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[nadvs]

cam girl (part nine)

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

summary you work two jobs. by day, you’re a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, you’re a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, you’re not sure what to do next.

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You watch Rafe’s naked back as he sits on the edge of your bed, muscles flexing when he pulls something out of his bunched up jeans.

He puts a small box in front of you and anticipation bubbles in your chest.

What kind of kinky shit is it this time?

Your eyes flick up to meet his gaze. He looks so damn hot right now, his skin still glistening from the orgasm you just had on his face, his lids low.

Warmth pools in your stomach when you open the box.

You pick up the transparent, glass butt plug. It has a row of three circular beads, from small to big, on the end of it. You feel tingles of arousal at the thought of the sensation it’ll give you.

You have a feeling Rafe will get you to explore every toy and kink that exists.

“Is there anything you’re not into?” you ask him with amusement.

“Sharing,” Rafe replies. You meet his eyes again.

“So, if I asked you for a threesome…?” you tease.

“Get on your knees,” he says, shaking his head.

“That’s a no,” you laugh. You wouldn’t want to share him, either.

Your knees sink onto your bed, hips in the air and chest on your pillow. You look back, watching Rafe sit up and run his hand over your ass.

“Such a nice fucking ass,” he praises. “You like when I play with it, baby?”

You answer with a nod, pushing back on his hand. His palm smooths down the curve of your cheek. When his finger presses up against your asshole, your breath hitches.

You feel Rafe shift behind you and you lay your forehead down against your pillow, eyes shut in anticipation.

Pressing up against your bed, you can feel the cum he left all over your chest sticking to your sheets.

His finger slowly buries into your asshole and your toes curl. You hear him spit, his hot saliva dripping down your opening.

Rafe starts to slowly work his finger in and out of you. You squeeze your eyes, the pressure so gratifying.

He pulls out, surprising you with the sensation of his hot tongue against you.

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper, bucking forward.

He chuckles, his breath warm, clearly satisfied from your reaction. His tongue flattens and rolls against you, lapping, granting you a sensual pleasure you’ve never felt before. His hands roughly grip your asscheeks, spreading them apart to give him more access of you.

“You like that?” Rafe murmurs, continuing to lick you. “I knew you would.”

You start to roll your hips, already getting painfully turned on after cumming just a few minutes ago.

His tongue is firm and hot and wet against you, and when he pulls back to finger you again, you groan from need, curiosity getting the best of you.

“Put the toy in,” you whisper. “Please?”

“I love how fucking needy you are,” he rasps. The fact that Rafe loves something about you makes you smile into the pillow.

You hear the drawer of your nightstand roll and the sound of a cap being opened. Moments later, he presses the cool, lubed tip of the plug up against you and you bite your lip at the sweet pleasure.

He wraps a reassuring hand around your ankle while he pushes it into your ass, the first bead now inside you.

“You’re taking it so fucking good, princess,” he praises. “I knew you’d love getting your ass filled like this.”

He slowly pushes the second bead into you, the sensation of being stretched open then closed again making your pussy clench with need.

“That’s two, baby,” Rafe tells you. “You like how it feels?”

“I fucking love it,” you moan.

“You gonna use this toy for me on camera?”

“Yes, baby,” you promise. “Anything you want.”

“You’ll never say no to me, huh?” You can hear the smile in his voice. The third bead, the biggest, starts to push open your asshole, digging into you. Your ass hugs the smooth, wet glass of the toy tightly.

You take a sharp breath in. Rafe squeezes your ankle.

“You can do it,” he says. “This is the last one.”

You feel him shuffle his weight behind you. He slowly digs his cock into your pussy at the same time that he pushes the last of the toy into you.

You let out an uncontrollable moan, the double penetration elating.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” Rafe groans. “Your ass full and your pussy full… fuck.”

“It feels so good,” you groan, the desperation in your own voice surprising you.

Rafe’s hands settle on your hips, fingers pressing down hard. Your asshole clenches around the toy while your pussy swallows his cock and you don’t think this moment could get any better.

“Put that toy on your clit,” he orders you. A thrill rushes through you. You lift your head to find the rose toy close by and turn it on, sinking your cheek back into your pillow while you hold it against your clit.

The combination of his cock in your pussy, the plug in your ass, the toy sucking your clit is almost too much pleasure, making your head spin.

Your muscles tense and your blood runs hot as he starts to rock in and out of you. His thrashes quickly build up in intensity, the lewd noises of him panting and pounding into your soaked pussy filling your small bedroom.

You didn’t think you could reach an orgasm again this quickly, but the surge of pleasure racks you, making you twitch under him. The moan that spills out of you is so damn loud, even with the pillow muffling you, that it surprises you.

You drop the toy, your body weakening.

As you come down from the high, you can’t hold yourself up, starting to go limp, but Rafe’s hands on your hips keep you steady and propped up, continuing to pound into you.

“Stay up,” he mutters. “I’m not fucking done with you.”

Your thighs are burning in pain, but you obey and let him use you for as long as he needs to. He’s lost his rhythm, his thrusts getting sloppier, until he finally comes inside you with a tumble of breathy, dragged fuck’s rolling out of his mouth.

He finally releases you and you fall to your side, feeling him slip out of you, his cum dribbling out of your pussy.

“Shit,” you hear Rafe say in pleasure. You don’t even have the strength to look up at him. Your body is numb from elation as you clutch your pillow for a feeling of stability.

You don’t know how you’ll get up. You don’t even know your own name.

“You wanna keep this in?” Rafe says behind you.

“Huh?” you breathe.

“Damn, baby,” he laughs. “You’re fucked out.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, your eyelids fluttering. You feel him slowly pull the plug out of you, making your back arch. Consciousness floats away from you and you fall into a deep sleep.

You wake up under your covers, lying on your side, your skin feeling sticky and damp.

You shuffle onto your back, elbow nudging against Rafe’s firm body. You see him sitting up using his phone, wearing just his boxers, leaning against your bed frame.

“You’re here,” you say, surprised he stayed. He looks down at you, his smirk inciting a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

“Had to make sure I didn’t kill you,” he says. You cover your eyes with your hands and laugh.

“That was fucking crazy,” you say, nudging him playfully. You realize his skin is wet, water droplets scattered across his muscular chest. “Did you shower?”

“Yeah.”

“Who said you could use my shower?” you joke.

“Huh,” he mutters. “You let me fuck you any way I want, but I have to ask to use a shower?”

You can’t help but laugh again.

“How long was I asleep?” you ask.

“Like twenty minutes?”

You find your phone on your nightstand to see it’s almost midnight.

You start to sit up, your muscles sore. You realize that Rafe placed your blanket over you and put a pillow beneath your head. And he stayed.

Your heart twists when you look at him. The dangerous thought that maybe he feels something for you hits you hard.

“You can go home if you want,” you say impulsively. “I’m gonna shower, too.”

He nods and sits up, looking completely unaffected. Even though you told him to leave, it hurts that he didn’t insist on staying the night. Fuck. This is getting messy.

He leaves and you try not to think about him while you shower. You fall asleep in his t-shirt.

The next day, you’re in your second class, dreading the quiz you have tomorrow, when a text buzzes on your phone.

Rafe: hey

You reply: hey

Rafe: send a nude

You try not to laugh and reply: i’m in class. u can wait til tonight

Rafe: what if i cant

You: then you have a problem

Rafe: ok i have a problem. now what

You smile to yourself.

You: my contact pic on ur phone is a nude. and u have videos. work with what u have

Rafe: what are u wearing

You: are u trying to sext with me right now

Rafe: yeah. dont act like you dont want it

You have to admit to yourself that he’s got you there.

Rafe: i just came back from the gym

A photo comes in and you lower your phone so nobody around you can see.

He’s standing in front of his bedroom mirror, the same mirror you’ve cleaned so many times, the image making your stomach twist with desire.

Rafe’s phone is below his face, showing the planes of his muscled chest, the valleys of his abs prominent. The large bulge under his shorts is so hot that you want to skip the rest of your classes and invite him to your place to fuck you for hours.

He knows he looks good.

You decide to mess with him a bit.

You: going to the gym makes u hard?

Rafe: dont fuck around. u know u make me hard

You have to squeeze your legs together. You decide to spill exactly what you’re thinking, recalling a day from a few weeks ago.

You: one time you came home from the gym while i was working and you looked so good that i almost jumped you

Rafe: u shouldve

Rafe: i want u to jump me every day

You: oh i know. how many times have we fucked at this point?

Rafe: lost count

You: me too

Rafe: did you like that toy up your ass last night

You: so much that i fucking passed out, rafe. btw im running out of drawer space with all the toys you’re buying me

Rafe: find more space

You: because it’s that easy

Rafe: ur such a brat sometimes

You: aw :( i want to be a brat ALL the time

Rafe: how have i not fucked that attitude out of you yet

You: you still havent given up on that?

You type out and send a second text running purely on impulse, unable to control your jealousy and insecurities at this point.

You: you might need to find a nicer girl for yourself

Rafe: noo

You wish you knew which one of your texts he’s answering.

You: no to what?

Rafe: dont need a nicer girl

You feel your cheeks heat up. Is it crazy to think that you’re more to him than just someone he’s fucking?

You: what are you gonna make me do tonight

Rafe: cum

You shake your head to yourself. You realize the professor has gone through quite a few slides at this point and you feel totally lost.

You: deal. stop making me horny. i have to pay attention

When you make it back home, a few of the items Rafe bought you last night sit packaged in front of your door. Being showered in presents is still a foreign feeling and you hate to wonder if Rafe will eventually get bored of spoiling you like this.

At 10 pm, you’re on your bed in just panties, in front of your laptop and thinking about how you have a new one on its way.

figure8 has joined the chat.

figure8: you gave me blue balls

You laugh.

“I can’t send you nudes while I’m in class, Rafe,” you tell him. “Unless you want me to get naked in front of strangers again?

figure8: not funny

figure8 has tipped you $100.

“What was that for?” you ask.

figure8: to remind you that you only get naked for me

You’re smiling so wide that you think he must know the effect he has on you. There’s no way Rafe doesn’t know how charming he is. You bet he’s seen this exact type of smile on lots of other girls.

“What can I do for you tonight, baby?” you ask.

figure8: straddle your pillow

You follow his instructions, bringing your pillow in front of you and getting up on your knees to put it between your legs.

You sink down on the lush material, sighing.

figure8: can u ride it for me?

You plant your hands in front of you, arms squeezing your tits together, as you slowly start to rock. The friction of the pillow and your panties immediately gives you a sense of pleasure, making you softly moan.

figure8: makes ur pussy feel good huh?

“Yes, baby,” you reply.

figure8: keep riding it. dont cum

You tighten your legs around the pillow, a rush spreading across your body. It’s not enough stimulation, but you won’t complain.

You’re waiting for his next instruction, but he’s not typing anything. You bite your lip as you continue to grind, starting to get impatient.

Finally, he sends a message.

figure8: ur gonna ride my thigh like that

The promise thrills you.

figure8 tipped you $1000.

figure8: im taking you out. be ready

figure8 has left the session.

You stop rocking your body immediately. Taking you out?

You’re not sure what to put on, so you settle on a short dress that you never wear and take off your panties. You figure Rafe will like the easy access.

Thankfully, it’s a warmer night so when you finally step out of your building, you’re comfortable.

When you settle in his Range Rover, you notice that his car smells like him. The scent of his cologne and his shampoo dances over your nose.

Rafe’s eyes trail down your body, his big hand curled around the steering wheel. A slow song is playing on his speakers.

“You have to be fucking kidding,” he mutters, jaw tightening.

“What?” you ask with a smile, pulling on your seatbelt. “Is this too slutty?”

“Is it too slutty,” he repeats with a scoff. He puts the car in drive, then puts his hand on your bare thigh. “Goddamn.”

Anticipation burns in you as Rafe drives to the beach and parks in the corner of a desolate lot. He’s quiet, which makes you all the more eager to see what he has planned.

“Get on my lap,” he orders.

You lean over the console to straddle him in the tight quarters. Your ass hits the steering wheel, accidentally honking the horn, startling you.

Rafe laughs in that sweet, innocent way you’ve only heard a few times.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you say, even though you’re giggling.

“I can’t put the seat any further back,” he tells you. Of course he can’t, maxing out the space he can get with his tall frame.

You look down at him, pressing your palms on the sides of his neck. In the darkness of the car, you can still make out his beautiful features.

“Got bored of my room?” you ask, teasing. You should have expected he’d want to have his way with you somewhere semi-public again.

“I’m gonna fuck you in more than just a bed,” he replies.

Rafe’s blue eyes drift down to your lips, his hands pressing into your thighs. When he drops his fingers to meet your naked pussy, your breath hitches.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, nearly a whimper, clearly surprised you’re not wearing underwear. He greedily spreads your lips apart and dips a finger inside of you immediately, slipping in with ease. You’re starved for him.

“I’ve been thinking about this pussy all fucking day,” he groans, his other hand gripping the back of your neck and pulling you forward.

He’s starved for you, too. Rafe’s open-mouthed kisses are hot and hungry and unrelenting.

Even though the parking lot is empty, the thrill of potentially being caught is so fucking hot.

You hate the feeling of him taking his hands off of you. He shifts under you and you prop yourself up on your knees the best you can while he undoes his jeans and pulls them down as far as he can.

