus mode. You groaned as you watched Alexia completely ignore your presence and settle back into her hip thrust position, your complaints falling on deaf ears.Â
So you stood there. Staring at your girlfriend as she thrusted the heavy bar in the air. You tugged at the band once again, trying to free yourself but it was hopeless. You would just have to wait and watch, but at least the view was a good one.
Alexia was in the zone, she concentrated on her work out, finally finishing her remaining reps. As she stood you noticed her arms looked extra hard, you weren't sure if she was tensing or the girl had just gained more mass. But you were going to be a brat about it.
âAre you really going to leave me like this? Make me watch your work out? As if I'm impressed?â
She laughed out loud, wiping her sweaty forehead, but she didnât respond. She picked up some more plates from the rack. She held the weight near her core, and pushed it on the bar in the most sexual manner, her eyes watching you as she did.Â
You rolled your eyes and looked away, but only for a second, you weren't about to let your pride get in the way of watching your girlfriend be a cocky dick, it was frankly the hottest thing on earth, but you weren't going to tell her that and let her ego grow even more.
Once she was finished with her peacocking, she moved to lay on the bench, lifting the bar with an eye watering amount of weights attached, but of course she only made it look easy.Â
You felt no better than a man as you watched the blonde working out, I mean, she was your girlfriend, you were allowed to watch, you were being made to watch, but you wanted to touch her, especially when she started to make those stupidly sexy grunting noises.Â
The grunts she let out was the same grunts you heard in your ear many a night, the same delicious groans that dripped from her mouth when she held you down and fucked you until she came on the base of her strap, grunting while she was deep inside you.
You caught your lip between your teeth, the heat between your legs was rising, your mind was clouded with images of Alexia, thinking about all the ways she would fuck you, use you, make you scream untill your voice was hoarse. The sound of a loud groan made your eyes flutter and your knees weak.Â
Alexia finished her reps with the chest press and moved over to the weights on the stand, not once did she look at you. She took out a 20kg kettlebell and began her kettlebell swings. It was no secret that the girl was fit, she did two workouts a day, everyday, plus training, plus running and everything else in between, but she still impressed you every time you watched her, the girl was a beast.Â
The blonde had almost forgotten you were there. She was mid lift when she caught you watching her in the floor length mirror. A coy smirk creeped on her lips at the angry yet horny look that sat on your face. She loved the fact that you were watching her, even if you had no choice in the matter. Though she knew you were enjoying the view, she just wanted to have a little fun with it.
She panted hard as she got to the last set, her cheeks hollowed out and her sweaty chest rose in time of her breathing, her goddess-like body was something of dreams.
You could really feel the heat between your legs now, a dull ache throbbing your core, you had never been so turned on and frustrated at the same time. Your thighs began to clench as you watched your very fit but very annoying girlfriend work out in front of you. you couldn't ignore the ache in your cunt anymore
âYouâre loving this aren't you?â You raised your eyebrow at the blonde.
She chuckled as she returned the weight on the rack. She took another sip from her bottle before facing you.
âSĂ. I am. You should have been patient, baby.âÂ
You rolled your eyes. The girl could be such a fucking tease.
She walked towards you with a cocky smirk on her face.Â
âAh don't be like that, amor. I know you enjoyed the view.âÂ
âWould be better if I was allowedâŚâ
Your sentence died in your throat. The blonde turned her back to you, you thought she was done with the conversation but you watched as she slowly started to stretch. Right in front of you. She bent straight over, touching her toes with ease. Her arse strained against the tiny shorts, giving you a perfect view of one of your favourite body parts. She was clearly trying to kill you.Â
âAlexiaaaa. Please. This isn't fair.â You cried out.
She laughed loudly as she straightened herself up. Your eyes roamed her wet, muscular body, she was covered in a sheen of sweat, even her top lip was wet.Â
You didn't know why but it was something that turned you on to no end. Seeing Alexia like this, all worked up, hot and sweaty made you clit throb. Maybe because it was a similar sight to when she fucked you.
âYou can wait a little more.â She pulled the rubber band once more, making you jolt.
Before you could reply she was walking out of the gym.
âAle! Where are you going? You can't just leave me!â
She ignored your calls once again. You huffed in annoyance, pulling at the arm band one more, but the tight rubber only pulled on your skin. The room was unbearably hot, your patience was wearing thin, especially as it was at least 5 minutes before she came back.Â
âAle, what the fuck you c-canât âŚâ Your words stuttered on the tip of your tongue.
Alexia stood at the gym door wearing nothing but her favourite strap. The big strap.
âWhat was that sweetheart?â
You gaped at her, your mouth was suddenly dry. The sheer cockyness that dripped from the gril was spinning your head. The look she gave you was predatory, she stalked slowly over to you, you suddenly felt like a lamb who was about to be devoured by the lion
âHmm? You seemed so impatient. I think you need somethingâŚ. Big. Donât you think?âÂ
âN-no. I jus- ahhh.â
Your head was suddenly yanked back, Alexia had a vise-like grip of your hair, making you cry out.
âGet on your knees.âÂ
You knelt to your knees, while Alexia kept her grip on you.
âOpen your mouth.â
And like the good girl you were, you opened your mouth. She slid her dick in gently, but it didnât stop you from gagging as it got halfway. You didnât normally use this strap for oral, it was too big, but clearly Alexia wanted to prove a point with your lack of patience.
âGo slow.âÂ
You did go slow, but the tears sprung to your eyes just as quickly. She slowly pressed her hips to your face, the pressure on your throat was a lot, but it only built the pressure between your legs.Â
âKeep going, you can take it.â
Your eyes closed as the tears ran down your cheeks. Her hand in your hair guiding you until your nose pressed against her firm stomach.
âThat's it, your mouth is better when it's used for this, no?â She smiled down at you.
You opened your eyes, looking at the goddess above you. She wiped your tears with her free hand, it was a soft getsure considering her bravado was out in full swing. She cupped your chin as she pulled back, then slowly back in. The pace was slow but the spit in your mouth gathered fast, as the thick strap filled your throat.Â
You stayed on your knees for a couple more minutes as Alexia fucked your throat with the biggest strap you owned. You kept your throat as relaxed as you could, as she watched you take her, her own cunt throbbing.
âGet up.â Alexia snapped. She gently pulled the strap out of your mouth.
You didn't have a chance to move before she easily picked you up to your feet. Her sheer strength showing itself again.Â
She roughly turned you around, pulling your back against her chest. You let out a gasp as her teeth sunk into your shoulder.
âYouâve become very impatient, baby. Have you lost all your manners?âÂ
Her mouth started to suck where she bit you, her strap pressing into you as you let out a groan. She had a tight hold of your wrist behind your back, you couldnât move with the grip she had on you.Â
Another yelp escaped your mouth as her hand pulled at your hair.Â
âHmm?âÂ
âNo. I-I just want you.â Â
You felt her full lips smile against your skin as she gave you a gentle kiss.Â
âBut you were acting like a brat, I do not reward brats.â
âIâm sorryyyy.â
Another bite, another mark.Â
âLetâs see what a spoilt little brat looks like while she gets fucked.âÂ
Before you could ask what she meant you were being pushed as close as she could get you to the floor length mirror. You were now only an arm length away from your reflection. You suddenly realised what she meant as you watched a sadistic smile creep on her face behind you.Â
Her hands started pulling at your own shorts, roughly yanking them down to your ankles, bringing your underwear with it. Leaving your top half only in your sports bra.Â
âWhereâs all that talk now, baby?â
You jumped when you felt her fingers slide against your wet lips.Â
She scoffed when she felt how wet you were. âYou clearly enjoyed watching me. So messy, amor.â She purred in your ear. âYou enjoy watching me donât you?â
You nodded, your eyes closed as you saw yourself in the mirror, not able to escape the way you melted into her hot body.Â
âOpen your eyes.âÂ
You did what she said, you weren't about to be a brat with that tone. You saw yourself half naked in the mirror. Alexia was holding your wrist behind your back, as if you would try to escape. Her hazel eyes were on yours, watching you like you were the most beautiful creature in the world.
Two long fingers slid between your lips and circled your throbbing clit. You let out a quiet gasp, your eyes closed as she touched you with light but perfect touches. But your hair was being pulled once more.
âClose your eyes again and Iâll stop.â She whispered harshly in your ear.
âIâm sorry.â You whispered as her fingers gathered your wetness.
âYou will be.â Her teeth sunk into your neck as those long fingers easily entered your cunt.
You let out a loud gasp, Alexia had thick fingers, the strength of them alone was sometimes harder to take than a strap.Â
âSo tight.â She hissed, her breath tickling your hot neck.Â
But before you could enjoy her fingers for much longer she removed them, her hand was on your neck, pushing you forward and her fingers sunk into your core from the back. Your face was inches from the mirror, your reflection clear as day.
âFuck.âÂ
The new angle was tighter, but felt so much better. Her fingers in your cunt pushed in and out slowly, knowing exactly how to pull the cute noises she loved so much. Her talented fingers stroked your walls with perfect precision, you could feel yourself becoming wetter, you could even hear yourself getting wetter against her movements.Â
But as soon as she got into a rhythm her fingers were gone, again. You were about to complain and ask why she had stopped, but you were silenced when you felt the head of her strap pushing against your lips.Â
âAle, please.â
âDo you think you have any say right now?â She chuckled deeply behind you.Â
That same tone came out to play, it was the tone that you should know better than to open your mouth with. Your skin was hot, but the shivers that creeped on your skin would argue that fact, her stern voice had visibly affected you, and Alexia didn't miss it. Her free hand pushed on your shoulder, bending you right over, until your back was flat. Her fingers traced down your back, catching the dampness of your skin.
âKeep it straight.âÂ
That same tone came out to play, it was the tone that you should know better than to open your mouth with. If it wasnât for the position you were in you might have been bold and shot back a sarcastic jab of your own. And maybe it was the frustration of having been tied up for over 20 minutes or the thick heat from the room that made your brain short circuit and fry, because you in fact did reply with a sarcastic jab.
âI've had to wait this long, now I have to bend over? I hope it's worth it.â You whispered, loud enough for her to hear.
You saw Alexia's face harden in the mirror, the grip she had on your wrist tightened as the head of her strap began to push into your core. You gritted your teeth as the plastic began to stretch you out, a loud groan escaped your throat, feeling the strap sliding inside of you. Even though she had her fingers in you just moments before the tight stretch was still there. Â
You felt every inch of the strap, no matter how slow she went, the pressure of it made you hold your breath. She was slow as she pressed in, but even with gentle movements the girth took your breath away with the sheer size of it. You felt full.
Finally, you felt the sticky skin of her thighs pressing against yours, as she bottomed out in you, but before you could allow your body to get used to the fullness of her strap, she began to ease out of you. Normally the Spaniad would allow you to get used to the feeling of her inside, she would let you take her inch by inch and get used to the thickness. But you had quite frankly pissed her off with your little comment. You whimpered as her hips began dragging the strap against your tight walls, pulling herself completely out. The tip of her dick now kissed at your lips.Â
It was when her hand gripped tightly on your shoulder you knew your cocky attitude was about to be fucked right out of you.
You were expecting it but you also wasn't. With one quick thrust of her hips she was back inside you. The next sound that escaped your mouth was indescribable, it was loud, it was dirty, it was completely pornagraphic, and it was music to Alexia's ears. Her pace was fast as soon as she started. Your mouth gaped open as she rocked her hips into you, causing your whole body to move from each strong thrust. Your legs were holding you up but it was the grip that she had on your shoulder that stopped you from falling over.Â
Each quick thrust pushed a loud whimper from you, her pace was vicious. Your head fell forward, not able to keep it up from her brutal pace.Â
âUh ah. Head up, I want you to see how brats get fucked.â
Alexiaâs hand gripped onto the ends of your hair, jerking your head up, causing you to let out a long pathetic whine. You felt your core tighten as you were met with the most animalistic scene in front of you. It was a mass of sweaty bodies, Alexia's toned figure rutted hard against you, the filthy sounds of skin slapping against the other bounced off the walls as her thighs slapped against yours.Â
Your sweaty wrist rubbed against the rubber bound behind your back while she had you bent over, very much enjoying the view of her strap sliding in and out of your cunt. The smile on Alexia's face was dirty, it made your core tighten around her strap, you were at Alexiaâs complete mercy and fuck, did it feel good.
The hot air in the room suddenly felt thicker as the oxygen from your lungs were forced out of you. The strength in her thrusts were almost painful, but Alexia knew you could take it, she knew your body and mind, she knew you would stop her if you had to, but there was no thought in your mind of uttering anything of the sort.Â
The moisture from your breath started to steam up the reflective glass in front of you, as you let out small whimpers. You knew it was self indulgent but you didnât hate catching glances of yourself being fucked, the sight before you was sinful, especially when you had someone like Alexia to watch.
âFuck, you feel so good.â You cried out.
You could feel your orgasm building, your legs and stomach muscles started to ache from the obscene position you were in, you weren't sure how long you would last like this, but you had a feeling Alexia wouldnât care. You knew you would have pissed her off with your comment, and thatâs exactly what you wanted, a pissed off Alexia.
Alexiaâs mouth hung open as she felt her clit rubbing perfectly against the base of her strap, she started to pick up her pace chasing her own orgasm. The change of pace sent a wave of pleasure through your body, your cunt throbbed from the relentless thrusts of the girl behind you.Â
âYes, yes, donât stop.â You breathed out.
Alexia bit her lip as she felt her pleasure building, the sounds of your moaning made her head dizzy with power. She picked up to a piston whip speed. Your mouth fell open as your body was forced to take Alexiaâs new pace, you weren't even able to make any sounds from the sheer force of her hips. You felt your climax prickerling your body, the hot sweat that sat on your skin suddenly felt cold as the starts of your orgasm creeped through.Â
The grip on your shoulder tightened, Alexia let out a deep throaty moan, you knew she was close, you watched as the muscles in her arms flexed, straining against her sweat covered skin. Your eyes followed her naked body, her muscles flexing as she drove into you, the wet slaps of sweaty skin colliding.
Your legs started to give in as your orgasm began to wash over you, your muscles were already jelly from your run, you felt your knees buckle as your pleasure took over.Â
âAle!â You cried out.
She felt your body giving up. She pulled you straight up, your back hitting her chest. You let out a high moan as her lips crashed into your sweat covered neck, kissing and sucking on your skin.
âI've got you.â
Her hips kept up the bruising pace, she was still chasing her own orgasm, it almost became too much, the pleasure was about to become painful until she groaned in your ear. That very familiar groan that made your head dizzy. Her hands wrapped around your neck, bringing your lips together, it was messy and hungry, your wet lips smacking against the other as her hips started to rut into you.
âFuck.â She gasped.
Her normally stern face became a blissed out state as her orgasm hit her. Your eyes rolled into your head as small but heavy grunts escaped her mouth, making your clit throb. Her lips pressed into your neck as she slowly grinded into you, her hot body pressed up against yours taking what she needed.Â
The hot room was just small sounds of your panting. She gently pulled out of you, her lips kissed your shoulder sweetly, causing you to shiver.
âYou okay?âÂ
You smiled at her soft voice, a complete 360 of your session before.
âIâm so good. But I need a shower. A cold one.â You chuckled.
âSĂ. Shower together?â She nuzzled into your neck. She was always so needy after an orgasm, it was the cutest thing to see.
âTogether.â You pressed your lips to hers.
She began to to remove the harness from her hips.
"Don't forget me." You turned so she could until you.
"Hmm, I think I prefer you this way. Can we keep you like this until I'm done with you." She bit she shell of your ear, making you groan.
"Are you not done with me?" You moaned with pleasure as her nails scratched up your body.
"Not yet, I think we should test your endurance a little more."
#woso#woso fanfics#woso smut#barca femeni#alexia putellas x imagine#alexia putellas smut#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas
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Happy Birthday!
i keep thinking about sukuna being so mean, calling you the nastiest degrading names whilst you struggle to ride him đľâđŤ
⥠18+ content (mdni), f! reader, degradation, sir kink, light face & pussy slap
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! iâm so sorry i took so long to write this, but when i did i was on a plane so im posting it now đ btw this thirst was delicious what is you brain made of..
âno way youâre strugglinâ this much, baby. funny, âcause youâre a real whore when youâre taking in dildos just as big as my cock.â
sukuna grins, sharp teeth catching the low light of the room as challenging eyes take in your trembling form. sweat glistens along the curves and slopes of your body as your hips move up and down, bitten tits swinging along with your pace.
itâs messy where youâre connected; thereâs a ring of cream coloring the base of his cock, a mixture of his cum and your wetness running down the sides of his length. sukuna watches, enraptured as your greedy pussy swallows his cock again and again. two large fingers pinch your swollen clit, drawing a sharp cry from your throat.
ââkuna, a-ah!â
with a sneer, he deftly smacks your clit with his palm, remembering what heâd told you beforeâ youâd work to cum on his cock, without his help. your lower lip wobbles at the loss of stimulation and sting of the slap, but all you can do is keep riding.
âtsk, work on riding my cock a little better, fuckinâ slut.. should be savoring this, hm?â
you nod desperately, walls squeezing down at his admonishment; similarly, his cock twitches deep inside you.
ââcourse you get so tight after i say all that shit. youâre a real whore, arenât ya?â
heat rushes to your face when you nod as quickly as you do, eyes focused on his broad shoulders and well muscled chest. a large hand rises to your cheek, and sukuna delivers a light slap to the burning skin.
âtalked about that, didnât we?â
âyes, âkuna.. yes sir.â
after a quick adjustment of your hips, you continue in your endeavor to ride him properly, as he expects. pressure surfaces in your nerves, all over as you slam yourself down on him again and again.
meanwhile, tears spill over your waterline, fresh tracks crossing over old ones from earlier. wetness gleams in the peachy pink hair along his pelvis as your sloppy pussy slides just a little too far forward; this time, sukuna doesnât comment on it.
his fat tip hits your cervix just right, deep enough to have you gasping sharply and clenching like a vice. âs-so good, sir,â you shudder, feeling a familiar sensation all over.
âyou can take it deeper, iâm sure. iâve fucked that slutty pussy enough for that.â
desperately you lift yourself, listening to his demands and following them exactly; fucked out and practically brainless now, you drag your eyes to sukunaâs.
