#he really is the epitome of 'mark me down as scared AND horny'

[inhuman-obey-me]

Could you please do 🩸with Barbatos and MC

"What kind of blood will you bleed?" - Barbatos/MC

content warnings: blood (lol), gore/violence, suggestive

Since first arriving in the Devildom, there is one thing that has been made very clear -- you are living in a world far different from your own. You have noticed how at times you have two shadows instead of one, how the moon would glow brilliantly though there was no sun to give it its light, how whispers seemed to fill the air although there was no one there. Even when in the middle of the bustling capital city, something always seems to be … off.

The Demon Lord’s castle is no different -- painted eyes always watching you, flickers of light that cast silhouettes that shouldn’t be there, slight rumbles as if the very walls were alive -- and the ones that made up the underground labyrinth very much were. Even tonight, as you attend another one of Diavolo’s many grand parties, you know that you must always stay close to one of those you trust.

So how did things end up like this?

Your memory is hazy, unsure of what steps led you now to be in a dark corridor with sharp teeth ready at your throat, prepared to eat whatever scream you could let out before it leaves your lips. Abruptly, the heat at your neck is gone and replaced with empty cold air, and a voice you know well brings a calm to all of your senses.

“Well, well, Karelesa, to think you would pull such a trick under His Highness’ very nose.”

Your sight refocuses, and you see that Barbatos has tightly wound his tail around the body of the demon who had sought to make you her prey. He thrusts the demon against the opposing wall, and a sharp knife seems to appear from his sleeve with a flourish as if he was performing a human magic trick.

“I wonder,” Barbatos wears a sadistic smile, blade pressed against the lesser demon’s flesh. “What kind of blood will you bleed, hm?”

“I know deep down you desire to devour humans as well, Lord Barbatos.” Karelesa spits out, trying to mask her utter fear. “Wh-why don’t you ask that of the human?”

“Oh, I know what they bleed.” Barbatos’ eyes flicker to you, and something in his gaze causes warmth to spread through your very core. “Humans only bleed one color, one type, after all. You, however, are far more interesting of a specimen.” A gloved hand goes to cover her mouth to muffle her screams, his other hand skillfully slicing through her skin and peeling it from her bones. “Ah, a wonderfully vibrant and viscous chartreuse. A beautiful color, one fitting to paint the walls with.”

He makes quick work of Karelesa -- horrifyingly quick, you think. Two ghostly attendants appear out of thin air, carting off what is left of her down into the depths of the dark passage and out of sight. Slowly, Barbatos turns to you as he wipes the knife clean on a handkerchief.

“Are you alright, my dear? I’m terribly sorry you had to deal with that, and … to witness such a gruesome act.”

“It’s okay,” You quickly assure him, forcing your legs to move to approach him. You’re safe now, and yet you find your heart still beating quickly. “Thank you, Barbatos.” A pause, and you attempt to lighten the mood, “You really are skilled with a knife.”

“Oh?” There is amusement in his dark eyes. Suddenly, you feel the cool of metal on your cheek, carefully placed so that it does not cut skin as gloved fingers firmly grip your jaw, thumb pressed against your lower lip. “I can show you just how skilled I am, if you’d like.”

[seokjinsdisciple]

forbidden fruit - part one

mark x reader (literally all smut and completely self-indulgent)

mark is the epitome of innocence. pastor’s son and good christian boy. can he be tempted by the forbidden fruit?

UNEDITED

if you see this and you know me. inreal life, no you didn’t 

word count: 3.8k (blame red wine me)

warnings: language, fingering, choking kinda? (mark chokes himself), mutual masturbation, mommy kink, handjob, sub mark, blowjob, mentions of virginity and religion, uh wet dreams, sex toys, probably more lmk what i missed

You had met Mark 3 years ago in your church’s youth group. You never really liked church if you were honest, finding the whole thing rather stupid. However, Mark made coming to church very worth it. He was your age, the pastor’s son and probably the most handsome boy in your small town. 

You spent your high school years pining after the boy. Your hormones were out of control and associating all horniness with his face. A real problem when you had to spend hours with him at church. 

You ran into him one day on your campus your freshman year, his face lighting up as the two of you made small talk. You talked pretty regularly after that, becoming closer than you had been before, and when the two of you moved in together you thought all of your wet dreams were about to come true. 

At least until Mark drunkenly confessed to you one night that he was “like totally a virgin, dude.” 

The two of you were giggling messes, too many bottles of empty soju surrounding where you sat on the floor. Mark’s cheeks were deep red seconds after the words came out of his mouth. 

“Yo, I can’t believe I just said that, omg,” he said, hands covering his face as his ears reddened. 

“It’s ok, Mark,” you giggled, pulling his hands off of his face, “I kinda figured you were.”

You hadn’t, but you didn’t want him to feel embarrassed, and you certainly didn’t want him to stop talking about it. 

“Really?” he asked, a hopeful look on his face, “are you too?”

“No,” you giggled, hands covering your own face now, Mark’s whine ringing out in your mostly empty living room. 

“This-uh,” Mark whispered, “Sorry if this is uh- a weird question and you totally don't have to answer if you don't want to dude, but what did it feel like?”

So you told him, you answered every question he had that night. And when the two of you drunkenly parted ways, it was with a stickiness between your legs and an obvious tent in his pants. And that was the start of your current relationship with Mark.

It had been awkward at first, after that night. But he had started asking you more and more questions. They started off innocently enough, like what kissing felt like. Yeah, he was that innocent. But the questions started getting more and more sexual, and it was getting harder and harder to control yourself around him. 

You found yourself starting off simply at first. Changing what you wore around the house. It began by you wearing shorter and shorter pj bottoms. And then by wearing tops that gradually increased in sheerness, until you started just wearing oversized t-shirts. Losing pieces of underwear as you went.

Yeah, you were trying to seduce him. But who could blame you? Mark was the center of your wet dreams, and he had been so since the start of 8th grade. So who were you to deny his request?

It had been a regular Tuesday, classes attended and dinner shared when a blushing Mark had turned to you on the couch. 

“Something has been happening to me,” he confessed, his bright pink cheeks enough to make you soften. 