His hands feverishly hike up your dress and he settles you onto his warm thigh, your pussy pressing up against his soft skin.

“Fuck,” you whisper.

“Ride it,” he tells you. “You’re doing all the work tonight. I’m not helping.”

You start to grind on him and the sensation of your folds spreading and curving on his taut thigh is fucking breathtaking. You’ve never felt each other like this.

Your foreheads are pressed together, your exhales tangling with each other in the warm air. He flexes his thigh for you, giving you more rigidity.

One of Rafe’s hands drops from your waist and he shuffles for something in the console, keeping his eyes on you.

Eventually, you notice he’s holding a necklace, and with how tightly pressed you are against him and how dark it is, you can’t see it. You just feel him put the cool chain around your neck, a pendant resting on your chest.

“Stay still for a second,” he says.

He looks past your shoulder to watch the clasp and close it. The feeling of Rafe wanting you to use him like this, to rub yourself on him, while he places yet another gift on you makes you almost delirious.

His hands find your waist to encourage you to move again. The windows are fogging up as you writhe on top of him. It feels fucking amazing, but you don’t want to finish like this.

“Can I cum on your cock?” you whisper. “Please?”

He breathes out another scoff that sounds like he’s in disbelief. It’s a thrill that simply asking him for what you want makes him behave like he’s in awe of you.

Rafe pushes against your waist to guide you to sit up and you watch as his hand pulls his cock out of his boxers. He grips the base, holding himself up for you.

You sink down on him and you both breathe in sharply at the pleasure.

The car starts to rock as you ride him raw, wrapping around his dick. The way he curves inside of you is absolutely perfect.

“You love this cock, don’t you, princess?” he rasps.

“Yes, baby.” Your voice is so fucking desperate. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“I make you so sore and you still wanna fuck me again and again,” he mutters. “Fucking obsessed with me. I fucking own this pussy.”

He smoothes a thumb against your clit, drawing circles on you. Your groan is broken and shaky when you start to tremble on top of him.

You can’t believe how fast he can make you cum. He’s been learning the mechanics of your body, the shit that makes you lose your mind, and takes full advantage of it.

“I’m gonna cum,” you say, continuing to bounce on him through the shattering orgasm.

“Keep riding it,” Rafe instructs. “Good fucking girl.”

Your pussy spasms around him, fluttering and even through the desire to slow down, you keep grinding on his hard cock.

His hand finds your neck and he squeezes as you start to drain the cum out of him, hot liquid pulsing inside of you.

Bright lights flash across the car and you urgently sit off of him, settling in the passenger seat. Another car simply drives past and you let out a breath of relief.

“You get scared?” he laughs.

“I told you not to laugh at me,” you say breathlessly. You look down to see the moisture between your legs is dripping on the seat.

“Shit, sorry,” you say, arching your back to pull your dress down.

“Don’t be sorry for that,” he says. His eyes dart down to your chest. “It looks good on you.”

You look down and now that you have the space, you can see the necklace. It’s a thin, silver chain with an ‘R’ pendant, encrusted with shiny diamonds. You’re already sure that this is the most expensive thing you’ve ever worn.

“Don’t want you to forget who you belong to,” he says with a smirk, his voice low.

“Rafe, this is…” You hear your heart pounding. You’re not sure what it is.

“You like it?” he asks. A shaky exhale escapes your lips.

Is this just tending to his fantasy of owning you or is it something more?

He acts like such a fucking boyfriend sometimes. Maybe there’s a world where Rafe Cameron’s girlfriend is a maid barely making it through college, instead of a girl just as wealthy and privileged as him.

The feeling of hope, of imagining him being yours and yours only, of imagining him doing more than just fucking you, is addictive.

“Thank you,” is all you can say.

“Looked good while you were riding me,” he mumbles with a hint of amusement in his voice.

You meet Rafe’s eyes again and you know no matter what the hell he does to you, whether he ends up breaking your heart or not, you won’t regret a single second you’ve spent with him.

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show me (18+, dick grayson x fem reader) wc 1.1k

⭓ this post contains sexual content and is not suitable for minors.

"I'll never grow tired of this." Dick murmurs, brushing your hair away from your neck before placing a kiss against your flushed skin. The contact causes you to shiver, letting out a low moan while he rolls his hips into yours languidly.

You had been sleeping, snuggled up in the soft cotton that adorned Dick's bed, laying on your stomach with one of your legs kicked out to the side. He found you, breathing deep and even, arms wrapped around one of his plush pillows when he returned from his nightly prowl. When he turned on the dim light of the bedside lamp and saw your frame drowning in one of his t-shirts, nothing else keeping his eyes from wandering over your naked lower half, he couldn't help himself. Seeing you here, in his apartment, in his bed, so comfortable and at home…

That's what got you where you are now. Split open on his cock, manicured nails gripping the pillow and sheets, torso twisted a bit so you can look up at his deep blue eyes. The vigilante thrusts into your tight warmth from behind, murmuring against your neck as the sounds of sex fill the room.

"Dreaming about me?" He asks, slowly moving his hips in a steady pace that makes your toes curl. There's nowhere else this man would rather be, than here with you, inside of you, feeling parts of you meant for him and him alone.

"H-how did you-" You stammer out, getting cut off by his mouth that leaves the comfort of your neck to find your soft lips. His kiss is hungry, but not urgent. He's taking his time with you. Dick can tell that you're still fuzzy from your slumber. He loves you like this. All sleepy and slow, keeping his bed warm for him while he's out late into the night. So warm, your skin soft, and your body so welcoming. The little noises and whimpers you make cause his swollen cock to throb painfully inside of you. He nips at your lower lip briefly before pulling away to answer.

"You're soaked, princess." He explains with a low chuckle. "I'm the only one who can make you this wet. So tell me. Did you fall asleep touching yourself to the thought of me inside of you?" He snaps his hips into yours, enjoying your muffled reaction. "Or were you dreaming about me?"

Strong hands reach down to adjust your hips, allowing his arousal to collide with yours at a deeper angle, making your eyes flutter with each soft smack when he bottoms out. You rest your head on the pillow, and Dick lets more of his weight crush you against the plush bedding. You let out a sigh that morphs into a whimper, the feeling of him stretching your walls and molding you to fit him is divine.

"Answer me, baby. Tell me what's got you so wet for me." He moans out with a grunt. "So worked up," He leans his forehead against your hair and inhales the scent of your shampoo, putting just a little more force into his pace. "You're such a pretty little mess for me."

You rub your head against the pillow, squirming and groaning at the irresistible friction of his cock teasing your g-spot. "D-dream…" you finally mumble as you clutch the pillow tighter, arching your back to help him out. You lean into his warmth against the back of your head, craving his closeness, moving your hips back to meet his thrusts as your body becomes more awake.

Dick's mouth finds your neck once again, this time biting at your skin with a satisfied grunt. Knowing that you dream about him? Oh, that makes his already inflated ego soar. To be the one who plagues your subconscious, to be so desired by you that the waking hours of the day spent with him aren't enough, it makes his cock twitch and his pace falter briefly.

Your boyfriend stills himself for a moment, panting quietly as he tries to stay off his orgasm. "Tell me about it." His breath fans over the skin of your neck, wet from his saliva, the cool sensation sends tingles down your spine.

Its a demand. Not a question. He wants every detail, running his fingertips along your arm as he waits for you to respond.

The room is dark, and with his movements stopped, the only sound that can be heard is the soft patter of rain against the windows. You think for a moment, blushing into the pillow when you recall the filthy scenes that were dancing in your mind before he came home.

"I… i think…" You pivot your head a little to offer him better access to your neck, clenching around his length when you feel his warm hand grip your hip a little tighter. He craves any small sign of submission he can get from you. Its like a drug to him, one he's decided he cannot live without.

"Hm?" He grumbles, starting to move painfully slow, sliding even further into your body, eyeing the hickies appearing across your skin.

"…I'd rather show you." you whisper, gazing over your shoulder to try and find his eyes through your haze.

"Show me?" He repeats back with a sly smirk.

You bite your lip as the sensations he's giving you grow more intense. You nod your head, and mutter out a broken "Please?"

Dick's pupils dilate when he hears your plea. Fuck, he loves when you ask nice like that. "My princess wants to be on top? Is that it?" He asks, his tone almost teasing. But it doesn't bother you any. You know who you're dating.

"Will you let me?"

You genuinely aren't sure what his answer will be. Dick is always on top. That's where he's most at home, and he doesn't often want to deviate from his comfort zone. But the man is also head over heels for you, and you can't remember the last time he's told you 'no'.

You almost regret asking when you feel Dick shift his weight off of your body and pull out of your dripping pussy, leaving you feeling empty and aching. But when you see him shift to the side and lean his back against the pillows, hands behind his head and smug smile on his face, you feel your stomach flutter with butterflies.

Your eyes trail over his toned body, drinking in the sight of the man before you. He's strong, chiseled, handsome as hell, and most importantly, yours.

"Go on." Dick encourages you, his heart racing in anticipation, dark eyes swimming with excitement. "Show me."

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[justlemmeadoreyou]

secret little rendezvous*

Summary: Part 1 of friends with benefits!harry series. It's going to be full of smut, and also a tint of angst.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: SMUT!, kissing, dirty talk, degradation, p in v sex, jealous feelings

"All I dream of lately is how to get you underneath me."

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Harry was fucked.

Completely, utterly fucked.

In his defense, he was tired. He had been running around his workplace the whole day, managing the work of 4 people because they wanted to “spend the holidays with their family”.

And here he is now, staring at anything else he could find, other than the warm cunt beneath him swallowing up his cock with each thrust. The wall, the headboard, the ridiculous stuffed toy near the pillows, anything,  just so he won’t cum before you.

He knew that if he looked down, he instantly would. Flood your pussy with the pent up load of this whole shit week he’s had.

But you don’t mind. Given the point of being friends with benefits with him is getting an equal share of everything, but he gets a pass because he can get you off with his fingers easily, something others can’t.

So, you try and push him. Squeeze tighter, moan louder and arch your back just a lil’ bit more just to make him cum faster.

“I know what you’re doing, won’t work” he lands a hard slap to your ass, earning another moan as he increases his pace. Wet, sloppy thrusts, each paired with his grunts and your moans.

He grips your waist, leaning in so his chest meets your back, nipping at your earlobe while biting your neck below your ear.

“Hey, fuck off, man. That could be seen” you slap his shoulder, and he nips off, giving you a particularly rough thrust, making you lurch forward. The headboard bangs against the wall repeatedly, his thrusts paired with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin.

“At least they’ll know you get laid” he remarks, and gets back up, feeling a bit held off, reaching a hand below and rubbing your clit.

“Fuck, that’s not fair” you whimper, legs giving out beneath you. You squeeze around him harder, gripping the sheets as you get closer and closer.

“I know, baby. That’s why it’s fun” another rough thrust into your sloppy wet cunt and you’re gone. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, toes curling as the orgasm washes over you. 

“Oh fuck!” you curse as you bite your lower lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of an incredible orgasm.

He already knows.

He cums soon after, grabbing your hips harshly as his thrusts become slower and shallower, , his breaths ragged and uneven against your skin. He repeatedly curses, your name intertwined between them as he empties himself on your back.

“Fuck, that was good” he slaps your ass a last time, making you whine. You put yourself down on the bed, but not moving too much because of the cum on your back. He falls on the bed beside you, eyes closed as he catches his breath. His eyes are closed, a sly smile on his lips, face glowing in the afterglow.

He gets up soon after, almost as if he timed the 30 seconds he had taken to recover. He walks to the washroom with his dick still hanging out, closing the door behind him. You stare at the door till you hear the sound of the flush, and he comes out with some toilet paper.

He climbs back on the bed, reaching you and wiping his cum off your back. He wipes it down completely, though it takes some time given how much he had cum, throwing the used paper into the dustbin nearby. You want water, but he isn’t one to care for you once you’re done, other than wiping off his release.

“Can you-bring me water from the kitchen?” you ask, already knowing what his answer is going to be, and mentally cursing yourself afterwards.

“What am I? Your boyfriend or something?” he shakes his head, picking up his pants from the floor and quickly getting dressed.

“It wouldn’t hurt you to give me water afterwards.” you reply, putting your head back down on the pillow so he doesn’t say that you’re watching him dress.

“It doesn’t. But, I don’t do that shit. And you know that'' he raises his eyebrows, but you don’t look up. Not at least till he’s out of the room.

Seeing the lack of reaction, he gets his coat from the couch and his phone, his keys, before yelling for a last time, “Close your door”

You don’t reply again, and he storms out, slamming the door shut behind him.

You really wish he cared. 

Just a little bit, maybe?

>>>

“I don’t want to do it” you reply to Harry on the phone with a hand on your head, pinching the skin to relieve some of the pain from your head throbbing.

“You didn’t have any problem before. Whenever I called, you would say yes” 

Ugh, you really really wanted to throw the phone across the room. Or at his face. If he worked in your department, you would happily call him in your room, and slam the phone at him.

“Well, I do now. My head is killing me and if you don’t shut up soon, I’ll throw this at you when I see you next.”

“So tonight then? I’ll stay away from you”

What?

“What? Tonight? Why?”

“Dylan’s birthday”

“Oh fuck.”

“Yeah. Fuck. And since he got you the “Special invite” you’re gonna have to be early for Dylan” he mocks you, because he had sent you a bouquet of flowers with an e-invite.

“Oh get over it.” you huff.

