#he's looking directly at his ..cool underwear :3

[arkarti]

WILLIAM WITH BUNNY PATTERNED UNDERWEAR.

Or even better... Henry and William with matching bear and bunny patterned underwear. 🤭

that would be super cute 😌🙏

[hyunsvngs]

𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 - lee minho x fem!reader

wc: 5.8k

cw: this is a piss fic, you have been warned - don't like don't read, established d/s dynamics in a relationship, SMUT MDNI.

synopsis: your boyfriend has something he wants to try in bed. you didn't expect to like it so much.

a/n: like i said before this is a piss fic, if you don't like don't read! thank u to the sweet girl who commissioned this & thank u to my babies may and nessa for proofreading and also my ems <3 i was super nervous about this so i hope u like <3 smut warnings ofc under cut

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sw: PISS, established d/s dynamics, dom!minho, sub!reader, subspace, SERIOUSLY THERE’S PISS, face fucking, oral (m rec), very negotiated kink, minho calls reader a plethora of pet names, nipple play, one (1) face slap, minho’s condescending and MEAN, choking, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, degradation, squirting, reader calls minho sir briefly, brief aftercare but more offscreen!!

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It’s always daunting when Minho gets like this. You know exactly what’s going to go down tonight - you’ve discussed it extensively. You always have to discuss it extensively. Minho is nothing if not a good dom, and there’s rules and regulations that you have to adhere to, even if he is your boyfriend.

It still catches you off guard. He paces across the room to your shared wardrobe, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and exposing his veiny forearms. You’re perched on the bed, the exact way he told you to be in your plain black underwear. The fresh sheets are a welcome coolness on your warm skin. You’re overheating in excitement. You can’t wait. 

He’s going to piss on you tonight. He’s going to piss on you tonight, or maybe even in you, he’d said - he wanted to make you well and truly messy. Just the way he liked you. He told you he’d be mean, maybe even meaner than normal, and you’d agreed to it all before climbing into his lap and begging him to take you on the flimsy dining table chair in your kitchen in all of your excitement. He had chuckled, brushing a hand over your head with a teasing little “you want it that bad, huh?”. He still fucked you, so your plan went as hoped.

“I want to talk to you about something before we start, jagi,” His voice is smooth, low in volume, yet you hear every word loudly. You nod in response, and he turns and blinks at you, slow and cat-like. Oh, yeah. You were forgetting yourself already.

You blush in embarrassment of how far gone you are already, and he smiles, soft and barely noticeable. Fond. “Yeah, Min?”

The blush only continues to spread when he finally, finally climbs onto the bed next to you. He’s still in his work clothes, shirt tight on his broad pecs and his trousers tight on his thighs. You try not to stare. You fail, and he chuckles, using two fingers to prop your chin up to look directly at his eyes.

“This scene is a little harder than the other ones we’ve done,” He looks at you. It would feel scrutinising, the way he’s sizing you up, but his eyes are so full of fondness you can’t feel perceived at all - only admired. “I’m a little worried you may fall into subspace. Do you know what that is?”

He’s using his dominant voice on you, you swear. The tone of voice that’s level, not quite monotone but very, very straightforward and firm. Almost strict. It makes you rub your thighs together in need. Your boyfriend is so sexy when he’s like this. 

A quick scratch to your chin has you blinking back into reality. Yes. “Yes, I do know what that is. I’ve never done that before though, have I? So I probably won’t now, and-”

“We don’t know that,” He’s firm when he cuts you off, but presses a kiss to your nose nonetheless. “I need to know if you’re okay with me continuing if I notice you getting all floaty, jagi. I won’t if you don’t want me to. This is all in your hands, yeah? You know you run this show.” 

He chuckles, lightening the mood, but he’s right. When Minho first introduced you to this, you realised very quickly that despite the dominant being physically in charge, it was definitely the submissive that held the reins. It’s hard giving yourself over to someone so viscerally - it’s a vulnerable state to be in, letting someone decide your limits and decide what’s best for you.

Despite that, you’d let Minho fuck you outside in six foot snow, so you were definitely down for being fucked in subspace.

“Yes. Yeah, I want you to- I think it’d be hot, I think,” You’re babbling already, and Minho smiles again, his teeth glinting in the low light of your lamp. “I think it would be hot if you carried on, and I was like- all fuzzy, and stuff. You know?”

It’s silent for a beat, and then he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “Cute. Remember I love you, jagi, okay?”

Oh. Oh, you were starting? He normally only said that before you started, and before you can question him, he’s pressing his mouth against yours firmer, harder. It’s messy, the way he dominates your mouth instantly and uses one hand to tangle in your hair, yanking your hair back. You whimper against his lips, and he bites your bottom lip in response, finally moving to press you down to the bed with him on top of you. He starts to trail kisses down your face and your neck, and you can't help but let out a small noise of excitement. Before you can beg him to leave his mark on you, he quickly moves back up to your lips and starts to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth in an act of possession. You wrap your arms around him and bring him closer, feeling yourself getting a lot more than just worked up.

His chest is muscled, the slightly toned soft muscle that only makes sense on Minho. He’s not heavy on top of you, only a presence where he licks and sucks into your mouth until you’re leaking into your panties. He pulls away, his lips dropping to your neck, and you can’t be anything more than pliant the way you let him use your skin and mark you as his. You are his. Mentally, emotionally, physically - any way he wants you, you’ll let him.

“I love this body,” Minho groans, his voice low and gravelly. “Such a filthy fucking body. You’re gonna let me piss on it, aren’t you?”

You whine, loud and unabashed, and Minho chuckles. It’s a puff of air against the exposed column of your neck and your hips cant up, searching for friction. 

“Oh, you are,” His hand moves down to your bra, searching through the lace for your pebbled nipple. The lace is thin, pitch black and almost sheer, and a grin forms on his face when he manages to pinch your nipple meanly. “Look at how excited you are for it. Your nipples are so hard, are you that excited for my piss?”

You try to nod in response, but a quick slap against your cheek using his spare hand has you reeling to try and form words. You’re babbling before you can even think. “Y-Yes! Yes, Minho, I’m excited. I can’t wait, I wanna- I wan’ taste it, will you let me? Please?”

He hums in consideration, yanking down the cups of your bra to expose your tits to him. He was right - your nipples are hard and pebbled, dusky against your flesh, and he ducks down to engulf one in his mouth. His lips are full, plush like pillows, and his tongue darts around your nipple in small kitten licks. Soft, wet, warm. Pliant. His.

Minho’s bunny teeth are quick to bite at the peak, and you whine, back arching up to get more of the painful pleasure. He coos at this, finger running over your areola once when he pulls back from your chest. He sits back on his haunches, fingers deftly making quick use of his belt. The way he pulls the belt from the loops on his trousers have you remembering all the times he’s whipped you with it, and your eyes go blurry. You’re staring directly at the extremely prominent bulge in his trousers as if you somehow have x-ray vision and can see his cock in all its glory already.

“I’m going to fuck your face,” He explains, pushing down the expensive branded boxers to his thighs. His thighs are thick, muscled from years of dance, and you nod at his words despite having your vision solely trained on the bulging muscles. You can’t even keep your attention there for long - his cock springs out, hard and flushed and so big, so thick in the tight ring he forms around the base. The veins look as though they could be practically throbbing beneath the skin with arousal. “I’ll fuck your face, and I’ll piss down your throat. Do you want that? Tell me.”

He’s asking you, and you can’t believe it. Of course you want it, but you respond anyway. “I want it. I want it so bad, Minho. How do you want me? On the floor, on my knees? Or do you-”

“On the floor,” He looks towards the ground, pleased with himself when you heed his commands immediately. You’re quick to dive off of the bed and sink to your knees on the floor, and Minho lets out a fond chuckle before standing in front of you, ever the image of dominance. The hardwood floor doesn’t save your knees, still feeling hard and uncomfortable, and the way the pain bites into your legs has you shifting even more. It turns you on, being used and treated like an object, and being put on the floor to suck cock doesn’t help any. You’re positively ruining your panties by now.

His trousers are pushed down to his ankles, the perfect juxtaposition of black, thick material against his milky skin. His shirt is rolled up just enough for you to see the bottom of his tummy, hairy and soft above his cock. You expect him to keep it on, but you watch in awe as he unbuttons his shirt quickly and throws it to the side. His chest is exposed to you then, all broad muscle and dusky pink nipples against his skin.

He pumps his shaft in his hand a few times for good measure, just barely a few inches from your face, and then he’s tapping the cockhead on your lips. “Open wide. C’mon, kitty cat.”

His tone is condescending, almost patronising, and you hold back a whine. When your lips fall apart, he’s pushing into your mouth before you can even process it. A blistering, feverish pace immediately takes over his hips, and his cockhead is ramming down your throat with only a slight bit of pain beneath all of the pleasure. You try to run your tongue over the tip, to trace the veins with the tip of your tongue, but it’s impossible. He’s using your mouth like he’d use your pussy, unabashed and downright mean.

“Take it,” he grunts, looking ever the ethereal being above you. If you didn’t know him, you’d swear he was an angel - no, a fallen angel, debauched and with black, wiry wings sprouting from his back. Sweat covers the top of his chest, shiny and wet, and his cockhead presses firmly into the back of your throat. Your eyes water with the intense ministrations on your throat, hands aching to reach out and grab onto Minho’s thighs. They stay securely on your own limbs, and Minho groans, his eyes staring down into yours.  “Fucking take it for me. Take my cock, dirty kitty. Don’t you dare fucking cry about it.”

You’d swear he was composed if it wasn’t for the way he was looking down at you. Minho’s mostly quiet in bed, only a few sparse noises, but the fire in his eyes is visible.

The sounds in the room are filthy. Your eyes are hazy already with the force that he’s rutting into your mouth, but when his hand goes into your hair, yanking with all of his might, you hear yourself whine between gags and you’re not even trying to. You’re floating, fuzzy where your boyfriend fucks his cockhead into your mouth - you can’t even consider what’s going on, not too out of it but out of it enough to question what’s actually happening around you. Is this what Minho was talking about before? Subspace?

“Oh, Jesus. Are you feeling fuzzy already, kitty?” He pulls his cock out, tapping the cockhead on your bottom lip. A string of drool attaches his cock back to your mouth and he groans in approval, feline eyes narrowing. “Went down so easy for me, huh? Do you think you can take a little more?”

You’re nodding then, subconsciously, but a slight smile on your face. You want more. You need more. You need his piss, wherever on your body that he deems acceptable - it’s like he’s marking you as his territory. It’s such a primitive act that gets you more than just hot under the collar. If he pisses on you, or in you, it’s as if he sees you as an object that’s beneath him, not worth anything more than his piss. 

“Good,” He muses, and then his hand is forming a tight ring around his length. It’s throbbing, long and thick where it protrudes from his groin with drops of pearlescent precum, and he presses it past your lips again with a small sigh. “I’ve gotta take a piss, kitty cat. I want you to swallow it all for me, and then you can have some milk in that pussy for being good. How’s that?”

You can’t reply, because he’s already bouncing your head on his shaft. He’s resorted to pulling you up and down on his shaft by your hair this time, not grinding his hips rhythmically into the hot, wet cavern you’ve provided. 

“You know, I really thought you’d say no to this,” How the fuck is his voice calm right now? “But then I realised that of course you’d be into it. My filthy little fucking urinal.”

You moan loudly around his shaft. Minho chuckles, and then he’s pulling back again, your throat abused and aching at the alleviation of pressure. His cockhead stays at the entrance of your mouth, and he drops a hand from your hair to pump it a few times, raising an eyebrow at you.

“It’s coming,” He warns. “Are you ready? Are you ready for my piss, filthy bitch?”

You moan, nodding, and when your tongue lolls out of your mouth, Minho lets out a loud groan. It’s primal, and you watch silently as he shakes his head and flutters his eyes closed to try and gain some control of himself. He runs his finger over the slit of his cockhead, and then he’s pushing the tip past your lips again and - oh. 

His piss begins leaking out of his tip, a slow and steady stream that tastes surprisingly a lot like you expected. It’s purely Minho, raw and unfiltered, and you whine and whimper and let him fill your mouth up with his piss. It feels filthy, your pussy positively dripping through your panties and onto the floor by now. The stream floods down your throat even as you continue to gulp it down greedily, and you allow your hands to finally find purchase on his thighs, fingernails digging into the muscle. He allows it, his hands both moving back to your hair to bob you on his tip just a little to get the rest of his piss out.

Minho pulls out of your mouth with a soft noise, his eyes staring down at you almost menacingly. You dip your tongue into his piss-slit once more, moaning at the remnants of the taste, and then you’re whining, loud and un-muffled. 

“Minho,” You say, voice high and needy. You feel as though you want to say so much, you want to beg so much, but nothing is coming out of your mouth. You’re so fucking turned on you feel like you could die. “P-Please. Please, please. I can’t, I can’t, please, please-”

He positively growls. You’re pulled up by two hands underneath your armpits and thrown onto the bed less than unceremoniously, his body sidling up next to you. He’s kicked his trousers off, you notice, body warm and firm next to you.

“Was it that good? Dirty little thing,” He hums, tongue licking one fat stripe up your neck. “C’mere. Let me taste it on you.”

Minho’s lips are firm against yours, and his hands are anything but gentle as he slides them down your body. It’s like he’s igniting you with electricity, every area of skin that he touches feeling warm and too sensitive. His lips trail down your neck, leaving another trail of fire behind them. You’re pliant, letting him pull you by your hair and your throat into his dominating, overwhelming kisses.

His fingers reach your panties, and his finger dips underneath the waistband. You gasp, holding your breath and wishing, praying that he’ll push his whole hand into your underwear, but he simply pulls his finger back with a small amused puff of air. 

“Hnnfg, Minho, Minho, please, I don’t, I can’t-“

Minho leans over you more then, his eyes dark and half-lidded when he stares into yours. His gaze is all-consuming, but there’s a slight hint of a teasing smile on his lips. “Jesus, kitty. Be quiet,” His voice is low, amused, until all signs of a smile drop from his face upon his fingers finally delving into your underwear. His forearm obscures your vision, muscled and veiny, but you can feel the way your wetness immediately drenches his fingertips. His eyes flicker from your face to your core in awe, lips slightly parted. “Fuckin- shit. Jagi, tell me this is a joke. You’re fucking drenched.”

You are. His fingers smear around in your wetness, spreading it all around your folds. He drags his middle and ring finger down to your hole, wet and sloppy, and you look at him with pleading eyes. You’re not sure you could talk even if you wanted to.

Minho simply smiles that toothy smile that you love, eyes crinkling. You’re confused - he’s being nice - until he’s shoving both fingers into you at once. It was a stretch you hadn't been prepared for, and you jolt with a squeal, hands going up to grip onto his forearm. 

“Do you remember what I said before, jagi?” He muses, fingers curling up into that spot that makes you whine. You do whine, legs thrashing around and toes curling against the sheets. “If you have any in there, I’m fucking having it. I want you to piss all over my cock before I fuck you with it, remember? I want you to treat you like the dirty little thing you are.”

You nod, brain still fuzzy and way too overwhelmed. Your pussy squelches loudly around his digits, and his spare hand wraps around your throat in a dangerous grip. It’s not too hard, but definitely there, and you whimper in approval. 

Your eyes roll back into your head at the pace he sets against your g-spot, and after a brief, tight squeeze, Minho removes his hand from your throat in favour of using two fingers on your clit along with his harsh fingering. His arm is curled underneath your waist in a position that must be painful to him, but you ignore it in favour of your own pleasure. 

You feel like you could scream, and you do let out some strangled noise that sounds nothing at all like you. Just when you think it can’t get any worse - or any better, actually - he slides another finger in, stretching you out with three of his digits. You’re dripping down onto his knuckles and you wail, starting to hump against his hand. You’re going to cum embarrassingly quickly.

“You better be fucking thinking of asking for permission, bitch,” Minho hisses in your ear. You moan in response, nodding. Of course you’ll ask. Something about your boyfriend just makes you want to be good. You want to obey him so he continues to give you such nice things. “You don’t make the decisions. I'm the one fucking that hole with my fingers right now, I'll be the one who says you can cum.”

His fingers thrust into you faster, if it was possible, and you thrash around. The movement brings Minho’s cock against your thigh, and you gasp at the realisation that he’s next to you, naked, in all his glory. Your fingernails still dig painfully into his forearm, but he doesn’t seem phased. “Minho, Minho- I’m gon’- please, please, please, I wanna cum, let me come, it hurts, I-“

“Oh, I know, I know. It just feels too good, doesn’t it? You can’t even fucking control yourself, writhing around like that,” He groans, eyes fixated on your face. You know your expression is screwed up in pleasure, eyes watering from the feeling of his fingers inside of you. His fingers begin to slide around on your clit rather than provide any direct pressure due to how wet you’re getting, but you still hump against the sensation with gratitude. You’d never have anything other than gratitude when Minho’s being so nice like this. “You’re behaving like a fucking whore. Beg me for it. Beg me to let a fucking whore like you cum all over my fingers, tell me how good it feels.”

He starts kissing up your neck again with the open-mouthed, wet movements, and you feel like you’re about to burst. Just a little more. Just a little more, and you can, you just have to will your brain to speak. “I-I love sir's fingers, fuck, I love when sir fingers me like this- fuck, sir I'm gonna- can't hold it- I, hnng, I can’t, I don’t- pleasepleaseplease-”

Minho pulls away from your neck with an alarmed little snort. “Sir? God, you are far gone,” He points out, but then he’s pinching your clit meanly with his fingers. It makes you hump his hand a little faster and whine a little louder. It’s quiet for a beat, and then he’s sighing as if he’s annoyed. You swear you catch him rolling his eyes through your blurry vision. “Okay, fine. Go on then, if you want to cum so badly. Cum.”

With one word, you feel like your whole world is falling apart. A gush of wetness bursts from you and all over the bed, probably soaking Minho too. Your ears are ringing and you can feel the tears brimming in your eyes begin to fall, fat streaks of wetness painting your skin. His fingers don’t slow, but he’s groaning in your ear now, coaching you along. He pulls his fingers out, rubbing over your clit with a wet hand that only made you let out another gush everywhere. You were sure you'd screamed.

You wail and thrash through your orgasm, and then you’re panting, body dropping back onto the bed. You don’t register Minho groaning, licking his fingers clean - you only realise he’s moved when he’s on top of you, yanking your soaking wet underwear down your legs and finally unclasping your bra. Your hands go above your head, pliant and willing, letting him take control. You’re fucked dumb by now, anyway. You’d be no use.

“If you had all that in there for me, you have some piss in there,” He muses, and you whine, shaking your head.

“D’nt need to pee, Min,” You insist, head lolling back on the sheets. You’re pliant, and Minho grabs your chin with his hand, making you face him. His ears are burning a shade of delectable pink, the flush travelling over his chest and making him look almost embarrassed. You know this state of Minho all too well, though. He’s so horny he feels like he’s about to explode.

“You do,” He responds, quick as a flash. You whimper as he presses his cockhead into your folds, just barely teasing the ruddy, flushed tip at your hole. Your hands move to grip onto the sheets next to your head, and just when you’re sure he’s going to put it in, Minho leans down, and then his hand is pressing on the bottom of your stomach. You wail, shaking your head. Minho chuckles knowingly. “You need to piss, don’t you?”

You do. Embarrassingly quickly, just from him pressing on your bladder. “I- it’ll make a mess, Min, I can’t, I can’t-”

“I want it to make a fucking mess,” He scoffs, pressing harder. He continues to drag his cock through your sopping wet folds with his other hand, his feline eyes staring at you with a renewed fire burning behind them. He’s daring you to disobey. You would never disobey him. “I want everything you have to give me. Piss all over my cock. Do it.”