“Are you ok?” you had asked, completely convinced that he had never approached any topic like this before with you. 

“It’s just-,” he started, glancing nervously to the clasped hands in his lap, “I’ve been thinking about all the answers you’ve given me about...sex and all that. And well everytime that happens, I get this...heat in my abdomen. And no matter what I can’t make it go away.”

“Mark-,” you breathed out, glancing swiftly down to where, sure enough, there was a tent in his pants, “Are you talking about being horny?”

“I don’t- I don’t know what you mean,” he whispered, flushing an (impossibly) deeper shade of pink. 

“Oh sweetheart,” you whispered, “Are you feeling the heat in your abdomen now?”

You smiled gently as he nodded shyly back at you. Encouraging him with your facial expression as you hummed in acknowledgement.

“This is called being horny, Mark.” you spoke, much more calmly and clearly than you thought possible because of the heat tickling your own lower half. “What do you normally do when you feel this way?”

“I-I don’t normally do anything,” Mark admitted, eyes flicking up to yours for just a moment before settling back to his own clasped hands, “I just try to distract myself until it goes away.”

“Oh you poor thing,” you whispered, drawing your hand up to Mark’s face and caressing it gently, “Have you ever made yourself cum, Mark?”

Mark looked up at you again, confusion on his brow as he shook his head, “I don’t know-know what you mean.”

“You’re such a sweet angel,” you said, “Would you like me to show you how you can make it go away?”

Mark’s eyes connected with yours, and finally, they stayed there. He looked deep in thought, but before you could rush to apologize and hurry back to your room, he spoke.

“You can make it go away?” he asked hesitantly, and god did you want to ruin him on the spot. Wrap your lips around him and make him curse the lord he so deeply believed in. But you held back. The last thing you wanted to do was scare him away. 

“I can show you,” you spoke slowly, “if you want me to.”

“I think I might like that,” he whispered, the bob of his adams apple making you grow damp between your thighs. There was just something about Mark that made you insatiably hungry. And not for a meal. 

You scooted closer to him on the couch, ignoring the thumping of your heart and the wetness between your legs as you spoke, “I’m gonna tell you what you need to do. And you’re gonna listen, aren't you, baby?”

Mark’s eyes widened as he gulped, but he still nodded his head. You felt a little bad for how nervous he seemed, considering how excited you were. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You asked, analyzing his face closely. When he nodded you just tutted at him, “I need words, Mark.”

“Yeah,” he spoke, “I really want to do this.”

“Okay,” you smiled gently at him, “I want you to start by letting your hands explore. Touch everywhere, slowly, and find what feels best for you, Mark.”

You watched intently as he slowly brought his hand up to his neck, letting his fingers hesitantly dance across his skin. His eyes shot to yours when he shuddered, unable to stop himself. 

“Is-is that good?” he asked, whining as he dropped his hand to his chest. 

“You’re doing so good, Mark,” you encouraged, hesitantly placing your hand on his thigh, “Is it ok if I touch you like this?”

Mark nodded so quickly you almost laughed, the blush dusting his cheeks almost as cute as the way he squirmed under your grasp. His breathing increased as you crept your fingers slowly up his thigh. You let your hand rest on his hip, splaying your fingers so close to his dick but so far away.

“You’re- you’re making it worse,” he stuttered out, letting out a shocked moan as his fingers brushed over his nipple.

“No, baby,” you smirked at him, “I’m making it better.”

Mark’s cock jumped in his sweats, his blush deepening as he let out another quiet moan, “I- I like it when you call me that.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, “I’m glad you like being called baby, it suits you.”

His breath hitched as you dipped a finger beneath the band of his sweats, letting it rest there. You smiled when his hands met yours, grabbing his pants and tugging them off. You almost moaned as his glistening red cock slapped his stomach. He hadn’t been wearing underwear. 

“What do I do now?” he whispered, eyes blown out with lust and hair perfectly tousled. 

You let your finger trail up to where a bead of precum rested on the head of his dick. You watched as his face scrunched in pleasure, breath knocked out of him as you swirled the wetness around the tip. 

“Make sure your hand is wet enough,” you said, spitting into your hand, smirking as Mark’s eyes shot open at the noise, flickering down to where your hand was hovering over his cock. 

You watched as he swallowed, his own fingers curling into the couch as he said, “Will you please touch me now?”

“How could I say no when my baby asks so nicely,” you said, eyes never leaving his face as you finally wrapped a hand around his length. 

Mark was a sight to behold. Sweat glistened on his forehead as you wrapped your hand tightly around his cock. The guttural moan he let out was enough to have you cumming in your pants, but you held strong. Well as strong as you could as he clung onto your form. You dragged your hand slowly up his length, thumb flicking over the head of his cock as he groaned into your shoulder. 

You felt on top of the world, Mark’s pleasure the direct response to every flick of your wrist. You barely recognized him. Whining, needy mess as he mewled into your shoulder. 

“Mo-mommy,” he whimpered, hands quickly finding your core, “Can I touch you too?”

Who were you to deny your polite boy, quickly and ungracefully shoving your panties to the side to give Mark an easier access to your heat. You’d be lying if you said the term mommy had no effect on you. In fact, you were dripping at this point, just one look at Mark enough to make your pussy throb in need. Not that you would tell him that. 

“Baby,” you said quietly, guiding Mark’s over-enthusiastic hand to your clit, “right here, keep rubbing in circles.”

“Yes, mommy,” he whimpered, shoving his reddened face into your shoulder as your wrist moved quicker up and down his length. 

“Good boy,” you groaned, squirming where you sat on the couch as Mark slipped a finger into your dripping cunt. 

You were getting each other off at an inhuman pace, the two of you squirming and wiggling where you sat. The pleasure of it all too much to take. This was Mark’s first time feeling any contact on his cock, and you’d be lying if you said you never dreamed of Mark’s fingers pumping into you at the pace they were now. 

This was the definition of a wet dream, for both of you. And as you came with his fingers reaching a place in you no one else had reached before, you were determined to make Mark cum. 