âdrunk on this cock, arenât you?â he grunts, abs flexing as he grits his teeth. âgo ahead ân cum. iâm gonna flip you over ân show you what deep means, ya fuckinâ slut.â
#kurooh#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#sukuna smut#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#jjk imagines
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Heaven and Back
Summary: The one where Wade fucks harder than the honda odyssey
Warnings: established relationship, smut smut smut, rough sex, choking, dom/sub dynamics, creampie, squirting, rimming, sexual jokes, sex in the suit (partially), anal fingering, breath play, pet names just pure filth
Iâd apologize this isnât my typical content I write but Iâm not going to cause this scene FuCkEd HaRd.
âI take it back the honda odyssey fucks hardâŚâ He practically moaned as he rolled his neck, fingers flexing over the girth of his thigh before he made direct eye contact with you still in the suit.
âBut not as hard as Iâm going to fuck that sweet ass.â He motioned with his fingers, motioning for you to come to him. Your bottom lip quivered, drool fighting to escape as you stared at your boyfriend with his spear legs, and stretched out arms. Those muscles didnt help, fuckk was he hot.
In the heat of the moment you pounced in his lap, lips ravishing him while your tongues danced together in a frenzy of hormones.
Tongues ravishing one another in desperate desire.
âMy naughty girlâŚâ Wade ripped your shirt off, the decorative buttons scattering and bouncing off the windows. You couldnât see it but his eyes widened with excitement when his two bundles of love were free from their enclosure. So well rounded and smoothe, just fucking perfect the way they sat their, basking in their natural beauty.
âJust something about you in this suit gets me so-so-â He silenced your thoughts, hand wrapping around the small of your throat tightly, knowing how much you love the breath play. He tilted his head teasingly as if examining you.
âOh baby I know, I can feel your little puddle of sugar soaking my lap, donât worry daddyâs gonna take care of you, make you feel good.â Popping out his cock, you hurriedly pushed down your shorts and panties, causing Wade to swoon at the sight of your pretty pussy that constantly craved his cock, his desperate girl.Â
As soon as his length sprang up, ready for the action, you took your assigned seat, sliding down quickly needing to feel him stuff you feel, never able to get enough of him.
Lifting his mask halfway, you clashed your lips against his, tongues dancing and fighting for dominance, exploring one another eagerly. You gasped when he pushed up roughly, going straight to drilling into your cunt.
The vehicle began to shake a long with your boobs, bouncing up and down vigorously , Wade unable to peel his eyes away from the enticing, erotic scene.Â
The constricition of your throat only making you giggle while you moved in rhythym with his hips, needing him deeper and deeper inside your aching core until he was bottomed out fully inside of you.
âFuck, Wade. Câmon fuck me like you mean it..â You teased as if he wasnât already pounding into you. He quirked an eyebrow, always accepting a challenge.
He slammed you down against the seat roughly, lips ravishing the warmth of your neck, pumping in and out of your soaked core, feeling your walls squeeze him, already wanting to milk him for all he had.
His muffled groans only heightening your building arousal like an animal in heat.
He pivoted into you over and over, watching your reactions while his hands rand down your sides, stopping at your hips and pulling you down harshly, making you moan his name loudly, eyes nearly rolling to the back if your head from the sudden surge of pleasure.
âYou like that dontâcha, bet I can make you fall apart within 5 minutesâŚâ He was going to wait for a response but didnât need to when his thumb began to rub sensual circles against your throbbing clit, other hand grasping at your breast and tugging and twisting your hardened nipple roughly.Â
âMmhmmâŚm-more.â He grabbed for the seatbelt, wrapping the object around your throat and pulling your body up slightly. The breath play peaking the warmth in your tummy as you watched his thick, long length exiting and entering your tight hole, balls slapping against your ass cheeks with each monumental thrust.
Fuck did he know how to pleasure a woman and you were the luckiest woman alive.
A wicked grin spread across your lips as he tightened his grip on the belt, constricting your airwaves, the sight making his cock pulsate with excitement and arousal. Your head staying pressed against the window while your feet snaked up his sides, locking around his waist.
âYou keep looking at me like that I wonât last much longer, got the eyes of a fucking demon whoâs sucking the soul out of me, such a spoiled brat arenât you?â You nodded desperately, moaning his name as your thighs started to tremble, eyes rolling to the back of your head, face nearly turning blue from the lack of air, only spiking the vibrating sensations in your cunt.
âP-p-pretty please let me cum.â Your body twitched involuntarily when his hand smacked your swollen clit and gripped the belt, jolting you forward causing his cock to dive in your sweet abyss even further.
âStuttering already? So adorable thinking you can last long with my magic cock that you beg for, stretching you open like a thanksgiving turkey.âÂ
âWade, shut up. Keep goi-Ah, fuck..â You panted desperately, nearly choking while your face contorted into a euphoric look of pleasure. Your eyes squeezed together, teeth biting down on your bottom lip when he did that rotation with his hypnotic hips, leaving you in a breathless trance as he fucked you stupid. The restraint around your throat leave you completely and utterly at his mercy.
God you swore that one hit your cervix.
âMmm- I donât know, should I let you cum? I kinda like seeing you so vulnerable and speechless from just my cock. Besides I donât think youâre in the position to be barking orders now are you? I didnât think so.â The small delicate whimper escaping your lips changed his mind when he realized he wasnât going to last much longer if those sweet little nothings kept escaping your plump lips.Â
âAlright-alright kitty cat, go on since Iâm such a generous man. Show me just how much I make you feel good, flood my cock, go onâŚâ
Your body began to tremble from the over stimulation, your climax consuming every bone in your body as you crumbled beneath him. Your back arching and toes curling from the undeniably, pleasurable sensation shaking your core.
âWadeâŚ..Wade..â God did he love hearing his name roll off the tip of your tongue so sweetly and sensually. Only increasing his confidence in his sex capabalities given their hasnât been one time he hasnât gotten you off.
Feeling your walls squeeze tightly around his long, thick length, your nectar pooling out like ice cream melting in the hot sun, warming his cock with your pleasurable, oh so hot release.Â
Watching your lips part, still hardly able to form his name as you were still cumming around him, body convulsing with and overwhelming, unexplainable pleasure sent him into overdrive. He had to keep going, wanting to see just how far he could push you.
Pulling out, you were about to sit up when you thought he was done, only for Wade to shove you back down until his lips curled around dripping hole, slurping every last drop of your sweet slick leaking from your body.
âWade!â He wanted to milk you for all you had, wanted that shit to spray in his face and paint the fucking walls of this godforsaken car.
You scrunched your brows together from the overstimulation of your throbbing pussy. He buried his face in between your folds, breathing in the scent of your beautiful flower while his tongue worked expertly at your clit.
âI want that honey sprayed out on my face.â Well it wasnât going to be very long, not with his warm tongue devouring your clit, rotating back and forth with your still dripping hole.
He knew that by the feeling of your thighs starting to shake already in the palms of his hands.
âWade, I-ohh fuck..â An unexpected feeling swirled in your tummy as if you were going to piss just like he wanted. The fucker skillfully licking and lapping around your sex eagerly.
âGo on baby, donât be shy.â He mumbled against your wet heat, still fully indulged on his mission.
You couldnât resist, mind feeling delirious as your cum shot out like a water spicket painting his face, flying onto the seats making your body tremble and squirm, Wadeâs hands strongly keeping you in place to not lose that sweet spot.
The leather seats turning into a fucking slip in slide.
âThatâs a new record Iâd say.â You pulled him up from his position, lips colliding with his again, hands roaming the back of his wet head before sliding down his muscular back, stopping at the plump cheeks of his ass squeezing it.
âOoo, dirty girlâŚyou like my pumpkins donât ya my little kitty cat?â You moaned against his lips in agreement, slurring something about how youâd rim him right here right now in between the messy, wet kisses.
Now that youâd gotten off, he peaked an eyebrow with excitement, your tongue always did feel amazing lapping over his taint.
He didnât waste another second before flipping over giddily and laying on his stomach. Hsettled his head in the palm of his hands like a kid entertained by a storybook, anticipation pumping through his veins.
You pulled down his bottoms harshly.
âOoo that tickles!â You slapped his ass in response, knowing he liked it rough.
He released and ungodly moan, unintentionally scooting his ass closer toward you, needing your lips right now.
âAt least ask a guy to dinner first I mean you-oh fuck, weâre going there..â Your tongue lapped over the crack of his cheeks hands grasping at the fat the muscular, chiseled tone of his ass.
âItâs gonâ get good, if thereâs any children present in the audience, I recommend exiting the theater before we turn this bitch into a-â You inserted a finger, pulling him back to reality and demanding his attention.Â
He rolled his neck back, shivers running up his spine at the familiar finger working itâs experienced way in and out of his tight canal.
You other hand brushed under his abdomen, taking his hard again length in your fist, pumping and swaying your hand swiftly over his reddened, leaking tip. Something you loved about his powers, so fast to regenerate and be ready for endless rounds of filthy sex.
He leaned his head back from the sudden warmth surrounding his shaft, the agonizingly slow yet well timed movements of your hand making his head roll back.
âAh fuck, atta girl, such a good girl.â You smirked as you buried your face fully, tongue dipping into his hole. Wade wasnât sure if he could get any harder but god if he could he would.
Your slid down from his anus, lips sucking lightly at his balls, peppering kisses against his thighs as you entered another digit inside him.
âFuck, y/n baby, keep going, faster..â His wish was your command, fingers picking up the base, his tight tunnel warming your skin.Â
The simultaneous insertion and fisting around his length already causing his body to convulse, he never lasted long when it came to his ass being played with, such a little bitch.
âWhoâs my good boy hm? Gonna cum all over my hand?â
âFucking god dammit, yes, gonna bust a fucking nut all over.â You pursed your lips, spit flowing down his crack blending with your working fingers indulged deep inside of him.Â
âWell go on then, cum.â You put your lips back to that sensitive area between his sack and hole, hand still jerking him swiftly right below the tip where he was the most vulnerable.
Wade couldnât hold back any longer, anus clenching around your fingers while his cum shot out like a sprinkler, watering and coating your hand with his creamy white seed.Â
He had to lay there for a moment to attempt to catch his breath.
When he turned around, he saw you wipe at your lips, winking seductively at him.
âYou are a gift sent from the fucking gods. I never met someone who knew their way around an asshole so well.â You shrugged your shoulders, agreeing with a smile, merely bowing from your performance.Â
He crawled on top of you, groaning from the intense workout making you both dreary.
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When Logan approached the vehicle, he could smell the sex from a mile away and he wasnât sure if it was from the car until now. Peering through the steamed windows, he wiped the dew like texture only to see Wade layed on top of you, bare ass visibly present and the first thing Logan saw.
âOh, not the fucking car!â You both jolted awake, Wade fumbling for something to cover you up with, a raggedy old blanket in the trunk sufficing enough before he turn to Logan through the window.
âHey! These are my precious goods donât be peeping at my lady. You can feast your eyes on mine all you want but just remember, Iâm an angel of god, she pursued me, but if you change your mind about that pegging session let me know.â Wade winked toward Logan, making you giggle beside him. Logan rolled his eyes in annoyance, waving you both off before shouting that heâd be walking from here on out.
You whacked him lightly in the arm, before reaching for your clothes but his arm flexed forward, grabbing your panties from the clutch of your hand.
âAh-ah. Round two? We can catch up with mutton chops later.â Grinning devilishly, you pulled him back down by the nape of his neck, Wadeâs handprint on sailing down the window being the last mark on the car.
#Wade wilson x reader#deadpool x reader#wade wilson imagine#deadpool imagine#deadpool#ranaewrites#deadpool x wolverine#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool smut#wade wilson smut
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hii! could you do hector fort bf head canons please? đ
bf hĂŠctor headcanons || hĂŠctor fort
an; tysm for the request i hope you're happy w it:) i wrote this during my college hours hehe WE'RE LIKE 4 PPL AWAY FROM 500 OMG ILYSM the arda gĂźler works i was writing hehe yeah i dislike them im gonna turn one into smau and let's see what i do w the other one im going to write for logan and carlos next đ đ
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bf!hĂŠctor who knows the sidewalk rule. he always walks on the side near the road. subconsciously, he does this with his friends too, since he's so used to it.
bf!hĂŠctor who finally gives in to your pleas and does tiktok challenges with you.
bf!hĂŠctor who loves being your passanger princess.
bf!hĂŠctor who lets you tie a bow around his bicep.
bf!hĂŠctor who loves gossiping with you.
bf!hĂŠctor who will attack you with kisses randomly.
bf!hĂŠctor who is the ultimate scary dog privilege. one wrong look at his girl and he's scaring the daylights of the person with his glare.
bf!hĂŠctor who is a cuddler. he needs your cuddles all the time.
bf!hĂŠctor who sends random pictures with the caption "this reminded me of you:)" to you almost everytime he's out.
bf!hĂŠctor who loves going for grocery shopping with you. something about it feels so domestic.
bf!hĂŠctor who tries to make breakfast in bed for you but ultimately fails. the loud clinking of the utensils definitely woke you up.
bf!hĂŠctor who talks to his mom about you.
bf!hĂŠctor who 'hates' when his mom tells you about his embarrassing moments and shows you his baby pictures. (no he doesn't he loves that his mother loves you enough to share all these with you)
bf!hĂŠctor who lets you colour his tattoos.
bf!hĂŠctor who gets matching tattoos with you. (if you don't want tattoos then he gets one dedicated to you.)
bf!hĂŠctor who loves when you steal his clothes.
bf!hĂŠctor who gets all shy when you call him by a pet name. (he was super shy and blushy the first time you called him a pet name)
bf!hĂŠctor who wears your scrunchie as a bracelet. he does this to one, let everyone know he's happily taken and two, for the time when you need tie your hair.
bf!hĂŠctor who needs your attention 24/7.
bf!hĂŠctor who playfully bites your nose.
bf!hĂŠctor who will flex his muscles randomly to get a reaction out of you.
bf!hĂŠctor who pretends to hate it when his friends tease him with your name.
bf!hĂŠctor who loves when you give him back and head scratches. no one but you is allowed to touch his hair.
bf!hĂŠctor who carries you on his back when you're tired.
bf!hĂŠctor who gets everything in your wishlist. he loves to spoil you.
bf!hĂŠctor who appreciates thoughtful and handmade gifts. he loves when you gift him a handmade bouquet. since he doesn't have much free time, he prefers to gift you small easy crafts.
bf!hĂŠctor who parades around with your lip stain on his cheek.
bf!hĂŠctor who loves neck kisses.
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Yard Work | The One You Need
pairing: neighbor!joel miller x f!reader summary: drabble from the âThe One You Needâ universe warnings/tags: au, neighbor joel, age gap [reader is late 20s/early 30s, Joel is late 40s], hyper-independent reader, fluff, allusions to a blowjob, body worship [arms], terms of endearment [sweetheart], female reader, reader wears a bikini, no physical description, protective!joel, soft!joel, dare i say ei!joel, no use of y/n. word count: 1.5k series masterlist a/n: for @joelmillerisapunkâs ppcu body worship writing challenge. all about joel miller and them delicious arms
Summer in Austin wasnât so bad when there was a chaise lounge chair to sprawl out on, on the deck with the sun beating its rays down upon you. It also wasnât too bad when you had a hot neighbor who, on a fairly regular basis, gave you the best sex of your life, and who also coincidentally did all the manual labor around the house for you. Because while you were sprawled out in a bikini on a less than hotel style chaise, nursing a beer which was quickly losing its cool and condensating on the glass, Joel was out in your backyard, mowing the lawn.
âż âż âż âż âż âż âż âż âż
âYour fuckinâ grass is gettinâ so long, itâs bringing down the value of my house,â Joel pointed out while in bed that morning. All he had to do was look out your window and see the jungle being created by your lack of a gardener.
âWhoever should I get to tidy it up?â You only smirked, leaning over and straddling his body with yours. Surely, soft kisses down his chest would do the trick.
âA gardener,â
Your pouted, lips pressed to his sternum, and continued your way down to his stomach, adding your tongue to the mix for safe measure. If he was going to play hard to get, you could play a little harder. By the time you reached the waistband of his boxer-briefs, you could see the outline of his shaft, now half-hard. âWhat kind of payment would you like, Mr. Gardener?â You batted your eyelashes up at him while your fingertips coyly tucked beneath his waistband and pulled back just enough for his length to spring out and fall back against his waist.
âYouâre gonna be the death of me.â He grinned and set his hand on the back of your head, adding just a hint of pressure, âget to work.â
âż âż âż âż âż âż âż âż âż
His old, gasoline push mower was capable enough for handling the size of your suburban backyard. A riding lawn mower mightâve been more efficient â or at least one of those new-fangled electric mowers that self-propelled. But this old Toro lawn mower, surely from the 90s, was reliable. Just like the man using it.
You paid for it first but now seeing him work, it definitely felt like youâd short changed him. He was putting on quite the show without even knowing it. Midway through your rather unkempt backyard, Joel let the gas lawn mower come to a stop. Youâd paid him extra attention when the grumbling of the machine quieted, and found that he was reaching for the hem of his t-shirt. Hands tucked beneath it, he raised the lower half up and dragged it across his forehead, wiping away the sweat. The softness of his belly on partial display. And then as if realizing he was insane for keeping the shirt on in this heat in the first place, pulled the garment over his head. He tucked a corner of it into the back pocket of his jeans, letting the rest of it fly and whip behind him like a flag.
Then, nudging sunglasses down the bridge of your nose, you ogled at the way he bent over and hooked his fingers around the plastic grip of the pull cord. His long arm stretched fully, and then with a quick yank back, he tugged the cord upward. His bicep and tricep flexed simultaneously, the cuts of the muscles showing in his skin. That glorious machine. You couldâve kissed it on the spot. Old. Reliable. But temperamental. It didnât roar to life with the first pull. His arm outstretched again. The sinewy tendons in his forearm became visible as he grabbed for the cord again. Then another pull back. Every muscle in his arm seemed to work in tandem, from his forearm right up to his shoulder.Â
Now the mower roared to life. And the man behind it, ready to get the job done, put some force behind it and got the machine moving again. Cutting down the grass you werenât sure youâd let get out of control just so you could have this very moment. You pushed your sunglasses up the bridge of your nose and laid back in your chaise, satisfied to revert to the mental image you had of him in your fantasies while the noise of the mower continued on. It wasnât just that idea of being in the arms of a man. In your experience, there werenât too many men worth being in the arms of. Though on the surface, the ogling of his arms â those beautiful, strong arms â was nothing but a bit of objectification, the truth dug so much deeper.Â
Because it was the time you stopped at a job site after Joel had left his lunch at home. Surely he couldâve bought something, but heâd worked so hard on prepping a full lunch for it to go to waste in the insulated lunchbox forgotten on the kitchen counter. And at the job site, you spotted him with a long two by four propped on his shoulder, arm flexed to keep it steady as he walked it into the framed house. And the way you reached forward and set your free hand on his upper arm; fingers grazing along the cut of his bicep. How he pivoted his head and looked back at you. An instant smile spread across his face. The wrinkles by his eyes accentuated.Â
It was also the time youâd had that terrible date. The one that ended on your front porch, hoping this guy would leave without incident despite him being a little more forward than you wouldâve liked. How when he tried to push his way in, Joel materialized there. Only finding out later that night that heâd tucked his handgun into the back of his waistband. Just incase. But before that, when the boy, having grown disenchanted with the idea of bedding you walked off, how Joel used his frame to block you. His arms hung almost comfortably at his sides. Big. Muscular. Even later that night, when you followed behind him with your hand in his back pocket as he cleared your house of any potential burglars. How his arms felt like the ultimate protection. As if nothing would be able to touch you as long as you stayed behind them. Behind him.Â
His arms were a great source of power. But they were also capable of such gentleness. More than youâd ever known. The same arms that were capable of carrying two by fours upon them were equally capable of wrapping around your waist and pulling you back into the cradle of his chest. The arms that had offered their formidable protection were the same ones that you often linked your hand around as you walked through the neighborhood in the evenings.
