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loganlermanstanaccount · 1 year ago

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Show me where it hurts (part 2)

Miguel O'Hara x spiderwoman!reader

GIF by aenhanse

(AO3 Mirror), Part 1, Main Masterlist

summary: You confront Miguel.

warnings: breeding kink, cum play, animalistic behaviour (not quite ABO), mutual masturbation, dirty talk, praise and degradation, Miguel eats ass like a fucking champ, general filth etc etc. very very 18+, minors dni (and i will b blocking!)

a/n: thank you for all the support for part 1! I will say, all the comments about relationship building and stuff do make me laugh a little bc this part is literally just p0rn with a teensy tiny bit of feelings.. but if you follow me this should be pretty standard by now.

wc: 4k ish

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You let yourself in again, but not until after pounding on the door.

You think he's home, the scent of something in the air. At first glance, his place is empty, but a mess : cushions ripped off the couch, kitchen ransacked of its contents, floor covered in blankets and clothes. It makes you worry: Miguel is so clean it's scary . He would never leave his place like this. You hear something from his bedroom and rush towards it.

He's there, back turned on the bed. But something's wrong. In sweats and a tank top, he's breathing heavily, clutching at the sheets.

"You shouldn't be here." He strains.

Eyes wide, you step closer. Is he in pain? Is he hurt? "Miguel. I just want to help. Did something happen?"

All he does is shake his head, unable to make eye contact with you. "I c-can't let you… please, bichita. It's not safe for you."

Your heart breaks at his helplessness, you get closer, and perch on the bed next to him. He jumps at the hand you place in his shoulder. Fuck. He's drenched in sweat.

"Miguel, please. Let me in… I'd do anything. Just let me help."

He groans with his head in his hands. "I know, bichita. That's the problem. I can't let you…"

You look at him properly now. He's writhing on the sheets, tense and unable to sit still. Guiltily, all you can think is how good he looks; pretty even when his hair sticks to the nape of his neck, when he groans lowly at your presence. Your eyes rake down his body, looking for a secret wound, or something he's hiding. When you spot it, you gasp.

Miguel is rock hard under his sweats. And he is massive.

It clicks. Ashamed, he makes hesitant eye contact with you. "It's not usually this bad. And it gets worse if I'm near someone I'm…" He breathes. "Someone I'm attracted to."

You can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the statement; of the situation. "I think that's just what erections do, Miggy."

He rolls his eyes, too annoyed to be as uneasy for a moment. " No , God, I meant my DNA. There's something wrong with me, something animalistic , that makes it ten times worse. I'm going crazy. Smell, taste, touch… and it doesn't just go away. "

You hum. "And what's your hypothesis?"

He looks at you, a little crazed, but he gets it. If you talk to him like it's one of your status reports, like it's another mission, maybe he can stop thinking about pounding you into the sheets and filling you up with his cum.

He clears his throat. " You . Gets worse when I t-think about you, or you're near."

You've got a hand on his thigh, rubbing circles that go straight to his head.

"What makes it feel better?"

Deep breath. "Touching myself. But I haven't… and I won't-"

"Why?" You smile like a Cheshire cat. Are you… enjoying this?

"I can't. You're a friend and it's a violation of your trust."

"It hurts. You're in pain. I give you full permission to give yourself some relief. You can touch yourself, for me. I want you to feel good."

His hips buck up involuntarily. Just thinking about it is driving him crazy. " Mierda. Stop talking like that-"

"Like what?" You bat your eyelashes.

"Like that ." He hisses. "Like you want to get fucked."

He squeezes his eyes shut, even more guilty. "I'm sorry. That's not appropriate at all. I shouldn't have… snapped like that."

You rub your legs together: you're fucking soaked. Like this, with his senses going crazy, you don't know if he can smell it, taste it in the air. The thought makes you even wetter.

You mumble. "Meant it, Miguel. I just want to watch."

Agonisingly slow, you sink to your knees in front of him. He watches, eyes wide, trying not to lean into it.

"Do you want me to beg? Because I will, if it makes you feel better."

He grabs his crotch, rocking into his palm. You're breaking him down, bit by bit.

"I think you like punishing yourself, Miggy. You think you deserve it. How long have you been like this? Weeks, I bet. When all you needed to do was ask me. I would've helped you over the phone if you wanted it. Told you how to stroke your cock, where to put pressure, asked you if it felt good. Think about how good it would feel. The relief. "

You rock on your heel and it doesn't go unnoticed. You light him on fire, and the thought of you getting off only pushes him closer to the edge. "Can I tell you a secret?" You whisper. He nods fervently. "I've always wanted you in my mouth. Just wanted to know what it would feel like; how pretty you'd look when you cum."

It's too much. His back arches, and he groans, spilling into his sweats. Astounded, you look up. So. Much. Cum. You didn't think a person could physically produce so much, but here he is, coating the inside of his boxers with it. Miguel, however, looks embarrassed: his first orgasm in a week and it's spilling into his trousers in front of a pretty girl like a teenager. He groans, covering his flushed face.

"Can I…?" Your eyes are wide in amazement. Shakily, he nods.

Is it bad for you to say he looks just like you imagined? Tan, long and with a bit of girth, and under all the cum he seems well-groomed. He's still half hard, which is impressive considering the sheer amount of cum splattered everywhere. Probably, he has the prettiest cock you've ever seen. As you pull down his boxers, your very obvious glee makes him pause.

"...you like this?" He seems genuinely confused, and it makes you giggle. You've flustered him, yet again.

Resting a head on his thigh, you look up at him through innocent lashes. Your other hand swipes cum off his tip, making his cock jump. "Could ask you the same. You're still hard."

"I can't believe…" He mutters. "You're gonna kill me."

"What do you want, Miguel?" You put a hand on his length, rubbing up and down ever so slightly. "You want to get off?"

"I want…" It makes him grunt all the same. He goes from wayward glances to looking you straight in the eyes. " You . I want you."

"How do you want me?" Deceptively innocent, you coax his length back to full mast with your hand.

How do you want me? There are a thousand thoughts flying through his head, and his brows tense with the weight of them. Head back, he leans into your touch. He doesn't want to scare you, with the way he's been thinking about that question long before you asked: weeks, months, years before now. You see him hesitate, and bite his lip.

Your hands still and he cries out, cursing the loss of warmth. "M'not asking again." A little softer now. "No judgement, Miggy. I just want to help."

Deep breath. "Anyway I can. Wanna fill you up with my cum. On top. U-Underneath. Mierda. I want your mouth. I want your sweet cunt. I-"

You silence him with a moan when you envelope his cock with your mouth. You close your eyes in bliss as you bob up and down. Just the tip, teasing , and he's already addicted. With a pop, you separate, pressing sticky kisses and kitten-licks to his shaft and torso. He can't take his eyes off of you: peeking up at him through wispy lashes, licking up his cum.

Pretty, plump lips smack at his tip obscenely. He can't help but think about how well it suits you; mouth around his cock like something holy. Precum pours from his slit and you lap it up, chasing his moans. Your own moans vibrate deliciously around him and he wraps a hand in your hair. Finally. You want him to enjoy this, to lean into your head-bobbing, and force your head down onto his dick. You want to feel him in the back of your throat, bullying into the warmth of your mouth and moulding you into the shape of him.

It starts with a little pressure at the back of your neck, deceptively subtle as he rocks his hips into your face. Making eye contact, you look up and feel your pussy clench around nothing. His eyes are lidded, gorgeous, mouth slightly parted and tongue darting out to wet rosy lips.

"You want it, hermosa ?" His voice has a different texture to it: deep and wanting and needy.

As best you can, you nod, humming affirmations around his cock. Oh God, of course you do. You want him; anyway you can, anyway he'll let you, more than he'll ever know.

He pushes you down, hard, cock hitting the back of your throat like a piston. You gurgle and choke around him, throat tightening in a way that makes him melt. You force yourself deeper, hot tears welling up at the corners of your eyes. Your hands claw at his thighs, nails digging so tight into the fabric you think he might bleed. Winding a hand down to your heat, you press your palm into that sweet spot at your clit and Miguel watches, hungry.

"Oh fuck , you feel so good. I'm gonna– m-mierda – m'gonna cum."

With a final tug, he pushes you down so your nose brushes at the curly hairs leading down to his cock, spilling into you with vigour. It pours down your throat and you drink it up with pleasure.

"All gone?" He asks, panting with exertion. In response, you open up your mouth, sticking out your pink tongue so he can inspect it. He stirs when he realises just how cock drunk you are: nary a trace of him left on your tongue.

Slowly, he brings a thumb to your mouth, and watches intently as you swirl it around, and suck on it keenly. The pressure makes him light headed, other hand reaching for your waist to pull you up. And pull you up he does, turning you around so he can take off your suit and have you seated on his lap, where you belong.

You let him, shrugging off the top half of the suit as he pulls down your zipper. Surprisingly gentle, he traces the slope of your shoulders, and down to your bare ass. He groans. No underwear, because of course , you want to kill him. You want him to die, pussy-whipped and half-hard. He pushes you towards the wall, back pressed flush against him. He drags his fangs across your neck and whispers into the shell of your ear, making your whole body shiver.

"Once I start," He kneads your ass, grinding his cock against you. You gasp. He's still hard. "M'not gonna be able to stop. And it's not going to be sweet, bichita . You leave now and I won't be angry . I–I'll give you space, whatever you want."

" Miguel," Head back, you moan into his touch, dragging his hand towards your slit, hoping he’ll relieve the pressure at your pussy. "I want it to hurt. I want to feel it tomorrow– fuck– f-feel it when I walk and know it was you . Need it. Need you , please-"

He bites into your shoulder, and you moan wantonly, back arching into his length. He places your hand on the wall, palms flat. Like the chaser after a burning shot, he soothes haphazard squeezes down your back with his mouth. Hot, messy kisses, as he sinks to his knees. He forces you to hinge at the hip. Breasts pushed against the cool wall, you gasp when you feel him spread the globes of your ass as he presses his tongue to your hole. He licks the length of your slit, and like a slut, you lean into it.

"Prettiest cunt I've ever seen, hermosa." He brings his hand to your clit, giving you a wet slap as he watches you shudder. Again, and again, until you cry out.

" Miguel, fuuuck."

How has he gone his whole life without hearing you say his name like that? Yet again, he almost cums in his pants, loosely shoved over his aching length. All he can do is watch as your holes flutter and clench around nothing, mesmerised.

"You'd look even prettier filled with my cum, hmm?" He presses a sticky kiss to your puckered asshole, before easing his tongue inside. One hand holding you open, the other comes to play with your pussy, swirling your wetness around your throbbing clit.

He tongue-fucks you with fervour, like a man starved: only coming up for air to babble obscenities.

"Tan bonita, bichita." Slowly, he eases his fingers into your cunt, scissoring them open and shut. He wants to break you apart with only his hands, if you'd let him. "So pretty– fuck. So soft, baby. Beautiful."

You're close and he knows it, fucking yourself on his fingers and face like a bitch in heat. Undeterred, he brings a thumb to your clit pressing down with juust the right amount of pressure.

"Wanna feel it, hermosa . Can you cum for me? All over my fingers like a good girl, just like that, así de simple."

With the way he paws at your pussy, all you can do is clench around his fingers. He guides you through a shaking, biting orgasm, licking up your cum with a flourish. Even with shaky legs you manage to turn around and pull Miguel up, and he follows eagerly. He looks fucked out already, eyes low and lips swollen with your slick. He motions to strip, stretching his tank top across the expanse of his chest and letting his cock spring free from his sweats. When you move to help him, he stops you, moving your hand from his tank to his solid torso beneath. He wants you to touch him; to feel your soft palm run across his skin, and sink into the warmth of your body.

One hand at your waist, he presses you against the wall, grinding his cock to your clit. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and they fit like they belong there. Close, impossibly close, and his pupils are blown, wide. It's like he can't decide what he wants to do to you, sharp red eyes darting over your lips, your neck, down to the juncture where you both meet. A paralysis of choice, and all he can do is drink you up in the low light.

And so, you make a choice for him, lips crashing against his, hand snaking around to guide his cock into your hole. He sinks into you - finally - and you swallow his moans in the aftermath. He's slow to start, eyes screwed shut as he gets used to how tight you are around him. Slowly, he rocks into you, the heat of his palm steady at the crook of your back.

Miguel opens his eyes, caging you in with his other arm. He's testing the waters, angling his hips to find the spot that makes you tick.

"I didn't-" He breathes. "Didn't think it would be like this."

You look at him in your haze, brows knitted.

"I thought that when I finally fucked you, it would be more romantic." He gives you a strained chuckle and warm smile. "This is better in some ways, though."

"Better , Miggy?"

"Real." Your cunt flutters around him, and his pace stutters. Not once does he break eye contact, something swirling beneath the surface. "Not in my head. God , that sounds pathetic."

You giggle into the crook of his shoulder. It shouldn't be possible, but his eyes soften even more. And then, his expression changes into something dangerous.

"I can't do this just once, bichita. You can't give me a taste and then take it away. Es cruel, mi vida."

As if to punctuate his point, you feel his tip slam into that spongy spot in your walls. His strokes become more calculated, punishing and exact, sending waves of pleasure radiating throughout your body.

"Miguel – fuck– that's not fair- "

"Can't keep humping my hand como un perro , like a dumb dog, anymore." He brings both his palms to your ass, spreading you apart, and pulling you up onto his dick so your toes barely touch the floor. The slap of your ass against his thighs and heavy balls fill the room, pornographic in nature.

"Let-" Smack. " Me-" Smack. " Fill-" Smack. " This-" Smack. " Cunt. " Smack.

You babble into his ears, affirmations and praise that makes his heart and cock swell.

'So pretty, Miguel. Yours. All yours." You rake your hands through his hair, harshly tugging him closer in a way that makes him burn up. Clenching around his length, you wrap your legs around his waist. He barely falters, pulling away from the wall and slamming into you regardless. You've seen him like this before; fiery determination that flares up on a tough mission. Tunnel vision: a razor-sharp resolve that has manifested itself in a man hellbent on your pleasure.

"Miguel. Miguel, I-" I love you, I love you, I love you, I- " -wan' you to cum with me. Deep, please."

Now, his pace gets sloppy, hips stilling to drive himself as deep as you asked; so you can feel him long after you separate. Hot, sticky cum pumps into you and his balls strain with the effort of it. You claw your hand against his back, trailing delicious marks with your nails. When you clamp around him, you swear you see his eyes roll back - lost in the bliss of your cunt. Together, you come down from the high, bare chests panting against one another.

"Don't look at me like that." His lips graze yours, soft and plush. You stretch your chin upwards, chasing the trace of a kiss he refuses to give to you. Eventually he relents, leaning into a sweet kiss, arm wrapped around your waist.

He pulls himself off of you with a wet smack, gently carrying you to his bed. He places you in his sheets and you look beautiful, blissful, and fucked out. Cum drips onto your thighs and he feels a pang of possessiveness. His cum. His baby.

Clambering in to spoon you, he can't help but paw at your pussy, using his fingers to stuff his cum back into you, tracing lazy circles on your thigh with his other hand.

"I'm on birth control, Miggy. So no need to worry." You snuggle into his touch, bare skin against one another.

"Wasn't worried." He grunts, sounding almost disappointed. You catch his tone, intrigued.

"No harm in trying," You lilt, turning around to place your palms flat on the wide span of his chest. "You wanna fuck a baby into me?"

Nodding, he groans, head back into the pillow, and you push him onto his back. Pussy throbbing, you straddle his hips; thighs tight around his middle. You can feel him growing harder in the slick of your slit.

You arch into him, tender hand around his throat. It's a sight he won't forget easily: you on top of him, the gloom of the night tracing the swell of your tits. An angel, all the same. You whisper something into his ear that gives him goosebumps; a full body chill that goes straight to his cock. "My turn, bichito."

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"You never called." Miguel says, laying his head next to yours, after wiping you down with a clean towel. He hands you a spare shirt of his, and you put it on, self-conscious.

The two of you had fucked well into the night, making good on your promises. His stamina was relentless, pumping load after load into you, pussy-drunk and babbling. There was an intensity there that couldn't be explained: one that made both of you crazy for one another, burning you out between the silky sheets of his bed. Something you had initially attributed to his rut, whatever he had called it, but desperately hoped it was something more. How could this be just sex? After everything you had said and done, it would crush you: to taste the forbidden fruit and have it snatched away just as easily.

You had both laid there for a bit, afterwards, cock softening in you. Plugging up his cum, he had said, but it felt more intimate in the quiet calm of his bedroom.

"You didn't either." You throw back at him.

"That's not th-"

"I know, I know. It just felt weird, s'all." You turn from him, looking up at the ceiling. Counting the mottles and marks in your head, suddenly shy. After all the filthy things you've said and done to him, he still makes you shy. "I thought I did something wrong."

His heart breaks. "No, no , it wasn't-"

"Not just today. Last time…a-and the time before that, honestly. We see each other less. You're always busy with something. Felt like you were avoiding me." Rubbing your temples, you sigh. "S'why I cut some corners on the mission. Made mistakes. I thought if I did well, and we had something to talk about…"

"Mierda." You can't bring yourself to look at him, to see the disappointment in his scarlet eyes. But it isn't disappointment, and it’s not directed at you.

"I wanted to call, but I didn't. Because I didn't think you would answer." Finally, you turn to see his brows knitted: swirling with shame, guilt, sadness. Quickly you add, "I mean, I know why now. I think. And it's really on me, I should've said something or-"

"I just… I didn't know what to do with it." He takes your hand in his, squeezing tight.

"...I don't understand."

"All this love I have for you." He says, impossibly soft. "I didn't know what to do with it."

You know him like the back of your hand and you've heard it all: angry, snarky, giddy, beautiful Miguel O'Hara. But this? Confirmation of the feelings you've held for years at this point, dismissed during late nights and pored over during lonely ones - this?

"And I didn't think you felt the same way, how could you? You're beautiful, and smart, and you have this… way of making people burn as bright as you. So I poured myself into work. That's all I know how to do, bichita. Work. Suffocate under everything. You don't deserve it."

With the way he says it; resigned, matter-of-fact; you want to cry. Still, he hangs on to the notion that he must earn it : that his claws are too sharp and fangs too bloody for redemption. For love, for life, for good things. Miguel O'Hara; doing what needs to be done. Alone, always.

You come closer to cup his chin, to make sure he's looking at you. There can be no ambiguity, no gray area when you say what you want to say.

"You don't tell me what to do, O'Hara . " You press a kiss to his cheek, and another to trembling lips. "I decide what I deserve. No-one else does, not even you."

"It's not like you listen to me, anyway." He says with a shaky smile.

Sitting up slightly on your forearms, you place your head up on his chest. Listening to the steady thump-thump of his heart. You don't need your super senses to know that he's alive, that he's here. The look in his eyes; you couldn't explain it if you wanted to.

"Bichita." You say, out of the blue. No doubt due to your poor pronunciation, he winces. "What does it mean?"

Clicking his tongue, he waves it off. " Very vulgar, you don't want to know. I mean, I shouldn't really-"

"Hmm." Shaking your head, you feign ignorance. "It's just that Lyla said it meant sweetheart, or little bug... terms of endearment, I think was the phrase."

"She said that?" He frowns. "Lyla's filling your head with nonsense, m'afraid. It's sarcastic. Post-ironic, metatextual… it comes across completely different in Spanish, mi vida."

"Post-ironic? That's not even the second most pretentious thing you've said today…" Giggling, you bury your head into his chest.

"Of course not. I reserve my best stuff for you."

"Real classy, O'Hara. Bet you say that to all the poor women that end up in your bed."

"Nope." He hums. "Just the ones I've been in love with for the past two years."

He pulls you closer, smiling into light kisses on your shoulder, the fat of your stomach, your thighs, on your cheek. Kisses everywhere, anywhere he can reach.

"Just you, bichita." He breathes into your skin. "Only you ."

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Anatomy Lesson

﹒♡﹒Pairing: Yunho + Mingi (college AU) x reader

﹒♡﹒Summary: As med students, you, Yunho, and Mingi have spent countless hours studying anatomy together—but in this study session, anatomical diagrams turn into hands-on lessons.

﹒♡﹒Word count: 4k

﹒♡﹒Genre: smut (MDNI)

﹒♡﹒Warning: pure filth, very nsfw, threesome, restraint, hand kink, choking, unprotected sex (a no no irl), double penetration, rough sex, very dom!Yunho, whiny mess!Mingi, Mingi is very desperate, teasing, overstimulation (let me know if i miss anything ig its too long)

﹒♡﹒Request: @mingi-s-dimples "Hey pooks 🙂‍↕️💖 it's me, Bia! I'd love to read something written by your for me sooo here is my request 😋😋 Yungi x reader, college au studying anatomy (I have the biggest yungi brainrot rn I'm so sorry + I'm studying anatomy as we speak). They've been study buddies since they started uni 2 yrs ago and they always met to study tgt. SO I'd love to read how reader is like into them but is too shy to tell them and the boys are like.. also kinda into her but they thought it's be weird to like.. tell her cause it'd be a 3some. NOT ANYMORE !! They study anatomy and reader starts touching them intimately explaining some of the structures (for ex thigh/abs and so on) and Mingi for ex gets turned on from it and gets a boner duh. They have some small talk and then they yk.. have a 3some 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ sigh. Anyways, I'd love to see: restraining with their bodies/hand kink/slight choking/double penetration (is not a kink ik), praise, teasing 😌 Gave you all the details I'd love to see and THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH LOVE YOUU 😋💖💖💖"

﹒♡﹒Author's note: This took longer than I expected, and filthier.... I never knew i could do this good until now lmao. Anyways this is a long ass fic, and cheers to my babe Bia for requesting it, even though i kinda died at the end so it looks rushed but, hope you like it, I love your idea so so much. It was a ride writing this, I had to research a shit ton on anatomy, but it was fun tho. This is not proofread thoroughly since it's too long and i was getting sleepy, so please ignore any errors. Enjoy the meal. I love you Bia 💜

You’ve known Yunho and Mingi since the first day of med school. Being more of an introvert, you usually keep to yourself, avoiding any unnecessary attention. But that day, the only open seat was right in the middle of the lecture hall. Yunho and Mingi showed up late, looking a bit lost, and ended up grabbing the two seats on either side of you.

At first, you figured they were just two extroverted guys who’d probably drift off to make other friends once they settled in—exactly the type you usually avoid. But as the lecture went on, they kept leaning over to ask for help, clearly struggling with the material. Yunho, with his easy smile and laid-back vibe, nudged you and whispered, “Think you could explain this? We’re kinda lost.” Mingi, with a shy grin that made him seem more approachable than his confident appearance suggested, nodded along.

You explained the basics, and they were grateful enough to ask if you’d study together outside of class. Despite your initial hesitation, you said yes, you couldn’t even believe yourself. From there, study sessions became a regular thing—quiet corners of the library or your living room, where you’d help them with the tough stuff, and they’d bring snacks and keep the mood light. They made everything feel a bit more bearable at least, even the late-night cram sessions.

Two years later, the three of you are still a team, but things have changed. Somewhere along the way, simple glances and casual touches started to linger. And there were moments—small, fleeting ones—where you could swear they were feeling it too. Like when Yunho would shift closer to you on the couch, his arm draped casually behind your shoulders, his fingers brushing the back of your neck just enough to make your skin tingle. Or when Mingi’s hand would find your lower back during those late-night coffee runs, the touch lingering a little too long to be just friendly. But no one ever said anything about it, all of you dancing around the unspoken tension that had begun to define your time together.

Tonight is just another study session at your place, and you don’t really think much about anything else other than the lessons. You're all spread out across your bed—Yunho sitting up against the headboard, his long legs stretched out, Mingi lying on his side next to him, propped up on one elbow. You sit cross-legged facing them, surrounded by notes and anatomy diagrams.

You're pointing out different muscle groups and explaining their connections, but you notice the looks of confusion on their faces. With a little laugh, you suggest, “Guys, I think it would be better to show you directly. How about I demonstrate them on your body?” Totally innocent request, or so you thought.

Yunho glances at Mingi, who shrugs with a faint smirk. “Yeah sure. Might be easier to understand that way,” Yunho says, scooching to the side a bit to make space for you. Mingi stretches out beside him, nodding along.

You start with Yunho, tracing the lines of his arm, outlining the biceps and triceps as you explain each muscle group. “So, here’s the biceps brachii,” you murmur, fingers gently pressing along the length of his upper arm, feeling the firmness beneath. Yunho listens intently, his usual playful smile tempered by a newfound focus as he watches your hand. “And just behind here, the triceps—helps with arm extension,” you continue, trailing your hand down the back of his arm. His body is relaxed under your touch, but there’s a slight shift in his breathing when your fingers glide over his chest and down to his abs, the smooth firmness beneath your fingertips making you a little more aware of the warmth radiating between you.

When you move over to Mingi, the atmosphere tenses up even more, you are oblivious, somehow. You run your fingers along his chest, explaining the pectorals. “This is the pectoralis major—it’s responsible for moving the arm across the body,” you say softly, your hand tracing the broad curve of his chest. He listens closely, his breathing grows a bit deeper as you outline each muscle. You continue downward, fingertips gliding over his defined abs. “And here’s the rectus abdominis… your core muscles.” Mingi’s body tenses beneath your touch, brows furrowing as he bites his lips, trying to control his reaction.

“This part—your obliques, they help with twisting movements,” you add, tracing the defined muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt. Your touch follows the natural curve of his hip, then skims lower. It’s meant to be purely academic, but then your fingers slide over the curve of his hip and graze against the waistband of his jeans.

You’re about to pull away when your hand slips, just slightly, brushing over his crotch. You freeze, the realization hitting you like a jolt, the feeling of Mingi’s arousal under your fingertips sending a rush of warmth to your own cheeks. Mingi’s breath catches audibly, his body tensing beneath your touch. You glance up at him, heart racing, but his expression is caught somewhere between surprise and something more intense, his face flushed.

Before you can say anything, you catch the way Yunho's expression has changed too. There’s a heat in his eyes as he looks between you and Mingi, cheeks a little flushed and his breath coming out uneven, though he’s still trying to keep up his usual playful front. "You know, you might be a little too good at this," he says, his voice dropping, teasing but rougher than usual.

The air in the room feels thicker, making your heart beat faster. Yunho moves in closer, his gaze darker, watching you in a way that makes you swallow hard. There’s this electric charge between the three of you now, impossible to ignore. For a second, it’s like time stops—none of you quite sure how to navigate this shift, but aware that something's definitely changed.

Yunho’s usual teasing grin fades when he catches your gaze, something more serious in his eyes. His breath hitches, and you notice how he glances from your eyes to your lips, then back again, like he’s debating what to do. The room goes quiet, and the tension is thick enough to make you feel like you’re holding your breath.

You swallow hard, nerves making your voice waver as you finally break the silence. “I... I’ve liked both of you for a while now,” you admit, your cheeks heating with embarrassment. “But I was too scared to say anything. I thought... I thought you’d find it weird, or that it would ruin everything.”

Mingi lets out a breath he’s been holding, his expression softening even as his lips curl into a smirk, a mixture of relief and disbelief paints his face. “You serious?” He glances over at Yunho, who gives a slow, almost doubtful nod, as if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing either. Mingi’s hand moves to rest on your thigh, his grip firm, sending a jolt through you. “Look, Y/N. We’ve been into you for so long, but we thought you’d be freaked out by the idea... of being with both of us like this, you know.”

Yunho’s hand tilts your chin so you’re looking right at him. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, and his voice drops lower. “Yeah, we didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. But if you’re saying you’re into this too...” His other hand slides to your waist, tugging you a bit closer. “Maybe we’ve been holding back for no reason.”

You shiver under their touch, heat pooling low in your stomach as the reality of the situation sinks in. Mingi’s thumb strokes slow circles on your thigh, his other hand trailing up your back. Yunho leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “So... what do you want, really?”

You catch your breath, feeling their warmth pressed against you from both sides. You look at them, and it’s like all the unspoken feelings are right there on their faces. A nervous smile tugs at your lips as you admit, “I want... both of you.”

Mingi’s grip tightens, and Yunho’s breath comes out in a low, almost relieved sigh, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. It’s like a dam breaking—no more restraint, just the three of you finally letting go of the tension that’s been building for so long.

The bed dips under their weight as Yunho settles behind you, Mingi in front. The heat radiating from their bodies is intoxicating, and you shiver as Yunho’s rough hand grips your jaw, tilting your head back. “Look at you. Already so needy,” he growls, the pad of his thumb grazing your lower lip, sending a thrill straight to your core.

His lips crash into yours, rough and eager, as if he can’t hold back a second longer. His hands are everywhere—one cupping your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek, the other slipping beneath your shirt, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His grip is firm, possessive, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer.

Mingi’s hands tug at the hem of your shirt, impatience lacing his movements. He pulls the fabric up and over your head, his fingers fumbling slightly as he tosses it aside. “He’s always in such a hurry,” Yunho teases, his voice a low rumble against your lips, but there’s a smirk in his tone that says he’s just as eager.

Your bra is the next to go, Mingi’s hands quickly unhook it and slide it down your arms. His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, his tongue wetting his lips. “You look so good like this,” he murmurs, his breath coming in shallow pants. He palms your chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples, drawing a gasp from you as he rolls them between his fingers, his touch alternating between gentle and rough.

Yunho’s hand trails down your side, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants. He yanks them down in one swift motion, along with your panties, leaving you completely bare between them. He pulls back just enough to admire the sight, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk. “You’re beautiful, I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he says, but there’s a rough edge to his voice that sends a shiver through you.

His breath is warm against your ear, his hands trailing down your sides, tracing the curves of your body with a possessive touch. He pulls you closer against him, his large hands sliding over your thighs before gently urging them apart. He holds you open, one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady while the other spreads you wider, his fingers brushing against your slickness as he exposes you to Mingi.

Meanwhile, Mingi’s hands roam over your thighs, pushing them apart as he leans in, his breath hot against your skin. His fingers tease along the edge of your crotch, just barely brushing over your wetness.

“Already soaked, huh?” Mingi’s voice is husky, tinged with a whine as his fingers press harder, rubbing slow circles over the soaked heat. He’s watching you, eyes blown wide with lust, lips parted as he takes in every little reaction. He lets out a shaky breath, his impatience bleeding through. “You’re so fucking desperate for it, aren’t you?”

Yunho’s hand wraps around your throat, fingers tighten slightly, cutting off your reply. “Mingi, quit messing around,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. His fingers slowly twisting your nipples, hard enough to make you gasp. “She wants it rough, so let’s not make her wait.”

Mingi, positioned between your legs, drinks in the sight of you with darkened eyes, a low groan escaping him. “Yunho, she’s so wet for us,” he mutters, his voice husky with desire. He presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, his lips trailing a path closer to where you need him most, his breath teasing your skin and making you squirm in Yunho’s hold.

Yunho tightens his grip, keeping you steady, a smirk playing on his lips as he feels you try to press closer to Mingi. “Easy, baby. Let him take his time with you,” Yunho murmurs, his tone low and commanding, his fingers brushing along your inner thigh as he keeps you spread wide for Mingi.

Mingi glances up at you through half-lidded eyes, his mouth hovering just inches away from your core, and you can feel the heat of his breath ghosting over your most sensitive spot. “You ready for this?” he asks, his usual confidence cracking just enough to reveal the desperation underneath. He doesn’t wait for your answer before leaning in, his tongue dragging slowly over your folds, tasting you with a groan that vibrates against your skin.

You gasp, your head falling back against Yunho’s shoulder as the sensation crashes through you. Mingi’s mouth is relentless, his tongue working you over with a rhythm that has your thighs shaking, but Yunho’s grip keeps you from closing your legs, keeps you open and exposed to every lick, every gentle suck. He spreads you wider with his fingers, giving Mingi the perfect angle, and Mingi takes full advantage, his tongue dipping inside you before dragging back up to circle your clit, teasing you mercilessly.

Yunho’s lips find your neck again, pressing rough kisses along your skin, his teeth grazing over your pulse point. “Look at you, falling apart already,” he whispers, his voice filled with amusement as he watches the way your chest heaves with every breath. “Mingi, I think she likes that,” he teases, his hand sliding down to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, deliberate circles.

Mingi pulls back just enough to speak, his voice low and rough. “She tastes so good, Yunho... I don’t think I can stop,” he admits, his usual confidence slipping into a more desperate edge. He dives back in with a hunger, his tongue working faster now, alternating between soft licks and harsher, more focused attention on your clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue until you’re crying out, your hands clutching at Yunho’s arm for support.

Yunho groans softly at the sound of your moans, his own arousal pressing hard against your lower back. He lets one hand drift down, his fingers grazing over Mingi’s jaw as he works, a silent encouragement as he keeps you pinned in place, making sure you can’t escape the overwhelming pleasure. “Yeah, that’s it, Mingi... make her fall apart,” Yunho breathes, his own voice thick with desire as he watches the scene unfold.

Mingi’s pace grows more frantic, his lips and tongue driving you to the edge, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you steady as he devours you like he’s starving. The combination of Yunho’s firm, steady grip and Mingi’s relentless mouth leaves you helpless between them, your body arching as the tension builds, heat pooling low in your belly until you can’t hold back anymore.

“Yunho, please... I—” Your words dissolve into a choked moan as Mingi’s tongue circles your clit faster, pushing you right to the brink. Yunho’s hand slides back to your throat, not applying pressure but just resting there, a reminder that he’s the one in control, a reminder of how completely you’re at their mercy.

“That’s it, baby. Come for us,” Yunho whispers against your ear, his thumb stroking over your pulse as if feeling the way it races beneath his touch. His other hand tightens on your thigh, holding you wide open for Mingi’s tongue, making sure you can’t escape the intense sensations that roll through you in waves.

And when your release finally crashes over you, it’s like everything shatters—your body shaking between them as Mingi holds you steady, his tongue slowing but never stopping, drawing out every last aftershock until you’re a trembling mess in their hands. Yunho’s grip softens, turning soothing as he brushes his lips against your temple, “Good girl,” his voice soft in a low register.

Mingi pulls away from you, lips slick and pupils blown wide, catching his breath as he watches the way your body trembles. He flashes you a wild grin, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he takes in the sight of you coming undone. “You’ve got no idea how good you look like this,” he murmurs, voice rough and low, sending a shiver down your spine.

Yunho’s large hand cups your jaw, his fingers pressing gently but firmly as he tilts your head back, stealing your breath with a demanding kiss. His tongue slides against yours, leaving you dizzy with the heat of his mouth, while his free hand drifts between your legs. His long fingers find the slickness Mingi left behind, sliding inside you with ease, spreading your pussy open, curling to press against that sensitive spot that makes you gasp into his mouth. He groans at how ready you are, his own control slipping as he pumps his fingers slowly, making you arch against him.

“Think she’s ready for us, Yunho?” Mingi teases, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your thighs, his voice tinged with a playful edge even as his own breath comes out shaky. His hands press your legs open wider, his grip rough and eager, holding you in place beneath him.

Yunho pulls back, letting his lips ghost over the shell of your ear as he speaks. “More than ready,” he murmurs, his tone low and dark. He withdraws his fingers, leaving you clenching around nothing, and Mingi’s lips twitch into a smirk as he watches the way your hips move, seeking more. He pulls his own shirt over his head, revealing the toned muscles beneath, and shoves his jeans down in a hurry, his cock heavy in his hand as he strokes himself, his eyes glued to the way you tremble beneath them.

They both shed the last of their clothes, and the sight of them—Mingi with a desperation in his eyes, his cock hard and leaking, and Yunho’s self-assured composure as he strokes himself slowly—has heat pooling in your belly all over again.

Yunho catches Mingi’s eye, and there’s a shared look between them—a look that you can’t quite make out of. Mingi huffs out a breath, a smirk curling his lips even as his hands tighten on your thighs. “Ready to make her feel good, aren’t we?” Yunho taunts, his tone edged with a dangerous kind of promise.

Mingi’s response is a low hum as he settles between your legs again, his breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. He presses a final kiss to your thigh, his lips soft before he lines himself up with your entrance. “You’re gonna take us both, sweetheart. You up for that?”