“Whatever. I’ll avoid you tonight. Don’t try and stick to my ass”

“You wish” 

With that, you cut the call.

>>>

Getting ready for the party, you were a mess. You did not want to go and get mocked by them for the bouquet, you did not want to see Harry and you did not want to leave the house either. It was so cold outside, and you would have to drive a good 4 miles because that bastard celebrates birthday like a teenager.

The party was average. There were only two people who teased you, Leah and Emily, oh, and Harry of course. Others had forgotten, and you were so grateful for that.

“So, you and Dylan. Huh” Harry came up to you, with a beer bottle in his hand. He was the one who told you to stay away from him, and here he was now, purposely coming and sitting near you.

“Shut up” you replied, taking a sip of your own drink.

You ignored him, looking anywhere else except him. You looked at the dance floor, where everyone was swaying their hips and moving with the music, the bar where they were serving drinks, anywhere.

And he did not like that.

“So, how was your day?”

You turned around 180 degrees, raising your eyebrows at him.

“What??”

“I said, how was your day? Or did your headache make you deaf?” another sip off his stupid beer.

“Seriously? Mr. Don’t stick to my ass is asking me” you pointed your fingers towards yourself “how my day was?”

“Yeah, I was just trying to make small talk”

“Well, wrong time. Shut up”

You went back to your own business, sipping your drink and ignoring him successfully. He seemed frustrated with you, and you were sure his nose was flared too. It was only for a few moments, because then his phone beeped. A message.

“Ah! Finally!” he drank the last few sips, and got up, throwing his unlocked phone beside you.

“Take care of it, will yeah? I’ll pay my bill and come back to take it”

That bastard.

It was a text from some Sophia, who was his hookup for tonight since you had said no. He wanted to show you that he had other people to sleep with, and that was why he threw his unlocked phone to go and pay for a drink from a party.

He really was a condescending dick, wasn’t he?

You sat there till you saw him turn back from the bar, and as soon as he was within your line of sight, you got up and left.

You saw him cursing while he picked up his phone, and he was most definitely cursing at you.

Not that you cared.

>>>

He didn’t call you for the next week, and a few more days after that. If he could act like a child just to tell you he has multiple hookups, something you didn’t really know about, you could at least pretend to not care.

Not that you did, no.

Next you two saw each other was at the Christmas party.

Some co-workers were bringing their kids, and so a few were asked to be dressed as Santa, Harry being one of them.

The Christmas party was more lively than stupid birthdays, and you were thankful for that. You had forgotten to book tickets to go back home, and last minute tickets were really not worth the raging dinner you had with your whole family. Most of the people would ask you about your boyfriend, when you were getting married, were you planning on having kids, how to raise them, where to raise them, all of which you didn’t want to worry about for at least the next two years. So, an office party followed by some takeaway and a Christmas movie marathon sounded perfect. 

>>>

Most people had arrived, and the place was buzzing with chatter and the slow sounds of Christmas carols playing in the background. Everyone was dressed great, adorned in festive attire with a Christmas hat perched on top of their heads. You had worn an oversized sweater, tucked in a pair of skinny jeans, and boots that you had bought a month ago. Wearing a Christmas hat, you didn’t look so bad yourself.

You took a drink from the top shelf that was made to be kept away from the children, and you wandered off, looking for Harry. He might be a bastard, but it was Christmas, so you could bear him for a while, say Merry Christmas.

Looking through the cabins, the corners, he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he was struggling with his Santa costume.

You found him soon after, struggling in one of the supply closets with his beard stuck to the zipper.

“Fucking hell! Oh for fucks sake!” he was continously cursing, while trying to pull the zipper down with limited strength. If he pulled too hard, the poor rented dress would definitely tear off.

“Want some help?” you leaned on the doorway, bringing your hand up to your lips as you laughed at his misery.

He looked at you with his resting bitch face, putting both hands beside his waist. He might look all tall and intimidating, dressed in all red with a big bod, but to you, he looked like a child who couldn’t even get his clothes right, and always messed them up.

You chuckled, before going over to him, trying to up the zipper and untangle it from the fake hair.

“Yeah, I’ve already tried that, smarty pants” he said frustrated, and you reached for your pocket, pulling out your lip balm.

“What are you doing with that? You know this is rented right? Don’t put lip balm on this!”

“Yeah, old man. I know” he rolled his eyes, and you began rubbing some wax on the zipper to smoothen it down so it’ll slide easily.

“And don’t tell me you don’t know how dirty these rented outfits are. This beard you’re wearing” you pull at it lightly, making him grunt, “is filthier than our kitchen. And you know how dirty our kitchen is”

He shakes his head, “Whatever, I just have to wear it for 2 hours or something, and then I’ll return this back”. He watches you intently as you rub the wax on it, and after a few tugs up and down, it smoothes out, and the beard untagles. You zip him up, and the red outfit fits perfectly on his tall form.

You take a step back, eyeing him up and down, with a smirk on your face. He doesn’t look too bad, he is tall and the outfit he’d gotten fits him quite well. The long trousers, the ridiculously large shoes, the cap on top of his head, he kinda looks hot.

He notices you checking him out, and puts his arms around his chest, pretending to try and save his sanity from you.

“Miss Y/n, what are you going to do to me?” he takes a step back, voice low and husky. And just for the fun of it, you decide to play along. You step forward, your steps synchronizing with his steps back, and he goes back till he bangs with a cupboard.

He looks at you with utter fear in his eyes, and you can’t help but bite back a smile, going all the way and gripping his waist.

Tightly.

He sucks in a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. He knows he can’t get too excited, or the next few hours will be a nightmare for him. 

You couldn’t be more tempted to put him into misery.

You pull yourself up, coming face to face with him, standing on your heels. He gulps down hard, knowing well how this will not end well for him.

You lean closer to his face, his lips just moments away from yours. Your hand shifts from his waist to his heart, which is beating widely in his chest. A thin layer of sweat coats his forehead, and the tension between you is almost impalpable.

Your lips come closer and closer to his, and as soon as he lifts his jaw to kiss you, you pull back, and go for his neck instead. 

It’s difficult with the beard in between, but you manage to lick a long stripe from his shoulder to his jugular, feeling his pulse on your tongue. You reach back and open your mouth, baring your teeth as you bite on the skin, nipping and pulling slightly to make a mark.

And to your surprise, he doesn’t stop you. Lets you bite and suckle at his neck till there’s a proper mark blooming on the side of his neck, the skin turning red. Your tongue glides over the mark, soothing the slight sting as you continue to tease him. He moans, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer, his hands finding your waist. It’s so easy-you could slide your hand down to his pants, squeezing his crotch and he’ll be done for. He’ll get hard and then be miserable while the kids ask to sit on his lap.

But you decide against it. Wearing that costume just for the little rascals to click pictures with him and make fun of him later. It was torture enough.

You pull back, and as expected, his pupils are blown out, eyes full of lust. And, as expected, he’s half hard.

You lick your lips, a little breathless as you look up at him. He looks down at you with the same lust and hunger, and you get week in the knees as he leans in and whispers, “You’re going to be sorry for that tonight” he reaches back and grips your ass, giving it a light squeeze, “on your knees”

Your stomach flips with anticipation as his words send shivers down your spine. You know what he means, and it only adds to the growing heat between your legs. You’re left with an open mouth as his grip on you is gone, and he leaves the room. You stand there for a good 5 minutes, before blinking rapidly and exiting the dark room to join the party.

The party was uncomfortable, to say the least. For both of you. You were hot and bothered, the wetness between your legs growing as you imagined him on top of you, his hands tangled messily in your hair as he fucked your face, drool and tears dripping down your face as his cock pushed in and out of your hot, wet mouth. His balls slapping against your chin, your nose deep in his trimmed pubes.The way his deep, husky voice would command you to open your mouth wider, to take him deeper.

You could almost taste him, the salty sweetness of his skin, the musky scent of his arousal. Your mouth watered at the thought of him filling you, stretching your lips and throat as he pushed himself deeper and deeper. And that was making your cheeks hot and red, thighs pressed together as you looked at him as if he was a meal, one which you couldn’t wait to devour.

And maybe someone else was looking at him the same way too.

Olivia, a co-worker, approached you a few moments later, a little bit tipsy because of how much she had been drinking since she got here.

“He looks so fucking sexy, doesn’t he?” she remarked, and you blinked, pulling yourself out of your imagination.

You don’t mind other girls hitting at him. Well you did, somewhat, till you found out he was hooking up with others as well.

“Hm?”

“Styles. He’s so damn hot. Can’t wait to fuck him in that santa costume tonight”

Oh no.

“What?”

“Oh you don’t know? He fucked me last Wednesday. Said his other hookup cancelled and he needed someone who didn’t mind. I said yes. I mean, “ she tilted her head, looking at him with a face that made you want to punch her. “What bitch would say no to that? Have you seen the ass on him? And his dick. Holy fuck. It’s so fucking bi-”

“Okay-I don’t want to hear about that” you stopped her before she practically drooled over him in front of you, and described how he fucked her.

“What? You don’t like to hear some good fucking. Oh come on, it’s not like you’re getting boned, are you? You’re so boring?” she rolled her eyes, before turning around and bumping her shoulder, walking away.

No way you waited 2 hours for him just to have her take him.

No fucking way.

With gritted teeth, you picked up your purse, and walked to Harry on the other side of the room. You pulled at his arm, to try and take him to the side to talk. He reluctantly walked, making you pull his huge body half the way.

“Hey, hey, patience, love. M’ not going anywhere. Can’t you wait for just a few more minutes? Then I’m all yours” he said with a smirk.

“Well, Olivia here was describing me how you fucked her last wednesday and how she was taking you home with her today. So, what is happening?”

“What? Olivia? Hell no. She’s super drunk, and I don’t want to be around her”

“Well, then hurry. Ditch this stupid party and…take me home.”

You whispered the last part, hoping you didn’t sound as breathless and desperate as you did. He was an asshole, but he was great in bed and the idea of her doing the same with you did with him, made you want to blech. 

“Awww, someone’s a bit romantic. You’re jealous, aren’t you love?”

Here we go.

“No! Why would I be jealous of that…that bitch?”

“There it is. Ugly emotion” he was smiling like a moron, and you felt so embarrassed. Jealousy, or any other emotion, wasn't supposed to be involved, but it eventually always does, doesn’t it?

“Alright, fine. Now shut up and take me home before I change my mind” you said with a frown, and began to walk away.

“Yes ma’am” he replied, following you closely.

>>>

Harry drove you both home, since you were drunk. You were sitting tilted with your back against the window, legs propped up on the sheet. He looked so sexy even when he drove, his jaw clenching every time there was a signal. He was rock hard in his pants, and he couldn’t wait to get home and fuck your mouth.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” he slammed the horn, hitting the brake as the last signal before his street was on too. You giggled, biting your lower lip as you looked at him with doe eyes with your legs propped up on the front.

You leaned forward and turned on the radio, and he gave you a glare. As the song played on, you slowly hummed to the tune, twirling your hairs around your fingers and looking out the window. You were so nonchalant, and Harry did not like that.

“Do you have any idea how hard I am?” he growled, almost painfully. You had a complete idea of how hard he was. He had been so turned on since your encounter in the storage room, and seeing you jealous had probably egged him on even more.

“Hmm?” you turned your head and looked up at him with an innocent look, your hands crossed above your chest.

“Oh.” he chuckled, and you knew you had managed to reach his nerves, “Is it? You don’t know what I’m talking about?” 

You shook your head in a no, mouth falling open at the sight of him. He looked angry, as well as horny. Pupils blown out and eyes full of lust, cheeks red. Hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly, while he was controlling himself so much you had no idea. Restraining himself from bending you over and taking you right there in the backseat.

The car came to a halt, and you saw that the signal was on. The last signal before you pulled up to his house.

Before you could blink, he had opened his seatbelt, and was reaching over to your side, pinning your hands to your chest with his wrist. The other reached down, pulling your sweater up and revealing the top of your jeans. You looked up at him with wide eyes, and a cruel smirk was painted across his face.

“Harry-harry, what are you-” you murmured while he undid the button, unzipping your jeans and pulling it down with a harsh pull.

His hand immediately found your panties, and he pulled them to the side, his cold hand making contact with your wet cunt.

You shivered and moaned at the contact, eyes falling shut as his fingers caressed your swollen nub. He pushed one finger in, and you were a goner.

Your legs squeezed shut, mouth parting open as his ring met your lips, the coldness making you whimper. His finger was longer and thicker than yours, and only one was enough to make your walls clench.

A horn blared from the car behind, and your eyes widened. You tried to move your hands, but he had pinned them down firmly, his finger still deep into your pussy.

“Harry-there’s someone behind-they can see you-harry-” 

You were stopped by a crushing kiss to your lips, and seeing you hesitant, he pulled his finger out. Pulling back from the kiss, he put the same finger into his mouth, sucking the wetness, eyes falling shut at your taste.

“Know people can see. Though that turns you on even more, doesn’t it?” 

You looked down at your unbuttoned jeans, cheeks turning hot and red at his admission. You had a bit of an exhibitionism kink, and people looking did  turn you on.

“Knew it. You’re a filthy little whore for me, aren’t you? Good god, I’m so going to fucking ruin you tonight”

♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡

You were holding on to that promise.