You flicked your thumb around the head of his cock, watching with half lidded eyes as he shuddered. He was putty in your hands, and there was no way in hell that he would ever be able to touch himself the way you were touching him now. And you didn’t care. The only thing you cared about in this moment was throwing him off the edge with you. Corrupting that sweet little church boy the only way you knew how. 

It was with a satisfying grin and an earth-shattering moan from Mark as you watched cum spurt from him. Eyes scrunched in pleasure as his entire body shook with a feeling he had never experienced before. An orgasm. 

You watched in wonder as he clung onto you. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he threw his head back on the couch. You watched as his cock twitched as rope after rope of cum sprung from him, years of pent up pleasure finally releasing at your hands. You had never felt more powerful in that moment. 

You parted that night with a sweet kiss to his lips after cleaning him up. Boneless Mark even more pliable than before, and as much as you hated yourself for it, you couldn’t stop thinking about what you could do to a sleepy Mark. That night there was no awkwardness between you. 

That, of course, changed as time passed, both of you ignoring the mutual pleasure you had achieved by the other's hand. You ignored any feelings you had, whether it be attraction or lust. Mark deliberately avoided you, and as much as you hated to admit it, but you avoided him too. 

You were convinced the two of you would never recover from this, from your experimentation with each other's bodies. At least until he burst into your room one Sunday afternoon, notably after his father’s church service, with a question and burning cheeks. 

“Have you ever given a blowjob?” he asked, the door to your bedroom swinging into the wall with a loud bang that neither of you could hear. 

“Mark?” you asked, putting your laptop to the side as you looked quizzically up at him.

“I watched one..porn video about it last week and I haven't been able to focus since.”

“You watch porn now?” you asked, raising a critical eyebrow as you looked him up and down.

“I-, no” Mark stuttered, face flushing an impossibly deeper shade of red, “yes, what about it?”

“You sound sure of yourself,” you teased, “come sit.”

“Never mind-”Mark rushed out, turning away from you and hurrying towards your open door. 

“Sit, Mark. Now please,” you spoke, dominance in your tone as you watched his body language change. 

You smiled softly to yourself as he shuffled to your bed, sitting on the edge and avoiding your gaze. 

“Did you have a question for me, baby?”

You almost laughed as he sighed, body immediately relaxing at the nickname he had told you he loved so much. 

“I was just wondering,” he said, glancing up at you and losing his confidence, “haveyouevergivenablowjob?”

“What was that? I couldn’t quite catch that, Mark,” you said, knowing glance as you watched his lips form into a perfect pout.

“Are you really gonna make me ask again,” he whispered, looking down from where his eyes previously met yours. 

“Yes, baby, I am.”

You grasped his hand as he whined, squeezing his palm slightly as he pouted up at you. 

“Have you ever given a blowjob?” he whispered, eyes glancing to every corner of the room to avoid your gaze. 

“I have.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as his eyes met yours curiously. Fingers playing with your comforter as you watched the wheels turning in his brain. You were begging him to ask, practically groveling for him to say the words that would fuel the corruption kink you had solely for Mark. 

“Can you…” Mark started, scotting subconsciously closer to you, “can you give me one?”

“Well that depends on you, Mark. Do you think you deserve my mouth?”

You watched with bated breath as he nodded, a tent already fully formed in his pants as the conversation went on.

“What makes you think you deserve it, huh? You’ve been ignoring me for weeks, Mark. After Mommy made you feel so good. You ignored me, and now I find out you’ve been watching porn. Being such a naughty boy. Doesn’t really seem right to give you my mouth.”

You had him now, hook line and sinker. He was trapped, listening to every one of your words, waiting with bated breath as you made up your mind. 

“I- I’ve never felt it before, Mommy. I promise I’ll be better next time. I’ll do better next time. Just please suck me off,” he begged, filthy words dripping from his mouth in desperation. 

“I’m ruining you, Mark,” you whispered, “Absolutely destroying your sweet innocence. What about your God, Mark? Would he want you to beg for my mouth like you just did?”

“I-,” he started, quieting as you pushed a finger towards his lips. 

“It’s ok, baby. I’ll make you worship that God of yours in a way you didn’t even know was possible. 

You steadied his shaking body as you switched him places on your bed. Sitting in front of him in your disgustingly dirty pj top and messy bun as he laid in front of you. You tugged his pants down, licking your lips in want as his cock slapped his stomach. 

You wanted this just as much as he did, evident by your drool and dirty thoughts. You hadn’t noticed his sizable length before, too focused on all of the other unbelievable things that had happened before wrapping your hand around his cock. You took it all in now, the glory of Mark’s cock, pulsing red and so incredibly hard in need. If he hadn’t whimpered you would’ve stared at this beautiful sight for hours. But he was needy and so were you. So you wrapped your mouth around him. And dear God was Mark a sight to behold.

He had stars in his eyes as your tongue ran up the length of his cock. He could barely contain himself as his hips bucked up into your mouth. Politeness leaving his body as he followed his craving for pleasure. 

Within seconds his hands were in your hair. Tugging as you worked your mouth over his sensitive length. He was barely holding it together, and the second you reached the bottom of his cock, he cursed. 

His hips were itching to move, you could feel the way they bucked ever so slightly as you took him. Your hands grasped his thigh tightly as he unintentionally pushed your head down. You were taking as much as he gave you, and as he whined in pleasure you couldn’t help  A second later he wasn’t touching you anymore, eyes wide when you glanced up at him. 

“So-sorry,” he whispered, for what you weren’t sure. 

“What’s wrong, Mark?” you asked gently. 

“I should go,” he said, face paling as he scooted further away from you on the bed, “This isn’t right.”

You stood up quickly, sitting beside him and cupping his face in your hands, “Mark you can go if you want to, I won’t stop you. But do you really think something that felt so good could be bad?”

“I-I don’t know,” he whispered, shying away from your touch, “I’m going to the library.”

He stood up quickly, half tripping as he tried to pull his pants back up, fumbling with himself and the door as he tried to leave. 

“Mark,” you called out to him, waiting until he turned to meet your gaze before continuing, “It’s ok that you aren’t ready yet. But I’m always here if you have more questions.”