You clench your thighs, stomach tensing. It doesn’t take much, only a slight rubbing of Minho’s hand on your tummy and you’re pissing. The stream erupts from you in a messy spurt, and Minho groans, pumping his cock to coat it in your mess. You whine, trying to shift your hips to catch his cock inside of you, but the mess you’re making ensures that it’s too slippery to do so.

“Stay still, you’ll get it in a second,” Minho mumbles, hand tightening around the head of his cock. It’s substantially lubed now, but he still continues to pump it, hand easing up on your stomach. Something about it has your mouth watering, staring at his cock and wondering how it tastes. Maybe he’ll let you suck it clean next time, let you taste his cock mixed with your own piss. “That’s it, kitty. Get sir’s cock nice and wet with your piss. Dirty little thing.”

When the stream finally finishes, you shift against the sheets, soaking wet and definitely a lot more aroused than you were previously. There’s still only one thing on your mind. “Can- can I have it now, please, please?”

Minho nods, his cheeks blazing red. He’s losing his composure. “Yeah. God, yeah, kitty. You can have it, c’mere,” He sighs, finally pushing the head of his cock inside of you. It slides inside easily with the wetness of your pussy and the mess you’d made on him, his thick shaft stretching you out and making you moan out for him. You catch sight of Minho’s eyes rolling back into his head, a long, drawn out noise leaving his lips. “Fuck, this is so fucking dirty. You’re filthy, letting me do this.”

No. You’re not, are you? Are you dirty? “Filthy?” You question, completely in bliss at the feeling of him finally inside you. You’ll be filthy if it means he’ll fuck you. Minho chuckles, and then his hips start to move, a sinuous grind against yours. The noises your pussy is making are beyond debauched, wet, slapping sounds from how soaking wet you are. You whine, bucking your hips up, and Minho lets you, gripping your hips to pull you off of the mattress.

“I’m gonna go harder, okay? I want you to take it for me, all of it,” His voice is close, leaning down to whisper it against the skin of your neck. You nod eagerly, and he pulls your thighs up to rest your ankles on his shoulders. The change in position has his cock hitting you deeper and you gasp, fingers moving to grip on his biceps. He sits back slightly, pulling you closer to him, and then he’s pounding into you. With little to no buildup, you can’t help but squeal, your pussy gushing around his fat length. “You love this, don’t you? My cock, covered in your piss, stretching your little cunt out. You love being filthy for me.”

“Hhnnfg, hhng, Min, Min, Min, you made me pee, you-”

Minho scoffs, hand threading into your hair. He wraps your hair around his fist and pulls, bent half over you while he pounds your pussy into oblivion. “Don’t make stupid fucking excuses for yourself. I can see it in your eyes, you love being like this for me.” 

You whine, tears brimming in your eyes again uncontrollably. You can’t do anything but just lay there, pliant and gripping onto his biceps for him to stretch your pussy out with his veiny fucking cock. It feels almost too good, too overwhelming. The ridges of his shaft are pressing against your walls, causing a delectable friction that has you clenching down on every outwards motion from him. It’s as if your pussy doesn’t want him to leave, and you don’t want him to leave, pulling him close by his arms every time he thrusts inside of you. 

Minho pushes your thighs apart, and then he’s bending you into a sort of mating press. Your legs rest on his upper biceps and his body folds you in half for him, making you whine at the stretch on your muscles. You’re loud, embarrassingly so, little “ah, ah, ah”’s leaving your mouth with every thrust. The change in position allows him to hit your cervix with his length, long and throbbing inside of you, and you’re only louder and more pathetic for him. 

“Can you hear that, kitty cat?” He whispers, and you hold your breath. Once you’ve stopped making so much noise, you can hear it - the sound of your pussy is even louder, wet and messy and when you look down, his cock is soaking with you. With your piss or your slick, you’re not sure, but it has you clenching down deliciously anyway. “I’m fucking your own piss into you, and you’re whining like a little bitch.”

You can’t even make sense of what he’s saying. Your previous slight fuzziness has morphed into full blown floating, and you think you’re crying, but you’re not sure. All you can hear is your own noises, loud and desperate while he ensures your pussy never forgets the shape of his cock. “Ah, ah, I don’t- sir, I don’t, I can’t, I don’t know- ah, oh, I can’t-”

“Ah, fucking hell,” Minho hisses, gritting his teeth. You watch in disappointment as he pulls his cock out of you, forming a tight ring around the base with his fingers. “I need to cum inside you. I need to give you your milk, kitty cat, c’mon. Flip over for me.” 

He tells you to do it, but helps you anyway. You feel his hands go to your hips to flip you over, and then you’re face down, and some part of you finds the strength to push your hips up to present your pussy for him. But, milk? You’ve been good enough for that?

He sinks back inside you, his cock slick and fat and too much for your little pussy. “There you go, jagi. Biiig stretch, feel it,” He moans, and you push your hips back on him easily. In this position, your lips are parted and you can feel yourself drooling up a puddle on the sheets. It adds to the mess, filthy with piss and slick and sweat, and you want Minho to lick it all up and spit it in your mouth. He immediately resumes his punishing pace, hips slapping against your ass with every thrust and hitting that delicious spot inside you so well. “Fuckin’ tight pussy, ah, it’s so good.” 

“H- haa, Minho, have I been good?” You question, eyes blurry and bottom lip slick with your own spit. Minho groans, deep and loud, reverberating through your whole body. He knows you need reassurance, and he nods, a little smile on his face despite his lust-filled, half-lidded eyes.

“You’ve been so good. So good I’m giving you my cum, yeah? Gonna breed that little pussy, filled it with your piss already, needs my cum now,” He’s babbling, which is a sure sign that he’s close - but you can’t even fathom it in your state. “Little girl, kitty cat, so good for me, c’mere.”

You don’t move, but Minho slinks one hand around your hip to rub at your clit. The added pleasure has you jolting with a whine, and Minho lets out an amused puff of air at your reaction. His fingers slide around your clit wet and imprecise, but it’s enough to have you hurtling towards your second orgasm. His cockhead slams against your g-spot, bordering on painful, but the sensation only adds to the throes of bliss he has you tumbling through.

“Min, Min, Min, it’s- ‘s so good, so good, so big, so- Min, Min, I g’ta-”

“You can cum whenever, jagi. Give it to me, I want it,” His voice is higher, more desperate, and you nod eagerly. He sidles over your back, his sweaty chest pressed to your skin, and then he’s pressing his lips against yours.

It’s less of a kiss and more of a messy exchange of spit and breathing into each other's mouths. Minho’s tongue slides against yours as he continues to rub messy circles around your clit, and before you know it, you’re cumming around his cock with a sharp gasp of pleasure against his lips. He swallows your noises, finally engulfing your mouth with his, and you moan and sigh freely through gushing all over his length, the electric feeling making your toes curl.

Minho envelops your hair tightly with his spare hand, thrusting harder and faster, his breathing becoming ragged as he approaches his climax. With a broken whine, you feel his cum fill you up, thick and hot and heavy.

He flops on top of you with a sigh, his body weight a welcome presence for you. You ignore the feeling of the sheets beneath you in favour of closing your eyes and humming contentedly. You’re still floating, but it’s calmer now, softer. It feels like you’re on a cloud. “So good, Min.” 

“Yeah?” Minho grins, his hand now stroking softly through your hair in favour of yanking on it. “You did so good for me, jagi. You were so, so good, made me cum so hard.”

“You made me cum hard, too,” You respond, opening one eye to see his face over your shoulder. His cheeks are flushed, hair sweaty and floppy over his eyes, but he has a blissed out smile on his face. When he catches sight of you looking at him, he smiles, and the sight of his bunny teeth has your heart singing. How can he look so cute after fucking you like that? Before you can say anything else, you yawn, and Minho giggles. “‘M sleepy.”

“Bath first, jagi,” He coos, kissing your hairline. “My sweet girl. Let’s get you nice and clean and then we’ll nap.”

“Mm, okay,” Minho hops off of you and you stretch out leisurely like a cat, your body sticky and defiled. You hear him tinkering around the room behind you, humming a tune to himself, and you smile fondly. “Love you, Min.”

“I love you too, sweet girl.”

[darkh3ro]

Blooming Lotus

Roman Reigns x reader (Oneshot)

Word count: IDK! :3

NSFW: no plot tbh

Kinda bad grammar but it’s pretty cool

Roman always thought you were beautiful, since he met you he knew he wanted to leave his mark on you and in you.

It’s been 5 years since you & Roman have been together, every second has been the absolute best for you and Roman.

One night after he comes home from work you greet him at the door in a beautiful dress; you knew how weak Roman would become over your short skirts and dresses. He would always try to catch a peek under to see if you had underwear on.

He comes in and immediately drops all of his things on the floor. “You teasing tonight?” You grin and greet him with a hug, as you wrap your arms around his muscular body you smell his musk, he even smelt like a man.

Roman is a wrestler, he’s strong as fuck. He picks you up by the hips and carries you on his waist straight back into the bedroom where you were before he came home. As he throws you on the bed you admire his dad body as he undresses, as he rips his shirt off his tattoos are glowing on his beautiful skin.

He looks you dead in the eye and says “I’m gonna fuck you like I haven’t been inside you in years.”

As soon as Roman said this, your river started flowing harder than ever. Roman gets on top of you and starts with your mouth. Not even requesting for his tongue to enter. He just went straight into your mouth; he was hungry for you. As he kissed you he gabbed every curve and part of your body. You felt so at peace whenever he would lay his hands on you, they were so soft and huge and you could never resist him ever.

As you both start to slowly grind into each other, he undresses the both of you. Seeing that you have no underwear on he knew exactly what you wanted to do when he walked into the door.

“I don’t even have to rip them off tonight” he went straight for your pussy. He didn’t hesitate, he took his mouth that has been attached to you for 30 minutes straight and went between your thighs. His mouth touched every part of your clit and you felt like you were in heaven. There was nothing else you could possibly want right now.

You fill his mouth with all your precum and he just eats it like it’s nothing. He can’t stop and he doesn’t intend to. Even after 30 minutes passed and you are forming sweat on your head he just grabs your thighs to make you stay in places and continues to groan into your sappy cunt. You didn’t even know how to get out of the strong grip that he kept on your thighs.

When he did let up his beard and fingers were soaked. He licked all of you off his fingers and positioned himself directly at your entrance. He loved that you could take him, every inch, in any position he wanted.

“I can do so much with you and this pussy, I wanna stay here all night with you”

He picked you up off your back and brought you into his lap and kissed you to make sure you were still okay and functioning after he obliterated your pussy.

He took his dick and places it right inside of you, slowing pushing you down into his lap deeper and deeper. He took a grip on your hair so he could have something to stabilize you since he knew you didn’t have any strength to hold yourself up.

You immediately started moaning into his ear, you couldn’t even form the words you wanted to say. Yet he kept pumping in and out of you. He knew this position always made you scream. Your moans and whimpers didn’t stop him. You liked it anyways.

Roman groans into your ear “fuckk, you almost make me not want to pull out”

“Don’t” that was the only word you could form, you knew how much Simon wanted to knock you up anyways. You wanted him to do just that. You didn’t care, plan b is everywhere these days.

Simon tightens his grip on your ass. As he keeps ramming into your cunt the both of you start to form the nastiest words mixed with moans, groans, and pleasure. You can tell he’s getting close. He’s getting sloppy but the way he’s hitting your g spot is making you see stars. Over the years you both have been together he got to know it better and better.

As you’re both getting close… Simon stops mid-stroke. Throwing you on the bed on your back again.

You see him stretch his huge figure over you, hair dripping sweat. He goes into the nightstand and pulls out the rose.

A very small part of you knew this was the night Roman was giving you more than a good pounding. 9 months & a baby is popping out.

He positions himself again “This time we’re not stopping. Or pulling out”

He turns the vibrator onto your favorite setting,which he knows by heart and places it on your clit. Then he goes to town, your back was arched so much he pushed you by your lower stomach right back down into the bed.

The vibrations of the rose & Roman feeding you his dick through your pussy send you completely over the edge.

“Look at that pretty face” Roman groans, as he gets close to you to drop kisses on your cheeks stained with tears.

You clench your walls around Roman, now there’s no way he’s pulling out now. As you cum around his dick your pussy goes into overload. Cumming everywhere and letting out a small waterfall that keeps him pumping in and out of you so smoothly.

Roman gets deeper and harder as he’s getting close.

“You get me there every time baby”

He groans as he pumps himself into your spot better than ever. He shoots his biggest load in you yet. His hair spilling onto you, his sweat accumulating around his forehead. He thrusts deep into you to make sure both of you are fully pleased.

Then gets off of you & pulls you up by your back since you have no strength left after that fucking. Takes you to the shower and rubs your body with gentle massages to make sure you’re not sore tomorrow.

The both of you shower together and he washes you off. Both having the biggest amount of puppy love for each other. Even after 5 years…

[strawberry-seob]

I See You, My Baby (Part 3 of I'll Go) ✩ kjs

🍓pairing: afab!reader x jongseob

🍓genre: au, age gaps (reader is older), smut

🍓rating: 18+

🍓 summary: the morning after the party where you and jongseob taste each other for the first time

🍓warnings: swearing/language, oral sex, cunnilingus, blowjob, making out, morning sex, morning wood, masturbation

🍓word count: 3.5k

🍓author's note: this fic can be read on its own, but it is a continuation of the alternate ending for my other fic "I'll Go," and is directly preceded by the scene in "Wrapped Around Your Fingers," so i'd recommend reading both of those (or at least wrapped) before this one if you have the time/patience/desire, but it's not necessary

You woke with your face pressed against Jongseob’s chest, his arm wrapped around your bare back. He smelled so good, his shirt from last night having soaked up a little of the cigarette smoke, mixing with the smell of his own sweat. You weren’t sure when or if you’d ever admit it to him, but you loved the way his body smelled when he hadn’t showered yet. Maybe it was a little gross, but you didn’t care. 

You turned your face down towards his armpit and inhaled, and it made you feel high, filling you with a mixture of arousal, affection, and warmth. You kissed his chest and he started to stir, taking a deep breath and groaning sleepily. He exhaled and kissed the top of your head gently. You looked up at him and his eyes were barely open, partially hidden behind his blonde bangs; he gave you a sweet, sleepy smile, one of his crooked canines peeking out of his lips. You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and laid your head back down, still looking up at him.

“Good morning,” you said. 

“Morning,” he responded, voice low and raspy as he pushed your hair out of your face. You glanced down at yourself, self-consciously. “I feel a little underdressed,” you said with a giggle as you snuggled in closer to him, still wearing nothing but your underwear from the night prior. He frowned. “I can fix that,” he replied, and without missing a beat, took his own shirt off and tossed it on your bedroom floor. You laughed, not expecting this response.

“Oh my god you did not have to do that, I wasn’t hinting or anything. Just felt a little awkward, I guess.”

“Ah, okay! Want me to put it back on?” he retorted, lifting his eyebrows and smiling playfully. 

“No no no,” you insisted, and curled up next to him, feeling the newness of his skin against yours. 

The night prior had been the first time you’d done anything sexually with him, and although you’d had plenty of experience in the past with other partners, you’d been unusually nervous. You weren’t sure if it was the age gap, how long you’d known him platonically, or something else entirely, but with Jongseob it all felt different, new, and exciting. 

And although, since he was Shota’s friend, you’d seen him without a shirt in the past, it was an entirely different situation, being up against him like this. Your face against the tender skin of his chest, his dark nipples hardening against the cool morning air of your bedroom, the swell of your chest pressed to his soft belly. 

Your legs intertwined with his thin ones under the covers, and where your hips met his, you felt a familiar firmness grow against you and felt your face go red-hot. He scooted his lower half away from you a bit, and you smiled against his chest, but chose not to say anything. However, you soon realized that the brief sensation of feeling his erection against you had lit a fire inside of you. You couldn’t relax anymore, hyper fixated on your nipples against his skin, and the absence of his hips against yours.

You put your hand on the side of his hip, basically his ass, and scooted him back towards you. 

“Hey, y/n, I’m – um,” Jongseob began, voice sounding unsteady. “It’s okay, baby,” you responded immediately. “Is it okay with you? I’m fine, either way.”

You looked at him and he looked nearly upset, which made your heart sink. “Hey, hey,” you insisted, cupping one of your hands against his cheek to look at you. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m so sorry–”

“No it’s not you at all, I guess I’m just–” he interrupted, looking to the side bashfully and clearing his throat. “I dunno, I’m just… embarrassed? We’re just cuddling and I wasn’t trying to make it weird. I just can’t control it. You’re so beautiful and wonderful and I still can’t believe I get to be with you.” He looked back at you, and you just stared at him, a lump forming in your throat. You never knew it was possible to love someone this much. 

“You didn’t make it weird. I think it’s sweet,” you said quietly, watching the way his eyes widened and his cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink. “But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, so I’m sorry if I did,” you added, and he immediately argued, “No, you didn’t do anything at all, I’m the one who should be sorry. Here,” he said, scooting closer to you to allow your legs to intertwine again, hips pressed against yours. You could sense that he was still half-hard, and if you were honest with yourself, you loved the feeling. 

“As long as you’re sure you don’t mind,” he said, frowning shyly. “Not even close,” you replied, reaching your hand around his hip to rest it on his ass for a bit while you both laid there, then slowly moving it up to the exposed skin of his lower back. He felt so delicate under your touch, and although he was taller than you, he was noticeably thinner, with a tiny waist and bony shoulders. Adorable, you couldn’t help thinking. 

Running your fingers over his back lazily, your fingers went a little too close to his side and he flinched. You looked up and he was clearly suppressing laughter, and your face took on a devilish grin. “Don’t,” he said, eyebrows raised and smiling nervously, his hand moving tentatively to grab yours, but he was too late – you started to poke at his sides mercilessly and he screamed hilariously, trying to fight you off but you nearly matched him in strength. 

“Oh my god please y/n, please–aaahh!!” he yelled as you continued attacking him and somehow found yourself on top of him, fingers in his ribs and legs straddling each of his sides. He was gasping for air and you almost felt bad, and the next moment he had his hand around the back of your head to pull you into a kiss. You turned your head, refusing him, and his face took on a hurt expression. 

“Sorry, I can just tell I have the worst morning breath,” you explained, and he shook his head adamantly. “I don’t care. Kiss me anyway,” he begged, clearly trying to create a distraction, and it was unfortunately working in his favor. Hands on either side of his head, you lowered your face to his and kissed him, trying to keep your lips as closed as possible. He had other plans though, and swiped his tongue at your mouth, trying to gain entry, and you folded immediately, letting him in. 

You couldn’t lie – he tasted awful, and it somehow made you want him even more. It was just so human, so erotic, so perfect; you abandoned your worries about how undoubtedly terrible your own mouth probably tasted and kissed him deeply, the kiss becoming sloppier as the moments passed, his hands resting on your hips.

His breathing quickened, and your body felt like it was on fire, the room suddenly feeling much warmer. You felt the now-familiar hardness against you and ground your hips against it, fully intentionally, dragging out a low moan from him, his mouth still against yours. 

“Fuck,” he gasped as you did it again. He brought his hands up to your face and steadied your gaze over him for a moment, eyes looking dark, heavy, full of want—glancing from your eyes, to your mouth, to your chest. 

His eyes snapped back up to yours. “Y/n. Can I eat you out? Please?”