(part 2)

a/n: i spent wayy too much time writing this! no idea why? but i really liked the idea, and i just spiraled with it, and the next thing i know it turned into a series! anyways, let me know if you like this! if this gets enough notes, i'll definitely do a part 2! love you all!

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[sukirichi]

VIRGIN KILLER TRIO !! & their habits

→ oliver aiku + karasu tabito + otoya eita

→ nsfw. smut. wrote this impulsively on my notes because karasu has me feeling things. aged up characters. toxic men. fingering. oral (f receiving) otoya is a cheater (canon but i love him) unedited. size kink kind offf. aiku hits it and quits it.

+ I NEED AIKU SO BAD. i also hc that karasu is a manwhore but he would teeat you so well <3

it’s hard not to catch sight of the virgin killer trio in every afterparty. there’s oliver — the smooth talker who can never remember a girl’s name, karasu — who reads your every move and can tell from across the room how badly you want him, and otoya — the quietest of them all. but don’t let his demeanor fool you. rumors have it that he’s as great in bed as he is at breaking hearts.

pick your poison, they said. don’t let the night go to waste, they said.

but all is easier said than done when oliver has forgotten his cold beer on the counter as he presses you against it during a party. he calls you names that are outright dirty and should not have made you this wet. he smells like smoke and liquor — like danger, like everything you should avoid. you know he won’t remember you the next morning and you’ll most likely wake up in an empty bed. no notes, no small gift left behind. it would be hard to tell he was ever there if it were not for the ache between your thighs and the bite marks he’d left all over your skin.

oliver fucks like the way he wins — luring his opponent and trapping them against him until you give in and submit. what’s the point of fighting anyway? you know it’s futile. you should just let him do as he pleases — to hammer into you from behind, his large hands squeezing your hips in a vice-tight grip. oh no, he’s not letting you go. he’ll keep you there until your thighs quiver and your head drops down to the pillow, the sheets drenched with sex and sweat. he’ll keep you there until his legs are tangled with yours, your tongue lolled out as he fucks out the most delicious moans from you.

oliver aiku is dirty, intoxicating, and when he leaves his mark on you, he only has one goal in purpose — to ruin you for any other man who comes next.

karasu is different. he’s sweeter, more tender with his words and gestures. he doesn’t seduce you right away. no, he likes to watch his prey first from across the room, letting his gaze wander to your pretty face and picturing if you’d look better when you’re finally coming around his cock. when he makes himself known, it’s too late. he’ll know everything about you already, just like how he knows he’ll have you putty in his hands by the end of the night. the only thing left is to prove his theories right — don’t even try to think you can hide your weaknesses from him. he can read you like an open book. he can tell from the hungry way your eyes roam over him that you’d take it like a good girl, and your eyes would roll back when he slides himself in deep.

unlike aiku, karasu doesn’t cage you under his arms and suffocates you. this isn’t a battle for him, because battles mean there’s equal chances of winning, and there’s none of that in the bedroom. karasu knows he’s stronger and has the upper hand. he knows you’re entirely at his mercy when he pins your hands above your head, his long fingers locked around your wrist. and oh, he’s sweeter, so much sweeter. he calls you beautiful and gorgeous. he worships you and leaves kisses on your body, murmuring sweet nothings like a mantra against your skin. he isn’t rough, but he fucks you hard and deep. hard enough you’re seeing stars and your toes are curling, pussy fluttering around his girth. and when he’s pushed you to the edge, he’ll make sure everyone at the party knows who made you feel that good.

karasu doesn’t leave a note. he stays the night and kisses you again, his eyes droopy in a post sex-haze. he gives you his number, because why not? he sure wouldn’t mind sleeping with you again the next time you run into each other.

the next time you attend these events, it isn’t the dominant oliver or endearing karasu who charms you. instead, otoya comes unexpectedly — slithering his way into your heart (and pants) before you could realize it. he’s subtle, and doesn’t stand out much from the crowd. it comes like a shock to you when you find yourself pressed up against a wall in a random hallway with his lips against your neck. he doesn’t say sweet things like karasu, or teases you on how you’re such a dirty whore like oliver would. no, otoya speaks with his words, and you get the message clear enough when he’s pumping his fingers in you. he’s quiet still, giving you only breathy moans and low groans when you squeeze around him — but by the heavens, he sounds the prettiest.

there is nothing quick and swift when it comes to otoya, unlike how he is when he’s speeding through the field. he takes his time with such confidence and patience that karasu would lack, since he’s too eager. and he touches you in the gentlest manners briefly reminding you of karasu, but when otoya looks at you, it’s different. with his handsome face above you, his reddened lips parted with a shuddering breath, and his eyes narrowed as he watches your cunt swallow him to the hilt. he isn’t the sweetest, but he is the most romantic. lacing his fingertips with yours, otoya swallows all your moans in a devouring kiss. his hips plunging into you in a way that you’re sure you’ll feel him for days. and he kisses like he means it — kisses your sweet pussy with his eyes closed and rough hands kneading your ass like a starved man.

and when he leaves, it’s with a hole in your heart. otoya is a silent killer, who comes and disappears into your life, but not without ensuring he’s more than just a silly fuck. because otoya didn’t have to make out lazily with you, or ask about your passions. he didn’t have to be genuinely interested in getting to know you and smile like he’s fallen in love. he didn’t have to hide that it was all a mistake — that he was already with someone else, and simply couldn’t ignore his needs when you set foot into the room and your scent got him hard.

and when the regret sinks in, otoya will barely look you in the eye. he doesn’t stay the night because there’s someone waiting for him at home.

he doesn’t ask for your name or number because it’s easier to pretend nothing happened between you. just as silently as he made his way to your heart, otoya leaves with a final resounding click of the door being shut.

because just like his friends, otoya never stays.

and they’ll be on their way to find their next conquest.

[harrycore]

FILTHIEST WAY POSSIBLE

18+ ONLY — whilst having, some pretty filthy sex, y/n finally gathers up the courage to ask harry to fulfil one of her fantasies (getting slapped during sex)

reblogs & feedback are appreciated :)

The pace of Harry’s thrusts was ruthless, his hips crashing against y/ns over and over again. His head was hung low, face nestled into her neck as his breath came out in pants. The sheets were pulled from the corners of the bed and the pillows were thrown on the floor, alongside their disregarded clothes. The sight was plain old filthy, y/ns fingers gripping onto the ends of Harry’s hair, her toes curled whilst Harry’s back muscles flexed with each movement, his tattooed body on display for his lover.

He lifts his head from the crook of her neck, his elbows now coming to rest next to Y/ns face to keep himself up. He looks down at y/n with a mixture of love and lust before his lips crash against hers in a sloppy kiss, y/n continues to pull at the ends of his hair, moaning into his mouth with urgency.

The pace of Harry’s thrusts, the way his cock was grazing perfectly against her g-spot, and the way his movement meant that her swollen clit was also getting pleasured was perfect. Everything was perfect but y/n still needed that little something that would finally push her over the edge and into bliss. She doesn’t know whether she should bring it up now. Scared of Harry’s reaction. It had been playing on her mind a lot recently, y/n and Harry weren’t exactly vanilla when it came to the bedroom, they definitely did play around but this, this was something she was unsure of how Harry would react to. She wanted to get slapped, wanted to feel his heavy palm against her face during sex. Something about it made her wetter, just the thought had her clenching tightly around Harry, causing him to groan and drop his face back into her neck.

“Fuck” he growled, “taking me so well. So fuckin tight ‘round me” his hips were still moving at the agonising pace, the plushy head of his cock reaching so deep inside of y/n, she could practically feel him in her stomach. Her eyes roll back at the sensation and her legs open wider, letting more of Harry in.

She bucks her hips upwards, meeting his thrusts. “Shit, just like that” she moans, looking Harry into his eyes. He was gone for her, he’d do anything in the world to please her and the look in his eyes was proof of that.

“You going to cum, love?” He asks, watching the way y/n squirms on the bed, beneath him. “You’ve taken me so well so far” he praises, pushing her hair back. Harry could tell she was close, he could tell she needed that final push to finally let go but he couldn’t quite place his finger on what exactly y/n needed. “What is it you need? Huh? Tell me, pet”

“W-want” she was cut off by a moan she couldn’t control due to a particularly hard thrust from Harry.

“Go on, say it” he eggs on, his mouth dropping open at the feeling of her warm and wet walls.

“Want, want you to slap me” she finally let out. Her head is thrown back, as Harry delivers another powerful thrust. “S-slap my face”

“My filthy little minx” Harry chuckles, moaning lowly, before pressing a hard kiss to y/ns swollen lips. She reciprocates, her tongue sliding into his mouth, exploring him. Harry pulls away to let out a groan, “such a dirty girl” with that he lands a harsh slap against y/ns cheek, she feels the burn on her face, but only moans at the contact.

“Fuck Harry” she cries out in pleasure, grinding her hips upwards, her thighs were trembling, heat pooling in her lower stomach. She was so close, and she was sure another slap would do the job.

“You like feeling used, don’t you?” He asks with a rough chuckle. “Like when I make you cum in the most filthiest ways possible?” With that he lands another harsh smack against her cheek, y/n bites her lip at the contact, shaking beneath him in ecstasy.

“My filthy girl” Harry growls, his hand sliding back to her, his fingers closing around her neck. Y/n grabs onto his forearm as Harry picks up a ruthless pace, his thrusts were so hard and rough that they moved y/n up the bed. His balls were slapping against her ass and her wetness was covering his and her own thighs.

With one final thrust and a squeeze of his fingers, y/n let’s put a high-pitched squeal, her nails digging into Harry’s back as he stills deep inside of her. His cock twitches once then twice before he finally let's go, his seed painting her walls. Y/ns walls contract and squeeze around him, and her fingers begin to play with her clit. The feeling of Harry’s hand squeezing gently around her throat and the way she could still feel the sting of his heavy palm against her cheek mixed with the rhythm of her fingers had her cumming, her wetness gushing out all over Harry.

She was unsure of the sounds leaving her mouth but she knew they were downright pornographic, she could feel Harry’s intense stare as he pulls out and falls onto the bed, beside her. “Did so good for me love” he speaks, pulling y/n into his hold again. Her breathing was still uneven, her heartbeat erratic. Her eyes were closed as she focused on coming down from her high all whilst Harry slowly rubbed her bare arm, leaving kisses here and there on her skin.

Harry also worked on calming his breathing and within a few minutes, it felt as if they were finally both back on earth and not floating in pleasure. “That was-”

“Incredible” y/n finishes off, cuddling into Harry with a smile.

“Yeah, it was, wow. Hope I didn’t actually hurt you though, how’s your cheek?” Harry asked, worry already kicking in as he turned y/n to look at her cheek, his thumb running along the skin gently.

“It’s ok, I promise. I wouldn’t mind if we do it more often” y/n spoke, kissing Harry’s bare chest, she looks back up at him with hope. “I like it rough”

“I do too. If it feels good for you then I’m down to do it again” Harry smiles, kissing y/n's hair before slowly entangling himself from her so he could leave the bed to go get a warm cloth to clean y/n up with.

[heich0e]

tags: pls look away, inspired by this art by @/iinoruu, yakuza!suna/escort!reader series masterlist

The first thing you recognize as you stir from the loosening grip of slumber is that your body hurts.

An ache, tender and warm, has rooted itself deep in your muscles. Your back. Your thighs. Your hips. Just rolling over under the soft cotton sheets exacerbates the pain, makes it throb a little hotter underneath your skin.

The second thing you recognize is the familiar smell of smoke.

"You should quit, y'know."

At the window of the hotel room, Suna stands. He's half-dressed now, silhouetted by the breaking day beyond the pane of glass beside him, his trousers on but his button-up still unbuttoned—it leaves just the faintest curl of the ink that spans his arm and his back on display, a sliver of black swirling next to the divot of his collarbone, as well as the design that spans the column of his throat. He looks at you with the burning cigarette still held to his lips, and you watch as the cherry flares brighter on his inhale.

You're not supposed to smoke here. Not in a hotel this nice. But you doubt anyone will be complaining to him, or will even say anything at all, given his particular influence and his reputation in his line of work.

"I should?" he replies in his usual low tone. The corner of his mouth is ever so slightly turned up, and a wisp of smoke rushes out along with his question.

He pauses for a moment, and then stamps the mostly-unfinished cigarette out in the ashtray on the table in front of him—where it came from in a room you're not supposed to smoke in to begin with, you can't be completely sure.

You push yourself up in bed, wincing at the pain such a simple movement causes. You rub at your eyes a little, still bleary from sleep. "It's bad for you."

Suna hums.

"I didn't realize you cared."

You bite your tongue from letting a comment slip out that could get you into trouble. Instead, you flop back down into the embrace of soft cotton and feathers that the plush hotel bed provides.

"Do what you want, then," you say quietly.

He's good at that, after all.

"What I want?" you hear him ask, and let your head loll to the side against the pillows just in time to see him approach the bed. His movements are slow, unhurried—like a predator as it stalks in the night.

You don't offer him any substantial reply, just a breathy, affirmative sound.

You're lucky to have this job. Lucky to be the one that Suna Rintarou calls for so often. Of all the girls that work at the club, you seem to be the only one that's caught his eye as of late. You know that if you do something to mess that up it might cost you more than just the thick stack of crisp bills you leave the hotel with a few times a week.