Then somewhere between the mental image of you curled up against him on the couch watching tv, and being caged beneath his arms in bed, you felt a weight settle over you and came to the awareness that the lawn mower had quieted down. You blinked a couple times to get your eyes used to the new brightness despite your sunglasses, and found Joel on top of you â hips nestled between your legs; his back pressed against your abdomen, and his head rested against your sternum.Â
With a smile, you pressed your lips to the top of his head and trailed your hands down from his shoulders to his biceps. âI donât pay hourly,â you smiled again and tucked your hands around his torso.Â
âYouâre a bad employer,â he smirked and took a deep breath. âJusâ needed a break and you looked comfortable,â
You nodded, practically to yourself and gently dragged your fingernails over his skin. Then, because they just looked so tempting, you trailed your fingers back to his arms. Starting as far down as you could reach since his hands were curled around your legs and hooked over your shins, you settled with the crook of his elbow. The vein there protruded from beneath the thin skin, and you followed up back into his bicep, where the muscle flexed beneath your touch.
Joel tilted his head back with a deep inhale. On the exhale, he released a moan that made you think he might just leave your lawn half-completed. And while you definitely would want to see his muscles flexing as he jostled you around in bed, and then again when heâd surely curl his hand around your throat, you also wanted your backyard to look semi respectable â at least the HOA would want you to.
âThat lawnâs not gonna mow itself,â
âFive minutes,â he mumbled. The sound of that made you think his eyes were long closed, ârestinâ my eyelids.â
âWe both know if you wait five minutes, youâre never gonna get back to it. And if you donât get back to it, how are you gonna get your next blowjob for completion?â
He started to rile almost immediately. Enough that his arms now jostled you in trying to sit up and get away as quickly as possible. Then with speed you were sure his joints fought against, he ran across the grass, back to the mower, and bent forward for the pull cord again.
That wonderful, glorious, pull cord.
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Married to Fire (One Shot!)
Summary: You married Eris a decade ago! Sweet moments with your mate :)
A/n: ALRIGHT! Who ordered the Eris fluff, oh wait that's me because there's like NONE out there. Okay there's a couple. Anyways, I wrote this puppy up before some drinks, so it is unedited. I'm currently on summer break in case you were like how are you writing so fast. It's because I am bored out of my delulu mind.
WC: 1.7k
Warnings: SUPER FLUFFY, mentions of keir *vomit*, drinking, mentions of gambling.
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Eris, who was now a High Lord after the death of Beron, was somehow your mate. You, the daughter of a poor parsnip farmer, had found yourself bound to the High Lord who did not judge your upbringing. The balance, however, was difficultâgetting used to living in a massive castle and all. With your mate constantly busy with his duties, he still made time for you the best that he could.
Even with your petty arguments...
"No, my flame," Eris drawled as he lay in bed reading budget reports. The velvet comforter rested below his hips, exposing his muscular chest. You, however, stood in the doorway with a huff, your twelve hunting dogs leashed up and tails wagging aimlessly.
"Please, it's cold out there, and imagine how warm they would be in our sheets," you pouted, batting your lashes and giving him your best doe-eyed look.
"They're dirty, and I don't think twelve dogs could even fit in our bed," Eris replied, raising his gaze to you. His reading glasses rested on the bridge of his nose as he continued, "Don't even think about it during my business trip to Hewn City next week either," his tone scolding as if you were a child.
You sighed dramatically, slumping against the doorframe, fake exaggerated tears pooling out. "But they're so lonely without us," you whined, giving the dogs' leashes a small tug as they all stared at Eris. Their eyes were not so pleading, as they probably did not understand the situation, but it was still an effort.
He chuckled and rolled his eyes, running a hand through his amber hair. "My flame, my love, oh how I adore you and your...enthusiasm. But twelve hunting dogs in our bed is simply not practical." Eris drawled out, setting his reports to the side, completely understanding that he would not be getting work done this evening.
"I could wash their paws?" you offered in a small voice, the pout remaining on your face as you looked at him.
Eris chuckled before replying in a teasing tone, "And their asses too?" You grimaced as you looked away, your cheeks heating up. That was something you would rather not partake in.
You looked away for a moment before relenting with a sigh. "Fine...but I ordered them all dog beds with their initials," you said, looking back at him with a challenging look.
Eris's lips twitched into a small smile. "If that's what you want to spend your allowance on instead of fancy dresses and jewels, then by all means, go ahead," he teased as he patted the space beside him on the bed, a silent invitation for you to join him.
A maid ushered the dogs away, perhaps thankful that they were all so well-trained, as she shut the door behind her. You smiled as you began to crawl into bed next to Eris, nestling into his warmth and feeling his arm wrap around you.
"Please don't cause too much chaos while I'm gone, alright?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
You grinned as you nuzzled closer to him. "No promises, I have to keep you on your toes, High Lord."
*****
Eris was not cut out for manual labor; could he sword fight? Of course! Could he help your family harvest parsnips? Hell no.
Eris grunted as he lifted the basket full of parsnips into the wooden trailer. You were helping your mother harvest from the fruit trees, yet your gaze constantly shifted to him. The way his muscles flexed under the autumn sun, drenched in sweat, and those leather pants so tight around his thick thighsâMother above, save you. Your mother gave you a look that said, "Stop gawking and get back to work," causing you to roll your eyes as you picked an apple from the tree.
Eris walked over to you after loading the last basket. Using his tunic to wipe off the sweat, his amber gaze fixed on you.
"My sweet little flame, you know I could hire people to do this for your family, right?" he grunted as he pulled you into an embrace and planted a kiss on the top of your head. You pretended to be grossed out by the sweat, pulling away from him. He gave you a mocking smile and a deep laugh. "Seriously though, love, your family could move into the palace. I mean, we have more than enough space," he continued, furrowing his brows.
You shrugged in response. "This is how they like to live; it's honest work after all. My father likes to brag at the market that the High Lord loves our produce," you flashed him a cheeky smile as he rolled his eyes. "Plus, they wouldn't know what to do with themselves. They wouldn't feel like they belonged. I mean, hell, sometimes I don'tâ"
Eris stopped you by flicking your nose. "You do belong in the palace," his look was stern as he gazed down at you, the heat in his eyes resembling a flame. "If anyone ever dares to make you feel like you don't belong at court, I will...do unspeakable things to them," he breathed those last few words. You just nodded and pressed against his chest. Eris still had some trauma to work through, but he was better now after the years you two had been married.
Later that evening, when Eris had to go to Hewn City...
With a plop of a turnip onto Keir's lap, Eris entered the room. "Sorry I'm late," he said, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He still had to maintain relations; without Keir, he wouldn't have been able to execute his father.
"Bath or something, you smell like a farm," Keir grimaced.
Eris smirked, taking a long sip of his drink. "It's called honest work, Keir. Something you might want to try sometime."
Keir rolled his eyes. "I've heard of it, thanks. But really, what were you doing?"
"Helping my mate's family with their harvest," Eris replied, leaning back in his chair. "They're good people. And it was...refreshing, in a way."
Keir raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "High Lord of Autumn Court, sweating it out in the fields. Never thought I'd see the day."
Eris took a long sip of his whiskey, feeling the burn slide down his throat. He glanced at the glass as he learned back into the armchair. âIâll take that bath, Keir. But donât worry, I havenât forgotten why Iâm here. Letâs get down to business.âÂ
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Obviously, Eris could handle a drunken mate.
When you drank, you drank like a sailor. Eris would just blame it on your upbringingâhow you were so used to drinking at taverns with rogues and mercenaries.
With a tug of his embroidered vest, Eris walked into the loud tavern. Dancers swirled on the stage, their scarves dancing in rhythm with the beat of the drums. In his younger days, he might have enjoyed this scene, but now, with you, well, that was all he could ask for. His eyes traveled the room until they rested upon you, chugging a pint of beer on top of a table.
By the Cauldron, you were a handful.
The crowd was cheering, "Chug, chug, chug!" as you finished and set down the glass next to fifteen others. You cheered triumphantly with the crowd.
Dear heavens, this was his mate. With a scowl, he walked over to you. You cheekily smiled at him, but some members of the crowd backed away, sensing the tension.
"Eris!" you exclaimed, your voice slurred but filled with joy. "Come join us! The fun's just getting started!"
Eris sighed, reaching up to steady you as you wobbled on the table. "My flame," he began, his tone a mix of exasperation and amusement, "you know how much I adore you, but this is not exactly the best place for you to be showcasing your drinking talents."
You pouted, hopping down from the table with his assistance. "But they love me here! I'm like a legend!"
Eris couldn't help but chuckle, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you steady. "A legend, indeed. But perhaps it's time to head home?"
You gave him a pout as he continued, âYou do know gambling is outlawed, correct? You wouldnât have been betting right, on perhaps who could drink the most?âÂ
Your eyes widened innocently, but the mischievous glint remained. âWho me? I wouldnât dream of it,â you said, attempting to sound so sincere yet clearly failing at the task.Â
Eris cocked a brow, clearly unconvinced. âReally? Because I swore I saw a few coins being exchanged after you finished that glass.âÂ
You bit your lips, unable to suppress your nervous giggle, âAlright! A little, teeny-tiny bet.â Showing him your fingers how small the bet was.Â
Eris sighed with a groan, shaking his head, âmy flame, you really keep me busy, you know that?âÂ
You grinned as you leaned against him, âThatâs why you love me.âÂ
With a hum he nodded, âLetâs avoid anymore gambling tonight, alright? I wouldnât want to banish my own mate.â He smiled as you laughed, so bright and carefree, âLetâs get you home before you decide to challenge a mercenary to a duel alright?âÂ
The crowd murmured in disappointment, but no one dared challenge the High Lord as he guided you through the tavern. You leaned heavily against him, your steps unsteady.
"Eris," you mumbled, looking up at him with bleary eyes, "I love you, you know that?"
He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I know, my flame. I love you too. Now let's get you to bed."
You giggled, your head resting against his chest as he led you outside. "You always take such good care of me."
"And you," he replied softly, "always keep me on my toes."
As the cool night air hit your face, you shivered slightly, and Eris pulled you closer, his warmth comforting against the chill. Despite the chaos you often brought into his life, he wouldn't have it any other way. You were his mate, his love, his flame, and he was more than willing to handle every drunken escapade, every wild adventure, just to see you smile.
Reaching the palace, Eris helped you into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin. As you drifted off to sleep, he sat beside you, watching your peaceful face. The tavern escapade is already a fond memory.
"Sweet dreams, my flame," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I'll always be here to catch you when you fall."
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DECLINED | mechanic!joel x f!reader
*The Honeymooners*
Summary: A destination honeymoon is exactly what you and Joel need after tying the knot. Rating: 18+ Explicit Word Count: 2k Warnings: Pre-outbreak AU, established relationship, banter, teasing, so much fluff!!!, public sex, public nudity, oral (m! receiving), deepthroat, cum eating, mentions alcohol, unprotected piv sex, rough sex, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms, language, dirty talk/praise kink, pet names (babydoll, darlin', cowboy...wife), does fucking in the ocean count as water sports? A/N: Ahhhh hello!! Of course, these two got married! I'd love to thank @mermaidgirl30 for creating the Ocean Challenge! It gave me the perfect opportunity to write this fluffy lil moment. And also, thank you, @swiftispunk, for letting me use this anon as inspo!! Enjoy the final installment to the Declined mini-series... I'll love these two forever đ
Masterlist | Ko-Fi
Joel was waist-deep in the water as you sipped on your second margarita. Occasionally, heâd turn and wave at you, his brown curls matted down by salt water and his tan skin glistening under the coastal sunlight. God, he was gorgeous. That was your husband now, your husband. Joel didnât let you leave the bed the first day you arrived at your destination. You thanked your past self for packing extra underwear because at least three lacy thongs were now shredded and discarded somewhere in the honeymoon suite.
You settled against your beach chair, stretching your legs and digging your toes under the warm sand. There wasnât a soul in sight along the stretch of water you had chosen to make camp, so you took the risk and undid the strings on your bikini top. Tossing the white polyester onto the sand by the chair, you settled back and let the sun beat down on your bare skin. It wasnât long before Joel caught a glimpse of your body and barreled past the waves to race to the shore.
âYâcanât be teasinâ me like this, babydoll,â he panted. Â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â you grinned, shrugging your shoulders.Â
Joel bent down to grab his beer, the condensation collecting sand around the base from being nestled into the ground by the towel. You craned your neck up to watch him take a long sip, the muscles in his bicep flexing.Â
âDonât be lookinâ at me like that,â he said.Â
âMaybe Iâm just thirsty.â
He glanced at the margarita in your hand, quirking a brow.Â
âYâgot your own drink.â
âDonât you wanna share with your wife?â You pouted.Â
Joel rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a devilish grin. Your eyes roamed up his torso, watching droplets of water roll down the expanse of his chest and stomach. Sliding off your beach chair, your knees hit the terrycloth towel beneath you. It wasnât hard to miss the growing bulge under Joelâs red swim trunks as they clung to his thighs.Â
âMrs. Miller,â he tutted. âWeâre in public.â
âWhen has that ever stopped us, huh?â
âGood point,â he smirked.Â
You pushed your hair off your shoulder and craned your neck further back. Joel took another drink of his beer before nodding his head at you.
âOpen that pretty mouth, babydoll.â
You obeyed, your mouth falling open. Joel tilted the glass down, a slow stream of beer cascading onto your tongue. The crisp taste of the liquid rolled over your tastebuds, tiny drops falling from your lips and down over your bare chest. He tipped the bottle lower, letting the beer trickle down your breasts.Â
âWhoops,â he chuckled.Â
Joel moved the beer bottle upright, watching as you swallowed down the beer sitting on your tongue.Â
âStill thirsty?â He asked.
âParched,â you exhaled.
Joel bent down to twist the bottle into the sand, shoving his trunks down as he straightened out. His cock sprung out, heavy and leaking precum from the tip. You went your lips in anticipation, your clit throbbing against the bikini bottoms pressing against your wet cunt.Â
âWanna show me how thirsty yâare, babydoll?âÂ
You scooted closer, taking his cock in your hand, your tongue darting out to lap at the precum dripping down. There was still a faint taste of the ocean lingering on his skin, the salty smell clinging to the hair around the base of his cock. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock, tracing the veins bulging down the underside. Joel shuddered above you, his hand tangled in your hair to guide you closer.Â
You slackened your jaw, taking him slowly into your mouth. His hips pushed forward slightly, forcing his cock further until the tip brushed the back of your throat.
âThatâs it, darlinâ. Keep it right there. Letâs see how long yâcan hold it.â
The hair at his navel tickled your nose as he anchored you to his cock, your eyes welling with tears. You worked at breathing through your nose, your mouth too full of him to even inhale a breath. Swallowing around him, your cheeks hollowed out, forcing a deep groan from his chest.Â
âGood fuckinâ girl,â Joel crooned. âLook at you chokinâ on my cock.â
You tapped his thigh, begging for a reprieve, yet Joel didnât move a muscle, only pushing himself deeper. You sputtered around him, gagging slightly until he finally pulled you off his cock. You released a violent round of coughs, the drool running down your chin as you heaved in a breath.Â
Joel leaned over you, dragging your mouth to his as he licked at the saliva coating your lips. You grinned against his mouth, holding him to you as he kissed you fiercely.Â
âIâm the luckiest man in the world,â Joel sighed. âCanât believe I get to call you my wife.â
âIâm just as lucky, cowboy.â
Hauling you to your feet, Joel scooped you into his arms, kissing down your neck and shoulders as he walked toward the shore. You wrapped your arms around him, watching the sun dip below the horizon. There still wasnât a soul to be seen along the stretch of beach around you, and for some reason, that thrilled you. It was just you, your husband, and the endless expanse of the ocean.Â
Perfect.
Wading into the water, Joel shifted you around his body, pulling your legs around his waist. Somewhere along the way, he had discarded his swim trunks onto the sand, leaving himself completely naked and you only half-dressed.Â
His fingers worked at the strings on your bottoms until they floated off your body and drifted down the waves. You smacked Joelâs bicep, trying to reach for them before they completely slipped away.
âJoel!â You shrieked.Â
He only laughed, pushing at the water until the tiny fabric was out of reach.Â
âYâdonât need those, do yaâ?â He teased.
âWell, I donât right now! But what happens when we have to go back to the resort?â
âI donât know, it could be fun seeinâ your bare ass walkinâ through the lobby,â he laughed.
âI hate you,â you grumbled.
âSure yaâ do, babydoll.â
Reaching between your bodies, Joel slipped his hand over your wet cunt, coaxing a moan from your lips as he rolled your clit between his fingers. You gasped at his touch, grinding down into his hand.Â
âJoel,â you breathed.Â
âTell me what yaâ need, darlinâ.â
âI need you.â
Joel angled himself at your entrance, pulling you down hard onto the length of his cock. You didnât have a chance to adjust to his size as he filled you. With both hands digging into the skin of your hips, he guided you up and down on his cock, the pace hard and unforgiving. You dug your nails into the muscles of his back, your cries muffled by the sound of the water washing over your bodies.Â
âFuck!â You cried, his cock driving faster into you.
The ripples around you matched the rolling waves churning inside your stomach, every thrust Joel made sending you closer to the edge. You clung to him tighter, your cunt clenching tighter and tighter around him until the white-hot pressure building in your core could no longer be contained.