Yunho’s grip tightens on your jaw, guiding your head back so you’re looking at him, his expression dark and intense. “She can take it. Can’t you?” he challenges, his thumb brushing over your lips, the pressure making your breath hitch. You nod, can’t even form words, and a satisfied smirk tugs at Yunho’s mouth.

Mingi eases himself inside you, inch by inch, his moan vibrating through you as he stretches you open. The way his big dick fills you is almost overwhelming, his rough grip grounding you as he bottoms out, shuddering against you. “Fuck, she’s so tight... I’m not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that,” he’s breathless, barely keeping himself together as your body tightens around him.

Yunho smirks, his fingers flexing against your throat. “She likes it, Mingi,” he murmurs, the dominance in his tone sending a thrill through you both. He moves his hand to your clit, his touch unrelenting, and the added sensation sends you spiraling, your body arching back into him as he drives you higher.

Yunho’s smirk widens, his gaze tracking every twitch of your expression as he positions himself behind you, the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance alongside Mingi’s. He moves slowly, letting the stretch settle in, and you gasp at the sensation, the stretch is intense, burning in the most delicious way as your body struggles to adjust. They both push forward, filling you to the brim, and you can’t hold back the sharp cry that escapes you, the sensation leaving you breathless.

Yunho’s breath ghosts over your skin, his voice a low growl in your ear. “Look at how desperate he is for you,” he taunts, his fingers pressing down on your clit, rubbing rough circles. “But you love it, don’t you? Being filled like this, over and over until you can’t even think straight.”

Mingi’s head snaps up at that, his lips curling into a defiant smirk even as his movements falter, every thrust turning sloppy and wild. “She loves it... I can feel how tight she gets every time you touch her,” he gasps out, his voice cracking into a moan as Yunho’s fingers tighten their grip, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp, and he holds you there, his grip firm as he watches the way your lips part, vision going hazy. Mingi loses himself in the rhythm, his cock twitching inside you as he chases the edge of release, his desperation palpable in every shuddering breath.

You can feel Mingi’s pace falters, his head dropping to your shoulder as his breath stutters against your skin. “Fuck, I can’t hold back... she’s driving me crazy,” he groans, his voice breaking on a whimper as he feels the way you clench around him.

From behind you, Yunho chuckles, his own control slipping as his hips snap forward, burying himself deeper inside you. “Don’t hold back,” he growls. “Make her come again.” The dual sensations of their thrusts, the weight of their bodies, and the intimacy of the moment push you closer to the edge, and you feel the tension building again. “I can’t—oh, God, I’m so close!” you cry, your nails digging into Mingi’s arms as you cling to him.

The room fills with the sounds of your combined breaths, the wet slap of skin against skin, and the low, breathless curses spilling from Mingi’s lips. His hand slips, reaching back to grip Yunho’s wrist, grounding himself as he rocks into you with wild abandon, his moans turning needy and high-pitched as he finally loses himself in the pleasure.

Yunho increases his pace, and Mingi’s fingers dig into your skin as he matches the intensity. “That’s it, just let go,” he encourages, his voice a desperate plea.

The heat spirals through you, the sensation of being double filled amplifying everything. Your body arches back against Yunho, and with a final thrust from both sides—it pushes you over, and you come with a broken cry, clenching down around them.

Mingi loses it then, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you with a choked moan, his whole body shuddering against yours. Yunho isn’t far behind, his grip on you steady as he pushes deep one last time, burying himself as he loses control. He keeps moving through the aftershocks, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until you’re a trembling, spent mess in their arms.

They hold you there, their bodies pressed against yours, the heat of the moment fading into a heavy, sated silence. Mingi’s head rests on your shoulder, his breath ragged against your skin, while Yunho’s hand gently loosens around your throat, his lips pressing a softer kiss to the side of your neck.

You’re all left panting, tangled together in a messy heap, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction. Mingi pulls out first, dropping back onto the bed with a breathless laugh. “Fuck, that was... intense.”

Yunho wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you against him as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Yeah, it was an intense anatomy lesson, but she took it like a champ,” he murmurs, voice full of pride. “Didn’t you, babe?”

You nod weakly, a small smile tugging at your lips as you relax into their warmth. “Yeah... I did.”

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joelscruff · 1 year ago

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needy baby (boyfriend's dad!joel x f!reader) 18+

series masterlist | kofi | so this is FILTH. like. please heed the warnings before reading. i would recommend reading the rest of the series in order to really understand reader's headspace here, but if not, the previous part "wait" should be enough to make it make sense, as this does tie into what happened in that part. summary: joel takes care of you in every way you need. rating: 18+ explicit warnings: daddy kink, age gap, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected p in v, creampies, comeplay, tummy bulge, size kink, mild free use, sub space (reader is very disconnected from reality), cockwarming, pussy eating, squirting, deepthroating, face fucking, wall sex, floor sex, AS I SAID.... FILTH word count: 4k

you practically live in joel's bed now.

it's only been three days since he picked you up at the bus stop, brought you back and took care of you the way he always has, the way he knows best. and he hasn't stopped since he finally admitted his feelings for you, face buried in your bare shoulder with his cock still deep inside of you.

he fucks you every morning. every afternoon. every night. you have absolutely no idea where he gets the stamina, how the fuck he's able to keep going and going, but you're certainly not complaining. your bodies have practically melded into one at this point, warm and sticky and safe amid groans and whimpers that match each other, heartbeats that pound at the same rhythm.

you shower - together. you take snack breaks - together. you sleep - together. and in between he fucks you in every possible position the two of you can manage, big hands roaming the softness of your body, the sheer size of him dwarfing you whenever he's on top, beneath, behind.

you find that ever since you reunited with him, you feel different. you feel sort of disconnected from reality, from the real world, everything you left behind that night. your parents don't know where you are - although you doubt they care very much. you've missed three days of classes, were supposed to turn in a paper yesterday morning. you're essentially dead to the world and you find that you like it. you like that only joel knows where you are. you like that only joel knows who you are, has always known.

you've never been so lost in this dynamic you share, never gone so long without saying his real name or simply being apart. sure, you've always let him take control in the moments you've shared, have always been the smaller, softer one in his big and capable hands, have wanted it that way - but never like this. a broad and seemingly unlimited time period spans in front of you; there's no rush, no sneaking around, no threat of being found out. you're completely at his mercy, letting him do anything he wants, enjoying him doing anything he wants.

he periodically checks to make sure that you're alright, that you still want what's happening. it's been three full of days of him practically controlling your autonomy, keeping you locked away from the rest of the world in his bedroom, and he's rightfully concerned, though not necessarily complaining.

"i want this," you reassure him softly for what feels like the tenth time, cupping the greying scruff on his cheek as you lie together on his bed after he fucked you deep into the mattress til you saw stars, "just wanna be yours for a while, daddy," you lean forward to brush your nose against his, eyelashes fluttering tiredly against your cheeks.

"you tell me the second anything changes, okay?" he whispers. his legs are tangled with yours beneath the sheets, soft hair tickling your bare ankles, "if it gets to be too much, we stop."

"i will," you whisper, then lean in to kiss him softly, "i promise."

"daddy, i'm gonna come again," you whine, legs close to giving out as he presses you up against the wall opposite his bed, his large body pinning you against the cool surface. he's so fucking deep, has made a home within the innermost parts of your body, so far inside you can feel the tip of his cock poking through the pouch at the bottom of your tummy.

"i know, baby, i know," he pants in your ear, thrusting harder and faster and deeper, your bodies pounding into the solid expanse of the wall, "come on that cock, sweet girl. make her sing, come on darlin'," his hands are gripping your hips so tightly, his lips sucking a mark into your shoulder alongside the dozens of others he's left there over the past few days.

you shake in his arms, eyes rolling back as desperate sounds tear from your throat, rip through the room like animalistic snarls. you go practically limp and he has to hold you up, doesn't stop moving, just keeps fucking and taking and using.

he finishes only a moment later, pulsing deep inside as he bites into the tender skin of your shoulder and gives all of it to you. you're still full of him from this morning, thighs sticky with everything that's dripped out over the course of the past few hours.

"so much, daddy," you whimper, feeling his grip on your hips lessen slightly, hearing him groan as his cock continues to twitch and pump you full of his release, "so much, can feel all of it."

"i know, babygirl," he whispers, voice positively wrecked, "gotta keep you so full, gotta make you remember who owns this little pussy, right?"

"right," you agree softly, forehead leaning wetly against the wall.

"and who owns it, baby?"

"you do, daddy," you whisper back.

"good girl," he nuzzles his face into your neck; you can feel the sweat dripping down his jaw, hear him trying desperately to catch his breath as he moans against your skin, "such a good fuckin' girl for your daddy. just made to take this fuckin' cock."

you're both only able to lean against the wall for another moment before you're completely exhausted. he's still so deep, cock softening but not moving, staying pressed firmly within your walls. his hand comes up to rest on your tummy, pressing kisses all over your shoulder.

"feelin' full, baby?" he murmurs, "feelin' good?"

"so good," you sigh, eyes closing and tears stinging behind your lids - good tears, happy tears, fucking joyous tears - "want you to fuck me again, daddy. do it again."

he makes a strangled noise into your skin and then starts walking backwards with you, arms wrapping around your middle and tugging you toward the bed. you both fall down onto it in a heap, still gasping for air but not wanting to part from each other unless absolutely necessary.

"how many times is that now?" he mumbles, chest heaving against your back.

"i don't know," you admit honestly. your head leans back to rest against his sticky shoulder, tangled hair dripping onto his chest. his hands come up to squeeze your breasts, pull you harder against him like he never wants to let go. and you know he doesn't.

"just wanna fuck you over and over again," he whispers, breath hot against your neck, "take care of you. wanna show you who you belong to."

"i belong to you," you breathe, opening your legs and peering down at where you're still connected.

"good girl," he groans, and his hips jerk as his cock twitches inside you, "good fuckin' girl."

you both lay there catching your breaths for about five more minutes before joel slowly pulls out of you, the wet squelch borderline pornographic in the silence of his bedroom. you both listen as your pussy releases some of his come, eyes trailing down to watch the warm white liquid dribble down onto the sheets.

"fuckin' full of me," he murmurs, reaching a hand down to thumb some of it back inside, cupping your pussy with the palm of his hand. you whimper, bucking into it and biting down hard on your lip.

you've never felt so desired in your life, so wanted and taken care of. you could fall asleep right now and know that you're safe, know that joel will make sure all your needs are met before he gives it to you all over again. this is all you've needed this whole time, from the moment you stepped through your ex boyfriend's door and came face to face with the man whose arms were so warm around you in that first hug, the same arms you nestle comfortably in now.

"i love you, daddy," you mumble softly, eyelashes fluttering as your exhaustion takes over, "love you so much."

"i love you too, babygirl," he breathes, pulling his hand up and hugging you from behind again, "rest now for a little while."

he runs you a bath and wakes you when it's full, carries you to the bathroom and places you inside the tub. you drift off again as he washes you, wipes you clean of all the sweat and tears and come, stays with you until he has to wake you up again to dry you off. you're nothing more than a doll in his arms, pliant and loose, allowing him to touch you everywhere he needs to before carrying you back to bed where he's already replaced the sheets.

he makes you a snack - popcorn, your favorite. feeds it to you with a knowing look that makes you squirm under his gaze. as he pops a kernel into your mouth you find yourself wrapping your lips around his finger and thumb, tongue slowly licking off the butter and salt. you push the popcorn to the back of your cheek and instead focus entirely on sucking joel's fingers, wet and tight.

"oh babygirl," he breathes, voice soft, "need daddy's cock again, huh? need to suck on it, don't you?"

you nod, already desperate, eyes big and round as he pushes his fingers further into your mouth, presses down on the back of your tongue. you swallow around him lewdly, eyes watering.

"open," he whispers, and you obey, only for him to slowly pull his fingers out - along with the popcorn in your cheek - and then stand up by the edge of the bed, reaching for his zipper, "nice and wide, baby."

a moment later you're choking on the thick length of his cock, the tip prodding the back of your throat while he tangles his fingers in your hair and peers down at you calmly, eyes dark, hips slowly thrusting.

"thaaat's it," he whispers, helping you move your head back and forth as he fucks your face, "there you go, sweet girl. that's what you needed, huh?"

your head is swimming, eyes full of tears, heart full of love and devotion as you lock your gaze with his and moan around his cock. his brow furrows as he looks at you, nods in your direction with eyes that soothe and relax you.

"daddy's good little girl," he murmurs, and pride swells in your chest.

he goes down on you a lot. especially in the morning, when you're just slowly waking up and don't have the energy to get on all fours or climb on top of him to ride. he crawls down beneath the sheets and noses your puffy pussy lips, presses kisses all over the parts that feel raw and tender. he laps at your folds, eyes hooded and hazy like he's enjoying a delicacy he's never experienced before, every single time.

"poor baby," he murmurs, pulling back to pull apart your lips and peer down at your fucked-out hole, "so used, honey," he licks a stripe up your pussy and you writhe in the sheets, "daddy used her all up, huh?"

you look down at him with a pout, eyes large and innocent, "she likes getting used, daddy," you whisper.

"i know she does," he agrees quietly, then slowly prods his tongue inside, licking at your pulsing walls and sucking on all your favorite spots, leaving you a whimpering and whining mess above him.

he makes you squirt, something you only discovered you could do yesterday, something he's now made you do at least six times since that first time. your wetness coats his lips, his chin, drips down his jaw all over the sheets as he leans back in and laps up every drop he can manage. your eyes roll back, hoarse cries croaking past your lips as another steady stream of your release practically pistons into his mouth. he groans as he swallows, low and deep.

it's dirty. it's intense. it's real.

you find yourselves splayed together on the floor of his bedroom on the third day, nothing but a throw blanket between your bodies and the hardwood. your head rests against the soft expanse of his tummy, the hair above his belly button tickling your ear as he breathes in and out.

he just fucked you so good. practically bent you in half against the floor with your ankles dangling by your ears. he was so deep; so fucking deep that he had you screaming for him, screaming so high and loud and wild that he'd had to cover your mouth before the neighbors called the cops. he'd let out a multitude of his own loud noises when he'd come inside you, holding you still while he filled you to the brim and then released his hand from your mouth so you could let out one last pathetic whine.

now he cards his fingers through your hair, hums something soft and angelic somewhere above you while you drift in and out of consciousness. you've never felt so close to another person in your life.

"so sleepy, babygirl," he whispers in between his humming, scratches a pleasant spot behind your ear, "all tuckered out, huh?"

you make a quiet noise of agreement, nestling your cheek further into the squishy warmth of his belly. his cock rests low and flaccid only a few inches away, a sight that makes your mouth water all over again. you're starting to wonder if you'll ever be sated. you don't ever want to leave this room.

"daddy's gonna run another bath for you," he murmurs, "that sound nice?"

you nod, still unable to really say anything. your body aches, your jaw is sore, your skin is covered in love bites and small bruises. a bath sounds very nice right about now.

"you doin' okay, baby?" he adds softly, still running his fingers through your hair, "you with me?"

you're not really sure how to answer that. you still don't really feel like yourself. he knows that too, but just wants to check and make sure you're still in this headspace. he's probably wondering when you're ever going to come out of it. if you're ever going to come out of it.

"i'm with you, daddy," you mumble, pressing a featherlight kiss to his tummy, "i'm here."

you can miss class, but joel can't miss work, at least not for long. he's eased himself of a few of his duties, handed some stuff over to his employees via email, but there are certain things he can't avoid for very long. luckily though, he can work from home.

early on the fourth day - after eating your pussy for about twenty minutes and making you come three times - he leans against the headboard with his laptop placed precariously on his belly and answers some emails, does his best to do some of the work he's behind on. you sleep for most of it, but wake up when you hear him chatting to someone on the phone beside you.

"gonna have to change that," he's saying quietly, cell pressed up against his ear, "the crew's not gonna be happy."

you peer up at him with a sleepy expression, blinking a few times. he only notices you've woken up when you stretch your arms above your head, breasts peeking out from under the sheets - you see his gaze drop to them immediately.

he points to the cell and makes a face, mouthing sorry and rolling his eyes, making you giggle. he wastes no time in reaching over and squeezing one of your breasts in his palm, then starting to toy with your hardening nipple as he continues the conversation.

"no, that won't work either," he says, pinching it between his thumb and finger and making you jolt a bit, "last thing we need is another person quittin' on us for shit we coulda prevented."

you look up at him, dazed and already wet underneath the sheets as he rolls your nipple between his fingers over and over, the corner of his mouth twitching up when you inch a bit closer to him, pushing your chest out for easier access.

"how about we just do what was already suggested?" joel continues, and you watch his eyes grow dark when you pull the sheet down and expose your naked body to him in its entirety, opening your legs and showing him your already glistening pussy, still wet and juicy from his saliva and your arousal, "yeah," he says, voice hitching a bit, "yeah, that's good."

he closes his laptop and places it on the nightstand, then turns back to you and carefully pulls down his own side of the sheet with one hand, showing you his equally naked body - and hardening cock.

"that should work," he says quietly, then points to his length, tilting his head slightly as he peers into your eyes, "yeah, that's what we need."

you climb into his lap, wasting no time in taking hold of his cock and positioning it at your entrance. you sink down onto it with hooded eyes, mouth popping open as he fills you with a calm expression, still talking on the phone.

"good," he says, "that sounds good. that's what we'll do."

you're still tired and achy, not really able to hold yourself up properly from everything your body has been through over the past three days. riding him was so much easier on that first day when your thighs didn't feel so sore. as if he can read your mind he wraps an arm around your back and pulls you in so you're chest to chest, allows you to place your chin on his shoulder as you bottom out on his length and sigh delicately in his ear. he trails his fingers up and down your back, noses your ear gently.

"so, what about the transportation issue?" he asks into the phone, tightening his arm around you and holding you still on his cock, like he just wants you to sit there until he's done the conversation - something you have absolutely no issue doing. "uh huh, yeah, that'll need to be in writing."

you stay connected like that for the next half an hour, pussy throbbing continuously around his length and getting wetter and wetter the longer he drones on and on with whoever it is from his company that's got a matter so pressing it couldn't be done through an email. hearing the faint sound of another person talking sends a sort of recognition into your brain you hadn't been expecting - a reminder that other people actually exist outside of this bedroom, that life is continuing to go on.

you can feel the spell starting to be broken and you're not sure how it makes you feel.

by the time he finally hangs up the phone you find that you've started to come back to some semblance of reality, whatever your reality is at this point. you remember that you have a phone somewhere, in your bag - wherever that's ended up in the clutter of joel's room - and that you might have unread messages, missed calls. you remember the fact that you had a paper to turn in and it sends a wave of anxiety to the pit of your stomach. you remember why you're here in the first place, how awful the other night had been until joel picked you up.

joel hangs up the phone and tosses it to the side, then wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, buries his nose in your neck and breathes in.

"you're such a good girl, baby," he murmurs, big hands traveling skillfully up and down your spine, "so patient on daddy's cock."

you don't say anything, brow furrowed and expression completely out of his view as you hitch your chin on his shoulder and dig your fingers into his back.

"need to be fucked, baby? or do you just wanna sit on it for a little while longer?" he still hasn't sensed a change, still waiting to make the decisions, half expecting you to mumble something incoherent.

"um, actually," you say softly, voice gravely and dry, "i think... i think i need some air."

he pulls back immediately to peer at your face, eyebrows going up in surprise when he sees you. you're not sure how you've appeared to him over the past few days, probably had a permanent look of ecstasy on your face, innocent and naïve, oblivious to everything. he must see something different now; recognition, realization, something that shows you're coming out of it.

"of course," he breathes, hands going down to carefully pull you up from his cock. you wince at the strain of your muscles as you lift yourself from his lap and settle on the bed again, making a face. you feel his finger on your chin as he tilts your head up to look at him, expression one of pure concern and love.

"are you back, babygirl?" he asks softly, eyes soft, "feelin' like yourself again?"

you swallow around the lump in your throat, nodding slowly as tears blur your vision, "i think so," you hiccup, "and i don't like it."

he sits with you on his back patio, lets you lean against the solidness of him on the wooden steps as you stare out at the trees and grass, the blue expanse of sky and singing birds.

you cry for a long time. you don't really know why.

he makes you pasta for dinner, puts on cheesy 80s music and dances dorkily around the kitchen as it boils in the pot. you sit on a stool by the island and just shake your head at him with a genuine smile and tired eyes, hair wet from your first shower without him in days. you're wearing your own clothes again, freshly washed. you feel a bit more yourself now.

things are starting to make a bit more sense as time passes. you figure it all caught up to you that night, much more than you'd realized. you'd thought it would all be okay once you were back in joel's embrace, but you'd still been running from things you couldn't face. the things you'd been through, the things you'd done.

"you just needed to... not think for a while," joel tells you softly as his fingers card through your hair later that night. you both lie together in the dewy grass of his backyard, staring up at the stars, breathing in the cool air. "that's the only way i can think to explain it."

you nod slowly, biting your lip, "i was so annoying," you say with a grimace, "like i literally demanded every second of your attention, didn't i? i'm so sorry."

"babygirl, i am not complaining," he murmurs with a chuckle, pulling you in a bit closer, "it was nice. it was... fun."

you smile, "it was. it was fun."

you cuddle with him as the evening turns into night, quiet and safe. you never thought you'd get to this point, never thought you'd ever be able to just exist with him, just be.

"my only complaint," he suddenly says, a bit of a grumbly edge to his voice, "is that i think i destroyed my back."

you snort, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth.

"i'm serious," he groans quietly, nosing your hair, "i'm gonna have to go to a chiropractor after all that."

you can't help but laugh, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw as you smile up at him.

"sorry, daddy."

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #fic: bd!joel #*

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skbeaumont · 7 months ago

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Five for Five | Joel x Reader Oneshot

“I ain’t stupid.” His tone is heavy now, words grating out of his throat like rusty razor blades. “Last I checked, we had one hundred and two. There’s ninety-seven here. That’s five missing.”

Summary: It was probably a stupid idea to trade five ration cards for a tiny bottle of perfume, and it's not surprising that Joel is angry, but you think it might just be worth it. Tags/warnings: fem reader, smut, dubcon, spanking, punishment, dom!Joel, sub!reader, first time, oral (m receiving), fingering, pet names, unprotected p in v, aftercare. Word Count: 4k

A/N: Forgive me father for I have sinned. This is pure filth. Please mind the tags/warnings.

“Where are the rest?”

Joel’s voice cuts through you as soon as you step inside the apartment. It’s late, already dark out, and the dangerous edge to his words makes you jump as you step inside, shoulders aching, feet numb from the long walk back home through the QZ.

“Jesus fuck, Joel. What are you doing here?”

He doesn’t answer, just holds up his hand and shakes the stack of ration cards that are clutched in his fist. The only light is coming from the wonky reading lamp in the corner and it casts an amber glow over the apartment and Joel’s stern face.

“I said,” his voice is steady, clear, but you can already hear the frustration that’s buried underneath it, the anger that’s so quick to rise in him threatening to bubble over, “where are the rest?”

“They should all be there,” you reply, letting your eyes fall down to your boots, toeing them off so that you don’t have to look at his face.

“Well, they ain’t.” He takes a step toward you, his own boots heavy on the worn linoleum floor. “And I wanna know where they are.”

“Did you check under the floor?”

Of course he’s checked under the floor, and of course they aren’t there, because last night you took a handful – five, max – and traded them for a tiny bottle of perfume that’s now stuffed under your mattress. Joel rarely checks the ration cards – he lets you deal with that side of the dodgy business you’ve been running together for the last year and a half – so you’d thought you could get away with it. That he wouldn’t notice. But this is Joel, and he’s noticed.

With this last he slams the pile down on the kitchen side next to you, stepping right up into your space so that you feel his breath – hot and tinged with the scent of cheap bourbon – on the side of your face. You’ve seen him angry so many times, but it’s never been directed at you before, and you’re starting to understand why most people avoid his gaze in corridors, why men cross the street when they see him coming.

“Did you miscount?” You ask, fighting to keep your voice level, light.

“Did I miscount?” He repeats, slow, each word enunciated like it’s a full sentence on its own, and you realise it was probably the worst thing you could have said.

His fingers are hot on your chin when he grabs it, tilting your reluctant face up, dragging your eyeline to meet his. His face is a sight to behold: eyebrows furrowed, deep groves carved out in the lines that surround them, his jaw tense, a muscle twitching as he grinds his teeth. There’s danger in his eyes; a fire behind them that burns as he stares down at you.

“No, I didn’t miscount.” He spits the last word out, eyes tracing the blush that’s crawling up your throat, the way your eyes dart away from his, the flicker of your pulse – fast, rising – in your throat. The trace of the misdirection, the lie, so obvious.

He can read you like a book, always could. But you’re stubborn. You’re not giving anything away if you don’t have to. Those cards are yours as much as they’re his, and this one thing you’ve allowed yourself in eighteen months is worth the way his fingertips are digging into the sides of your face.

“What did you trade ‘em for?” He asks.

“Fuck you.”

He laughs at this, lets your face go and takes a single step back, swings his arm to his side and lets it carry him into a half turn. You slump back against the door, peeling paint sticking uncomfortably to your back. But it’s a short-lived reprieve.

“Fuck me?” He repeats, turning back to you. “After all I’ve done for you, all the shit I’ve taken for you-”

“I didn’t ask you to!” Your voice is shrill compared to his gruff curses, but you continue, adrenaline spiking, “And you’ve been the cause of at least half of that shit, Joel. Don’t make out like you’re some knight in shining armour when we both know the truth!��

The truth: that he’s brutal, feared by almost everyone in the QZ; that people only trade with the two of you because of your hard work and negotiation skills. Joel’s good for enforcing things, for smuggling things in and out, and for sending a message when anything goes wrong, but he’s also a broken man whose anger has got him into more than a few scrapes that you’ve had to get him out of with nothing more than your sharp tongue and quick thinking.

He lets you rally this outburst at him, doesn’t blink in the face of it, until you’ve finished. Then he’s striding back to you, slamming the hand holding the cards hard against the door behind you. It makes you flinch away but his other hand’s back on your jaw, grip tighter this time, forcing you to look up at him.

“Where are the rest?” He repeats, brandishing the ration cards so that they’re inches from your face.

“They’re mine as much as they’re yours.” You say, quietly defiant despite the way your voice shakes.

“You trade them?”

“What does it matter?”

“Nuh-uh,” He twists his hand, turns your face away so that you’re forced to look to the side instead of into his face and he can say the next words into your ear. “This ain’t how this works. I ask the questions, you answer ‘em. Did. You. Trade. Them?”

His face is so close to yours now that you can feel spit landing on your cheek as he speaks, his breath hot in your ear. It shouldn’t turn you on, but it does. You can feel yourself getting wet, slick pooling unbidden between your thighs. It’s hard to ignore a man like Joel, but it’s even harder to get close to him. You don’t think he’s ever been so near to you before, not even when you’ve tended each other’s wounds after a run went south.

You’ve always wanted him to; held a secret flame that’s grown brighter and hotter over the last few months. There’s something undeniably attractive about Joel. The way he moves, the quiet confidence he exudes and the brutal, coiled power of him. You’ve watched him set his fist into another man’s jaw and wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of his temper, his passion.

Now, with his face so close to yours, his thick fingers digging into your jaw, you feel yourself sinking into it, relaxing despite the tension of the situation. You want this, you want his anger and razor-sharp focus. It’s overwhelming in the best way, and you feel tears burning at your lower lashline.

“Yes. I traded them.”

A tear slides down you face and Joel’s eyes trace its path as it glides over your check, pooling in the corner of your mouth, salty and unrepentant.

“What for?”

“Perfume.”

He laughs again, but this laugh is full of derision, not mirth. It’s a punch of a laugh, straight from his chest, catching in his throat and distorting into a growl that sends a shiver up your spine and a bolt of lightning through your cunt.

“Perfume.” He repeats, turning your face in his hand so that you’re looking at him again.

His pupils are blown wide, his face a mask of fury and something else that has you pressing your thighs together, seeking friction. He notices you doing it, lets his eyes follow the movement of your hips, the desperate, needy breaths you’re sucking in. He grins, teeth bared.

“And what, exactly, do you need perfume for?” He asks, not giving you time to answer before he’s bending down and pressing his nose into the side of your neck, inhaling deeply, stubble scratching your throat. “Smell sweet enough to me already.”

“Joel, please,” you say, but you’re not sure what you’re asking for, because he’s licking a thick stripe up the side of your throat and you think if he stops you might scream.

“Buy it for those boys I see sniffing around you sometimes? Huh?” He asks, drawing back from you and shaking your face in his hand roughly. “Knew you were nothing but a fucking slut.”

“I just- I wanted something nice.” You try to explain, the words catching in your throat as he slides one thick thigh between yours.

“Something nice? What makes you think you deserve something nice, hmm? Ain’t nothing nice in this place, you should know that as well as I do.”

And you do, God knows you do. The QZ is dark and twisted and fucking soul-crushing, but you’d wanted the perfume, wanted it with a deep yearning that matches the way you want Joel to keep going now, to push you and punish you and take what he wants.

“I think you need to learn a lesson, baby.”

You’re nodding into his hand, tears rolling down your face, splashing onto his thick fingers. He lets go of your jaw, takes you by the wrist and pulls you into the room, toward the sofa, over his knee when he sits. Your stomach is pressed into his thighs, face buried in the dirty sofa cushion and he’s got one hand pressing into your spine, the other searching out the button of your jeans. He undoes it, wastes no time in dragging the worn denim down your shaking thighs.

“You’re gonna lie there and take it, you hear me?” He says, splaying a hand over your bare ass cheek, moving the line of your knickers out of the way so that he can squeeze the meat of you, fingers dipping between your thighs, finding the slick liquid that’s leaking from you.

“Jesus Christ, you’re soaked already. Fuckin’ filthy little thing, aren’t you?” His accent is somehow thickening, vowels lengthening, the twang of his consonants increasing.

“I asked you a question.” He says when you don’t immediately reply, and you nod your head, wipe your wet eyes against the sofa.

“Count for me.” He says, and before you can take a breath to prepare, his hand is coming down sharply on you.

The sting is sharp; delicious.

“Count.” He hisses, and you whisper a faint one, breaking off into a moan when he lets his fingers graze the side of your puffy lips.

You wish you could see his expression, see if this is affecting him as much as its affecting you, if he’s watching with something like ecstasy on his handsome, haunting features.

The second smack is harder than the first, sharper and sweeter for it. It makes you jerk against him but he’s holding you down firmly with one solid hand in the middle of your back, pressing you into his thighs, into his lap. The denim of his jeans is rough against your bare stomach, scratching you skin where your shirt’s risen up. The third slap makes you yelp, harder again, but he soothes it immediately with his palm, rubs the flesh of your ass.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Enjoying being bent over my lap and spanked like the dirty whore y’are, huh?”

You can’t believe the filth that’s dripping from his lips. Sure, he curses plenty, and you’ve heard him cuss out entire rooms full of angry men, but this is something else entirely. This is animalistic and derogatory and indecent. And God help you, its sending rushes of hot liquid practically gushing down your thighs.

“Be so easy to slide myself inside you, you’re so goddamn wet.” He says as he sends another harsh slap onto your ass. “Open you up and press myself inside this soaking cunt, hmm? Bet you’d let me, too, let me do fucking anything to you.”

“Yes, Joel, please, anything.”

His third laugh of the afternoon is throaty and coarse, full of self-indulgence. It makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck, makes you clench your thighs together and grind your teeth to stop you from crying out again.

“You gonna come like this, baby?” He asks, sliding his hand over the meat of your ass, down between your thighs to press at your entrance, slipping beneath your ruined underwear. “Come on my lap like the dirty fucking slut I know you are?”

The sweet sting as he pushes two thick fingers inside you almost pushes you over the edge there and then, but you bite into your lip – probably drawing blood, but you’re too distracted to notice. He curls his fingers, drags the pads of them over the soft flesh inside you, seeking out that spot that makes you almost black out, pleasure ratcheting up so suddenly that you gasp, coming hard in his lap, muscles shaking and contracting, cunt squeezing his fingers tight.

“There she is,” He hisses, curling them again, chasing you as you shift against him, overstimulated.

How is he so good at this? You’ve never seen him with anyone – he’s always given the impression that he has no interest in sex, in relationships, friendships, even. But the expert way that he’s playing your body like an instrument, chasing your moans and gasps like they’re the air he needs to stay alive, tells a completely different story. And when you jerk in his grip and he presses you harder against him, shifting on the sofa, there’s suddenly a very clear indication of just how much of an affect this is having on him, too.

“Shit,” His voice is ragged now: This outburst isn’t controlled in the way that the rest of the curses he’s been spewing into your ears have been. It’s unexpected and bitten back behind a grunt as your hip comes into contact with his cock – a solid, hot weight that fills the front of his jeans, pressing the button of his flies into you, his pocket a line of stitches on your stomach.

The next smack is all the harder for the tiny huff of a giggle you let out, which turns quickly into a hiss of pain when his palm comes down hard against you.

“Concentrate,” He warns when you don’t immediately count the spank aloud. “’m teaching you a fuckin’ lesson, here, remember?”

“Four.” You say, pressing your face harder into the cushion, rolling your hips just slightly so that his cock twitches against your stomach.

“Five for five.” He says, soothing your heated flesh with the palm of his hand before bringing it down one final time. “Five. Think you’ve learnt your lesson?”

You twist round in his lap, eyes dancing when you see the flush that’s tinted his cheeks, the way his gaze is lingering on the swell of your ass cheek in his hand, perspiration beading on his heavy brow.

“I don’t know, Joel, do you?” You say, voice teasing, and he snaps his eyes up to your face as he hisses through clenched teeth.

“Fuckin’ mouth on you, you insolent little slut,” he curses, fisting the collar of your shirt and pulling you upright, opening his legs so that you slide between them onto the cold lino floor.

“Think we can find a better use for it, hmm?” He leans back against the couch, pops the first button on his jeans. Your eyes follow the movement hungrily, unable to look away as he slide the zip down painfully slowly, tooth by tooth, the clicks loud in the silent apartment.

He doesn’t take the jeans off, just pushes them far enough down his thighs that he can fist his cock where it sits, heavy and thick, in his underwear. There’s a dark stain at the tip that makes your mouth water, and when he drags his briefs down, too, you lick your lips greedily.

He’s painfully hard – head flushed a deep red, veins standing out boldly against his thick shaft. There’s a thatch of dark hair at the base, and his balls are heavy and full when he tucks the waistband of his briefs underneath them.

He strokes himself lazily a few times and you let yourself look up to his face. His eyes are dark, pupils eating into the deep brown irises, brows furrowed slightly. The amber light of the lamp is casting his face partly in shadow and it only accentuates the strong, curved line of his nose, the deep creases that lines his eyes and forehead. He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that exists, his gaze so sharp and focused it makes you dizzy.

“C’mon then,” he says, running a hot hand up your jaw to grip the back of your neck, pulling you in towards him. “I got no doubt you know exactly what you’re doing here.”

The scent of him is musky and something distinctly masculine, and you bury your nose in the thick hair at the base of him, place a heated kiss to the side of one thigh. This alone make him moan, a deep, throaty sound that lights you up from the inside.

You press your lips to the tip of him, flick your tongue out to kitten lick at the slit.

“Fuck,” he curses.

He’s sensitive. When you wrap a hand around the base of his cock and place your lips around him he hisses, fingers tightening their grip in your hair, free hand fisting the loose cover of the worn couch. You take him further in, suck your cheeks in to caress him, work your tongue over the delicate ridge at the head of his cock. He tastes like salt and sweat and something distinctly Joel, masculine and heady. When he hits the back of your throat you try not to gag, try to swallow him down, throat contracting around him so that he groans and curses.

“Jesus Christ, baby. Your mouth is fuckin’ filthy.”

You grin around his cock, work your hand over the part of him that won’t fit, then pull back and lick one long strip up his shaft, letting your tongue follow one of the thick veins. He presses himself back into your mouth, tightens his grip on the back of your neck and raises his hips off the sofa.

“You want me to fuck that pretty little mouth, baby?” He asks, and you nod, feel hot tears prickling in your eyes when he starts moving, dragging his hips back and then forward, forcing his cock into your mouth, down your throat so that you feel like you’re choking, like all that exists is Joel and his hard cock, his breathy moans and filthy mouth.