You've never been the most successful girl at the club, nor the least. Your performance and popularity has always been relatively middling, comparatively unremarkable. You're not bad at the job by any means, you know what to say and do, the line you have to walk, the fantasy you have to satisfy when duty calls.

Lately that line has proven harder to toe with him.

Suna kneels at the edge of the wide mattress, leaning across the bed towards you. His shirt falls open as he angles his body nearer to your own, revealing more of the tattoo that's etched into his skin. It's always a stark, indelible reminder of just who and what he is.

"It's pretty bold of you to assume to know the things I want," he murmurs, holding himself over you on one of his arms. His other reaches down to the top of the sheet that covers you, peeling it gently away to reveal your skin.

On instinct, you grab for it, rushing to cover yourself. You realize quickly it's not your place to hide yourself from him, that it's not what he pays you for, and you let your grip on the sheet slacken, looking away as a shameful heat crawls up your throat.

He doesn't try to pull the blanket away again.

"You woke up too early," he says quietly, still hovering over you. "You should sleep, you're still sore."

You watch as his eyes trace your face in the dim light of the hotel room.

"Are you leaving?" you ask.

That same little smile appears, lifting the edge of his lips ever so slightly. This expression always confuses you, though he makes it often. There's no real joy behind it, it's a drier, almost sardonic twist of his mouth, like he knows something you don't.

"Work," he says, though he owes you of all people no explanation. "I'll leave the cash on the table by the door as usual, I won't short you for any of your time."

You nod slightly. You hadn't been thinking about payment at all.

The corner of Suna's nose twitches. It's a movement so slight that if you weren't so terribly close you might not notice it at all. There's something behind his perpetually heavy-lidded eyes that makes you nervous.

His hand, the one that had just reached for the blanket, comes up to cup your cheek. You can still detect the scent of tobacco that clings to his skin, and you've never liked the smell but for some reason you don't mind it so much anymore. He dips down, your cheek cradled in his palm, and slots his mouth against yours.

His kiss isn't innocent—no one kisses a whore chastely—but there's something about the way he's holding you that feels different. Something in the gesture that's wholly and completely him.

He pulls away, and his warm breath fans across your mouth and catches in the slickness of your lips. Your eyes flutter open to look up at him.

Something aches in your chest, different from the way the rest of your body has been left tender but no less his fault.

Maybe Suna isn't the only one with habits that are bad for him, after all.

[smuts-whore]

Beautiful Nightmare

Jey Uso x Female Reader

Smut<3

(thanks for being patient. Hope you enjoy lovebugs<3)

I sigh as I walk out of my bathroom with a huge sigh. I had a stressful day today and just want to lay in bed. I turn off my light and I lay down and stare at the ceiling in the dark. I let my thoughts take over and bite my lip in anticipation. I wonder if I’ll see him in my dream tonight. His hands running all over my body making every part of me melt. I close my legs as my wetness grows. I feel like I can feel him kissing every part of my body. The kisses on my neck makes me moan as I close my legs desperately trying to get friction. I grip the sheets as I feel them moving down my body and kissing right above my pussy. I gasp and open my eyes wide as I feel a warm tongue lick a up my pussy. I look between my legs and see him. He winks at me before going back in and eating me like it’s his last meal. My hands fly to his head and hold it in place against me. 

“Shit it feels so good”, I say as my back arches up. 

He growls and says,”Damn this pussy taste good mama”, before going back to eating. 

I feel like he’s slowly setting my body on fire and all I want to do is burn. I feel my stomach tighten up and my body spasms as I cum hard. He licks up all my juices and comes up and kisses me. I moan into the kiss as I taste myself. He pulls away and smiles down at me. 

“Who in the hell are you?”, I ask, smiling at him. 

He licks his lips and says,”It's Jey baby. Now I’m about to fuck this pussy up mama. All fours.”

I don’t waste any time and flip over getting on my hands and knees. He rubs his tip against my clit making me twitch. He kisses down my back and I whimper from the teasing. I shake my ass to tell him to hurry and he smacks it making me gasp. 

“Be fucking patient before you don’t get anything”, he says as he rub the spot he just spanked. 

I patiently wait and as he kisses my back he pushes his entire dick in making my eyes open wide and moan loud.

He comes to my ear and says,”Look at you letting me in like a good girl. Now give me them hands baby.”

I send my hands behind me and lay my head on the pillow. He grab my hand and hold them as he starts to pound the fuck out of me. The feeling is so unreal, it feels like a fairytale. 

I scream out,”Fuckkk daddy.”

He doesn’t let up on strokes and my eyes roll in the back of my head. He comes down to my ear and groans. I try to get the words out that I’m about to come as my stomach knots but nothing can come out. Soon my body shakes as my juices roll down my leg. 

“Daddy I’m cumming!”I scream as the euphoric wave comes over me. 

After I’m done he flips me over on my back and says, “I’m not done with you yet.”

He enters me again and my back arches. This time he’s going slower but deeper. He’s digging me out so nicely. My body feels like it's floating on air at how deep he is. I put my hand on his lower stomach and try to push him away but he’s not budging. 

“It's so deep daddy”, I say as my eyes roll in the back of my head. 

He kisses on my neck making sure to mark me and says, “You can take it mama. Just a little while longer.”

From the way he’s breathing and groaning I can tell that he’s close. I wrap him in my thighs holding him in place and scratch down his back.

His eyes roll in the back of his head and he says,”Fuck mama this pussy is so fucking tight.”

I moan out as I feel my third orgasm of the night creeping up on me. He groans loud and his moves start to stutter. 

“Oh fuckkk mama,” he says as he cums in me. 

His orgasm sends me into mine and my back arches up and my toes curl as I feel my body squirting from the intense and passionate strokes he just gave me. 

“Oh that's it mama, make it rain”, he says as he rubs my clit until I come down from my blissful orgasm. He comes down and kisses me as he disconnects our bodies. I whimper from the sensitivity and lay back on my pillow. 

He goes into the restroom and gets a warm towel to clean us up. When he finishes he wraps me in his arms and says,”You did so good mama.”

I smile and snuggle into his arms. My eyes open and the only fucking thing I’m snuggling with his my pillow. I groan and kick around in my bed. I feel the pool between my legs which dripped all down my thighs. I sit up and my body is covered in sweat. I go into the bathroom and clean myself up and change. I groan into the kitchen and get me a glass of water. I walk back into my room and groan as I lay down. 

“I’ll never fucking meet him.”

I roll my eyes and turn on my Tv and WWE is on. I decide to watch it and as I’m watching it I hear the name Jey. I sit up and see the man from my beautiful nightmare on Tv. I bite my lip and rub my thighs together as the feelings come back. 

I lick my lips and say,”Maybe I will meet him.”

[bunnyscrypt]

pairing: sarah cameron x fem!reader content & warnings: established relationship, oral sex (fem. recieving), strap-on usage, smut, porn no plot minors dni!

her hair is soft between your fingers. combing thru her scalp, you twists the strands into curls before letting them loose and starting again. sarah’s head rests on your chest, knee thrown across your pelvis. you press a kiss to her head, making her look up at you. a small smile adorning her pretty face, you frown looking at the dark circles under her eyes ruining your thumb across them.

"you look tired baby" she leans into your palm, giving a peck to your wrist. 

grabbing her chin, you bring her face close to yours. lips hovering. "let me take care of you." shortening the distance between the two of you, she presses her lips to yours. hands cupping your face as it gets more heated, sarah grinding against your thigh, you roll her onto her back, crawling in between her legs, hers immediately locking around your waist.

your lips trail down her neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses down her body, lifting her shirt, slowly making your way to the top of her underwear. 

"baby please, i need you." she begged 

"i know darling, just wanna worship your body first" you kiss her cunt over her panties. pressing your tongue to the fabric, saliva soaking thru the fabric. wanting to taste her fully you finally pull her panties to the side. "so pretty baby."  finger swiping down her pussy ever so lightly making her twitch. "i just wanna devour you" you whisper before diving in. tongue rolling out, lapping up her arousal. "oh fuck" her hips buck into you, eyes rolling as her nails scratch your scalp, one hand gripping your hair, pulling you closer while the other grips your sheets. "so good, your mouth feels so good" breathy moans leaving her pretty lips. your face is damn near buried in her as you suck on her clit, head moving back and forth. her moans growing louder, legs shaking. tongue pushing itself into her dripping hole, starting to tongue fuck her. thumb circling her clit as you sloppily eat her cunt. eyes squeezed shut, grinding against your face. her toes curled as she falls apart, grabbing a pillow to let out a scream as you help her ride out her orgasm. her body shivers as you kiss back up her body, reaching her lips capturing them in a sloppy kiss. she hums as she tastes herself on your tongue. 

"we're not done yet love" 

she's a breathy mess beneath you. strap moving in and out of her pretty cunt, hard and deep. leg thrown over your shoulder. eyes staring intensely into yours as her face contorts in pleasure. “you take me so well, baby,” tip hitting all of her sweet spots. she’s gripping the sheets of the bed tightly in her fists, breasts bouncing with each thrust. "just keep making those pretty noises for me,” you press a kiss to her ankle as you continue to stroke her deep, the base of the strap wrapped in a ring of cream. incoherent moans fell from her lips as your dick repeatedly slammed into her, she pulls you in to a kiss, whining against your mouth. nails scratching across your back. her tongue massaging yours, you gave her lower lip a small bite before slowly pulling away to kiss her check then neck. you breathe in her ear "turn over for me".

face down ass up, she pants as your hand traces the arch of her back. strap rubbing against her pussy, you slowly ease it in. fucking in to her, pace increasing as she sucks you in. the sound of your cock pounding into her wrecked, soaked cunt is so filthy. she's so wet and the harness of the strap-on rubbing against your clit making you feel good but not as much as the sounds escorting sarah's lips. "oh my god you give me chills" she whimpers out, biting hard on her finger as you pound her. "nobody fucks me like you do, ohmygod i-its yours. take it." you lean forward, pressing down on her arch. gripping her hips with vigor. your hips slapping into the plush skin of her ass harshly, pounding out whimper after whimper from her pouty lips. "right there, right there" you continue fucking her at a hard pace, the sight of her pussy gripping your dick would’ve been enough to make you cum alone.  “you look so gorgeous baby, taking my dick like this. taking me so deep in that pretty little cunt of yours.” you coo, hand reaching down, rubbing over her sensitive clit. “oh yes YES!" she exclaims “f-fuck baby imgonnacum, im gonna cum again” the pit in your core tightens as she raises to her arms, eyes rolling into her skull

“such a good girl for me, cum all over your cock baby. i’m right there with you.”  you groan when you cum with sarah right behind you as her body falls back on to the bed. you collapse on top of her, shaking against her as you pull her up, hands massaging her breasts as you press kisses along her back.  you fall to the side bringing her with you. tangled limbs, giggling as you two share kisses. you move her hair out of her face, caressing her cheek. “lets get you cleaned up, huh, pretty.”

[intoanotherworld23]

Caught Red Handed

Pairings: Reader x Chris Evans, Reader x Miles Teller

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, yeah this whole thing is just pure smut and sex sex sex so you have been warned

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with two of your very attractive teachers for a while now, and so far you haven’t been caught

Two of my favorite men in one writing, what could be better?? Hearts, reblogs, and comments are very much welcomed and appreciated please and thank you!! If you wish to be added to a tag list let me know and I’ll be more than happy to add you! Thank you guys so much! XOXO

✨Please do not copy and paste my work or steal my work or publish my work as your own or I will have you reported✨

"Off to see your lover?" Turning around to your friend smirking at you. "Or should I ask which lover?"

"Maybe I'm going to see both." You wiggled your eyebrows making her laugh. Shuffling through your best lingerie deciding which one to wear.

"I can't believe you are actually sleeping with two professors." She shook her head. "It's a matter of time before you get caught."

"I'm not going to get caught Y/F/N." Rolling your eyes as you finalized your look.

"What happens if you do though?" She asked making you stop for a minute. "You will get expelled and two amazing teachers get fired, and possible sent to jail."

"That's not going to happen I promise you." You reassured her, but she still didn't look convinced.

She sat there on the bed watching as you adjusted your outfit so make yourself look more seductive. You knew she secretly judged you for what you were doing, but at the same time you knew that she envied you.

Nobody else on campus knew about this affair, and you planned to keep it that way. You never meant for it to go on this long, but you just couldn't help it.

Crazier thing is neither teacher knew about the other. They thought they were the only one, and the last thing you wanted was for them to find out about the other.

"Whatever happened to that one boy you were talking to?" She asked you once again. "He was really nice and quite good looking."

"Yeah he was, but he wasn't exactly on my level." That was true though he wasn't up to speed with your sex drive. If anything it would probably scare him off.

"Oh come on he was perfect for you." She tried convincing you once again.

"He was good for a one night stand and that's it." Looking over your makeup in the mirror. "I need someone that can handle me."

"And fucking two teachers is the answer to that?" You knew she wasn't asking a question, but was rather being a smart ass.

"Please can we not do this right now I don't want it to ruin my mood." Groaning as you put on your shoes.

"Don't wait up for me." Mumbling as you shut the door behind you without looking at her.

Walking down to your car as you tightened the coat around you. Hearing your phone buzz multiple times indicating someone was texting you. Pulling it out with a grin on your face.

From Chris: God I can't wait to feel between those legs.

From Chris: I hope your dripping for me.

From Chris: Baby you got my cock so hard and you aren't even here yet.