âJoel!â You gasped. âGonnaâfuckâgonna cum! Please!â
âCum for me, babydoll. Soak me.â
With a broken sob, your orgasm exploded through you, stars sparking your vision as warmth spread between your thighs.Â
âThere yaâ go, darlinâ. There yaâ fuckinâ go,â Joel growled, spearing into you over and over again.
You were barely recovering from your first orgasm when the next began to surge inside you, this time stronger. Joel dipped you back against the water's surface, your hair floating around your face as he shifted his hands from your hips to your shoulders. Against the pull of the waves, Joel used his grip on your shoulders to angle his cock upwards into your cunt.
âSo fuckinâ beautiful,â he gritted between clenched teeth. âLook at you glowinâ in the sunset, takinâ my cock like a good girl.â
âYesâŚyesâŚâ You chanted.
âYâgonna give me another, babydoll?â He urged.
âMhmm,â you whined, words failing.Â
The waves crashing over your body silenced the scream that left your lips, and Joel grinned down at you as he felt your release gush over his cock. He pulled you up from the water, hugging you tight to his body while he slowed his pace.Â
âI love you, cowboy,â you whimpered into his neck.
Joel carded a hand through the wet tendrils of your hair, sinking his teeth into the corded muscles between your neck and shoulder. His stifled groan radiated through your skin as he filled you with his release, your cunt pulsating around his cock through every shudder of his body.Â
âChrist, I fuckinâ love you,â he muttered into your neck. âCanât believe youâre my fuckinâ wife now.â
You clasped your hands around his face, pulling his lips to yours for a heated kiss. His hands ran up the expanse of your body as your tongues intertwined. The sun blanketed your bodies in golden colors of orange and yellow, the ocean around you mirroring the sunset painting the sky.Â
You broke away from his lips, turning your head to admire the sun kissing the horizon.Â
âLook,â you said softly. âIsnât it beautiful?â
Joel didnât respond, so you glanced back at him only to see his warm brown eyes watching you intently. A soft grin broke across his face, the creased lines etching around his eyes and dimpling his cheeks.Â
âWhat?â You asked, heat crawling up your neck.
âThat view ainât nothinâ compared to what Iâve got right here.â
You rolled your eyes, leaning in to kiss him again.
âAre you getting all romantic on me, cowboy?â You teased.Â
âGuess Iâm just a big softy for yaâ, Mrs. Miller.â
Eventually, you and Joel emerged from the ocean, the soles of your feet covered in sand as you returned to the lone beach towel in the distance. Thank God, no one was aroundâboth of you were naked and dripping wet. Joel collapsed onto the towel, his bare ass shadowed in the cover of the night. You gave him a teasing slap before falling down next to him, your head rolling onto his shoulder.Â
âThis has been a perfect honeymoon,â you whispered.Â
Joel laid his hand over yours, his silver wedding band glinting under the moonlight hanging above you.
âI donât know, babydoll. Seeinâ you in that white dress might have this beat,â he mused.
âYou tore it off in a heartbeat after the ceremony,â you giggled.
Joel nudged you with his shoulder, laughing at the memory with you.Â
âWhadaya say yâwear it again when we get home?âÂ
âOnly if you promise not to rip it any more than you already have.â
âOkay, okay,â he chuckled.
âSwear?â You asked, eyeing him skeptically.
âOn my life.â
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âThat's my girl, you take cock so well.â
⼠pairing: professor!nanami x professor!reader
⼠summary: Based on this ask âReader is a new young and fun professor at the college and works in the same hall as Nanami. She challenges Nanami and his old school ways. Nanami ends up folding her up in his expensive car after class ends and makes her submit to him. â
⼠warnings: smut 18+, oral, female performing oral, spit, slight throat fucking, praise, unprotected sex, creampie, car sex, cowgirl, mention of hickies, slight begging, pet names: baby, little plot with banter.
⼠wc: 2,523
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You watch the tall blonde man in awe, with every comment written against the exam, his arm flexes ever so slightly, tensing the muscles with each stroke. God what you would give to feel his arms around your body, his hands on you.Â
Nanami reaches up to adjust his glasses causing a small panic to rush through you, not wanting to be caught eye fucking the man. You quickly move your mouse around, clicking blindly on the screen, fringing busyness.Â
âY/n.â
You look up towards Nanami, embarrassingly quick, your mind in two places, hoping he didnât catch you.
âIâm half way through these exams, could you cross mark this pile for me?â
You eyes glance over at the stack of stapled paper, at least 30 students work all compiled together.Â
âPaper exams? Câmon Nanami, thatâs just punishing yourself.â
Nanami smirks slightly watching you move from your desk to his.Â
âIt keeps my students honest.âÂ
âYeah and bored, Iâm surprised anyone has a pen on them these days.âÂ
You grab the stack of papers and head back to your desk before stopping yourself.Â
âSpeaking of pens.â You trail off as Nanami presents you his red pen, knowingly having a pencil case full of others.Â
âThanks.â Blush nips at your cheeks, adding a mental note to buy yourself pens.Â
The two of you sit in comfortable silence, each going over the exams. After a while your wrist starts to cramp.Â
âI donât know how you do it.â
âHmm.â Nanami hums, keeping his eyes on the test in front of him.Â
âHow is your wrist not killing you? Cross marking my exams will be so much easier.âÂ
Nanami chuckles, his eyes finally leaving the paper and connecting with yours.Â
âWhy donât you print yours out for me?â
âWhy donât I just give you a lesson in technology?âÂ
A small smirk crosses his lips as he sits back in his chair, loosening his tie and crossing his arms over his chest.
âI have all night if you do.âÂ
âOh Nanami.â You sigh, wait, is that blush on his cheeks? You quickly push past the thought and continue. âYou doubt my abilities, Iâm a great teacher, it wonât take all night.â
Nanami smiles, looking at the window as thunder rumbles through the sky.Â
âAlthough, with your elderly ways yours might be the most time consuming.âÂ
Nanami laughs, shaking his head at you before picking up his pen and continuing with his marking.Â
God, you wish you could have recorded that sound.Â
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âOkay, now this document allows for students to collaborate virtually, I use these documents to not force students into sectioned group workâ
Nanami sighs, sitting back in his chair that is now squeezed in beside you.Â
âYouâll have to write this down for me.âÂ
âThe more you do it, the easier it will get.â You smile at him, watching as he nods, a slight frown over his brow.Â
âHey, if youâd like I can come into a class when youâre introducing it to your students and help along the way.âÂ
âThe students wonât need help.â
âI wasnât talking about the students.âÂ
A silence falls between you two, the sound of thunder rumbling in the sky, the wind howling against the windows as rain begins to pitter patter against the tin roof.Â
âIâd appreciate that.â Nanami smiles, looking over his shoulder at the window.Â
âWe should head home, before this storm keeps us here.â
âUh yeah, you go, I decided to take the bus this morning so Iâll wait it out.âÂ
âThe bus?â
âYeah, it's this huge metal box on wheels with little to no personal space.â
Nanami scoffs, rolling his eyes.Â
âIâll drive you home, smartass.âÂ
You heartbeat picks up, he will drive you? God sitting next to him at your desk was hard enough but contained in his car? Fuck.Â
âYou really donât have to, I wouldn't want-â
âY/n, it wasnât a question.â
You huff slightly, his authoritative voice sending a wave of arousal to your core.Â
The wind outside picks up as Nanami packs up his papers.Â
âCâmon, I donât want us caught in the storm.â
You nod, quickly packing up your desk and following behind the tall man. While trailing behind you reach into your bag, quickly spritzing yourself with your perfume the hints of vanilla and bergamot floating in the air.Â
Nanami holds the door open for you. You gingerly step outside, although under cover, the wind blows your hair across your face, the chill causing you to shiver. You tense slightly as Nanami places his hand on the middle of you back. He bends down, the rain picking up as he whispers in your ear, his warm minty breath fanning against your cheek.
âIâm the blue mercedes over there.â He presses his car key causing the yellow lights to flash once. âItâs unlocked but weâve got to run, the rain won't slow for us.âÂ
You simply nod at his instruction knowing your voice would struggle to compete against the downpour. Nanamiâs hand leaves your back, he quickly checks his surroundings before rushing into the rain. Youâre quick to follow behind him, stepping in a few small puddles as the water splashes against your bare legs, your skirt not providing any warmth or coverage from the water.Â
You slide into the passenger seat, the leather slippery under your rain soaked skin.Â
The air of the car is filled with both of your heavy breathing, both of you taking a moment to catch your breath from the rush. You look over at Nanami, his blonde hair dripping water down his face, the droplets falling from his strong jaw. His eyes lock with yours, your hair also wet and sticking to you. Small droplets are stuck to your eyelashes, running down your face with each blink.Â
Both of you smile at each other, laughter filling the air at your small adventure. The rain picks up, accompanied by lightning and thunder. The front windscreen mimics a waterfall, the car ever so slightly rocking from the gusts of wind.Â
âThatâs one way to get me wet.â You joke as Nanami leans his head back against the headrest.Â
âNot how I intended.â Nanami whispers, if you weren't so close to him you would have missed it.Â
You look over at him, his blue shirt stuck to his toned chest, his skin silky with water.Â
âHow did you intend?âÂ
The words leave your lips in a breath, almost inaudible, not sure where it could take you or if you want him to hear.Â
Nanami stays quiet, a deep sigh falling from his parted lips. You almost want to take it back and act like you asked a different question but his eyes capture yours, his hand falling to your knee.Â
âTaking you out, treating you to dinner and maybe, if you considered me lucky enough, spending the night with you and showing you how to use that smart mouth of yours.âÂ
Your breathing hitches as his fingers trace shapes on your thigh. You take in what heâs just told you, your heartbeat picking up and your body becoming warm as the water on your skin feels sticky. Nanami goes to pull his hand away from you, believing he has overstepped but you grab his wrist.Â
âShow me.âÂ
Nanami smirks at you, dragging his fingertips up your body, his hand caressing your cheek and turning you to face him. His thumb hovers over your lips, his eyes darken as you press a kiss against his fingertip. He drags your bottom lip down, your tongue licking against the digit as he slips it past your lips.Â
âFuck.â He breaths, watching your lips wrap around his thumb, your tongue slowly swirling around it. He pulls his hand away from your mouth, tangling his hand in your hair and pulling you closer to him, your lips ghosting against him.Â
âKento, please.â
Nanami swallows harshly, his forehead resting upon yours.
âSay that again.âÂ
âKento.âÂ
He groans before connecting your lips together. Your hands fly to his face pulling him against you. Your tongues tangle against each other, his fingers scratching against your scalp. You rest one hand on his shoulder, the other running down his chest. You moan against his lips as you touch his body, your fingers pulling on the buttons.Â
He pulls away from you, your eyes locking with his tiny water droplets on his glasses from his hair.
âGet in the back.âÂ
You quickly shuffle into the back, more room that you thought. You wait in the middle as Nanami pulls his tie off, opening his door and stepping into the rain before sliding in beside you. The windows in the car begin to fog up at the brief edition of cold air.Â
Nanami rests against the seat, looking over at you and gesturing for you to get on top of him. Youâre quick to straddle his waist, your skirt bunching up around your hips, the blue lace of your panties sticking to your dampening core. His fingers grip your waist, pulling you against him as your lips mould together. He leans forward slightly, holding you tight and kissing down the column of your throat as your moans fill the air, competing with the rain. His hands slip under your skirt, guiding your hips against his crotch, his moans mixing with yours.Â
Your hands slip between your bodies, fumbling with his belt and pulling his shirt from the waistband. You move to slip your hand into his pants before he stops you.Â
âOh baby, I havenât used your mouth yet.âÂ
You nod at his statement, wiggling on the seat and slipping down into the footwell as Nanami chuckles at your eagerness. He helps you free his cock which has your mouthwatering, the long member throbbing at itâs freedom before you wrap your hand around the base.Â
Nanami rests one arm against the head rests of the back seat, his other hand caressing your cheek as you trail your tongue up his cock. The moment your lips wrap around the tip he thrusts into your throat, a gag filling the air as he cooâs at you encouragingly.Â
âYou can take it, show me baby.âÂ
You move your mouth up and down his member, his hand moves from your cheek to your hair, holding it away from your face to ensure he doesnât miss a moment of his cock disappearing past your spit covered lips.Â
Nanami slowly rocks his hips up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as your eyes water. Your hand pumps his cock faster, watching as he tips his head back against the headrest, moaning your name into the air. Youâd continue this for the rest of your life to hear him moan for you over and over. You go to pull back as he holds you still, keeping his cock buried in your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut at the action causing him to release; you pull back with a gasp, his cock popping from your lips. Spit sticks to the tip leading a trail to your lips. Small pools of drool have formed around your mouth, your eyes glistening with tears.Â
Nanami winks at you, bending down and placing a soft kiss to your lips. His hands fall to your biceps, helping to pull you up from the footwell and to his lap. He brushes your hair away from your face, kissing your slightly swollen lips, his teeth grazing against your bottom lip before pulling back, his eyes locking with yours.Â
You break his eye contact, pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. Silently thanking yourself for choosing a matching set this morning. Nanami rests against the seat, watching you undress for him, taking in every curve and mark on your torso, his fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His hands fall to your tits, massaging the skin, a small smile on his face.Â
âSo beautiful.âÂ
Blush heats up your face, goosebumps littering your skin.Â
âPlease Kento.â You grind your hips against his hard cock earning a hiss to fall from his lips. The lace of your panties scratching the sensitive head.Â
Nanami leans forward, kissing your breasts, sucking against the skin, leaving his mark on your body. Something youâre bound to be looking at for days.He runs his hands down your body, gripping your ass tight. He bunches your skirt up higher, looking down at your clothed pussy.Â
His eyes lock with yours silently asking permission before you nod eagerly. He pulls your pants to the side, a small chuckle vibrating through his chest at your wetness. Nanami drags his cock up your slit, nudging your clit with the head.
âGod youâre tight.â He hisses, sliding against your slick walls.Â
âFuck, so big.â Your hands rest on his shoulders, nails digging into the skin.Â
Nanami holds you in place, capturing your lips with his, his fingers digging into the skin of your ass.Â
You softly rock your hips, his hands guiding you, helping you set a rhythm. You alternate between swirling your hips side to side and rocking back and fourth. Continuing to pull moans from his lips like a prayer, yours accompanying his.Â
You lean back, your shoulders resting against the backside of the driver seat, watching as his cock slips in and out of your pussy.Â
âThat's my girl, you take cock so wellâÂ
His girl.
The simple comment causes your pussy to flutter around his cock, tightening.Â
Nanami licks his lips, reaching towards your lips and slipping his middle finger into your open mouth. You moan around him, swirling your tongue as your eyes close. He pulls the digit from your lips and places it against your clit causing your breath to hitch.Â
âOh fuck.âÂ
Nanami keeps his eyes fixated on your pussy, watching his cock slide in and out, his free hand helping you keep a rhythm as he circles your clit with his finger.Â
âDonât stop.â You moan as Nanamiâs hips thrust up into you, his pace on your clit picking up slightly. You place you free hand against the roof of his car, your body tensing as your eyes squeeze shut.Â
âKento.â You moan loud, your rhythm slowing, your cum covering his cock, the sound of your wetness floating around the car. Nanami groans low, pulling you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you as he fucks you through your release, chasing his own.Â
Your lips fall to his neck, kissing, biting and sucking the skin. He places a hand against your head, the other staying wrapped around you, a low moan vibrating through his chest. The thunder outside rumbles against the car, his cock twitching deep inside of you. A warmth fills you, his hips slowing, his fingertips dragging up and down your back soothingly, the other running through your hair. You pull back from him, looking over his neck, the faintest hickies showing on his skin.Â
âLet me get you home.â Nanami kisses your forehead, helping you slip off his cock and sliding your pantines back across.Â
âFor round two?â You wink which causes blush to tint his cheeks.Â
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needd lee russell being edged, whimpering and begging all that good stuff !! i love your writing sm, you do all the walton boys so much justice đđ
The Edge
Lee Russell x Fem!Reader
Warnings:Â smut (18+), office sex, oral (f receiving), pussy job, thigh riding, sub/dom dynamic, soft!dom reader, power dynamics/power play, brat taming (kinda), all porn little plot, nipple play, bratty lee, multiple orgasms, cum eating, manipulation, begging, fluff.
Word Count:Â 5.1K
A/N: Anon! Lee Russell whining and begging to cum is seared into my brain forever now. Thank you sm for your lovely words about my writing of the Goggins gang𼲠I hope you enjoy! Iâd love to know what you all think to this, and feel free to send me more requests đ
Lee rolled his eyes, leaning his head back against his office chair as you continued to grind down onto his muscular thigh. His expression was almost bored, feigning indifference to your ministrations. However, you occasionally felt him shift under you, seeking friction for his painfully hard cock that you had left unfairly untouched inside his slacks.
Your movements were deliberate and slow, savouring the way his thigh flexed beneath you. The heat between your legs intensified with every grind, the rough texture of his pants adding to the sensation that made your breath hitch. Despite his bored appearance, his hands gripped the armrests tightly, knuckles white from the effort of staying still.
You could see the conflict in his eyes, a dark storm of lust and frustration. He fought to maintain his composure, and it thrilled you to know just how close he was to breaking. Every muscle in his body was taut with tension, his veins bulging and the strain evident. The room filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the quiet creak of the chair, the air thick with unspoken need.
âYou think you can just tease me like this?â he muttered, his annoyance clear in the tightness of his voice. Even though you were tired, the intensity in your gaze challenged him to meet you on your terms. With feigned reluctance, he gripped your hips and guided your movements, each one growing more urgent as you rode him.
His lips pursed in dissatisfaction, teeth gritted as you trembled around him. His gaze, dark with lust, followed your every movement, drinking in the sight of you. Each drag of your heat across his thigh brought a fresh wave of pleasure, mingling with the remnants of your previous climax.
Goosebumps prickled your naked flesh as you rode him with abandon, undeterred by the prospect of a colleague walking in on you so late past the last bell. Ever since your class had ended, you had been pleasuring yourself on his thigh, anger from an earlier spat still simmering within you as you sulked into his office. The lingering resentment fuelled your movements, the depth of your need overshadowing any thoughts of forgiveness.
But resentment didnât mean you werenât ready to take what you needed. The heat between you was almost unbearable, the tension from your unresolved conflict only adding to the vigor of your movements.
âI donât know what you mean,â you replied coyly, feeling his muscles tighten and retract beneath your touch. A smile spread across your face as his fingers tapped impatiently at your hip.