You swore you could feel the blood draining from your head and rushing straight to your entire pelvic floor, throbbing in time with your heartbeat. For some reason, him saying please had nearly pushed you over the edge. 

“Yeah,” you replied with a dazed smile, and he smiled back, kissing you again and then grabbing your waist to flip you around so that you were underneath him. He hovered over you and kissed your mouth, moving down to your neck, your chest, until he was taking one of your nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, making you go dizzy with pleasure. His mouth still latched, he took your other nipple between his fingers and squeezed, twisting it gently, eliciting a loud moan from you and making you buck your hips up into him uncontrollably. He’d been resting his knee between your legs but pushed it more firmly against you and as he continued, you began to rut against the soft flesh of his bare thigh, having lost all sense of shame.

“Seob, please,” you begged. He released your nipple with a pop and licked it one last time before smiling up at you, kissing down your belly, and settling his face between your legs. 

However, as he did so, you froze in horror as you realized something. “Wait,” you said suddenly, lifting yourself up onto your elbows. He looked up at you, worried. “What is it? Are you okay?”

“I just… haven’t showered since before the party yesterday. Do you mind if I go rinse off really quick?” 

Confusion colored his features and he looked down and to the side thoughtfully, then got up on his hands and knees and raised himself up to sit back on his heels, hands resting on your thighs. His shoulders looked so narrow, the way he slumped forward slightly, and his collarbones were so prominent; he was positively angelic. 

He looked back at you, blushing lightly. “The most important thing to me is that you’re comfortable, but you just have to know…um …fuck, how do I say this,” he stammered, scratching the back and his head nervously. You stared at him expectantly, not entirely sure where he was going with this. 

He looked back at you, closed his eyes, and sighed. “I was really hoping I could do this… before… you showered. Oh my god, I sound like such a fucking pervert,” he said, raising both hands to cover his face. “You know what? Please forget I said anything; go shower, whatever you need to do.” 

Your jaw had dropped the moment he’d said it, and the awkwardness of the situation had given way to a lit fire in your core. It wasn’t like you were dirty or anything, you just usually tried to be freshly showered for oral sex, for the sake of your partner. You’d never had anyone ask you not to, before, and it piqued your curiosity. You laid back down and looked down at him with a smirk.

“I mean… I was gonna do it for your sake, but if you don’t want me to, I don’t have to,” you said, smiling at him teasingly. He peeked at you through his hands. “Are you sure? I really don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” he replied, voice muffled. 

In response, you lifted one of your legs up to the side to expose yourself further to him, your thin underwear begging to be taken off. “I’m sure,” you reassured him. He took his hands away from his face and smiled nervously, then took a deep breath and lowered himself back down between your legs. Supporting himself on his elbows and slipping his arms under your legs, he began peppering kisses up your thighs, taking his time. Although your nerves were on fire, you remained patient. 

Before long, he moved to the soft junction between your legs and began to kiss you over the fabric. As his lips sank into the soft flesh, he inhaled deeply and let out a low groan, sinking his fingers into each of your thighs and closing his eyes, brows furrowed. You gasped lightly at the pressure, using every ounce of self-control to keep yourself still, and then, something in him seemed to snap. 

He inhaled sharply and grabbed at the sides of your underwear, slipping them down your legs fluidly and settling himself back down, his mouth pressing into you again, this time with no barrier, his plush lips against your lightly trimmed pubic hair, tension thick in the air as he kissed you a few more times and then pushed his tongue between your folds, licking upwards with agonizing slowness. He continued this way, tentatively, exploring you, tasting you, letting out small moans against your cunt as he removed one of his arms from underneath your legs and reached down to touch himself. 

His tongue was so soft, so adept, so impossibly wet and you wanted more, needed more; you reached a hand down to push his hair out of his face, unable to suppress the sounds that started to escape you. He looked up at you and his lids were heavy, eyes looking absolutely dazed, sick with lust. He licked firmly upwards to your clit and you cried out, grabbing his head and pushing it downwards, unable to hold back anymore. He complied immediately, licking into you greedily and beginning to flick his tongue up against your clit with increasing speed and precision. 

Your head was thrown back in absolute ecstasy as you used your free hand to tweak your own nipple, and each time you looked down at him, you couldn’t help but watch the way his right shoulder shifted as he reached down to stroke himself. He came up for air momentarily, looking up at you, your hand still pushing his hair out of his face, and he smiled and laid his head sideways on one of your thighs.

“Y/n…you taste so good,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut, his smiling lips shining with the wetness of your body and his own saliva. As he began working his tongue into you again, you had an idea; and selfish as it was, you just had to try.

“Jongseob,” you began, and he paused, looking up at you, dark eyes wide and curious. “Can you please… scoot over a bit? So I can… see you?”

The moment you uttered the words, you felt heat flood your face; he looked momentarily confused but then caught on quickly, shifting his body so that he was laying more diagonally, nearly perpendicular to you, and as soon as he did, you could see the way his erection threatened to burst through his fitted black boxer-briefs. He palmed at himself and kissed your cunt slowly, then looked back up at you. “Do you mean…like this? Can you um… see okay?” he asked, shyly. 

“Uh-huh,” you replied, words failing you, all thoughts leaving your head as he licked into you hungrily while freeing his erection and stroking it languidly, quiet sounds escaping him, his voice vibrating against you. You hadn’t seen him like this before, fully erect and exposed, and he was just stunning – his cock slightly curved and leaking from the tip, his dark bush decorating the base of it. 

The mere sight of him was so erotic, so impossibly sexy, you could barely take it, and it wasn’t long before you were rolling your hips up into his mouth and coming with such a surge of pleasure that you nearly blacked out. You had cried out such a foul string of obscenities that you almost felt self-conscious as you laid there, seeing stars, while Jongseob remained where he was, mouth between your legs, his tongue licking you lazily, becoming close to overstimulating. 

You started to jolt at the sensations and giggled breathlessly, hand coming down to steady his head in a silent plea for him to stop, and he whined loudly in protest. 

“This is now my new favorite thing,” he said, voice thick, a dazed smile on his face, as he laid his head on your thigh and sighed contentedly. You brushed your fingers through his hair affectionately, watching the way his dark roots became exposed as you combed through it. You wondered absently if he’d let you touch it up for him, and smiled widely, moisture rimming the bottom of your eyes, feeling unbelievably happy. 

He looked up, scanning your body, then your face, eyes shining. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he yelled, dropping his head face down into one of your thighs again and letting out a muffled scream. You laughed and covered your face as he crawled up next to you and put an arm around you to turn you onto your side, facing him. You lowered your hands and he was staring at you, smiling dumbly. 

“Not as hot as you,” you replied, pinching his cheek; he let out a small yelp and swatted your hand away, then tucked your hand behind your ear and leaned in to kiss you gently. His mouth tasted like your own pussy and you felt yourself throb with want, once again. You kissed him more deeply, licking into his mouth, and moved down to his neck, making him gasp softly. You ran your hand across his belly and slipped a thumb underneath the waistband of his underwear, teasing, as you continued to kiss his neck. His breathing became more labored, his quiet sounds more needy; and when you finally slipped your hand underneath the black waistband, he gasped sharply at the sudden contact of your hand on his cock. 

You reached down further to touch his balls, soft and delicate, then ran your hand up the shaft and stroked him as you continued sucking marks into his chest, his desperate sounds fueling you onward, until you couldn’t hold back anymore and moved downwards to finally undress him, freeing his cock and struggling to untangle his underwear from his legs. You both laughed nervously, some of the tension leaving your body as you pressed kisses to the underside of his erection.

You opened your mouth and licked up and down it slowly, relishing in the way he sighed each time you did it, and finally took him into your mouth entirely, eliciting a small whimper from him. You bobbed your head up and down slowly, using one of your hands to intensify the sensation, and completely lost yourself in the act. 

Eyes closed, you inhaled his scent and continued, loving the way he filled your mouth, the way his deeper groans gave way to higher-pitched whimpers, unraveling before you. You wanted him, wanted all of him, every last bit. 

You felt his hand rest on your head gently and opened your eyes, looking up at him as coyly as possible; he bit his lip and groaned, throwing his head back and sighing obscenely. Your ego swelled as the moments passed, watching the way he was falling apart, all because of you. 

His moans became louder and you never wanted it to stop, but you could tell he was getting close, his hand roaming through your hair, over your face, his breathing becoming more labored. You sucked relentlessly, pushing him further and further to the edge. 

“Y-y/n,” he stuttered, “Hold on, I’m gonna come,” he said, panic in his voice.

You hollowed out your cheeks and slid off with a pop of your lips and his body jolted as he hissed through his teeth. “So? Come in my mouth,” you replied without hesitation, smiling wickedly. His eyes went wide. “Shit… I mean… are you sure? I’d feel bad, I know it doesn’t taste the best, and I–”

“Seob,” you interrupted him, and he looked down at you with a pout. “I want you to come in my mouth. Are you okay with that?” you asked coyly, wanting to make sure you weren’t about to push him out of his comfort zone. 

He swallowed loudly. “I mean… I’m more than okay with that, I just… fuck. If you’re sure, then…” he trailed off, biting his lip again, and you responded wordlessly, taking him into your mouth again and picking up where you left off, indulging in the way he filled your throat.

It wasn’t long before he was right back to falling apart. “Okay–y/n–I’m,” he gasped breathlessly, voice nothing but a whine at this point. You hummed deeply and looked at him, watching the way his face contorted as he squeezed his eyes shut and cried out, the warm fluid shooting down your throat mercilessly. You waited a moment while his orgasm crashed through him, before pulling off slowly and swallowing. He tasted salty, yet slightly sweet, and although the taste of semen usually didn’t excite you much, his wasn’t unpleasant. 

You crawled up next to him and were about to lay your head on his chest but he beat you to it, lowering his body and laying his head on yours instead. He was so cute, you could have burst. You kissed his head affectionately and petted his hair drowsily, feeling as if you were floating on a cloud as he snaked a thin, tan arm around your waist. 

After nearly falling back asleep, your stomach growled loudly and Jongseob laughed, turning his head to look up at you. “I guess we should actually get up, huh?”

You laughed, mortified, and covered your face with one of your hands, but gave in to his suggestion as the both of you got dressed, used the bathroom, brushed your teeth, and headed out to join the rest of the world, hand in hand.

[mirai-e-jump]

Hero Vision Vol.37 (2010/Summer) ft. Kamen Rider OOO Cast Members Watanabe Shu & Miura Ryosuke Interviews (translations below)

Publication: September 7, 2010

Watanabe Shu (Eiji Hino)

"Playing the role of the main character Eiji Hino and Kamen Rider OOO in "Kamen Rider OOO," is Watanabe Shu-kun. He's always thought, "I've always wanted to become a Kamen Rider," and the passion he has for this production has only seemed to have intensified. Watanabe-kun has only just started to create the role, but what's the main appeal of OOO and Eiji? We present to you this hot interview."

-I'm going to become a Kamen Rider!-

Ever since my first year of elementary school, starting with "Kamen Rider Kuuga," I've watched all of the Heisei Kamen Rider series in real time. At first, seeing a Kamen Rider defeat a monster was just so cool, and I couldn't stop watching. Around the time of the third series, "Ryuki," and fourth series, "Faiz," I was able to better understand even the smallest of details, and I began to think, "I'm going to become a Kamen Rider!"

While I continued to think like this, the chance to audition for "Kamen Rider OOO" was presented to me. I was more determined than any of the other contestants to win the audition, and it's not an exaggeration to say that I was putting my life on the line. That's why when I was chosen, I was so happy that I burst into tears.

Out of all the Heisei Kamen Rider series, the one I like the most is Kamen Rider Faiz. When he transforms, this area (his face and the 5 sections of his body) beeps and lights up, and when he does a Rider Kick, there's a flash of red…..the transformation and battle scenes are really cool!

Not only Faiz, but I've been influenced by the previous works of my seniors in many ways. In particular, when the Producer told me that Eiji's character is similar to that of Ryuki's main character (Shinji Kido), I had a fresh new look on him.

However, I don't want to end up copying his character, rather, I want to make sure that Eiji's own character comes through. When I think, "The feeling of Eiji," it's…..that he doesn't sweat the small stuff, and that he doesn't care about looking cool. Still, he'll face anyone directly, and has a strong will to protect what he wants to protect at all costs. I think that Eiji's a very straightforward guy. I also think the fact that he carries around nothing but his underwear and some coins means that he doesn't worry about appearances. My personality is that I also don't sweat the small stuff (laughs), and I'm not shy, so I have many similarities with Eiji. I'd like to play the role of a reliable hero by incorporating the coolness of Eiji and OOO into my own personality.

-A carefully crafted transformation scene-

It's been about 3 weeks since filming began (this interview takes place in early July), but the scale of the show's production was beyond my imagination. From the number of people involved, the methods used for filming, and everything else was massive. I get really excited when I think about being in such a production. I'll never forget the excitement I felt when I filmed the transformation scene for the first time! In Kamen Rider W's film (Kamen Rider W Forever), there's a scene where OOO appears, and by saying, "Henshin!," I realized just how hard I'd been working to get here……and I almost started to cry without thinking.

OOO's transformation is so cool! There's lots of attention to detail, like with the 3 medals in the belt and the elaborate moves. The Action Director, (Tsuyoshi) Miyazaki, came up with the basics, and we worked together on the detailed hand movements and positions. I suggested that since my left hand was facing the camera, my palm should be facing towards it, and also thought up ways of saying, "Henshin!" It's an important scene throughout the show, and I want to create the image of Eiji and the hero that I envisioned, so I was very specific about it. In W's film, Eiji is supposed to have experienced transforming many times before, so I made sure he looked confident. But, the transformation in the first episode of our main story is Eiji's first transformation, so it gives off a fresh feeling. I hope you enjoy both!

On days where I was taught how to pose, I'd practice by myself at home until midnight. In my mind, I created the image of becoming OOO as if I were in CG (laughs). I can't wait to see it, as the end result will be even better than that. I definitely have to go to the preview screenings! (laughs).

Eiji's a guy who's on the move alot, so I'm looking forward to seeing more action scenes. We shot alot in episodes 1 and 2, with me being grabbed by the monsters, being thrown around, being blown up, and rolling around. I'm still abit awkward at it, but with the help of Director Miyazaki and Suit Actor (Seiji) Takaiwa-san, I hope that in the end, I'll be able to jump off a building.

Ah, I mean, I want to improve that badly, but whether I can really do it or not is another story! (laughs). My dream is to punch and kick the monsters untransformed, so I'd like to make that happen too. If I keep talking about it like this, it'll come true someday, right? (laughs).

-Teamwork is the best!-

Things are so much fun on set. Ankh's actor, (Miura) Ryosuke-kun, is currently 5 years older me, and Shintaro Goto's actor, (Asaya) Kimijima-kun is 3 years older, but once I started talking to them, we quickly became friends. Miura-kun is the person I interact with the most in my role, so we're often together on set, and we talk about things other than acting, like my favorite manga (laughs). You get to know Miura-kun as he performs during filming. When the cameras aren't rolling, we talk about different topics, and I'd to get to know Miura-kun better when we're not acting.

As for Kimijima-kun….I was already a fan (laughs). When I was in middle school, I saw Kimijima-kun as a model in a fashion magazine, and it made me happy. Both of them are like kind older brothers, so I think it'll be alot of fun for the 3 of us to be in the same dressing room together.

We're off to a good start, and I have a feeling that the teamwork on set will keep getting better. We'll create an interesting show together, so please look forward to it!

-Watanabe Shu's Body-

Head: I'm a super positive person, so I just get through everything with the attitude of, "Well, I'll just figure it out." Who do I take after…..maybe it's a mutation? (laughs).

Ear: I've been told that I have "Hell Ears," because I carefully listen and remember the various things people say (laughs). I don't have any piercings…..making a hole looks like it'd hurt.

Eyes: I used to play sports, so my eyesight is well developed. I can even dodge punches, which I think will help me with action scenes!

Nose: I'm sensitive to the smell of food, and can guess what kind of food it is without looking. By the way, I love the smell of meat. I'm like a cave man (laughs).

Hand: I like to draw, and got the highest scores in art. But, I was more involved with sports, so now I'm abit rusty. Women probably prefer slimmer fingers anyway (laughs).

Mouth: I'm not shy at all, so even if I just met someone, I'll talk to them as much as I can. In other words, I'm annoying (laughs).

Foot: I'm fast! I used to run short distance and hurdle races, but I'm especially good at 400 meters races, and once took 3rd place in a prefectural competition with a time of 51.24 seconds!

Mind: I don't get upset about things too much. Maybe it's because a girl called me "insensitive" when I was in elementary school. Now that I think about it, that word seems to carry a serious meaning (laughs).

OOO: The theme of OOO is "Desire," and my "Desire" was to become a Kamen Rider. I think it's because I kept that in mind that I was able to encounter this production. Now, OOO is "Desire" itself. _

Miura Ryosuke (Ankh)

"Playing the double role of Shingo Izumi, a detective, and Ankh, the monster who possesses him in "Kamen Rider OOO," is Miura Ryosuke-kun. With the aim of, "Playing a beloved monster," he seems to be exploring for new ways to express himself everyday."

-Aiming to become a beloved monster-

I met with the Producer and Director through an interview, where I was given the opportunity to be apart of this production. The day before the interview, I was so nervous because my mind was racing (bitter smile). But, in order for people to understand you, you have to enjoy yourself, so that's what I did, and from the beginning, everyone talked to me in such a friendly manner…..I immediately felt relaxed and at ease.

When I was chosen for the role of Ankh, I thought to myself, "I'm grateful." I've been an actor for about 9 years now, and I was afraid that I'd only be doing on the spot performances. But, I now feel that it's because of my previous experience that I was able to get a role that'll last as long as a year. That's why I'm "grateful."

After filming began, the separation of the roles for Shingo Izumi and Ankh become a major point for me. Director (Ryuta) Tasaki, who shot episodes 1 and 2, asked me to, "Make some differences," for my tone of voice, facial expressions, and movements. Looking at the script, it's obviously different. But, when I tried playing the role, it was very difficult. Shingo becomes possessed by Ankh in the first episode, so we don't know much about his personality. His younger sister (Hina Izumi, played by Riho Takada-chan) is worried about him, so we know he's a good older brother, but, I think he's actually more of a troublesome brother, which is why his sister is so strong (laugh). I'm looking forward to finding out what kind of person Shingo is through Hina.

I'm still struggling with Ankh. The only thing I've clearly decided on, is to make him a "beloved monster." This was also brought up by Director Tasaki. Ankh's ideas and actions are pretty mischievous. One example is in episode 2, when he ate some popsicles, saying the reason was he wanted to, "Get some nourishment" (laughs). I'm sure that if I play the role without hesitating, my character will be loved by everyone. I wonder if Ankh will become more like a human by being with Eiji, or if a monster will always stay a monster…..I can't wait to see how things turn out.

Before we started filming, we had 2 rehearsals, but for the first one, time went by and I wasn't really grasping anything……I was certain that everyone was worried and wondering, "Is this guy gonna be okay?" I was so frustrated, that I would watch anime that reminded me of Ankh, I just couldn't stop thinking about him. I began to think that there was more to him than just being a right hand, and that there was a "heart" to him. Then, at the second rehearsal, I was able to get into being Ankh. The Director actually told me, "You're overdoing it" (laughs), but, those words helped me to get rid of any doubts, and I began to understand the "balance" of being Ankh.