“Got such a clever fuckin’ mouth, baby. Just needed to find a way to put it to good use- shit, yeah, that’s it.” He pushes you down once more, groans as he bottoms out on your throat, then releases the back of your neck so that you can pull back.

You’re a mess, tears rolling down your face, saliva pooling in your mouth and joining your lips with Joel’s cock in long strings. Joel’s looking down at you with fire in his eyes, his dark gaze flicking from your mouth to your eyes to the open buttons of your shirt and the swell of your ass.

“Get up,” He says, wrapping his hand around your upper arm and pulling you to your feet.

Before you’ve time to get your balance he’s bending you over, forcing you onto your hands and knees on the sofa. He lines himself up behind you, drags the blunt head of his cock through your soaking folds and presses himself inside your cunt.

The stretch is intense. You squeeze your eyes shut, press yourself back against him as he inches inside. He pauses for a split second when he’s sheathed himself fully inside, then pulls out and begins a punishing pace, fucking you into the sofa, his hands gripping your hips so hard you’re sure he’ll leave marks in the shape of his fingertips.

“Pussy’s gripping me so fuckin’ tight, darlin’” He says, and something in your chest swells at the sound of ‘darlin’’ rolling off his tongue like that, full of something that’s dangerously close to fondness.

He’s a cacophony of contradictions, greedy hands gripping your hips possessively, then smoothing up your back under your shirt before sliding back down to slap the soft flesh of your ass. His thrusts are hard and intense, cock hitting that spot inside you that makes electricity jolt in your stomach with each movement, but then he bends over you, slows his hips so that he can kiss the skin of your throat. His voice – deep, husky, reverberating in his chest – keeps up a filthy chorus that has you whimpering into the couch, but he’s praising you, offering you gentle encouragement, his words warm and dirty and entirely overwhelming.

Being so good for me, baby, pussy’s so fuckin’ wet and tight around me. Can feel you getting close, you gonna come like this, huh? With my cock buried deep inside this pretty little cunt?

Without waiting for an answer he wraps an arm around you and finds your clit with two of his thick fingers. He starts rubbing confident circles over it, bringing you closer and closer to your inevitable climax. You grip his arm with your fist; fingernails digging into hard muscle.

Then suddenly you’re coming apart, white noise blocking out the sound of his hips slapping into yours and his voice and the low level hubbub of the other apartments, until there’s nothing left but your pleasure and his cock and his clever fingers, his nose pressed into your throat, teeth nipping the tendons there.

The world fades back into existence as you come down, muscles jolting. You feel yourself clenching around him with the aftershocks. Joel gasps into your neck, squeezes your tits over your shirt.

“Fuck, just like that, gonna come in this sweet cunt. Shit, that’s it.” His thrusts falter, hips slamming into yours.

You feel him twitch inside you as he comes, ropes of hot cum painting the inside of you, his stuttering breath at your ear.

You stay as you are for a moment, both gasping for breath, hearts hammering in your chests. His embrace is suddenly tender, muscles shifting as he relaxes against you. You don’t say anything, but he presses a kiss to the side of your neck, and that simple gesture opens a floodgate in your chest.

He pulls out of you but keeps his arm around you, guides you both down to lie on the couch, your back pressed to his front. The light in the apartment feels different than it did earlier, the orange hue warmer, kinder than it was.

Joel peppers kisses along the back of your neck and over each shoulder, his strong arm keeping you firmly against him. He wraps a thick thigh over both of yours and tightens it, anchoring you in place. You sigh in contentment, head quieter than it’s been for months, years, possibly.

“I didn’t hurt you?” He says into your hair, voice low.

“No, Joel.”

“You sure? I’m sorry if I was too rough. I don’t- I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I liked it, Joel.”

He chuckles darkly, hooks his chin over your shoulder and teases the skin under your ear with his teeth.

“Fuckin’ filthy, aren’t you? Always knew you were.” He presses his nose to your neck, inhales deeply. “Perfume’s nice, by the way.”

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thetriumphantpanda · 1 year ago

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she a bad lil bitch, she a rebel | joel miller

Summary | Joel has to teach you a damn lesson, just like always.

Pairing | Brat Tamer!Joel x F!Reader

Word Count | 4K

Warnings | brat tamer!Joel, softdom!Joel, praise kink, implied age gap, spanking, use of rope restraints, hair-pulling, edging, orgasm denial, squirting, (1) singular pussy slap, unprotected PiV sex, rough sex, oral sex (M&F receiving), face-fucking, fingering, dirty talk, breath play, biting, cum play/cum eating, reader is a bratty menace, aftercare(!), no use of y/n.

Authors Note | All I'm going to say is this came to me in a dream and I had to get it down on paper. Mostly written on my phone with very little proofreading, so any mistakes are my own and I will live and die by them. This is basically just pure filth. Enjoy, and happy birthday to that old man. I love him but I would give him the hardest time, just like reader.

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If there was one thing that you lived for, it was pushing Joel Miller’s patience. The poor man had wandered into Jackson, little girl in tow, looking worn and weary almost a year ago, and from the moment you set eyes on him, you just knew you had to give this old man a run for his money.

You’d started subtle, flirting with him on patrol, taking his distaste at your attempt to talk to him at every second as a personal challenge to break him, to work him down just enough to make your move. After a couple of weeks, he’s started talking, mainly in single word answers, but you’d managed to slowly chip him down.

Then came the weekly drinks at The Tipsy Bison, everyone on patrol usually went, apart from those scheduled to be out that day, but he’d started laughing at your jokes and had even opted to sit next to you on occasion. Then one night, he’d walked you home, you’d had one too many glasses of whiskey, kissed him on the porch but agreed it wasn’t right to fuck right then, but he’d come back, that next night, both of you sober, and you’d kissed him again, and the rest really was history.

It’s late afternoon when he comes through his front door, toeing his boots off as the door slams behind him. You’ve been led on his couch for most of the afternoon, reading a book you’d plucked from his shelf – some nonsense Western that did nothing to keep your attention, but was enough to keep you occupied whilst you waited for him to come home.

“Afternoon,” You sing to him as he shrugs his jacket off, hanging it on the coat stand near the door, “Good patrol?”

“Was fine,” He grumbles, just like he always does, he swats at your legs to get you to move them enough for him to sit down, “Scoot,” You lift them up just long enough for him to ease himself onto the couch, before you put them back down on his lap, abandoning the book on the coffee table, “You sort the stuff in the kitchen like I asked?”

“No.” You say simply, shaking your head, subtly digging the heel of your foot into the front of his jeans.

His big palm circles your ankle, gripping in warning, “What about the sheets, you wash ‘em?”

“Did you see them pegged out when you came home?” You ask, sweetly, using your other foot now to dig into his jeans.

“Will you fuckin’ quit it?” He seethes a little, other hand gripping your other ankle to still you, “What have you done all day, huh?” He implores, “I don’t keep ya around to lounge about lookin’ pretty.”

You chuckle, “That’s exactly why you keep me around, old man.”

“Shut up,” He squeezes at your ankles, “I asked you a question, you gonna answer me?”

You shrug, “Woke up late,” You hold up one finger, “Felt horny so I got myself off,” Another finger, “Had a shower, used the last of that nice soap,” Another finger, “Made lunch,” Another finger, “And then led here reading one of your stupid books until you came home.” A final finger raised so you’re holding up and entire hand, palm facing towards him.

You’re looking at him, all scowling face and dark eyes as his fingers wrap even tighter around your ankles. If you didn’t know him like you did, you’d be frightened, but you know he’s just thinking about the best way to deal with you. You wonder which of his lessons he’s going to bring out today as the look he’s giving you shoots straight down to your core.

“I ask you to do two things,” He sighs, like he’s tired, “I ain’t exactly expectin’ slave labour from you, and you sit here and treat it like the Hilton?”

“What’s the Hilton?” You ask, genuinely curious, thinking it must have been something from the times before all this, the times you were too young to remember.

“Forget it.” He growls, and you think any minute now he’s gonna move to drag you off and show you just how bad you’ve been, but he doesn’t move, just sits with your ankles clasped in his hands, staring at the wall in front of him.

“I’ve been so bad Joel,” You goad, trying to wriggle your ankles free, “Aren’t you going to teach me a lesson?”

“No,” He spits, “I ain’t, because you like it too damn much, ain’t teachin’ you anythin’ because you never learn.”

You pout a little, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “Promise to listen real hard this time Joel,” You promise, “Try and learn and much as possible.”

“No,” He speaks, stern tone, with a warning squeeze to your ankles again, “Been a long day, don’t have the energy to bring you into line.”

“Ah, I see,” You muse, “You’re feeling too old today.”

“What did you just say t’me?” He’s incredulous now, good, you’ve got him just where you want him.

“Oh, nothing,” You giggle, “Don’t worry.”

It seems to do the trick though, because he’s pushing himself up from the couch, gripping at your wrist now to pull you up as well. He pushes you gently by the small of your back to get you to walk in front of him, “Upstairs.” Is the only instruction he gives, along with a playful swat to your bottom as you start up the stairs.

He’s crowding behind you, always following just one step behind as you make your way to his bedroom, suddenly aware that you didn’t make the bed when you rolled out of this morning. That’s surely another black mark to your name, you think, as he sits down on the edge of the bed.

“Get undressed.”

This is new, normally Joel liked to be the one to unwrap you, but you start working on the buttons of your shirt, undoing it and dropping it to the floor, followed closely behind by your jeans, leaving you standing in front of him in your underwear, “All of it.” He demands.

Your hands shakily reach behind you to unclasp your bra, dragging it from your body to land with the rest of your clothes. You drag your panties down your legs and step out of them, wrapping your arms across your chest to try and cover yourself a little. Joel reaches out a hand to you, which you take timidly, expecting him to pull you into him so he could put his mouth on you, anywhere, but instead, you find yourself pulled to him and folded over his lap so quickly you let out a surprised yelp.

“So fuckin’ naughty, all the damn time baby,” He speaks softly, running his fingers down the length of your spine, “Don’t ever think you’ll learn how to be good.”

His hand trails down to your bare ass, gripping the skin with his hands, using his other arm to press you down into his lap, rough material of his jeans rubbing against the sensitive peaks of your tits and the soft skin of your tummy. He rubs his rough palm over the globes of your ass, anticipation building in your body. Then, he pulls away, bringing his palm down onto your ass with a satisfying ‘smack’ ringing through the air. It takes a while for your brain to catch up with what’s just happened, but then the stinging sensation settles across your skin and has you wriggling to get away.

“Keep still,” Joel chastises, free hand digging further into the small of your back to keep you from moving, “That’s one, how many do you think you deserve baby?” He muses, “Fifty?”

“W-what?!” You exclaim, “N-no Joel, that’s too much.”

“Forty then?” His palm is cradling at the skin he’s just spanked.

“T-ten?” You offer feebly.

“Oh baby girl,” He tuts at you, “Aim higher.”

“Fifteen?”

“How about we settle for twenty, baby?” He asks, all soft and sweet, “Twenty seems reasonable to me.”

He doesn’t give you time to agree, it would seem the bargaining time is over, as he brings his palm back down onto your ass, harder than before, but in the same exact place. It jolts you on his lap, makes you cry out. The front of your body dragging against his denim.

“How many?” He asks, rubbing his hand over the skin he’s just spanked.

“Two.” You reply quietly, trying to keep the whimper you want to let out to yourself.

“Good girl,” He praises, raising his hand again, “Keep count for me, okay?”

Smack.

“Three!” You shriek, as his palm yet again connects with that same patch of skin.

Smack.

“F-four.”

Smack.

“Oh fuck,” You groan, trying to wriggle away unsuccessfully, it’s already too much, “Five!”

Smack.

This one doesn’t hurt as much; Joel’s shifted the assault of his palm onto the virgin side of your ass for you. You suck in a deep breath, try and blink away the tears that have formed in your eyes, as his hand massages where it’s just struck. He gives you another four on that cheek, and then switches back to the original, bringing his palm back down onto the skin that you’re sure is reddening by now.

“Joel!” You cry out, tears dropping from your eyes now, but your body betrays you and arches your back for him, pushing your ass up like you’re asking for it, “E-eleven.”

It carries on like that, five spanks to each cheek until you’re practically sobbing over his lap. You count the twentieth spank and a feeling of relief washes over you as he bends over you to press a light kiss to the sore skin he’s left. It makes you hiss, the contact, no matter how gentle he is with it. Then, he’s shifting you off his lap and onto the bed, letting you scurry away to the top of the mattress as he stands.

The stinging of the skin of your ass is still making you sniffle as Joel shuffles to the bedside table, digging around in it. You’re not quite sure what he’s looking for, focusing mainly on trying to keep the red raw skin of your ass off the sheets, when he stands, throwing what he was looking for onto the sheets next to you. You turn your head and see the length of rope that he keeps in his drawer just for moments like this.

“Arms up.” He short with you, sitting on his knees next to you.

You do as you’re told, raising your arms above your head, still pushing your ass off the bed, but knowing soon enough you’ll be focused on something else that isn’t the stinging sensation of your ass. He takes your wrists and binds them together deftly, like it’s a walk in the park for him, like it’s something he does all the time. Then, once he’s sure your wrists are safely encased in rope, he takes the other end and ties it to his bed frame. He tugs slightly to make sure the way he’ll have you thrashing soon means that you won’t be able to pull yourself free.

“That okay?” He asks gruffly, to which you nod, “Words, baby.”

“Y-yes,” You stammer, “It’s okay.”

“Remember your word?” He asks, stepping off the bed to partially undress, shucking his jeans and flannel off, but keeping his t-shirt and boxers on.

“I remember.”

He hums in approval, settling himself on the bed between your thighs, using wide palms to spread you open for him. You’re absolutely soaked, pussy dripping with slick from his palms and the way he’s trussed you up to his bed.

Joel lets out a low whistle, letting his thumb rub up the length of your folds, “See,” He murmurs, using his thumb to gently spread the lips of your pussy to reveal your clit, already swollen and begging for attention, “Told ya that ya liked being punished too much,” He lets his thumb make a single swipe over that bundle of nerves, chuckling as you cry out, hips bucking to try and follow his finger, “She’s already fuckin’ soaked for me, baby.”

You let out a high-pitched mewl, a begging sound that you hope tells him that you need him to touch you, you need to feel the pleasure you know he’s capable of after the pain he’s just inflicted. Mercifully he obliges, pressing the calloused pad of his thumb back to your clit, slick gathered there from before, as he starts rubbing in fast, precise circles. You’ve been so worked up that you can already feel the coil tightening in your tummy, and you know Joel can sense it as well, the way your hips are moving in time to his movements and the way you’re arching your back off the bed are a dead giveaway.

You can feel yourself reaching that peak, so fucking close to tipping over the edge when he tears his hand away from your core and sits back, watching as you try and move back towards him, moaning in frustration at being left high and dry. You’re wriggling about, trying to close your thighs to rub them together to get yourself off, when he pushes a wide palm into your belly. He’s so powerful in the best way, stilling your movements immediately as you look up at him, face serious.

“Remind me what the second thing on your list was this mornin’, baby?” He asks, voice as innocent as pie.

You’re wracking your brain, lust making you more confused about what the fuck he’s even talking about. Then it dawns on you, what you’d told him downstairs. Felt horny so I got myself off.

“You’ve got a big brain baby,” He coos, one palm squeezing your thigh, “I know you remember, so go on, tell me what you did.”

“I g-got myself off.”

“And is that what good girls do?” He asks, hand ghosting back to your pussy, knuckles of his hand brushing over your skin there.

“N-no?” You question.

“That’s right,” He hums, fingers slipping between your folds once more to gather some of the insane amount of slick that’s pooling at your aching entrance, “And besides, gettin’ to come is a reward, and I ain’t sure you deserve that right now.”

His thumb is back on your clit now, moving in exactly the same way as before, with just the right amount of pressure to be building you back up. It feels so fucking good already and you know the way it feels when he tips you over the edge, you know how delicious it is and God, you want it so bad.

“Please Joel,” You beg, all throaty and lust-filled, “I’ll be so good, I promise.”

“Maybe ya should’a thought about that earlier,” He growls, “Before you came without me, thought you could do it better than me, huh?”

“No!” You exclaim, because that’s definitely not true, you could never make yourself feel the way he does, “Oh God, please Joel.” You’re so fucking close, just a few more passes of his thumb and you could do it, you know you could, but so does he, which is why he’s tearing his thumb away from you again.

You actually cry now, tears of frustration building in the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill over as you thrash around on the bed, hissing when the rope around your wrist digs in but not caring all that much.

“Quit your cryin’.” He chastises, hand on your hip to keep you still.

You whimper, lip wobbling, trying to keep your cool. All you want is to reach out to him. You think if you could touch him, he would give you what you want, so you’re pretty sure that’s why he’s got you tied to the damn bed, to keep himself in check, to see this through, because Joel Miller always folds to you when you put your hands on him, weak man that he is.

“You’re being so mean.” You cry out as he shifts, lying flat on his stomach so you can feel his breath on your aching pussy.

“You were the one beggin’ to get punished baby,” And it smarts because it’s true, “I’m only givin’ you what you wanted.”

He leans forward, tongue licking a stripe through your pussy, all the way up to your clit where he sucks the little bud into his mouth, rolls it between his lips and then lets it pop from his mouth like an ice-pop. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue a few times and you suck in a breath, your fingernails digging painfully into the palm of your hands as you focus on trying to reach the cliff edge and fall over it this time.

You’re holding your breath, hips working in time with the movements of his mouth, eyes screwed shut just trying to focus on how good it feels. You can hear the rustling of sheets, which means if you were to open your eyes and look down at him, you’d find him grinding himself into the bedsheets for his own relief. He pulls off you, and you’re about to curse him out when he speaks.

“You wanna come, baby?” He asks, punctuating it with a flick of his tongue.

“Oh please Joel,” You beg, and even to your ears it sounds wrecked and pathetic, “Please let me come.”

Then, you’re shrieking because the palm that has dealt so much damage to your ass this evening, has now swatted your aching cunt, “No.” He says simply, pushing himself back up and onto his knees.

He pulls his t-shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere behind him. You’re squirming as he shucks off his boxers, moving awkwardly to kick them off, before he’s mounting your body, those strong thighs straddling your chest as his throbbing cock rests just millimetres from your mouth. He reaches down, let’s his fingers tangle in your hair as he pulls your head forward roughly. Your mouth, like muscle-memory takes over, opens, and the head of his cock slips over your tongue. You can already taste the salty beads of pre-cum as he shuffles forward a little, easing his cock into your mouth until it’s hitting the back of your throat.

He holds your head steady with the fingers tangled in your hair as he fucks your throat. The sound is obscene, practically pornographic, the wet sounds that come as the head of his cock meets the back of your throat on every thrust. He pulls out of your mouth every now and then, when he’s thrust too hard and makes you gag on him, but fucking hell it’s turning you on so much. You can feel yourself literally dripping onto the sheets, you don’t think anything has ever made you this wet before.

He pulls his cock out of your mouth one last time, a string of saliva connecting him to your mouth until he pulls away enough for it break, laying wet across your chin and down your neck. Joel shuffles back down your body and you think finally, you’re going to get some relief.

He hooks your knees over his arms, pushing them forward to your chest as his throbbing cock slips through your folds. He rocks his hips a few times, the bulbous head of him swiping over your clit, before he unexpectedly buries himself into your soaked cunt in one go.

You actually sob at the feeling. You’ve been so empty all night, and now you’re so full of him, so crowded by his body, that you finally feel some kind of relief. He’s still for a moment – once it would have been to get you used to the heft of him inside you, but right now, you know it’s because he’s just as fucked as you are, and he wants to make sure you’ve truly learnt your lesson.

Once he’s collected himself, he sets a bruising pace. Cock dragging out of your slick heat and slamming back into you. He revels in the way your tits bounce with every thrust, so much so that he leans forward and bites at the flesh, sucking bruises into your skin as he pounds himself right into the very depth of you.

“Doin’ so good for me baby,” He groans out against your skin, sucking your nipple into his mouth, letting it go with a wet pop as he pushes himself back up for me, “Takin’ your punishment so well.”

The angle he’s got you folded into means the head of his cock is brushing against the spongy spot inside you every time. Your pussy is clenched so tightly around him that it’s a miracle he’s held on for this long. He finally brings his thumb back to your clit and you’re begging this time that he’ll let you finish, because if he doesn’t you’re pretty sure you might actually die.

“Joel,” You mewl, “I’m g-gonna – holy shit – m’gonna come.”

“Go on baby,” He finally relents, you let out a sob of relief, “Come on my cock for me, like a good girl.”

It’s so overwhelming when it finally happens. Your vision blurs and blood rushes to your ears, blocking out any sound that isn’t the beating of your pulse. Your pussy clenches impossibly tight around him as pleasure finally floods through every inch of your body. You feel yourself literally gush on his cock, soaking his skin, your skin, the bedsheets beneath you. You think you might even scream his name as your body convulses and shakes, arches up into him.

You’re slightly aware of him pulling his cock from inside you, letting your knees drop. You can hear the slap of his fist on his skin as he fists his cock, and then he’s growling out your name, his cum spattering over your tummy, lying hot and thick on your sticky skin. It’s silent for a good few moments, the only thing you can focus on is the sound of you both sucking in breath to your lungs and the burn of the rope around your wrists.

“Look at me.” Joel demands, and you do, your eyes meeting his, which are almost black with lust, his face flushed, sweat pooling at his hairline.

He drags a finger through the pools of his cum, bringing his fingers to your mouth. He presses them into the flat of your tongue, letting you swallow, which continues until you’ve cleaned every inch of him from your skin. He then works quickly to untie the knots that have you bound to the bed, freeing your skin from the burning feeling that’s settled there.

“Stay still,” It’s still demanding, but it’s softer now, as he gets off the bed, dropping the rope to the floor, “I’ll be right back.”

He comes back moments later with a glass of water and a cool cloth. He rolls you over onto your tummy, pressing the cool material to your ass, trying to soothe the red welts of his handprints that have already started to form. He presses soothing, open-mouth kisses to the skin before he rolls you back over onto your back.

He moves you because you’re pliant now, to rest against the pillows, handing you the water to drink as he runs the last of the cooling cloth over your lower tummy and through the folds of your spent cunt, then it’s discarded to the floor with everything else, and you’re being pulled to his chest, kiss pressed to your forehead.

“Too much?” He asks quietly, checking to make sure he hasn’t crossed some line with you.

“Just perfect.” You reply, eye-lids heavy with sleep.

He brings one of your wrists to his mouth, letting his tongue lick soothing stripes along the reddened skin there, kissing every now and then, but keeping you pressed tightly to his chest, you own arm draped around his waist.

“You learn your lesson?” He asks then.

“Probably not,” You hum against the sweaty skin of his chest, “I don’t think you’re ever going to fuck the attitude outta me, Miller.”

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mean!loganhowlett x mutant!reader one shot

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summary: you work at a shady dance club that offers other services. logan is a regular but this time he decides to implement his claws.

content warnings: very very VERY 18+. MDNI. claw worship and knife play!! mentions of blood and cutting. logan is very very mean and he likes hurting reader because he knows she can take it. reader is a mutant and a sex worker. please proceed only at your own risk, this is pure degeneracy and very very nsfw. also, sex, piv, mild slapping, lots of sucking and mention of bruises (only from the sex). vaguely set in the 70's after stryker's experiment (mostly only in my head because origins logan lives in my head rent free). also cameo from blue from sucker punch as a shout-out to baby me.

word count: 4k. longest from me.

a/n: since my utterly disgusting thoughts rubbed off on a lot of other people and the last claw worship fic was quite well received, i went ahead and wrote an nsfw version. this is pure filth and his fckin claws will never not make me feel some typa way. i will not apologise.

it's sweltering in the club, the music pounding, and the air filled with rising smoke from the hand-rolled cigarettes in the patrons' ashtrays. your mind is buzzing from the overstimulation and your muscles ache from the dancing, begging for a rest.

you love every last bit of it.

a man reaches up to where you're standing and tucks ten dollars into the string of your thong. you smile at him flirtatiously and sway down onto your haunches so you can lean in and thank him properly.

you've been in the trade long enough to know that the better you thank them, the more they keep coming back for. you're in the business of sales, really; conversions are everything. this business is fast business—there's the wall street boys and the dance girls, the two most proficient sales people in the world.

the man grins at your sultry voice, rewarding you with another ten dollars and a hot kiss to your neck. this isn't a no-touch club and that might be your favourite thing about working here. men are more likely to behave when they're allowed to touch rather than when they think they're rebelling by touching.

your hair, damp from sweat, sticks to your forehead and it almost makes you sad thinking about how nicely you'd done it earlier in the night. real big and fluffy, just like blue likes it.

and just as you think about him, he appears at your pole. he runs a hand up your sticky calf to catch your attention and you slide down, knowing from his expression instantly that there's more work to do.

tina quickly takes your place on the pole and you thank her with a kiss to the cheek and five dollars from your string. it's simple courtesy, and an unwritten club rule. if you're leaving your post for higher paying activities, you thank the other girl who is covering for you with money.

"hey, babydoll," blue says in your ear over the music, sliding a hand around your bare waist. "big ol' guy's here for you. the one with the…" blue rubs his cheeks, "fluff."

"logan," you say, more to yourself than blue, and he tips your chin to him.

"ask for 200, and only let him bring you down to 180. you gotta make up the difference for last week, sugar."

200 is asking for a lot for the hour. your going rate is a hundred and that's only because you're one of blue's favourite girls and he brings you his best clients. but logan's been a regular for the better part of six months now and blue knows he can hustle him for at least 180. besides, you were sick all week last week and blue warned you he'd make you pay.

so you lean in and give him a kiss, promising him the money.

"attagirl," he smirks, tugging your mouth open with a thumb and slipping a pill in.

you smile at him gratefully and start up the stairs, the roar of the music fading into a hum. quickly spitting the pill out into your hand, you tuck it into your bra. you'll flush it down the toilet when you get to your room. blue says the pills make it easier but you hate how groggy they make you feel. in any case, you like your sessions with logan.

he's good for you, keeps you from floating off into the sky. you're fairly certain there's an old roman story about flying a little too high. or was it greek?

slipping into your little red room, you quickly wash up and change into a silk robe that you know will not last the night. not around logan. but blue keeps a steady supply of them coming so long as you bring him good money which you do.

once you've refreshed your make up and puffed on a cigarette, you press the buzzer, letting the boys downstairs know to send logan up.

his broad shoulders fill your doorframe under a minute, the warmth of his presence sending a shiver down your sweaty body. he's clad in all black formal wear that rather reminds you of a funeral.

"whiskey?" you offer, watching him sit down on the plush leather chair that most others don't even bother to notice.

logan likes it slow, taking his time to unwind and ease up before he takes his stress out on you. it's rather nice, your usual routine.

however, when he grunts a yes and you start pouring his whiskey, you notice that something's off about him today. his eyes are a little droopy when they're usually so alert. his skin paler than the usual golden tan he sports.

something's wrong and you don't like the feeling that settles in your gut at that.

you take the whiskey over to him and climb into his lap, offering him the glass.

"what happened?" you ask, your voice betraying the concern you should probably never feel for any client.

he looks at you and snarls quietly, "poison arrow."

fuck.

logan's not particularly well beloved by the kind of gentry that a place like this attracts or the people he crosses paths with regularly. this much he's told you before and he's nothing if not honest.

but a poison arrow?

fuck.

your recent knack for eloquence aside, you ask quietly, "and… are you okay?"

"m'fine. fucked my healing though," he grumbles, pulling the collar of his flannel to the side, showing you the ugly gash that stretches from his shoulder, disappearing into his shirt.

you and logan share that power, a gift really. accelerated healing. it's come in handy plenty to you and you're only a dance girl. you cannot begin to imagine how a man like him will survive without it.

he sees your cringing expression and barks out a single-syllable laugh. the sound breaks you out of your thoughts and you look at him, startled.

"look at your face, pretty girl. told'ya m'fine. it's getting better already," he says and his voice, though tinted with his usual casual condescension, is gentler than you've ever heard him. he's… reassuring… you? you think??

"now, c'mere," he downs the whiskey and uses both hands to pull you closer by the thighs.

and then his mouth is at your neck, and there's the logan you know. rough and uncaring, cruel because he knows your body can take it. knows you can take what he can never do to anyone else.

he savours the salt on your skin, running his large paws down your arms tucking your wrists behind your back. he likes you detained, pliant and ripe for the taking. his throaty groan on your skin in the dip of your now exposed collar bone makes the need curl in your core.

real need, not the kind that you summon with other clients. need that is amplified when he squeezes your wrists tighter together to make you quit squirming.

"lo–"

"shut up." he commands, licking and sucking down your neck and shoulder, and that's that. you snap your mouth shut immediately.

logan slips your robe off both your shoulders with his free hand and his teeth sink into the flesh in the nape of your neck hard enough to draw blood, making you cry out his name. he's exhausted and healing too slowly and he needs to use you as his stress ball and fuck you until he feels better.

you want to cry out, you want to beg him until he gives you what you need but you know better than to do that with him. your hips however rut into him, making him yank you back and glare at you.

"and who let you do that, princess?" he says so calmly, voice oceans deep and velvety smooth, that you don't realise for a second that it was a question. a rhetorical one.

you blush and it makes his lip curl in a patronising smile.

"oh, i'll give you what you need alright. all you gotta do is ask, sugar."

you want to remind him that he was the one that told you to shut up but that won't end well, so you oblige.

"logan, please…" you whisper, hands trying to readjust in his grip, grasping for a more comfortable position. "please let me have you."

"that just won't do. need me to help you put together full sentences too?" he grumbles, readjusting because he's clearly in pain. "say it like you want it. say you want my fat cock to fill your needy little pussy. say you want her to feel good."

logan's mouth is disgusting. the words aren't too different from what the other men that come to your room spout but on his tongue they sound particularly dirty. and apparently you like dirty because god fucking dammit… his words and his voice and his scent and his everything make your need for him desperately worse.

"please, please, just need your fat cock to fill my pussy, to stretch her out, logan." you grovel. "need my pussy to feel good, please."

"jesus fuck, princess. got quite the mouth on you." he smirks as if he wasn't the one to draw those words from your lips. "let's put it to good use."

he isn't going to let you have his cock in you to quench that need that easy. he always, always makes you work for it.

he juts his chin out, gesturing to you to get on the floor and you slip between his legs, looking up at him reverently.

you like him in your mouth anyway. you like the way he uses you just hard enough to make you cry but never hard enough to make you feel like you're drowning–unlike some people who come here, the ones that make you bury your face in blue's chest later as he lectures you about needing to toughen up.

but when he reaches our for you, his hand comes into your focus and it makes you gasp softly. the space between his knuckles, home to his claws, is bared open, dirty and covered in blood. the claws cut him open every time but heals immediately so it's never mattered before. you take his giant hand with both of yours to examine the wounds but he yanks it away. the back of his hand comes down on your right cheek in a sharp, firm slap.

"focus," he growls and you rub your cheek, eyebrows setting into a frown.

your tone is firmer than it is around him when you speak. "show it to me, logan."

he shifts in his seat, gauging you. he isn't used to hearing any form of authority in your voice. nor is he used to being taken care of. he cracks his neck, shaking it off and then leans forward.

"you wanna see?" he says, voice so low it makes your toes curl.

you swallow thickly and nod, chewing on the inside of your lip.

"then you're going to have to pay, princess."

your tummy jumps as he puts his fist in front of you. you're about to reach over to grab his hand again, leaning in close to take a better look, but out come his claws making you shuffle back in alarm. they stop at your lips, drawing a hitched breath from you.

"open your mouth, angel. it'll hurt too much if i push them in myself."

the old man has lost it.

"lo–" you start to protest but he's retracted all but his middle claw with a loud snikt, and is pushing the flat of the remaining one into your mouth.

the cold adamantium of logan’s claw presses against your tongue, the sharp edge demanding obedience. you part your lips further slowly, letting the flat of the blade slide deeper inside, grazing your tongue. the metallic taste is sharp, a reminder of the danger you’re playing with.

logan’s gaze never leaves yours, dark and unyielding. there’s no softness in his eyes, no hint of gentleness. this isn’t about comfort or care—this is about control, about reminding you who’s in charge. his other hand grips your jaw, fingers digging into your skin just hard enough to bruise, forcing you to keep your mouth open.

“good girl,” he mutters, the praise laced with a mocking edge that makes your stomach twist. his tone is condescending, amused by how easily you submit to him.

he begins to draw the claw out, then slides it back in, a slow and deliberate rhythm that forces you to focus on the sensation—the cool metal, the danger of the sharp blade so close to your skin. your breath hitches, a mix of fear and something darker curling in your gut.

“look at ya, angel,” logan sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. “so eager to worship something that could slice you open without a second thought.”

it’s as if he knows exactly how to push your buttons, how to make you crave his approval despite the cruelty in his touch.

his grip on your jaw tightens as he tilts your head back further, forcing you to take the claw deeper into your mouth. “don’t bite down,” he warns, the threat clear in his tone and you realise… he can feel it. he can feel your mouth on his claw and it's stoking the fire in him.

you nod as best as you can in response to his words, your eyes locked on his, wide and pleading. the pain from his grip mingles with the strange pleasure of submission, and it’s almost unbearable. you feel like you're on fire. logan watches you struggle, a twisted smirk playing on his lips as he revels in your discomfort.

“you like this, don't cha?” he taunts, pulling the claw out just enough to let you breathe. “you like being reminded of what i could do to you if i wanted. y'like knowing that i’m the one who decides how far this goes.”

he’s right, of course. you hate how much you like it, how the power he holds over you only intensifies the burning need in your belly. it’s humiliating and exhilarating all at once, and logan's reading you like an open book.

“now, let’s see if you’re really worth the trouble,” he growls, sliding the claw out entirely, leaving your mouth empty and aching. he leans back in his chair, holding his hand out in front of you, the metal gleaming under the dim light as the other claws come out too. “kiss them. show me how much you want it.”

your heart pounds as you lean in, pressing your lips to the cool metal with reverence. the taste of them lingers on your tongue, and the weight of his gaze is almost suffocating. but you do as you’re told, kissing the blades as if they're something sacred, something you’re desperate to prove your devotion to.

logan’s smirk widens as he watches you. “that’s it, princess. make it worth my while. maybe then i’ll give you what you’re begging for.”

the claw lingers against your lips and you tilt your head slightly, pressing a softer, more deliberate kiss to the adamantium, tasting the faint tang of blood and iron bloom on your lips. the edge is sharp against your skin and you aren't surprised you've managed to cut yourself. but your body takes care of you and the wound is gone before you even lick the blood away.

your tongue flicks out, tentative at first, tracing the length of the blade. you can’t stop yourself, your need to please him overpowering every other instinct. logan’s eyes narrow as he watches you, the barest hint of approval hidden beneath the hardness of his gaze.

“that’s more like it,” he murmurs, his voice quiet… tired. “show me how much you love it. show me how much you’re willing to do to keep me happy.”

you press your tongue flat against the claw, dragging it slowly along the length, tasting the cold metal. you wrap your lips around his claw and carefully start sucking the way you would his cock, making him groan your name. you cut yourself over and over as you suck but it bothers neither of you, the pain translating directly into the wetness between your legs.

“attagirl,” logan growls.

“thank you, logan,” you whisper against the claw, your voice trembling with need. “thank you for this.”

a dark chuckle rumbles from deep in his chest. “thank me when you’ve earned it,” he replies, pulling the claw away just slightly, taunting you with its absence. your lips chase after it, a whimper escaping as you realize how much you're genuinely, truly enjoying this.

“please,” you murmur, your voice shaking. “please, logan, let me have you. let me take care of you.”

he raises an eyebrow, the cold amusement in his eyes never wavering. “take care'a me? is that what you think this is?” he presses the claw back against your lips, harder this time, making sure you feel the point against your skin. “you’re here to serve me, princess. and you’ll do it how i want, not how you think i need.”

a shudder runs through you at his words, the sharp edge digging just enough to leave a thin line of red along your lower lip. your eyes sting with tears, but you don’t dare pull away. instead, you lean into it, pressing your lips against the claw in a silent plea for mercy, for something more.

logan’s smirk deepens, his other hand coming to rest on the back of your head, pushing you forward just enough that the point of his claw cuts into your lip again. you gasp at the sting, but the sound is muffled as he presses down harder, forcing your mouth to open.

logan watches you, his expression unreadable, but his grip on the back of your head tightens, holding you in place as you continue to worship the deadly weapon in your mouth. “want to take care'a me?” he mocks, his voice rough and dark. “you think that's what i need?”

you nod as best you can with the claw in your mouth, your eyes pleading with him.

but logan isn’t done with you yet. he pulls the claw from your mouth, leaving your lips wet with a mix of blood and saliva. you gasp, trying to catch your breath, but before you can say anything, he shoves the claw against your chest, just above your heart, the point pressing into your skin.