Despite his apparent nonchalance, you could feel the evidence of his arousal, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, desperate for attention. Every shift of his hips, every slight adjustment, betrayed his need. His eyes, though half-closed and rolling in exaggerated boredom, couldnât hide the smouldering desire within them. The game you were playing was a dangerous one, but the thrill of it was intoxicating.
You leaned in closer, your breath hot near his ear as you murmured, âAre you sure youâre not enjoying this?â
His eyes bore into yours, impatient and intense, as he dug his nails into your hips, the pain intertwining with pleasure. You smiled, running your hands over his chest, the soft fabric of his shirt contrasting with the hard, sinewy muscle beneath. His impatience only fuelled your hunger, the mix of sensations heightening your awareness of every touch.
âYou like this, donât you?â you teased, your voice a low whisper, your lips grazing his ear. His breath hitching in response was all the confirmation you needed. You leaned back slightly, savouring the friction, the way his cock strained against your leg, craving release.
Despite him concealing it effectively for the longest time, you discovered Leeâs enjoyment of being taunted and denied after an office romp was interrupted. The memory of that moment still sent shivers down your spine. Later, he sought you out, his eyes dark with unfulfilled desire, moaning about how difficult it had been not to touch himself before getting his hands on you. The timbre of his voice was thick with longing, every word a testament to his struggle. A barely audible plea slipped from his lips, begging to feel you.
He had never sounded so desperate before, and it drove you wild. Something primal ignited within you from the raw need in his voice and the way his body trembled with restraint. It was exhilarating, the power you had over him, the ability to reduce him to a state of pleading desperation like he did with you. It was a revelation, a crack in his façade that you eagerly explored, knowing that beneath his rough exterior lay a vulnerability that only you could coax to the surface.
âI apologised, didnât I? You always blow tiny, insignificant things out of proportion,â he said, his voice dripping with venom.
âHardly,â you countered, your lingering anger fuelled by his blasĂŠ attitude. âAnd for the record, I havenât forgiven you yet,â you added firmly.
âThen why are you riding my thigh like a bitch in heat?â he laughed cruelly, watching you maintain your unfaltering rhythm against him. His eyes gleamed with amusement, his mocking tone only spurring you on.
âFor my enjoyment,â you shot back, breathless but defiant. âPlus, I think you like it when I use you.â
The challenge in your tone was unmistakable, daring him to deny the pleasure coursing through him as you came on his thigh again and again. Each movement, each grind against him, furthered the power struggle between you and the stimulating connection you both craved.
You trailed your fingers down his torso until they reached the bulge pressing hard against your leg. Teasingly, you hovered your hand over his arousal, revelling in the sharp intake of breath he made, before finally resting it on his knee behind you. Using it for leverage, you fucked yourself against him harder, bringing yourself close to the edge again.
âWhat do you want, Lee?â You asked, amusement lacing your inflection at the flicker of disappointment that crossed his face.
âYou know what I want,â he growled, his voice low and filled with despair as his eyes dropped to the apex of your thighs.
âLet me hear you say it,â you said, squeezing his knee. âTell me exactly what you want.â
His jaw clenched as he drank in the sight of your pussy gliding over him. The fabric of his pants was dark with your juices, the skin beneath damp and warm. âI want to feel you,â he finally admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper. âWanna fuck you until you canât take anymore.â
âIf you ask nicely,â you purred, your hand tracing back to the bulge in his pants, teasing him with a tantalizing amount of pressure that caused him to groan.
âJust let me fuck you, and letâs go home,â he demanded, rough but desperate.
You could see the raw need etched across his face, his control hanging by a thread. Seeing him so close to breaking only solidified your resolve to get what you wanted.
âDonât be in such a hurry,â you tutted softly as you continued to grind against him, savouring the friction. A breathy whimper escaped his lips when you dropped your hand from his straining erection. His fingers left your hip to wrap around your wrist as he glared up at you.
His grip was firm, his irritation clear in the way it tightened around you. âYouâre torturing me,â he growled, eyes blazing with a blend of fury and hunger.
You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, âdonât you think you deserve it?â Your hips continued to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, the pressure building with each tantalizing grind.
His hand on your hip slipped around your back and pressed you tightly to his chest. Your breasts were firm against him, nipples hard against the cotton of his shirt. He looked up at you through long lashes, his hardened stare softening as he placed a tentative kiss on your chin. âDidnât mean to upset you,â he mumbled, his voice low and sincere.
You could feel his breath against your skin, warm and slightly ragged. The vulnerability in his eyes tugged at something deep inside you, momentarily easing the tension. His hand on your wrist relaxed, sliding up to gently cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek with a tenderness that he rarely showed.
âIâm not upset,â you said, your jaw set and brows furrowed. âIâm angry,â you clarified, the ferocity in your voice matching the hard lines of your expression as you mentally fought against his change in demeanour.
He peppered light kisses from your chin to your lips, his touch gentle yet insistent. âDidnât mean to make you mad, either,â he murmured softly against your skin. His tongue traced your bottom lip with intentional slowness, a subtle plea for forgiveness as he patiently waited for you to grant him entrance.
With a sigh, you parted your lips to allow him access. His muscle slipped inside, exploring with a slow, deliberate warmth that made your heart race. You could feel the sincerity in his actions, the way his lips moved tenderly against yours, each kiss an unspoken apology. He released your wrist, his hands roaming your body with a newfound reverence, his gentle persistence wearing down the edges of your anger.
Your fingertips intertwined at the back of his neck, drawing him nearer as you briefly surrendered to the moment. His touch was everywhere, a soothing balm to your frayed nerves, each caress a promise of his intent to make things right. His kisses grew more urgent, more demanding, as he sensed your resolve weakening.
You broke the kiss before you gave in any further. âShow me how sorry you are,â you commanded, your voice a low whisper. The undeniable authority in your tone was clear, and you saw the flicker of devotion and submission in his eyes. You had him right where you wanted.
His gaze never wavered, a mix of determination and need burning in his expression. He nodded, his focus entirely on you. âYes, maâam,â he murmured, his voice a hushed promise as he fumbled with the zip of his pants. To his chagrin, you quickly swatted it away.
âNot like that,â you ordered, eyeing him sternly as your fingers entwined around his tie. You gave it a gentle tug, delighting in the flicker of alarm on his face as it tightened slightly against his throat.
The authority in your gaze held him captive, and you could see his appetite intensify as he complied with your unspoken command. His hand reluctantly found your hip again, the grip firm but reverent as he waited for your next move.
âShow me how sorry you are,â you repeated.
âWell? What do you want me to do?â he huffed, impatience and resentment evident in his tone as he dropped his head back against the headrest again.
You maintained your hold on his tie, leaning in closer until your lips were just inches from his ear. âI want you to beg,â you said, your voice low and commanding. âTake what I give you, no more, no less.â You planted a soft kiss on his earlobe, feeling him shiver beneath you. âI want you to be grateful.â
He studied you for a moment, his gaze flicking to your grip on his tie as he swallowed hard against the restriction. He responded with a dark chuckle, but his eyes showed his insatiable appetite at the prospect of you taking charge. âYou want to play? Fine. But donât forget whoâs really in control,â he growled, the underlying challenge clear in his voice.
A sly smile played on your lips as you tightened your grip slightly, feeling the tension between you heighten. âWeâll see about that,â you replied, authoritative and mocking.
With a swift, practiced motion, you unzipped his fly and released him from the confines of his slacks. His hard cock sprang free, curving against his abdomen, the red, shiny tip glistening with pre-cum. Leeâs eyes darkened with anticipation, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he watched your every move.
You savoured the moment, letting the power you held over him wash over you. His breath hitched as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, the heat and firmness of him palpable against your palm. The lingering defiance in his expression only spurred you on.
His eyes never left yours, following every movement with rapt attention. Your thumb swirled over his tip, spreading the pre-cum over his length as you pumped him. You could feel his body tense beneath your touch, each stroke drawing a low groan from his lips.
Lee hissed through his teeth, hypersensitive to your caress after being denied for so long and forced to watch you cum repeatedly on his leg with no release for himself. You revelled in the sight of his face contorting in pleasure, his mouth falling open as he panted. The raw magnitude of his need made each of your touches electric, heightening your own arousal as you watched him teeter on the edge. The power you wielded over him, the ability to elicit such a reaction, was intoxicating, and you savoured every second of his torment and longing.
Slowly, you leaned in. âYou like that?â you asked, your voice dripping with seduction. He answered with a barely audible moan, his hips bucking in response to your touch.
You manoeuvred yourself on his lap, straddling his waist as you settled your ass against his thighs. His length nestled snugly between your wet folds and his abdomen, the material of his shirt already damp from the slick of your arousal and his pre-cum. His eyes fluttered shut at the warmth of you, a deep groan escaping his lips.
With your bottom lip between your teeth, you fought to contain the moans that were on the verge of escaping. You didnât want him to know how amazing it felt as your swollen clit grazed against the thick veins of his shaft. Your nails bit into his shoulders for leverage as you languidly stroked him back and forth with your pussy.
His grip tightened, fingers digging into your flesh as he tentatively dragged you across him. You could see the desperate longing in his expression, the way he ached to bury himself fully inside you. Every time he moved you over him, the tip of his cock kissed your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through you. The intensity of it all hurtled you toward the edge, and you threw your head back, overwhelmed by the sensation.
As you bit your lip to muffle your cry, your orgasm crashed over you. Your muscles tightened as you bucked your hips, determined to extract every ounce of enjoyment from him. The waves of ecstasy rippled through your body, each movement drawing out the toe-curling ferocity as you rode the crest of your release.
Lee cursed at the feeling of you gushing over his cock, using your temporary mind shift to push at your entrance with his tip. The pressure brought you back to the moment, breath heavy as you shook your head, readjusted so that you were gliding over him again.
âCanât even say my name when I make you cum?â he huffed, irritation mounting with each time you reached your peak in silence. It was the least he deserved, he reasoned, for letting you deny him in so many other ways.
âI made myself cum,â you said, a teasing smirk tugging at your lips. He shot you a piercing look, jaw tight as his nostrils flared. âCalling my name would be a little odd,â you joked, breath heavy as you set a leisurely rhythm with your hips.
His eyes darkened, silently demanding the acknowledgement he craved as he watched you, every movement a deliberate tease. âFuck you,â he muttered, though the flicker of admiration in his gaze was unmistakable.
You were growing tired, spent from riding him for so long previously, but you werenât about to give in. Each grind was slower now, more teasing, as you savoured the sensation of his cock twitching beneath you. You were resolved to keep control, to extend every bit of the pleasure that he owed.
The sight of Lee looking so on edge, so dishevelled, his cheeks flushed a rosy red and sweat beading his forehead, had you grinning. He narrowed his eyes in concentration, briefly flicking them to yours. Then, with a defiant thrust of his hips, he timed it perfectly to catch himself against the ridge of your cunt, seeking the pressure he craved to reach his peak. Pissed off and well past the point of playing your game, his movements became more urgent, determined to find release despite your teasing.
His jaw clenched, each thrust becoming more forceful as he battled against the frustration bubbling inside him. The room was flooded with the sounds of your bodies moving together, a symphony of your multiple releases coating him, and the deep grunts of pleasure rising from his chest. You could see the determination in his eyes, the way his muscles tensed with every push, his distress to reach his climax clear in the urgency of his movements.
âJust... let me cum,â he gasped, his voice a mix of anger and pleading. His hands gripped your hips with bruising force, guiding you over him with a renewed vigour. The friction, the heat, the sheer need in his movements sent tingles of ecstasy through you.
You felt his muscles stiffen beneath you, heard his breath hitch, and knew he was close. Just seconds before his impending release, you lifted off him, your cunt suddenly cold against the air without him nestled inside. He whined in defeat, looking up at you in disbelief, his eyes wide with surprise. The sudden loss of contact left him trembling, his need for you palpable as he struggled to comprehend the abrupt interruption.
âDo you deserve it?â You asked, your voice exuding seductive authority, breath warm against his ear, enjoying the way his body shivered in response.
You could see the internal conflict in his eyes, dominance warring with submission, as he reluctantly replied, âNo.â He leaned forward, hesitantly reaching for you, and a small smile flickered across his face when you didnât move away. You allowed him to pull you back, guiding you to straddle him once more.
He sighed at the warmth as you settled against his cock, the tension in his body easing slightly. His arms snaked around your waist, holding you close as he awaited your next move. The intimacy of the moment, the blend of power and vulnerability, sent a shiver through you.
You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, the rapid thud mirroring your own excitement. âYou know what I want,â you whispered, your voice firm yet tender, brushing your lips against his.
He groaned in reluctance, then dipped his head to catch a hardened nipple with his teeth. His wet tongue circled the bud before sucking, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Your body involuntarily arched into him, seeking more.
His hands roamed your back, holding you securely as he continued his ministrations. Each flick of his tongue and soft bite of his teeth drove you wild, the sensations building an irresistible pressure inside you. The soft moans escaping your lips only spurred him on, his own desire clear in the way his cock throbbed against your wet heat.
You grabbed the back of his head, pressing him closer to your breast, craving more of his touch. âLee,â you breathed, your voice a husky whisper of need. âSay it.â
He responded with a low growl; the vibration adding another layer of pleasure. His other hand moved to your neglected breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple, perfectly complementing the sensations from his mouth.
A moment later, he left you, trailing wet kisses up your chest and throat until he reached your lips. He captured them in a fierce kiss, his tongue delving deep, claiming you with a passion that left you breathless.
âJust give it to me, baby,â he breathed against your mouth. Your fingers found their grip in his hair again as you tugged him back to look at you, the tension in the air crackling between you.
The pet name was a deliberate choice, one he used sparingly, either in rare moments of genuine praise or as a sure-fire way to get what he wanted. The combination of his tone and the intimate nickname pulled at your resolve, the manipulation in his voice blending seamlessly with his anguish.
âIs that how you ask nicely?â You said with a mocking pout on your lips.
âThatâs how Iâm fuckinâ askinâ,â he replied, hissing through his teeth when your fingers tightened in frosted tips. His mouth gleamed with spit and his eyes blazed with defiance. You were determined to quench that fire, deliberately sliding your cunt over his pulsating shaft.
âYou sure thereâs nothing else you wanted to say, Lee?â you teased, your voice dripping with playful menace. He shook his head, muscles tensing and breath caught as you moved in agonizing slowness. He was so close to giving in, his defiance betrayed by the pleading flicker in his eyes.
âThatâs a shame,â you sighed, releasing your fingers from his hair as you shifted to lift yourself again, leaving him aching and regretful. His expression shifted to one of despair as the reality of your actions sank in, the loss of your warmth making him shudder. You hovered just above him, the heat of your cunt a tantalizing tease, waiting for him to break.
But losing contact was too much for him, and a deep growl gave way to a pathetic whimper as he scrambled to stop you. âStop,â he pleaded, his arms tightening around you, holding you close. His chin rested on the swell of your breast as he looked up, his gaze filled with desperate longing.
You eyed him expectantly, waiting for more.
When he realized you would not give in to his manipulations, he sighed deeply before sucking his teeth. âPlease,â he mumbled, barely audible, impatience and insincerity dripping from his tone. His eyes flickered with frustration, but beneath it, you could see the genuine desperation breaking through, the raw need he could no longer mask.
The power shifted subtly back to you, your control over the moment reaffirmed. You watched as his defiance wavered, the façade of power slipping away to reveal the true depth of his craving. He was at your mercy, and the realization brought a thrill of satisfaction.
âI didnât hear you,â you lied, cold and teasing.
âFuck, please! Let me fuck you, baby,â he whined, the petulance clear in his tone. âJust need to be inside you, please.â His voice was frantic, the raw need in his plea evident as he clung to you, every inch of his body straining towards yours as he licked and sucked at your clavicle.
His words were like music to your ears, a sweet tune that youâd composed from his defiant lips. âMaybe,â you smiled, cupping his cheek as you grazed a thumb over the shadow of stubble on his jaw. âIf you beg a little more.â
âPlease,â he grunted, hand slipping between your bodies to run a finger through the expanse of your slit, gathering the sopping wetness before circling your swollen clit. You moaned softly, guiding his mouth to yours for a kiss. âYou know Iâm sorry,â he whispered against your lips, breath warm as you nibbled his bottom lip.
You felt tempted to deny him further, to see how long he could go without release while you continued to use his body for your own satisfaction. But your thighs burned, your pelvis ached from the ministrations, and his fingers dancing over you had you craving more of him.
âMaking me feel so good. Youâre being a good boy, Lee,â you praised, amusement lacing your voice. His eyes gleamed with longing, the praise only intensifying his need. He sighed against your skin as he rested into the curve of your neck, vibrating through you as his fingers continued their gentle, teasing circles around your clit.
You could feel him trembling with restraint, every fibre of his being focused on your approval. Sliding your own hand between you both, you grasped his thick cock, hard and wet from your juices, pulsing against your palm as you stroked it firmly. He let out a pitiful cry as you worked him.
âIâm not gonna last,â he whined, teeth grazing your skin as his fingers on you faltered with the overwhelming pleasure engulfing him. âLet me fuck you, please,â he drew back, looking at you with pleading eyes, face warm.
Wordlessly, you shifted your hips, aligning yourself perfectly over his throbbing shaft as you held him at your entrance. His eyes widened with a mix of relief and renewed yearning. He took your nipple into his mouth again, a delicious whine escaping his lips as you slowly pushed the engorged tip of his cock inside.
With your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to you, you exhaled slowly before lowering yourself onto him. You felt every inch stretch and fill you as you buried him to the hilt, the sensation exquisiteâa perfect blend of fullness and resistance that made your breath catch. The heat of your bodies melded together, each movement drawing pathetic whimpers from him. The intense pressure and friction caused tingles down your spine, nerve endings alive with pleasure.
Your movements became more urgent as his nimble fingers found your sensitive clit again, each grind pushing you further to the edge. The friction of his cock against your inner walls, combined with his hips bucking to meet your every move, was rousing.Â
His hands skilfully manipulated your clit while his tongue flicked over the hardened bud of your nipple, driving you wild with pleasure. Your fingers gripped and pulled at his hair, delivering the small tinges of pain you knew he craved. The synergy of sensations was overwhelming, each touch, each thrust, each drag of him sending you spiralling closer to release.
Moans, gasps, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin filled the room, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. He released your bud with a pop of his lips. His eyes locked onto yours, a mix of adoration and raw, unfiltered need. You rode him with everything you had.
âFuck, you feel so good,â he sighed, his voice a desperate whisper as he clung to you. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, the connection between you deepening with every thrust, every shared breath.