He nodded at you, “Thank you, for understanding,” blush returning to his cheeks as he spoke, “I feel comfortable around you, Yn.”

He closed the door after he left, and while your Sunday afternoon was spent attached to a vibrator, you were glad Mark had felt comfortable enough with you to tell you that he wasn’t comfortable. 

Maybe you had pushed him too far, and as much as it killed you, you were glad he was taking his time. If your baby wasn’t ready to go any further than handjobs, then that was that. He was too innocent to be corrupted, which is what made corrupting him all the better. 

Yes, Mark had been full of curiosity and questions. But you were the one who wasn’t ready for the question he asked next.

[thewriterowl]

Hi! Say, do you have any more headcanons on Luke being Mandalorian bait? That OS was HILARIOUS.

It must be said: Jedi are Mandalorian bait. It is like Jedi were made for Mandalorians. Is it a coincidence that Obi-Wan is so beautiful and shippable with a Mandalorian (Satine/Jango/Cody)? I THINK NOT.

Luke himself is even MORE perfect of Mandalorian bait because he fits almost every type a Mandalorian may want.

Badass warrior: This is obvious...Luke is THE Jedi. He is an efficient warrior who can turn into hardcore killer mode if necessary. He can from graceful to feral given the situation and he does it well. Hand to hand, weapons, power...he'll fight and fight well, beautiful even. Terrifyingly beautiful. Most Mandalorians will see him and go "well mark me down as scared and horny." which is just the epitome of Mandalorian type.

Feral idiot: Luke loves speed, he loves flying with flips, he wants to race and jump off things and doing something ridiculous whenever he can with an eager expression on his face. He's (nicely) competitive and is ready to face any moronic challenge that comes his way. Oh you wanna play chicken with a speeder to the edge of a cliff? YA BET YO ASS, LET'S GO BOY.

Big softie: Luke is Good Boy(TM). He saved the galaxy from being kind and forgiving and soft. He is the sweetest thing the Force has produced in ages. He is all warm and smiles and patient and a good listener. He is willing to give hugs and words of encouragement and compliments (and there are some egos in the Mandalorian culture, so this is niiiiice). He would fit some old fashion or people with specific kinks of wanting a housewife because he goes from warrior to someone who could wear a apron and do domestic stuff well.

Kinks: I'm pretty sure that Luke is open to so many kinks. Or he just fits into so many fantasy kinks for anyone looking at him (innocent kink, slutty kink, pregnant/breeding kink, homemaker kink, feral warrior kink, etc. etc.) he is probably a sex symbol in the Mandalorian culture because he can easily fit whatever fantasy they come up with. You know how so many people are over Pedro/Din on Tumblr? That's the Mandalorians to Luke.

Good with kids: Back to the big softie, sweetheart, light of everyone's life...kids love him. He wants to be a teacher and he's great at it. He is so soft and parental and warm and gentle (but also fun and can be energetic and loud) that kids can flock to him for fun. He is big on adoption and making children smiling.

Looks: Luke is a beauty. He's tiny but toned, has some soft points to him (tummy ❤️) but his arms are sexy warrior like, not to mention his waist and ass. Then there is his face which makes many do a double-take. He's beautiful with some masculine edge that, again, opens up a possibility for anyone to find what they like in his looks. (his tiny-ness also hits well to a lot of Manalorians who like to feel big)

Personality: Luke is funny, he's bright, he's a quick learner with a sarcastic wit to him, he likes to debate and spar but really likes quiet moments between him and those he cares about, he's a leader but can follow so well (coughSUBcough), he is so focused on family, respectable of tradition and other cultures but is very open to change and learning something new...

The guy is PERFECT and any Mandalorian will see it, and though not all want him people even like Bo-Katan would nod and go, "not bad."

He is meant for a Mandalorian and he may unintentionally do a Helen of Troy and cause a war for his hand in marriage (it probably wouldn't last cause his god-like power would step in and get everyone to stop.)

If Luke just walked down a Mandalorian street he'd be followed after like that comic of those mind-readers finding Luke like catnip. He'd be all confused with these warriors surrounding him and flirting/seducing or just wanting to talk and touch and get him things.

Din (or Boba, Paz, or all of them) are just sulking and fuming. But they can't say anything cause they're 100% the same.

[benisalilbitch]

Please rate yennefer, and thanks for doing letho. You're doing gods work with these rates 💞 everyone's so beautiful

Thank you so much! I had to do my big boy Letho because I love him. I'll gladly do my favorite sorceress too and keep doing my work as long as the asks keep coming!!

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Hot, dark, sarcastic, emo sorceress? Fuck yeah, I'll bang my favorite sorceress of all time. No need to ask me twice. 15/10

How do I even begin to explain Yennefer of Vengerberg?

-Yennefer is flawless.

- She has a megascope and a lot of clothes.

- I hear her hair is insured for 10,000 crowns.

- I hear she does clothing comercials… in Skellige.

- Her favorite thing is fucking a hot witcher on top of a unicorn.

- One time, she met Geralt of Rivia at a funeral and he told her she smelled wonderful.

- One time, she punched a Djinn in the face… it was awesome!

(Mean Girls ref in case you didn't know lmao)

Yennefer is just the best. I have no other words to describe my baby girl. She's the hottest, kinkiest and most powerful sorceress in the whole continent. Why settle for a vanilla bitch (Triss) when you can get the unique experience on fucking on top of a unicorn and make your dreams come true?

As I've said before, all the women in The Witcher peg and Yennefer is the dom of the game, no I won't be taking any criticism. How does she manage to deal with that dumb witcher? I have absolutely no idea, but I assume Geralt makes up for it in the bedroom and I'm dying to find out what a sorceress as powerful as her can do.

Yennefer is just flawless. Her eyes, her hair, her voice, her face. That bitch really is epitome of beauty and she knows it. Complex just doesn't do justice as to what kind of character she is. I'm willing to bet she is the most complex character in the whole witcher universe... And also the hottest. Yen is sweet and caring. She's funny and sarcastic and knows how to out his dumb himbo back in his place and I love it.