“thank me,” he growls, his voice a low snarl. “and mean it.”

“thank you, logan,” you whisper, your voice cracking with desperation. “thank you for your claws.”

the cruel twist of his smile is all the reward you get, but it’s enough. he drags the claw down, slicing through the thin fabric of your robe, leaving a trail of red in its wake. you flinch, but you don’t pull away, your body trembling as you try to keep still under his touch.

"been good, babygirl." he relents finally, watching as your wound heals. "c'mere."

he hauls you into his lap with ease, despite his injuries. you make quick work of his buttons and throw his black shirt open. your eyes snap up to his and then back to his body.

he's covered in bullet holes. five that you can count anyway. your hands reach for them but he grabs your wrist.

"m'fine. they'll heal. two already have."

oh.

so you plant your mouth on his, kissing him deep, savouring the tobacco and musk of his breath. he tugs you closer, hooking a finger into your panties and dragging them down your smooth legs. it makes your toes curl.

the sticky mess between your legs leaves a dark patch on his trousers as he goes back to sucking soft bruises into your neck.

and then you hear his claws before you feel them, the cold metal cutting through what's left of your robe like butter, pressing into the soft skin over your scapula. you brace yourself, nails sinking into his broad shoulders and he cuts the claws in, slicing you open.

"logan, please!" you cry out but the pain is only momentary, delicious and burning hot, before your skin stitches itself back up like clockwork.

"fuck… me," he gasps and you've never heard him so affected.

he undoes his belt with a practiced hand and slides it off, tossing it off to the side and tugging his pants down. quickly, you position yourself over him, sitting down with your head rolled back, sheathing him with your warm, wet walls. he's splitting you open, stretching you the way you begged earlier.

and then he resumes cutting, slicing your back open as you move up and down on his cock. you bury your face in his neck, hiding your tears of pain and pleasure in his neck as he undoes you.

he grabs your jaw when he notices you start to lose yourself.

"no, you pay attention, bub." he snarls in your ear, kissing you roughly. pulling away when your eyes are wide open again, he slips a finger into your mouth.

the salt and blood on his skin makes your mouth water and this is beyond fucked up but you regret nothing. you suck diligently and he reaches down and wraps his mouth around your nipple, making you suck a sharp breath in. you feel his teeth sink in and it sends a shiver down your spine.

your hands in his hair, you tug sharply, making him growl and switch to your other nipple.

"logan…" you whine around his finger, thighs aching from the effort of riding him through it all.

he grunts and takes his hand away from your mouth. both hands on your waist, he starts to fuck you like a fucking fleshlight, moving you up and down on him like you weigh nothing.

you hear a snikt and a claw comes up to your face, running down the side of your cheek and making you mewl in pleasure.

you only just realise how much logan's wound you up in the hour that he's been in your room. you're hurtling towards the edge and he's barely been in you for a few minutes.

but you've wound him up too, the nerves in his body alight with pleasure.

"fuck, doll," he groans in your ear, retracting his claws and steading you with his hands again. "not going to last long tonight."

fuck. blue is going to kill you for letting Logan go so quickly.

yet you cannot seem to care.

you mewl his name and pick up speed at that, panting and gasping, and aching to please. he feels the telltale sign of your edge in the quivering of your walls and yanks you down on himself, pushing you over the cliff.

it's like fireworks and butterflies and pure fucking ecstasy.

"been a good fucking filthy girl," he whispers in your ear, knowing it'll make you react around his cock. "lettin' me cut'ya open like that."

you press your damp brow against his shoulder, riding your high weakly but your pussy does enough to bring him to his climax as well. he grunts and wraps his arms around you, holding you tight down in his lap, filling you warm and deep.

he pants softly in your ear and you look at him with a giddy smile. you reach for his hand to press a kiss to his knuckles and…

his hand is healed.

and… so is his other one.

you pull back to check the rest of him and… they're all gone. all of the bullet holes.

a sly smile spreads across your lips and you look at him with satisfaction dancing in your eyes.

"took care of you after all."

he lets out a surprised laugh, eyes softening with something you haven't seen in him before. he pulls you back into his embrace, and this softness is new. nice, but new.

"yes you did, princess."

i need to be committed and lobotomised with logan's claws. blue would love that.

love, d <3

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samandcolbyownme · 3 months ago

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drunkenly admitting to best friend jake that you love him? while still in a relationship with someone? thank you!! i love your writing💛

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of drinking and smoking, being drunk, friends to lovers, subtle flirting, kissing, unprotected sex, fluffy filth

Word Count: little over 4k | unedited

Disclaimer: I am 100% against cheating. This one shot is 100% fictional and for entertainment purposes only! Nothing about this is real. Also, Jake and Tara aren’t as close in this, but it’ll make sense when you read it.

——

You peak you head into your boyfriends office, “You sure you don’t want to come with me to game night?”

He looks up at you, “Yeah, I’m sure. I need to get this shit done for work.”

You frown, “Okay. I don’t know when I’ll be home.”

He nods, giving you a smile, “Call me if you need a ride. Have fun, babe.”

“Have fun with your work.” You smirk at him and head out to grab your bag before making your way to your car. Once you get in, you sit there for a second before driving off.

As you arrive to Jake’s house, getting out and walking up to the door. You walk in, looking around to see if anyone is there yet.

“Hello?” You call out as you shut the door, “Anyone home?”

“Y/nnnn!” Carrington drags out, “What’s up?”

He walks over to you, slinging his arm around your shoulder, “What? No boyfriend tonight?”

You laugh, shaking your head, “Nope. Not this time, he’s at home finishing up stuff for work.” You sigh as you set your bag down, “Some deadline or something. I don’t know.”

“Hey, y/n. You’re the first one here.” Johnnie says as he walks out from his room, “Jake’s moping in his room.”

You furrow your brows, “Why’s he moping? What’s wrong?”

Johnnie shrugs, “Wouldn’t tell me.”

“Yeah, he’s been like this for a day or so.” Carrington shrugs, “oh, who is that?” He looks behind you, “Taraaaa! What’s up?”

“Hey, hey hey!” Tara laughs as she walks in, “Just me and y/n?”

You nod, “So far, yes.” You laugh, giving her a hug, “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” She nods, “I was literally thinking that on the way here, I was like, I wonder if y/n is going to be here tonight, I miss her.”

You smile, “Right.” You glance over at the hall, “I’m gonna go see what’s up with Jake.”

Tara tilts her head, “No one knows, so I’m going to go see what’s up.”

“Good luck.” Johnnie says with a laugh, “Don’t be surprised if he kicks you out.”

You bat the air and walk back to Jake’s room. You knock on the door a few times before pushing the door open.

You see Jake lying on his bed, facing away from you. He’s propped on his elbow, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey.” You say as you close the door, “Jake.”

You walk over and stand there, “Hello.”

You put one knee on the bed and he whips around with a gasp, “Oh my god.” He laughs, pulling the earbuds out from his ears, “What the hell are you doing here?”

You sit down, “Game night, remember?”

He sighs, “Oh yeah, it’s Saturday isn’t it.”

“You good? Johnnie and Carrington say you’re not doing too hot.” You smirk slightly, “They say you’re being a grump.”

He groans, “Can’t a man just lay in bed and watch TikTok without being a grump?”

“I mean..” you nod, “Yeah. But with this attitude.” You purse your lips and tilt your head and Jake laughs, “Yeah, yeah. You’re right.”

He rolls over onto his back and takes a deep breath, “I’m just not feelin’ game night tonight.”

“Nooo.” You pout, “You have to be feelin’ game night.”

“You have to be feelin’ game night.” Jake mocks you, “Fine, since you twisted my arm enough.” He heaves himself forward, sitting in front of you, “Are you drinking tonight?”

You nod, “Yeah, I told Kyler that I’ll call him if I need a ride. I figured my car would be safe here overnight.”

Jake nods, “Well, as long as you don’t leave your keys.”

“Yeah, I learned my lesson last time.” You laugh, “Come on.” You stand up, walking to the door but Jake just sits there and you turn around again, motioning to the door, “Come on.”

Jake smiles and shakes his head as he stands up, “Fiiiine.”

You walk out, Jake trailing behind you and you notice a few more people have showed up.

“Alright party people!” Carrington announces, “Let’s get this game night star-ted!” He looks at Jake, “Ooh look who finally decided to join us.”

“Can it, or I’ll go back into hiding.” Jake laughs and walks over to the couch. You go to the fridge and grab a drink, making sure to grab an extra for Jake.

You and Jake have been friends for years, practically your whole lives. You grew up together, went to school together, everything.

It has never crossed your mind about being with Jake, not until recently at least.

You really liked Kyler, loved him. He built a company himself. Rose to the top himself. You were proud of him, yes. But at the same time, his job bled into you always needing to look presentable, look your best.

Every time you’re around Jake, you feel normal. You don’t have to dress to impress. Wear makeup everyday.

Jake seen you through your worst times and even some of the best times. You weren’t sure if he saw you as more than a friend, and you didn’t want to risk the best friendship you’ve ever had with someone for nothing.

“Alright. So what are we playing first?” Tara asks and you look around, your eyes landing on Jake, who is already looking at you.

He looks away, “I think we should play the drunk dice game again.”

“Oooh that’s a good one! I’ll go find the dice.” Carrington dances as he leaves the room and you roll your eyes laughing.

You walk over, handing Jake his drink as you sit down next to him.

“Thank you, my dear.” He smiles and cracks it open, “They should be in the drawer!” He yells and Carrington comes back in, holding up dice in his hand, “Got’em!”

Everyone sits around the coffee table and Carrington starts, “We only need one right, so..” he tosses the second dice at Jake and rolls the one he has, “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

He rolled a three which means he has to take a shot.

Tara pours him a shot and he sighs, “Here’s to a fun fucking night.” He laughs and takes the shot, cheering himself on afterwards, “Woo! Alright.”

He slides the dice over to the next person, they roll two, which means person to the left of them has to take a drink of their drink.

“Jake, has to drink.” They say, laughing as Jake takes a sip of his drink, “Alright. Jake, your turn.”

Jake leans forward, shaking the dice as he looks around. He rolls and it’s a six.

“Ha! Everyone, take your shots.” Jake leans back, smirking at everyone who groans, “You all agreed to play, so don’t be whining now, alright?” He laughs and you shake your head before you take your shot.

You cringe at the hard liquor and set your glass back down, “Oh fuck.” You blink a few times and lean forward to grab the dice, shaking it quickly a few times before rolling, “Four! I get to pour someone a shot and that person is..”

You fill a shot glass and hand it to Tara, “Here you go.”

“Me!?” She laughs, “Why do you hate me?” She pouts and takes the glass, downing the shot.

“I don’t hate you. I love you.” You laugh and blow her a kiss. She laughs and picks up the dice to roll it, “Oh look.” She turns her head towards you, “A four!”

She pours a shot and hands it to you, “Enjoy!”

You laugh and take it, shaking your head slightly, “I hope I get drunk fast so the taste of alcohol doesn’t bother me as much.”

Everyone laughs and agrees, moving on to the next few people. The person to their left, then the right, then they pour a shot for someone.

Johnnie is finally next and he rolls a three, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He sighs as he takes the shot glass from Tara. He takes his shot and now it’s back to Carrington.

“Come on baby. Let me give Johnnie a shot.” He laughs as he looks to Johnnie.

Johnnie shakes his head, “No thank you, I already caused myself enough pain with that one.”

Carrington rolls and it lands on one.

“Take a drink, Johnnie.” Carrington bats his eyes at him and Johnnie sighs, “I fucking hate this game.”

You laugh and the next person goes, Carrington has to take a drink. Then it’s back to Jake. He rolls a two, meaning you have to take a drink.

“That I can handle.” You laugh as you roll the dice and your jaw drops, “Oh come on.” You groan as Jake fills one shot glass and Tara fills the other.

You quickly take one and then follow that with the other. You take a sip of your drink to wash down the straight alcohol taste and you whine, “I’m with Johnnie, I hate this fuckin’ game.”

Tara rolls and it’s comes back to you with a one.

You take a sip of your drink and after the next people, Johnnie rolls and cheers as he rolls a six, “Drink up everyone.”

You all clink the small glasses together before downing the shots.

Carrington rolls a five, cursing up a storm as he laughs, “Goddamit son of a bitch.” He takes his two shots and passes the dice off.

After a few for rounds of drunk dice, you were already feeling pretty good. You were giggly, having the best time ever.

You felt your phone vibrate a few times, so you lean back, lifting it from your lap and you see a few texts from Kyler.

How’s it going?

Everything okay?

I just got done with that work shit, so I’m going to bed. Call me if you need anything. Love you.

You smile slightly as you read the last message, taking a quiet deep breath before you reply.

Everything is good. Everyone is having fun. Love you too.

You set your phone down and look over at Jake, “Hi.”

He smiles, “Hi.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” You smirk and he leans in, “Always.”

You laugh slightly, “I’m a little bit drunk.”

“A little? Girl, you wouldn’t pass a sobriety test.” Jake laughs and Carrington chimes in, “Ooh, let’s try it. Y/n. Get up here.”

You stand up, almost losing your balance from sitting and drinking for so long. Jake presses his hand onto your lower back and he can’t help but laugh, “Point proven.”

“Oh shut up.” You laugh as you look back at him, “I’ll pass this. Flying colors.”

You walk up to Carrington and he shines his phone flashlight in your face. You wince at the light and he pulls it away, “Come on, trying to be authentic here.”

You roll your eyes, “Whatever.”

You eventually fail the ‘sobriety test’, walking back over to sit back down next to Jake. He extends his arm out on the couch behind your head, “Told ya.”

You push his leg, “Yeah, yeah. Don’t rub it in.”

“Alright. Next game peeps!” Carrington sighs, “I’m thinking something along the lines of, never have I ever?”

Everyone cheers and Tara raises her hand, “I’ll go first.” She thinks for a moment, “Never have I ever..kissed someone in this room.”

You lean forward to pour a shot and everyone looks at you confused, “What? I’ve kissed Tara before.”

“What!?” Carrington asks, his tone sounding offended, “And you didn’t invite me to watch!?”

“I’ll do it again. Don’t tempt me.” You laugh and Carrington tilts his head, “I don’t believe you.”

You look over at Tara and she puckers her lips. You lean in and press your lips to hers. You lean back and Carrington’s jaw is on the floor.

You can’t help but laugh, “Okay. I need to take my shot.” You down your shot and Tara motions to you, “Go ahead, girlfriend.”

You laugh, humming as you think, “Never have I ever.. had a one night stand.” You raise your brows and almost everyone takes a shot.

“Jake.” You look at him, “Your turn.”

He purses his lips and nods, “Mmm.” He laughs, “Never have I ever given someone a fake number.”

“Does it count if you unintentionally gave someone the wrong number?” Johnnie asks as he raises his hand and Jake shakes his head, “No.”

“Okay.” Johnnie laughs and leans back against the other couch.

A few people take a drink and Johnnie sighs, “May I be excused for a cigarette break?”

“Oh fuck, yeah me too.” Jake raises his hand and everyone agrees that it’s break time.

——

“How we feelin?” Jake asks with a laugh. You tilt your head, “Drunk. How are you feeling?”

He nods, “Drunk.”

You smirk and shake your head, “I don’t really want to go home.”

“Whys that, sweetheart?”

You swear you melted into the couch a little bit, but before you could answer, two people announce they were going home, and Tara is quick to follow, “I think I’m gonna Uber home because no one is in shape to drive.” She giggles as she walks over, plopping down on the couch, “Bye.”

You hug her, “Bye.”

She looks down at her phone, “Oh, shit. They’re here already.” She sighs before standing up, “I’ll get my car tomorrow, is that cool?”

Jake nods, “Yeah, that’s fine.”

Eventually it’s down to you, Jake, and Carrington. Johnnie couldn’t hang so he went to bed.

“It’s only midnight, why is everyone bailing on game night?” Carrington groans and Jake laughs, “We started at eight, dude.”

“Ohhh.” Carrington nods, “That makes sense.”

“You’re so drunk.” Jake laughs at him, and he doesn’t even put up a fight, “Yeah, yeah I am.”

“Can we put on a movie?” You suggest and Jake nods, “Whatcha wanna watch?” He reaches forward and grabs the remote.

“Mm. You pick. I don’t care.” You watch as he flips through the movies and you point to the screen, “Yes. That one.”

You look at Jake, “Can I have a cigarette?”

He raises his brows, “When did you start smoking?”

“I’m drunk, it doesn’t count.” You laugh and Jake nods, “Good point. Come on.” He gets up and you follow him outside. He pulls a cigarette from his pack and hands it to you.

He lifts his hand, flicking on the lighter and you lean in, taking a drag.

It’s quiet for a few minutes, then Jake breaks the silence, “So why don’t you want to go home?”

You laugh nervously, “Oh yeah, I said that didn’t I.”

Jake nods, taking a puff of his cigarette, “You sure did, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head, “I just, I really like Kyler, I just..” you take a drag and hold it before exhaling, “It’s exhausting getting up everyday to put on makeup and a nice dress.”

Jake nods, “I mean, I can’t relate to that, but I’m sure it’s tiring. The same thing everyday.”

You raise your brows, “You get it.”

“Have you..” he takes a puff, “Talked to Kyle about it?”

“Kyler.” You look up at him with a smirk, “And no. I just know that he’ll throw the I’m ceo of a big company that I built myself, blah blah. Bullshit.”

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

You chew on your lip, eyes fixated on the lit cigarette in between your fingers.

Jake walks over, pressing his back against the wall next to you, “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

You shake your head, “Nothing I can’t really say.”

Jake shrugs, “Try me.” He brings his cigarette up to his lips and you feel tear welling up in your eyes. “I-“ you stop, letting out a sigh, “Fuck, okay. I’m just gonna say it.”

Jake turns towards you, his shoulder pressed against the wall, but he doesn’t say anything.

“I’m drunk, and I love you.” You take one last drag of your cigarette before dropping it to the ground and stepping on it.

As soon as you look back up, Jake’s hands are cupping your cheeks, his face inches from yours, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words.”

His lips press to yours and your hands grip his shirt, pulling him closer.

Nothing else mattered right now.

Your lips move with Jake’s until he leans back, “Sorry, I-“

“No.” You shake your head, “Don’t apologize.” Your eyes scan over his face before you reach up, pulling him in for another kiss.

He pushes you back against the wall, his hands sliding down to your hips.

Jake breaks the kiss, “follow me.” He nods toward the door and you walk back in. Carrington is passed out on the couch, snoring away while the movie Jake out on plays in the background.

You follow him back the hall and into his room and he closes the door. He was quick to have his hands on you, his lips on yours.

Your hands slide up his chest to his neck, holding on as he lifts you up. Your legs find their place around his waist and his hands slide to your ass to hold you up.

He walks over, laying you down on the bed, his body hovering over yours, “I love you.” Jake whispers into your ear, “I could treat you so much better.”

His kisses your jaw line, landing on your lips, “I’ve known you forever.”

“I want to be with you. I want you.” You tug on his shirt and he leans up to take it off, quickly resuming the kiss.

He leans up, his hands pushing your shirt up. You reach down, pulling it up over your head and throwing it. His eyes scan over your body, watching as you reach under your back to unhook your bra.

His eyes flick up to yours before moving down to watch you discard your bra.

“Beautiful.” He kisses down your neck, to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth while he kneads your other boob with his hand.

You moan out, arching your back as your fingers lace through his hair.

He looks up, moving his body up to kiss you, “You are beautiful just the way you are.” He kisses your cheek, “Makeup.” He kisses your lips, “No makeup.”

He smiles, kissing your other cheek, “Dress, or no dress. You’re perfect in anything.”

You smile, tilting your head as you lean up to kiss him.

His hand slides down your side, pulling your thigh up to his hip before dragging it over and slipping it into the waistband of your sweats and underwear, “God, baby. You’re so wet.”

You blush at his words, “Can’t help it.”

Jake’s lips part as he watches your reaction to him rubbing you clit, “That feel okay?”

You nod, small whimpers leaning your lips, “Y-yes.” You tilt your head back, “so good.”

Jake leans down, kissing up the center of your neck and you tilt your head forward, lips meeting his. He swallows your moans as he slips his fingers down and pushes two in to you.

“Fuck baby.” He groans against your lips, “You sound so pretty. All those noises.”

You moan as he curls his fingers, back arching up off the bed, “Sh-shit.” Your eyes roll back and you squeeze his fingers, “Jake.”

“I’m right here, sweetheart.” Jake presses a kiss to your forehead, “Not going anywhere.”

You slide your hands up his arms, nails digging into his shoulders and he groans, “Can you cum for me?” He kisses over your chest, “Wanna hear the sounds you make when I get you go do that.”

You nod, “I’m-“ you gasp, “Almost there.”

Your back lifts up off the bed, moans leaving your lips as Jake guides you through your high, “Fuck, fuck. Yes. Yes.”

You grab his face, pulling him in for a kiss and he groans as his fingers slip out, “you’re so beautiful.” He mumbles against your lips, “I love you.”

He kisses you, his tongue moving against yours as his hand moves to push his pants and underwear down.

“I-I love you.” You nod, spreading your legs more as he wiggles his hips to fit perfectly in between your knees.

Your moans mix together as the head of his cock slips in past your folds and his hips roll forward, giving both what you want.

Your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him into you more and you gasp out, “Fuck, fuck. You feel so good.”

His hands paw at your skin, finding any he can grip on to, “I’ve dreamed about this..” he kisses your jaw line, “You finally letting me treat you how you deserve to be treated.”

You moan at his word, pulling him closer as his thrusts as slow. Nothing crossed your mind. Your mind was finally quiet as your focus was on nothing but Jake.

“Can you roll over?” You whisper, placing your hands on his chest. He nods, pecking your lips before moving to lay over on his back.

You sir up, swinging your leg over to straddle him.

Your eyes lock into his, his hands on your thighs as you sink down onto his cock. You tilt your head back, moaning out as you sink down fully, “Fuck.” You look down at him, hands pressing flat onto his chest as you lean forward.

“That’s it, baby.” Jake reaches up to brush hair from your face and pinch your chin, “Fuck, feels so good.”

His eyes trail down your body, stopping to watch his cock go in and out of you as you bounce your hips.

He lays his head back, groaning out as his grip slips to your hips, “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” He bucks his hips up and you gasp, eyes rolling back as your hips speed up.

“Fu-ck.” Your nails dig into his neck and he sits up, reaching up to pull you in closer for a kiss.

“Keep going.” He mumbles against your lips, “F-fuck.” He tilts his head back, his hips bucking to meet your body, “Don’t stop.”

You moan as your orgasm hits again, squeezing his walls as you guide yourself through your high.

His hands slide down to under your thighs, lifting you up so he can pull out. You glance down, watching his cum spill into his abdomen and you move over to lay next to him.

You stairs up at the ceiling, knowing what you just did settling in.

“Hey.” Jake reaches over, gently turning your face towards him, “It’s okay.”

You can feel your eyes burning, it was guilt towards having sex with Jake. It was guilt towards still being with Kyler.

“I have to break up with him.” You sit up, “I-I never did anything like this..” you move to get something for him to wipe off with. You walk back over, handing him the towel, “Do I have to tell him?”

Jake wipes off and sits up, holding his hand out for you to sit down, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.“

You nod, leaning into him, “I don’t regret anything with you. If anything, I regret not doing it all with you.”

Jake chuckles slightly, “We have a lifetime to catch up for that.” He tilts your chin up, pressing his lips to yours, “I love you for you.”

“I love you.”

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Let me know what you think. I love you so much, thank you for reading! See you in the next one! 🖤

Also, this was kind a trial to see how I wrote Carrington so please, feedback on that is wanted! Thank you!

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mingi-s-dimples · 3 months ago

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2 seater - yungi

pairing: bf!mingi × fem!reader × bf!yunho

rating: 18+

genre: crumb of plot + smut (filth)

summary: Your boyfriends couldn't wait to meet you after a schedule you had... and you didn't arrive before midnight.

WC: 4k

warnings: non idol au, switch whiny!mingi × strict dom!yunho, dacryphilia (kinda?), threesome, creampie, double penetration, car sex, semi public sex, handjob, blowjob, hair pulling, throat holding, choking (both on dick & by hand), breast playing, oral (m), pet names (love, babe, darling), dry touching (through briefs), lil bit of a size kink, big dick!yungi, making out, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms (both m&f), ruined orgasm (f), overstim, teasing (lots), deepthroating, orgasm control (f), a little bit of pleading/begging (yunho felt cocky), completely consensual, unprotected (USE protection irl!!!), completely unedited, straight up filth, 3k words out of 4k is straight up smut, a crumb of aftercare (I promise they're good boys), probablt forgot to mention sth.

Author's Note: I loved writing this one too 😭 It took me so long... I've been away on vacation and finished writing it on the beach ajsjsj what can I say... what's better than sipping on a cocktail and writing filth ? Anyways.. hope you enjoy my work!!!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent in any way the reality of the members.

"... and that's it for now! Thank you for attending today's schedule and can't wait to see you in a week! Prepare for some new concepts.. I can't wait to present them to you !"

And as soon as he stopped talking, you let out a heavy sigh, thinking that today is finally over. Though, you were actually really happy of today's schedule, because it was the first one of this month and the most important. You were a model at one of your boyfriends' friend, Seonghwa. He was working along with Hongjoong, his other half and they were rocking it ! The company got really well known in the past few weeks, which meant you had a lot more work to do than usual. This time, you hit the jackpot by having a photoshoot especially for DG, one of your favourite brands. It was a really nice opportunity, so you didn't pass on it. As soon as you told your boyfriends, they were really, really happy for you, knowing you've been trying for a while to get in touch with the brand ambassadors. But now? You might have been given an opportunity to become an ambassador yourself. You had to celebrate, so you talked with your boyfriends beforehand.

*the night before the schedule*

"Yunho, Mingi, how should we celebrate these great news? Should I treat both of you to some beef? I know you love it so I might as well treat you nicely. Both of you helped me so much in this career, I really want to make up for it ! Let's go for dinner together next week! My schedule will be pretty free, what do you think?" you looked excited at them, with puppy eyes and sincere thoughts.

"Yes babe, anything that makes you happy. We were absolutely thrilled to be able to help you !!" both said in unison, them coming closer to you to give you a biggg warm & tight hug. Both of your boyfriends giving you soft kisses on your forehead, you felt so safe with them and... blessed to have them.

*after the schedule*

"Hey, babe." Your boyfriends said, looking at you, smiling.

You definitely didn't expect them to come to your workplace unannounced but... you weren't complaining. After a hard day of work, you wanted to get a warm hug from both of them.

"Huh? what are y'all doing here, sweeties? I'm happy to see you though !!! I cant wait to show you some behind pictures of today !!!" you said excited, tugging at your boyfriends arms.

"Oh love, tell us more! Let Yunho drive today, you might be really tired from today's schedule! Go in the backseat, let me help you" Mingi said as he pushed forward the passenger front seat, helping you get into the car. Despite it's size, which is quite small, the backseat was pretty spacious. You usually used it to keep clothes and accesories, modelling attire such as make up, hair products and other related stuff, like books and papers with poses you could take inspiration from. But surprisingly, today it was pretty much... clean and free of the things you were used to? "Hm, maybe Mingi and Yunho cleaned my car for me, they have the spare key.... hm yeah, probably.." u thought to yourself, slightly smiling.

As you started to tell your boyfriends about your day, Yunho started driving. At first you were on your normal and well known route home, until you took a right turn. You didn't think much of it, as you trusted them with your life. Although you couldn't see anything through the backseat windows, cause you tinted them black, you weren't even 1 percent skeptical.

"Boys, were are we going?" you asked confused, but with a hopeful look in your eyes.

"Oh, this? we're taking a longer route home, I thought the weather is really nice, look at the starry night, too. I know a place" he said and then gassed the car, full speed, looking at you through the retrospective mirror.

You were relieved, its not like they ever gave you a reason to not trust them. As you started to slow down and came to a stop, Mingi and Yunho helped you get out of the car.

"Oh wow, the view is amazing! This parking lot...I remember it. It was still functioning when I was a kid. I wonder whn they abandoned it. I loved the fact tbat it was on 4 levels, I' d always go there to stargaze, alone." But now, you were with your 2 most loved people in your life, laying on the hard and cold concrete. You didn't care about anytbing at the moment, only the nice core memory you'd have later in your life of this exact moment.

*several minutes pass and you decide you want to go home and prepare for a photoshoot u had tomorrow*

"Hotties, lets get in the car. I'd like to try and arrive home and prepare for tomorrows schedule. I hope it s okay" you said, looking in their eyes.

"Oh babe....it's totally fine" said Mingi, looking right into Yunho's eyes.

"But...we 're not quite done with you for the night" continued Yunho, smirking.

"Uh what do you mean, babe?" u said confused, staring them up and down.

As you went in the car, they looked back at you, smiling contently. They knew something you didn't.

*several hours before leaving to get y/n*

"Bro we gotta do it man, she's always been reading these typa books and in the latest one she s read there's a car scene. I bet she'd be into that ! I fucking bet on it" said Mingi, excited as ever.

"Chill, we don't know yet. But... we could try...what could possibly happen? It's not like we'll force her, of course. We'll just tell her our own little thought about her favourite book."

*in the parking lot*

The boys were staring you down, their gaze darkening upon seeing your outfit. A black thight dress, the one you used for this photoshoot. A simple, mini corset dress, iconic for DG's catalogue. You felt so little under their eyes, the eyes that looked at you with so much love, thirst... lust. As you were looking at them, unaware of their intentions, they started talking.

"So... babe" Mingi started. "I've seen those... little books that you read and.. we'd like to fulfill one of the little scenes in the latest book you've been reading.. " he said, giving Yunho a sneaky lustful smile.

"Yeah, Mingi read some of the pages because he was bored, before we decided to come pick you up and... god damn.. when I tell you how turned on he was... we needed to wait for another few minutes before being able to go out" Yunho said, giving you an understanding of what happened beforehand. Then both of them leaned in from the front seats and Yunho continued:

"So...babe. What do you think? he said, both the boys smiling at you.

The fact is.. you've always been dreaming... fantasising about having sex with them like the one you read in your books... in the kitchen, in the bathroom... on a really nice balcony in Thailand... in a car. Your mind always goes to those places whenever you read the books... thinking of how good you'd take them right there and then. On your knees, sucking them on turns. Or on your fours... pounded by both.. in your little aching holes, begging for more.

As an answer, you leaned in a sloppy kiss with Yunho. The only thing blocking the two men from jumping on you were the front seats, which Mingi took care of in a second. You saw yourself surrounded by your boyfriends, the backseats extended to the max and the front seats pressed down halfway, to have space but at the same time to not be seen by anyone. You were.. thrilled. The look on their faces when they got to you and saw your whole outfit, scrunched up, your lace panties visible, formed a wet spot between your folds. As you were still making out with Yunho, the only noises being the lewd ones from your tongues, Mingi started working on your dress.

He zipped it down, untied the corset and slowly let it fall off your shoulders. He then tapped Yunho on the shoulder and as soon as he stopped kissing you, Mingi took you closer and pushed you on your back, on Yunho's lap. He then forcefully took the dress off, leaving you in only your panties and bra. Yunho had put his hand on your throat, nibbing on your bottom lip with his thumb while looking at how Mingi was tugging at your panties. You had a wet spot between your thighs, only by thinking about how you'd take them so nicely. Only the thought you had moments ago, of fucking them like in your little books turned you on so bad, your walls clenching on nothing, wanting them both inside you at the same time, destroying your insides. Mingi has been longing for this the whole night so he was the first one to act. He approached you, making out with you and while one of his hands went to your waist, to keep you still, the other one went right to your aching pussy, touching the wet fabric. Yunho, on the other hand, had one of his hands on your throat and one on your bra, tugging at it and playing lazily with your nipple.. You were squirming under Mingi, trying to get more friction of his hand between your thighs, but to not avail. You then put your hand on his bulge through his pants, feeling how big it had gotten in the span of a few minutes. You could feel his tip throbbing with every touch of yours. He took your panties off and looked at you, his gaze darkening upon seeing your wet cunt.

"Damn, babe... so wet for me.. for us." Mingi said and he then put one of his fingers inside you. He inserted another one... and another one. His girthy fingers were stretching you out so good... tears forming in the corner of your eyes. Right before Mingi went all in with his fingers, Yunho wiped your tears and got rid of your bra. You were now standing almost bare in front of your boyfriends which... happened pretty often but.. today? You felt so little in front of them. You wanted to anything and everything they'd make you to do that night. And you were about to obey.

"Mingi.. let me help you out a bit" Yunho said and, while one of his hands was still on your throat, his other hand went straight to your boyfriend's pants. He unbuttoned and pulled them down, only to be able to see his stretched out boxers from his throbbing and aching hard cock. Yunho backed off and took your hand in his, guiding you to touch Mingi's boxers, now wet from his pre cum. He groaned at the feeling of your little fingers fondling with his tip through the wet cloth, his fingers now deep down in your pussy, touching your sweet spot. Yunho put his hand on your clit and started lazily rubbing circles on it, enjoying how you squirmed above him and his crotch, making his pants feel even tighter.

You felt like you could come only from the view you had. You felt overstimulated, but it was so good. Yunho had one of his hands on your throat and one on your clit, Mingi had one of his hands deep down in you, touching your cervix and playing with your g spot and one on your waist, while you had one of your hands rubbing Mingi's dick through the cloth and with the other one holding on for dear life on the seat.

"Okay.. Mingi, you had your way until now, back off for a moment" Yunho said in a strong tone, the other boy looking at him and pouting.

"Cmon man, look at my fucking dick, for fucks sake" he said whining.

"Mingi. I said something" Yunho said right before pushing you on your chest, one hand on your ass, tugging at your panties and the other one on your neck, keeping you down, right on Mingi's abs. You could feel the wet spot Mingi's pre cum made on his boxers right on your cheek, the boy flinching at your touch.

"Ass up, babe. Let me take off your panties" Yunho said and slid them off in a second, leaving you bare right in front of him. You couldn't see what he was doing but you could feel and hear. He took Mingi's hand and put it on your neck then used that hand to rub your wet and dripping cunt, while his other hand went to his pants, stripping them halfway only to be able to take his throbbing and angry dick out. He put two of his fingers in, prepping you for his enormous length, like he always does. As soon as he took them out and moved that hand to your waist, he flipped you on your back, moving your legs to his waist and stopping for a moment.

"Mingi, put a hand on her mouth, please. It's been a while since I've last fucked her this hard" he said and as soon as he finished talking he rubbed the tip of his leaking cock on your folds, up and down, a second later pounding into you. When he bottomed out, he let out a sigh of relief and you let out a loud muffled moans and cries.

"M-mingi.. what are you d-doing?" You tried to say, words muffled by your boy's hand, trying to look up at him. He was lazily stroking his throbbing length with his other hand, looking at you with so much lust... he would've destroyed you right there and then.

"Yunho, could you maybe.. please, f-flip her o-over? I'm going fucking crazy over here just looking at you fucking her ! " Mingi said angrily, tapping Yungo on his shoulder.

"Fine" he said and in an instant you were back on your belly, Yunho's cock rubbing on your ass and Mingi's dick on your lips. They gave each other a look and both of them went in at the same time, receiving a loud choked moan from you. Mingi's hand on your hair and Yunho's on your waist, you were being manhandled by your two darlings. You felt overstimulated, overwhelmed but it was so good..you could feel your legs shaking under you as well as your hands, trying to keep yourself on your elbows but to no avail. Mingi was holding on your hair and keeping your head up so you could suck and lick his length how he always liked it. You started from the tip, giving small sloppy kisses, then slowly licking down to the base of his cock. Then Mingi would usually take your hair in his fist and deep throat you, as he was doing now. when he bottomed out in your throat, he stayed like that for a few moments, letting you adjust to his length hitting the back of your throat. Tears were already swelling in your eyes, especially because of the fact that Yunho was pounding into your cunt like he hasn't fucked you in ages. As soon as he saw a tear of yours fall on Mingi's thigh, Yunho put his hand underneath your chin and wiped it, approaching you with soft, light kisses on your spine. He was slowing down his thrusts but he went deeper and deeper with every single one, his tip touching your cervix.