âAre you gonna cum, Lee?â You asked, fingers releasing from his hair to cradle his face.
âYes,â he panted, and you smiled against his skin, placing a gentle kiss above his brow. His body shook, nearing release again, and you stilled your hips, forcing yourself upwards until he slipped out of you.
âFuck!â he shouted, eyes wide and pleading as his chest heaved. Heâd been so close, and as you looked down, you saw his angry, red cock throbbing beneath you.
âNo more, please,â he whined, fingers of one hand still working your clit and the other digging into the flesh of your hips, willing you to sit. He looked up at you, eyes glistening with discomfort. âPlease, I need to cum,â he begged, voice thick with need. âBaby, Iâm sorry. Please.â
The sight of him, so vulnerable and pleading, sent a thrill through you. The raw emotion in his voice, the genuine apology and longing, tugged at your resolve. âAlright,â you murmured softly as you brushed a thumb over his lightly stubbled jaw.Â
You guided him back to your entrance, the heat and slickness enveloping him once more. He gripped you, leaving pleading kisses against your throat, his groans vibrating through you as he bottomed out. You moved together, the rhythm quickly becoming frantic as both of you chased the edge of release.
âCome on, Lee,â you whispered, your voice a breathy encouragement. âGive it to me. I want it.â
His response was immediate, hips snapping up to meet yours with renewed vigour as desperate pleas fell from his lips. âFuck, Iâm cumming, Iâm... oh, fuck,â he whimpered, the tension that had been building between you finally breaking. You felt him pulse inside you, and then, with a strangled cry, he came in hot spurts of milky white, filling you to the brim. His body trembled beneath you, every shudder and gasp evidence of the intensity of his release.
The sensation of his warmth spreading within you, combined with the pitiful sounds of his sobs as you clenched around him, sent you hurtling towards the edge. Your climax washed over you with a force that left your legs shaking, nerve endings alight with pleasure.
âT-thank you,â he mumbled, lips crashing onto yours in a sloppy, appreciative kiss as he continued to rut into you, getting every bit of satisfaction from you he could. You moaned into his mouth, your mind reeling from his gratitude for finally giving him release.
Leeâs hands continued to roam your body, gentle and grateful, as you both rode out the aftershocks together. With a ragged breath, you fell against him, tired and aching as you found comfort in his embrace. His head fell back against the chair, gaze fixed on the ceiling as he fought for his breath to slow.
âHave you forgiven me now?â He whispered, smiling devilishly against your hair, tracing patterns over the expanse of your back.
âAlmost,â you replied, lifting yourself from him slowly with a shared groan, your cunt contracting as you stood and braced yourself against the desk. You placed your feet on the arms of his chair, spreading your legs wide.
Lee eyed your swollen pussy, wet and messy from your many orgasms, his load dripping down your ass and pooling on the desk below you. He licked his lips, eyes glazed over as the fucked-out state of you spread before him held him captive.
âClean me up, Lee,â you instructed, and he didnât hesitate. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the desk as he dove into your sopping heat. Your nails dug into the skin of his arms as you grasped at him, his tongue lapping over you with fervent passion. A lewd slurping sound filled the air as he devoured every drop of your mixed releases, his mouth working tirelessly to give you what you desired.
You leaned back against the desk, enjoying the sensation of him between your legs and the satisfaction of having him under your control, even if only briefly. He would soon return to his familiar brash self, but the anticipation of his hidden submissive side excited you for the next opportunity to bring it out. Until then, you would savour the ecstasy found in his usual rough handling and sharp words of degradation that consistently left you spellbound.
Eyes fluttering shut, you surrendered to the pleasure of his tongue. With fervent devotion, he moved, drawing you into bliss with each lick and suck. The room filled with the sounds of your cries as you finally called his name, his grateful murmurs of thanks against your skin following soon after.
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Mindblowing
PAIRING: Goku/AFAB!Reader/Vegeta. CONTENTS: Established Poly Relationship, Threesome (F/M/M), Double Penetration in Two Holes WORDCOUNT: 885
Summary:
No matter how much Goku and Vegeta get you ready, it was always overwhelming when they pressed their cocks inside you.
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KINKTOBER DAY 11: DOUBLE PENETRATION IN TWO HOLES
I would never not write for these two cause I NEED THEM. at the same time.
@actuallysaiyan
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No matter how much Goku and Vegeta get you ready, it was always overwhelming when they pressed their cocks inside you. Even then, after Goku had taken his time prepping you, teasing, kissing and licking, getting you much more aroused than you could ever think of, it was still a challenge to accept.Â
Overwhelming, difficult, but still mind blowing.Â
When you laid with your back against his chest, you huffed impatiently as he peppered kissed on your shoulder.
âHurry!â You demanded the man underneath you.Â
âOkay, okay!â Goku chuckled, caressing your sides.Â
Reaching for his thick cock, he grabbed and pressed the tip against your asshole. You tried to relax, breathing in and out as he pushed inside. It was difficult to stay still when you felt him stretch your muscles, but he knew you and your rhythm, slowly sliding out before pushing back in repeatedly until he seated fully inside you.Â
Vegetaâs burning eyes were making you feel all the more exposed, and you felt slick dripping from your pussy, all the way down to Gokuâs cock and balls. You squeezed your eyes shut and shuddered in surprise when Vegetaâs hand (you would know his touch in the darkest room imaginable) trailed up your thigh. You clenched around Gokuâs cock when Vegetaâs hand reached your pussy, pressing his fingers to your clit.Â
âUgh, Vegeta,â Goku complained against your neck, digging his fingers into your hips. âHurry up!â
âQuit your whining.â Vegeta tutted as he positioned himself closer.Â
Gripping your thighs, keeping them spread open, he pressed his cock against your entrance as you watched through lust-filled eyes.Â
It was like being split open, completely full on both ends by both of your menâs cocks. Your muscles flexed in response when Vegeta slid his cock in; you were already filled by Goku, it was natural for your body to react like that. You were still just human, and you felt feeble, vulnerable every time you were between them.Â
Vegeta grunted as if he was in pain, holding tightly onto your thighs, surely leaving marks, as he always did. Goku cursed very quietly against your hair, hips jerking up ever so slightly, making you gasp.Â
âCan we move now?â He asked. You love how desperate Goku got almost every time you fucked.Â
You looked up at Vegeta, scanning his naked figure, noticing every dip and defined muscles, like you have done a thousand times before. He was frowning deeper than usual, keeping his gaze fixed on your pussy. You werenât entirely sure if you were ready for them to move, but you love seeing them submerged in ecstasis.Â
âYes.âÂ
Goku was the first to start thrusting, instantly. He did it slowly, gliding in and out of your asshole. You knew he was trying to be gentle and careful with you, especially at the beginning; he was grabbing your flesh as if his life depended on it, huffing and groaning loudly against your ear with each jerk of his hips.Â
It was difficult to match the rhythm at first; Vegeta was careful in his own way, but he still got lost in the wet warmth of your pussy, slowly pulling out before snapping his hips against you.Â
You moaned uncontrollably, closing your eyes and letting them do as they pleased. You were just so full, completely filled to the brim. With each thrust, they grazed a different sensitive spot inside you that made stars dance behind your lids. Once their pace matched, you couldnât control yourself, getting quickly lost in sweet delight.Â
Holding firmly onto your legs, Vegeta got impatient quicker than Goku did, roughly snapping his hips against yours as he grunted, spilling curses every time your walls contracted around his cock.Â
âYou feel so goodâŚâ Goku groaned into your ear, planting an open mouth kiss on your neck.Â
A whimper was your response, breaking into a shaky moan when Goku reached for your clit, stroking it with purpose. Vegeta huffed, slapping Gokuâs hand away and pressing his thumb against your sensitive bud instead.Â
âVegeta!â Goku whined. You didnât exactly know why he was whimpering, if it was because Vegeta slapped his hand away, or because their pace has gotten uneven.Â
âShut up, Iâm making her cum first.âÂ
You would have otherwise complained about them arguing about that in the moment, when you were so close, but you were always left speechless. You didnât want Vegeta to stop stroking your clit; little jolts of pleasure made you shudder every time he circled his thumb just right.Â
It was embarrassing how fast you have gotten to the edge of an orgasm. Every single time they were both inside you, it was unbelievable how easy it was for you to reach your peak.Â
Goku had his arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you as if you might disappear if he were to stop touching you; Vegeta was relentless, thrusting into you with aggression as he dug his fingers into your thigh. They were both uneven, a sign of their own impending orgasm. Groans, pants and mewls filled the room, the sounds and smell of sex making you even more wet than ever.Â
It was just so easy and you couldnât help yourself, as your vision turned white and your body started to quiver, to tip over the edge.
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praising and thigh riding with angela lopez??
Mommy? sorry. Mommy? sorry.
Angela Lopez x gn!reader
A/N: No mention of amy gendered genitals. 18+. Minors dni. Another not proofread drabble. Also, this is really only like my second time ever writing for a fem character, so bare with me if it's shit lol. enjoy :)
You'd maybe been a little bratty that day. She was working from home, and you were desperate for her attention. How could you not be? You'd managed to pull the most beautiful woman in the world. All day, all you could think about was her. You were alone, in your house, together. But she had still managed to have work to do. You went into her office every chance you got. Obviously you brought her all three meals for the day, but in between those, you kept her water glass and coffee mug refilled. You brought her a snack. You just had to show her a funmy puppy video. Anything to just have a few minutes. And, of course, you prolonged each interaction, kissing on her neck from behind, squeezing her shoulders that stayed so constantly tense. "Almost done yet?" You asked after your millionth time in the office today. "No. I've had a very distracting partner all day." She deadpanned, raising an eyebrow at you.
"Mm, can't help it when I have the most gorgeous woman in the world in my home." You mumbled as you buried your face in her neck, kissing down on that sensitive spot because, believe it or not, the great Angela LĂłpez does have a weak spot. Your hands knead her shoulders once more before taveling down her arms, sneaking their way over her breasts, giving them a squeeze. She slaps your wrists, causing you to pull away completely.
"Who said you could touch?" She asked, crossing her arms as she gave you the look once more. That look made you absolutely melt. You'd do anything for you if she gave you that look and that tone.
"Sorry- I just. I need you." You practically begged, looking at her with puppy dog eyes. She just smirked at your reddened cheeks before saving and closing out the tab she had been working on.
"Well, maybe I would've been done earlier if someone hadn't come in every 5 minutes." She said, spinning the chair around to fully face you. She patted her lap, signaling for you to sit. You immediately obeyed, wasting no time as you took your spot.
"You really need me that bad, huh?" She asked, feeling the heat emitting from your core. You nodded eagerly, hips grinding down as you waited for any kind of friction to come your way.
"Well, go for it, honey. Get yourself off." She challenged, leaning back in the seat. You looked at her confused before she nodded down to her thigh slotted between your legs.
"Go ahead. If you're so desperate, you won't have any trouble getting yourself off." She smirked, flexing her thigh muscle against you.
"Oh please-" You choked at the feeling as began slowly grinding your hips again her thigh.
"That's it, honey. Just like that." She encouraged, hands going to your hips to guide you. She picked up your pace, making sure to keep your hips angled. "C'mon, bebĂŠ. Keep going."
A rubber band formed in your stomach, slowly twisting as you desperately rubbed your crotch against her thigh. "Angela- please. More" You moaned out, wanting more.
"Nope. Not until you get yourself off." She stood her ground as you whined, your thighs trembling as the rubber band only twisted tighter.
You whimpered as you angled your hips a little more, trying to find that sweet spot as you moved faster against him. It wasn't long before that rubber band had become so wound up that it was ready to snap.
"Doing such a good job," She said, almost patronizing. "So sweet for me." She praised, peppering kisses pver your face.
"Close, huh? Gonna cum for me? Go on, sweet thing, cum for me." She coaxed, nibbling on your earlobe as your hips stuttered.
It was a full stop as you groaned out, hips bucking and core throbbing as you made a thorough mess of yourself. "Good job, did such a good job for me." She praised, gently petting your hair as you came down from your high.
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No Mercy
week 4!!! let's fucking go!!!
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Summary: Adam gets enough of you mouthing off during training and picks a fight. Tags: hate sex, oral sex (male receiving), fighting
You knew Adam was getting a little sick of you- but what was the point in being part of his special inner circle of angels if you couldnât have a little fun with it?
You had mouthed off to him again, and in all honestly you felt that it was a fair question; what did he even do during the exterminations while everyone else was causing mayhem? From what you heard from the others when you joined the ranks, he usually just flitted around watching the carnage or hovered near the portal back to Heaven without contributing anything himself. So after weeks of asking during training, despite the lieutenant telling you in no uncertain terms to drop it, you finally phrased it a little differently.
âWhat, are you too weak to actually participate?â
You knew he wasnât. You could see the muscles that flexed beneath his robes while he watched the girls training, the unparalleled power in his wings when he brought them out. Sometimes it just felt good to stir a reaction out of him, to have a strong emotion aimed your way from a powerful being. And yeah, maybe you were hoping a little bit that the constant questioning would eventually prompt him to give you and the rest of the girls a show- you werenât the only one that thought your commander was sexy as sin, and a casual show of strength would send everyone through the roof.
Perhaps this was a step too far though.
Lute audibly gasped, as did the rest of your squadron. âRecruit, that is unacceptable,â she hissed, and took a step forward to reprimand you when a large hand on her shoulder stopped her in her place.
âRelax, Danger Tits. Iâll handle it. All of you- clear out.â His mask is calm, aloof, but you can see the twitch of the graphics on his eyes that betray his true emotions. He was pissed.
With no one else daring to question him, everyone including Lute was gone in seconds, leaving only you and Adam on the mats of the training room. He slowly strips his robes off, a simple white tanktop and sweatpants underneath his holy getup. You might have drooled a little at the sight of his bare skin, tendons tensing beneath the surface as he drops the clothing and stretches; he was built like a fucking bear, all compact muscle and wiry hair along his chest and arms, the hint of a stubbly shadow that peeked out beneath the edges of his mask.
Youâre distracted from your observation of him when he tosses a spear your way- not one of the official, angelic spears, but the shitty ones used for training. His own hands were empty. âYou think Iâm weak? Alright, bitch, you fucking asked for it. Come at me.â
You stutter backwards a step, having expected some yelling; not a challenge. âWhat?â
âYou fucking heard me. Swing the goddamn spear.â
Normally you would balk at such a demand- Lute would have your ass if she knew you had swung on Adam even in a joking manner. But Adam looked like he meant business, and he was technically a higher ranking commanding officer than Lute, soâŚ
You swing the spear at him the way you had been taught to take down larger demons- aim for extremities to disarm first, and then go for a killing blow. He dodges with a simple turn of his heel, using his fingers in a âcome onâ motion and urging you to swing again. But as soon as the spear is within Adamâs reach he has a hold of it, tugging hard from the tip- the force of the action drags you closer to him so he can spew bullshit at you. âYou think Iâm fucking weak?â He presses a finger to your shoulder and pushes, sending you tumbling back and tripping over yourself to the floor. His grip on the spear tightens with a sickening crunch before he lets it clatter to the ground looking like kindling. âMe? Iâm the whole reason youâre here, bitch, and you think you have any business to fucking question me?â He squares his feet, arms lifted in front of him like a shield. âCome on! Youâre tough enough to talk all this shit but you wonât actually fight? Iâll kick you off the squad right fucking now.â
You get up and charge him, managing to get one blow between his arms against his chest before heâs laughing and shoving you back again to land hard on your ass. Again, and this time you donât even get a hit in before he pushes back and you fall. Again. Again. He shows you no mercy every time he knocks you to your ass, laughing like itâs a game and hardly even using his strength to push you around. You climb to your feet this time, and the first true whisper of anger curls around your head like smoke to combat the faint heat you feel at being the sole focus of his attention with no one else around to witness it. He hadnât even broken a sweat, while your breath was coming hard, sweat dripping down your face from the exertion. You feel your face set into a snarl as you rush him this time, swinging a leg instead of your fist and aiming below the belt.
Bad sportsmanship maybe, but so was laughing in your face every time you failed to strike him.
It doesnât matter- he catches your leg behind the knee like he had caught the spear, pulls you closer in a similar fashion, and wraps a hand around your throat. His wings open up behind him, and in a move so quick youâre not entirely sure how it happened, heâs managed to flip the pair of you into the air and slam you hard into the ground.
The air is knocked out of you, something not helped by the hand that rests on your airways, and the motion has dislodged Adamâs mask- he shakes his head to fling it off, and youâre greeted with his actual face, scruffy and rugged and too handsome for how close your bodies are- and you were right about how easy this was for him, not the slightest hint of moisture along his hairline. Adrenaline courses in your veins, demanding movement and action that you canât attempt with Adamâs weight settled on top of you, still holding the leg he had caught at an uncomfortable angle hear his hip. It mixes dangerously with the arousal youâve felt this entire time, making you want to do something stupid and telling like rubbing yourself against one of his thick thighs while he squeezed softly at your neck.
âLow blow to go for my dick,â he admonishes as he lets go of your leg and it slams back to the ground. âAll that trash you talk and look how fucking easy it was to get you pinned under me. Still think Iâm fucking weak?â His fingers flutter around your throat as he repositions, the action sending a blush racing to your face and spreading to your collarbone. He doesnât miss it, a cruel smirk taking over his handsome features while he looks down at you. âSo thatâs the deal, huh? You just wanted a fucking excuse for me to manhandle you a little bit? You kinky bitch.â
âFuck you,â you snap at him, trying to turn your blushing face away, and he releases a single finger from the grip around your neck to dig into your cheek and turn you back to face him. The move is such a casual show of his strength that it makes you swallow hard, unable to clench your thighs together with him between them.
âYou wish,â he laughs, his eyes bright and mischievous, and he uses his free hand to grab the length of his cock through his sweatpants, a dark patch where the tip rested against the fabric. âShit, knowing youâre getting off on this is hot as fuck- but being a mouthy brat doesnât get you fucking rewarded, so hereâs what weâre gonna do.â He finally releases your throat, allowing you to suck in a lung full of air while he stands before he offers a hand to you. He only helps you up from the mat as far as your knees before he pulls away, crossing his arms over his burly chest. âYouâre either gonna leave- and stop fucking questioning me during training, or I really will kick you off the team- or youâre gonna put that fucking mouth of yours to good use for once."