From Chris: I'm gonna fuck that pussy so hard sweetheart

Laughing to yourself at how worked up he already was for you. You were in for a long night ahead of you.

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"Chris." Choking out a moan as your back arched off the bed.

The smirk on his face grew even larger hearing you moaning his name. If anything it encouraged him to keep pounding into you harder.

"Can feel you squeezin my cock sweetheart." He chuckled as he watched your face contort in pleasure. "Such a tight little pussy for me."

Feeling your orgasm building up again as you turned your head to the side, and gripped the sheets beneath you. Biting onto the pillow trying to muffle your screaming.

"Say my name again baby." He whispered into your ear as he sharply thrusted inside of you making you squeal.

"Oh god Chris." Your toes curling against the bed as he tightened his grip on your hips. "Chris."

"Fuck that's it sweetheart let everyone know whose fucking you so good." His thrusting was slowing down, but just as powerful. "Such a good girl."

“Stuffed full of my cock.” He’s never felt more powerful and strong than he did right now.

Rotating his hips at a certain angle had your legs trembling. Leaning forward so he could attach his lips to yours. His mouth swallowing all your moans his movements never once missing beat.

"Your pussy so sweet it won't let me go." His stated matter of factly as his fingers reached down to rub your clit.

"God the sounds you make for me sweetheart." His eyes trained down to where his cock was disappearing. Your juices coating his cock making him groan at the sight.

Closing your eyes for a brief moment as the pleasure was taking over your body. Feeling a hand grip your chin making you open your eyes to see those sparkling blue eyes staring you down.

"Look at me when you cum around my cock." He growled as the veins in his neck popped out.

Leaning on his forearms so his hands were on either side of your face. It was such an intimate moment, but you found yourself entranced with his eyes. Like he was holding onto you and didn't want to let you go.

"Oh fuck right there." You screamed as he hit your sweet spot. The pleasure boiling to the top you felt you might explode. "Harder Chris."

Opening your legs even further so he could thrust deeper. The muscles straining to the point it was painful, but feeling his condition inside you motivated you to keep them open.

"Such a cock hungry slut for me." Groaning against the skin of your neck before his lips moved downward towards your breasts.

Sucking on the nipples turning them raw and hard. One of your hands reaching out to grip his hair as your senses were overwhelmed. Feeling him smile against your flesh as to how he was making you feel.

"Can feel how fucking close you are sweetheart." His words making your legs shake. "Pussy always begging for me."

The moans were just spilling from your lips you didn't care who heard you. Your body twitching and moving all around unable to control yourself anymore. The warmth was spreading through out your whole body.

"Cum for me baby." His voice straining as he was trying to control himself as well. "Cum around my cock."

"Be a good girl and squeeze that pussy for me." He encouraged with his filthy words. Feeling that burning in the pit of your stomach as you were on the edge.

His movements stopped as his cock remained still inside of you as your pussy clenched hard around him. Both of your groaning as you looked each other in the eye.

“We’re getting better at this.” He joked making you laugh.

“Told you practice would make perfect.” Giving him a sly wink a huge grin appearing on his face.

“I’m gonna have to wash these sheets cause of you.” Taking note of the wet spots underneath you.

“That’s your fault asshole.” Smacking his shoulder playfully at his comment.

“Yes I guess you’re right,” leaning his head towards your ear his lips brushing against your lobe, “I got that pussy gushing.”

Burying his head in the crook of your exposed neck giving you comforting kisses. Rolling over so he's on his back as well. The room is silent and you decide to get up, and start getting dressed.

"Are you spending the night?" Chris finally spoke. Before you could respond your phone vibrated.

Reaching over to grab it to see who it's from slightly smiling when you see the familiar name, and the timing couldn't have been anymore perfect.

From Miles: I miss your wet pussy

From Miles: When are you coming over slut?

To Miles: Soon! Keep your cock in your pants

From Miles: That's asking a lot sweetheart considering you didn't ask me to do that the other night.

"Who is that?" Chris asked making you put your phone away.

"Uh it was just my roommate." Turning around to look at him. "Just wants to know if I can help her with her essay."

"I mean I am a teacher maybe I can help." He chuckled as he got out of bed, and stood right in front of you wrapping his arms around your waist.

"As much as I would love to accept that offer I just can't." Pushing yourself away from him so you could get finished getting dressed.

"Why?" His voice sounded disappointed but also angry at the same time. "Got another date?"

"No of course not." You chuckled nervously. "I just told you my roommate needs me."

"If you don't want to spend the night with me just say it." His tone changing making your stomach churn.

"That's not it at all." You became defensive not liking being put on the spot light like that. "Besides this isn't anything serious."

"Yeah your right you're just some girl I'm fucking." His words a punch to your gut. Not believing he actually just said that to you.

First he wants you to spend the night with him, and then he turns around and says your just some girl he's fucking. Maybe he was just trying to hurt you, but still it was completely uncalled for.

"Right yeah of course go help your roommate." His warms hands left your body now leaving you feeling cold.

A part of you felt horrible for sleeping with two teachers, and keeping it a secret. At the same time thought you loved having the attention of two handsome men.

Chris was absolutely everything you wanted in a man. He was not afraid to give you what you wanted and more. Plus he had this sweet side to him that made your heart swoon.

The sex with him was incredible, and it was never vanilla. A lot of the times he would put your needs before his. If you wanted your pussy eaten out all day he damn sure would do it. Chris was every woman's dream man, and you didn't think you deserved him at times.

Miles though was a bad boy that every girl dreamed of having. He was rough and edgy and didn't want all that sweet sentimental shit. He was the type he wanted his cock sucked whenever he wanted it, and he would shove you out the door whenever he was done.

At first it turned you off but you couldn't stay away from him. He literally treated you like his own personal slutty slave. Although at times he did have his sweet moments.

"Leave the door unlocked I've got someone else coming over." His voice was harsh and empty towards you. As he walked away not even bothering to say goodbye.

Feeling your throat swelling up as you stood there in bewilderment. Out of the two of them you were starting to grow feelings for Chris. You were pushing him away and you hated doing that. Trying to keep the tears from falling you quickly walked out the door, and drove over to Sebastian's home.

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"Ride my cock you dirty little slut." His hands gripped your hips harshly they would definitely leave bruises.

"God your such a greedy little bitch for me." His hand came down hard on your ass that stung. "So eager to please me."

Moving your hips up and down as you tried to keep up with him, but he wasn't slowing down. Your thighs were starting to become sore, but it would be a waste of breath to tell him that.

Besides you didn't think you would still be horny after Chris, but you were. It was almost like Chris's words field the fire inside of you and you just became horny out of spite.

"Oh god fuck." You squealed as his cock was hitting your sweet spot over and over again. Your nails scraping down his chest leaving scratches. "Oh yes oh my god."

"Your tight pussy is squeezing my cock so hard." He groaned as he looked down to where you two were connected.

"Jesus just look at how soaked you are for me." Growling as he looked back to your face. "I want to hear you scream my name."

His hand slapped your ass multiple times sure to leave a hand print. It stung like hell but fuck did it feel good. That was one thing about Miles he loved to spank you so hard tears came to your eyes. You loved it just as much since the pleasure cancelled the pain.

"If only everybody knew what a cock hungry slut you are for me." He groaned as he watched you bounced up and down on his cock, your breasts moving up and down.

"Fucking your teacher like this." He always loved throwing that fact in your face. "Might have to fuck you in my classroom next."

"You're just a filthy little whore." He thrusted sharply into you with each single word. "All mine to fuck whenever I want."

"Go on for me slut let everyone know who is fucking the shit out of you." His hand reached up to grip your throat so he was choking you. The sensation was bringing you even more pleasure as you felt your cheeks heating up.

Both of your hands wrapped around his to keep it there. You could feel yourself climbing over the edge and it was a matter of minutes before you were to your orgasm.

"I own this pussy." His voice deep as he looked straight into your eyes. "This is my pussy to fuck."

"Such a greedy slut for my cock." Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head.

"I'm gonna cum." You wailed as you felt the urge to go hitting you right in the stomach. "Shit shit shit."

"Soak my cock baby." He commanded you as one of his hands crept downwards to rub your clit harshly. "I can feel that pussy squeezing me."

"Oh my god." You screamed as your entire body shook and your orgasm smacked you in the face. Tears forming in your eyes with the intensity.

"Fuck me that's it." Miles groaned as his cock twitched inside of you. "So fucking good."

His hand lightly tapping your ass making you giggle. Whenever his playful side made an appearance you couldn't help but get all giddy and warm inside.

Both of you sweating and breathing heavily as you sat on top of him. No words were said as he moved making you get off of him. His cock slipping from your body making you hiss.

The room was quiet as you awkwardly sat there with his and your cum dripping from your pussy. Wondering if you should just leave or make small talk.

"I'll be on my way then." You mumbled as you hopped off the bed, and started to put on your clothes. Putting your clothes on when a voice called out.

"Wait." Turning around towards Miles surprised he was talking to you. Usually once you two were done he would say a word or two, but he never asked you to stay. It was a silent agreement you two had.

A look of hope written across your face that he would ask you to stay or something. Maybe things were looking up with Miles. Your heart was pounding as you stood there waiting for his next words.

"Get my smokes for me." Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. That's all that asshole wanted was for you to get his smokes. In disbelief you grabbed his smokes and tossed them to him.

What in the actual fuck was going on today? First with Chris and now with Miles. Getting the best kind of sex you could ever imagine only to be treated like absolute dog shit the next. Today wasn’t your day, and all that excitement you felt with them was starting to disappear.

Miles, you weren't really surprised he was treating you like this, but he had you thinking for a split second he wanted to talk or that he would start treating you differently. Silently hoping Miles would show you his sweet and romantic side for once.

He started to play on his phone without even glancing your way. You were so uncomfortable you honestly couldn't even just walk out the door, but that's exactly what you did.

Slamming the door behind you hoping he got the message. Pulling your phone out of your purse dialing the one number you probably shouldn't be calling. Right now you were feeling a little bit upset, and thought if you apologized to him you’d feel better.

Standing in front of his house as you looked down at the ground in shame. Praying he would answer, but not being surprised if he didn't. He probably didn't want to speak with you right now.

Hearing the call go through all of a sudden you heard ringing around you. Looking at your phone wondering why it sounded like the call was coming from right in front of you.

Slowly raising your head to see what was going on you saw Chris standing in front of his car with his phone in his hand while it was still ringing. A stoic look on his face while you stood there in shock. Your entire body went cold, and your face felt numb.

"Fuck." Quietly whispering to yourself when you realized the situation you were now in.

He had this dark and dangerous look in his eye you were almost scared of him. Unable to speak as you just stood there and stared at him. Watching his jaw clench, and the hand by his side clenching into a fist. He was trying so hard to restrain himself right now. He wanted to bend you over his car, and spank you so hard you begged him to stop.

"I think you have some explaining to do sweetheart." You heard Miles voice behind you making you jump as a shiver ran up your spine.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl.” Chris tsked as he slowly approached you. Miles wrapping his arms around your waist feeling his erection pressing into your back side. “Fucking two men. Two teachers at that.”

“What should we do with her?” Miles said to Chris as he nibbled on your ear biting down making you whimper.

“I’d say she needs to be punished.” Chris smirking as Miles smacked your backside a gasp escaping your lips. “Until we feel she’s learned her lesson.

[ballimeracy]

Moonlight Love Pt. 3

A werewolf! Toji x reader fic!

2.6k words

Content Warning: Breeding, use of derogatory language (slut is used once), use of the terms 'mama', 'baby doll', and 'baby girl', knotting

read part one here and part two here!

“Nu uh, we’re gonna do this my way, got it?” He growled in your ear, clothed erection rubbing against the flesh of your ass. You gave a quick nod, breath hitching as he delivered another firm spank to your bottom. “That’s my girl..” Toji goes quiet, only being able to hear and feel him shuffling about, tossing his boxers off. The sound of shlicking made your ears burn, imagining the thought of Toji jacking himself off to get ready for you. Toji grunts, hands grasping your hips as he lines up with your entrance, draping himself over your back to pin you in place. A low moan escapes him as he slowly pushes into your heat causing you to whimper, Toji’s bodyweight forcing you further into the mattress. Your legs go up to the backs of his thighs, encouraging him to press deeper as his tail wagged. Once he was almost fully hilted, you both panted as Toji gave you a brief respite to adjust. “You okay mama? Talk to me here..” His voice was strained, his body still keeping you forced into the mattress. You gave a shaky nod, still gripping onto the sheets. “Y-yea-Fuck! Fuck yeah im okay.” You panted out, eyes squeezed shut as you bit your bottom lip hard. “Fuck..feel so full..” Toji chuckled at your words before letting out a hoarse whine as he felt your velvety walls squeeze his cock. His hands went around to your chest, grabbing a handful of your tits before he began to rut into you, his legs by your hips so he could properly mount you. You were practically a blubbering mess, drooling and chanting his name like it was some type of broken prayer. You could practically feel the blunt head of his cock pushing against your cervix, eyes rolling back into your head at the feeling. Toji was reduced to animalistic grunts and whimpers, hands gripping your breasts almost painfully tight as he continued to hammer into your cunt, his heavy balls slapping against your clit. You screamed into the pillows, face scrunched up with pleasure as Toji continued to drill into your gummy walls, already feeling a second orgasm building in your abdomen. He could tell by the way your walls fluttered around him, causing him to bite at your earlobe. “You gonna cream all over my cock baby? You gonna cum all over me?” He groaned in your ear, smirking as you began to vigorously nod your head. “Cmon then, touch yourself till you cum all over me.” Toji shifted his arms, giving you room to reach down to rub tight circles on your clit.