"Damn babe... you feel so f-fucking good.. all stretched out for me. Come on, hang on for juuust a little longer, I'm so close... Mingi looks like he's out of it, too" and he was right. Sweat was dripping off of his forehead, his throbbing tip twitching with every lick of your tongue, his grip on your hair starting to get tighter, him forcing his way deep down your throat and not even being able to look you in your eyes. He always said that if he sees you in that position, he'd cum instantly at how beautiful you looked, taking him so good.

"Babe if you keep doing this I'll come right down your throat" Mingi said between the pumps. All the lewd sounds you were making were sending shivers down both boys spines, Yunho's thrusts started getting sloppier, heavier, deeper. They didn't have any rythm anymore. You were squirming, breathing heavily under Yunho and slightly choking on Mingi's dick, his girth and length stretching your mouth so good, leaving you no room to breath. You were so dizzy, barely standing on your knees. Yunho was trying to hold you up, himself being weak, feeling how he'd come at any moment.

"Babe, I can't hold much longer" Yunho said and with a few more thrusts he came in you, bottoming down so you could take his cum all up in your hole. Mingi was also close, his hand shaky on your hair and with a few more deep thrusts down your throat he also came, raising his brows at you to let you know that he wants you to swallow every drop.

The boys slowly helped you off and put you on the seat, looking you up and down, trying to find any sign of discomfort after all what happened moments before. You could feel how Yunho's cum was dripping out of you, right on the seat. But it turned you on so bad, you wanted to jump on him and suck him good.

"Babe, everything good? Are you feeling okay? Were we too.. harsh?" Yunho said, looking at your tired eyes and rubbing your thighs slowly.

"Yeah, babe. Everything good?" Mingi said, giving you soft kisses on your forehead.

"Yes, of course. I am a bit dizzy but it was... incredible" you said, smiling at them.

The boys had other plans.

"Well... in that case." Mingi said, pushing you over. "Let me have my fun, I didn't yet fuck you tonight". He said looking a Yunho, raising his eyebrow at him, giving him a good idea.

"So babe... we haven't done this in a while... what do you think of both me and Mingi fucking you at the same time, hm? he said, smiling playfully and carresing your cheek.

"B-babe.. d-do you think it would work? Even though I'd love to... what if it's too much?" You said, staring him down.

"Oh, yeah? We'll see about that, darling." and in a moment you were laying back on Mingi's torso, your ass aligned to his crotch and Yunho admiring the view. Mingi's once again hard dick was twitching with every slight move of yours, pressing down on your folds. Yunho on the other hand, was looking at the two of you, smiling at the flustered faces y'all had because of the sudden position change.

"Mingi"

"You may.. start" Yunho said and right after Mingi inserted his cock in your ass, slightly moving so you could adjust to his size, Yunho didn't hesitate and pressed down on your throat, the other hand on your right leg, bringing himself closer to you with every thrust of his. You didn't yet come tonight, feeling a bit overwhelmed some moments ago from all the force they were using on you, but you weren't far either. You could feel a knot forming in your belly with every thrust of theirs, leaving out some lewd and muffled moans and whimpers. It hurt, but.. the feeling of closure, both of them thrusting into you like they never fucked you, manhandling you. Mingi's hands on your breasts, fondling with your nipples and Yunho's on your thighs, dragging himself closer with every thrust.

"B-babe, you h-avent finished yet. Are we not good to you, love?" Yunho said, admiring the view in front of him, tears falling off your face with every full thrusts of both guys. Right after wiping your tears, he backed off and left you in surprise.

"Wh-what are you doing? Why did y-you stop, Yuyu?" you said, trying to catch your breath, whinning at your ruined orgasm.

He was looking at you with so much thirst, so much lust. He wanted to eat you as a whole right there and then, but hold himself back.

"Beg. You were close, right? Beg for it. Mingi, stop for a moment." Yunho said and Mingi did as he wanted and stopped thrusting. He made you cockwarm him, there was no friction between the two of you.

It's not like they weren't close to finishing... but they already did once and Yunho wanted to play with you. He always did that, didn't matter the circumstance. And... you loved every second of it.

"Babe. please. I was really close, Yuyu." you pleaded, looking him. You went in for a kiss, Mingi leaving a soft moan at you moving suddenly on his cock to get closer to Yunho's face. He accepted the kiss, his hand going straight to you clit, rubbing circles on it. All you could hear was Mingi's soft whimpers while you were slowly moving on top of him, without Yunho seeing you and your own lewd sounds.

You moved one of your hands on Yunho's dick and as you felt you were both close, you wanted to also help Mingi so you got up and moved his cock to your folds, sliding it right in. You flinched at the sensation, both boys touching you. Yunho twitched when u squeezed his tip as Mingi first thrusted into you, leaving out a small whimper. You loved when he whimpered... he didn't do it often and it turned you on so bad, you felt like you'd cum only by hearing him let out pleasure sounds.

"Yuyu.. I'm really close -" you said, trying to catch your breath.

"M-me too" he said, going in for yet another kiss and closing the space between your bodies so you can stroke his dick better and deeper, down to the base of it. You were rubbing circles right on his tip, receiving some soft whimpers from him.

You could feel the yet again knot forming in your belly, now being closer to bursting than ever.

"B-babe" you tried to say.

"Yes, love?" Yunho said, himself close to finishing but keeping his composure.

"I - I need to-" you tried to say but couldn't finish the sentence.

"Hm? What did you say babe? Use your words, pretty" Mingi said, leaving you whining for their movements.

"P-please, fuck me harder. I need to feel both of y-you !" you said with all your power before falling on Mingi's chest, feeling dizzy from everything happening.

"See babe? wasn't that hard, was it?" Yunho said and gave Mingi a look and both started thrusting wildly into you.

Moments later you felt the heat in you burst and also felt how you were getting filled up by both boys, ceasing their movements slowly to come down from their highs.

"Oh, my god. Boys... this was. I don't have words" you said slowly, still feeling dizzy and weak.

"How was it, hm? Did you enjoy it? We sure... did." Yunho said as he looked at Mingi, seeing how flushed his cheeks were.

"Mingi, did you like it?" He said playfully.

"Y/n, we should do this more often. To be honest with you, before we left home we didn't even think of doing this. It was all Yunho's idea right after you said you were doing okay after all everything. He just went for it and I fucking loved it. God damn, I was so horny before we left, we ended up leaving 10 minutes later cause I had to bust one. You should've seen Yunho's face, he was laughing so hard at me !" the boy said, whinning.

"I can imagine" You said laughing.

"So..when do you finish.. work next week? We can come pick you up with Mingi's car. It's... more spacious. What do you think, mm?" Yunho said, stroking your cheek with his hand.

"Babe! We said we'd get dinner next week!"

"Yes but... what did I say wrong? You're so fucking beautiful, I can't just eat with you that night... we'll need to also eat you out." He said, gave you a kiss and then left Mingi to help you dress, while he went back in the driver's seat to start the car.

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kenyummy · 4 months ago

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DEVOID — YUKIMIYA KENYU

[NSFW] SYNOPSIS : you and yukimiya kenyu are fuck buddies. even the term friends stretches the relationship you two have... or so you think. it seems all this time spent together wasn't so devoid of feelings after all.

note: guys im going to be dead serious with you all right now this is 4k words of complete and utter FILTH this is like horrid. purely smut theres little to no plot... um... motivation to post this was from FINALLY getting the yuki bot to love me guys we all cheered in unison. YUKIBEL CANON!!!

wc ;; 4.2k

Yukimiya crashes his lips against yours with so much ferocity you wonder if this is truly the cool headed, kind pretty boy that everyone seems to fawn over. His glasses bump into your nose but you don't pay it any mind, and you can't help yourself. You kiss him back with just as much intensity, fire licking in your stonach and spreading down to the tips of your toes.

The way his tongue slips against yours—he almost feels experienced, with how easily he swallows the whines you let out and how simply he groans against your teeth. You don't like the thought of that, so you don't entertain it. All you want to think about is right here, in front if you—Kenyu Yukimiya, who's currently kissing you like it's his last time to do so.

The way he kisses—so firey hot and overwhelming, you knees buckle when his tough fingers find their home on your waist, blunt nails digging into your clothes and squeezing the fat around your hips.

His knee was placed right between your legs, from where you're pressed up against the cool, slightly dusty wall of the soccer storage room. He jerks his knee upwards with his tongue runs against the smoothness of your teeth, and your breath gets caught in your throat. Fuck.

He's criminally good, you deduced. His hands run along the side of your body—along your school shirt and skirt, hard and rough like he was waiting for his moment. The thought makes your heart race.

Your fingers thread through Yukimiya's brown locks and you tug, hard, when you need air. He groans hard, deep and sultry, against your lips, and pulls his tongue out of your god damn throat to pull your lips apart, ever so slightly. There's barely an inch of a gap between you two, but you still greedily gasp up all the air you can get, panting against his mouth like a damn mutt.

The sight of you-he thanks God that he brought his glasses with him, with such a wonderful sight—all red-faced and panting. Tell me, [name], who's the fool now? He smiles, wide, and he's sure you can feel the pull of his facial muscles with how close you're pressed together, as if leaving a gap between you both would kill you.

At this point, with his shorts straining against his hardening cock, he thinks it would kill him. You're burning hot, like a wildfire that he should not dare touch—but Yukimiya's always had a knack for going against the weak man's route out.

If he were a weaker man, perhaps with less self control, he'd have you crying on his dick already, babbling nonsense and clutching his shoulders like he was the only comfort you could find during these harsh woes. The thought does sound appealing to him—Yukimiya was never a liar—but he finds far more enjoyment in this process, rather than the result.

This process, the one that would lead to you begging for him—a warmth blooms in his chest—was one he was sure he'd enjoy, immensely.

"Yukki..." Your voice is light and airy, like you're already on the clouds—and you haven't even done anything yet. You're pathetic, desperate and needy, and Yukimiya loves every part of it. Feeling like, for once, he was in control-the brash, confident persona had disappeared, and all that was left in its place was a whiny girl who doesn't have the energy to get herself off. "Puh... Please..."

You don't even know what you're begging for—but with this unquenchable thirst bubbling in your throat, you know you want more.

"What?" He smiles-not his strained, clearly—pissed-off smile, but his model-worthy, drop dead gorgeous smile that is so rarely ever shown to you. From the way he's twinkling right now, teeth pearly white, it's so abundantly clear that he's enjoying this.

"T..." You swallow thickly, removing your nails from his scalp and grabbing onto his larger hands, pressing them right under your chest. "Touch me... please..."

Fuck. What a fucking asshole. He's getting hard from you asking this. You can see his soccer shorts straining upwards, and his cock is practically outlined in the material. Those shorts were always a bother to get off, anyway.

Yukimiya doesn't let your mind wander any farther, and slips his deft fingers underneath your white button-up. First, his lined fingertips trace your stomach, flitting over any odd lines and creases. The gentleness of his touch makes your heart leap in your chest.

He trails his fingers up until they come into contact with the lace of your bra. His brows furrowed slightly, a motion you find cute, and he wastes no time in slipping his arms around you and unclasping your bra, so swift and smooth you're sure he's done this before.

"You're a real pro at this," Your stomach twists in anticipation when he sends you a smile. He allows you to shimmy off your bra and quickly unbutton the first few of your shirt. Your cleavage is on full display for him, and his eyes practically sparkle behind his glasses' lens.

"Always so pretty," murmured Yukimiya under his breath, greedy fingers digging into your shirt and tugging your tits out the dip in the front, kneading and squeezing the fat once he got a good hold of them. "Pretty face n' tits," he shines you a pearly white grin once more.

You feel your face grow hot. The room must have gone from ice cold to at least thirty degrees hotter, with how your breath fogs slightly and a bead of sweat drips down the side of your face.

His pointer finger and thumb start to tweak at your nipples—shooting sparks of electricity down your veins, fingers trembling against his wrists. Your nails dig into his skin-perhaps marking him as yours, and Yukimiya can't complain with that.

You let out little gasps and whines that go straight to his dick-he can hardly feel how hard it is, though, when his entire, undivided attention is focused solely on you. How could he not? Your mouth is parted slightly in heavy breaths, and you have some sort of angelic glow to you that's impossible to ignore.

His lips meet yours once more, swallowing your breathy voice and entangling his tongue with you. Yukimiya can't get enough. He isn't sure he ever will.

After feeling your nipples grow hard and pebbly within his touch, he finally pulls away his assault and you can finally breathe again. At the same time, he also leans his head back from the breath-taking kiss, orange eyes flitted downwards at where your skirt creases just above your mid thigh.

Before he can do anything, however, you grasp at the ends of his shirt and tug slightly—the thought that that's all you can manage in this state somehow fuels his ego—with a pout on your reddened, thoroughly kissed lips, "Take... it off... please."

Yukimiya's no stranger to people liking how he looks-he is a model, after all—but the thought of you loving his looks so much your whiny voice is pleading for him to just take it off—it makes his cheeks grow pink. His heart churns in his chest when he shoves the end of his shirt over the head and slips it off with ease, revealing his slim, yet toned body to you and your eyes. It feels oddly romantic.

Yukimiya wastes not a single second, after slipping his glasses back on his nose, in dipping his head back down and kissing you once more, softer now. With feather-light kisses that make you feel like you're on a cloud, it almost does its job in distracting you from the hand that inches beneath your skirt.

It's embarrassing—practically humiliating to say—but you're seriously soaked. Yukimiya realises this when he rubs his pointer finger over your underwear and feels the wetness pooling—he smiles, wide.

All of this is because of him.

It somehow makes him a little more confident knowing you're just as aroused as he is right now. Sure—it was pretty obvious, but confirmation is always nice. He knows this better than anybody.

His fingertips grazes against the fabric covering your clit and the sound you let out is downright sinful—a broken, wanting moan that fills his eardrums-he thinks its about the prettiest sound he's ever heard.

"You're so insatiable," He grins, like a Cheshire cat, and lithe fingers slide your underwear to the side. Slowly, he traces the wetness that drips around your hole and clings to his fingers—dipping in the two middle fingers on his hand slowly, but surely.

Stretching you out was always an activity Yukimiya enjoyed. He dips his two fingers even furthur inside you, relishing in each hitch of your breath as he slowly pulls them out—then back in. It doesn't take too long before your whimpers pick up in both frequency and noise, when he starts scissoring your cunt open and touching every soft, squishy spot that makes your head spin.

You're so lost in the pleasure Yukimiya is gracefully offering you, that you don't even notice when he drops down to his knees—digging into the dusty floorboards of the soccer storage room—and tucks his head safe underneath your skirt, and pulls your panties down so they pool around your ankles.

He nearly drools when he sees the string of slick that connects his fingers to your pussy when he pulls them out. He can't see your face right now, from where his head is covered by the fabric of your school skirt—but he can practically envision the cute, confused expression you must have. He loves those expressions that you make—when you're at the peak of your pleasure and you're about to come, he doesn't think any sight in the world can compare to that.

That's why Yukimiya dips his head further and licks a flat, kitten-lick across the dip of your pussy. He hears you whimper—it makes him grin when he realises you can't even predict what he's going to do next because you can't even see him-he only feels you lightly grab the top of his head with your nails, still separated by the thick fabric of your skirt.

"Such a pretty pussy," He murmured, seeing your hole clench around nothing and making him smile. He absolutely loves it when only his words have such a big effect on you. "I could die down here."

Yukimiya nudges his head up, and presses a light kiss to your clit. He can feel the twitch of your legs when he does so. He does it again. Then again. Then once more. He's enjoying your small, minuscule reactions to his teasing. Until, you jerk his head forward with your hand—his nose is forced to nudge into your clit and his lips are practically buried in you already—and you groan, through heavy breaths.

"Yukki... stop bein' annoying! I'll punch you if you don't do it already, so stop—!!!"

Your words die in your throat when he immediantly starts eating you out like you're his last meal without any form of warning, tongue dipping against your hole and fingers moving upwards to help you get off. The cacophony of whimpers that leave your mouth fuel Yukimiya's want to just make you cum already, and the way you leave such a taste on his tongue is so addicting.

With his head buried underneath your skirt and the breathy moans that escape your bruised lips—it's abundantly easy to tell what's going on in here if anybody happened to walk into the very un-locked soccer storage room, but all it did was give you a sense of excitement.

You had to be quick, otherwise someone might walk in, and see you moaning like a cheap whore while Yukimiya, the popular, perfect pretty boy, has his head underneath your skirt and nose dug into your cunt.

Your stomach tightens like a coil, and your breathing suddenly intensifies. Your legs feel all jittery and your recognise this feeling just as much as Yukimiya does—you grasp onto the back of his head and dig yourself farther into his face, "I—I'm...!!! C... Close... !!!" You can hardly finish your sentence without a breathy yelp interrupting.

Thankfully—it seems Yukimiya knows your body just as well as you do—he speeds up his subtle ministrations and thrusts his fingers inside even deeper, thighs clenching around his head and you're rocking your cunt into his face and his glasses are all foggy so he can hardly see—he moans against your pussy from the overwhelming sensation, free hand gripping the fat of your ass.

You're unfathomably embarrassed that his deep moan was enough to set you off, coil snapping instantly and sending a flurry of pleasure coursing through every part of you. You're tearing up, lips trembling and you're babbling absolute nonsense, but Yukimiya slurps up every bit of the clear liquid that spills out of you. The lewd sounds make you slap your hands over your burning hot face.

You finally realise, after you ride out your high and slumped against the wall—you're not too sure Yukki has air down there, with how hard your thighs are clenching around him. You peer down when he slowly starts trying to stand up, skirt fluttering against the front of your thigh when he removes himself from the haven underneath your skirt.

You snicker weakly, hand slowly reaching up and covering your mouth, "You... okay?"

He looks like he just came himself. His face is burning hot and red, his perfectly styled brown locks have been tousled everywhere—stands falling all over his forehead and cheeks. His glasses are tilted to the side—sliding down his nose bridge and are completely foggy and hot. You wonder how they didn't fall off once you practically started riding his face.

"Great, actually." The charming laugh that escapes his lips doesn't match the wild expression on his face right now.

His pupils are dark and wide and blown with mind-numbing pleasure, sweat drips down his perfectly smooth face and his entire lower mouth to jaw is drenched in what seems to be a mix of your juices and his own drool. A thin line of it still trails out of his pink lips, and with how pathetic he looks right now, you can't help the smile that creeps up.

He looks so, so happy, you can't help but indulge him, just a little. When he sticks his drenched fingers into your mouth, you obediently suck them, tongue swirling around his fingertips and closing your lips around the base of his knuckle.

"You're gorgeous," he presses a light kiss to the top of your head, and removes his fingers from your lips with a pop. "My pretty, pretty girl..."

He's never felt so loving towards you before. It almost freaks you out. He wipes the wetness off of his face with the back of his hand.

You hate how much his nicknames have an effect on you. You can feel yourself clench around nothing—even though you just came-and Yukimiya easily notices the way you rub your thighs together underneath your skirt.

"Already?" He raises a brow, but looks evidently pleased. You don't wish to say a word, so you keep your embarrassment to yourself. "You're perfect."

He strokes the side of your face so lovingly—as if an apology of some sort for the harsh way he grabs your tits once more, kneading so hard it almost hurts in his palm.

"Mmm..." You hum—clearly in content, but wanting more—pushing back at his wrists. "We don't... have much time before they'll start looking..."

Right. For a good second, Yukimiya truly forgot where you two were. In the middle of the soccer club's storage room, after school hours and if you stay any longer you'll be practically asking for his teammates to find you two here.

Yukimiya sighs, like he's disappointed. "Alright. We'll go quick." He says the word with so much disdain. "But you'll have to keep it down."

A confident, knowing tone—god, does it piss you off, but you heed his warning with a roll of your eyes and begrudging nod.

Sucking in a deep breath, Yukki finally reaches down and slips a thumb underneath the waistband of his soccer shorts. He pulls the last piece of fabric he's wearing down, alongside his boxers, and just enough so that finally, there stands his painfully erect, pretty dick.

His cock is so pretty, just like he is. Pre practically drooling and flushed a cute pink at the tip—there's a freckle you love to kiss when you give him head and make him all starry-eyed. Despite how slim Yukki was, he did not lack one bit in this kind of thing.

You waste no time in reaching your hand down and cupping his cock in your palms-he hisses through his teeth and you smile at this. Finally, even if just for a moment, you feel as if you've gained the upper hand.

"Just..." He sucks in a deep, shaky breath. "Lemme..." He removes your hand-though, it seemed with much hesitation—and pushed you even harder against the pale blue wall.

He flips your skirt up and sneaks a hand underneath your thigh—lifting it up and you instinctively wrap it around his waist, like so many times you had before—he leans his hips forward, and his tip makes contact with your clit.

It makes you jump, and him smile. Yukimiya grabs his cock in his hand and guides it down the slit of your pussy—using your slick as makeshift lube and wetting his dick. With each stroke, his head caught on the hood of your clit and made you gasp.

Fuck. You're not too sure you can hold out for much longer without jumping him and sitting on his dick yourself.

Luckily—perhaps some higher being blessed you—Yukimiya finally deems you ready enough, and with one shaky sigh, he slips his tip into your flexing hole, making your stomach twist.

"Y... Yukki..." You pull him closer, so that your chest is pressed up right against his.

"[name]..." He mumbles, lips right next to your ear. His voice sounds like a soothing melody compared to the hotness between your legs that slowly made you unable to think. "Can I keep going... ??"

What a gentleman, anyone who didn't know him as well as you do would think. In reality, he just wants to hear you say it yourself, Yes, Yukki, I want you so bad, just put it in me already.

Well, unluckily for him, you're a strong, independent woman who won't bend to anyone's will except her own—

"Yes, God, I need you, Yukki..." Your voice comes out in a breathy whine while you stare up at him, eyes half lidded and hazy from lustful pleasure. Your words make him smile shiftily, pleased with your response.

As a reward for your obedience to his unspoken request, Yukimiya does exactly as asked and slips his cock in further and further until your hips are pressed right together, and he's bottomed out.

In this way, you and him have never felt closer. You've never felt such love bursting out of your chest when staring so deeply into his amber eyes. They sparkle, and it makes you wish to glimmer in his eyes, too.

Your heart nearly beats out of your chest when he gives a shallow thrust, testing the waters. "Mmm... Yukki..."

The way you say his name—lazy and drawn out, something so unlike you—drives him crazy. It gets him worked up enough that he gives a harder, more put-together push into your cunt.

It elicits another whine from you, so he keeps going. It doesn't take too long before he's set a steady pace and you're pushed back against the wall with each hard movement of his hips.

In and out of you—you think you may as well explode here and now. Your face is flushed so red and your lips are parted in a constant cacophony of moans, "Yukki...!" Is the only word he can coherently make out with your blubber of noises.

You're so quiet now—he thinks you should be like this all the time.

Well, not exactly quiet—but he likes these noises a lot more than the passive-aggressive insults, anyway. You sound so pretty—if he could, he'd record your singing for him and listen to it every chance he gets.

Yukimiya Kenyu is so undoubtedly, unfathomably infatuated with you that it scares him.

So, he chooses not to think about the underlying feelings that he may feel towards you—and instead, let himself get lost within this pleasurable feeling of you—and pretend for a second, you really are his.

He leans his forehead down and presses it against yours, eyes closed with grunts escaping his reddened lips. You're getting louder. The whines pooling out of your lips are like honey—but he can't possibly allow those that are unworthy to bear witness to them.

So, he does the only viable option, and presses his lips against yours—swallowing your moans and they reverberate down his throat. You're barely even kissing him—your lips are parted wide open even as his tongue slips between them. Drool pours down the side of your mouth and it's so messy and gross and Yukki can't get enough.

"Y—Yukki...!!!" He can barely hear you whine from the way his lips muffle yours. His lower stomach starts to tighten and he can feel your thighs tense up around his waist. You're close. He is, too.

It's as if instinct takes over and suddenly, he's groaning so heavily, pulling away from your lips and leaking down to connect his mouth in the crook of your neck.

He sucks bruises into your skin—purple blotches decorating the smooth expanse of your neck, but it only makes you louder. Yukimiya can't even find it within himself to care anymore. He wants to hear your voice blessing his ears—he couldn't care less if one of his teammates heard.

At least then, they'd back the fuck off.

"Yukki...! I'm so.... ugh...!! Yukki..." You repeat his name countless times, each time sounding sweeter as he approaches his soul ripping orgasm. His thrusts grow less precise and more sloppy—he's practically rutting into you while chasing his high.

You don't even get a chance to scream when his hand is abruptly shoved down your skirt and he starts rubbing at your clit. Your lips parted in shock and you're panting like a dog in heat—he rubs ferocious circles on your sensitive nub and it leads to the elastic band inside your stomach snapping upon contact.

Suddenly, the short-lived silence is shattered and you're mewling into his ears, tears streaking down your cheeks so pathetically that he removes himself from your bruised neck to kiss them away.

Salt stains his lips, and his brain when he realises what he's doing.

Fuck.

It hits him, hard. Both his orgasm, and the realisation that dawns upon him.

He's in love with you.

Yukimiya Kenyu is terrifyingly and irrevocably in love with you.

He thinks this as white spurts from the tip of his cock and shoots inside you—his thrusts grow rapid and eccentric as he desperately chases his high.

You feel so good—so warm, so snug, so you-that it makes his head spin with warmness and he can't help the words that utter out of his lips alongside heavy breathing and whorish whines that do not suit such a perfect boy like Yukimiya Kenyu, "I love you—IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouloveyou—"

He can hardly hear himself as he fucks his own cum back into you—dragging you both to the edges of overstimulation-but he can't stop. You sob even harder—you can't tell whether from his words, the confession that came with it, your painfully pulsing pussy or a combination of all three, "I love you! I fucking love you, Kenyu—I love you, I love you!"

The words spill out of your lips so naturally, like you had said it a hundred times before. This seems to calm his erratic mind, and he sucks in a deep and heavy breath of air.

Finally, after his cock softens inside you, he pulls out—a trail of his white cum drips out of your empty hole. It feels gross when you lift up your damp panties and slip them on. You shiver, but to say you hated the feeling of him being inside you would be a lie.

Yukimiya is silent as he bends down and picks up his discarded shirt, tucking himself back in and fixing up his shorts while you readjust your skirt.

After a little while of you twiddling your fingers like an idiot, you finally speak, "So... You wanna... talk about that? I mean... a whole lotta feelings were poured out there..."

The awkward tone you set instantly vanished when a boyish chuckle escapes his lips, and it makes you smile at him fondly. "Guess so."

His post-orgasmic glow made him look even more ethereal than ever before, and the thought that you would be the only one to ever see the perfect pretty model like this makes you feel all warm inside.

"Not very devoid of feelings anymore, is it?" Yukimiya manages to crack his first light-hearted joke towards you, and it positively melts your heart. "You... feel the same... right? You weren't just saying that... because you were feeling everything too much...?"

He sounds so scared. You wrap your arms around him, uncaring you're both sweaty and that the room smells of sex, it's a loving action that he immediantly reciprocates, "Duh. Why else would I say it, stupid? I didn't know... if you really meant it..."

I was scared you didn't.

"Of course I do," He presses a kiss behind your ear. It feels so intimate, even more than how he fucked you. Such a small action, yet it felt so meaningful. "I think... I always have."

You reach up, and clear the fog that's gathered on the lens of his glasses. He smiles at the gesture, and says, "Let's go. Our teammates are probably worried sick."

"Probably heard how good you were making me feel, actually," And there it is—the snarky, dirty comment he was anticipating yet not prepared for—and the evil smile on your thorougly-kissed lips confirms his thoughts. "I mean, gosh, I didn't even know I could be that loud. Just proves how good that dick is."

He stomach squeezes and his face grows red. "Fuck..." He groans, eyes half-lidded and clouded with a familiar emotion. "Why do you have to talk so filthily? Do you want me to take you again?"

The devilish—yet strangely innocent gleam in your squinted eyes say much more than words ever could. His cock twitches in his shorts—and all it takes is some languid rubbing and more vivid descriptions on how he made you feel, and Yukki is fully hard once more.

The sight makes you grin wickedly.

You reach your hand inside his shorts, deciding this time, you're going to take the initiative, while he can sit back and look all pretty.

Feelings can come later, all you can focus on right now is fanning the burning need within you—that can only be satiated by the whimpering man right here in front of you.

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hii I love ur stuff I have a request for reader getting her dream come true come to life which is modeling for alo like from your second fic !!

love u !!

You’re too kind 🥹 ily 🤍 this was supposed to be short n sweet but then I just couldn’t stop ! I decided instead of a blurb it’ll be part three to this series so thank u for the idea !! I hope you enjoy <3

PUSH YOU TO THE LIMITS

౨ৎ Pairing: Art Donaldson/Tashi Duncan x ballerina!reader

౨ৎ Summary: finally your dream of modeling for active wear besides your ideal model differences has come true, but the adoration and attention you pull leaves Art and Tashi wanting you just for themselves

౨ৎ Word count: 4k

౨ৎ Warnings: smut !, p in v (unprotected sex), oral (m) reviving, fingering, voyeurism, no use of y/n, sugar!baby reader, age gap (reader early 20’s), Art and Tashi dilf/milf age, lots of pinning, teasing, eventual filth, petite!reader, edging, praise and some degradation kink, pet names

౨ৎ part one | two | four

You couldn’t believe it, you finally made it.

Here in Florence. On your first modeling contract for Alo, you’d only dreamed of the day under a week ago.

You were bubbling with excitement from within, your perfectly manicured nails painted in a dainty French tip dug into the your skin of your wrists as you watched the sights beyond the SUV you were being driven in. You nibbled on your bottom lip to subtle the smile you just couldn’t hide away. It felt like you’ve completed life when it was all just beginning. And Tashi couldn’t have been more right, all the hard work you put in on your own, was worth the pay off.

You fidgeted with the sleeves of your cardigan in anticipation as you passed over a bridge, beautiful monument of the city ahead of you. Your cheeks heating up behind the glass of your window again in thrill, you then felt a warm hand set on your thigh.

“Are you cold, love ? Or is it too hot in here ?” Arts tone was gentle as he noticed your state, the corners of his lips turned up in a smile as his blue eyes met your glance.

“Could we get the ac down some ?” Tashi asked the driver as she hadn’t looked up from whatever paperwork she’d been examining in her lap.

“No, no. I’m fine.” You reassured with gratitude in your expression when you finally turned from your personal sight seeing to face the couple. “I’m just- so astounded. I can’t believe I’m here.”

“Well start to believe it. From ballerina, to tennis player.. to model.” Art had gave you an encouraging grin. “You’re unstoppable you know ?”

You couldn’t help but fall bashful under his words, flustering up all over again as you giggled coyly.

You were determined. Something you learned early on in your ballet days of always keeping your mindset forward and eyes on the prize. You hugged your legs to your chest as Art played with the ends of your softly kept hair.

You were over the moon by the fact Art wasn’t too busy with tennis that he’s able to accompany you and Tashi on your work trip. His wife encouraged he say back to rest up during his off season, but he insisted he’d be by his little ballerina gone model on her first job. It was a big moment.

“Ooh… can we stop and get pastries ?” You asked as you all passed by some of the most beautiful cafe’s you’d ever seen, eyes wide and almost drooling as you watched through the glass like a child.

“Later. They want you there early. We don’t even have much time to stop by the hotel.” Tashi replied as she finally brought her attention away from her work to glance out the window briefly, and Art just admired the way you looked at the environment like it was heaven. Always taken away by your joyous innocence for everything new around you.

You were adorable in his eyes.

Finally arriving, it was even more face paced than you anticipated. You were in hair and makeup as soon as you all had gotten inside the upscale building and your eyes tried to take in every inch of overly eloquent wainscotting that linned the walls as they could.

You couldn’t help but be ruled by intrigue any time you stepped foot in a new jaw dropping place with Art and Tashi. And soon enough there were people all around your tiny figure, trying to match up your foundation shade perfectly to your luminescent skin. Products being put into your loose locks to make it bounce and flow effortlessly for the cameras.

Tashi had rushed with part of the campaign team to run over your looks with a couple of stylists standby while Art stayed with you. Viewing as they made you look beyond picture perfect, which he would digress because you were everything above heavenly just as.

Before you knew it, you were dressed and ready in your first outfit on set. The fluorescent lights being adjusted to warm tones that made your skin glow in the five different lenses surrounding you.

Art and Tashi had only been a couple feet away as they observed from behind the cameras and rile of people all trying to capture you.

They caught sight of ever way your peachy yet plump lips sat as someone adjusted your gloss. Round doe eyes raised to the celling as they ran a camera test for you to settle comfortably. Your hair teased in the perfect way that made you look astonishingly elegant all while staying true to athletic.

You were everything above angelic in the couples eyes as your silhouette glowed. To everyone really.

No one on that set could take their staring eyes away from the way you naturally fell into posing. Having kept in mind when Tashi ran by you everything she picked up in her days of modeling, working fast but making sure to sell what you had been given. For the flawless way to grab the audience, make sure to tilt your head away from the camera just enough to dominate the spotlight.

And how you did just that in more.

Tashi rested a elbow in her hand as she viewed your stretches and high lounges when you twirled to let the camera capture you gracefully, her fingertip running over her tinted lips in thought, or more hesitation, as she waited for the moment to give you any notes. But as more time passed she just had to sit back and watch. You were leisurely making shot after shot for the crew of people snapping you.

The cameras adored your aura.

“She’s a fucking natural.” Art murmurs to Tashi as he stood by to observe the light that was you.

“Five two couldn’t stop her if she was turned down by the biggest company in the world.” The woman commented and Art let out a chuckle in agreement, they both couldn’t help but be in awe.

And when you had stood to take a break for a moment, you shot the couple a honeyed little grin, sweetness pouring off of you, magnifying them like magic or something. You watched as Tashi stood up straighter in her chair and Art’s tongue darted out just shortly to wet his lip when you floated out of the back rooms with new attire.

Soft stretchy grey fabric stuck to the curves of your skin just snug as you made the leggings and sports bra set you wore look like it should be worth millions.

“Fuck,” Art cursed out breathily at the sight. Your legs looking longer and even more toned than ever now, you tried to act like you didn’t notice the way everyone’s demeanor changed when you walked back in the the room and entirely filled up space liked you’d been some higher being.

All you could think is they just wanted more of you.

Your blush soft but prominent as you started to pick up on exactly what you had put down. Sudden twist in the rapture.

Tashi took a swallow at the saliva forming in her mouth, the woman noted one of the directors come up to adjust the way you posed there waiting in obedience. Fidgeting with her rings. They came up to whisper in your ear, and she tried to see her very best over cameras as you nodded.

She noticed a hand going straight to your inner thigh as they tilted you in a soft Arabesque.

Being so used to being propped and toyed with till perfection from the ballet. It was like second nature for you being the muse. And you couldn’t quite deny the fact that you even enjoyed the likeness of being a doll on display for everyone’s amusement.

Something about it felt accommodating to you. Even now, with the way Art had been eyeing your posture down. lips slightly agape as he sucked in a breath to chew at his knuckle briefly in the sight of the way your ass made shape of the glorious leggings, your chest was upturned just at the right degree for his viewing. It sucked in a breath that could of inaccurately been a potential growl.

Your lips twitched as you tried not to let a sly smile take upon your lips. You were still being posed with hands gliding all over your body like molding work while Tashi and Art fought god’s gracious battle not to pull you off of that set.

It all kind of felt like a game to you. A fun little way of showing them they weren’t the only two who wanted you anymore.

Now, you were their craft that could be easily taken and made for others to touch at any given moment if you let them. Turned into an absolute masterpiece of what they created of you from the bottom, now rising to the top.

Quickly as they could have seen it coming, you were profitable it was clear, more beautiful, talented and ambitious than ever. Determined to get everyone to see you shine.