Like there was any question about that.Â
You settle more comfortably onto your knees and wait, but he doesnât do anything more than pulling his waistband down below his cock and stroking it in front of you. And fuck, it was going to be a generous mouthful, the girth of him impressive even in Adamâs huge hands, if he ever got around to doing anything about it. âAre you going to do something with that,â you snark, and his eyes narrow. âOr do you have to wait for the women in your life to do everything for you-â
He takes the opportunity your open mouth presents him and thrusts his hips forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, triggering the muscles there to clench hard before he retreats until just the tip is left in your mouth. âI was hoping youâd take some fucking initiative,â he snaps, âbut I guess just like with the fighting youâre all bark and no bite. If you want me to just use you like a fucking slut then thatâs what Iâll do.â
He applies the slightest bit of pressure to the hinge of your jaw to get you to open up wider, and this time his entry is slow and controlled as he fills your mouth with the heavy weight of his cock, the taste of him salty and dark across your tongue. You moan around him, the sound unable to escape with how fully he takes up the space between your lips, and the vibrations make his hips jerk.
You reach a hand up to wrap around the substantial length that you donât have in the wet cavern of your mouth yet, and he reprimands you with a harsh tug on your hair. When you glare up at him, he smirks; his golden eyes are a little glazed over, a flushed tint to his cheeks. âNo fucking hands,â he tells you. âYou got yourself into this with just your mouth, thatâs how youâre gonna get out of it, too.â He keeps his grip on your locks to guide your head, pulling you further down onto his cock with a guttural groan tearing from his throat. Your own throat tenses at the intrusion, a blockage of your air from the inside rather than the out, and your eyes water at the strain of trying to breathe through your nose before he pulls out enough that you can breathe again.
Itâs so fucking good. You donât think he would react kindly to you slipping a hand under your training shorts so you refrain from doing so, instead simply rocking your hips against nothing while you let him use you to take out his frustrations- fair enough, since you had caused them.
Adam keeps a steady rhythm while he fucks your face, your mouth open and lax for him to use as he pleases; only occasionally does he push in a little further, letting the head of his cock dip into the wet clutch of your throat and bump against your soft palate. âThatâs fucking right,â he pants as he notices the tears that stream down your cheeks- he uses the thumb of the hand still holding your mouth open to brush an errant drop away from your cheekbone. âYou look good like this- fuck, I would have let you choke on my cock sooner if I knew thatâs what was gonna finally shut you the fuck up.â You feel the thick vein along the bottom of his length jump with his words where it rubs against your tongue and you know heâs close, the thought of it making you whine around him.
He grunts at the feeling, hips losing their steady movements and his hand tightening in your hair, yanking your head forward and back over him- and then he pulls completely out suddenly, his fist clenched tight around the base of his cock. âSay you fucking want it,â he demands, tugging your hair so your heads tilts enough that you have nowhere to look but at him. Sweat drips down his forehead and chest, darkening the fabric of his shirt so you can see the coarse hair beneath it. âSay you want my cum and maybe Iâll give it to you, even though you donât fucking derserve it. Come on.â He bumps the head of his cock against your lips and your tongue darts out to greet it, the shock of salt across your tongue enough to break your resolve.Â
âPlease,â you whisper desperately, your voice raspy and rough from how long Adam had been at it. âFuck, please, Adam-â
âYou gonna stop fucking talking back to me? Questioning me?â His hand resumes a slow stroke, the tip glistening with fluid that drips onto the mats below you when he pulls away from your eager tongue.
Fuck no. Not when this was the result it got you. âNot in front of the rest of the squad?â You offer as a compromise, and you can see him considering it before he relents. He wanted your mouth back on him more than he wanted a promise of peace- and honestly, you think he kind of likes the sass.
He parts your lips with his prick again, pushing deep with a single thrust. âIâll take it,â he groans, and his hips are pistoning once again, not being as careful about not choking this time as he chases his release with the slick hole your mouth provides him. âFuck, Iâm gonna fucking cum- fuck, yes-â
He swells in your mouth and spills himself. Thereâs a couple hot pulses of spend that shoot down your throat and coat your tongue, the last couple of shots streaking across your face and lips when he pulls back, still fisting his cock to coax the last drops out and onto your lips.
The taste is thick and bitter, lingering long after youâve swallowed. But youâve never been so turned on in your life, the ache between your thighs transforming into an inferno at the look he gives you, still rocking your hips against the air. He drops to his knees on the mat with you, shoving his hand under the waistband of your training shorts and tracing the folds of your pussy with his thick fingers. âFuck me, thatâs hot,â he mutters. âYou got like this just letting me toss you around and suck me off, huh? You want my fingers?â You nod, face flaming, and he brushes the pad of a digit across your clit, your hips jolting. âYou want my cock?â
âPlease,â you murmur, the sound soft, your head dropping onto his shoulder. âPlease, Adam.â
His head turns, lips against your ear as he whispers- âthatâs too fucking bad.â And then his hand is yanking out of your shorts and heâs standing, the movement dislodging your head against his shoulder and tipping you sideways onto the mat. From your vantage point on the floor, you see that cocky smirk of his is back in place despite the sweat that drips from his hairline, the flush of his cheeks after a damn good orgasm. âFucking told you in the beginning that being a mouthy brat doesnât get rewarded- you have fun taking care of that yourself.â He points finger-guns towards your shorts before bringing the hand he had dipped into your panties to his mouth, and the sputter of indignation you manage doesnât get much farther than your throat as he sucks your slick from his digits with a mean wink. âLetâs try this again sometime when you learn how to show some respect to your fucking superiors.â
By the time youâve managed to get yourself back into a somewhat upright position, heâs scooped his mask and robes off the floor and flown out of the training room. The slam of the door echoes in the now empty space, along with your frustrated groan as you fall onto your back.
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Kinktober 2024 Day 4: Sampo x Reader
Rating: R-18+
Word Count: 7082
Warnings: afab!reader, Silvermane Guard reader, size difference, age difference, handcuffs, cunnilingus, cumming untouched, cum in pants đ¤ dubcon, piv, mentioned stomach distention
A/N: So I'll fully admit that part of what went into this was me being petty lol ofc I was excited to write for Sampo again anyway, but I got a comment on the first fic I did for him that accused the reader of being underage. When she most certainly was not. If that was the angle I was going for, trust me, you'd know about it. So I played up the size difference big time in this one and made our reader a sweet little virgin for him to take advantage of đ¤
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Itâs not every day that Sampo Koski finds himself on the sharp end of a Silvermane Guardâs short sword and for that he has to give you credit.Â
The fact youâd managed to track him down at all, let alone way out at the far edge of the old abandoned city is impressive enough on its own. Not many could have accomplished even that much. But to then face him by yourself rather than calling for backup?Â
Well, it looked to him like you were just chomping at the bit to sink your teeth into some trouble.Â
âIâve got you cornered now, you crook. Make any sudden movements and Iâll run you through. Youâre under arrest.âÂ
That was all well and good, but as he looks down the length of your very pointy sword he understands why it's not one of the standard issue halberds youâve got pointed at his face. You were tiny in comparison to him and hardly the sort of girl heâd call intimidating. He could probably take you, sword or no sword. In fact heâs sure he can, considering he mustâve had at least a hundred pounds on you easy, and yet ⌠the clear glint of challenge in your eyes makes him reconsider that choice. Although heâd come out on top eventually that didnât mean he wouldnât suffer a few puncture wounds for it along the way and he isnât quite convinced he can afford that price. Getting into a tussle with you probably wasnât worth it.Â
Feigning defeat, he lets out a heavy, long suffering sigh and slowly lets go of the bag full of smoke bombs sitting on top of the rickety old table. Just as any good con man knows when to quit while heâs ahead, Sampo recognized that now was the right time to throw in the towel. He could always figure something out further down the road, after youâd put your little sword safely away.
And besides. You did strike him as someone who might be fun to play with for a while.Â
So he harmlessly lifts his hands up in what should have been the universal gesture of surrender but you jolt as if heâd just reached for a loaded gun. The blade aggressively bobs with the involuntary flex of muscle and nearly takes off the end of his nose, surprising an undignified squawk out of him. A bit on edge, yeesh.Â
âAlright, alright. Letâs just calm down and take a few deep breaths, okay? You could really hurt someone waving that thing around like that!âÂ
âBe quiet!â You hiss up at him.Â
Keeping your weapon leveled at the center of his face, you take a step forward as if to close the distance but heâs quick to scuttle back a pace. Itâs not like he really had much of a choice, your eyes flashing dangerously as you follow after him.Â
âDo not even think about trying to escape, you damned nuisance. In the name of the Amber Lord and under order of the Supreme Guardian, Iâm taking you into custody.âÂ
âSure thing, missy. I hear yaâ loud and clear!â He says, trying to laugh it off even as he dances back on his toes to keep at a safe distance. If he just maintained his cool long enough youâd eventually let your guard down. Probably. âBut youâre not going to have anyone to arrest if you poke me full of holes! Say, hereâs an idea. How about you put that oversized butter knife away and then weâll talk this out, hm?âÂ
âAs if I have anything to say to the likes of you.âÂ
âOooh, come on. Donât be like that.â His hapless chuckling abruptly cuts off with a not entirely feigned gulp when he backs all the way up into the wall. With nowhere else to go, Sampo can only tip his head back with a dull thump against the aged and decaying wood when you bring the end of your sword so close that he almost goes cross eyed trying to track its movement. Â
Sure, heâd admit you were good and evidently not the sort of person who would make the mistake of underestimating a much bigger opponent just because you had him at sword point but that didnât mean you wouldnât slip up eventually. He just needed to bide his time, pick his cards right and do what he always does best.Â
Playing the fool.Â
âOkay, look! Iâm ever so sorry for whatever crime you think I may have committed to make you come after me like this,â He croons in his most convincing, well practiced tone of solicitation. âBut Iâm sure this is all just one big misunderstanding. If youâd just give me a chance to explain myself I think weâll get this sorted out in no time and then we can both be on our merry ways. Come on! That only sounds fair, doesnât it?âÂ
Eyes narrowing up at him, you haughtily lift your chin as if in outright defiance of his entreatment. âYou are not entitled to fairness after all the scams and cons youâve pulled on other people, you blue demon. Iâm afraid I have no pity to spare for you this time.âÂ
âI can see that.â Sorely grumbling under his breath, Sampo drops his attention down and to the side to fix on a seemingly random spot on the floor. He can see you shifting slightly at his peripheral, restless and maybe just a little nervous now that you were face to face with the supposed scourge of Belobog. Although it was obvious you were well trained you were still just a bit too naive and trusting if you were really going to fall for that old trick.Â
âAs long as you cooperate and donât make this any harder than it needs to be,â You intone, indeed reading his body language as that of defeat. âThings will be much easier for you in the long run. Iâve got you cornered with nowhere to go. Just give up and come peacefully.âÂ
Slowly taking one of your hands off the hilt, you reach back with a careful motion for something in your supplies pack. He has a few guesses what it might be, of course, but you donât quite make it that far. Sampo spots his chance when the backward stretch of your arm pulls your gravity off center just so to make you redistribute your weight more on the left leg than the right. Itâs slight enough to be almost imperceptible to the average man but average man Sampo Koski is not.Â
His arm snaps up to grab at your outstretched wrist like a striking serpent, your eyes going big and round when he redirects your sword away from him with a smoothly controlled jerk. Your reaction time is quick though and you start to bring your other hand back around to restore your grip. The following rush of motion happens so fast that most of it is just adrenaline fueled muscle memory on his part.Â
Blindly reaching for you with his opposite hand, Sampo pushes off from the wall so he can use his greater size to spin you, effectively trading places. He shoves you back with a bit more force than heâd intended to and the resulting thump makes the old rafters rattle in protest. The impact seems to force all the air from your lungs, momentarily stunning you, and he takes quick advantage of that opportunity to snag your other wrist so he can slam it back against the groaning wall. At the same time, he presses into you with his weight to fully pin you there and stop you from struggling, effectively trapping you in place.Â
Itâs over in an instant.Â
Letting out a faintly shuddering breath, Sampo tips his chin down to look at your face. Glaring right back at him, you visibly gnash your teeth and try to push back on his hold with your sword hand but itâs no use. Not only is he bigger and stronger than you, but heâs heavier too. Just as heâd expected then. You were a bit too undersized to take him on.Â
âGuess you should have called for backup, eh?â He teases you, letting his mouth curl into a sleazy grin that just seems to further grate on your nerves, given the way you make a wild attempt to thrash yourself free.Â
In truth he finds it rather cute for all of five seconds until your desperate twisting brings one of your knees up a little too close to his crotch. His smile drops immediately, and he quickly wedges his thigh into the space between your legs to further limit your range of movement. Couldnât have you incapacitating him that easily, now could he?Â
And the sharp gasp you pull in at the nudge delights him to no end, especially when you go stockstill between him and the wall. The startled look on your face is priceless and he canât quite stop himself from cooing at you as he dips his head down to get a better view. Such a pretty thing for a Silvermane. It seemed a real shame that you were wasting all your time and energy putting yourself in danger for nothing more than a few cheap medals of honor. Perhaps he could change that though.Â
âNow, now. Thereâs no need for all this nonsense, is there? If youâd wanted a piece of olâ Sampo Koski so bad, all you needed to do was ask. Iâm not so cruel and cold hearted to deny a cute little thing like you.âÂ
Even through two layers of clothes, both his and yours, he can feel the vague sensation of your pussy squeezing against his thigh. It makes his cock twitch in fast growing interest as he wonders what your cunt must look like, what it tastes like. And although itâs hard to tell through the uniform, he suspected your tits were big and juicy too, given the way they heavily shift under your clothes when you give a weak jerk against his hold. Oh, but he couldnât wait to help himself to you.Â
First though ⌠âWhy donât you go ahead and drop that sword for me, sweetheart? Hm? Be a dear, wonât you?âÂ
âBastard - -!âÂ
Obviously you werenât going to willingly give up the fight anytime soon, so he makes careful work of readjusting his hold on your wrist. Sampoâs hand greatly dwarves yours just as the rest of him does and itâs easy for him to twist it at just the right angle to make your fingers go lax. With a wordless cry from you, the blade noisily clatters to the ground which he quickly uses his other foot to kick away. Reluctantly going still, you shoot him a wary, guarded look that brings the smile back to his face.Â
âThere. Thatâs much better, isnât it? Now if youâll just relax a little bit we can - -â
His grip on you barely eases up for a second and youâre yanking your hand free with a violent lurch to smack him right across the face. The hit itself does more to surprise him than any pain that might come with it, and his head jerks to the side with a dramatic âoof!â Â
So impressed by your gumption, he doesnât immediately react so you have enough time to twist in his hold and slam your boot into the back of his knee. He crumples just like that, hitting the ground at your feet, but youâre quick to follow him down.Â
Throwing yourself across his back, you frantically grab at his arms to yank on them and heâs so bemused by the whole thing that he just lets it happen. It takes a great deal of effort on his part not to outright laugh when he was getting such a kick out of this, instead playing along with a series of lilting grunts and âow, ow, owâs that he hopes are sufficiently convincing. What an interesting woman who would choose to wrestle with a man double her size after sheâd already been unarmed. He couldnât wait to see what youâd do next.Â
Panting heavily, you at last manage to get his arms wrenched behind him and you dig your knee into his spine to force Sampo all the way down on the dirty floor. He can hear you fumbling with your pack as much as he feels it when youâre sitting on top of him, but this he just lets happen as well.Â
And with a sudden, triumphant exclamation of victory, you viciously snap a set of handcuffs around his wrists to secure them in place.Â
As you start to ease off him with a shuddering sigh of relief, he gives his fingers an experimental wriggle to flex his arms and test the give. Nice and tight. Ah well. It wasnât the first or last time he was going to find himself in this predicament.Â
âThere. Iâve got you now.â You wheeze, gingerly climbing to your feet to stand over him. Moving forward, you reach down to fist your hands in his shirt and roughly yank him up. He almost decides to give you a hard time about it but youâre doing such a good job that he doesnât quite have the heart to make this any harder for you, so he helpfully gets one of his long legs under him so he can push himself to sit upright on the floor.Â
Craning his neck back, Sampo looks up at you with a sly Cheshire Cat grin although it evidently is not the kind of expression youâd been hoping for after all that. With a bothered hiss between your teeth, you bend down to shove at his broad shoulders and force him back against the wall before straightening again.Â
Youâre still trying to catch your breath when you take a step back to survey your handiwork. Taking advantage of his first opportunity to do so, he appreciatively drags his attention over your vibrating body to take note of everything and commit it all to memory. The Silvermane uniforms were not designed for women, hence why so many altered theirs to better suit their needs and mobility, but youâd left yours almost completely unchanged. It was hard to get a good idea of the figure you were hiding underneath all the layers, but he was confident it would be good. His intuition rarely ever steered him wrong on such matters.Â
âSo,â He says at last, keeping his tone friendly and conversational. âYouâve caught me. Congratulations. What are you going to do now?âÂ
Shooting him a wary look, you bring a gloved hand up to wipe a bead of sweat off your cheek where it had started to run down. âWhat do you mean? Iâm taking you back to Belobog and throwing you in jail where you belong. Iâd think that should be obvious by now.âÂ
âEh, sure. You could do that, and Iâll even admit it would be the logical thing to do. But donât you think thereâs something else you could do instead? A far more fun and exciting secret option that I can see you havenât thought of yet.âÂ
Brows knitting in genuine confusion, you look down at him like heâs just sprouted a second head. âHave you gone mad? I have no idea what youâre trying to say, you big oaf.âÂ
Allowing his grin to take on a sharper, more pointed edge, Sampo gives his shoulders a meaningful shrug as he tips his head to one side. âOoh, are you really that naive or are you just pretending not to know what kind of position Iâm in right now? Well, Iâll tell you something, little miss Silvermane Guard. You canât fool me. I know good and well how you reacted when I had you pinned you up against the wall a moment ago and now Iâm completely at your mercy. So why donât you just help yourself? I wonât even put up a fight, promise.âÂ
He throws you a saucy wink, and you immediately choke on a sharp intake of air as you reel back. Honestly heâd think it a bit dramatic if it werenât for the way your expression darkens with unmistakable fluster and embarrassment, clueing him in that you werenât simply playing up the innocent maiden schtick to keep your pride.Â
And his brows take a very expeditious trip up to his hairline with that realization. âDonât tell me ⌠you really hadnât thought about it? Oh me, oh my, could it be youâre actually a virgin standing before me in the flesh? You poor thing.âÂ
âO - of course not, you fiend! How dare you speak to me like this!âÂ
âBut if thatâs true then ⌠surely you must not have any problem making a wager with me, hm? I mean, if youâre so experienced and knowledgeable in the ways of the adult world thereâs no way Iâd win, right?âÂ