The stimulation had your hips twitching, practically throwing it back against his cock. Orgasm finally washes over you, your body seizing up as you squirted all around Toji’s cock and onto the bed, wailing into the pillows. “Fuck, thats so sexy..” He groaned, shifting his leg till it was propped up near your head as he continued to pound into you, fully chasing his release. You could start to feel the swell of his knot at the base of his cock, causing you to whimper as your body shifted up the bed with each powerful sloppy thrust of his hips. “Gonna breed you real good mama, that sound good?” He whispered in your ear, sucking a dark hickey on your neck. “You gonna let me get you pregnant with one of my little brats? Have your belly get all swollen and your tits all fat?” Tojis hips stuttered at his words, a breathless groan escaping him as you began to nod, walls clenching around him. “Fuck p-please, pluhease T-Toji..” You whimper out, face pressed against the pillows as you continue to feel Toji twitch inside your wet heat. Toji grinned at your words, pistoning into you with furthering shaky thrusts. With a grunt, Toji pressed fully against you, his knot sinking into your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, toes curling and hands gripping at the comforter. Drool poured from the corner of your lips as you felt Toji fervently grind against your ass, humping his knot as deep as it could go. With a deep groan, his hips stuttered as he began to cum. His cock twitched with every burst of his seed, filling you up to the brim with the scalding hot liquid you were afraid you were going to cough it up. It felt like Toji was cumming forever, biting down on your shoulder as he held you in place, his hips slowly rocking against you to fuck his cum deeper into your pussy. Once his cock finally stopped twitching, he released your shoulder from his mouth and struggled not to collapse on top of you. “Fuck, sorry mama..Think I got a bit carried away..” He panted softly, a comforting hand rubbing against your spine. Still feeling in a bit of a daze, you crane your head to get a look at your boyfriend with a lazy smile on your face. “Mmm, it’s okay…that felt awesome.” Your voice was raspy from all the screaming and moaning, which made Toji chuckle. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, nuzzling underneath your jaw. “Love you baby doll.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your pulse point, making you shiver slightly. “I love you too, Toji.”

[iamfruitie]

Gimme some feral demon Hunter AU madmare spoiling

Maybe Mare just came back and he’s in need of his mate to soothe him

We love a lil feral moment~

Mad's eyes rolled as he moaned, hands gripping the bedsheets and biting the pillow beneath his head to muffle the next moan. His tongue rolled out as he panted after the pillow was removed from his mouth and a pair of lips pressed against his ear.

"I want to hear you~" Mare growled, tail lashing as he continued the ruthless pace of his thrusts. "I want to hear how good I'm making my Claim feel."

"M-Mare~" Mad's legs couldn't hold himself up anymore, but that didn't matter as the strong hold on his hips kept him up at the perfect angle.

Mare had come home earlier in a feral state, and before Mad could even ask what had happened, he was carried off and tossed on the bed. He was far from complaining because feral Mare always left him a mess.

"Good boy, say my name. It sounds so perfect from you." Mare slipped his hands around Mad's body, one on the base of Mad's stomach to keep him up and the other wrapping around his cock, adding an extra layer of pleasure for his loved one.

"Mare~!" Mad cried out, knuckles now going white as he clung to the sheets desperately. "I'm-I'm gonna~!" His toes curled, and his back arched, cumming with a loud moan of Mare's name.

"My sweet, sweet, Claim~" Mare purred as he slowed to a stop to allow Mad time to recover. "I'm going to make you brainless~"

"Please."

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@rattyboyisemo

[tojisonly1]

: ̗̀➛ - Bodyguard!Sukuna x Princess!reader

𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙎 - Degration, doggystyle, unprotected, praise, breeding, rough sex, normal form!Sukuna, soft!Sukuna at the end, and one spank. :p

PRINCESS

Sukuna.. The actual bane of your exsistence. Even the thought of his name makes you shudder.

As much as you loved your family, and being able to experience life through royalty, there was something so thrilling about sneaking out after curfew and breaking rules.

But that all stopped around the 7th time you were caught sneaking out. You can’t be blamed for being caught! They should try sneaking out of a castle filled with constant guards and surveillance! Regardless, you did manage to do it around 20 times before without being caught.

Your parents decided to hire a bodyguard for that reason. Not only were you growing up and would be going out more, you just couldn’t stop trying to be a little devil and break every rule you could. It was just too fun! :(

At first, you didn’t think anything of it. There were already countless guards around to try and stop you, but they weren’t your guard and that wasn’t something you took into consideration. And by god, did this man suck.

Everywhere you go, he was there. You wanted to sneak out? No. Sometimes he would even let you get to the gates of the palace before throwing you back over his shoulder and carrying you back inside with a smug smile. You wanted to break a rule? He would put you in damn timeout! You weren’t a child!

He was just so damn petty.

-

So… How did you get here?

Your face pushed down into your squishy pillows by the actual darkness in your light, royal world. His other hand on your lower back, getting you nice and arched for him as he rams his thick, veiny cock in and out do your plushy walls so rudely.

“Where’d all that sass go, princess?” He groaned in your ear with a breathy chuckle, slowing his motions and snapping his hips slowly, hitting right against your sweet spot with each thrust. Moving his hand from your back. Raising it over his head and landing on the fat of your ass, another groan of approval leaving his throat at the jiggle that hits back at him. A pretty red mark of his handprint on your asscheeks.

You gasped at the sudden contact, more broken sounds leaving your sore throat. You pathetically clenched around him from the spank. Causing him to chuckle lowly again, gripping your hair and yanking your head back up, “be a good little princess and take this fucking cock without whining so loud.” He growled in your ear, slamming your head back down into the pillow and moving his hands to the squishy skin on your hips.

Gripping them intensely, leaving little crescent moon marks as he plants his feet on the bed, lifting your hips up and—

SMACK!

He was mounting you like a damn dog in heat. He pushed as far as he could in, pushing against your cervix to the point it felt like it would snap, slamming your hips back to meet his own movements. Lewd sounds of his heavy balls smacking against your soft, slick covered thighs.

Your jaw was slacked open, weak little sobs and moans leaving your mouth with a little drop of drool spilling onto your pillow. Your eyes rolling back into your head with your toes curling, hands desperately clawing at the sheets as he completely abuses your poor little cunt.

The stretch of your walls was so sinfully good, your hips even beginning to move back on your own which makes him erupt into another lazy chuckle, “Aww, you’re so pathetic lil’ princess… Your cute body is jus’ begging for more of my fat cock destroying it…” He cooed, hunching over you and beginning to suck and bite at the nape of your neck.

Everything was so much, you were seeing little dots in your vision while your brain can only think about the shape of his cock hammering in and out of your sobbing cunt. You were close, so so close. And just your luck, he was too. You honestly thought you might pass out—

“Ah! C-can’t take it—“ You cried out, only causing him to slam harder; “No no no, you can take it sweet thing.. I bet it hurts so much but you’re doing so well..” He whispered with fake, mocking sympathy. His balls tightening more with ever throb your plushy walls do around his shaft.

“Now, you’ll take my cum like a good little slut.. slutty princess…” He groaned breathlessly, now fully focusing on just thrusting himself into your warm body, his head thrown back.

“Cumming! I’m cuhhhhmming Sukun-ah!” You moaned out through whines, feeling warmth spazam through your whole body. The warmy wetness gushing out onto his shaft, dripping down his balls and onto your silky sheets. “Good fucking girl..” He groaned once more doing one, two, three deep thrusts before coating your walls with ropes of his warm, steamy cum. His cock pulsing with each spurt of it. The warmth was oddly comforting to your sore, bruised cervix.

“Ahh..” He hummed, falling forward onto you. Completely engulfing your limp, tired body in his large arms, “Now you’ll have to stay in tonight.. or maybe a few days. Those pretty legs won’t hold ya’ after that…” He cooed in your ear, panting softly and leaving a sloppy kiss on your temple, almost tenderly. Waiting for his cock to deflate before pulling out.

You were barely even conscious. That orgasm hit like a damn bus, you immediately fell asleep when he layed his body weight on top of you like a warm, weighted blanket.

The next morning, you were cleaned up. Even a new set of PJs, a glass of warm tea next to your bed, and a light breakfast if your stomach hurt from last night. Since he was practically in it. You figured it was one of your maids after Sukuna left after the end of his shift and they checked on you.

Little did you know, he was standing outside of your door. Having cleaned you up and everything, waiting for you to wake up and process before talking to you and making sure you were alright. <3

𝘼/𝙉: ☆ - 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 - ☆

☆ - REQS - ☆

[junroot]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧, 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮? | Lee Heeseung

Genre: smut (minors dni!)

Members: Dom!Heeseung x Sub!female reader

Warnings: sadist!Heeseung, pain!kink, Heesung is mean •o•

a/n: hi! This is my first post! I wrote this one a while ago but I was too nervous to upload it hehe :’) anyways! I hope you enjoy it tho!!

Small whimpers and pleadings coming from your lips made Heeseung dig deeper his long slim fingers in the flesh of your hips. His breath coming out of his mouth fast and hard, skin glistening from the hot sweat on both of your bodies as his lips never left your neck, sucking hard a specific spot that’s definitely gonna be bruised after he is all done with you.

And you dare to open your eyes just to find his flaming gaze burning down your insides. Broken cries left your lips as Heeseung pushed his hips further in you. Gripping the sheets harder you curl your toes and let tears roll down to your cheeks. You seriously didn’t know how you end up here. It all started when you were just playing a stupid game with him, things eventually got a little too steamy between you two and before you even realize, he had you pinned to the Mattress of your bed, literally destroying you.

You and Heeseung decided to play a game where you’ll be confessing secret thoughts about each other. At first, everything was going fine, the confessions you made where funny for you two, but when you decided to take the risk and bring his dick size in them, casually saying that it leans from average to small and how easily you could handle him, he immediately decided to prove you wrong.

Desperately, you tried to squirm away from him, but his grip around your body got tighter as he growled against the skin of your neck instantly giving you goosebumps. And when you thought that he was fully in he pushed himself even further, harder this time.

You almost yelled when you felt him filling you, and you swear that you could feel him in your stomach. You were in so much pain right now, but you knew he loved it, you knew he loved seeing you helpless under his control.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He asked, his voice was rough and breathy, one of his hand went to your thigh squeezing it before he looked down at you smirking a little by the sight.

Your eyes were closed and you were biting your lip hard trying to prevent yourself from screaming out loud, your hair was a mess and your muscles taut as you were now griping Heeseung’s arm.

“H-hee I-“

You tried to say but you immediately stopped and replaced your sentence with a loud yelp as he gave you a hard thrust, jolting you body upwards.

“You said you can take it” pulling all the way out of you he thrusted again leaving a long moan going even deeper. “You said that it’s not that big, right baby?” He asked again cockily with a breathy voice, repeating his previous move. And now, he was moving slowly inside you, going even deeper each time.

“Heeseung!” you cried out loud dropping your head to the pillow while arching your back and leaving a painful moan.

“You said you can take it” he repeated grabbing your waist hard to keep you in place, liking way too much the fact that you were struggling like this underneath him.

“So be a good a girl and take it”

[1kook]

jungkook + long distance relationship pls

it’s smut <3

The trickiest part is the time difference. It’s early evening for you when Jungkook calls, the window behind him showcasing a pitch black sky. As usual, he’s at his desk, phone propped in front of him and to the left, the glow of his computer screen illuminating his fair skin. He’s got on his pajamas, a sandy-colored set he treated himself with for his last birthday. “Hi, baby,” he smiles, voice low, matches the lights in the room. It’s enticing.

Fresh off work, you’re sore all over, completely worn out from the events of the day; the walking, the talking, the being. Jungkook’s silky voice is a nice break from your droning boss and chattering coworkers. “Hi,” you mumble, setting your phone and Jungkook aside as you strip yourself of your clothing. His usual wolf whistle doesn’t go unheard, sending a pleasant warmth over your cheeks. “What time is it for you?”

He hesitates to tell you — more than anything, the idea of Jungkook sacrificing a healthy sleep schedule in favor of speaking to you is probably the worst part — his eventual answer a muffled string of absolute gibberish that has you sending a frown his way. His pixelated face scrunches up cutely, smiling impishly at his phone, at you. “…3am,” he confesses, saves himself from your unimpressed glare by simply shutting his eyes. “I wanted to see you!”

Down to your undies, you settle at the edge of your bed, wary of laying down on your clean sheets. “And I want to see you,” you murmur. As frustrated as you were from the day, you couldn’t take it out on your handsome lover on screen. Jungkook’s sheepish smile is too sweet, makes you yearn for him like never before. Still. “But it’s late,” you sigh, “and you’re tired.”

His scoff is scratchy, a little choppy thanks to the long reception it travels over. “I’m not tired,” he says, but you’ve long since mastered the art of deciphering Jungkook’s expressions and physical state through the tiny pixels. “I just… really wanna see you.” His voice becomes laced with a dangerous proposition, his dark eyes glancing down the screen, not at your face, but at your body. “Can’t I see you?”