That thought absolutely mortified Tashi more than she anticipated.

An ache started to form deep within the former tennis player as she recognized the glint in your eye. A new spark of power that you stolen over the room. And for the first time in a while, fear had really been trying to break her overbearing wall of calm and collect.

She narrowed her eyes over at Art, he had glanced back at his wife in exchange of some other kind of language you hadn’t fully figured out yet. But they were completely knowing of what had just went up.

Usually having control over whatever happened in width of everything you were — this was the first time they weren’t behind the wheel, and everything about that terrified them.

The expansion of what you could become.

When the shoot with Alo had been a full out completion of shots of you just spoiling the cameras with your allure, you rued the moment when you’d come down from the high. The glamour of it all might of been too much for your little head and small former ballerina background to handle.

“Do you think you’ll spread out to more than just athletics ? Do a- I don’t know, Vogue cover or something ? You could.”

Your high pitched squeal bounced off the bathroom’s enclosure as you’d nearly jumped from the bathtub you had been basking in, hands going to reach for Arts when his words were exactly what made you tick. You’d even splashed some of your bath water on him and he couldn’t help but let out a loud laughing at your reaction, making you giggle along.

“Oh my god ! Could you imagine ? Like really.. me. On the cover of Vogue. No way, no way-” your eyelashes now bare and softly coated in the mist of the steaming bath water. Art grinned at the way you leaned on the side of the tub into his warmth, his own finger trailed through the bubbles surrounding you while he sat just above the water.

Smile plastered to the curve of your lips that was all too pretty for him.

Tashi hadn’t said much of a word to the two of you since you’d all been back at the hotel, but overhearing your conversation with her husband as she readied a towel from the sink area made the thread unravel.

“You love it don’t you ?” Her tone smoky where you couldn’t tell if it was genuine wonder or coming from a place of knowing. It was never clear when it came to the enticing woman. “Eyes not getting enough of you, preforming for everyone in the room as a collective but specifically to haunt each individual differently, hm ?”

Both you and Art were directed to her lean body standing by the tap, fingers tugged at the cuff of her simple cream colored sweater as her eyes locked on you. The towel resting in her hands stretched for your entry.

“Come.”

You rose from the tub beneath you at her word, droplets of water ran down your naked body as you stood and faced the cold air without hesitation. Pruning hands covered your chest and Art rose to help you step out from the bath.

It was nothing for the drips of water to meet the floor as you glided your way to Tashi. She wrapped you up snug in the balmy cloth, examining the way you turned for her to dry you off smooth and in an unhurried manner. You couldn’t help but think about the coldness that probably bored her hands from underneath the towel and the way it would feel to come in contact with your skin right then.

And just when you let your mind wander her flush finger just missed your bareness as it crept to lift your chin so you’d meet her eye-line. You swallowed quickly as you searched her brown peering into yours and your hands only instinctively gripped the hem of your cover up, she filled your senses up ever so quickly.

“I don’t want you forgetting who made you, where you belong.”

“I won’t. I couldn’t.” You were stunned you didn’t stutter from the way Tashi’s free hand has been briefing the completion of your exposed thigh. Yet you never looked away from her entrance, Arts eyes had dropped from where your lips had been so close to one another, to the way Tashi pushed on your towel to reveal harden nipples against glass like skin.

“You don’t act like it. You act like you want to be touched, so badly. Yearning for it in everything you do, from anyone.. you’re that desperate for it you don’t even think twice to hide it.” Tashi spoke sharply down to you and your bottom lip sunk between your teeth as her fingertips only made soft slow circles around your sensitive area just by your core.

You put up a battle not to let a gentle nose escape your lips.

“No,” you croaked out with uncertainty. Your hand going to reach the counter giving leverage to you as Tashi made one in your space.

“Yeah.” Her mouth went to grade the tender lobe of your ear, “I think you need to be reminded who you belong to. Get those whore thoughts out of your mind before they get you in trouble..”

You only whined out breathily before a yelp came from you as Tashi pinched down on the meat of your inner thigh and it stung, sending bolts throughout your body, but quickly soothed by the way the woman’s slender fingers found your slit and grazed the wetness just settled around your pussy.

“Spread those legs for us, pretty.” Tashi made sure she hoisted you up on the counter, you were light as a feather to her hands and she made sure to push your legs wide so you were on display for her and Arts sight only. Your chest heaved as your heart race increased as you didn’t know what would happen in response. Was she upset ? Pleased ?

You felt Arts presence embark you as his big hands went to push a few strands of hair from your delicate face that had gone up in temperature rather quickly. The way Tashi’s middle finger went to toy with your clit made you hiss,

“You’re just our little thing aren’t you ? You’re ours. So sweet for us on display. Say it.” Tashi had been staring you down, eyes burning into the way your expression scrunched up with exhilaration as her fingers found their place stroking your cunt, your head might as well been done with how light it was getting from the tangency being all too much.

“I’m yours, I’m- - mm, yours” you whimpered out as your mind went cloudy from Tashi’s soft circles around your heat and freehand gripping your thigh to stay nice and spread. Your eyes watched the way Art licked his lips slow, the blonde also holding you with grace as your sputtering noises filled his ears.

You couldn’t help but peer into his blues, asking, begging, needing his touch too. You wanted it bad.

You craved it.

Tashi had picked up on it like anything else, her breath hitched softly as you drew closer to the way he watched you trip up on your words around the way her digits play with you, just gripping his arm like a safety as you dripped with wetness that coated the womans fingers.

“You want to ride his cock don’t you, baby ?” Tashi cooed at the way you eyed her husband, knowing all the dirty ways you’d been thinking right then of what he could do to your poor little body.

All you could do was nod your head, damp curls bracing your shoulders and a soft hum came from you, Art had leaned a kiss to your neck smoothly.

“Gotta use your words, babydoll.”

Your eyes had fluttered shut and your body practically jolted off the counter when his caress braced your skin again. Making your little whimpers turn into a ordeal of moans, and you could of sworn you saw Tashi’s lips twitch into a surreal but small grin.

“Yes. Yes, I want to,” you panted out before losing the blondes touch once again as he backed away from your shape. He ended up sunken on the suave couches that were in the center of the lux bedroom, just outside of the bathroom.

You could see him sit back on the seat, manspread and arm lounging it as his finger tapped in calm but certain anticipation of when Tashi had been done with you.

His pupils dialed and filled up with sudden lust that couldn’t be tamed any other way but sinking into the sweetness of his blossom like girl. You.

And you felt your legs snap shut, pulsing with need as your wide submissive eyes couldn’t look away from the man now. Want for him to fill you the brim took you over completely.

Tashi’s hands had been holding you by the waist as she watched your posture be lifted with need, her eyes traveled down your petite body and back to your fawning face.

“Go.” Was all she said before easing up her hold on you, lips turned a content measure as she let you from the counter top to your feet, watching as you trotted your way out the room as to where her husband was. She’d leave him to have his way with you, and she would go back to handling whatever business the assistant would have readied for her.

Art viewed your heaven like shape embarking him, small but full on show smirk across his lips as you hover him briefly, legs on either side of his muscular body and tits on full showiness for him as you eased into his lap.

The blondes hands immediately went to grasp at what he could, your hips, the smooth skin of your ass, his peach colored lips meshed with the side of your neck and to your lips in a sloppy kiss. You smelled of the sweetest sent of vanilla and cherries, skin like the softest stroke of a rose petal in his hands. You were delicate and so open for him to take from, willing and needy for his rough way with you.

“I knew you’d be a good girl.. mmm-” he groaned into your mouth as you kissed him back with greed, lips colliding like how to sky meets the sun, your exposed front sunk into the prime of his chest as he held you, and you’d know just below where Tashi left you wet and clenching

He was fucking hard.

Jeans becoming unbearable as he groped what was there for him to touch of you and you moaned softly with high pitched tones much too heavenly for Art,

“Need you, Art, please..” you breathed out, practically hanging off of just his sent as the man tried his best to pull from your divinity to get his pants off and far away from him. Fastened hands unbuttoning the fabric and unzipping his fly all while you kissed and nibbled on his earlobe.

Art lifted himself and you to push down his boxers, dick springing out on instant and he held himself in wait of you,

“bounce on my cock, princess, you got it.” Art panted as he pressed in the small of your back to arch your position on top of him, your face colliding with his hair in a mess as you whimpered at just his words, hands rushing to grab hold of anything in reach as your whines turned into a strangled cry at the way the head of his cock slid into you.

You held his shoulders and moaned out like a slut at the way he was sliding through your folds. Wetness like a blanket to him as your walls were tight and stretched, you could feel Art curse against your skin when you sunk all the way down on him.

Softly calloused hands on your hips tight, he leaned his head back against the rim of the couch, a hazy smile on his face as you rode him, hips gliding against his own as almost pornographic moans escaped from you instantly.

You felt him deep, rocking and bouncing where it was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, Arts groans filled up the space as your hips took him somewhere else. You were moaning out his name whist the sounds of slapping from between the two of you echoing. You took in every inch of what he gave you in a plea.

It wasn’t long before he had his way with you on as many surfaces of that bedroom as he could, you’d been fucked in so many different ways in so little time you weren’t quite sure how you’d handled it all only still being new to being so sexually aroused and active.

“Oh… oh. fuck! Yes-” You cried out as you’d been on your back now against the Arm of the couch, Arts hips snapping into you as he grunted at the sight of your soaked precum filled cunt taking him pound after another.

Your head dizzy and hanging from the piece of furniture as your body shook with bliss. With the feeling of you potentially being printed on magazine’s all over in the future and being Art and Tashi’s play piece had you on feeling on top of the world, you could say it was enough climax for you alone if you hadn’t been coming a third time right then.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum, Art.. I’m cumming !” Your warnings were so girlish and penetrating to Art, which he just ate right up, trying not to cum himself hearing you yell his name out like that. He kept your thighs flush to him as he pumped you through it and your body trembled with a string of breathless moans when your release hit.

It was so much before the tennis player had felt his own load coming quick, he panted as his body stilled.

“On your knees, sweetheart.”

You did just as he told you, knowing what came next as the first time he came in your mouth. You got on your chiffon like knees, and your fanciful eyes met his with a soft bat of your lashes as Art placed himself on your slick tongue.

You sucked him in till your mouth was full and you groaned softly, Art palmed at your hair from just the sight of your soft lips around his member, biting down on his own as he observed you swallow him.

“hollow those cheeks just like I taught you, princess.”

You held back a gag as you sucked him, holding his base in your petite hand as you slid him through your mouth, only pulling out slowly when you feel his cock twitch inside your enclosure. Art groaned as pumps of his seed were left on your tongue, you couldn’t help but give him a mischievous smile as a string of spit collected with his soft erection from your tongue.

The way he watched you with a grin made you feel like his sweet obedient little girl. Taking all his cum wherever he wanted. It made you blush even after everything.

You could feel the puffiness of your pussy clench just at the sight of the last few drops of cum escaping his cock, and Art had then reached to lift you up from the floor.

Scooping you up in his arms, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle as he held you close under your thighs, shivering body now calm with the rush. You wrapped your arms around his neck tight, not letting go even when he set you down on the bed with him.

“Next time, I want you to have me in front of the window.”

“God, you little minx, what have I done to you ? You just never stop.”

A string of giggles left you as Art kissed your neck, his charming laugh too easy on your ears and he wasn’t wrong.

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The Fan | Jensen x Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Y/N has an unhealthy obsession with a man with a filthy mouth and an oral fixation he’s hell bent on ruining her life with.

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Tags: audio porn, porn AU, dirty talking, daddy kink, praise kink, slight degradation, oral fixation, oral sex galore, use of sex toy, masturbation, public masturbation, Jensen has a filthy filthy mouth in this one, it might make you feral be warned…

WC: ± 4K

A/Ns: I shouldn’t be trusted to write porn when I’m feeling feral because this is absolute filth and I just wanna thank Laura for commissioning it and sending me further down my crazed rabbit hole. <3

Want your own commission? Find out more here!

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“Oh fuck, baby girl, you take Daddy’s cock so fucking well in that tight little cunt, don’t you?” he coos as your whole body starts to break out into a light sweat. “Best damn pussy I’ve ever fucking had, sweetheart.”

You whine, your back arching off the bed, your head fuzzy with your impending orgasm as your eyes flutter closed and you try to stave it off just a little while longer.

“Look at you, so fucking perfect, you were made for me, made for my cock inside you. Daddy’s perfect little slut,” he growls, gasping for breath at the end of his sentence, moaning deep from his chest. “Tell me what you are, I wanna hear you say it.”

“I’m your perfect little whore, Daddy,” you whine out, your fingers working your clit to the very edge of sweet release.

“That’s fucking right you are, baby, feel so fucking good on my cock, fuck, making Daddy wanna fucking cum. Do you want that? Hm? Do you want Daddy’s cum deep in that pussy? Maybe I should put your panties back on you and send you out. Let you walk around the store with my cum dripping down your thighs. Oh you like the fucking sound of that, don’t you?” he chuckles darkly, and you gasp for air, the feeling of the cock pistoning in and out of you almost too much to bear anymore.

“You’re not going to cum again are you?” he asks. “You know how I feel about you cumming when my mouth isn’t down there to taste it. Do you need my tongue in that cunt again, baby girl? Or are you still craving Daddy’s cock? Look at you, so fucking desperate you don’t even know what you want anymore, you just want to be used, don’t you? You just want Daddy to use that fucking cunt over and over until I’m through with it. I’ve fucking got you, baby girl, you’re mine and everyone fucking knows it. I’ve marked you up good, you wanna see your skin, fucking covered in my claim.”

You can’t take anymore, and you cum hard, screaming out in pure ecstasy as your climax washes over every inch of you, and you’re left gasping for air, squirming on the edge of over-stimulation as the cock continues to piston in and out of you at the steady pace you’d set it at.

Your eyes flutter open and you’re brought back to the room, your earbud falling out, letting the natural ambience of your bedroom fill your eyes, the very faint sound of the actor’s voice still bleeding through the forgotten earpiece. Your body is still trembling, goosebumps erupting over every inch of you as you finally reach for the dial beside you and slow the machine down until it’s come to a stop, and you carefully remove the toy from inside you and whimper at the loss of contact, even if you are thoroughly done. You reach for your phone to pause the audio, realising there’s still ten minutes left. You never can make it to the end of one of his audios. That man is far too good at what he does, and it’s a crying shame he doesn’t do videos, though you realise that audio gets you off far better than visual does nowadays. You don’t even think you’d care what the guy looks like, if he can make you cum that hard and that many times with just his words, he could look however he wants and you’d still fuck him.

Somehow, the guy seems to be all your biggest fantasies wrapped up in one dirty mouthed human, and you’re actually starting to worry about your real dating life, given you’re never going to find a guy that will ever come close to your favourite audio actor, you’re sure of it. Still, it doesn’t stop you from trying, even if your nights do end like tonight; alone and getting yourself off with your best investments yet; your fuck machine and Patreon subscription to ‘Dean Winchester’. You hadn’t even needed a machine before Dean, and you actually had more real life sex with real life men, but over time you ended up settling for mediocre one night stands less and less, rathering going home to Dean, instead. You know your obsession is borderline unhealthy at this stage, but if the guy would stop putting out the best audios you’ve ever heard, then maybe you’d stand a chance.

Work is so mind-numbingly boring, you find yourself watching the clock on the wall and praying that the last twenty minutes would hurry up, so you can get out of the office for the weekend. With the weekend upcoming, you don’t have time to start a new project, but you finished your last one two hours ago, and have been desperately trying to seem busy for your boss’s sake since then. You sigh and twist yourself left to right in your office chair, and practically leap at your phone the second it goes off next to you. Finally, something to do.

You’re quick to glance around you when you realise that the notification is from Patreon, and you open it cautiously to see Dean has posted a new audio. It’s rare for him to post something mid afternoon on a Friday, and you read the title and the audio information, eager to find out what your Friday night is going to entail.

Daddy can’t get enough of eating that sweet pussy (with toys)

Contains: Excessive oral sex, daddy kink, use of toys, praise, degradation, slight humiliation, mocking for multiple orgasms, soft dom, aftercare

You look around the office, feeling your pussy getting uncomfortably wet already, and rub your thighs together, reaching into your purse and grabbing your headphones, before quickly making your way towards the bathroom. You would normally at least try to wait the extra hour, and for the comfort of your own home, but this one sounds too good to wait. You just want a little glimpse; at least that’s what you tell yourself as you lock yourself into a bathroom stall and eagerly put an earbud in, making sure your phone is definitely connected to it before you turn the volume up a little.

“Hey, baby girl,” Dean hums through the headphone, and instantly the wetness doubles.

You shift uncomfortably in your heels, and take a seat on the closed toilet lid, hitching your dress up enough to get to your soaked panties. You can just have a little play, it’s not like you’re busy, and no one will know what you’re doing in here.

“Have you missed me? Aw, I can tell,” he coos, “have you been waiting for me all day? I’ve had a long week, and I was thinking I could use some stress relief,” he explains. “I’ve been thinking about you since I left you naked in bed this morning, been thinking about that sweet little pussy, about how good you taste. My cock has been hard all fucking day just thinking about tasting you when I got home.”

You try your best not to moan out loud, your fingers now pulling the ruined material of your panties to one side as you take a shuddered breath in and start to tease your swollen clit.

“You don’t mind if I help myself, do you?” he asks, and then a low hum rumbles through him. “Fuck, let me take those panties off, wanna see that dripping little pussy properly. It’s gonna taste so fucking good, you always taste so fucking good, you’ve got Daddy addicted, d’y’know that?”

You rush to remove your panties over your heels, wanting to keep up with the fantasy now playing in your mind’s eye, and you quickly stuff them into your blazer pocket.

“Don’t worry about making dinner, I’ve got enough to feast on right here,” he chuckles lowly, and then the sound of his lips smacking over something fills the quiet, and he moans under his breath. “Tastes fucking good, baby girl,” he praises. “That pussy was made to be eaten, and look at it, practically dripping for me, such a naughty little slut, hm? You want a finger inside you?”

Instantly you slide one finger inside your warm, wet cunt, and your eyes roll as you throw your head back.

“So fucking tight, baby girl, you like having something inside you when I eat that pussy, don’t you?” he laughs, “then why don’t you use the dildo I got you? It’s right here, I’ve got it, let me see if I can make it fit.” The sound of vibrations accompany Dean’s hums of approval, and you wish with everything in you that you were home right now, where you could reach for your own vibrator and slide it inside you like Dean’s doing in your fantasy right now. “Fuck, baby girl, you take it so well, does that feel good? It’ll feel better when my tongue is back on that clit.”

“Jesus,” you whisper under your breath, pushing a second finger inside you in a desperate attempt to mimic the toy you’re imagining.

“Don’t worry about me, baby, I’ve had a cockring wrapped around my cock all day, I’m gonna be fucking you for hours yet. Now you just lie back and let me take care of that sweet little cunt.”

The bathroom door opens outside of the stall, and you jump to remove your fingers, even though whoever has entered won’t see what you’re doing, you still don’t want to get caught out somehow. The obscene noises of Dean ‘eating you out’ are still playing into your ear, and you rush to pause the audio in an attempt to calm yourself down a little, hearing the clicking of heels on tile as someone enters the stall next to you.

“Y/N?” you hear Amber call out.

“Yeah?” you call back, your voice shaky and not trustworthy, right now.

“You coming to the bar with us?” Amber asks.

You stand up and flush the toilet to complete your facade, heading out of the stall and quickly beginning to wash your own juices off of your fingers before Amber somehow notices.

“Not tonight,” you insist, your mind very much on the remaining twenty three minutes of Dean’s new audio, and the date with your machine you’ve found yourself with suddenly.

“C’mon, you’ve not been out in forever, plus, Sascha insists that this new bar has the hottest guys,” Amber explains as she also exits her stall and stands at the sink beside you, washing her own hands.

“I gave up on men a long time ago,” you remind Amber with a chuckle.

“Oh c’mon, I’m all for silicone friends, but you’ve gotta get a real dick at least once in a while, and girl for you, it’s been a while.” You laugh at her bluntness and shake your head. “You’re coming, even if I have to pay for your drinks all night,” Amber insists.

You sigh and roll your eyes, before nodding reluctantly, guessing one drink won’t hurt if it gets Amber off your back.

“Great,” Amber beams, reaching forward to undo the top button of your dress so your cleavage is far more on show than it was before. “There, let’s go.”

One drink has somehow turned into three, because every time you say you might leave, Amber is quick to buy you another cocktail, and you feel bad wasting her money by not drinking it first. You’re hyper aware of the fact your panties are still stuffed into your blazer pocket, and your pussy is completely bare and exposed under your dress, and the only thing you can fully focus on is the remainder of Dean’s audio you want to listen to. You really do have a problem, apparently.

By the fourth drink, you offer to pay, feeling bad that Amber is footing your bill all night, and you guess you owe her one drink before you finally go home to your machine. You stand at the bar and shift uncomfortably from foot to foot as you wait to be served, your mind running wild with all the ways Dean is going to fuck you tonight, and when the barman finally stands in front of you, you realise you’ve forgotten what Amber wanted. You guess your way through a list of a few different cocktails, figuring one of the girls will drink them even if Amber doesn’t, and as the barman moves away to make your long order, you hear a scoff beside you.

You turn your head to look at the man, and are kind of taken for a moment because he’s pretty attractive. Sascha was right, the men at this place really are better looking than the rest of the bars around town. Maybe they have some weird lighting, or something.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he laughs easily, and his voice shoots straight to your core. Jesus, has it really been that long since a hot guy has talked directly to you? “It’s just I’ve been stood here for over five minutes, and that bar man is only serving the hot girls,” he explains.

Your brain takes a second to process what he’s saying, and then you scoff and shake your head.

“Clearly not, he just served me,” you counter.

“I stand by what I said,” the stranger insists, after his green eyes have raked up and down your body a couple of times. Is this guy actually flirting with you? You find yourself staring for a moment. There’s something very familiar about him, but you’re fairly sure you’d remember ever meeting a guy this attractive.

“Do I know you?” you ask him, frowning.

His green eyes light up and he laughs softly, shaking his head.

“Urm… don’t think so,” he finally offers, shaking his head. But his hesitance only confuses you more.

“Are you sure? I swear I know you somehow,” you insist.

The guy begins to blush, and he clears his throat before looking around himself.

“Well, what if I said my name is… Dean,” he slowly offers.

Your eyes widen immediately, and you’re not sure if you want the ground to swallow you whole or if you want to kiss the man. His voice that’s what you know, that’s what’s so familiar, and that’s why you’re having this kind of reaction to just talking to some guy. So you’re not that desperate, after all… or maybe you are, depending how you look at it. You would’ve never placed him as Dean Winchester, no matter how intimately you know his voice, because you never would’ve actually expected him to be more attractive than the picture you’d painted in your head. And you never would’ve expected to bump into him at a bar in town of all places.

But then the realisation hits you fully. If this guy is Dean Winchester then he knows that you listen to his stuff, and he knows that you listen enough to recoginise him.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, your cheeks burning. “Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed, I’m so sorry,” you fumble to apologise, but Dean just laughs and shakes his head.

“Why are you sorry? I love meeting fans.”

The word fan only makes your skin crawl more, he’s going to think you’re some psycho, some desperate woman that needs audio porn to get her kicks.

“Oh god,” you groan, now feeling your skin crawling in shame.

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart, really,” he reassures you, reaching out to grab your shoulder. “Honestly, I’m flattered a girl like you listens to me.”

“Oh sure,” you scoff, not believing him for one second. You want to tell him you don’t really listen to his stuff that much, but then you realise that might be insulting, and you don’t want to tell him you’re as big a fan as you are, or you’ll just look even more pathetic to him. “Listen, I’ll leave you alone,” you conclude.

“Oh,” he replies simply, before licking his lips and nodding his head. “Yeah, sure, if that’s what you want.”

You can’t help but feel like you’ve insulted him somehow, and you swallow hard, rushing to explain. “I don’t wanna seem like some creepy fan,” you excuse.

“Sweetheart, I’m the one that hit on you,” he laughs.

Your eyes only widen further, “you were hitting on me?”

“Yeah, well… I thought I was… I did call you hot, didn’t I?”

“I guess,” you agree, now feeling embarrassed for a whole new reason. The guy that has given you more orgasms than all the other men in your sexual history put together has hit on you. “I’m sorry, I just always assumed that a guy like you would be married, or at least dating someone.”

“Nah, my work is just as much for my benefit as it is yours, trust me,” he laughs softly. “So, can I at least buy you a drink, even if it’s just to thank you for liking my work?”

“I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this,” you confess, already drunkenly laughing behind your hand as you look over at him.

Dean – or Jensen, you’ve now been told his real name is – seems to wait patiently for your confession, and in the two or so hours you’ve been sitting together drinking and getting to know each other, you somehow feel like you’ve known him for years. Maybe that’s because of the porn, but either way, you’re actually about to say this out loud.

“The audio that you released today?” you prompt, and a smirk grows over Jensen’s plump lips.

“Yeah…” he prompts.

“Well, I didn’t get to finish it, but let’s just say I started it in work… in a bathroom stall… and I’m still a mess. I was dying to get home to finish it.” Your confession doesn’t leave you as embarrassed as you thought it would, not when Jensen only smirks harder, and then bites his bottom lip as his green eyes look around the bar.

“Well… why don’t I just… show you what the rest was like?” he asks, blinking at you.

“What?” you ask, feeling yourself beginning to sober up at just the very thought of what Jensen’s implying.

“What if we… y’know, re-enacted it?”

“So how far did you get?” Jensen asks, breathing against your neck.

You crane it, pushing your head back further into your pillow as you moan softly, dragging your nails through the soft hair on the nape of his neck.

“Not very, you’d just pulled out a vibrator,” you explain breathlessly, your heart thudding in your chest. If this man is this good at kissing, you’re not sure you’ll survive the rest of it. And you already know what a filthy mouth he’s got from the dirty talking. And from talking to him tonight, you were more than excited to find out that his audios are a true reflection of his own kinks.

“Do you have one?” Jensen prompts, and you blindly reach under your bed for the box that holds your toys, throwing the lid off carelessly and wrapping your hand around your favourite vibrating silicone friend.

You produce it in front of you, stopping Jensen in his tracks as he smirks, taking it from you and throwing it to the bed next to you both.

“I don’t have a cock ring though,” you add with your own smirk, and Jensen chuckles lowly.

“Don’t worry, I’m covered,” he tells you smugly, taking your hand and pushing it under his boxers. Your hand meets soft, warm velvety skin, and as it gets a little lower, you feel the rubber ring at the very base of his swollen cock.

“Do you always go to bars wearing one of those?” you sass, wrapping your fingers around his erection and growing pleasantly surprised at the thickness.

“I had it on for the audio this morning, y’know, for authenticity, and figured I’d leave it on because I was so horny. Meeting you was just the bonus,” he explains.

“What else do you do for authenticity?” you tease, gasping when Jensen’s teeth sink into the delicate skin on your neck. “Do you…” you struggle to regain your composure, grinding your core up against his bare thigh, your slick coating his skin. “Do you actually eat pussy?” you finally manage to ask.

“Unfortunately not. It’s been a while since I got to eat a pussy… don’t mind if I fill up on you, do you, baby girl?”

“No, Daddy,” you whimper, not even ashamed at how quickly you submit to him.

“Oh, someone’s been listening to my work… such a good little whore, f’me, aren’t you? Bet you taste fucking delicious.”

Suddenly, Jensen’s face is gone, and you feel his hands grab the backs of your thighs and push your legs backwards, spreading you open. He doesn’t waste any time dining on your pussy, making sounds far more obscene then the audios could ever capture, and just when you thought this man couldn’t get you off any harder, you’ve finally felt his tongue for real, the stubble on his face rub along your delicate skin, you’ve finally felt exactly what this man can do to you.

Your fingers comb through the hair on the top of his head, and Jensen only ever pauses to bite and suck on the flesh at the insides of your thighs, before returning to licking and sucking your pussy like a starved man. Your back arches into his touch, and you nearly lose your mind when you see him blindly reach for the dildo you’d given him, turning it on to a low rumble as he presses the tip to your entrance.

“So fucking tight, baby girl, you like having something inside you when I eat that pussy, don’t you?” he growls, his voice slightly deeper and far more reminiscent of his “Dean” persona.

You moan loudly, bucking your hips desperately as he begins to fuck you with your vibrator, and you find yourself torn between wanting his mouth back on your pussy, and wanting his cock replacing your toy. Amber’s right, sometimes you just need the real thing. Especially when the real thing is as tempting as Jensen’s.

“Fuck, Daddy, feels so good, please don’t stop,” you beg, feeling his mouth back on your cunt in an instant, and he laps at your arousal and moans loudly around your clit when he sucks it between his lips. “Holy fuck,” you shout, staring up at the ceiling, not sure you’re even going to survive this.

Jensen’s rutting against your mattress, but seems to be in no rush to finish eating you out any time soon, and your thighs tremble either side of his head as he coaxes your orgasm to the surface.

“That’s it baby,” Jensen pauses for a brief second to say. “Cum f’me,” he growls. “Cum on Daddy’s tongue, c’mon, perfect little cunt, tastes so sweet, you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” he chuckles, looking up grinning at you like the devil.

“Yes,” you whine, encouraging his mouth back on your clit as he now fucks your vibrator in and out of you so much better than the machine has ever managed to.

Jensen doesn’t stop to talk again, he just hums and moans against your skin until you’re cumming hard and fast on the toy, and he’s quickly removing it to lap at your juices that are practically flooding out of you.

As always when you listen to his work, your first orgasm does little to stave off the arousal he’s elicited from you, but luckily, it seems Jensen’s not done with you, because he licks his lips clean and hums, rising back to his knees between your legs. He begins stroking his cock in his hand, his eyes several shades darker as he looks down at you.

“So,” he smirks, guiding the tip of his cock towards your soppy entrance, only teasing it with his tip before tapping the heavy length on your sensitive clit, making you squirm. “Which of my audios should we re-enact next?” he asks.

“Any one that requires that inside me,” you reply, watching Jensen chuckle under his breath.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

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sxcret-garden · 2 months ago

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Seonghwa & Yeosang ღ Perfect Boys [M]

ღ Ateez Seonghwa x Yeosang x gn!reader ღ words: ~4.3k ღ genre: smut (sub!Seonghwa, sub!Yeosang, dom!reader, Seonghwa and Yeosang are wearing collars with leashes, reader wears a strap, threesome, handjobs, oral, anal (all idols receiving), praise, some degradation, Seonghwa has a bratty moment, dacryphilia, some cum play, orgasm control, overstimulation, a hint of dumbification, safe word being used (green)) ღ reader: wears a strap, no description of physical features, no pronouns used ღ warnings: none

Author’s note: I don’t even know what happened here but enjoy 4k words of pure filth I guess <3

With a tight grip on his leash, you part Seonghwa’s lips with your tongue, making out with him sloppily as you dominate the kiss. You leave him breathless when you part, and you can’t but marvel at the sight in front of you. He stays in the moment, savouring the feeling of your kiss and the flame of passion it has kindled inside of him, and only a few seconds after you parted from him does he open his eyes. The pleading look in them only makes you hunger for more, but you don’t want the other man kneeling right beside Seonghwa to feel neglected. So you turn to Yeosang, giving his leash a gentle tug, and you admire the stoic expression on his face that only gives way to a shallow gasp as you turn your attention to him. You kiss him as well, the taste of Seonghwa’s mouth still lingering on your tongue, and as it mixes with Yeosang’s, calmness washes over you. You part from his lips after a more chaste kiss, and you sit back at the foot of the bed to look them both up and down, as they’re quite literally on their knees for you.

“How am I gonna play with you today, my loves?” you speak, your voice soft and your intentions not yet clear. They both stare up at you in anticipation, and you relish in their attention, wondering what orders to give each of them.

This is your secret playtime. Once the door to this room is locked and their collars are snugly wrapped around their throats, they’re yours. Loyal and obedient, and willing to do whatever it takes to please you.

You drop their leashes, and you gesture for them to turn to each other.

“Give me a little show,” you demand, and Seonghwa is the first one to turn his head to the side. They know what you want to see, it’s not the first time you’ve made them do this, and still it is exciting to watch them rile each other up under your command anew every single time you play. Seonghwa is also the one to initiate the kiss, plush lips nipping at Yeosang’s carefully, and you can’t tear your gaze away. You can see the way Seonghwa slips the tip of his tongue inside the other’s mouth for a short moment, and Yeosang shuts his eyes tightly, reaching out for the other man’s hand that’s cupping his cheek. You know Seonghwa can get eager, while Yeosang likes to take things slow, and the way the latter’s ears take on a shade of bright red amuses you. They part for a second, giving Yeosang a chance to breathe, but when the older one goes in for a deeper kiss, he can’t but moan into his mouth. You watch them make out for a while, struggling to find the right pace, but eventually they fall into a comfortable rhythm, and you can visibly see Yeosang’s shoulders relaxing as he clings to the other guy who’s slowly trying to get on top of him.

“You two are doing so well…” you grant them some praise, and almost instantly both of them become more eager to please you with what they’re doing. Your gaze takes in their shapes, following the lines on their bodies and watching their muscles dance under the skin as they continuously move in tune with each other, until finally Seonghwa is about to push Yeosang to the ground underneath him, and you stop them.

“That’s enough,” you say, and you don’t miss the way it takes the older of the two great effort to tear himself away. Both panting with a blush dusted onto their faces, you pat the blanket of the queen sized bed you’re comfortably sitting on. “Come up here.” Surprise is painted into their faces - they both know how rare it is for you to invite them into bed with you so early, but neither of them hesitates to do as told.

“Yeo…” you call out to him. “I think I wanna start with you today.” His lips part to give way for an inaudible gasp, and you direct him to sit in front of Seonghwa, with his back flush against the other’s chest. “Relax,” you breathe as you kneel in front of them, placing one palm onto the younger’s bare chest and pushing him just a little further back. Seonghwa places his hands on his waist, his lips hovering above Yeosang’s sensitive neck, and you wonder if you should give him permission to do what he’s very obviously waiting to do. One look at the younger’s face, and you decide that for now you want to have him to yourself.

“Behave,” you order, as you shoot Seonghwa a sharp look, and he lifts his head up so as not to get tempted. Then you cup Yeosang’s face with both of your hands, making him look right at you, and the shy expression in his eyes makes you chuckle.

“You’re so cute, Yeo,” you mutter, leaning in and brushing your lips against his. “Let me show you how much I adore you.” He relaxes more easily as you kiss him compared to when Seonghwa did, starting out slow and careful, and gradually building up the intensity of the kiss - just how you know he likes it. Letting your tongue lick into his mouth, your fingertips begin dancing down his torso, and when you drag your nails down his abs, he mewls into your kiss. You respond with a moan of your own to show appreciation for the pretty sounds he makes, until eventually you part to allow for him to catch his breath momentarily. “You’re so perfect,” you whisper, before you reconnect your lips to his, and then you bring your hand back up to wrap it around his throat. Applying some pressure to put him in a light chokehold, you’re satisfied with the look in his half-lidded eyes once you part again. You know it takes him a little longer than Seonghwa to truly relax during times like these, so you want to do your best to ease him into the scene.

“Y/N…” the older calls out to you now. A question that he doesn’t dare say out loud lies in his pleading gaze, and when he licks his lips seductively it’s hard to find it in you to say no. However, you know Yeosang isn’t fully ready yet, so you put your palm against Seonghwa’s cheek and you lean in to give him a passionate kiss.

“Soon, Hwa,” you promise. “Be nice and I’ll let you have all the fun you want later on.”

“Okay,” Seonghwa mouths, and in his stead, you attach your lips to Yeosang’s throat. You trailing soft kisses down the side of it makes him whimper, and you place a palm right onto his chest to feel his heartbeat quicken.

“F-feels good…” he mutters, and you find yourself grinning at his words.

“That’s good, Yeo,” you say. “Wanna make you feel soooo good today.” You drag your nails down his abdomen and feel him shiver, and he lets you hear the sweetest whine when your hand passes by his core and instead comes to a halt on top of his thigh. “What do you want, baby boy?” you ask, and you sit up so as to look him right in the eyes. He averts his gaze in embarrassment, and you bury your face in his neck once again, mumbling, “Maybe you’re not ready yet for that?”