You don't want to get in her bad side, though. I just know Yen will take no shit... But her pissed off face? Hot as fuck. I'd still be scared to make her mad, but my curiosity would get the best of me and I'm sure my whore ass is gonna regret it later. Whenever she gives me that death glare? Well, mark me down as scared and horny.

We stan powerful women and Yen is the shit. My girl calls the shots wherever she is and if someone doesn't like it, they can go fuck themselves. Yennefer also wants a quiet and peaceful life while her dumb husband goes out and keeps being a hoe during the DLC's. You bet your ass I've been loyal to my boo, because now I'm sure no one can do shit like she does.

Lastly, aren't her clothes just the best? My girl dresses classy af. No cleavage, no short skirts, no nothing. She leaves everything to the imagination and you bet your ass I've spent a lot of time imagining that shit... Until you get to fuck her a couple more times. Yen's black and white color scheme is just the best and she looks so damn emo all the time. I love it, love her vibe.

Yennefer of Vengerberg is the boss ass bitch of The Witcher and she can, and will, have my ass any time my queen wishes.

Send me The Witcher 3 characters and I'll rate them along with my thot thoughts.

[kpopsinning]

After Hours - Teacher AU

“Trying to leave so soon?” he mused, raising an eyebrow. “I just got here! I could give you something even better to put in between those pretty lips of yours if you’d like,” he hummed.

word count: 5.3k

genre: smut (dom/sub, face fucking, dirty talk, really rough)

“Fuck Jake, settle down,” you hissed as you were slammed against the lockers, the loud sound of your body hitting the metal echoing through the empty locker room. “There still might be someone in the school!”

Jake, your fuck buddy, just chuckled in response as his hands ran over your waist and hips, then came back up and began roughly groping your breasts.

“Come on Y/N, loosen up,” he insisted, leaning down to catch one of your nipples in between his teeth and causing you to moan. “Practice ended almost an hour ago, I think we’re the only two people crazy enough to still be here,” he winked, mumbling the words around your breast still in his mouth. You sighed a little bit and felt compelled to roll your eyes at him, but the warm lips wrapped around your nipple were enough to make you start to relax. As terrified as you were at the idea of getting caught, you couldn’t possibly be tense or anxious with someone so attractive causing you so much pleasure.

If you were looking for more than just a good fuck, Jake wouldn’t be your type of guy at all. Sure he was good looking, but he was a jock on the football team, arrogant, and in all honestly, a bit of an airhead. You two met in a bio class the year before and were paired together for an assignment. He invited you over to his house to do the work, one thing led to another, and you two started having weekly ‘study’ sessions. Those quickly turned into weekly fuck sessions, and weekly soon became daily. Before you knew it all it took was a text message or phone call to get what you needed any time you were horny.

On this day in particular, you had stayed after school because you knew the library would be completely empty and a good place to study for your history exam. Jake however had other ideas, and texted you as soon as his last teammate left the locker room post-practice.

Jake [6:45pm] - everyone is gone, please tell me you’re still here

You [6:46pm] - i actually am, but was planning on leaving soon

You [6:46pm] - …

You [6:46pm] - what did you have in mind?

Jake [6:46pm] - (Image Attached)

It was a selfie of Jake’s lower body. He was standing in the middle of the locker room, completely naked with just his hand covering his crotch.

Jake [6:47pm] - come to the locker room and find out ;)

It was as simple as that.

You didn’t need to be told anything else, you were always down for some good sex. You convinced yourself you deserved to unwind after studying for so long anyway. You made quick work of packing your books, leaving the library, and rushing to the other side of the school where the locker room was located. You felt weird going into the boys locker room, but the second you pushed open the heavy door and saw Jake stark naked, leaning against the lockers awaiting your arrival, everything felt right.

So that was how you found yourself naked in the middle of the boys locker room, sandwiched in between your fuck buddy’s still sweaty from practice body, and the cool metal of the lockers— it felt like fire and ice.

You wove your fingers through Jake’s damp hair and tugged gently, moaning as his mouth continued to cover your chest in light purple marks. He knew how much you loved to have your nipples bit, and used that to his advantage every chance he got. You could feel his hard cock against your stomach, and you grabbed it to give it a few strokes.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna fuck you right against these lockers,” he grunted, moving up to press his lips against your own. You could feel your stomach jump slightly as his words. You never pictured yourself in a situation like this, and there was a part of you that knew how wrong it was. The part of you ready to have sex however, overrode those worrisome thoughts. You had to squeeze your thighs together in anticipation from how turned on you were becoming, able to feel the wetness between your legs. You two sloppily made out for a few moments as you pumped his cock to full hardness with a lazy hand.

“Let me suck you off first,” you mumbled, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.  Jake could never turn down a blowjob from you of all people and he grinned, one of his hands raking through your hair as you eagerly fell to your knees. You were practically craving the taste of his cock.

He wasn’t the biggest you’d ever been with, but he was certainly big enough to get the job done. He was nice and thick too, always stretching you out in just the right way. You two had been together for so long at that point that you knew exactly what the other liked, and could make each other come in a matter of minutes if needed. Plus, since his cock wasn’t overwhelmingly huge, you could pleasure him perfectly without gagging to the point of tears.

Once on the ground you automatically licked your lips, just taking a moment to enjoy the sight of Jake’s erection standing up straight towards his stomach. You loosely held onto the base of his shaft with one hand, sticking your tongue out to tease his tip and lick up some of the precum forming there. He hissed, lightly pulling at your hair.

“Come on Y/N, don’t make me beg,” he groaned. In any other location you may have actually made him do just that, but for now you just gave him a sly smile, and then did exactly what he wanted. You slowly started to take his whole length, not even bothering to bob your head. You just sunk your mouth all the way down until your nose brushed against his trimmed pubic hair and his cock grazed against the back of your throat. If you forced yourself down a bit further, you definitely would gag, but he didn’t deserve that satisfaction quite yet.

You pulled back and started bobbing your head a few times, relishing in the way his head leaned back and he let out throaty moans. You loved knowing you were causing him to feel this good.

“Hey!” a deep voice bellowed from the locker room entrance, scaring you so suddenly you almost choked on his cock by accident. “What the fuck is going on in here?!”