Biting your lip, you feel a rather juvenile wave of shyness wash over you, the arm not holding your phone up reaching over your chest. Your feeble attempt at covering yourself is met with a soft chuckle from Jungkook, who leans back in his seat. His thighs spread apart, and you catch sight of his dark briefs beneath the slightly translucent material of his pajamas. “Let me see you, baby,” he croons, teasingly running his hand over his thigh.

You cave too easily — it’s hard not to when your man looks like that — and slip the strap of your bra down your shoulder. A small action that makes big waves, wipes the smile off Jungkook’s face. The dying rays of the setting sun paint your room in a golden hue, embolden you with their comforting warmth as you snatch a pillow from the head of the bed. Propping your phone against it, you shuffle onto the bed anew, on your knees, acutely aware of the way your camera catches your entire form now. “Shit,” Jungkook mumbles, palming his growing erection. “You’re so hot.”

Watching him work his hand over himself, you find yourself mimicking his actions; after discarding your bra, your palms glide over your body, meeting at the mound between your thighs. You run your hand over yourself, the gentle pressure licking the flames of your desire. On your phone, Jungkook’s head lolls to the side, exposing the smooth column of his neck. It’s been months since you’ve last seen him, got to places kisses against his skin. You miss him dearly. “Can I touch?” you ask, voice airy. He’s so gorgeous, just the mere sight of him is enough to kick something hot up inside of you.

The glow of his monitor catches on his eyebrow piercing when he moves. “Please,” Jungkook exhales. His hand dips beneath the waistband at the front of his bottoms, eyes momentarily fluttering shut as he, presumably, grips his cock. You follow, hooking your finger beneath your panties and tugging them to the side. It’s a little embarrassing to see your tiny reflection on screen, and you find your thigh muscles threatening to jolt shut at the sight. “No, no,” Jungkook rushes out, jolting forward, closer. “Keep them open— please?”

He’s so sweet, polite, even with his hand down his pants. Steeling your nerves, you let yourself relax once more, sinking your knees into the mattress. The hand not holding aside your underwear snakes down, pointer finger dipping into the wetness that’s collected at your opening. A quiet gasp escapes you, glancing down at yourself in curiosity as you realize you’re wetter than you thought. Your run your finger through the warmth of your folds, drawing it back up to your clit. Slowly, you begin circling the swollen bud, gaze instinctively returning to your boyfriend.

Jungkook’s lips are slightly parted, eyes zeroed in on his phone as he watches you. It doesn’t feel as awkward and as nerve-wracking as it did the first few times. Now, Jungkook’s focused gaze feels empowering, in a sense, has you picking up the pace of your fingers against your clit as he watches. His hand works itself over his member, hidden beneath the fabric of his bottoms. “Jungkook,” you pant, slightly amused by the harsh jerk of his hand at the sound of your voice. “You, too,” you gasp, “let me see you, too.”

And just like you, he caves easily. Yanking his hand out of his pants, he makes quick work of pushing them down his hips. They stretch over his thighs, barely stand a chance against his bulging muscles when he spreads his legs. “Fuck,” he groans, melting into his seat as he tunes back into your show. His knuckles are nearly white, holding his cock tightly in an attempt to imitate the snugness of your cunt. The tip weeps with precum, trails down his length and over his knuckles the faster he pulls. It’s an image you burn into your mind.

Your gentle caresses turn into rabid rubbing, two— three fingers pressed together at the front of your slit, desperate to match the tune of Jungkook’s wrist. Unconsciously, your hips grind forward, the memories of Jungkook’s hot and heavy body against you spurring you on. His hands at your waist, digging into the skin until it’s painful. His breath against your damp skin, sending waves of shivers down your spine. “__,” he grunts, and although the lewd squelch of his hand is fuzzy over the line, your brain fills in the gaps. He always gets so sloppy toward the end, bucks into you like it’s his first time.

This time is no different. You watch as Jungkook unravels before you, his brows furrowed as he watches you move. “Fu— you’re so wet,” he chokes out, watching your fingers slid over your clit ferociously, his own speakers probably filled with the sounds of your pleasure just like yours are with his. “You’re always so wet after work,” Jungkook mumbles, running the pad of his thumb over his tip. It’s true, but you don’t want to tell him it’s because you think of him all day, imagining him bending you over your boss’s desk, the printer, a bathroom stall.

The motions of his hand speed up, jaw clenched as he works himself away. His name tumbles off your lips, gaze growing foggy as you watch the man before you; Jungkook’s breathing is shallow, harsh as he jerks himself to completion. The pressure at your core becomes unbearable and eventually, a shock of pleasure bursts over you, makes your toes curl, your clit go numb. Stuck in the motions, you can only weakly buck into your hand as your orgasm rolls over you, always careful to keep your face in Jungkook’s line of sight.

Jungkook follows, fills your bedroom with his strained breathing and a choked cry of your name. The pleasure renders him a limbless mess, head rolling back against his chair as he slumps further into his seat. His pearly cum leaves a splattered stain on his pajamas and on his thighs, cock still twitching as it pushes out the last of it. “Jungkook,” you call out softly, slowly regaining your strength. Your fingers begin to feel dry and icky, and it’s with a scrunch of your nose that you wipe them against your thigh. You needed a shower anyway.

On screen, your lover laughs. “God,” Jungkook exhales, eyes even more tired than before. “You’re so amazing.” You respond with an easy smile, languidly reaching forward to snatch up your phone. Jungkook’s face is flushed now, but the sky behind him remains as dark as it was when he first called. It matches the sky outside your own window, and you only have a moment to marvel at how quickly the sun set before Jungkook is speaking again, his voice soft and dainty as he talks you and him back down from your highs.

[earlgreydream]

tame.

| zemo x reader | smut |

anon requested. bratamer!Zemo or something with Zemo and spanking

cw: spanking, whipping, degradation, gagging

“Turn it down, draga!” Zemo snapped, throwing his office door open to reprimand you.

You were stretched out on the couch, starburst candy in your mouth as you kicked your feet to the beat of loud bubblegum pop music.

You’d already been told twice to turn it down, and Zemo was at his wits end with your obnoxious behavior. He was in meetings, the underlying bass of the songs interrupting his important business.

“I did turn it down.” You rolled your eyes, practically sneering at Zemo.

“You keep up this attitude, and you’re on your way to my wrath,” he warned.

“Whatever,” you turned onto your back, draping your head off of the side of the couch.

He stared at you, trying to let his fury simmer down. He finally pulled the plug on your stereo, plunging the room into silence.

Zemo ignored your glare, unable to put up with your bratty behavior any longer. He returned to his office, apologizing to his client. They finished the meeting, and Zemo had his secretary cancel the rest of his schedule.

.

Meanwhile, you were tanning on the deck, completely bare. His clients got an eyeful as they passed your nude body on their way out, making Zemo seethe.

Before you could say something coy, Zemo’s hand wrapped around your bicep, dragging you inside.

“Helmut-”

“I don’t want to hear it. You’ve disrespected me, and yourself, and I’ve had enough!” Zemo snapped.

You dug your heels in, putting up a fight against his manhandling. You were in a mood, and you wanted to rile the stoic sokovian. Household staff avoided looking at your body as they passed, each person who got a glimpse of you— of what was his— only angered Zemo further.

“You think you’re earning yourself a good fuck, yes? That’s what you want?” Zemo snapped, practically throwing your body up against the wall, getting in your face.

You glared at him, caught in the truth. That was exactly what you wanted— Zemo to fuck you thoroughly. He made a noise of disdain, as if your very existence disgusted him.

“You selfish little brat.”

The blood in your veins turned to ice, and you started to panic, realizing you hadn’t earned the reaction you’d hoped for. His dark gaze frightened you, and you dreaded everything that was beginning to unfold.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you tried to backtrack, tears welling in your eyes.

“You will be sorry,” Zemo hissed, his chest heaving with labored breaths.

He offered no sympathy at the sight of your tears, knowing it was a ploy to get him to lighten your punishment. He wasn’t falling for it, not after how you’d repeatedly pushed his buttons and been disobedient.

“Don’t cry. I haven’t even hurt you yet,” he held your jaw in his hand.

A pathetic whimper escaped your lips, and he dragged you down a side hall in his extensive mansion, to a room you detested. Both of your wrists stayed trapped in one of his hands, while the other pulled a key from the top of the doorframe.

“No, I don’t want to go in the playroom,” you shook your head, struggling against his grip on your wrists.

He said your name in an eerily calm tone, dark eyes boring into you.

“Stop struggling.”

A strained whine caught in your throat, and he pushed you into the room ahead of him. The lock clicked behind you on the door, and your arms went around your naked body. The black marble floor was cold under your feet, contradicting the shame and dread that burned through your skin. Your eyes danced along dark walls, covered in instruments and toys hanging from hooks, to a large bed in the corner.

His hand pressed against your lower back, leading you to the middle of the room, under a honeycomb structure attached to the ceiling. He threaded red cords through it, barely looking at you as he did so.

“Give me your hand.”

You miserably placed your hand in his. Red cord was bound around both of your wrists, tied to the ceiling with just enough pressure to leave your muscles straining, and your feet unsteady.

“Zemo-”

“I don’t want to hear a word out of your slutty mouth unless it’s red.”

You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, falling silent. He walked over to a chest of drawers, pulling out tiny clamps from one of them. You squirmed even before he approached you, the chords rattling against the grate.

You couldn’t escape him, you could barely move even a few centimeters. Your lips were parted, shallow, anxious breaths being exhaled softly. Zemo carefully monitored your reactions, listening to the pained squeak that came as he closed the clamps around your nipples, the sharp pinch biting into your hypersensitive skin. A chain hung between them, and he tugged lightly on it, just to see your toes curl in pain.

You gave Zemo a wounded look, struggling to stay quiet. You knew the rules, making noise and protesting would only land you in deeper trouble. Zemo was angry, and it was not the time to test him. He traced his fingers up your side, smoothing over the curve of your body.

He broke away from you, walking over the wall where different paddles were hanging from hooks. You squirmed in dread as he took a woden one off of the wall, tiny holes in it because he knew it was the one you found the most painful. He reserved it for when you were particularly bratty, or just downright disobedient.

“Stand still,” Zemo broke you out of your spiral of pity.

You exhaled, letting your feet settle on the ground. You didn’t need to be told to count, a quiet “one” falling from your lips as he struck your ass with the wood. Your numbers got progressively more strained until you were sobbing them out, trying not to lose count as your ass burned completely raw. 

Your arms ached, held above your head as you struggled not to teeter, your feet unsteady on the cold floor. Zemo had ceased spanking you, letting you hang there. A cracked whine slipped out when he roughly pulled the nipple clamps off of you, sending a split second of blinding pain through your chest. 

“You don’t have to count these,” Zemo’s voice broke the silence, making you open your eyes. 

You shook your head, another round of tears slipping down your cheeks as he pulled a brown leather whip down. He waited for your safeword, but you didn’t speak, crying silently and turning your face into your arm. 

The leather cord cracked against your already painful skin, welts raising and making you scream into the gag Zemo had placed in your mouth. You bit down on the fabric, sobbing as he whipped you for what felt like hours, though in reality it was likely only a few minutes.

He said your name, calling out to you, but you hardly heard him over your heart pounding in your ears. Zemo pried the gag out of your mouth, tilting your head up with both hands. You blinked slowly, gasping as he released your wrists from the restraints. You collapsed, but he caught you easily, ready for it.

You were shaking in his arms as he carried you to your bedroom, gently laying you down on the bed, easing you to rest on your stomach. He kissed down your spine, laying his hand on your side. You turned your face into the pillow, ashamed of your behavior, and him seeing you so vulnerable. 

“Draga, it’s alright,” his voice soothed your insecurities, and you relaxed as he tenderly massaged cream into your burning skin. 

You sniffed softly, wincing as he gently pulled some silk shorts up over your bum. He buttoned the matching top around you, earning your thanks. You twisted to look at him, pulling him to lay down in front of you, still fully dressed in his suit.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, and he pulled you into his chest, letting you snuggle against him.

“I know, my love. It’s perfectly okay. All is forgiven,” he promised, kissing your head. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly for as long as he let you. He kissed the protests off of your lips when he stood up, promising he was just changing and then coming back. 

You laid in the white sheets, waiting for your lover to return. He slid into bed next to you, watching the way your eyes lit up at his arrival. He pressed a kiss against your mouth, smiling as you curled up to rest under his arm. 

“My darling.”

.

“Zemo?” you called, walking with a slight limp into the kitchen. 

“I’m here. You didn’t need to be up so early,” he said, looking out the window before kissing your cheek. 

“I wanted to see you,” you answered, happy you’d caught him before a day of meetings.

“See me? Why wouldn’t you?”

“Work...” you answered, looking up at him as if he’d forgotten. 

“I’m off today. What would you like to do?” he asked, turning around and placing a plate of pancakes in your hands. 

You gazed up at him, his smile reaching his dark eyes. He’d felt guilty with how much time he’d spent working. He knew that was the real reason for you acting out, and all he wanted was to make up for it and spend some extra time with you. 

“Would it be wasteful to watch films? And eat these?” You asked.

“That would be perfect,” he helped you onto the couch, making sure you were able to sit comfortably. 

You giggled as he forked a piece of pancake into your mouth, kissing the syrup off of your lips. You ate and watched the movie, gasping at the scary parts and laughing as Zemo covered your eyes. 

“I love you, you know?”