-Creating Ankh together-

I'd like to draw your attention to the craftsmanship of Ankh's arm. It's been finely crafted down to the smallest details, and is very beautiful. It made me wonder how great it'd be to design the whole body. I can't tell you what material it's made of, as it's a trade secret (laughs), but, it's so light that I no longer feel uncomfortable wearing it. The index and middle fingers are my own fingers sticking through, so I can make detailed movements.

I've learned alot from Eitoku-san (Suit Actor), who moves Ankh's arm. Even though only his arm is shown in the show, he uses his whole body to express himself to the fullest. Just when I was thinking that I didn't want to be outdone, I had a very happy experience. The scene in the first episode where Ankh possesses Shingo was expressed through my own arm…..When I performed the moment when Ankh enters his arm and takes over, the camera man called Eitoku-san over and said, "Eitoku, this is how the acting should be done." The person who was filming was able to understand my performance. It made me incredibly happy. It made me think, "I can really do it as Ankh!" Through Eitoku-san and Ankh, I'm learning the importance of expressing my thoughts and feelings from the tips of my fingers, toes, and head.

The Director, makeup artists, costume designers, lighting crew……all of their hard work has been positive, and has helped me with becoming Ankh. I'd like to express myself as much as I can so that you can see it in a better way.

As of now, many of the actors are younger than me, but in the past, I'm often the youngest on set. I'd like to view this from the perspective of an older brother…….I want to, but it's abit difficult (laughs). The teen cast members are all so strong, that they often end up helping me out.

I think that (Watanabe) Shu is "free" in a good way. He says things like, "I want to express it in this way," without hesitation. In this world, people tend to hold back by saying, "I can't do this," or, "I can only do this much," but Shu doesn't have such an attitude. That's why I feel good and at ease when we're together. His presence in my life has grown so much, that I feel like we've already been together for a year. The only thing I wish he'd stop talking about, is his favorite manga. Every day when he comes to the set, he asks me, "Miura-kun, have you read this one?" I'm not really into reading manga, so one of my favorite things to say right now is, "Will I last a year….?" (laughs).

I'm grateful for being on such a set where we can have such innocent conversations. I'd like to build a relationship with Shu and all the cast members, so that we can motivate and support each other even during the hardest shoots. I'd like to work with everyone to grow not only within the work, but myself over the next year.

-Miura Ryosuke's Body-

Head: I'm someone that wants to have "fun." I want to take things in a fun direction, and for people to think, "He's smart." I don't want to show my efforts behind the scenes.

Eyes: I may have a hard time looking at people and other things. But, the feeling of taking in everything is always there. Because by doing so, I'll encounter something that'll move my heart.

Mouth: I like talking, but I'm not good at it. I'm often asked, "What was that last part?," because I tend to get carried away and say things too quickly…..

Nose: Like laundry fresh out of the dryer, I like scents that give off a warm feeling (laughs). Sleeping on them is ideal. Floral fabric softeners are the best.

Mind: I've always been stubborn, and I'm very consistent when it comes to my way of thinking. In order for people to understand that, I have to be firm with myself first.

Foot: I'm not slow, but I don't think I'm fast either. I do like to exercise and dance, and I like to just move my body. I'd be happy if I can make use of that in my action scenes.

Ear: I have really good ears. Even when I'm talking to someone, I can hear the conversations of those next to me, and I'll get angry and say, "What'd you say?!" (laughs).

OOO: This is the "start" for me. I'm confident that what I learn here will remain with me for the rest of my life, so I want to make this an important first step for me.

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matty and finger sucking does something to me im serious

MOOD also these other asks are on the same wavelength as you anon! No thoughts just Matty shutting me up by shoving his fingers in my mouth because I’ve been a brat ❤️ and Soft dom matty 4EVA. it’s a lifestyle

and like fair enough you have a little oral fixation so really during any sort of sexy moment you'll happily take matty's fingers in your mouth - also quite good for foreplay before you suck his dick, if you mimic a blowjob on them (this is my number one hoe tip, actually, for those of you trying to get with someone who has a cock). but i think your ultimate favourite fingersucking scenario is, as the second aforementioned ask said, matty using his fingers as a means of stopping you being a bit of a brat. i personally don't see matty being, like, DOM dom (if you do, that's cool though!) - i think he's very much soft/pleasure dom vibes - and therefore not particularly strict with you, but there are times when you definitely get a bit too frequent with the asking him to fuck you when he's busy or you backchat; fingersucking means you can't talk, so it puts an end to you being bratty immediately. plus, you love it, so is it really a punishment? no!

let's say you're at home one evening, and you're very much in the mood, but matty's watching some fuckin patreon stream thing about like whatever he's hyperfixating on aesthetically in that moment. and he's told you it's live so he has to watch it now, and you honestly appreciate that, but he just looks so GOOD all messy and shirtless on the sofa that you're sitting next to him clenching your thighs and breathing heavily. and you ask him at one point if he couldn't just, like, get it on catchup at some point and fuck you instead, and matty gets a bit stern but still sweet like "no, darlin', i'm watching it now and THEN i'll fuck you. ok?" and you're like yeah ok. but then you have to sit and watch him look so intently and smile genuinely (sidenote if you can get the full episode of the band on jools holland last year, there's a moment during another act's performance where it cut to matty smiling like this and i honest to god cried) at the screen and you're like god he's so !!!! i need him right now. so you ask again and he's like "sweetheart, stop asking." and you're like ugh fine, and then you do it one more time and he just snaps, like "thought i'd told you to stop fucking asking, yeah? well, if you're incapable of that, i'll just need to shut you up myself. suck" and taps your lips so he can slide his middle and index fingers into your mouth. and you're like fuck yeah and you do as you're asked, matty humming contentedly (and getting hard) as you do. and then when the stream ends, matty turns to you and says "so you CAN listen. good girl" and you swirl your tongue around his fingers as a thank you, before he pulls them out of your mouth and kisses you deeply. and then i think he'd be like "right. shorts and underwear off - it's time for your reward for being good", so you get undressed, and matty uses the fingers that were just in your mouth to get you off, while he kisses your neck and praises you directly in your ear. and THEN he fucks you like you wanted him to all along, lol <3

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Villain AU - Deadlock, Part 8

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 ||

Getting some blabla out of the way 💁‍♀️ next chapter should have some cool action wahoooooooooooo

(Present)

Vee woke up with a startle at the sound of her phone ringing. In a half-awake state she stumbled her hand across and over to her nightstand, grabbing the device. She took a second to see who was calling, the name being none other than her surpervisor at work. Shit.

"Yeah?" Vee opened with a raspy voice.

"Where the hell are you? You were supposed to start an hour ago!" a woman voice shouted at the other end of the line.

God, it was too early for that...

"I was sick all night," lied Vee. "I'm sorry, I just passed out. I can't make it today."

"You realize I now have to cover for your ass?"

Oh boo-hoo, cry a fucking river.

"I'll be there tomorrow."

She ended the call right there and then. Fuck that job. Fuck that low salary. She didn't have to explain herself furthermore.

Vee sighed, leaving her phone back on the nightstand. In that moment she also realized two things: She was still fully clothed. When did she get to bed last night?

Last thing she remembered was Donatello coming into her apartment after Raphael's impromptu visit, then she cried. So much. That was extremely embarassing...

Putting on her glasses, she resolved herself to getting up, prefering to exchange yesterday's clothes for a oversized black t-shirt and keeping her underwear on. Getting her hair up in a messy bun, Vee made her way directly to the kitchen area, getting a coffee bag out of the pantry next. She barely started to measure the coffee beans needed for her grinder that a tired voice rose from behind.

"Someone called you?"

Vee let out a "Criss!" in French, jumping out of fear and turning around. Coffee beans flew out of the bag at the same time, many now littering the floor. She finally noticed Donnie who had been sleeping on the couch, the terrapin's eyes now fully opened - surprised by her reaction. They were both frozen for a moment, the woman wanting to drop her heart's rate first.

"... What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Uhh ... you said it was okay for me to sleep here."

Vee squinted, trying to recall that.

"Huh? When?"

The turtle was now sitting up, having put his glasses on.

"Last night after I got you to bed."

That was like a blast to Vee, absolutely confused.

"Man ... I don't recall that at all," she confessed. She quickly frowned afterward: "Wait, you took me to bed?"

"Why, you wanted to sleep with me on the couch instead?" said the other, amused.

Vee groaned, giving up as she proceeded to get a broom out. Starting to collect the stray coffee beans, the terrapin had now made his way closer.

"Nice outfit...," he pointed.

She paused, realizing her look.

"It's my apartment, I dress how I want," said the human with a quick shrug. "Enjoy the view, I guess."

Donnie extended his hand towards her, motionning for the broom.

"Gimme that. This mess was caused by me."

Vee sighed, handing him the tool: "Sure, have fun. I'll get the coffee started. ... I have a feeling I'll need a couple of cups today."

It felt so weird... To see him in daylight and with less equipment on himself. Grinding the coffee, she prepped her machine so a pot could be filled. Observing the terrapin at work next, she took a moment to glance at his movements, his muscles. She almost caught herself biting her lip too hard...

"Remind me why you stayed over?" she asked. "For real, the only thing I remember is just crying like a lil' bitch last night."

That caught Donnie off guard, laughing lightly. Throwing away the last beans, he looked at Vee, putting the broom back to its place.

"I wanted to make sure you'd be okay," he started. "You seemed quite shaken up, so it only felt right that I'd be there."

Vee got some mugs out, letting him continue.

"And... I kinda got into an argument with my brother Leonardo last night. So I didn't want to go back home just yet."

"Oh?"

"They saw us together last night, hence why Raph paid a little visit as well."

"What a charming family you have...." she said sarcastically.

"Their intentions are well placed, but poorly executed," he added, thoughtful. He pointed towards Vee's computer next: "By the way, your client replied last night..."

She first frowned, but then quickly realized that she didn't lock her screens - first interrupted by Raph's arrival. She hastened to her desk with a slight panic, sitting down and looking at her screen. As she was reading, Donnie was now standing behind her, waiting for her reaction.

BillionsPerSeconds: How much are we talking about? Color me interested. smooth_criminal: Oops, sorry, the information self-destructed. I don't have it anymore. smooth_criminal: Good doing business with you. Bye bye.

"Hey, I didn't write that! What the heck!" she blurted out.

"I did."

He hunched closer to her, hands against the desk and at each sides of her, searching for her gaze at her left.

"I told you to not give out the biometrics data."

"And I told you not to look through my stuff! You're breaking rule number two."

Donnie showed an annoyed look: "... Your screen was litterally opened and your web browser on that conversation. Forgive some wandering eyes."

"Breaking rule number three now; don't be an ass," she added, looking over to him.

A brief staring contest ensued, the woman finally realizing how close the terrapin now was. A sigh left her, losing the battle as she glanced away.

"And I wasn't giving it out," mumbled Vee. "I was trying to sell it. It's different."

"It's still going against what we talked about. Don't try to play around with words and meanings."

Her eyes now back on him, she patted his cheek amusedly: "Alright, I got my lesson now. No need to chastise me anymore."

Donatello's smile was sweet, as if happy to have won whatever battle this was. Letting out a simple "good", he quickly nuzzled over Vee's top of her head, proceeding back up and into the kitchen. As he was pouring the now readied coffee, the woman was still processing this rapid display of affection he just did, swiveling her chair around and observing his motions with a slight confusion.

... What happened last night?

***

(Last night)

Her crying had calmed down, her eyes still red and watery however. The duo was still in eachother's arms and now comfortably seated on the couch - Vee completely leaning onto the mutant's form and in absolute need of comfort. Her fatigue was now drowsing her mind, yet that didn't stop her from talking:

"I never wanted this," she confessed. "I wanted to create. I wanted to be happy. ... I got fucked over so many times, I simply lost hope."

She could still feel Donnie's hands slowly petting her in soothing motions.

"I only started all of this information broker shit 'cause I'm good at searching stuff," she added with a sniffle. "I lost so many years going to College for music and arts, I didn't want to lose a couple more years trying to go down another career path." She paused, some sobs escaping her. "... I was abused, I was broken, the industry swallowed me whole and spat back my emptied shell."

She dared move, wanting to find Donnie's gaze.

"People have told me to grow a spine and be assertive - and believe me, I've tried so many times. ... I was met with rage and shouts. I had nowhere to go. I've been told countless times that I'm good for nothing and that everything I ever did was for nothing. ... What am I supposed to do other than to believe that?"

She could feel her tears come back again, shaking her head slightly: "People only want what's best for their personal gain. Once they see weakness, they'll do anything to step on it and take whatever left there is. ... And I was tired of it. I wanted none of it."

One of Donatello's hands moved, cupping her cheek and his thumb tenderly wiping the wet trail on her skin. He had this serene and mindful look, showing that he was completely attentive to her. The woman brought her hold to his hand, leaning into his touch with closed eyes. At once she realized how much she had craved for any form of contact and interaction... To simply be approached by someone and feel a touch on her.

"I'm so glad you're here..." she murmured in a sad tone.

"And I'm glad to be here," he answered in a hushed voice as well, getting closer.

She felt a motion at the top of her head, the turtle now nuzzling her gently. Her body reacted like a magnet as she herself wanted to be nearer. A deep rumbling sound started from the mutant's chest, this small vibration felt between them and throughout the woman's body. She lost herself into this feeling, moving her arms to rest around his neck and hiding her face in the crook of his neck. In an instant Donnie's embrace was now wrapped around her, his face buried in her hair and his churr incessant. They both didn't want to let go - simply wanting to savor the moment and newly found comfort and proximity.

"Please stay," softly said Vee. "I don't want to be alone."

Donnie noted her body relaxing, as well as some yawns escaping her. Without any words he proceeded to scoop her in his arms, hers still around his neck. Heading for the bedroom, he next laid her down on the mattress, kneeling down beside the furniture and observing the space while petting her hair in a soothing motion.

"... Where do you want me to stay?" he asked. "Your bed's not big enough." It was nothing else but a double sized mattress. They could both fit, but they'd need to stay close...

"You can sleep on the couch," Vee answered, yawning again.

"Then I'll be there if you need me," added the terrapin, his eyes translating a loving emotion.

He only wanted to stay close to her... Bringing a blanket over her clothed form, he nuzzled her temple, getting a soft hum from Vee in return. As he was about to head out of the bedroom next, her tiny voice did stop him:

"I'm sorry..."

He looked her way again: "What for?"

"I'm sorry...," she repeated, her tone trailing off, too tired.

Knowing he'd get no more answers from her, Donnie prefered to disregard whatever apology that was, leaving the room and keeping the door ajar - only to be able to hear her if ever needed. He started to turn off the lights around the apartment, finally stumbling around her computer and noticing its screen and active web browser. The turtle frowned lightly as he read over the conversation with her current client, knowing she was hinting at the biometrics he had just shared with her. Seeing that the client seemed interested, he answered in Vee's stead, bullshitting something about the files having self-destruct. He didn't care if that prevented her from getting money, he simply couldn't let her share that information...

With a sigh he headed for the couch, leaning his shell on it and bringing a cushion between his neck and shell for his head to rest on. Donnie's eyes were stuck on the ceiling for a long while, his thoughts running over and over again in his mind. The fact that Vee had opened herself so easily tonight, he knew there was hope... More than ever, he didn't want to let go. He wanted her to be happy...

***

(Present)

They had settled for an easy breakfast - eggs and toasts - then sitting down on the living room's floor and plates on the coffee table. As Vee wanted to avoid any awkward silences, she had put on some faint music in the background, in hopes of making things easy in this ... weird morning. Her playlist was set to a random cycle, which brought her to almost choke when 'My One and Only Love' came up next. She promptly skipped as barely a minute rolled in, the soft beat of 'C.R.E.A.M' coming up instead.

"Afraid of love songs?" said Donnie, amused.

"Absolutely not," replied the woman. "It's just ... not needed right now."

"Mm-hmm, sure."

Vee's stare was slightly annoyed as she observed him take a sip of coffee. ... There simply was no time right now to let any lovey feelings invade her mind. Instead she prefered to switch the subject to a matter she'd be wanting to know for some time:

"Can I ask something about the project Renaissance? ... There's a detail in those files that I've been wondering about."

Donnie was now attentive, his brow ridges furrowing lightly.

"I dunno why you're so stuck on that project, but sure, go ahead."

The woman took that as a cue to get up, fetching a tablet she had left in her room. It didn't take her time to swipe through the device as she walked back to the living room, already bringing up the Renaissance's files. Sitting back down at the coffee table, she read through some lines, finally pinpointing what she wanted to know about:

"Here... The initial mutative components of the alien substance have been noted down, yet a thorough investigation of its properties still remains to be conducted. Following the ongoing observations on the animal subjects, blood tests revealed that the so-called 'green ooze' is present amongst the cells, ensuring a continuous safekeep of the element - if ever missing and needed." She looked up at Donatello, her head slightly tilting to one side in questionnement. "... Have you ever tested the ooze from your blood? Or have you ever offered it to scientists?"

His answer was quick: "Never in a lifetime would I ever give that substance to anyone. I'd be too scared for it to fall into any wrong hands." His pause was brief, considering his next words. "... I did get some results myself, but never pushed for more answers - and frankly, my family and I are okay with never knowing what the ooze entails of, or even to have it die with us."

"Aren't you curious though?"

The terrapin shrugged: "About what?"

That actually stopped Vee, actually wondering herself. Seeing her incertitude, the other kept going on.

"We know the ooze is capable of bringing great transformations into any beings. Yet, to be affected by it is to be marked for a life of exile, at least that's how we see it; to be feared by most people. Why would we want that substance to affect anything or anyone's life? Who are we to decide if any being can potentially be inflicted by this curse?"

"A curse?" questionned the human. "Why say that when it litterally gave you sentience?"

"Did I ask to be given that sentience?"

"No, but it made you into who you are."

"And you think my family and I are okay with that?"

Vee stopped, knowing there was no more point in trying to raise a counterargument. Seeing her concerned look, Donnie did sigh softly, fingers mindlessly and softly tapping against the table, reminiscing.

"... Years ago, we did get our hands on a deritative alien substance; the purple ooze. It had been used to turn human subjects into animal mutants, which brought me to the realization that it could be used to turn us into humans." He glanced at his left hand, closing and flexing his three fingers. "... I remember the feeling of having five fingers, even if it was for a brief moment. At that time, my brothers and I were contemplating the idea of changing our forms, only to be accepted within society."

"Why didn't you guys do it?"

That brought a soft smile to the mutant's lips: "As cheesy as it'll sound, we do love who we are. Through all the hardships and seclusion, we simply couldn't give up who we truly were." His gaze remained on Vee, knowing she probably had many question still. "I guess the point I'm really trying to make is that we don't wish the challenges we've been through to anyone else. We honor our lives, we remain in this lifestyle simply because that's all we've ever known. ... The power in our blood may be too destructive or unpredictable, so we can't risk letting it be shared freely into this world... And we don't want to change. We don't want to allow any more successes into our very undemanded existence."

Vee remained silent, contemplating his words. While she understood the reasonings, there was still a small part of her that simply couldn't push aside her curiosity; she wanted to know more about the substance. She could only contemplate the possibilities of any advancements it could bring into society or individuals. Yet when she listened to him, the sympathy in her could only agree with the terrapin. ... Something she never thought she's reach at this point. She locked her tablet's screen, giving it no more attention.

"Thank you for telling me all of that," she said, sustaining his gaze. "I guess I can finally put those questionings to rest."

"Anything else you'd like to know then?" he asked in light amusement, elbows on the coffee table and his chin against his raised hands.

Vee let out a quick chuckle, first peeking quickly inside her now empty coffee cup.

"You want another coffee?"

He shook his head slightly: "I'd rather go sleep in fact... We usually don't stay up much during the day."