You immediately pushed away from Jake, a string of spit still hanging from your lip, and he took a step back as well in shock. You glanced over to see Jake’s football coach standing on the other side of the room, and your blood ran cold. You both immediately tried to cover yourselves up, and you felt like your cheeks were on fire as you quickly scrambled to find your clothes.

“Coach Kim I can ex-“

“Get the fuck out of here Jake before I pull you from the game tomorrow,” his coach spat, venom lacing the words. Jake didn’t hesitate another second, throwing on his shorts and running out of the locker room, leaving you petrified and alone with Coach Kim. You couldn’t believe he would just ditch you like that, but at the same time you knew when it came down to it, football came before you for him.

You weren’t very familiar with Coach Kim. You had never had him as your own gym teacher, but he did instruct another gym class during the same class period yours was held. That meant that once in awhile when the weather was nice and gym class was outside, your gym teacher and Coach Kim would make their classes verse each other in soccer or softball. You couldn’t deny that he was absolutely gorgeous. Every girl in the whole school practically drooled over him during gym classes, hiking up their shorts a little extra when he was nearby. His wavy brown hair was always stuck up in different directions or tucked away under a baseball cap, and his eyes lit up any time he laughed at something a student said or he was joking around with another teacher. There was also something very attractive about how aggressive he got when he was coaching or got upset with his football team. You went to a football game once in a while, and watching Coach Kim scream from the sidelines was terrifying and intriguing both at the same time. You found yourself sometimes wondering what he’d be like in bed…

You could feel tears welling in your eyes. Your bra was nowhere to be found, and you were shaking as you tried to collect your clothes. You couldn’t believe this was happening, you couldn’t believe you two had been caught.

You noticed Coach Kim wasn’t moving. He wasn’t moving, he wasn’t leaving, and he wasn’t saying anything either. He was just standing there, watching you…

You could feel his eyes all over you.

You nervously looked up, only to meet his own eyes which were filled with lust. He was taking in every inch of your naked body with a hungered look on his face. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip.

He began sauntering over you as if he was the very epitome of confidence. You had just stood up and began trying to tug your clothes on, but once he was close enough he reached out and grabbed your wrists. He chuckled lowly, taking the clothes out of your hands and throwing them aside.

“Trying to leave so soon?” he mused, raising an eyebrow. “I just got here! I could give you something even better to put in between those pretty lips of yours if you’d like,” he hummed. He reached up to cup your cheek and run his thumb over your bottom lip, which was slightly swollen from kissing Jake so roughly. You could feel the blush that formed from his words and you quickly looked down to avert his gaze, but he just tightened his grip on your face and forced you to look at him.

“Why so shy?” he pouted, his demeanor completely different from how angry he was at Jake mere moments ago. “You seemed to enjoy sucking on his cock from what I saw,” he shrugged.

“Oh my god he must have been watching us before he spoke up!” you thought to yourself.

“And I promise I have… more to offer,” he snorted, smiling with his tongue bit between his teeth. He wasn’t that much taller than you, but his close proximity and the way he presented himself made it feel like he was towering over you. He was just as intimidating as he was enticing. The way he smelled was just further clouding your senses- an oddly appealing mixture of expensive cologne and sweat from hours outside with his football team.

“My name is Taehyung, by the way,” he shrugged, speaking as if the whole situation were casual. “You’re already naked, so let’s make things a little more even,” he suggested, pulling off his shirt in one swift motion. You could have moaned at just the sight of his wonderfully toned body, and had to use all your willpower to not stare.

Your head was spinning. You couldn't believe a school instructor was behaving this way with you, and he was just so cocky about it on top of that. Something about such self-confidence was turning you on beyond belief.

One of his large hands reached out and rested on your shoulder, starting to push you towards the ground. You willingly kneeled on the tile floor, which felt much colder than it had a few minutes ago, in a position you were all too familiar with. You were still trying to wrap your head around what was happening, but the sudden movement as he guided you down to your knees shook you out of your trance.

The sight before you from this angle gave a whole new meaning to the word ‘intimidating'. He still wore his baggy athletic shorts from practice, and the size of the erection straining through the fabric was enough to make your eyes widen and your mouth water. He noticed and chuckled.

“Like what you see?” he purred, running his fingers though your slightly sweaty hair. You nodded a bit, trying to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat. “Go on then,” he crooned, petting your hair as if to help relax you.

You licked your lips and smirked a bit, causing him to raise an eyebrow. As flustered as you were from the initial shock of the whole situation, there was never a time when you didn’t get excited at the thought of sucking cock, and you wanted to show Taehyung what you were capable of.

You looked up at him with the most innocent doe-eyes you could muster, reaching a tentative hand up to palm him through his shorts. He bit down on his bottom lip, watching you lustfully. You ran your hand over the length a few times, groaning quietly. He probably had the biggest cock you’d even seen; it had to be at least nine inches and you could tell he was girthy as well. You could feel a wave of arousal go straight to your crotch.

“You’re huge Taehyung,” you groaned, hanging your mouth open a bit as you watched his expression closely. You could tell he didn’t expect this out of you, but was loving every second of it nonetheless.

“Call me ‘sir,'” he instructed, tightening his grip on your hair. You let out a quiet moan, eyes falling shut.

“Yes, sir,” you replied. You opened your eyes back up and focused on his cock instead of his face now. You hooked your fingers under his waistband and slowly pulled down his shorts and boxers in one shot.

“No fucking teasing, or you’ll regret it,” he growled, giving your hair a harsh tug. You hissed but found the pain enjoyable. Once his clothing was out of the way his erection was finally able to stand up straight, and you needed a moment to take in the sight. It stood up almost all the way to his bellybutton, absolutely beautiful as it contrasted against his well shaped abs. God, now he seemed even bigger than you thought previously. You noticed some details like few large protruding veins, but mostly fixated on the swollen pink tip that was already starting to leak precum.

“Look at you,” he chuckled, amusement evident in his tone. “Look at the way you’re admiring my cock, what a good little slut,” he praised, his words sending a rush of wetness you could feel dripping between your thighs.