His smirk grows when your eyes widen to the approximate size of dinner plates, just staring down at him like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. Oh, but this was too rich. Youâre doing a horrible job of pretending like you were at all comfortable with the direction this has gone and he can see his window to strike gradually revealing itself. You would have been easy enough to sucker in just about any other situation, especially for someone of his caliber, but like this? When he already had you so rattled and disoriented? This was going to be like taking candy from a baby.Â
âI can see I have your attention.â He goes on, speaking in a slow, confident drawl now. âHow about it then? Iâll even give you the advantage by promising to only use my mouth. No hands or â other extremities, just to keep it fair.âÂ
You look like you just might faint dead away as you surreptitiously glance down at his lap before snapping your attention back up with a wordless cry. âW - what are you even talking about? Why do you think Iâm going to strike a deal with a criminal like you, Sampo Koski?âÂ
âAh, so you do remember my name.â He graciously inclines his chin, every bit the performer at home on his stage even for an audience of one. âAnd I know youâre going to strike a deal with me because I can tell just how hot and bothered youâre getting from over here. You havenât been able to stop thinking about your pussy since I pinned you to the wall, have you? Yeah, thought so. Alright. Hereâs the deal, sweetheart. Give me five minutes, thatâs all I ask. Just give me a chance to rock your world and if I can't make you scream for me in that time you win. Iâll go along peacefully with you back to Belobog. You wonât even hear another peep out of me the whole way, scouts honor.âÂ
âWha ⌠and if you win?âÂ
âThen youâll take these handcuffs off and let me use my hands for a little while.âÂ
Squeaking shyly at the salacious waggle of his brows, you quickly turn away from him to look elsewhere. He watches you fidget and squirm for a drawn out moment, clearly wracked by indecision while he patiently waits to find out what youâll choose. It was a bit of a gamble, sure, but he was no stranger to low odds bets and he was relatively confident youâd take the bait. After all, carting him all the way back to Belobog by yourself would be no easy task.Â
And just as heâd expected, the promise of having a willing captive eventually wins out against your common sense and you slowly turn back around towards him. Your eyes stay downcast, preferring to look at the floor rather than at him, but that doesnât particularly bother him much.Â
Especially not when you bring your hands forward to hover at about waist level, uncertainty and nerves making you hesitate.Â
âShould I just âŚâÂ
Breathing out a terse sigh through his nose, Sampo bumps his head back to rest against the wall with a knowing smirk. âThatâs right. Slide your pants down and come here.âÂ
You look like youâre going to back out after all for the stretch of a single heartbeat but then you seem to hastily gather your resolve, mouth settling into a firm line when you reach down to fumble with the front of your slacks. The pristine white fabric slouches around your hips as soon as you get them unfastened but you stubbornly keep them held up while you shuffle forward to stand before him.Â
Still smiling, Sampo inquisitively cocks his head to one side and you glare at him as if in warning before at last shoving your pants down to pool around the boots theyâre tucked into. Your panties quickly follow suit to leave you bare from the waist down and nervously fussing with the bottom hem of your uniform jacket which you tug at to cover yourself. Itâs plainly obvious that youâre a mess of nerves, not at all comfortable with being even partially naked in front of another like youâd wanted him to believe, but that was all right. Heâd fix that soon enough.Â
âCloser.â He murmurs, coaxing you with a grin. âI canât reach you like this. No hands, remember?âÂ
You suck in a rough breath and hold it in your chest for a harrowing moment.Â
Abruptly squeezing your eyes shut, you yank the front of your jacket up and shuffle into the space between his bent knees to offer your cunt to him. And Sampo immediately feels his mouth start to water when he gets his first good look at you just a hair's breadth from his face.Â
The curls framing your pussy look soft and ticklish, a perfect place to lose himself in, and your inner thighs are soft with a welcoming pudge that begs to be squeezed. Heâd have to save that for later though, and he gives his lips a quick swipe with his tongue before leaning up to dip his mouth close.Â
âSuch a pretty girl,â He says, low and husky, to make sure you can feel his breath wafting against your skin before he actually touches you. âI donât understand how youâve possibly gone this long without having anyone eat you out but itâs okay. Iâm here to remedy that for you. Just relax for me, alright?âÂ
At your flustered little whimper, assuring him you were doing everything but relaxing, Sampo places a lingering kiss to the curls that pad your cunt. He takes his time with it as he slowly works his way down to the apex of your mound where the fleshy seam starts and he gets his first taste of you with a quick flick of his tongue. You jolt as if heâd just electrocuted you via static shock, swaying on your feet. But you stay right where you are, which he had to give you props for, merely squeezing your thighs as if to shut him out.Â
Tipping his head at an angle, he presses up into the tight, hot space to startle a mouse squeak out of you. The insistent nudge of his mouth forces you to adjust your footing for balance and you reluctantly shuffle into a wider stance as he buries his face in you. His olfactory senses are immediately overwhelmed with the smell of your cunt, your taste where it settles on the back of his tongue. Slightly bitter and salty, and yet so incredibly flavored with sweet notes of arousal that he was sure to remember it for as long as he might live.Â
His cock eagerly flexes in his pants to push up at the zipper as if trying to escape on its own accord while he continues to nuzzle into you, kissing and licking at fleshy lips to part them. Each lap of his tongue brings a fresh taste of you with it and he quickly realizes just how wet you really are as he worms his way into the slick crease of your body. It was clear he excited you way more than you were willing to let on and that pleases him a great deal. No wonder heâd been able to feel your pussy clenching on his thigh if this was how sensitive you were.Â
âOohh, thatâs - -!â You cut off with a flustered gasp when his tongue at last nudges your clit, a barely there, featherlight caress, but still more than enough to make you judder for him. How cute. He wasnât even going to need five minutes at this rate.Â
Grinning into your cunt, Sampo undulates his wet tongue up to massage over that tender little button just gently enough to let you acclimate to the sensation. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off by going in too hard too fast but, to his continued delight, you warm up to it quickly enough. He can feel the shift in your body language when you start to relax into it, shyly jutting your hips out to better offer your pussy to his mouth. And you just keep getting stickier and stickier for him, saliva mixing with slippery arousal to leave your slit a mess with the viscous gossamar.Â
He can barely contain his own excitement when he at last starts to lick you in earnest, flicking his tongue up to swipe through fleshy creases and folds, bumping against your swollen clit head on. You beautifully jerk in response, hands fisting the bottom of your jacket into a wrinkled mess until you at last give in to the urge to reach for him.Â
Your fingers feel heavenly in his hair as you grab onto his head, even when they fiercely shake because of what heâs doing to you. Whining low in your throat, you again start to fidget and twist your pelvis as if to escape the onslaught of his attention and yet ⌠you donât actually move to pull away nor do you shove at him. You just stand there and take it while Sampo batters your poor little clit back and forth before finally sealing his lips around you to suckle.Â
That seems to make your knees almost give out, and you mewl a sensitive sound into the otherwise still and silent building when you weakly rock against him, clutching his hair so tight he thinks you might actually pull it out. Oh well, though. It would be well worth it once he won this little wager and got to put his hands on you.Â
âOh! Nnghnn ⌠gods, thatâs âŚâ
He suddenly pulls his head back with a loud, wet, obnoxious smack of his lips.Â
Chuckling softly under his breath at your frazzled whine, Sampo tips his head back to look up at you again. âAmazing? Wonderful? The best gosh darn feeling youâve ever experienced? Well, little miss Silvermane Guard, are you still feeling so confident now?âÂ
You shoot him a deeply embarrassed look accompanied with a soft, helpless whimper that rushes straight to his cock. It was clear enough that you didnât know how to fully process any of this and you werenât confident enough to take the lead either, to use him for your own pleasure like he so wished you would, but that was alright. He was keen to teach you a thing or two before this bet was finished.Â
âDo me a favor,â He husks, spreading his legs wider out across the floor to lessen some of the uncomfortable strain in his pants. âTurn around and back up on me. Hey, donât look at me like that! Itâs not so strange a request, is it? Itâll still feel good, I promise.âÂ
âB - but thatâs - -âÂ
âA great idea, of course!â He cuts you off with a playful wink. âJust trust me. You wonât regret it.âÂ
War wages across your face for a drawn out moment while you try to parse through this no doubt confusing situation. Itâs a difficult thing to do though when your pussy was coated in slick and sticky saliva, begging for more attention that he wasnât going to give you until you either complied or made him.Â
He would have been perfectly happy with the latter, truth be told, but ultimately the former wins out. You were just needy enough not to let common sense cloud your judgment and you stiffly disengage from him so you can shuffle back half a step.Â
Hands reaching down to hike up the back of your jacket as you spin around, showing off your (frankly amazing) ass, you nervously glance over your shoulder at him for further instruction. âLike this?âÂ
âYeah, thatâs right. Now back up, and donât be shy about it. Pretend like youâre going to sit on my face, mmkayâ?âÂ
You give him an exceedingly strange look before clearly deciding it wasnât worth it to question him any further. He could see the flustered resignation in your expression even from where he was sitting, and he draws an anticipatory breath to brace himself when you finally start to nudge back on him.Â
If heâd had the use of his hands he would have been happy to yank you down and hold you in place no matter how much you squirmed and whined about it, but. Well. We canât have everything we want in life, now can we?Â
Instead he has to make do with watching you slowly inch back towards him, stiff and halting even as his cock restlessly flexes inside his slacks. Unable to take the waiting any longer when you still hesitate at the last moment, he leans forward to meet you halfway and he shoves his face tight into the cradle between your legs, eliciting a startled squeak of surprise from you.Â
But then he opens his mouth wide, dragging his tongue from the starting dimple of your slit all the way up to your entrance where he teases you with the suggestion of penetrating you with it, and you seem to completely forget your initial reticence all at once.
Choking on a half formed moan, you blindly push back on him as you arch your back to better settle your cunt against his mouth and receive his attention. The force of it shoves his head back against the wall with a dull thud, making him groan a heavy sound into you, but itâs not near enough to deter him. Neither is the way you effectively cut off his air supply like this, making it almost impossible for him to breathe save whatever little bit he can pull in from his mouth. If anything it just fuels his own excitement to even greater heights as he hungrily laps at you now, swirling his tongue round and round your clit to leave you uncontrollably twitching against him.Â
And as the seconds continue to tick by in this fashion you become increasingly more fidgety and antsy until youâre all but writhing on his face with stiff, unpracticed swivels of your hips. It smears your cunt across his nose and mouth in the process, the rush that comes with it shooting straight down to his throbbing cock where it pitifully strains against the zipper, in need of a good tug or two. It probably wouldnât have taken a whole lot to have him shooting hot ropes everywhere and he once again finds himself sorely wishing he had his hands.Â
But his inability to touch himself just seems to make it ache all the worse while, conversely, you appear to be enjoying yourself quite a bit despite the dire tinge in your stretched thin voice. Sampo can tell you donât know what to do, how to make any sense of whatâs happening to your body, and it just spurs him on to attack your defenseless clit with even greater ferocity.Â
Burn everything, he couldnât even recall the last time heâd been this hard.Â
And then you say it.Â
A breathless, tiny little, âM - Mister Sampo!â
Thatâs all it takes to make him cum, his hips stiffly rolling against the floor while he creams all over the inside of his underwear. He can hardly breathe through it, grunting a masculine sound into your cunt while the sensation of his fast cooling load bleeds into the front of his pants. In truth heâs so lost in the surge of fast pumping endorphins and potent adrenaline that it takes him a prolonged beat to realize that youâre cumming too.Â
Crying out in pleasure, you shake and judder through your release far longer than he does, sucking in one frantic breath after another while you sensitively squeal his name for the whole building to hear. If this had been anywhere other than the old city the two of you probably would have had a couple of good Samaritanâs running to check what was going on to make a woman cry out like that and heâd quickly find himself on the sharp end of another Silvermane weapon.Â
But luckily you are in the old city, not Belobog, and he slouches back against the wall with a heaving groan when you finally pry yourself away from him, still twitching with the lingering remnants of your orgasm. He only needs to take one look at you, legs trembling like a newborn foal while you try to orient yourself, and he knows what he needs to do.Â
Recovering much quicker than you do, Sampo leans forward even when it just makes his underwear give a wet squish at the change in position and flexes his arms to test the full range of motion allotted to him by the cuffs. They donât even budge but that wasnât a problem. He has enough room to flick his hand up and out, summoning a small blade of wind to slice clean through the metal chain connecting the two links with a barely audible rattle.Â
He quickly brings his hands around and reaches for you, grabbing onto your hips before you can react or even realize whatâs happening. Completely ignoring your squawk of surprise, he yanks you down into his lap to sit on his still achingly rigid cock and he curls himself over you, chuckling softly at the way you gape up at him in barefaced shock.Â
âW - w - wha ââÂ
âOh, did I forget to tell you? Youâll need something a bit stronger than that if you want to keep me locked up. Surprised?âÂ
Keeping one arm secured around your middle, he reaches down with the other to splay his fingers across your rapidly flexing stomach and then drags it lower to dip between your legs. You gasp and twist in his hold, uselessly smacking at whatever part of him you can manage to reach, but itâs all an effort in futility. He already had you trapped in his clutches despite all the squirming, and his gloved finger takes a casual swipe through the creases of your messy cunt to make you jolt.Â
âWell, well, would you look at that. Iâd say I won our little bet, wouldnât you? That means I get to put my hands all over you and ⌠other things too, isnât that right?âÂ
âWait! You canât - - nnghn!âÂ
Tossing your head back when he finds your sopping wet entrance and pushes one finger inside to feel the stretch, you seethe up at the ceiling. Heâs acutely aware of your body trying to reject it and keep him out, but you were much too slippery to stop him even when your thighs valiantly squeeze shut around his hand.Â
âThatâs a tight fit.â He murmurs, perfectly offhand while he makes casual work of slowly thrusting his digit in and out of you. Your pussy softly clicks with the motion, so wet for him that the smooth material of his glove slides easily through your constricting passage. The only response he gets is a sharp, overwrought hiss while you halfheartedly try to shove at his arm.Â
It was likely too soon after your orgasm when the nerves were still vibrating and tender, so he decides to take pity on you at least for the moment. Carefully withdrawing his hand from between your legs, he instead reaches up to yank at all the buttons and latches on your jacket to get that undone too. He couldnât wait to see those tits for himself, and not even all your fitful writhing was enough to deter him from it.Â
You harp at him the whole time of course but Sampo just coos at you to relax while he fumbles to get the inner thermal shirt yanked up around your neck. With his chin tucked over your shoulder he has the perfect vantage point to look down at the soft white bra that holds your breasts in place and he takes a moment to indulgently squeeze at them through the material, kneading the flesh until you finally relent with a harried moan.Â
Only then does he hook his finger into the band and tug it down. Realizing what heâs doing, you make a desperate attempt to swat his hand away but the moment your tits spill out into the air you violently shudder so hard it seems to temporarily immobilize you. Punchdrunk and dazed, you reluctantly allow your head to loll back against his shoulder as he sets his sights on the stiff, pebbled peaks of your nipples.Â
âWhat do you know, Sampo Koskiâs intuition is always right it seems.â He murmurs, quite pleased with himself as he tweaks one of the buds to leave you moaning in his lap. âI had a feeling these were going to be nice and juicy. Are you sure no oneâs ever played with these before? You look like youâre enjoying this âŚâÂ
You give a weak, faltering little mewl in response, tense fingers digging into his forearm where youâre clutching onto him for dear life. Chuckling a husky sound into your neck, he nuzzles against you to kiss and nip at the vulnerable skin there before slowly working his way up. Still idly toying with your nipples, pinching and pulling at them, he brushes his mouth across your cheek to finally claim those kissable lips for himself.Â
And you let him do it, groaning hotly into his mouth while he kisses you deeply and lays total claim on your person. There isnât an inch of you that he wonât have touched by the time he was done, and the knowledge that he was undeniably going to be your first fills him with a sick sense of pride. The signs were all there, even if he did tease you contrarily. And oh, how he was going to wreck you for any other man. It would always be him who you thought of, comparing everyone else to the so-called crook who so expertly turned your own body against you on the floor of an abandoned building in the old city, and wasnât that just the greatest punchline of all?Â
âAre you gonnaâ be good for me?â He says at last when he carefully reaches under you to unfasten his pants, lips brushing yours as he speaks. âGonnaâ let this dirty old man have his way with you, right here, right now? Just like this? Hm?âÂ
Lost in the stupor of your arousal, you blithely nod for him even as a brief flash of uncertainty crosses your face. It seemed that some part of you understood his intention, the full brunt of the implication of what he was about to do to you, but you were too far gone to stop it and it was already much too late. Sampo has his cock fished out and he pauses only long enough to give it a perfunctory tug, smearing his own spend over the length of it to help lubricate the way.Â
Angling it up, he blindly nudges through your soaked cunt until he feels the dip of your entrance, so wet and creamy against his tender glans it makes him suck in a slow breath. You go ramrod stiff in his hold, lurching forward as much as you can with his forearm still locked around your middle while your hands frantically ball into his jacket sleeves. There was no escaping it though, not in the wholly defenseless position heâs got you in, and you wordlessly cry out when he starts to push up.Â
A rattling breath puffs out of him as your pussy slowly spreads open around him, granting him entry to your body. The overwhelming heat of you accompanied by the too tight squeeze makes him glad for his first orgasm, premature though it may have been, because he isnât so sure he could have held it back otherwise. Your guts are alive around him as he gradually sinks deeper and deeper into you, aided by the help of gravity. Vulnerably curled up on his lap like this, the only thing you can do is take it.Â
And you do take him, beautifully in fact. Every inch of his cock gradually slides into the tight embrace of your inner sleeve until he at last settles against the end of you with nowhere else to go. You wail a pitiful sound at the pressure that pushes in on your organs and choke on a tiny little sob as your trapped legs futilely kick at the air. It wouldnât have helped much even if your pants werenât tangled around them though, not when Sampo already had you fully impaled on him.Â
That'd been the deal, right?Â
Well, maybe it hadnât been stated out right but that should teach you not to make deals with shady businessmen or Foolâs.Â
Rumbling a low sound of pleasure as he slides his hand around, caressing over the faint bulge created by his cock through your lower stomach, Sampo nuzzles at your face again to get your attention. He wanted to make sure you werenât drifting off to la-la land on him, and when you tip your head to blearily glance up at him with a deep felt shudder, he allows himself a sly smile.Â
âLet me hear you scream my name again, pretty girl.â He purrs, narrow hips bracing to angle out of you so he can slam back in. âAnd donât forget the âmisterâ either. I think I rather liked how that sounded.â
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