And she supposed that he couldn't really get out at this time, or else he'd be spotted easily. The woman simply got up, then standing by his side and offering her hand to him. In a follow me gesture, she got the turtle to stand up, her tiny hand holding his large one as she guided him towards her bedroom. As she offered him her bed, he was quick to politely decline, but her insistance and assuring him that she didn't mind did bring some ease into the offering.

"I'll be working on some stuff in the meantime, I don't mind," Vee simply added.

And that was good enough for him.

Putting the dishes away, Vee's actions only slowed down once she sat back at her computer, mindlessly going through her files and reorganizing some documents. Thinking back to Donnie being so open about how he felt in regards to his own existence, she slowly realized that last night had a ... similar outcome, but this time coming from her end. Bits and pieces of her blabbering came back to light, realizing that she had been pretty vulnerable in that moment. In a sense she absolutely hated it, but then again ... it had felt so good to let it all out. To finally voice things that had plagued her mind and kept her in this sense of failure for anything she ever undertook. Her life was this endless wandering, all about taking on the opportunity to ruin people's lives - only for her gain. Yet when she was with Donnie, she felt this sense of purpose, a plan that was getting built before her very own eyes... And that felt absolutely refreshing. Her playlist still going, this time even more softly, she groaned lightly as 'My One And Only Love' started again but from another artist, yet kept the tune playing. She remembered his touch. His hands over her form, caressing ever so softly. His nuzzling to her hair, the churr in his chest. The proximity she experienced, as short as it was, had only her screaming for more - simply to feel alive a little more.

After a while she sighed, knowing she couldn't resist the thought anymore. She got back up and headed towards the bedroom, finding the turtle already asleep. She felt bad for walking in and sitting by the bed's side, her hand shyly reaching for his. That easily woke up Donnie, his tired motions leading him to look at Vee.

"What's up?" he asked in a hushed, half-asleep tone.

"... Can I join you?" said the woman, her voice tiny.

He only hummed, moving a little and bringing the blanket up for the human to slip in. Removing her glasses and joining Donnie, she prefered to face him, both on their sides and first studying his traits. Feeling her hands to his cheeks, a purr-like sound left the terrapin, his eyes already closed out of fatigue.

"I'm so glad you're here...," she echoed from last night.

His arms were now fully around her, bringing Vee's to wrap around his neck. In an instant, the rush of their hearts was deafening, their bodies so close - they could've just melded together. Vee's fingertips tenderly traced patterns on his scales, appreciating the texture. Oh she could keep doing so for hours... The mutant lazily nuzzled her hair, his hands patiently petting her upper and lower back. There was this excitement about keeping her close, yet everything felt so right and calm... he knew they both needed this.

And in all truthfulness, they wished this moment would last forever...

((Part 9))

[yurmomsawh0r]

You should totally do a Geto x Reader with reader having a praise kink 😈😈 it’s been a second since I’ve read one with him giving praises 😌😌😌✨✨✨❤️❤️❤️

YASSSSS! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I'm finally home and could finally finish it! I hope you like it!

Cw: Praise kink, Oral (M. Receiving) Pet Names (Baby, Sexy, Good girl), Geto being a soft Dom today, Wet puss, Cum eating. AU

Synopsis: You just wanted to show Geto how much of a good girl you could be!

🖤

It was a hot summers day and everyone was outside enjoying the warm sun. You were taking a nice stroll to get some ice cream for you and Geto to enjoy. Stepping inside the ice cream parlor, that was conveniently down the street from your house, you could feel the cool breeze brush across your sun touched skin.

The server greeted you, stepping back to give you a moment to think about your choices from their large assortment of flavors. You decied on 2 scoops of snickers ice cream for you, and a simple 3 scoops of cookies and cream for him.

"Here you are, that'll be 11.39 please." You told them it would be with apple pay, already double clicking your power button so that the screen would access your mobile wallet. It was the greatest thing ever and very convenient when need be!

A ding blared in your ears, and soon the process was complete. You asked for no receipt, quickly grabbing the the bag trying to rush back home to Geto. Already you had started to miss him in the short span of twenty minutes.

He had been so good to you the past 2 years since you guys started to actually see each other on a regular daily basis. You stepped inside the house, swiftly looking your door and hooking your shared key on its resting place. The soft humming of a fan could be heard as you made your way towards the main bedroom of the three bedroom apartment.

Seeing Geto sprawled out across the bed with the fan blowing directly on his, made you want to giggle at how quickly he had fell asleep. But seeing the huge bulge in his boxer caused your skin to prickle with tiny beads or sweat and your temperature rise to great degrees.

You could see his tip peaking from underneath the band of his underwear, oozing with your favorite flavor of cream.

He had been working hard all week, trying to free up sometime just to spend it with you, his one and only little doll, as he'd like to say. It was a request you had burdened him with for weeks and now seeing how tired and over worked he really was caused guilt to eat away at you.

You were a brat, his brat at that, so this is what he expected from you. With how he treats you and spoils you he knew you'd become dependent on him. He's told you, many times before, that he's perfectly okay with being everything you needed.

A groan left his lips, startling you from your guilty thoughts, a pulse going straight to your clit as you seen his dick jump up slightly.

Suddenly, an idea popped up in your head. Determination filling you up with enough confidence to pull this off. Surely he wouldn't mind. Right? You thought to yourself. He would Surely understand that you were doing this for his own pleasure and not yours. Even in his tired state he would enjoy the wet warmth of your mouth swallowing him whole.

You just wanted to pay him back in some way that would benefit your man. A little extra help relaxing. Of course you'd be lying if you had said that you weren't also doing this for your own pleasure as well.

Your mouth pooled with saliva as you stalked closer to his sleeping form. Completely disregarding your ice creams by tossing them to the floor, you sunk down on your knees, fingering hooking under the band of both his boxers and sweats.

Slowly you pulled them down just enough for his shaft and balls to be on display. The cool breeze of the fan must have brush against his hot skin because once again, he groaned and his dick jumped. Gripping his phallus tightly, your tongue shot out licking the tip of him that was covered with his salty pre-cum.

God,

You thought.

I want him so bad.

Geto had always been one for pleasing you, but today, you'd do your very best to return the favor and then some. Proving to be the good girl he always told you, you were.

Encasing your lips around him, you began to suck with a purpose. You took him deeper down your throat gagging a bit when he would reach the back, and each time you took him deeper, a moan would leave his soft lips.

You could feel your pussy dripping with each lick and suckle to his harden meat. Even going as far as to deep throat him stilling when your nose touched his pelvis, darting your tongue out to give a few swift kitten licks to his balls that tightened.

He was going to cum soon.

You told yourself, with even more determination.

"Ohh fuck." He groaned out, finally waking up from his slumber. His hips bucked up a little, desperately trying to reach his climax. Hands gripped tightly to your strands of hair, causing a a painful ache that you chose to ignore.

You'd let him use you to his hearts content, for you were his to claim. By now, spit was dripping from the corners of your lips, making this an even messier encounter.

"Fuck baby, just like that. . . You doing so well for me." He groaned out, slightly rolling his hips up to fuck your mouth. His words spurred you on, making you suck hard and faster. "Uh! Just l-like that. Daddy's gonna nut soon, and your gonna swallow every drop!"

By now, Geto had sat up, staring down into your big sex filled eyes. He gently cupped your face as you head bobbed up and down on him.

You looked like a beautiful mess and it only turned him on more knowing that your were his beautiful mess. He loved the feel of your lips on him, trying to drain him of every last drop.

With two hands, you started to pump him while sucking his tip, finally going for the kill.

This must have snapped something inside Geto because the next thing you knew, he held your head still and continously used you. Thrusting his big, long cock inside of you, choking you in the process, but you didn't mind.

You wanted this. He needed this.

Geto's hips stilled, pausing deep in the back of your hollow canal shooting his thick seed down it.

For a moment he held himself there before pulling himself out from your lips. You could feel him glide out the depths of your throat, leaving it sore.

"Show daddy your reward.." He demanded with heavy breaths. Like the good little slut you were, opened your mouth with your tongue out showing him all the cum his spilled. Some of it slightly dripping from your tongue.

A chuckle rumbled from him as he gently pet your face. Love and adoration filling his eyes, but surely you seen another glint of something more.

Pride.

He was proud of you, and seeing this only made you all the more happier that you went through with your plan.

"Swallow it for me sexy." And you did. Staring him in the eyes as you did as you were told.

"Fuck. . . I knew your were such a good girl."

[floralcyanide]

Kinktober Day Two

Roleplay - Austin Butler

oooo day two of kinktober is hereee. I enjoyed this request. I've always wanted to write something like this so please enjoy! also if you have a kinktober list of your own, please send it to me in an ask because I definitely would love to read them!! reblogs and likes are appreciated for this post. <3

pairing: Austin Butler x Reader (also Austin!Elvis if you wanna call it that)

warnings: smut, thigh riding, roleplay, nipple play, oral (m receiving, hinted)

word count: 863

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“Hey there, pretty mama.”

You look up from your laptop where you’re working to see Austin dressed in the Elvis leather jumpsuit, much to your surprise. It’s been a year since he finished filming, and he hasn’t really bothered to wear or mess with the jumpsuit he got from the movie set. It looked good on him and hugged everything it needed to perfectly. Everything. 

“Aus, what are you doing?” you chuckle, your eyes traveling up his leather-clad body.

“Who’s Aus, baby?” Austin asks cluelessly, playing with a strand of your hair before gently tucking it behind your ear.

You playfully narrow your eyes at him, catching onto what he’s up to.

The two of you have discussed spicing things up in the bedroom for a while. Whether that includes using toys or even roleplaying, you both decided it’d be fun to switch up your sex life. What you haven’t discussed, however, is who or what you’d be roleplaying as and who would do it first. But now that Austin is in front of you dressed as Elvis and has that glint in his eyes, you know exactly what’s about to go down.

“No one, Elvis. But you’re distracting me from my work,” you say, turning your chair back to your laptop.

You aren’t gonna give in that easily. But, suddenly, Austin swivels your chair back around to face his direction. He’s gonna make you give in whether you like it or not.

“Work can be done later. Now,” Austin grabs you by your waist and tosses you over his shoulder, “It’s showtime, darlin’.”

You laugh against the leather and let him take you to the bedroom, curious as to how this is going to play out. Austin sits on the end of the bed and lets you roll off his shoulder and into his lap. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders, looking at him to await further instruction. Austin rests his hands on your hips, moving you to the side a little, so your core is positioned directly on his leather-clad thigh. Today was a wise day to wear a skirt.

“Gonna give me a good show, sweetheart?” Austin smirks, rubbing circles into your hips with his thumbs.

“Yes, Elvis,” you stifle a laugh, but it’s sucked back into your lungs when Austin presses you into his thigh as he lifts it up to meet your clothed clit.

You hold back a whimper at the contact, biting your lip in anticipation as Austin’s eyes bore into yours. 

“Let’s get these off you, pretty thing,” Austin slides his hands up your thighs and underneath your skirt, hooking his fingers underneath your underwear before pulling them down your legs slowly.

You sit up slightly to let him pull them off completely. The coolness of the leather contrasting with your warmth is a little shocking. You glance up to see Austin looking at you again. You gulp under his intense stare but begin to move your hips at a slow pace, giving yourself time to adjust to the straightforward feeling of Austin’s thigh against you. The feeling of your clit rolling against the leather sends electricity through your body. Your hips begin to move fluidly as you grind on his thigh a little faster with each passing minute. You can feel Austin growing hard underneath your knee, and you push it against him a little to allow him some friction. His fingers move up your shirt and underneath your bra, massaging your breasts as he begins to grind on your knee. Replacing your knee with your hand, you try your best to palm him through the leather as you start outright riding his thigh. He pulls your shirt off and unclasps your bra, tossing the clothing to the floor. With one arm still around his shoulders, you pull him as close to you as possible. Austin latches onto your nipple, and you have to bite your lip to keep from squealing.

“I wanna hear you, baby. Give me a good show, be as loud as you want.”

Your fingers grip his hair as you circle your hips on his thigh, wetness polling on the leather. He bites lightly on your nipple, and warmth begins spreading in your lower stomach. 

“Fuck, do that again,” you whine, squeezing at his bulge as he moans against your breast.

Austin twists the bud between his teeth as your clit rolls on his thigh just right, and you repeat the action as he doesn’t let up on the sensitive skin. 

“Elvis, I’m gonna cum,” you moan, breathless as the knot comes undone in your stomach and your vision turns white.

Austin keeps guiding your hips to let you ride out your orgasm, lapping at both your overstimulated nipples. You hope you didn’t ruin the jumpsuit because you felt yourself gush.

“Damn, baby. That was hot,” he tucks hair behind your ear again before leaving a kiss on the shell of it.

You climb off his lap and onto the floor, gazing up at him with hazy eyes, “I’m not done giving you a show, Mr. Presley. Now, remove these leather pants of yours.”

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[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

my last request was girly/material girl!reader AND I REALLY LOVE IT! SO FETCH! so i have an opposite idea this time..

this time maybe an emo!reader. unlike before, reader is a rich kid with two baddies on her side meanwhile this time reader is a mysterious emo girl and shes alone (reader is like “i dont need friends they disappoints me”💀💀) to make reader seems more emo maybe u could add a nose & ear piercing,reader being good at electric guitar,rings,black nail polish ofc,last but not least EYELINER. maybe avril lavigne kind of emo?

thank u!

i dig this!! i made reader more alt then emo lol hopes thats still ok<3 i have been singing "girlfriend" and " sk8ter boi" by avril since the DAWN OF TIME :)

ULTRAVIOLENCE -P. B PARKER

Pairing: (Eventual) Boyfriend! Peter x Alt! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Friends are overrated, so when the boy in the apartment across from you, Peter Parker, decides to be happy go lucky towards you, you become rather annoyed. Soon enough, he warms your frozen heart.

Warnings: swearing, smut implied, dry?? (wet) humping, tit worship ( reader has pierced nipples), massive praise kink, teasing, pet names, drug usage (weed)

Notes: This is the sister fic for material girl. Kinda like the evermore to folklore. So of course I had to add more tit worship!!

ALSO (you'll see this in the fic what i mean by this) i love star wars!! i poked at peter for being a "nerd" in this, but star wars was my childhood, i still obsess over it to this day. anakin, kylo and obi-wan are my babes.

Enjoy my petals <3

-xoxo claire bear

Em, C, A. Em, C, A.

Your fingers pressed harshly into the strings of your electric guitar, flying through chords as you hummed a soft, sorrowful melody. It was rather depressing, the notes you plucked.

Soothing, but- depressing.

You sank deeper into your velvet chair, as if you could melt through it and disappear completely, humming a low tune. Creativity stopped after those first three notes, and you began to repeat them over and over until you were sick of them.

Huffing, you set your guitar back against the dresser, opening your underwear drawer to uncover your secret stash of weed. After ruffling through piles of thongs of all colours, you found the jackpot.

Bingo!

Grabbing the pre-rolled blunt, you scurried over to open your window, which lead to the fire escape. Crisp, cool air bit at your legs as you slid swung them outside. Your necklaces jangled together as you slid through the crack, and you cursed yourself for not taking them off sooner.

Yet, nonetheless, your mother hadn't heard the noise and come pounding at your door wondering why the fuck you were on the fire escape past midnight on a school night. The universe was on your side tonight.

Shutting the window softly, you trudged to the railing, pulling out a lighter. As the joint lit from your shaky fingers, you brought it to your lips with a sigh, drawing in the smoke. It tickled your senses as it slid down to your lungs, and you watched the smoke reshape as you exhaled.

The view of the stars was comforting as you looked up, your eyes becoming glassy as you continued to intake the smoke. A light flickered on from in front of you, and your gaze snapped down to see Peter Parker slide into his room, a look of content on his face.

He was always happy.

There wasn't a time in your entire school career where you had ever seen the kid upset, minus that one time in the second grade when he punched a kid in the face for stealing his toys. It wasn't comforting to you, as strange as it sounded. It was annoying in a way, the constant upbringing.

His constant cheerfulness and attempts to talk to you ticked you off to no end.

You watched with a sigh as he shut his door, sliding off his shirt. Well damn! you thought with a chuckle. Peter may annoy you to the ends of the earth, but this was the one perk of living directly across from him.

Abs were beautifully chiseled into his chest, the dim lighting of his desk lamp showcasing his back muscles as he turned around. You spotted the new Star-Wars posters he had pinned to his wall and it made you grin, because of course he would like that.

He probably had a full lego Deathstar built in his room as well. The thought made you giggle, and you picked at the black nail polish that adored your ring-littered fingers.

Suddenly, he turned around, eyes widening as he spotted your frame perched across from him. You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow as he pulled out his phone, texting at an alarming rate. The phone in your back pocket buzzed, and you pulled it out with your free hand.

Parker: you plan on bringing me one of those tomorrow?

You: sorry parker, i only hand out freebies to people i can actually stand

Parker: meanie. i’ll snag one from you, one way or another :)

You rolled your eyes pinching the joint between clenched teeth as you texted back.

You: we’ll see parker.

You clicked out of the conversation, scrolling down for any new notifications. It was almost sad, the number of contacts you had. It contained your relatives and well, Peter.

The only reason you had his number on your phone was that you had a project with him earlier on in the semester, and he insisted you keep in, just in case- whatever that meant.

There was no need for friends, that moto being something you had lived by for a long, long time. It was better that way. Fewer people to worry about, fewer people to disappoint.

The people at your school drove you up the walls, so the empty music room and a guitar were your only real friends. And your cat, Luna.

Speak of the devil, the little black ball of fur was peering at you from the windowsill, eyes wide and yellow. You smiled at her, finishing off the blunt quickly. Staring at Peter's room once more, you saw him bent over a textbook, hands running through his hair as he stressed.

You: get some sleep parker. history shouldn't be your cause of death.

You cracked the window back open with difficulty, the drugs making your body feel light and woozy as you shooed Luna out of the way, scrabbling inside.

Your phone buzzed once more. You ignored it.

Trudging over to your bathroom, you took out your piercings, and attempted to scrub the staining eyeliner on your near shut, red eyes. Luna hopped up on the bathroom counter, purring and rubbing against you as you scrubbed and scrubbed.

And scrubbed some more.

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November was your favorite month. The cold and bitter weather, the slush and ice. You loved it, mainly because everyone else hated it. As you leaned against the cool brick of the school, kicking slush, you felt a presence near. “

What are you doing out here? It's freezing.” Oh great. Happy go lucky makes his return again. “I wanted some alone time.” you grumbled, staring at him with a scowl. “ Are you even around people? Aren't you always alone?”

Fair enough.

You shrugged, staring down at the ice-coated pavement. “Are you free at lunch?” he asked curiously, attempting to meet your eyes. “No. Busy.” you said shortly, trying to end this conversation. But you knew he wouldn't give up. That was just the way Peter was.

“I don't think wallowing alone in pity in the music room for an hour counts as being busy Sabrina.”

“If you make one more reference of Sabrina the Teenage Witch in front of me I will gouge your eyes out with this choker. It has spikes for a reason.” He chuckled, brushing a hand tenderly across your cheek. You shivered at the contact, leaning in slightly to his touch.

Keyword, slightly.

“There's the nosy neighbour I’ve known to love. Come over after school then.” You scowled even deeper, a pout etched on your face as his smile grew. Pissing you off seemed to be his favourite pastime, and it annoyed you beyond belief. “What's in it for me?” you asked with a sigh, clutching your coat tighter around your shivering body.

“An endless amount of the Peter Parker aura.” he grinned, his dimples appearing as the bell rang.