He didn’t have to say anything else as you eagerly wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, your fingers barely able to fit around the whole thing. You were too excited to wait any longer, bringing his tip right to your lips and swirling your tongue around it a few times. You lapped up the precum that was there, then sucking on just the tip for a moment. You pulled back and let it audibly pop out from between your lips. Taehyung pulled your hair again, causing you to whine.

“What did I just say about teasing?” he spat, shoving your face closer to his cock. You couldn’t help it; teasing just came naturally to you and you were a firm believer that it was the secret to a good blowjob.

“I’m sorry sir,” you choked out, parting your lips to take his length into your mouth more generously. You kept your motions smooth as you moved his cock in and out, loving how hot it felt between your lips. You tried to make your mouth reach your hand that was still gripping the base of his cock with each bob of your head, and eventually worked up a steady pace.

“There we go,” he moaned, pleased with how well you were doing. You pulled off completely for a moment and grinned, using your hand to give him a few good pumps over his full length. You pushed his cock up and leaned back in, running your tongue flat over one of the most prominent veins and earning a throaty moan. You repeated this action a few more times before taking him back in between your lips.

“Fuck you’re so good at this,” he praised lowly, using the hand wound in your hair to push you further down on his cock. “Show me how much you can take, I can tell how much you love having a big cock in your mouth.” You moaned at his words, very well knowing it would send vibrations through his length. His hips bucked and he pushed in further, causing his tip to slam into the back of your throat. You gagged and immediately felt tears welling in your eyes. You tried to pull your head back but he made a sound of disapproval.

“Stay like that for a minute, choke on my cock,” he grunted, guiding his cock impossibly further down your throat. You had never deep throated someone like this before, let alone blown someone this big in general. Your jaw was already aching since he was much thicker than you were used to and tears were streaming down your cheeks from gagging so much.

“You look so pretty like this baby,” he groaned quietly, pulling back out just long enough for you to breathe before roughly fucking your throat once again. He held the position after a few thrusts and just let you choke around his cock. He kept up that pattern: holding still and forcing you to gag on his cock for a bit before moving back just long enough you could catch your breath. He'd then go right back to pulling your hair and fucking your face until mascara was visibly running down your tear stained cheeks.

You started to feel his cock twitching in your mouth and mentally prepared to swallow his load, but that’s when he finally let up. He pulled you off his cock and groaned at the loss, looking down at your spit covered, mascara-tear stained face.

“I could fuck your pretty face like that for hours,” he sighed, reaching to wipe your cheeks off a bit with his thumb. “But I think now I’d rather fuck you a little differently,” he added with a grin. He motioned for you to stand, and when you did so he immediately put his hands on your sides and shoved you into the lockers. The sudden action shocked you and you gasped, and he took the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth and sloppily kiss you. You kissed back right away, the two of you just going at each other with open mouths and tangled tongues.

“Alright,” he pulled back after a few minutes, eyes scanning over your face and body briefly. “It’s your turn.”

You raised a questioning eyebrow, not understanding what he meant. Before you could even open your mouth to ask he was moving down to his knees, which you certainly didn’t expect. He ran his large hands over your thighs as his eyes took in every inch of you from that angle, and you suddenly felt exposed. You clenched your thighs together, able to feel the wetness that was seeping from your entrance.

“Tsk tsk tsk,” he chastised, shaking his head as you attempted to conceal what he wanted to see most. He wedged his hands in between your legs and forced them apart, and you could feel a rush of cool air hit your wetness. You bit your lip as you nervously looked down at him, but he was completely captivated by the sight before him.

“All this? For me?” he purred, reaching two fingers up and swirling them through your juices. You bit back a moan from finally receiving some sort of friction, starting to realize you were literally throbbing from being so turned on.

He used one hand to lift your leg, putting your knee over his shoulder so he was face to face with your dripping slit.

“You look so pretty Y/N, why would you try to hide yourself?,” he breathed, and you shivered when his breath washed over your wetness. He leaned in and flattened his tongue against your slit, and you tilted your head back and groaned. He dragged his tongue up painfully slow, finally wrapping his luscious lips around your clit and sucking it gently. The moan you let out was obscene, and you could feel him smiling into your crotch. One of his hands wandered up between your legs and he shoved a finger all the way inside of you without warning.

“Fuck!” you gasped, reaching down and tangling your fingers through his soft, curly hair. He hummed in response, and the vibrations it sent through your clit were enough to make your head spin. He pulled back a bit, licking his lips and glancing up at you.

“Fuck baby, you taste so good,” he groaned, adding a second finger and pumping them in and out slowly. Your grip in his hair tightened as he leaned back in between your legs, licking his tongue around his fingers and then going back to focus on your clit. He rolled his tongue around the sensitive bud a few times before taking it back between his lips, this time sucking harder than before. You let out a high pitched moan, feeling the muscles in your stomach start to tense up.

“S-Sir I’m getting close,” you barely managed to choke out, and he sped up the pace of his fingers a bit. He let his teeth graze against your clit and you yelled out in pleasure, but he just smiled and pulled back to look up at you.

“You wanna come? You wanna come all over my fingers and face like the dirty slut you are?” he challenged, adding a third finger and pumping them impossibly faster.

“Y-yes sir please!” you begged, head falling back again against the lockers. The metal felt so cool against the hot skin of your back.

He leaned back in to lick at your clit a few more times, and you could feel your release building up even more. He felt your walls start to clench around his fingers, and suddenly you were deprived off all the wonderful sensations he had been giving you. You lifted your head back up and gasped.

“What the fuck Taehyung I was so-“ he cut you off by standing back up and delivering a sharp smack to your cheek. Your hand flew up to your face, mouth hanging open slightly as you looked up into his dark eyes.

“Don’t talk to me like that, only good sluts get to finish,” he growled, his behavior once again taking another drastic shift. It threw you off guard, but also just turned you on even more. One of his hands reached up and wrapped around your neck, the other, which was just inside of you, reached up to your lips. He presented you with the three fingers that he had used to fuck you.

“Suck,” he commanded. “Clean my fingers off.” You parted your lips and he pushed the fingers inside, and you began swirling your tongue around them. You sucked on them in a way that elicited grossly lewd sounds, but you could tell he was loving every second of it.