“I-” Yeosang chokes on his words when you move your hand back up to his stomach, grazing his hardening dick in the process, and right next to your ear you can hear Seonghwa letting out a curse. You give him a look that acts as a warning, before turning back to the person in between you two.

“You…? What is it, baby boy?” You feel the urge to tease him a bit, and just as he opens his mouth to try to speak, you let your fingertips graze his length again.

“Hnng…” He bites his tongue, still looking away from you.

“I think you need someone to shut up that pretty little head of yours, don’t you?” you guess, and though it’s barely visible, Yeosang nods. “Well…” you bring some distance between the both of you, and then you find Seonghwa’s hands that are still resting on the other guy’s sides to lead them up to his chest. Yeosang squirms a little when the older’s cool fingertips find his nipples, but as soon as he begins playing with them, he lets out a shaky moan and relaxes against Seonghwa’s chest.

“Y/N… can I?” Seonghwa asks once again, and seeing the blissful expression on the younger’s face, you finally give him the okay. He doesn’t hesitate to attach his lips to the neck of the guy in front of him, sucking and biting and lapping at the side of it, drawing a string of heavenly moans from Yeosang’s mouth.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Yeo?” you ask, thumb brushing against his lips.

“Mhm…” he merely mewls in response, and you smile at him.

“That’s good,” you say, leaning in to kiss him, this time being quick to deepen the kiss, and he lets you without showing any resistance. Just before you pull away, you wrap a hand around the base of his cock, starting to slowly jerk him off. “That feel good?”

“Y-yeah…” he desperately whines, his hips bucking into your hand. You crawl into his lap in response, using your weight to keep him from doing that.

“Can’t even stay still now, huh?” you tease him, moving your hand up and down painfully slowly. With your strap already securely attached to your hips, you wonder whether you should push him some more, of if he needs more time to let himself be fucked stupid. You tighten the grip on his length just a little when you reach his tip, but even just this much has him arching his back, moaning at your and Seonghwa’s hands pleasuring him, while the latter is also busy sucking marks into his skin. You decide it’d be fitting to do the same - after all, he’s your baby boy, and not Seonghwa’s. So you lean in to attach your lips to the skin covering his chest, leaving a few kisses here and there while wandering south slowly, and eventually starting to suckle on a spot above his abs. His breathing has gotten heavier, and as you’re forced to slide off his lap to reach where you want to reach with your lips, he immediately bucks his hips into your fist again.

“You really needed this, huh?” you assume as you sit up, letting go of his cock and earning yourself a pained sound of protest. However, when Seonghwa pinches his nipples a little harsher, Yeosang immediately quiets down.

“Good boy,” you say, directed at the both of them, really. You bring your hand down to his hole, and he immediately adjusts his position to give you easier access. Raking the fingers of your other hand through his hair, you continue, “So ready to be taken by me today, hm? That’s what I like to see.” One digit slipping past his rim easily, you watch him shudder at the sensation, and when you pull out again, Yeosang dares to glance at you.

“Hwa, hands off him,” you order, and he begrudgingly obeys. You reach over to where you keep your lube, getting a generous amount of it on your hand, before you commence working the boy in front of you open.

“F-feels so good…” he continuously mewls as you fit two, then three fingers into his tight hole, and you watch the blissful expression on his face with awe.

“Can’t wait to make you cum on my cock, baby boy…” you mutter, momentarily getting a little carried away yourself, but when Seonghwa reaches for Yeosang’s length you snap right out of it.

“Or we make you cum on the spot, hm?” Seonghwa growls, Yeosang’s breath hitching at the added stimulation of the other man playing with his dick. “See if you can even keep it in before Y/N starts fucking you properly…”

“Hey,” you give Seonghwa a warning, though you must admit being a little mean sounds very tempting to you as well. However, you hear Yeosang mutter,

“C-can take it… I’ll take it, I swear…” His determination makes heat rush to your own core, and with Seonghwa’s gaze resting on you, prompting you to make a decision, you think for a short moment.

“Hwa,” you call out to him eventually. “Keep going then. He said he can take it.” Seeing how the younger immediately starts to shiver and cry out as Seonghwa’s slender fingers begin working him up to his high, you don’t actually believe he can, but now he will have to live with the consequences of his actions. And he knows just as well as you and Seonghwa do, that you won’t be happy if you don’t even get to properly fuck him before he spills all over himself.

Yet he keeps at least some degree of self control - maybe it helps that the older is now more focused on jerking him off than on tending to his neck - and so you position yourself to push up into him.

“Sangie, are you ready?” you ask, and he nods vigorously. Chuckling at his need, you thrust your hips, watching as the toy strapped to your hips disappears a little further in his hole with each repetition of your movements.

“Fuck-” You can’t say you’re not proud of yourself when you manage to lure a curse out of Yeosang, a rare occurance indeed, and you signal Seonghwa to up his speed a bit. The latter too seems more than affected by the situation, after all he must be able to feel the friction of Yeosang’s lower back moving against him with each time you thrust in and out of him.

“Stay focused, Hwa,” you remind him, “we’ll get to you in a second…” Then you lean in to press a sloppy kiss against Yeosang’s jaw, who is turning into a mewling, crying mess in between you and Seonghwa.

“Y/N… please…p-please…!” he slurs his words, but you don’t slow down.

“You can cum if you want,” you mutter, taking in his features and if you’re being quite honest, you could also cum from the sight alone. A few more thrusts and he comes undone, spilling into Seonghwa’s fist as a broken moan falls from his lips, and you come to a halt, carefully pulling out of him. You cup his face in your hands, a single tear falling from his cheek, and you wipe it away with your thumb.

“You’re so perfect…” you mutter, leaning in and placing a kiss onto his chest, tasting the thin layer of sweat that covers his skin on your lips. “I want to ruin you completely. Are you green?” Yeosang nods, repeating back to you,

“‘M green…” With Seonghwa shooting you an impatient look that’s probably supposed to ask something along the lines of “And what about me?”, you reach your hand out to comb your fingers through his black locks.

“I could ruin the both of you, actually…” you mutter, excitement sparking in your chest as you think about it. Seonghwa’s eyes become soft, and with a gesture of your chin towards him, you prompt him to speak.

“I think… we deserve that,” he says, and you chuckle at his words.

“Then lie down first of all. Help me out and I’ll wreck you too,” you offer, an almost wicked expression on your face now, and Seonghwa doesn’t hesitate.

“I will.” His voice shakes as he answers - as much as he likes to sometimes push your limits, at the end of the day he too is just another pretty set of holes who wants nothing more but to be ruined by you. You direct Yeosang to sit on the other’s face, and without having to give Seonghwa any orders, he’s already putting his skilled tongue to use. Yeosang shivers upon feeling the warm, wet muscle prodding at his rim, and you steady him, kneeling above Seonghwa’s chest.

“You’re doing well, baby boy,” you praise Yeosang, before you share a slow and gentle kiss with him, feeling him relax under your touch. You find one of his hands, guiding it towards his core and eventually wrapping it around his softened cock.

“Get yourself off,” you whisper against his lips, but Yeosang hesitates. “What? Still too sensitive?” He nods, and with another short kiss to his lips, you say, “You can take it.” He sucks in a sharp breath when you guide his hand into the movement you want, and with the other guy lapping at his hole eagerly, Yeosang can’t say anything. And though he’s clearly getting overstimulated, he’s not safe wording you, so you tell him to keep going as you move away from him, so as to position yourself in between Seonghwa’s legs. Always keeping an eye on Yeosang, you make sure he doesn’t stop touching himself.

“Keep going, Yeo,” you say, sounding somewhat strict, and he immediately nods.

“O-okay,” he mutters, letting out a moan as a pained expression sits on his face. With knitted eyebrows, he does his best to obey, while also watching you, but his thighs are trembling, and eventually he tries to escape the older’s tongue instinctively. However, Seonghwa is quick to reach out to force Yeosang back down, and you can tell he’s eager to please you.

“Doing so well, the two of you,” you praise them, before you lower yourself and you leave a trail of kisses down Seonghwa’s stomach. You can hear him letting out a moan, subsequently making Yeosang shiver on top of him, and it only makes you want to hear more. You sink your teeth into his skin, working your way further down, and eventually your lips hover above his hip bone.

“Gonna leave a mark on you too, baby boy,” you mutter, earning yourself another moan from Seonghwa, and then from Yeosang too. And so you get to work, alternating between sucking on the skin and licking it to soothe it, until you’re satisfied with the outcome. “Hwa…” you call out to him, not missing the increasingly desperate expression on the younger’s face as his dick has grown back to its full length, and he’s trying not to reach his next high too quickly. But you know he can hold back for a while longer, and you also know he won’t cum unasked, so for now you decide to direct your attention towards the older, with his hard cock right in front of your face. You wrap your fingers around the base, and with a chaste kitten lick across his tip, you test his reaction - and you’re not unhappy about it. Because the second your warm muscle comes in contact with him, he too shivers, and he lets out a needy moan that once again Yeosang reacts to as well. Getting high off of the control you have over both of them, you don’t hesitate to wrap your lips around Seonghwa’s head wholly, swirling your tongue around it a few times, before you start slowly bobbing your head up and down on top of him. And with each desperate sound either of the two men make, you only become more eager to get them both off.

“Y/N…” Yeosang calls out eventually, his voice shaking. “I’m so close…” You lift your head for but a moment to answer,

“Then take your hand away from your pretty cock, baby boy. Don’t you dare cum before Hwa.” He does as told, and though with Seonghwa’s tongue all up inside of him it is still only a matter of time until he can’t keep it in any longer, this will still at least give him some more time until he breaks. As for you, you go back to tending to Seonghwa, sucking him off in just the way he likes most, and with how noisy he’s getting you know that he too is drawing closer and closer to the edge. That’s when he finally starts bucking his hips up into your mouth, and you gag a little when he hits the back of your throat suddenly. You let him slip out of your mouth as you lift your head, letting your hand take over, and enjoying the way he rapidly loses control.

“Such a whore…” you say, watching in amusement as he becomes more and more desperate by the second, and you know he’s so so close. “Look at you, having your face buried in one person’s ass, while you’re trying to fuck the face of another. Aren’t you greedy?” You’re sure that if he could talk right now, he’d agree with you, but like this all he can do is moan incessantly, with Yeosang holding on for dear life on top of him. You move your hand up and down Seonghwa’s length at a relentless speed, knowing that a little overstimulation is sure to throw him off the edge in no time. “Such a greedy whore…” you repeat, and along with your degrading words, he comes undone, spilling his seed all over himself. “Keep going,” you say, not letting him rest just yet, and then you crawl towards Yeosang, reaching for his cock and swiftly licking the precum off his tip, before taking him in whole. It takes you and Seonghwa but a few strokes of your tongues to have him coming undone as well, and warmth rushes to your core as you feel him spilling inside your mouth. You let Yeosang collapse on his back as he tries to catch his breath, but with you now on top of Seonghwa, you grab his jaw harshly, and you press your lips against his. Parting them with ease, you pass Yeosang’s load onto the other guy, the taste of it mixing with the taste of Seonghwa’s mouth, and when you sit back up, you watch as he swallows it without protest.

“Good boy,” you praise him, fingers combing through his hair. You reach for one of the towels you had prepared in advance to clean Seonghwa’s cum off his stomach, and then you give them both a few moments to rest.

“I’m not done with you two,” you mutter. You make Yeosang get on all fours, trailing a few kisses down along his spine before reaching for Seonghwa’s leash and guiding him closer.

“You wanna fuck him?” you ask. “While I fuck you?”

“Yes,” he breathes, anticipation making his voice shake.

“Then get to it,” you order, and once again you can’t peel your gaze off of the two as Seonghwa slips two fingers into Yeosang’s hole, stuffing some more lube inside just in case, and as the younger waits patiently, a blush creeping back onto his cheeks, Seonghwa gives himself a few strokes until he��s hard and ready to go. There’s pink dusted onto his cheeks as well, and with only a few thrusts he’s snugly fitted inside the younger.

“Good. Now hold still…” The mewl Seonghwa lets out when your lubed up fingers come in contact with his ass is like music to your ears, and you take your time stretching him out.

“Please…” A single word slips past Seonghwa’s lips as he’s getting impatient, but you hold him back, wanting to tease him just a bit more. When you curl your fingers inside of him, grazing his walls so perfectly, he moans your name, and his hips snap forward as if they were moving by themselves, making Yeosang groan as well.

“Not so eager…” you say, placing your free hand onto Seonghwa’s waist to keep him still.

“I’m sorry…” he apologizes, his voice sounding strained with need.

“So cute…” you breathe as you work your fingers inside of him a little longer, and he forces himself to stay still, even though you can tell it’s taking everything out of him. “You’re both so cute…” And then finally you pull out, and Seonghwa shivers when he feels the tip of your strap prodding at his entrance. You push inside with ease, and a few slow thrusts already have both of them groaning and mewling and shaking for you.

“Shit, you’re perfect…” you praise them through gritted teeth as you pick up speed, and their voices form a melody filled with pleasure, you wish it would never end. And with you fucking both of them like this, neither of you three is bound to last long. The first one to break is Seonghwa.

“C-can I cum? Please… please, can’t hold it in…” And it’s not like you can blame him in his position, but still you don’t want to give him the okay just yet. So you reach for his hand and guide it towards Yeosang, and once Seonghwa’s fingers are wrapped around the younger’s cock, his moans too are becoming more and more desperate.

“P-please, Y/N…” he too is begging for permission to cum now, and with how close you too are to your high, you can’t but grant them their releases.

“Cum for me, my perfect boys…” you say through gritted teeth, and almost on command, Seonghwa breaks, then Yeosang follows suit, and lastly, as the overstimulation is already building up for the two of them, you too reach your high, feeling your whole body shake from all the sensations coursing through it.

You watch as both Seonghwa and Yeosang collapse onto the bed, side by side, both looking completely spent and fucked out. You can’t but find the sight adorable, and you give them a hand with cleaning themselves up a bit, before you find your place in the middle. With you sitting up, you let both of them rest their head on one of your thighs, playing with their hair.

“You did so well for me today,” you praise them as you can feel them melting under your gentle touch. “My two perfect boys.”

#ateez smut #seonghwa smut #yeosang smut #ateez x reader #seonghwa x reader #yeosang x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez drabbles #seonghwa imagines #yeosang imagines #smut

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disastersareajoy · 5 months ago

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The Shower Incident pt.2

pt.1 here

Stu x Billy x FEM!Reader

~ 4k words

Tags: established relationship, smut, groping, dirty talk, oral sex (m and f receiving), kissing, orgasm denial, begging, dacryphilia, talking about you in the third person, degradation, praise, hair pulling, marking (hickies), biting (lots of it), choking (on dick?), spit roasting, rough sex, squirting, creampie, facial, slight aftercare

Dom!Billy, Sub!Reader, Switch!Stu

Finally! It is here! Aaaand it's part of Mutli-May, an event hosted by the amazing @bisexual-horror-fan to celebrate poly relationships which I will do any fucking day of the year. Obviously, I couldn't not use my two favorite idiots for this, so here we are! I hope you enjoy this thouroughly and definitely go check out Bex and her wonderful writing, as well as the other participant's works!

Now, into the filth. Enjoy!!

Billy watches as the two of you slowly make your way to the bedroom with shaky legs, sees how wet your thighs are, and how there's still more dripping out of your glistening pussy. He watches Stu grab your ass, squeezing the flesh beneath his finger in a way that is sure to be a promise of all the teasing that's to come. He truly can't wait to see Stu ruin you with his mouth before they fuck you until you can't remember your own name.

God, he loves the both of you so much.

The walk to the bedroom shouldn't have been as hard as it was, but your legs were still trembling as you tried to find even footing. Next to you, Stu seemed almost as shaky as you. He walked slower than usual which you were sure was meant to drag out the walk even more since Stu always loves watching you struggle to stand upright - let alone walk - when your legs are shaking.

The hand he had on your ass delivered a quick slap before he squeezed the flesh again, making the sting last longer and your yelp turned into a low groan.

“Glorious fucking ass,” he spoke against your temple before he pressed a kiss there. You tilted your head to kiss his cheek and squeezed his hips where you had your arm wrapped around him. There was a certain softness to these in-between moments - Featherlight kisses pressed in unexpected places and leaving goosebumps behind, foreheads leaning against each other, quick “Okay?”'s mumbled between heated kisses. You loved it all. It made you feel precious and loved.

You knew Billy and Stu loved you just as much as you loved them and they told you often enough, but there was something about the two of them showing you in actions or little affectionate gestures how much they loved you, that just drives you crazy.

As you reached the bedroom you felt a sudden burst of energy dissipating the slight exhaustion in your thighs. The thought of Stu's mouth between your legs was already enough to make you want to throw yourself onto the bed, knowing Billy and him were going to fuck you afterwards as well made you want it even more.

Stu walked you through the door and immediately pushed you onto the bed before pulling you down to the edge. He grinned up at you wide and happy while his hands started pushing your thighs open.

With a groan he kneeled down in front of you and looked at your pussy with hunger flickering in his eyes.

Stu leaned in without saying a word and blew cold air against you, chuckling at the whine you let out. He started peppering your thighs with kisses and bites as he brushed his hands up and down the outside of them.

You couldn't help but squirm and move your hips in his direction, trying to get him to your pussy sooner. You knew that wasn't going to work because Stu could be just as teasing and stubborn as Billy - He loves watching you writhe and beg just as much.

Stu's hands immediately shot to your hips and held you down. He started pressing you into the mattress and holding you still while looking up at you with his brows raised and mouth slightly opened.

“Now, what do you think you're doing, angel? You gotta stay still.”

He looked back down at your pussy and licked his lips, making you whine out his name.

“If you want something you're gonna have to use your words. I know you can.” He looked up at you through his lashes with a grin.

“You always beg so pretty, angel.”

You let your head fall back against the bed and groaned in frustration. Stu loves making you so desperate and needy you can't think straight, and it appears that's the mood he's in tonight.

You were hoping he'd go easy on you and devour you immediately like you knew he so badly wanted.

Say what you want about Stu Macher, but the man loves having his face stuck between your thighs. He firmly believes that your legs never look prettier than when they're over his shoulders, and Billy definitely agrees as well.

You tested how hard Stu was holding you down by moving your hips slightly side to side. Or trying to. He had you firmly pressed down and unable to move. The reminder that Stu was able to hold you down like this had you growing wetter between your thighs.

You absolutely love how much your boys were able to control and manhandle you, because it makes submitting to them so much sweeter.

Whether you were submitting immediately and being so needy for their praise or being a brat and wanting them to remind you of your manners - They always made sure to show you that they have you under their thumb in every way.

When Stu's grip on your hips didn't budge you tried to collect your thoughts as much as you could, reigning in that desperate part of you.

“Please, Stu. Please, eat me out.” He hummed as if he was debating whether or not he should grant your wish before speaking, “You do taste divine.”

You whined again and barely controlled the urge to try and shift your hips again. You were aware that too many tries would result in you not getting what you wanted at all. “I need you, Stu,” you moaned out between breaths.

Before you had barely finished saying his name, Stu's mouth connected to your pussy. He dove in and licked you all over a couple of times before focusing on your clit. He knows exactly what drives you crazy and was using it to get you right where he wanted you.

Between Stu's mouth wrapped around your clit, his hands still holding your hips down, although slightly looser now, and the thought of Billy joining you any moment now, you were moaning loudly and letting your legs shake and twitch as much as they needed to.

Your hands found their way down your body, burying themselves in the mess of hair between your legs and pulling when Stu rhythmically sucked your clit harder.

That made him moan, still with your most sensitive part in his mouth which elicited an answering moan from you.

“Well aren't those just the prettiest noises. And what a sight too,” Billy's voice sounded from the door.

When you looked over he was leaning against the door frame still completely naked. You half expected him to have put his boxers on again but we're glad he decided not to torture you.

That way, you could now shamelessly stare at his cock and arch your back into Stu's still-busy mouth.

You watched as Billy's hand stroked over his stomach before slowly wrapping around himself.

He started slowly moving his hand up and down his cock, still staring at Stu's head between your legs.

“You really are a sight,” he said as he walked closer and put his hand on your chest.

Billy started slowly massaging your breast and revelled in the noises you made at his touch. You arched your back up into his hand when Stu slowly and lightly slid his teeth over your clit, making your thighs squeeze closed around his head and a loud, whining moan slipped past your lips.

Judging by Stu's own moan he wasn't particularly complaining.

Billy chuckled, “Oh he's really going after it now, huh.” You nodded your head with a sob as Stu repeated the action and Billy slid his other hand into Stu's hair.

“He’s being a really good boy, isn't he?”

You nodded again but Billy interrupted you. “Use your words,” he said firmly and you struggled to do as you were told.

“Yes,” you groaned out, “he’s being a really good boy, fuck.”

The sheets crumpled between your fingers as you pulled on them to try and keep your sanity intact. You were still worked up from fucking yourself on a toy mere minutes ago and could already feel your climax approaching.

The pressure in your stomach was building before it tightened and you groaned in an effort not to fall over the edge immediately, your stomach tensing over and over again.

“Please,” you whined.

Words were hard for you to get out this close to an orgasm and you were thankful both Billy and Stu understood what you were trying to say.

Though it didn't have the effect you were hoping for.

Stu pulled away from your clit with one final lick and started kissing your thighs. Billy on the other hand got rougher with his treatment of your chest as he started pinching your nipples.

“Good job, dove,” he whispered into your ear and slapped your breast in the same moment Stu decided your thighs were the perfect thing to bite.

The dual stimulation made you sob out a loud moan and twitch in need.

“Only a few to go. Well, maybe. We should probably ask, right?” Billy stared down and nodded at you before looking down between your legs.

“What do you say, Stu? How many more is she going to have to suffer through?”

Stu didn't answer immediately, opting for stealing another quick taste of you now that you had come down from the edge a bit.

But just that one long lick of his tongue slowly parting your folds to slide over your hole and up over your clit made you whimper.

“I’m not sure yet. At least four?” he said with a question and grinned at Billy before diving down again, swirling his tongue between your folds and making it hard for you to concentrate on anything else besides that feeling.

But Billy demanded attention. He knew you had it in you to focus on him when Stu had his face between your legs even if his tongue routinely made you arch your back and moan helplessly into the air.

“Feel like using that mouth for some good, dove?”

You barely started nodding before Billy had his cock resting against your lips. Immediately, your tongue slipped out and licked over the tip of Billy’s cock as you let out a needy moan.

He groaned a moan and shallowly thrust his cock into the feeling.

You wrapped your lips around his head as Stu sucked on your clit and pulled off with a pop, making you moan loudly. Billy in turn groaned again and thrust his cock even further into your mouth.

“Fucking damn, your mouth feels amazing, dove.”

Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling and taste of Billy on your tongue.

That was one thing you had in common with Stu- a raging oral fixation.

There was something incredibly relaxing about having either of their cocks down your throat, your nose pressing into the skin above their base, feeling the pulsing heat against your tongue.

You loved when one of them grabbed your hair and moved your head up and down their cock, making you take them over and over again.

Their noises were another aspect that made your head spin- both of them always sounded so perfect when you were swallowing them down.

They groaned and praised you to no end, moaning whenever you did something really good and sometimes even whimper.

That was your favorite.

Billy wasn't any different right now, moaning and groaning into the air while staring down at you and pushing his cock softly over your tongue.

You stayed like that for a while, your lips stretched around Billy's cock as Stu worked you up to edge after edge but never let you stumble over it.

All your noises came out muffled against Billy's stomach who had his hand buried in your hair, pulling on it when you moaned enthusiastically or when you rubbed your tongue into him a certain way.

The need to beg for an orgasm was overwhelming and you knew that if you did, they might decide to let you cum sooner, but Billy stayed stuffed into your mouth perfectly, making you unable to speak.

Your legs were shaking around Stu’s head, his arms wrapped firmly around them to pull you close to his face.

He moaned happily at your taste and you could hear obscene sounds from between your thighs as Stu sloppily ate you out.

Billy finally pulled out of your mouth and stared down at you with parted lips, his eyes glowing with lust.

“Look at you, dove. Doing so well.”

The praise paired with Billy's eyes glued to your face made you blush uncontrollably before you whined loudly.

Another orgasm was fast approaching, making you arch your back and gasp while staring into Billy's eyes.

“You might want to stop Stu,” he started and put his hand on your cheek, “She’s going to cum if you don't.”

Stu immediately pulled away from your pussy.

That's when you couldn't control yourself anymore and tears started gathering in your eyes, a couple of them slowly dripping down your face as your hips twitched and bucked up into Stu, trying to get his mouth back where you needed it to no avail.

Weak sobs wracked through you as the frustration really started to set in.

“Aww. Poor thing,” Billy purred and grabbed your cheek. The condescending tone in his voice made your thighs shake and your back arch even more, another round of hot tears rolling down your cheeks.

Billy wiped one away with his thumb and his gaze seemed to soften slightly.

“I know you want it. Don't worry, you will get it soon enough.”

The words helped your mind reconnect and you were suddenly very aware of Stu's hands on your hips and what his mouth was doing.

“Can I fuck her now, Billy? Please? She's so worked up I know she'll feel wonderful wrapped around me,” Stu moaned out between kisses and bites to your thigh.

You knew your inner thighs had to be covered in marks by now and the thought delighted you to no end.

You loved when they marked you.

Every morning after they left some on you, you looked at your bruises and hickies in a mirror and remembered how good your boyfriends made you feel.

You already couldn't wait for these next one's to show up.

Not to mention both Billy and Stu loved seeing you marked as theirs.

“Mm I don't know. Do you want him to fuck you, dove?” Billy stared down at you and you began to nod furiously.

“What did I say about words?”

“Yes please. Please let him fuck me. I need to cum on your cock,” you sobbed out through residual tears, trying to keep your eyes open and glued to Billy.

“There she is. What a good little slut you can be, look at that.”

Billy patted your cheek before sitting up and pushing Stu out from between your legs. He quickly crawled up your body to press a kiss to your lips which is when you noticed that Stu’s face was still covered in your wetness and that his eyes were glowing in obscene satisfaction.

As soon as you parted, Billy tapped your hip, “Hands and knees, c'mon dove.”

You obeyed the command and settled on your hand and knees, already slipped down to your elbows as Stu positioned himself behind you and immediately rubbed his cock-head up and down your folds, parting them with each pass and eliciting a noise that showed off how wet you were for them.

Billy settled in front of you with his legs spread and his hand resting on his stomach while the other grabbed you roughly by your hair and pulled to make you look at him.

“As soon as I stop talking Stu is going to start fucking you as hard and fast as he wants. We both know how he gets after being denied.”

Stu whimpered at the comment and quickly ground his cock against your clit which made you whimper, making Billy pull your hair that little bit harder.

With your full attention on him, he continued, “And he's been such a good boy, so he deserves to have free reign of you pussy.

“You on the other hand are going to keep sucking my cock like you were until you're right on the edge. Only then are you allowed to pull off. Then you can cum. Now get to work, dove.”

As soon as the last word was out of Billy's mouth, Stu pushed into you hard and deep.

Before you had a moment to get used to his size, Stu was already pulling out again and slamming back into you, making you moan loudly against Billy's hip.

You quickly wrapped your lips around Billy's cock and moaned with it on your tongue, moving up and down in a much slower rhythm than Stu was fucking your pussy in.

His hands were firmly on your hips, pulling you into each thrust and making your ass slap against his hips in a loud slap on everytime.

Stu was groaning and making small noises that showed how clearly desperate he was to cum, but he was also as motivated as ever to make you cum before he did.

That was another trait both Billy and Stu shared.

The inexplicable need to make sure you cum at least once before they did. Unless you specifically requested something else, the assumption was always that you cum first.

And they were good at it.

You tried sneaking a hand between your legs to touch your clit but Billy said Stu’s name in a warning tone which made him reach down to grab both your hands and pin them to your lower back.

“Did I forget to say you have to cum on his cock, dove? Because you do. No touching,” Billy said and chuckled when he heard and felt you whine around his cock.

With that new motivation you started moving your hips back into Stu on every thrust.

He was using your pinned hands as leverage to fuck you deeper and harder which was doing wonders for your pussy. Squelching sounds from between your legs made you blush.

The leaking wetness was dripping down your inner thighs and slightly splashing against Stu’s hips. They both loved how wet you got, as well as your penchant for making a mess.

Which was lucky because both of them had a talent at making you explode.

Billy suddenly buried his hand in your hair and pushed your head all the way down to make you take him into your throat. You tried moaning around the intrusion but settled for arching your back obscenely and circling your hips against Stu.

“I think she likes that,” Stu moaned out, sounding strained.

“Of course she does. She's our needy little slut, isn't she?” Billy chuckled, patted your head a couple times and went back to keeping your head pushed down.

You clenched down around Stu's cock inside your pussy, eliciting a groan from him as he redoubled his efforts and fucked into you harder.

The noise of Stu’s cock slamming in and out of your pussy would have made you blush even more if your boyfriends weren't obviously loving hearing it.

Stu rhythmically squeezed your wrists in his hands and moaned about how good you felt, barely coherent.

Billy was steadily praising you and pulling your hair as he pulled you up and down his cock. You kept your throat open to swallow him down and breathed whenever you could, getting into a good rhythm and losing yourself to it.

Your muffled moans became more desperate as the swirling in your stomach started tightening again, your legs shaking and your back arching even lower.

“‘Think she's gon’ cum,” Stu mumbled out as he strained to keep his pace the same and keep fucking into you with the same intensity.

“Mm good. Keep going until you're right there, dove,” Billy pushed your head down again and kept you still.

Your hips twitched weakly, getting more and more erratic the closer you got to your climax.

Stu groaned as you tightened around him before trailing off into a whimper. You realized he was also close, probably had been for minutes just holding back to get you there first.

That thought made you suddenly slip right to the edge of an orgasm, so you tried pulling your head off of Billy's cock.

The man in question kept his hand on the back of your head for a couple more seconds, enjoying the way you were obviously struggling to hold your orgasm back.

Both of them watched the way your hips were moving rhythmically like they were entranced before Billy finally snapped out of it.

As soon as he released you, you pushed your face into his hip and tensed before your pleasure erupted in a screaming moan.

Your orgasm washed over you in waves and made you shake, your back arching as Stu pounded you through your climax.

The splashing between your legs got louder as your pussy pushed out your pleasure against Stu, who groaned loudly and slowed his thrusts until he stilled, pushing into you hard.

He whimpered as you felt him shoot his cum into you, the warmth making you squeeze down more around him which in turn made Stu moan louder, more desperate.

Stu pumped a couple more times into you as Billy started furiously stroking his cock over your face. You whimpered, “Please, Billy.”

That was all he needed to do exactly what you wanted, his release hitting your face as he groaned.

The warm dripping on your cheek and lips made you cum again despite yourself, your moans loud and bordering on a scream once more as Stu started fighting through his own overstimulation and pounded hard into you again.

Your pussy released another weak splash against Stu as you slowly reached the point of too much, your legs twitching and your hips trying to pull out of Stu’s hold.

He released your hands from behind your back and let you come down from your high as he stilled himself inside you again.

All three of you filled the room with the sound of heavy breaths for a minute, enjoying the immediate afterglow of your respective orgasms.

Once you were able to breathe slower, Stu slowly pulled out of your pussy and watched as his cum dripped after him.

You groaned in satisfaction and fell over to your side into the sheets, breathing deeply while your legs were shaking.

Stu laid down next to you and stared at you in awe as Billy stood up and walked into the bathroom. He returned with a warm wet towel and slowly and softly slid it over your thighs, making you whimper and spread them again to give him more space.

“You did fucking amazing, angel,” Stu mumbled before pressing a kiss to your lips that you happily returned. You couldn't help but giggle breathlessly and steal another kiss.

When you reached up to rub your eye you realized that you still had Billy's cum on your face.

You slid your finger through the mess and brought it down to your lips to clean it. A groan sounded from both Stu and Billy at the sight.

“God damn, dove, don't go starting something you definitely can't finish right now,” Billy said lowly and stared up at you with a lustful twinkle in his eye.

Stu hummed in agreement and grabbed the towel out of Billy's hand before wiping your face with it, making you chuckle.

“Thank you, baby,” you whispered when he was done and kissed him again.

Billy crawled up to you and pressed his own lips against yours as soon as you parted from Stu’s.

You loved these moments. All of you having cum so hard a neighbor was sure to leave a note on your door, asking you to quiet down.

The last time that happened the three of you spent an entire day making each other cum, seeing who could make the others scream the loudest.

Stu had won that bet.

Actually, you hoped a neighbor would leave another note. You wanted a repeat of that day.

Billy turned to Stu and slowly kissed him before mumbling, “And you my impatient little darling did well too.”

That made you perk up quickly.

“Impatient?” you asked. “What else did you have planned?”

Billy smirked at you and wrapped his arms around both you and Stu.

“Guess we'll keep that for next time. Let's hope your pretty pussy doesn't immediately make him cum again mm dove?”

You giggled and pressed your face into Billy's chest, already excited for the next time your partners catch you in the act.

And if you end up purposely waiting to touch yourself until right before they get home, then that's nobody's business but yours and theirs.

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the ball's in your court - george x reader (ft. matty tihi) ˚˖𓍢ִ໋`🔆:✧˚.🍉⋆𖧧🐚

a/n: aka the challengers au threesome aka utter summer filth. this is mostly george, matty's just in it because he's pretty cw: very pathetic descriptions of tennis because i know fuckall about it. men kissing (happy pride month), semi awful flirting i guess but it's not too bad this time, threesome, cumplay, joint fingering??? blowjobs, masturbation, no actual p in v sex though wc: 4k

sweat. that’s the first thing you remember. sweat dripping on the hot tennis court on a blistering day in june, running down their faces in rivulets and flying off in droplets whenever they jump and run and swing and breathe.

sweat, soaking their t-shirts, making it cling to their sculpted bodies. their sun-tanned arms move beautifully. they’re visually appealing, at least, even if their tennis skills are a bit pathetic. too much twisting of the wrist, too much swish, a shot that’s too wide, a shot that’s not wide enough.

at least they’re good entertainment if not good players. the joy of watching country club brats fall flat on their asses is like no other.

you pop the gum in your mouth, and watch them from the shade. matty and george. george and matty.

they’re regulars, and they might not know you or your name, but you know them. in the same way you know the creak in a stair—not because you’ve tried to look for it and made an effort, but because it’s a force of habit.

you’ve watched them so many times too, right here on this court, taking out their aggressions on their rackets and tennis balls. their t-shirts ride up each time they jump, exposing their tattoo-covered torsos, the bands of their underwear. the muscles in their thighs are pulled taut too—they’re nice to look at, you think. certainly easy on the eyes.

“we have audience,” george says, his eyes trained on matty, his mouth curved upwards into a smirk. not once does he look at you.

matty looks at you from the corner of his eyes. his gorgeous, dark curls are plastered on his forehead, the bridge of his straight nose glistens with sweat. you bite your lip in anticipation.

you should have gone straight inside after making sure all the balls on the empty courts were collected. you should’ve been making sure you’re not needed somewhere else. and yet here you are… indulging.

“what do you do? just watch?” george asks loudly. suddenly, his dark gaze is trained on you. the sun might be on them directly but it’s you who feels dizzy.

you push off the wall, walk a little further and out of the shade. “i work here.”

for a bit he doesn’t say anything, he just looks at matty who seems to be barely stifling a smile. you can’t quite decipher what happens between them then, a nod and a coy smile, like it’s their little secret code. it’s about you, that much you’re sure of.

and your point is proven a second later when george sets his racket down and walks up to you.

up close he’s huge, tall enough to tower over you and leave you craning your neck. the hollow of his throat is pink with a hint of sunburn, glistening just like the rest of his forehead. his white uniform is stained with grass a little, but you doubt that bothers someone like him, someone rich enough to afford a year long membership at one of the top country clubs.

you don’t back away from him though. if anything, you wonder if you should take a step closer, wonder if you should give matty a show since he’s so busy gawking at you and george.

george, to his credit, doesn’t try to cross the boundary. although he certainly toes it.