Damn him and his dimples.

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Geography was so painful you wanted to jump through the too bright map that was plastered in the front of the room, the ugly fluorescents making it appear sickening. The clock ticked ever so slowly as the teacher spun the globe around, and you watched it mindlessly.

Peter, it seemed, was only looking at you.

You caught his loving gaze from the corner of your eye, him tossing you a boyish grin filled with innocence as you stared at him from across the room. Your boot tapped frantically against the cool tile floor, twiddling your pen between your fingers when he texted you.

Parker: i didnt say this earlier, but your new nose piercing looks really nice :)

You: don't feel the need to woe me over parker. it's not the only thing i got pierced.

You watched his reaction to that with a grin, stifling a giggle as his cheeks turned red, his eyes going wide as saucers. He got flushed so easily, it was a little victory for you every time you could get him heated from a single text alone.

Making life harder for him was the highlight of your day.

No pun intended.

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FOUR MONTHS LATER

A rock vinyl was playing faintly from your player in the corner of the room as you and your boyfriend Peter sprawled out on your bedroom floor. Your fairy lights glowed softly from your walls, making his eyes sparkle.

You giggled as Luna jumped down to join the two of you, finding her way next to Peter, purring loudly near his presence. “ Stay still Parker!” you shrieked as he moved his hand yet again, making it more and more difficult to coat his nails in black paint. He clucked his tongue at you, rolling his eyes.

“You’re so picky doll face. You never stay still when I’m tasting you.” he winked, causing heat to rise to your cheeks. “Stopppp.” you whined, applying the last coat upon his fingernail.

“Awh is someone shy? I’m just telling the truth doll.” he mocked, a wicked grin plastered across his face. “The truth wounds me.” you giggled, smacking him playfully as you stood up to place the polish back in your nightstand.

You felt his eyes on you the whole time, and you adored it. Peter looked at you as if you were a fine piece of art at a gallery, always making you feel like the most beautiful girl in Queens.

You hated attention, doing anything you could to avoid it- but from him? You craved it.

As you turned around to face him once more, his gaze was hungry as he looked you over, and he appeared as if he were a predator ready to pounce. It made your core tingly, wetness coating your thong. You squeezed your thighs tightly together as a piece of his dark brown hair fell in front of his face, his smile widening at the action.

“C’mere.” he beckoned with a polished finger, his voice as sweet as sugar as you neared. “ You’re such a good girl. You listen so well.” he praised, smiling as you straddled his waist. You giggled in delight at the attention, blush rising to your cheeks at his cooing.

Peter made you so soft you could hardly stand it. Yes, the cool, hard, outer shell was still there, still intact. But when Peter was around… well it crumbled a little bit.

He had found out about your need for praise and validation at the very beginning of the relationship, when you had answered a homework question perfectly in his bedroom.

Good girl.

Peter never forgot the look on your face as he uttered those words, watching it twist and distort into a small smile. That same smile was on your face now, and you gasped as his hands slid to cup your sides, stroking them gently.

“Up.” he whispered, and you knew exactly what that word meant. Lifting your arms above your head, he slid the thin material off, throwing it to the side.

Peter adored your breasts, how pretty and perky they were, how they fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. Like they were made for him.

And only for him.

The little silver studs that adored your hardened nipples made the confinement of his pants unbearable, and you felt the strain on your clothed core. “I will never get tired of these. Never ever,” he groaned, reaching down to swirl his tongue around the metal.

“Oh gods-” you cried, arching your back into his touch as he sucked and tugged your nipple harshly. “Such pretty tits baby.” he cooed, kissing them tenderly as you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging on it harshly as he sucked again.

Your hips began to rock on their own accord. The friction between your soaking cunt and the fabric of his jeans had you mewling like a kitten as you dragged your soaked pussy back and forth on him.

A growl escaped his lips against your breast, making you let out a pornographic moan as his hands met your hips, guiding you. Peter let his mouth go with a pop, a trickle of saliva attached from your tit to his lips. “Look at you..” he mumbled, watching you in your drunken state as you stared at him with lust-blown eyes.

“Love when you touch me like this Peter, so s’good.” you whimpered, emitting a loud cry as he began to bite along your neck. “Yeah you like when I play with you like this?” he growled, watching the way your eyes rolled back as you rocked faster against his very evident bulge.

“More than anything…” you hissed, gripping his hair tightly. “ S’pretty like this honey, you're such a good girl. You’d do anything I’d tell you, wouldn't you baby girl?”

“Yes!” you answered meekly, skin becoming hotter and hotter with each roll of your hips. Your juices were coating his pants, a massive wet patch had formed over his crotch where you had been using him.

“Peter gonna cum-” You were cut off with his sudden change of pace, his hands making you bounce up and down softly on him. “Cum for me doll face it's okay just let go okay? I’m right here baby I’m right here- oh fucking christ.”

You came with a scream of his name, your legs shaking as you gripped him tighter. Your cum trickled out of you, and you whimpered at the feeling of the denim on your over-sensitive clit.

“Such a good girl, my good little girl.” he whispered, peppering you with kisses as you came down from your high. “Don't deserve you.” you blushed, looking away quickly in embarrassment at the mess you made on his pants. His hand reached up to tug your chin, making you meet his gaze once more.

“You deserve everything baby. Are you embarrassed about the mess you made, silly girl? Is that why you're saying such silly things?” You nodded quickly in embarrassment as he gave you a look of pity, knowing it urged you on even more.

“Well the good thing is, you're going to be cleaning it up dollface.”

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[short-skirt-longjackett]

Fields of Flowers

-Thaddius x gn!reader

-warnings: nsfw, afab!reader, shot gunning, public sex, protective sex, oral (both recieving), sundress with no panties (<3), risky sex

The breeze cool breeze washed over your skin and as Thaddius’s cigarette smoke blew in your face. Though you hated the smell, you always thought he looked so hot when he smoked, even if it is bad for him.

Thaddius told you to pick an idea for a date and you... chose sitting in a field of flowers..? But he didn’t care, he loved seeing you dressed up, specially in your yellow sundress that shows everything off.

You laid back on the blanket you brought for you two to lay on, you ask “Thaddius...can I ask you a question?” he turned his head towards you and nodded.

“Can I try your cigarette?” you wondered, looking at him. “You sure? I thought you hated cigarette smoke?” he asked, smiling a bit at your curiosity. “I know I did but..Never hurts to try right?”

He agreed, you sat you close to him, “Instead of you hitting it directly, I’m going to take a puff, when I exhale you’re going to inhale.” he instructed, placing the lit tobacco stick in his mouth.

Thaddius held your face, both of your eyes closing when he blew the smoke in your mouth. You breathed in the smoke, stomach feeling light of how close he is. Though you guys have been dating for awhile, he still gives you butterflies in your stomach. Maybe causes he’s a “bad boy” but he was also gentle with you.

You took in the smoke, but Thaddius closed in the gap between you both. He kissed you as you were going to break, he always did. You leaned into the kiss, brushing some of the hair from his face. There was nothing to disrupt you two, just the sound of the wind blowing past and the sounds of you kissing filled the air around you.

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you moved into lap. Thaddius ditched the cigarette in the ash tray you brought for him, hands moving to your hips. You craved alone time with him, the two of you rarely got alone time like this. Plus, you wanted to surprise him.

He pulled away, “Can I..?” he look at your chest then back up at you, “Yes..please..please touch me...” you whispered as his hands squeezed your chest, groaning at the feeling of your breasts in his hands.

“You’re so beautiful..” he groaned, licking the skin of your neck. You bit your bottom lip, “Thaddius...” you moaned, starting to rocking your hips against his lap. You can tell he like it since he squeezed hard again.

One hand travels down your stomach, to lift up your dress. He pulled away to see what panties you were wearing, he always did, specially your white cotton ones, something so pure about them.

He moved the yellow fabric up up to be surprised to see no underwear, and he loved it. “So...no panties huh? You little freak...” he smiled. “Yeah...I wanted to surprise you since you know...We don’t get much alone time together so I wanted to do something for you..”

Thaddius leaned you back on, laying you on the blanket you both sit on top of. He spread you legs apart, “This was very nice surprise baby...Thank you..” he whispered at the end, going down to kiss your inner thighs. 

“You’re perfect Y/n…” Thaddius mumbled before kissing your clit, swirling his tongue your sensitive bud. You breathed hard, hands gripping his hair. He knew this meant he was doing a good job without you verbal saying it.

Another cool breeze washes over you two, adding another sensation to your body. You couldn’t help but have your free hand grope yourself through your dress.

“Mmm…Thaddius, can I please suck you off..? Please..?” you moaned, plead in your voice. Thaddius pulled away, sat up. and started to unbutton his pants. You crawled towards him, pulling down his pants and boxers to see his erection. You wrap your hand around the base, taking the tip in your mouth.

He leaned his head back, letting out a low groan. You smiled as he stroked the temples of your head as your took him in fully, gagging a bit. He kept your head there for a few seconds before pulling you up. Seeing you gasp for air, tears forming in your eyes, seeing his cock coated in your saliva was heavenly.

You went back to sucking, using your hand to stoke whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth. “You’re doing so well…” he whispered, hips thrusting, shoving his cock deeper into your mouth.

“Stop… I want to be inside you..” he said, stopping your head from moving. You pulled away, kissing him quickly before saying, “Look in the basket I brought…” smiling at him.

Thaddius grabbed the basket and open the top flap. He saw drinks, his cigarette box and a condom. He grabbed the small black package and smiled, “You had this all thought out huh?” he asked, and you nodded.

As he rolled the condom on, he laid you on the blanket. The sun shined upon you, “You look so beautiful…gonna fuck you so good..” he mumbled. You smiled as he lined himself up.

You gasped lightly as he pushed in, closing your eyes and gripping the blanket beneath you. He wasn’t really thick, but just enough, he was also big in length.

His mouth opened, lightly moans coming out. He started to move slowly, watching your reactions. Your closed your eyes opened to the sight of Thaddius thrusting in you, the sun giving him a beautiful glow.

He leaned down to kiss you, you two moaning into each other’s mouths, wrapping your legs around his waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck, “I-I love you…Ah fuck I love you…” you moaned, Thaddius picking up his speed, mumbling a small ‘i love you’.

The sound of skin slapping and moans filled the air, an upcoming gust of wind blending in with your sounds. He pulled down the top of your dress, letting your breast free of the yellow fabric.

He leaned down, his mouth latching to your nipple as the same hand went down and rubbed your clit. It all felt too much, a familiar feeling in your tummy came, wanting to release. “T-Thaddius..! I’m gonna cum..!” you whined

He didn’t react much, he just thrusted harder. You pulled his face from your breast to kiss him, cumming on his dick. His moments slightly halted, feeling you tighten around him. Thaddius’s movements got sloppier and harder, “Gonna cum..” he mumbled.

A few hard thrusts and he stopped, cuming inside the condom. He breathed heavy, his soft moans becoming shaky. A gust a wind passed by, cooling you down.

Thaddius looked at you, face blushed, chest out in the open, and the sun shining on your face. You were the most beautiful thing in that field of flowers.

[dangercocktail]

Late Night Television

Tossing and turning for the better part of the night, Isaac glanced at his phone with the dryness of an insomniac’s eyes. Somewhere after 3 am and he was failing miserably to fall asleep. Sighing in annoyance mostly at himself for not taking edibles or something stronger before bed, he roused himself and threw a pair of basketball shorts over his underwear. Isaac wandered out of his bedroom to the rest of the house. 

Stopping briefly to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, Isaac scratched his relatively flat stomach as he made his way to the couch, scrolling through images on his phone. Flipping on the TV, he began highlighting his favorite streaming service when the screen distorted and the input changed. The television had switched to basic cable channels.

“These still exist?” Isaac thought as he took a sip of water. The flashing lights of the television illuminated the room in brightness that almost hurt Isaac’s eyes. On screen, a workout video demonstration was in progress as an extremely fit man insisted viewers call as soon as possible to order the program. 

“No thanks,” Isaac said out loud, pressing the input button on his remote. The flashing lights disappeared and the cool black of streaming channel icons returned. Guiding the remote’s button through them, he began to select one when the screen distorted again. The fitness instructor was back and the volume on his TV began climbing up on its own.

“You there at home!” the man bellowed. “You’re thinking to yourself, how did I get like this?”

Isaac looked at the remote in growing frustration and muttered, “No, I’m thinking what the fuck is wrong with my TV?”

“Well I’ll tell you, it’s because you’re always on that couch,” the television fitness instructor said. “Lazy, feet up, never going for the goals you know you should be!”

As the man said ‘feet up’, the recliner in Isaac’s couch sprang open, leaning Isaac back into the couch and suspending his feet in the air with such speed that it made him audibly gasp.

“The fuck?” Isaac uttered, slightly unnerved. He chalked most of the weirdness he was feeling to being exhausted. As he started to lean forward to push the leg rest down, he heard the man on screen continue.

“And that’s why you’re soft, you’re practically glued to that couch. You lack the discipline that my program can provide. Sure, sure, it started with a few pounds, some extra cookies here, another slice of pizza there, and you started getting soft in the stomach,”’ the man said as other fitness models behind him began doing pushups. Isaac stopped attempting to close the foot rest and immediately leaned back into the couch. It physically felt impossible to not do so. As he sank into the cushions under protest, his stomach began slowly swelling, starting with his lower belly pushing out then wrapping around his belly button like a doughnut. In the span of about ten seconds, he had gained fifteen pounds of belly fat. 

“What the hell?!” Isaac panicked, grabbing at the small ball of fat in his lap. The man on the screen continued.

“But it didn’t stop there, did it? Bad habits breed more bad habits, they’re like rabbits that way,” the man said, his onscreen fitness models moving into sit ups. “Those extra cookies and slices of pizza turn into daily routines; you found yourself seeking out the worst kinds of food that turned that initial fifteen pounds into fifty.”

While Isaac still marveled in shock at the small belly doughnut of fat in his hands, it began swelling through his fingers. The doughnut blossomed and spread around his sides as it moved like a bag filling with pudding. Love handles wobbled into existence and began inflating as the fat moved up his ribcage laying a foundation of frosting-like fat across his torso. It reached his chest where his nipples, tingling with the movement, widened slightly and became puffy. His chest itself developed a slight pudgy layer but then the growth stopped. 

“How is this happening…” Isaac murmured in mounting disbelief, looking down at his larger body. His legs and arms were slightly thicker and his belly now rested like an overinflated basketball in his lap. He grabbed his belly and shook it, the jiggle and wobble of it shaking his love handles and sending slight vibrations through his chest. He tried scooting forward with force to escape the couch but couldn’t get the momentum, his tubby belly making it harder than before to lean forward.

“And ladies and gentlemen, I know it didn’t stop there for you. It’s all too common. Once you’ve gotten a little weight on, you feel like the game is over. That you’ve lost. And that’s when you really binge, because why not? That’s when you become one of those sad people at the buffet, plate after plate after plate, because you’ve given up completely…”

“No…” Isaac uttered as he heard his stomach gurgle again. With a strain and then tear, he felt his ass inflate rapidly, ripping through his underwear and then his oversized basketball shorts. Isaac felt his body rise on the couch several inches as his butt grew, expanding beyond the expanse of the one cushion he was on and starting to lap onto either side, one cheek wedging up against the armrest. As he felt the growth of his behind begin to slow, the mammoth momentum picked up in other areas. 

Isaac’s belly began inflating again, his lower belly stretching and swelling as it began overlapping his crotch, deepening his belly button as it rounded further from Isaac’s view. As his midsection grew to the size of a bean bag chair, Isaac’s chest also began inflating, his nipples puffing up further and widening in a circular motion as his chest jiggled into their own bags of teardrop shaped pudding, rising in the air atop his belly and wrapping around under his armpits. Isaac frantically grabbed at all parts of his body in some vain attempt to hold the fat back but everything was growing unrestrained. As he grabbed and prodded, his own fingers swelled up, the knuckles and individual portions of his fingers disappearing into swollen hot dog like appendages. With a final glance before his belly swelled too big, he saw his feet begin taking on a bee stung appearance as they filled with fat as well.

As all the rest of his body settled into its now obese proportions, Isaac felt a heaviness enter his neck. 

“No no no…” he exclaimed, putting two fat hands on either side of his face. Isaac’s cheeks inflated with fat, merging with a roll that had already started on his neck. As he moved his hands all over his face, he could feel his jawline slowly disappearing as it officially merged with his still rounding neck roll.

The man on the TV continued.

“Now I don’t want to alarm anyone right now. But I seriously believe that if you don’t call this number right now and start this program, there’s no telling what your future may hold. You might end up one of these people so lazy and big they can’t get off their couch, a huge caricature of the potential they once had, a literal ball of fat,” the man said as Isaac looked on in horror. The man seemed to be staring directly at him through the TV screen.

Isaac scrambled to grab his cell phone and call the number. Casting about wildly with his eyes for his phone, he saw the edge of it wedged between his thigh and belly, almost completely obscured. With a heavy huff and a push of effort, Isaac leaned forward to grab it.

His hand fell over a foot short. Issac couldn’t reach the edge of his now massive belly nor touch his own belly button, much less the phone resting on his thigh. And that was when what the man had said fully sunk in. With another gurgling in his stomach, Isaac’s eyes went wide as his body began expanding again, the couch creaking under his massive form as he felt himself expanding in all directions, the fat of his neck melding into his shoulders as he began to grow into a human sphere. His thoughts turned quickly though, as his brain underwent its own change as his body inflated. The horror of his bodily change slowly drained from his mind as a new thought began to take over...‘I’m hungry.”

“So act fast folks, this offer won’t last….”. 

With that final statement, the TV clicked off.

[strawbxrryneptune]

Kinktober day one: Knife play

Cw: slight knife play, exhibitionism, fingering, slight penetration, dirty talk

Word count: 1,210

Watching Scream was a tradition with your roommate, but when his nest friend is involved, it's a bit more....interesting

Movie script is in italics!! Enjoy <3

♡♡

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

You smile at the line, having heard it countless times.

“I don’t know.”

“You have to have a favorite.”

Your gaze tears away from the television for a second to watch your roommate’s friend, Bakugou, emerge from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn.

“Scream, really? This shit is old as fuck.”

You roll your eyes, grabbing the bowl out of his hands once he gets close enough and turning back to the screen.

“So, you gotta boyfriend?”

“Why, you wanna ask me out?”

You giggle with Casey as she twirls her hair, sneaking a glance to the blonde next to you who's on his phone.

You wish he wasn't such a killjoy. You would love to be curled up in his strong, meaty arms right now, enjoying the classics of Halloween.

“Somethin’ on my face, Doll?”

You gasp, turning back towards the movie and flushing when you hear his huff of laughter.

“Why do you wanna know my name?”

“Because I wanna know who I'm looking at.”

The doorbell rings suddenly, and you almost piss yourself at the timing. Reaching over to pause the movie, you get up and plop the half empty bowl of popcorn back into Bakugou’s hands and move towards the door, ignoring his grumbles of how annoying you are.

Opening the door, you shiver from the chill outside, before feeling your heart warm at the cute sight of your roommate, Kirishima, standing in front of you with two huge domino bags.

“Hey, y/n, ya miss me?”

You laugh, grabbing the bags.

“Nah, just the food.”

Smiling at his fake pout, you make your way back to the sofa and plop down next to Bakugou, who’s dozing off. You reach over to slap his chest and he catches your hand right before impact, cracking a dark eye open and staring you down, causing heat to erupt in your lower tummy.

“Oh, sorry, I….”