He pulled his fingers out, and the hand around your neck tightened slightly.

“Do you like tasting yourself?” he asked, and you nodded. “That’s what I thought, sluts always love the way they taste," he smirked. The hand on your neck slid down to grope one of your breasts, and he leaned in to bring your lips together. This time he kissed you much less aggressively than before, but at the same time there was still a certain passion behind it that made your entire body feel like it was on fire wherever he was pressed against you.

“Ready for me to fuck you?” he grunted into the kiss, not bothering to pull away to speak. “I’m gonna fuck you until I make you scream my name so loud it’ll still be echoing through this locker room tomorrow morning,” he growled, his words sending shivers through your entire body.

“Yes sir, I’m ready,” you breathed when he broke the kiss, and he grinned.

“Turn around,” he huffed, and you obeyed. He leaned into you from behind and you moaned, able to feel his huge cock slide against your ass. As his sweaty torso pressed into your back your own chest was squished against the lockers, and your nipples hardened from the coldness of the metal. He guided his cock to your entrance, running his head over your dripping wet slit a few times and groaning.

“Hands behind your back," he instructed, gripping both of your wrists with his free hand once you did so. When he felt your wrists were properly secured, he didn’t hesitate any longer. He pushed inside of you at an almost painfully slow pace, and even after being opened up by his fingers his cock was still so thick the stretch hurt. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your lip, trying to relax and adjust to his size.

“Holy shit, Taehyung,” you groaned, resting your sweaty forehead on the the lockers. He chuckled a little, using the hand not binding your wrists to rub your shoulder a bit.

“What Y/N? Jake doesn’t fill you up like this?” he teased, pulling out about halfway and then immediately slamming back in and causing you to cry out in pleasure.

“N-No sir,” you responded. He grunted and gave you another shallow, sharp thrust, being at least considerate enough to space them out a bit since you still weren’t adjusted to his large size. He tangled his fingers through your hair and wrapped it around his hand, abruptly yanking it back. You hissed in pain, bending your back more to lessen the tension on your hair.

“That’s a good girl,” he hummed, loving the way you arched your back. “Ready for me to start actually fucking you? Because once I start, I’m not holding back,” he warned, and you clenched your walls around him just from his words.

“I’m ready sir, please fuck me sir,” you panted, already breathing heavily. He grinned, ready to go at it now that he knew he had your permission.

The position he held you in was enough to drive you crazy, different than anything you were ever used to before. Being pressed up against the cold lockers, hands behind your back, your hair gripped tightly in one of his fists as he held you at the exact angle he wanted you, and his huge cock filling you up in a way you’d never experienced before. Everything felt unreal.

That’s when he began fucking you relentlessly, and relentlessly was an understatement. You had never been fucked so hard in your entire life, each thrust pulled out almost all the way and then slammed right back into you with such force you didn’t think you’d be able to walk the next day. You’d never been fucked like this, and never wanted to be fucked any other way ever again.

“Holy fuck, Taehyung!” you cried, barely able to get out the words in between each hard thrust. He shifted his angle just slightly and you saw stars. He perfectly nailed you g-spot, each hit feeling more brutal than the last.

“Say my name louder,” he grunted, emphasizing each word with a thrust.

“Taehyung!” you almost screamed this time, your delicious moans like music to his ears.

“You like getting fucked from behind like this?” he hissed. “You like having someone treat you like the slut you are?” He pulled your hair harder, forcing you to arch back enough to look at him. “Tell me how much you like this.”

“Fuck Taehyung,” you moaned, barely able to keep your eyes open enough to maintain eye contact. “No one’s ever fucked me this good, I’ve never taken a cock this big. You fill me up so much I feel like I’m about to rip in half.” You could tell he was cocky, and knew he would enjoy the boosting of his ego from your words. He grunted in response, fucking you impossibly harder.

“Are you gonna come around my cock? I want to feel you come on my dick,” he panted. He had been going at this pace for several minutes now, and you were impressed by his stamina.

“Yes Taehyung fuck you’re fucking me right where I need it, please don’t stop,” it almost sounded like you were whining, but he loved that you were begging.

“Scream my name when you finish,” he added, then went back to focusing on the motion of his hips. He rammed into you with as much force as he possibly could, the sound of his hips making contact with your ass with each complete, full thrust just added to the simulation.

“I-I’m so close,” you barely managed to get out, and he pulled your hair harder.

“Come Y/N, fucking come all over me you slut,” he grunted, and his words were what finally brought you over the edge. You screamed his name as you felt every muscle in your core tighten, your walls clenching around his cock as you released all over him. He kept up the rough thrusts a bit longer as you rode out your orgasm before he let up slightly.

“Please,” you choked out. “Please finish in my mouth. I want to taste you since you didn’t finish earlier,” you huffed, and he almost came right then and there just from your request. He quickly pulled out of you and let you turn and get on your knees, and you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, leaning his head back as he continued to jerk himself off, putting the tip of his cock on your flattened out tongue. “You look so fucking good, begging for my come like the fucking slut you are,” he continued, and with that he started to come. You closed your eyes as you could feel his load shooting into the back of your throat, moaning quietly at the feeling. You did really feel so dirty doing this, but you loved every second of it. He groaned loudly as he continued to milk the last of his come out of his cock and onto your tongue. You wrapped your lips around him and sucked gently, using your tongue to clean him off. He continued to moan at the sight, petting though your ruined hair.

“I don’t think I’ve seen anything so beautiful in my entire life,” he mumbled. You pulled off his cock and smiled up at him.

“Thank you sir,” you breathed, finally standing up. You immediately realized how sore you already were, but you certainly didn’t mind it. You would like having the reminder of this event when you woke up the next morning.

Taehyung slid his hand behind your neck and pulled you in for another kiss, an unfamiliarly sweet one compared to everything that had just happened.

“You know,” he began, pulling back a bit to look into your eyes. “Next time you stay after school this late, just keep in mind I’m always at the school until 7 o’clock." he smiled, biting down on his bottom lip to suppress the cocky smirk threatening to show through.

You decided you would have to stay after school to study more often.