“no, i can see that,” george thumbs the top button of your uniform, the one right below your throat and just above the dip between your breast. he toys with it a second, until it threatens to pop open. “i mean what do you do on the court? just watch? or…”

“do i play, you mean.” you place your thumb over his, pop the button open easily since it’s already so precarious. when george raises his eyebrow, you shrug. “what? it’s hot.”

george rolls his eyes, but there’s a ghost of a smile on his face too. “oh, do you?”

“a little, we aren’t allowed, technically,” you admit, “but the patrons…”

“old, sleazy men who like pretty girls in tennis skirts?”

you laugh. “yeah, them. the managers can’t say no to patrons. and i can’t say no to tips.”

the club’s not being very subtle either, what with your uniform being a literal tennis skirt, not one that might be functional in the slightest, not for its actual purpose anyway…

george takes a moment to look you up and down. you can’t lie, it’s certainly flattering to steal his attention like this.

“george!” matty calls out for him, shitting-eating grin stretched wide on his face. “quit flirting and come back for the next set.”

“yeah, go back for the next set, george,” you tease, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. he doesn’t move an inch.

“come play a few sets with us.”

“there’ll be three of us. a bit crowded, no?”

“why?” he cocks an eyebrow, “afraid you can’t take both of us on?”

you look him up and down, lingering especially on the t-shirt sticking to his stomach and his broad chest. then you click your tongue. “the real question is… can you take me on?”

george is distraction personified.

you decide it’s best to play against matty first—george decides it, more like and you agree. except now that he’s sat in a chair, legs sprawled wide and t-shirt discarded on the ground, you regret it.

the tattoos covering his arms glisten under the sun, his tanned sweaty chest makes your head turn every few seconds, and every time george catches you staring, he smirks. insufferable, annoying, fucking hot.

focusing on matty’s no better for you. he’s worse than you at tennis, that much is a fact. you’ve already won the first set against him, but then he has that way of staring at you across the net, curls dropping in his eyes, and his crooked smile on display. it’s disarming, if you’re being completely honest.

“a break?” george calls out when you set your racket down. you are panting a little, but it has little to do with the sport and more to do with the other kinds of heat coursing through you.

“maybe…” you begin walking off court, toying with the idea of undoing another button. it would be crass…

across the court, matty takes his t-shirt off too, throws it on the ground and takes a swig out of his bottle. you sit closer to george.

once your breathing returns a bit to normal, you train your gaze on him, on the way he looks at you with barely concealed interest, subtly flexing his arms while he leans forward, elbows on his knees and his chin on his fists. his jaw looks sharp enough to cut like this, and yet you have the strongest urge to run your finger along it. maybe even your tongue.

“my friend’s dying for your number.” his tone is so nonchalant that you almost miss it.

“matty?” you steal a subtle glance at him, lying there on the court shirtless, sun warming his skin. “and he told you this…when?”

george pokes his tongue in his cheek, concealing a smile. “we don’t always have to talk, love…”

“i see…” you mirror his pose, leaning forward with just as much interest, relishing in the way his gaze dips to your cleavage and then back up to your face. a quick glance, a stolen glance. “and you’re not? dying for my number?”

“would you like me to?”

“would you rather i go home with your friend?”

“oh who said anything about going home?”

an image flashes in your head. you, george, matty—in the locker room that would be empty this late in the day, but of course there’s always a chance someone might walk in. someone might see… quickly, you cross your legs together. george notes the movement with much interest.

“what would you do? just watch?” you steal another lingering glance at matty, who’s sitting up by now, forearms on his knees, watching this exchange with a kind of intensity on his face that you haven’t seen yet.

“there are worse things than watching, won’t you agree?” george steals your attention away again.

“and is that what you do? watch?”

george laughs, leaning back. then he hooks his foot under your chair, swiftly pulling you closer somehow on the grassy turf.

“where?”

“the lockers are free.”

“i’m serious…” he looks at matty, nodding subtly, “we are serious.”

“who says i’m not?”

matty gets up then, dusting off his shorts and walking up to you, right behind you, until his hands are on your shoulders, lightly massaging. you can’t resist a low moan that slips out of you, rolling your head back and closing your eyes. you hope he’s just as good with his hands everywhere else…

“have you decided then,” matty asks, “picked one of us?”

“why not both?”

matty grins, all sharp teeth and wicked smugness. “if that’s what you wish.”

“aren’t you so bold on the court,” george’s breath is hot on your neck, his arms circling your waist, fingers trailing under your t-shirt and up, up, up until the graze the underside of your boob. you hiss, matty falters in his step.

still, he doesn’t turn, surveying the locker room like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. “matty?”

george’s hand still. “oh is that who you want now?”

“want you both,” you moan, “like i was promised.”

“you were promised—” george whirls you around, manhandling you like you weigh nothing to him until you’re pressed flush against his chest, and he’s close enough for you to kiss him “—nothing.”

“come on, now…” matty’s there suddenly, pressing his chest against your back, grabbing your hips until you can feel his hard dick against your ass. “let’s not lie.”

“mmm i like matty,” you smirk at george, then turn your head sideways so matty can grab your jaw like there’s no tomorrow. at this angle it’s an awkward kiss—teeth against your lips and his tongue on the inside of your cheek, but you gasp just the same, throwing yourself into it.

george takes the opportunity to kiss your exposed neck. it’s more than just a kiss, if anything you know it’s going to leave a mark impossible to hide. his teeth graze over your pulse point, tongue circling it until you moan loudly into matty’s mouth.

george pushes against you. “shower. now.”

his voice is a growl, low and urgent, and not one bone in your body is capable of disobeying him. you break the kiss and turn back to george, walking backwards toward the open showers, making sure not to break eye contact. you do however undo a button of your shirt with each step until it’s completely off you, leaving you in a cream lacy bra and the tiny tennis skirts. matty whistles appreciatively, about to take his shirt off too.

“no,” you object, almost inside the cubicle. “i want george to take off your t-shirt. go on now.”

matty raises an eyebrow and turns to look back at george. his eyes are still trained on you however, glittering with a challenge.

“oh you want a show, darling? she wants a show matty…”

matty hmms, “go on, do it then.”

you bite your lip, eyes trailing on their bodies with barely concealed lust. george grips matty’s jaw. it’s not forceful or harsh, but it is enough that his eyes widen. he doesn’t move away though, he just lets george pull him closer and tilt his chin up. he just lets george pull him into a kiss.

it’s a sloppy kiss—teeth colliding against each other, mouths moving out of sync—it’s a mess, frankly. and yet you can’t look away as george holds onto matty’s neck, fingers tight around the nape and lips hot on his jaw and for a moment it’s like you’re not in the room at all.

matty whimpers. it’s a pathetic little sound that sends a bolt of thrill straight to your cunt, and you rub your thighs together, clenching in anticipation.

they only break the kiss so george can pull the t-shirt off matty and discard it into a rag. you’ve had enough of being ignored.

“oh you are greedy,” he taunts, gripping your wrist tight just when you try to undress him. something tells you he’s used to getting what he wants, inside the bedroom and outside.

“you’ll have to earn it though,” matty joins in.

earn. yes.

breathlessly, you nod, blood pumping through you at a dizzying pace. you know what george wants as he stares at your mouth, far longer than before. and so you give in, eager to please and to taste him, and you kneel, right there on the cold bathroom floor.

“is this good enough?”

“much better,” he smirks, tracing your lip with his thumb. it would almost be a loving gesture if it weren’t for the utter and complete lust written all over his face.

george looks eager, exchanging glances with matty, who stands against the wall, watching. his shorts are almost pulled down, exposing the v of his pelvis and the boner that he palms. matty is content watching. you turn your attention back to george.

george leans against the wall, discarding his t-shirt somewhere and letting you pull his shorts down until they’re around his ankles, until he’s completely exposed with his hard cock centimetres away from your face. your mouth waters at the sight of him, but you choose to put your hand around him first. around his base, holding him in one hand while the other rests on his thigh. the bathroom tiles dig into your knees, but george groans and suddenly it’s all worth it.

he moans when you move your hand—a trail of your finger up along the thick vein that runs along his underside. you stare at him through your lashes, making sure he’s looking at you when you lick up his slit, already leaking with precum.

“fuck…” matty groans behind you.

you rather like this attention, like the fact that he’s getting off to the sight of you on your knees, about to get face-fucked by his best friend.

george tries hard to keep his eyes open, to watch you as you put just the tip of his cock in your mouth. your hand is wrapped around his base, pumping lightly. you know it feels good because a moment later, his eyes flutter shut.

his soft sighs turn into groans as you take him deeper into your mouth, only halfway through, still pumping him with one hand and swirling your tongue around his tip. the weight of it feels delicious on your tongue, the taste and the smell of sweat and grass and remnants off his cologne. it’s an odd mix, one that wouldn’t appeal to you otherwise. but here, now, it breaks through any semblance of control you feel over yourself, even as you try to take it slow, tease him mercilessly before you give him anything else.

but george is getting desperate, his hips bucks as he thrusts into your mouth reflexively, making you gag slightly. instead of apologising, george smirks. matty whimpers too, the sound of skin on skin and you look up at george, at his eyes that flit between you sucking him off and matty pleasuring himself.

“do it again,” you tell him, clenching your thighs together for at least some friction.

george raises an eyebrow. “that how wanna be treated?” his voice has almost turned into a growl, something so deep and feral, it has you taking him deeper into your mouth, all the way until you gag around him once more.

“she’s asking so nicely,” matty taunts, breathing harshly between words.

whatever hold george has on himself snaps at the encouragement. his fingers tighten in your hair, holding you in place as he thrusts his hips again, faster than before, harder. and with each thrust you feel more of his control slipping.

you feel the saliva pooling in your mouth each time his tip hits the back of your throat, feel the burn around your mouth from his thickness. feel the ache between your legs that grows stronger and stronger.

“oh fucking! shit—” he moans, cutting himself off as you hum around him and hollow your cheeks. your scalp stings from his hold, mixing pain and pleasure, making you hiss each time.

somewhere in the meantime, matty has walked up to you, completely naked now and so much closer, closer still when he kneels next to you. you whimper, pleading to be touched, even if it’s just a little. matty seems to understand what you want.

“such a perfect girl,” he coos, words falling carelessly off his lips while he pumps himself slowly. matty waits a moment, then unhooks your bra, letting it fall off you before he grabs one of your tits in his hand, pinching the nipple between his fingers and rolling it until white hot pleasure zings through you. your jaw grows slack and george groans in frustration.

“did i tell you to stop?”

you come back to the present, back to matty touching you while he’s touching himself, back to george with the tip of his cock resting on your lips, back to the ache between your legs.

you take him in deeper as frustration builds in your body, a need for release so strong that you might almost be on the brink of insanity.

both george and matty pant, their breaths coming out harsher, and even when your jaw aches and saliva dribbles down your chin, george keeps going, fucking your face like your nothing but a blow-up doll to him.

“good girl,” he grunts between them, “perfect, perfect girl.” and you know it’s not long now, you can feel him twitching inside your mouth, can feel the way his hips buck and his moans grow louder. you hollow your cheeks again, moan again to let the vibration do its job.

matty moves to stand behind you, breathing loud and almost irregular.

“shit shit shit—” george pants, eyes rolled to the back of his head and jaw slack from pleasure, “gonna cum,” he moans, “gonna cum in your mouth okay?”

you want to say yes, nod, something to let him know how badly you want to taste him, for him to fill up your mouth.

his entire body tenses in that moment, stomach tightening visibly before you feel the thick, warm cum shoot right into your throat and all the way down. you try to keep up with him, swallowing everything he gives you but some of it dribbles down your chin anyway, mixing in with the drool, making a mess.

almost exactly a second later, ropes of cum shoot down your back, your spine. matty, reaching his own orgasm. it’s utterly pornographic, the scene—you on your knees with cum dribbling down your chin and your spine. two men staring at you with lust-riddled eyes, in complete and utter awe.

“pretty little mess,” matty sighs softly, as if reading your mind. george still thrusts in your mouth, gentler now as he rides out the last waves of his orgasm, his cock leaking with the last drops of cum.

you keep your mouth open when he pulls out, letting him see his release on your tongue—thick and white and milky. then you turn to matty. “wanna share?”

matty nods, crashing his lips against yours. the moment his tongue slips inside your mouth you moan. he can taste george on your tongue, can taste every drop of his cum you failed to swallow. you bite his lip, enjoying his hiss a little too much. matty lets you though…

he’s too busy digging his fingers in your jaw and your neck, almost squeezing the sides of your throat. it’s not enough to cut off air completely, but it’s enough to make your head spin.

when matty pulls back, milky release almost coating on his lips, you feel the breath leave you in a whoosh.

george kneels next to you, hand on your hip.

“take this off, yeah?” his fingers taps against the waistline of your skirt. “your turn now.”

“touch me,” you whimper, grabbing george’s hand and moving it up your thigh until his fingers are practically at your aching cunt. he stills and looks at you with a grin.

“matty can help, can’t he?”

“wha—”

“you’ve been so good to us” he whispers right into your ear, nips your earlobe while he’s at it too and you moan just from the thought of it—both their fingers stretching you out, making your see stars, the taste of cum still linger on your lips and you nod, breathless, spreading your legs to bare everything to them.

“please,” you nod eagerly, letting matty part your legs wider, letting him graze your thigh. george, not one to be outdone, joins in a second later.

this time when you kiss matty, you make sure to slip your tongue inside, something he seems to enjoy a little too much, and you take advantage of his distraction.

“like that,” you moan in his mouth and grab his hand, pushing a finger inside and searching for george’s hand right after.

“want more?” he smirks. his eyes look pitch black, blown out wide and so dark, it sends a thrill down your spine.

george presses a kiss on your neck again, mouth rough, all teeth and tongue until you’re close to a blackout and grinding on his hand. you feel the stretch when his fingers enter you, right alongside matty’s. their hands work in tandem, pulling out and pushing in, and the burn of the stretch is divine. your eyes close of their own accord, hips undulating, back arched.

“please d-don’t stop,” you beg, moving your hips faster and faster, matching the thrust of their fingers, “i’ll die if you stop.”

your voice is raspy and rough, like you’ve been screaming unintelligible things for hours. and maybe you have been; your body certainly feels like it, on fire with a current running down your spine every time their fingers push in deeper.

“won’t” george promises, at least you think it’s him. his voice has morphed into something you barely recognise. but his hand moves faster and faster, thumb circling your clit, and that’s all you seem to care about.

“ohgodohgodohgod,” you chant like a blind devotee, drunk on them both, pathetic and desperate. matty’s moves, kissing the other side of your neck, teeth over your earlobe and tongue against your collarbone. if tomorrow you woke up covered in hickeys, you won’t regret it one bit.

heat burns hotter in your chest, the bottom of your spine as you clench around their fingers, stretched out and almost at the edge

“that’s it baby, look at me,” george says. no…it’s almost an order, “look at me when you cum.”

instinctually, you open your eyes, look right at him—at his face that is so close to yours you can practically feel his breath fan your cheek, at his completely dilated pupils and swollen mouth. he kisses you hard and rough, probably tasting himself on your tongue and that tips you over the edge.

with a cry you cum all over their hands, panting and breathing hard. it’s barely even audible over the rushing blood.

“fuck—” matty chokes, utterly speechless. you feel no different.

instead, when matty pulls his hand out, you take a hold of it, place it in your mouth. he makes a sound at the back of his throat—a choked moan like he can’t take it anymore. the moan frees itself when you swirl your tongue around his fingers, licking every inch of them, sucking them clean, not breaking eye contact even once.

you turn to george next, almost expecting him to stick his fingers in your mouth, shoved deep down until you gag around them too but he’s quicker, eager enough to swirl his tongue around them while you and matty watch.

“at least you’re better at this than tennis,” you mock, earning an eye roll from george and a laugh from matty.

the showers stink of cum and sweat.

your uniform is probably unusable now. fuck.

with shaky legs you get off the floor, utterly naked, with no idea how to go back outside and how to do your job.

“shower?” matty asks, utterly nonchalant.

george looks at you for an answer. oh well… “and a smoke after that,” you add.

“that’s the plan then,” he agrees and turns the shower on.

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dark-and-kawaii · 9 months ago

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No Escape

Haarlep x f!Tav/Reader

Mephistopheles x Haarlep/f!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ 18+ Dark Content

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary: Haarlep is once again captured and under the control of the archdevil Mephistopheles. The devil mocks Haarlep's previous attempt to flee to live freely, suggesting a more twisted form of punishment this time… One that even you could feel.

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I’ve been working on this for the past couple days now. Enjoy xoxo

4k words & Based off my thoughts on Haarlep’s background

The dank alleyway was silent save for the skittering of rats and the distant echo of merriment from the nearby taverns. Haarlep moved like a shadow, their footsteps muted, their breath a quiet whisper against the chill of the night. They were seeking you, for they had grown bored waiting for you to return to them.

Before they could sense the ambush, their instincts screamed a warning. Shadows shifted, and figures emerged from the dark. Before Haarlep could react, strong hands grabbed them, and a sharp pain shot through their wrists. Looking down, Haarlep saw the glint of enchanted metal magical cuffs, designed to suppress their powers. They could feel their heart race; it was rare for an incubus of their caliber to be caught off guard by a mere human.

Haarlep swished their tail, a last attempt at defense, but it was like thrashing against the winds of a storm. The incubus’s assailants were prepared, unfazed by the creatures feeble efforts. Haarlep's eyes flashed with irritation, yet they knew better than to let fear take hold. Instead, they summoned the smooth, confident demeanor that was their trademark.

“If you wanted to get rough with me, a simple whisper in my ear would have sufficed-,” they began, their voice low and teasing, but the sentence was abruptly cut short. A calloused hand clamped over their lips, the stench of sulfur and filth assaulting their senses. Sulfur?

“Quiet, you revolting creature! Your kind don’t belong here, preying on our women and men, especially the hero of this city! We’ve seen ya hanging around her!” the ringleader hissed.

Haarlep's eyebrow arched. Preying on you? The very idea was laughable. It was true, they originally wanted to be your cruel master, but the tables had turned so delightfully. You were the one who had ensnared the incubus with your charms, your boldness captivating them in a way few mortals ever had. And though they’d never admit it aloud, they didn't mind this reversal of roles.

The thought was a spark of warmth against their growing concern. There was a dangerous edge to the situation,a tone of finality in their captor's voice that couldn't be ignored.

“Time to take you back where ya came from!”

The words struck a chord of genuine alarm. Haarlep's eyes widened as they realized the full extent of their intentions. The smell of sulfur, these humans being prepared, it wasn’t Grazzt who had summoned for them… Their original home, the Abyss. But rather Cania, the eighth hell, a frozen wasteland, a place of punishment and exile for their kind. It was the one place they dreaded above all after becoming “free”.

A snap shattered the stillness, and a portal yawned open, its glacial glow casting foreboding shadows. The gateway to their dread stood gaping, an icy maw ready to swallow Haarlep whole.

The air in the grand chamber was icy, a stark contrast to the spark that usually dances in Haarlep's eyes, now dulled by the grim realization of their predicament. Forced to their knees on the marble flooring, the relentless cold crept into their very marrow, a chilling reminder of the unforgiving nature of Hell's hierarchy.

Before them stood Mephistopheles, the archdevil of Cania, whose mere presence seemed to leech the warmth from the air, "Well, well, what do we have here?" Mephistopheles purred, his voice the embodiment of malevolence, "My lost little debaucher.”

Haarlep's silence was not by choice; the fabric gag in their mouth stifled any retort they might have conjured. Their glare met the eyes of Mephistopheles', as the devil's hand cupped their chin, forcing them to maintain eye contact.

"My lap has been quite cold without you here," Mephistopheles murmured, his thumb tracing the line of Haarlep's jaw with a feigned tenderness that belied the cruelty beneath. "Tell me, after my son's demise you came back here, did you not? Why only tease me and the others in my court if you were just going to run away and never come back for a visit?"

The cruel indentations of Mephistopheles' talons etching into Haarlep’s flesh forced a muffled grunt from Haarlep, the sole utterance they could manage against the gag. The searing mark was a relentless testament to the infernal dominion the archdevil held over them, a dominion Haarlep had once slipped from and now found themselves ensnared within again, tighter, more inescapable.

"Ah, but I should hardly chide you for your pitiful attempt to flee," Mephistopheles sneered with a sadistic curl of his lip, "It was my own amusement that saw you freed from my grasp, straight into the embrace of that lovely woman."

As Mephistopheles' hold constricted, a warning clear in the increasing pressure, Haarlep understood that the path to freedom would be far more treacherous this time. Their prior escape had been a mere twist of fate, a rare moment of chance they had exploited with your aid. Now, beneath Mephistopheles' relentless scrutiny, amidst the icy desolation of Cania, and with you absent in Faerun, the scales of fortune were grimly tipped against them...

"Perhaps I ought to exact a cruel reprisal for your transgression," Mephistopheles pondered, his claws delving deeper into Haarlep's flesh. "Yet, why waste such a delicious opportunity for my own entertainment?"

The acute slash of rending skin was all too familiar for Haarlep, a scorching emblem of their profound powerlessness. Mephistopheles' voice was thick with malevolent satisfaction as he coaxed forth the blood, a scarlet symbol of Haarlep's forced submission.

"Did you really think I'd allow you to go play house with the little hero?" Mephistopheles taunted, his grin wide, "Though who could blame you, you're such a simple creature. She's such a pretty thing, and her lifestyle is quite easy now, the perfect prey for you."

Haarlep ached to retaliate, but as they gathered their thoughts the air thickened with magic, and a metal collar snapped viciously around their neck. A short chain attached to it materialized shortly after, a representation of Mephistopheles' dominance. The sudden yank brought Haarlep's face crashing against the devil's foot, the impact a brutal punctuation to his enchained existence.

"I wonder how her flesh feels, how her body trembles when experiencing the most wonderful of orgasms," Mephistopheles speculated with a vile sneer, pressing his foot against Haarlep's lacerated cheek, grinding their head into the cold marble, "You have tasted her form, yes? Of course you have, all you do is take whenever you find discover a shiny new toy.”

Haarlep’s mind raced, seeking a sliver of opportunity, but the cuffs held firm, cutting into their skin even as their muscles strained against them. The bulging veins in their arms were a testament to their futile attempts, a visual chorus to the anger boiling within. Mephistopheles had always been a master of manipulation, playing with his subjects like a puppeteer with marionettes.

Incubi were creatures of persuasion and deception, and Haarlep had been among the best. It would take all of their cunning, all of their guile, but they were not devoid of options.

The command though that slithered from Mephistopheles' lips resonated like a death knell through the grand, sinister hall, a decree that stripped away the last remnants of Haarlep's autonomy. "Transform into her, my pet. Why should a mere incubus and my son be the only ones to savor such delights?" The devil's smile was a ghastly exhibition of his vile victory.

As Mephistopheles' claws sank into Haarlep's hair they were yanked from the ground. Haarlep's face was a canvas of conflict; rage and spite warred with a sadness so profound it bordered on mourning. The incubus longed for the past, a time when they were more than just a pawn in the infernal realm.

With a casual display of his infernal might, Mephistopheles transported himself and Haarlep back to the expansive, ebony throne that symbolized his ruling. There, he sat with an air of regal entitlement, his smirk a silent yet eloquent expression of mastery.

"We'll leave that makeshift gag around your mouth for now, her whimpers are all I need," Mephistopheles declared, a sadistic pleasure evident in his tone. His hand gently brushed Haarlep's cheek in a mock caress, a vile parody of tenderness. "Reveal the one who felled my wretched offspring, her form revealed in its entirety. I am eager to witness what will draw forth her screams.”

Was this the crux of it all, the reason Haarlep had fled with the assassin of the archdevil's son? How Haarlep had plotted Raphael’s downfall, seizing the chance when fate led you to cross paths...

As the cuffs that once bound Haarlep were removed, it was clear that their confinement was far from over. The true shackles were not of iron, but of the consequences that disobedience would entail.

Haarlep clung to the notion of causing the archdevil even a fraction of the agony the incubus had inflicted upon others, but they knew well that such a powerful being's soul was beyond their reach, beyond consumption.

Mephistopheles' patience frayed, and with a violent jerk of the chain, he forced Haarlep's gaze back to his own. "I don't have all day, incubus. If you don't do this I will force it upon you and then go claim your little play toy for myself."

In that moment of despair, Haarlep's resolve faltered as they grappled with the enormity of their situation. With an unusual heavy heart, they conceded to the will of the archdevil, understanding the grim cost of defiance.

A dance of black embers encircled Haarlep, a prelude to the dark magic that would transform them. The air crackled magic, the scent of brimstone a bitter fragrance heralding the change. And then, in a sudden conflagration, Haarlep's form shifted, the masculine lines of their body melting away to reveal the delicate, familiar contours of your own.

There you were, in all your likeness, a spectral mirage crafted from the incubus's flesh. It was a sight that would have filled any lover's heart with dread, even a chaotic demon such as themself. For in that moment, Haarlep was both present and absent, their own essence cloaked beneath the visage of the one they sought to keep to themself.

Mephistopheles leaned back on his throne, observing the transformation with a gleam in his eyes, a delight that only a creature of his malevolence could savor. Haarlep, now wearing your flesh, was a sight of haunting beauty.

"You do wear it well," Mephistopheles cooed, his voice dripping with a sickly sweetness. His fingers traced the air, as though he could manipulate the very soul of the illusion that Haarlep had become. "Now let us see if the performance is as convincing as the appearance."

Haarlep, despite being coerced into this vile charade, held onto a sliver of control. They would play the part.

Mephistopheles, gestured with an air of impatience, "Proceed," he commanded, "let us indulge in the fantasy that you are her. I want to savor the illusion before I partake in her."

Haarlep moved, each motion deliberate yet hollow, an echo of your grace, a puppet's dance with Mephistopheles holding the strings. They mimicked your mannerisms, wiggling your hips and tracing your stomach with your fingers.

The archdevil's laughter filled the chamber, a sound devoid of joy, empty and cold. "Yes, this will do," he mused, his gaze never leaving the figure before him.

Haarlep's performance continued.

“Come now, you can do better than this now.” The arch devils grin never ceasing, "I know this form quite intimately, dear Haarlep. I've watched her in the throes of ecstasy, seen the way she writhes and begs for release," Mephistopheles taunted, his lips broadening as he saw the pain written on the incubus's features. "And you… you've had the privilege of making her body sing with pleasure."

Their mind raced with thoughts of what would transpire when Mephistopheles’ has his way, the memories of times long past seared in Haarlep’s mind… How Mephistopheles would pass them around between the devils, a new plaything for them to use and abuse. Every thrust came a new beating, a new spiked whip… Even Demons have their breaking point...

Then the memories from just the other night come flooding into Haarlep’s mind, a night of ecstasy and tenderness, your soft wonton moans lingering in their ears still, the warmth of your skin, the sweet taste of your lips... The sound of your gentle breathing, the scent of your hair, and the comfort of your embrace... it all felt so far away now… The feeling of freedom…

In the beginning, your relationship with Haarlep was a mere play of games and lust, but as time spun its narrative, an unexpected bond had taken root. You bestowed upon them the gift of freedom, a gem of inestimable value for a creature shackled by the chains of servitude. Love, an enigma to beings such as Haarlep, had become the cornerstone of your existence together. Those nights enshrouded in their warm wings were not just moments of passion but sanctuary, a sacred space where you were not a master, prey, or a source of sustenance, but a cherished lover.

Yet those cherished moments would soon become tainted, marred by the touch of an imposter. Your body, the sanctuary you had entrusted to him, would now be defiled, sullied by the archdevil's depravity… And you would feel it all…

"Now then," Mephistopheles purred, rising from his throne. "Show me how she trembles."

…

The silence lingered, and then the first blow fell. A brutal backhand, a strike so hard it left the incubus reeling, staggering backwards and collapsing onto the floor, his face stinging from the impact- Your face stinging from the impact… Haarlep knows you felt that…

And you did, as you walked the market with Karlach you felt a sharp slap against your face, leaving you momentarily stunned as the pain flared up, forcing a pained whimper from your lips. Karlach had immediately stopped in her tracks, concern written across her face as she asked what happened, to which you gave a quick response, saying it was nothing. That Haarlep had probably irritated Astarion once again while in your form.

With Karlach pacified, you continued your walk, the ache in your cheek never fading. Yet you still couldn't shake the sensation that something was wrong, a cold dread settling in the pit of your stomach…

Your fears were confirmed when another wave of pain came crashing down, the feeling of a foot striking your gut as you doubled over, gasping for breath. Tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes, a lump forming in your throat as the full extent of the situation became clear.

The archdevil snarled, "Don't make me repeat myself," the fury in his eyes a warning of worse punishments to come.

Haarlep's fingers curled against the floor as they steadied themself, struggling to their knees, your knees. The aches of the blows still lingered, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the heartache Haarlep was facing… Was this how Graz'zt felt when Tasha had left the Abyss finally all those years ago?

Haarlep couldn't stop the peculiar wetness that was beginning to stream down their face… Tears? The incubus’s eyes widened, tears? Reaching up they touched the foreign liquid they’ve yet to ever experience… Looking down at their wet finger another tear cascaded down from their- your eyes…

A mocking laughter cut through the silence, the archdevil sneering in response to Haarlep's tears, "My, how sweet. The vulgar incubus cares for her. Perhaps I will go fetch for her, keep her alive and have her watch the fun," he taunted, relishing in the incubus’s misery. "Or, perhaps not. I can’t help but to wonder how she'll fare after she feels me ravage you in her image. If she’ll ever be able to touch you again.”

Haarlep knew that was coming, the words he dreaded to hear... How long will he be trapped in this prison of his own creation?

“She’ll discard you like the object you are and you’ll have no choice but to come back here, the Abyss surely won’t take you back after being in my care for so long.” Mephistopheles chuckled, the incubus would never escape his grasp…

Mephistopheles stepped closer, his eyes dark with lust, the heat radiating from his skin a palpable energy. He reached out, his touch almost gentle, his claws running over the curves of your body, over the fabric of the shirt, and the skin underneath. There was a gentleness in his touch, a strange tenderness, as his fingers traveled lower, slipping between your thighs…

Karlach held onto you while your body shivered as foreign hands traveled over your body. The sensation of your legs being spread…

“It’s the fucking incubus! I told you not to bring that thing back! You can’t trust those-“

“I-it’s n-not… Ah!!-“

With a sudden ferocity, Mephistopheles seized the front of Haarlep’s shirt, yanking them forward and slamming their back against the ground, ripping the shirt in the process.

A gasp escaped your lips as Haarlep hit the floor, the shock of the impact momentarily stunning you. Your back ached from the impact, leaving you breathless as you felt someone straddled your waist, their weight pressing down against your hips. You could feel whos ever arousal it was roll their hips against yours…

Karlach looked you over, “Champ??”

Your breathing quickened, “n-no… something’s not right… H-Haarlep, he’s using my body, b-but-“ A piercing scream erupted from you suddenly as you simultaneously grabbed your neck. It felt like someone had taken a chunk out of your flesh… And that was exactly what had happened.

Mephistopheles looked down at Haarlep, the incubus’s blood dripping from his jaws. It had been so quick, so effortless, the ease with which he'd ripped into your flesh was chilling, “Mortals are so fragile, aren’t they? I’m surprised you haven’t broken her yet yourself. I remember how rough you can get, dear Haarlep.”

The sharp pain was all that filled Haarlep’s mind as they felt the blood pooling around your body, the wound on their neck throbbing with agony… "Such a lovely thing she is all bloodied, wouldn't you agree?" Mephistopheles didn’t wish to waste anymore time, he needed to feel you, and wished to know what made you so special. He leaned down, his hand grabbing a hold of Haarlep’s ankle and pulling their limp body towards him, their blood smearing across the obsidian floor.

Your head was spinning, and you couldn't focus on anything but the pain and the fear. It was surreal, a waking nightmare, the agony, the feeling of violation and helplessness. Another blood curdling scream filled the air, your knees buckling causing you to collapse to the dirt ground. You felt something large enter your body, ripping you open with a violent force. The stretch was so painful, and you could feel something warm begin to trickle down your thighs, but it wasn’t your arousal, it was blood… But it wasn’t actually coming from you… It was coming from Haarlep, from them using your body…

Your nails dug into the dirt beneath you as you cried out, your whole body trembling, a single word escaping your lips, a plea, a prayer, a name, Haarlep!

Karlach stayed by your side, her arms wrapping around you tightly as she held you close, “the fuck is happening!?” You could only respond with a pitiful whimper as you felt a cold sweat breaking out over your entire body, the pain becoming unbearable. The sounds of your cries echoing throughout the city.

The archdevil thrusted into Haarlep relentlessly, each thrust bringing with it a new wave of pain and a fresh round of blood. Mephistopheles growled as he continued to ravage the incubus, his hands gripping their hips, your hips, hard enough to bruise. Haarlep's body jerked with every motion, his blood painting the archdevil's cock crimson as he tore through your delicate flesh, his claws digging into the incubus' skin as he held Haarlep in place. It was as if the archival was trying to fuck through Haarlep, “I never had such an exquisite mortal before,” Mephistopheles laughed as he looked down at the incubus, his voice tinged with delight, “she really is to die for.”

Mephistopheles leaned down to grab hold of one of your nipples, and twisted it. And with each brutal thrust he’d pull on the delicate little bud, hard enough to force Haarlep off the ground slightly.

Your screams had ceased, the shock of what was happening finally overtaking you, the pain had become too much, and everything was becoming blurry. You felt sick, nauseous, and dizzy. Your heart was beating so fast, and your vision was growing dimmer, “…c-can’t… p-please…” your eyelids began to flutter shut as the searing pain in your chest and cunt began to consume you… “H-Haarlep…” Before death's cousin had you surrender to it, an image of your beloved incubus flashed before your eyes…

Haarlep felt the tip of the archdevil's cock slamming into your cervix, each impact tearing more of the flesh surrounding their entrance, the blood now completely covering their thighs.

The pleasure the archdevil felt was intoxicating, the ecstasy of feeling the lifeblood flowing out of the incubus through your delicate flesh wrapped around him like a vise. He was reveling in the power he wielded over both Haarlep and you, to reduce such a stubborn and defiant creature as this incubus to a quivering mess of blood and tears.

Haarlep's eyes never once shut, instead it watched and felt your body get thrown around, your body, soaked in ”your” blood... The feeling was something Haarlep couldn't quite describe... your insides, just completely and utterly ruined…

Your body was limp in Karlach's arms as she watched over your unconscious form. Rage plastered on her face as she gently carried you back to your home, "Please, Gods…”

The night continued like this for what felt like hours, you’d awaken only for pain to wrack your body. Your body quaking, your throat destroyed from the constant screaming. Your knuckles were white from how tight you were clinging to Karlach, but the barbarian didn’t seem to mind, she remained with you, holding you, comforting you. Until finally you felt a torrent of stranger's cum fill Haarlep, fill your abused cunt. You felt so full and warm despite nothing actually being there… Your eyes barely open while drool spills from your mouth…

Haarlep wreathed beneath Mephistopheles, at the feeling of the archdevil releasing into your body. The stretch was almost unbearable, the heat of his release a searing agony as it burned through Haarlep, seeping into their very core…

As you clung to Karlach and sobbed, your breathing was but a faint rasp, as you said with the last remaining of your energy, "Wh-where’s Haar-Haarlep…”

Karlach laid you down so she could fetch a potion for you to drink, when suddenly a figure materialized before her on the floorboards. It was Haarlep in your form… Unmoving with their eyes closed.

The tiefling woman reached for her great axe but before she could dismember the creature her eyes caught sight of their battered body, their tear-streaked face and the wounds on their neck along with… She looked away as she was met with the mess below Haarlep’s waist… “Hells…” She said softly.

Karlach could only look back at you, her heart heavy with the realization of the truth. She moved towards the fallen incubus and carefully picked them up, the bloodied mess staining her clothing as she made her way back towards you. She placed them down beside you, their eyes slowly opening as their hand rested upon your cheek.

She couldn't help but notice the way Haarlep’s thumb gently rubbed against your skin, and the way they used up their last strength to shift back to their true form so they could envelop you with their wings. Karlach's heart was filled with anguish as she saw Haarlep curl themselves around you, their embrace protective, shielding you from the cruelty of the world...

But it was too late, for you had already experienced the full wrath of that cruelty, and the incubus feared that you would never be the same after such a cruel night…

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