He holds your gaze, lips curled up slightly in a half snarl. His hands are big, alarmingly so, and warm. The softness of them soothes you, and you find yourself leaning slightly forward, watching his eyes dilate and darken, plush lips parting and letting out a sharp exhale, before he retracts his hand from your wrist, turning his head to the side in an attempt to hide the flush creeping up his neck.

You stumble back, flopping onto your side of the couch in a daze, unaware of Kirishima watching you from the kitchen island, a knowing look on his face as he preps the plates and gets drinks.

20 minutes pass, pizza devoured and soda sloshing happily in your belly. You’re resting with your head laid on the back of the couch, lazily watching the movie. Kirishima’s invested , sitting on the floor in front of you wrapped in a Fatgum blanket. You watch Ghostface appear on the screen and, before you can stop it, your thoughts fly out of your mouth.

“Is it just me, or is Ghostface fine as fuck?"

Kirishima laughs, turning his head to look at you.

“You mean Billy?”

You shake your head, sitting up all the way.

"Stu?"

“No no no, Ghostface. The voice, the body, the way you can't tell who's under, it's just really hot.”

Kirishima roars in laughter, turning back around to continue the movie as his eyes tear up.

“So yer telling me yer attracted to fuckin masked killers.”

Bakugou stares at you, earning himself a glare from you.

“Obviously if he wanted to kill me I wouldn't be turned on-”

“Oh, so if i took this,”

You turn your head as Bakugou grabs the knife you were gonna use for the brownies from the coffee table.

“And did this,”

He reaches for you and before you can register what's happening he has his arm wrapped around your chest, knife held to your throat.

“You wouldn’t wet yer fuckin’ panties?”

You let out a shaky exhale, trying not to go dumb as you start to heat up, clit throbbing under your panties as he gently traces the cool metal down your throat.

“You-you wanna kill me?”

He chuckles, leaning down to lick up the shell of your ear.

“Not the answer I was lookin’ for, Pretty.”

He slides his hand down your belly, thick fingers toying with the waistband of your shorts. You whine softly, moving your hips in a circle to get his fingers moving, bumping against his bulge in the process. He makes a punched noise before moaning directly into your ear, hips rolling up.

You sigh and tilt your head back, slowly rocking your hips back against him and pressing soft, tickling kisses to his flushed neck. He’s panting, letting out breathy “hah’s” with every push of your ass against his crotch. He withdraws his hand from your underwear, only to grab your own hand and push it down with his, sliding yours and his finger inside of you. You have to bite your lip hard to keep a moan from ripping itself from your throat, placing your mouth back on his sweaty skin once he begins curling his fingers inside of you.

He brings the knife back up, trailing it along your lower tummy, up your chest, along your throat and stopping just under your jaw, pushing down ever so slightly and making your head spin, eyes rolling back as you jerk your hips to try and get him to put another finger.

"Mmh, you like that, slut? Want me to slit your fucking throat?"

You answer with a garbled moan, fingers twitching when he finally sinks two more of his fingers inside you along with two of yours, the stretch making you whine. Immediately he stops, and you almost whine again when you remember Kirishima sitting inches away from you, the back of his head right in front of your dripping cunt.

"Shit, you wanna get caught or sumthin'? I dunno about you but I'm not too keen on sharing what's fuckin mine."

You shake your head, sinking your teeth into his shoulder and continuing to rock your hips against his hand, eyes knocked into the back of your head as he takes his fingers out to rub slow, lazy circles on your clit. He shuffles a little under you, the knife disappearing before you feel his thick, sticky cockhead glide over your slit, popping in ever so slightly. You shake your head violently, trying to get Bakugou to stop.

“Bakugou, nnngf, it’s too much, m’gonna cum-”

He shuts you up with a sloppy kiss, saliva dribbling down your lips as he finally gets his tip inside, pushing in slightly farther before you're convulsing, squeezing him so good. The both of you cum just like that, tangled together on the couch behind Kirishima as the last 5 minutes of the movie plays in front of you. 

When you come down, the credits start to roll, and you both look at each other in horror. When you hear soft breathing and snoring, however, you loosen up and relax. He was sleeping.

“Lets clean ourselves up-”

“Hah? I didnt get to properly fuck you, idiot. The knife wasn't even real, that shit’s for butter. Sit your pretty ass down and grind on my fuckin’ cock.”

[wandsandwheezes]

Jealousy | G.W

Warnings // 2.6k // 18+ SMUT,   jealousy, sex, gagging, exhibitionism, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, overstimulation, use of pet names, bratty behaviour, dom/sub vibes, aftercare.

A/N // Hi the first smut of the year and it encompasses everythingI want from george weasley <3

The thing that made George Weasley tick the most was people eyeing up his girl. It got him riled up beyond belief, but the ever proud man he is, he would never admit to getting jealous over it. He'd simply let the jealousy get bottled up until it burst. For the most part you ignored the male attention you got, choosing to pretend that you simply didn’t see the lingering stares while nevertheless enjoying the way your boyfriend’s grip tightened around your waist or how he’d stalk over and pull you into an electrifying kiss. His actions quickly told you exactly how he felt about other men’s eyes drinking you in, you were his to devour and his only, so to say that you didn't play into that only the slightest bit is a lie. 

You didn’t mind lending a hand in the shop on the weekend, especially when it meant being able to spend more time ogling your lover and the way his muscles tensed as he picked up boxes, how his smile would flash as his inner child came out with all the demos, how easy it was to sneak a kiss in his office and most notably how lovely it was to share lingering glances across the shop as you worked on the tills. George liked having you around because every part of him wanted you close to him, that was why it twisted the knife that little bit more when he saw you lean over the counter just a small amount, giving the man you were serving a view of your perfect chest that his eyes had been locked onto. 

The action alone had him clenching his fists together, the vein in his neck popping out as he felt that bubbling jealousy reaching its capacity. Part of him had forgotten that he was holding onto some of the products he had been adjusting on the shelves, counting himself lucky that he hadn’t broken the glass bottles in his hand. He was next to you as soon as you were waving the customer goodbye, mumbling under his breath as he signed you off the till, inputting his own till code to deal with an admin task. “What the fuck was that all about, doll?”

“Sue me for me wanting to make a sale, baby” You smiled, resting your head against his bicep as you waited for him to finish up with his task, dainty hand snaking around his back to hook your fingertips gently through his belt loops. He was finding himself in heaven just by being able to breathe in your perfume.

“Those goods aren’t for sale.” He laughed, a smile hiding the sheer amount of boiling jealousy that was stirring inside of him, he raised his eyebrows and made sure to get a good look of what you had on show, wanting nothing more than to rip open your shirt, so he could see the bare tits that he loved in full view of the afternoon rush. 

“Funny one George” you smirked, hand dropping from being slinked around his hips, a hand that he quickly catches, pulling you so that your chest is pressed directly against his, causing a small gasp to fall from your lips at the impact, looking down at you with a sickly sweet smile before pressing a warm kiss to your cheek, a direct contrast to the callous words whispered low enough for only you to hear.  “I’m fucking serious, you’re mine.”

You knew that if he had said those words in the comfort of your own home his voice would have been several octaves deeper than his usual conversation’s tone, cut thick full of seduction as he tugged your shirt off of you, but here he had to keep himself restrained, on the low. He would bend you over the counter right now if it weren’t for the shop full of people; it wasn’t unfamiliar territory to be bent over something as George had his way. Lucky for you though, today you could be as bratty as you wanted, he would have to keep himself under wraps until you were alone. 

George had sulked off in his office, causing you to follow the man you were intent on annoying all around the shop like the needy girl that you were until he gave in, trapping you between his body and a shelf of potions, careful not to push to hard in fear of drawing attention to himself. You opened your mouth to protest, only to be met with his pointer finger to your lips. 

"Is this what you want, to be my little whore begging for me with her eyes?" he tutted as his lips pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck just below your ear, sucking a mark that would be visible to everyone causing a tiny little desperate moan to fall from your lips. 

"You like having eyes on you though don't you? In your short little skirt and a pathetic excuse for a shirt… you're just daring me to bend you over something." He mumbled against your ear as his hand was on your breast, thumb and forefinger toying with the hardened nipple through the material of your shirt and bra. 

"Baby, I don't know what you're talking abou-" You bat your lashes at your boyfriend, trying your best to act coyly at the situation, ignoring the feeling that his large hands on your chest was giving you. Trying to look away, the fear of being caught in a compromising position with George all too much to bear. 

“No talking back, brat.” His hand quickly moved, now on your jaw as he forced you to look at him before crashing his lips down on yours in a fevered kiss. Hs leg had slipped between yours, knee nudging your thighs apart before giving you something to grind down on. It was one of his favourite sights, watching you desperately rut against his thigh as you got yourself off for him. 

“George what if someone-” You moaned breathlessly as his hands guided the slow and teasing pace you were allowed to move your hips, It felt so good you were trying not to moan the whole shop down. 

“I already said no talking back.” He growled at you, feeling the cool sensation of his rings as his hand pressed against your throat, he wasn't choking you yet, only giving your windpipe a simple squeeze as a warning sign that he was on the edge of his tether. 

Fred had yelled his brother's name, as he reached the top step, searching for George around the top balcony floor. The action made your boyfriend look away frustrated as he bit the inside of his cheek. Grumbling a low, 'upstairs, now' before storming away from you, leaving you breathless. 

You did as he said, waiting for him excitedly for the first 15 minutes, after 40 minutes had ticked by you grew frustrated with him, after another 15 you were ready to start teasing him again, standing bent over the kitchen counter as you text him. 

<< Leaving me all desperate are you, Georgie? x

<< My fingers can't even do yours justice x

<< Bet that guy from earlier would have taken care of me x

>> Don't push your luck, kitten x

Your last text to him was enough to make him leave the stupid task that Fred had left him to do, practically storming up the stairs as he fumbled with his keys to unlock the front door. You hadn't even realised that George was behind you until your phone was snatched from your hands, his strong grip holding you firmly against the counter, his fingers lacing through your hair, taking a handful to grab at. 

"You are such a fucking Brat, I can't even do nice things for you without the attitude." You moaned as he gave a rough tug at your hair, his hips bucking into yours in an attempt to relive some of the tension in his own trousers but to no avail, he only grew harder at your babbling moans and begs for him. 

"You're begging now but you've been such a bad girl, I don't think I should really touch you at all, I may just have to use your mouth instead." You nodded, not even sure what you were agreeing too, too blinkered by wanting to have him please you that you'd do anything. He knew your limits, you knew your safe word so you knew you were safe.

He had tried to restrain himself but before you knew it you had been thrown over his shoulder, hand giving your ass a playful slap as he walked you towards the bedroom, the sound of your giggles a pure symphony to his ears as they rang about the flat. 

There was no dignity in the way he had thrown you on the bed, ripped open your shirt and hitched up your skirt over your hips. Not even caring to take off your underwear, only slipping it to the side to have his fingers buried deep inside you, at first he was slow and teasing as he stretched you out with his fingers alone hut as you began to clench around him, he picked up the pace, bringing you all the way to the very edge of your release before pulling his hand away, sucking your juices off his fingers with a chuckle. 

“You think you were clever did you? Bad girls don’t get to cum, not until I say so." He hummed, tapping at your clit with his wet fingers before he leans down so that his head is between your thighs, blowing cool air over your exposed heat, causing a shiver to run up your spine. 

"On your knees." His voice was thick, cut sharp and letting you know that he wasn't messing around, he waited for you to be on your knees in front of him, letting you deal with unbuckling his belt to pull him free. His hands were already holding back your hair, helping guide his length down your throat as soon as it was past your lips. The sound of you gagging as he hit the back of you made his cock twitch, a single tear running down your cheek as you hummed against him, a tear that he wiped away with his thumb, smiling down lovingly at you. 

"Just one tear for me, Princess? I want your makeup ruined, I know you do too." You nodded at his words, taking him further down your throat until the tears started to spill. You loved it, the way he would use your mouth, it wouldn't take him long till he took control of fucking your throat. His hand pulled your mouth from his cock, spitting in his hand to wrap around his length, mixing your saliva together before he was thrust back into your mouth, setting a relentless pace, hearing your gags as he hit the back of your throat. 

"Look at those pretty tears, baby… I'm in two minds to have you cum over and over for me just to keep those tears spilling." His thumb ran over your lip, pulling you up by your jaw so that he could kiss you, the kiss was soft, almost checking in to see you were okay and still with him. 

He had you lying on the bed as he rid himself of his clothes, first the tie, which was shoved into your mouth. This was a sight he would never get over, an innocent look plastered in your eyes as he lined himself up, sinking deep inside you quickly. You fit like a glove with him, stretching out perfectly to accommodate every single inch he had to give you and it felt magnificent. He was still but his thumb circled your clit in such a perfect way that he had you coming undone in minutes, that was number one.

Number two was given to you in slow purposeful thrusts as he moaned out for you, not caring who could hear his guttural grunts. All you could do was hum back as a response, wanting to moan for him and only him. The third time he had you releasing so quickly just from his rough pace, he'd pulled his tie from your mouth to kiss you, swallowing every single moan like his life was dependent on it. 

"Godric I love your tight cunt. I stretch you out so good, don't I princess? Show me, where you feel me, doll." The fourth had you shaking, he was fucking you so deeply, pulling out completely and sinking back in to the hilt. Your hand grabbed his shakily, pressing it hard against your abdomen, he could literally feel the tip of his cock hitting his hand and he chucked, hooking your legs over his shoulders. 

"That's pretty deep, baby, I bet I could fuck you deeper." His words and the feeling of his whole length fucking through you had you over the moon. You weren't sure if you were begging him for more or to stop, it was pain and pleasure mixed together like the perfect shot of ecstasy. The tears were falling down your cheeks like you'd been caught in the rain, but George thought you looked stunning. 

"Think you could handle another, brat? Let me lick your cunt nice and clean." Your body told you to stop but your mouth was begging for it, craving a new release by his skilled mouth. You didn't want to deprive yourself of his perfect tongue. Each lick and suck had you screaming for him, your sensitive and used cunt close to release again and this time it was heaven, your thighs quaking as it released over you. You were well and truly overstimulated. 

"Good Girl, such a good baby. I'm so proud of you for taking all five, doll." He praised, pressing kisses all over your makeup-ruined cheeks while his hands rubbed gently over your sides. He made sure to get you nice and cleaned up, changing you into his warmest hoodie and some pyjama bottoms, scraping your hair up into a bun and pulling on some fluffy socks. 

He changed into his own pyjama bottoms, staying shirtless before picking you up, your legs wrapped around his torso as he walked to the kitchen, laying you down on the sofa, leaving you to come down from from your state of bliss as he made light work of cooking your dinner. He truly was the perfect boyfriend. 

"Georgie?" you called out to him, seeing him turn around, immediately dropping what he was cutting up to tend to you. 

"Hi princess, welcome back… how're you feeling." He smiled, thumb running over your cheek as he cupped your jaw. 

"I love you, George, You're amazing." You hummed, pulling him in for a delicate kiss

"I love you more, baby girl… I wasn't too rough?" He asked, forehead pressed against yours, to which you shook your head tracing light circles on his chest. 

"Good girl, I hope you're hungry… I'm making your favourite." You smiled, letting him hoist you up, taking you over to sit on the counter as you watched him. 

You smiled dumbfounded by his sweetness, thinking to yourself, 'I'm gonna marry this man.' because George was everything, real true husband material. 

[bunnybunbun0]

hi<3

Harry james potter request where he just win a Quidditch game and his girlfriend (reader) promised him a reward.

smut prompt #26. "wait to see what i'm wearing under it" & #30. "well, i think you're being a bad girl, don't you think you deserve a punishment?" also #27. "just one more, for me."

Reminder: it is completely fine if you don't want to do it so no pressure! It's your account, and it's your choise so I understand :)

- Stay happy, love!

Prize| harry James potter

Summary: that was always something about the cocky grin on Harry's face after he has won a match that made you all hot and bothered,this time,you decieded to take matters into your own hands.

Pairing:harry James potter X fem! reader

Warnings:smut, fingering,oral(f receiving), overstimulation, penetrative sex, degradation,Dom! Harry,hints of subspace.

Prompts: smut prompt list

#25 "wait to see what I'm wearing under it"

#30 "well,I think you are being a bad girl,don't you think you deserve a punishment?"

#27 "just one more,for me"

A/n:first of all hello,and thank you so much for your request! Second of all, sorry it took so long to respond I was out of town visiting my godmother and the internet connection there is awful,but I'm finally back home,and posting again!

That was very cool to write, harry owns me on a silver platter,it was also my first time writing overstimulation stuff so I hope it doesn't sucks.

Hope you enjoy it <3

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The match had came to an end after what felt like forever, griffindor had won, and that meant youd have to deal with an extra cocky harry.

You weren't such a quidditch enthusiastic, but you loved harry and wanted to show it to him,so you always came to watch and cheer extra loudly for him.

As usual, there was a party planned on the common room to celebrate the victory and hard work of the team by being showered with firewhiskey and a lot of music.

Now what you had planned for tonight's party was the real news. There was something about seeing harry all confident and extroverted that just did it for you,letting you all hot and bothered, so you decieded to take matters into your own hands.

After greeting the boy by the door of the locker rooms and make sure he would be at the party you came back to your dorm to put your plan to work, you took a fancy shower with all the self care products you owned,then you dressed up in a sexy pair of see through dark blue lingerie, putting on top a a tight black dress to ensinuate your curves.after fixing your hair and putting on some makeup you were ready to go down to the common room.

You went in naturally through the door, being used to said so celebration,you saw harry sitting in the couch bickering his drink,almost spilling it when looked up and saw you in a dress much shorter than you used to wear

"hi,uhm,wow,you look..."

"brilliant?"

"y-yes"

You chuckled lightly at how easily you could flutter the boy;you choose to ignore how he was devouring you with his eyes,and invited him to the improvised dance floor,being familiar with the playlist of Muggle sounds playing in the background.

The little firewhiskey you took making you confident enough to start purposely grinding down on harry times enough to make his mind wander to some dirty thoughts.

"I'm warning you y/n,you should stop while I'm being nice"the look in his face was hard

"stop what?"you knew that playing dumb would get you exactly what you wanted,encouraging you to bat your eyelashes at him innocently.

He chuckled darkly, expression getting even harder.

"you know exactly what you are doing don't you?"he smirked and pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheeck.

You kept ignoring his warnings and getting even more confident while swinging your hips to the beat,while harry shamelessly stared at your body,giving you an awesome terrible idea.

In one swift move you locked your lips on his, slightly biting his bottom lip,them pulling away only to whisper seductively into his ear

"you seen to like my hair huh?wait to see what I'm wearing under it"and then pressed your body against his.

That was it,in a split second,he was dragging you to his dorm by your arm,being followed by weird looks and wolf whistles, everybody knew what you were about to do,so it was no surprise to find the bedroom empty

Once inside it,he slammed the door shut pinning you on it and passionately kissing you,roaming his hands all over your body,lips now trailing down your jawline to your neck, getting on that spot that made you melt.

"bet you liked acting like a whore, let's see if you like what comes now"

He threw you on his bed,and proceeded to assault your neck,claiming you with red marks all over,knocking the breath out of your lungs.

"your dress,"he gave your clothes body another hungry look"take it off, now"

You did as you were told without hesitation,presenting him his favourite post game prize, pulling out a huge smirk from him

"all of this for me huh?"if he looked hungry,now he was a starved man looking at his favourite meal.

His gaze shot from your body directly into your eyes.

"well I think you were being a bad girl, don't you think you deserve a punishment?"

You felt yourself get wetter over your panties where a damp spot were already sitten,you simply looked at him with this doe eyes and he already knew what you wanted.

His feather like touches teasing you through the fabric of your underwear, slowly taking them off,teasing you by rubbing agonizingly slow circles on your clit,making you gasp loudly;harry slowly but surely buried his fingers on your cunt,knowing very well how to find that spot that made you melt and giving it no rest,prescisely brushing his fingertips in there with every thrust of his hand.

As his ring and middle finger pumped your pussy,his thumb played with your clit,bringing you closer and closer to a release.

Harry could feel the familiar feeling of your pussy clenching around his fingers,he leaned his body upon yours,attacking your neck once more,never stopping the ministrations on your pussy,it was definitely gonna leave a mark,but he knew you liked to be marked by him,so that everyone knows what he's getting after a well played match

"are you going to cum?"

"yes!" You somehow breathed out

"let go them"

You came almost immediately after his words, feeling your orgasm wash over you,at first you find it Weir that he so easily gave you your release,you were expecting him to tease the hell out of you and make you beg for him to let you cum.

But when his fingers didn't stopped after you rode out your high,it was when it hit you,he was going to overstim you,turn you into a sloppy mess,the startled look you gave him letted the boy know you were aware of his intentions,but it never stopped him though,he just winked at you,before diving into your pussy like he needed it for a living,tongue flicking your little bud,fingers never ceasing

You were still sensitive due to the orgasm you just had,the vibrations his groans of pleasure sent to your core had you already on the brink of cumming again,moans getting more desperte and hard to hold.

"ha-ah!-harry, gonna cum again"

"weren't you acting like a slut?that's what sluts like you get,just what you fucking asked for"

These words were all you needed to push you over the edge,coating his fingers and moth on your release.

You were already a whimpering mess,harry had that power over you,make you putty in his hands with so little,the sight of him pulling his pants down along with his briefs made you whine loudly,both for seeing his rock hard cock finally free,and for the thought of him fucking you in such a fucked out state

Harry knew you,he knew how you could get carried away,but he was painfully hard and just needed to feel your warm walls clench and cum around his cock.

He started to pepper little kisses all over your face whispering sweet nothings in your ear while easing himself inside you,his groans and whimpers in sync with your moans.he really did try to hold himself but you were just so close to him,so warm,so his,he quickly started a relentless pace

At this point you were giving zero fucks about being quite,just straight out moaning aloud.

"that's right princess,let the whole castle know how good I make you feel,f-fuck so tight"

You were literally quivering,shaking underneath the boy,wanting to get closer and away from him at the same time,it was hurting,but felt so good you didn't had the heart to stop

"h-harry 's sensitive,too much,'s too much!"

Now call him a masochist but this boy loves seeing you like this,writhing underneath him,face contorting in both pleasure and pain,him being the cause of it.

"fuck,I know love,just one more,for me"

He reached his hand down to toy with your clit,sending you into a blissful high,eyes shutting close as you came hard with a loud cry.

The way your pussy clenched impossibly tighter around him was all he needed before filling you up with his warm cum.

Once you regained yourself and opened your eyes again,you were met with harry holding a wet cloth and a glass of water.

"you okay love?was it too much?are you still with me?"

"it's fine,I'm here love,just tired" once the adrenaline ran out it was hard to keep your eyes open,a drowzy smile on your face.

"all right, let's get you ready to rest"

Harry handed you the glass,and carefully wiped you clean while you drank,he them handed you a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts,after you were all dressed up you just snuggled against each other,curled in your own little bubble of affection until doze off to sleep.

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Sorry,I don't do good with endings,and sorry for any mistakes,English is not my first language.

Hope you like it,tell me if something needs a change.

[carrotmakar]

pearls

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: pure smut

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: There’s something about Harry’s pearls that just get you going.

Warning(s): a fascination for harry’s pearls, oral (f receiving), slight degradation, he smacks her thigh one (1) time, unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool!!! (or make sure he wraps his!!!!), choking, breeding kink, aftercare

A/N: this is literally just smut!!!!!! reader’s discretion is advised!!!! read at your own risk!!!! anyway, i went completely in for this one please don’t come at me for my love of the pearls, okay????? it’s almost worse than the love for the rings!!! actually, who am i kidding?? it’s definitely worse than the love for the rings!!!!! the necklace is just so hot and it rests on his pretty little clavicle so fucking nicely like oh my god someone save me i cannot breathe!!!!! anyway!!!!! without further ado, here’s just a whole lot of filth!!!

also thank u to @glowunderthemoon​ for the visual and the ideas!!! also thank u to @strawberryystyles​, @sweetheartharry​, @soullikestyles​, @lookupandseethestars​, and @mindofharry​ for screaming about this with me <3 thank you guys for the ideas and the hype and for just being the way you are i love u guys or whatever

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Y/N’s been needy for Harry since he walked through the door. He came into their house in black designer dress pants and an extremely expensive white button up shirt that all but made her drool. She was sitting on the couch as she watched him kick off his shiny black boots and shrug off the jacket that matched his pants. 

All of these things made her want him, but what really set her off was the delicate string of pearls that were perched so perfectly atop his clavicle. He’s been wearing them for weeks and there’s something about them that make her arousal pool in her underwear faster than anything else.

She hasn’t told him this, of course. She doesn’t really think that he’d understand her fascination with a piece of jewelry, so she just went about her search for satisfaction like she normally would.

Harry, however, had different plans. Sure, she hadn’t told him about the infatuation that she had grown to have with his pearls, but he had easily found out. He could tell by the way that her eyes got a little bigger and she gulped every time that he would run his finger across the beads and pull just a bit when he was stressed. He noticed the way that her thighs would clench when he took the necklace into his mouth and how, just once, she let out a gasp when he let it fall from his mouth and there was a thin string of spit connecting his lips to the beads. That’s really when he knew, because she hid her face and tried to push it off even though he could see the way that she was rubbing her thighs together. 

So, when Y/N strolls into their room and comes up to Harry, giving him her signature pouty look, with her bottom lip jutting out slightly and her eyes wide, almost innocent, he gives in easier than she thought he would, but that’s simply because he wants to test out what exactly his pearls do to her.

He grabs the back of her head firmly and pulls her closer to him the second that she whispers to him, telling him that she wants him. He presses his lips to hers hungrily as soon as she’s close enough for him to do so. She immediately kisses him back with just as much fervor, loving the way that his mouth molds with hers just like they were made to be kissing each other. He pushes her back onto the bed as he swipes his tongue over her bottom lip, and she quickly opens up for him, letting him dip his tongue into her mouth to dance with her own. 

As her back hits the bed, he maneuvers one of his thighs to slot between hers and he applies the slightest bit of pressure when he feels the warmth of her heat seep through the layers of fabric that are keeping them from each other.

Harry pulls away from her mouth to catch his breath and smiles at the way she looks so fucked out already. “Look at you, puppy,” he teases. “Already look so gone and I haven’t even touched you yet.” 

She whines and leans up slightly in an attempt to kiss him again, but he wants something different. He leans down and begins peppering kisses along her jaw before traveling down and leaving open mouthed kisses to her neck. He stops briefly on her sweet spot, sucking and nipping at the skin until he knows that there will be a bruise for her to tend to in the morning. 

She tries to control her breathing as she feels his lips dance across her skin, and she almost succeeds until the cool surface of his pearls fall onto her skin. A shiver runs down her spine as the beads trail everywhere that he goes. 

He pauses his ministrations, teasing his fingers under the hem of her shirt as he looks up at her. When she nods her permission, he slips it over her head and haphazardly tosses it somewhere in the room. He looks down at her, tracing the skin that he just uncovered and licking his lips like he’s seeing the best thing in the world. And to him, he is. 

He then resumes his descent down her body, making sure to lick at every inch of skin that he can reach. He stops his trail as he reaches her breasts, which are bare due to the fact that she had foregone a bra today, which Harry personally thinks is one of the best ideas she’s ever had, taking one into his hand to squeeze just as harshly as he knows that gets her going, but doesn’t hurt her. He immediately takes the nipple of one into his mouth and licks circles around the peak as he pinches and rolls the other between his fingers. He’s always been one to pay equal amounts of attention to both, so he repeats his actions on the opposite breast before kissing down her belly. 

She arches her back slightly when he nips at the skin of her hip and the pearls fall directly against the part of her that needs him the most.

Looking up at her, he murmurs, “Can I take these off, doll?” He messes with the band of her sweatpants and panties, and he begins sliding them down her legs the moment that she lets out a breathy “please.”

Once they’re off, he throws them just as he did with her shirt and shimmies down until he’s able to press teasing kisses to her calves. He knows that he’s being slightly mean by not giving into what she wants, but he wants to let the chilly pearls slide across her heated skin to get her even more worked up before he gives into what he knows she’s aching for. So he leaves sloppy open mouthed kisses from her calf up to the soft skin of her thigh and then repeats on the opposite leg. By the time he’s at the top of her second leg, she’s squirming. 

“Daddy, please, wanna feel you.” Y/N begs, lifting her head from the mattress to meet his gaze. “Please.”

And really, how can he say no to his girl begging him to touch her? There’s no way that he possibly can, so he spreads her legs further, wrapping his arms around her thighs to keep them open for him. 

“Yeah, you wanna feel me, puppy? Wanna feel Daddy’s tongue against your pretty little pussy?” he teases as he leans down to lick a long stripe through her folds. She immediately arches her back, whining at the feeling of his tongue against her cunt. He smirks against your heat as you reach down and thread your hands in his hair, tugging when he circles his tongue around her clit before taking it in his mouth and sucking.

Breathy moans of his name fall from her mouth like a prayer and he traces patterns against her sensitive bundle of nerves. He pulls away from her and her hips immediately raise to meet his mouth once again. 

He brings his palm down on her thigh quickly, smacking the skin just hard enough to get her to plant her hips back to the soft surface of the mattress. “You know better, puppy. You take what I give you, nothing more,” he chides, caressing the skin that was tingling lightly from his slap. “Are you already feeling that good? Does my tongue make you feel so good that it’s the only thing you can think about?” He shakes his head. “Such a dumb puppy, yeah?” He chuckles when she whines. “Don’t worry, baby, it’s okay, because you’re my dumb puppy, right?”

She immediately nods. “Yes, Daddy, I’m your dumb puppy.” She knows that he wants to hear her say it exactly as he did, so she does. It’s a bit embarrassing, but when a bright smile bleeds across his face and he buries his face back in her cunt, licking into her until her thighs are shaking around his head. She can feel the heat in her lower stomach start to spread throughout her body. She’s right there and just before she opens her mouth to ask him if she can cum, he pulls away. She holds back her whine, knowing that it’ll just get her in trouble, but she’s not sure how well she fends off the pout from cementing itself to her face.

If she’s bad at hiding it, though, he doesn’t say anything. He just stands from the bed and begins unbuttoning his shirt so he can have even less fabric between the two of them. While he’s busying himself with that, she slinks off the bed to sit on her knees in front of him. He looks down at her, eyes slightly wide as he takes her in. The sight of her eager below him makes him throb in his pants, and there’s almost nothing more that he wants than to use her pretty little throat to get off, but he’d much rather see her suck on something else. Preferably while he fucks into her so that he can see her eyes roll into the back of her head as she tries to keep her mouth closed.

So, when she reaches forward for the zipper of his pants, he grabs her wrists to stop her. “Not this time, puppy.” She pouts at his words and he moves one hand to caress her cheek. “I know how much you love having things in your mouth. Greedy little puppy always has to have something to suck on.” He chuckles darkly when she whines low in her throat. “I’ve seen you starin’ at my pearls lately, baby, why don’t you put those in your mouth instead?”

Her nod is subconscious, her head bobbing before the words have even fully registered in her brain. The only thing she really heard was ‘pearls’ and her mouth immediately watered. 

She watches as he pops the button on his pants before dragging his zipper down. He lets his hands fall to his sides once he’s done. “Finish undressing me, puppy. You wouldn’t want to make me do all the work, would you?” he drawls, smirking down at her.

She reaches up and dips her fingers below the band of his pants and boxers before tugging them down his thighs. His cock springs free of the restraints and smacks against his stomach. The head is leaking precum, almost like it’s weeping to be touched. She yearns to smear her lips across the drippy tip but she knows he’ll be mad if she does, especially since he told her that he didn’t want her mouth around his dick this time. So instead, she leans forward to sponge kisses along his thighs as she pushes the clothing down to his ankles. After a few moments, she backs away to let him kick the pesky fabric off. 

Once he’s completely bare, she lets her gaze meet his again. She takes in the way that he looks so powerful standing above her, like he controls everything in the room. And really, at this point in time, he does.

“Stand up,” he commands. She listens without a second thought, pushing herself to her feet to stand in front of him. He takes a good look at her before placing his hand on the back of her neck and pulling her forward so that he can smear their lips together. He fits her bottom lip between his two as he walks them backwards to the bed. Getting lost in the taste of her on his tongue, he lets them both fall onto the bed again. When she moans into his mouth, he pulls away to allow them to catch their breath. 

He backs away from her, coming to rest on his knees in front of where she’s sprawled out on the bed. She looks up at him with lust filled, wanting eyes as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock and gives himself a few languid strokes. His thumb swipes across his tip to gather his precum and slick it down his shaft. Her eyes train on his tip, the skin flushed a bright red. There’s already more precum leaking from the slit as he continues stroking himself. After a few moments, he bucks into his hand and she whines, spreading her legs for him.

“You want me inside, baby? Wanna feel daddy in your tummy?” he teases, continuing to stroke his cock as his eyes roam over her body. She nods and he chuckles, shaking his head. “Beg for it, then. Show me just how greedy my pretty little puppy can be.”

She opens her mouth before closing it again, she can’t just beg him for that! “If you don’t want to, I can always get myself off,” he warns and her mouth immediately opens again.

“No, no, please,” she whines. “Don’t want you to get yourself off.” She pouts.

“Then do as I said,” he groans, rolling his head back as hips buck into his hands once again, “and beg.”

“Fuck me, please, wanna feel you,” she begs. “Feel so empty without you, wanna feel full. Daddy, please.” 

Harry gives into her begs, coming back over to her. He rests his hands on either side of her head, framing her in. He leans down, connecting their lips. It’s messy, all gnashing teeth and fighting tongues, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. She takes his bottom lip between her teeth and tugs slightly, causing him to groan into her mouth. He lowers himself onto his forearms so that he can take one hand down to his cock. Wrapping his hand around the base, he drags the tip through Y/N’s folds, causing her to let out a shuddering breath. 

The head bumps against her clit, making her arch her back slightly to increase her pleasure. One stern look from him has her pressing back down into the mattress, though. He smirks down at her as she obeys him with nothing more to go off of but a glare.

He leans down slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to her nose. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any time, yeah? Just because I’m more on the harsh side tonight doesn’t mean I care about your comfort any less,” he reassures, looking deep into her eyes.

“I will, promise,” she murmurs, reaching up to grab onto his pearls loosely before tugging, causing him to fall close enough to her face so that she can ghost her lips against his. “Now, fuck me, daddy. Wanna feel you for days.”

He groans, pushing his cock into her dripping pussy as he breathes out puffs of air against her mouth. Once he’s buried to the hilt, he chuckles at her, smirking darkly. “You like my pearls so much that you just can’t keep your greedy little hands off of them, yeah?” he taunts before pulling out until only the tip of his cock is still inside of her. He thrusts back in harshly, making her cry out in pleasure.

He sets a steady pace as he moves his face down to her throat, leaving sloppy kisses along her pulse. When he meets her sweet spot, causing her to let out a whimpery moan. He bites down on the skin there, letting his tongue meet the skin afterwards to soothe the skin. His hips stutter for just a moment when she squeezes around him. “Fuck, puppy you’re so tight for me, so fucking tight,” he pants into her neck. “Every single time we do this—fuck—you take me in so fucking snug, so right. God it’s like you were fucking made for me.”

She brings her hands to the side of his neck in an attempt to bring his mouth to hers. She grasps on to the string of pearls that are bouncing against his collar bone with every sharp thrust. He gives in to her whines and places a quick peck to satiate her need before leaning up and grasping her hips, positioning his own in a way that makes him hit even deeper. She cries out as his cock hits that spot inside of her that makes her a whimpery, whiny mess.

He smirks when her head falls back in bliss and her mouth forms an ‘o’. Gripping onto her hips so hard that she’s sure she’ll have grape sized bruises tomorrow. Honestly though, as she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her, she can’t bring herself to care about the marks.

He reaches down to rub circles on her clit, sending jolts of electricity shooting up her spine. She cries out, getting completely lost in the feeling of him fucking into her while toying with her bundle of nerves. 

After a few moments, he moves his free hand to her throat, wrapping his hand around her neck as she meets his eyes. He tightly, enough to restrict her breathing. His fingers squeeze against the sides of her neck, making the blood rush through her. The feeling is amazing, each thrust pairing with his grip on her throat pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“D-daddy,” she rasps, bringing her hands up to wrap around his wrist. “Can—can I cum?” she begs, voice raspy due to his hand being pressed directly against her windpipe. 

“You wanna cum for me puppy?” She nods, desperately whining. “Then do it, soak my cock for me, baby. Show me just how good my cock feels inside your pussy.” 

She lets go, the bubble in her lower stomach popping as the euphoric feeling of her orgasm washes through her body. Every fiber of her being feels like it’s on fire as she squeezes around his cock, reaching up to bring his face closer to hers. He groans into her mouth, letting his mouth sloppily mold with hers as she whines, pulsing around his dick as she rides out her orgasm.

He continues rubbing against her clit as he ruts into her, helping her milk her high for everything it’s worth. Once it becomes too much, she pushes his hand away from her clit and peers up at him with a pout on her face.

“Will you cum inside me, daddy?” she begs, grabbing his shoulders and crossing her ankles behind his back to keep him close. “Please? Wanna feel full.”

“Yeah?” he breathes as she buries her hands in his sweaty curls. “Want daddy to fill you up? Fuck, you wanna feel me here?” he asks as he places his hand on her lower stomach and presses down lightly.

She nods, whining a repeated string of “yes” as he thrusts into her one, two, three more times before burying himself as far as he can and dropping his head to her neck, groaning as he releases inside of her, thick ropes of his cum painting her walls white. She whimpers at the feeling, loving the way that she feels so full of him. 

He sponges kisses to her pulse as they catch their breaths. “I love you so fucking much,” he breathes into her neck. 

“I love you, too,” she reciprocates.

He basks in the feeling of her snug around him for just a second longer before he gently pulls out. Both of them hiss at the loss of contact, but Harry’s quickly turns to a groan as he watches his cum drip from her. 

“You’re so messy, puppy,” he teases before leaving the room to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom. While he’s gone, she lets herself relax on the bed as the exhaustion washes over her. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, baby,” he coos as he saunters back in with a warm rag. “Gotta clean you up before we go take a bath.”

He gently runs the cloth over her thighs before gently wiping through her folds. She hisses when he runs over her sensitive clit, and he automatically apologizes before pressing a light kiss to her thigh.

Standing back up, he takes his hand in hers and tugs her from the bed. 

“Come on, baby, I know I fucked you so good that your legs are sore, but I need you to walk to the bathroom with me,” he taunts as she rolls her eyes. “On a serious note, though,” he begins as they’re walking towards the bathroom, “I’m glad you like my pearls so much.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, can’t wait to have you suck on them while I fuck you again,” he states nonchalantly as he leans over to turn on the water. When he looks over his shoulder and smirks, her breath hitches as she thinks about all the ways he’s going to absolutely ravage her later. 

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