#i could breed the male one myself then..

[rizardofether]

My eggs turned out ugly so I instead went to scrying workshop to figure out real pretties and made up these two. But there's not a single dragon with their respective colour combos for sale and only 13 and 41 with these combos on the whole site in total..

White/Gray/Pistachio looks so good though I don't understand why there's only 13 of them... The other one is Eggplant/Grape/Twilight.

[jils-things]

pkmn soulsilver babbles c:

i have reached the tag limit writing my thoughts help. im not even done but ig ill just leave it at that AHAHSHSHSH

[taeyongdoyoung]

daddy's home

summary: boyfriendless, jobless and hopeless, you rush to take the first opportunity you find, which is a nanny position. but the kids are not the only ones you grow fond of... pairing: seungcheol x reader genre: fluff, smut, single dad x nanny AU warnings: kids (triggering, i know), age gap (unspecified), mentions of past cheating, abandonment issues, potential therapy, male masturbation, confessions, blowjob, kissing, eating out, protected sex (unbelievable), dirty talk, size kink, pet names (sweetheart, angel, darling, little girl), sir+daddy kink, unprotected sex (with baby-making goal), breeding kink, creampie, more kids (sorry im ovulating) author's note: this is loosely based on the sitcom the nanny in that there's a single dad with three kids but minus the dead wife trope cuz that's too depressing for my tastes word count: 4.3k

You are desperate. Your shitty boyfriend cheated on you, broke up with you and you also lost your job. So it’s been a couple of terrible weeks. Now, you would take pretty much any kind of job as long as it pays enough for you to afford food and the bills. ASAP.

Single dad looks for a live-in nanny for his three kids. Full-time with Sundays off. Contact this number for more details.

Okay, truth be told, you’ve never considered yourself as someone who is good with kids. But how hard can it be? Have you mentioned you’re desperate?

“Listen, Miss L/N,” Mr. Choi, your potential future employer starts. “I appreciate your enthusiasm but I’m not just going to hire you. I’m looking for someone with experience.”

“Well, I have a bunch of nephews, if they turned out alright under my care, then I guess that counts for something,” you chuckle.

“That’s very nice but I’m talking about professional experience. Have you been a nanny before?”

“Technically, no, but how can I get experience if you won’t hire me?”

“Touché,” Mr. Choi laughs.

“How about a trial period? Let me spend some time with your kids under your supervision and prove myself capable.”

Mr. Choi nods reluctantly.

“Well, you’re in luck since my little goblins have driven away five nannies in the past month.”

Oh, dear. Five nannies…And here you were thinking this could be an easy job.

“So, what’s one more?” you chuckle nervously and Mr. Choi shakes your hand, agreeing to give you a chance.

You are excited when meeting his kids. The eldest daughter - Chaerry is 15, very elegant and polite. You think that you’ll have no problems with her and you’ll have lots to talk about. The middle child and only son - Dino is 10, extremely mischievous and loud. You’ll definitely have problems. Finally, the youngest daughter, Elsie, is 5, she’s such a cutie but leaves a mess of her toys everywhere she goes. It’s easy to trip if you’re not careful, but nothing you can’t handle.

The trial period goes by in a flash. Dino attempts to get on your nerves by pulling pranks like hiding fake spiders in your bag and spraying your outfit with ketchup, but you accept all that with an easygoing laugh. Elsie constantly asks you to play with her toys and you need an unlimited source of ideas to keep up with her wild imagination, but it feels more like fun than a job. Chaerry is quiet and doesn’t share much at the beginning but eventually tells you about this boy at school she has a crush on. So, you count that as a success.

“I must admit, Miss L/N, I had some worries at first but seeing how quickly my kids accepted you is remarkable,” Mr. Choi shares his observations with you at the end of the trial period.

“So, am I hired, then?” you beam with excitement.

“Absolutely, yes. The kids have taken a liking to you and changing nannies so often is probably not great for them, either.”

“So true. Kids need stability and I would be happy to stick around for as long as you’ll have me, Mr. Choi,” you are thrilled not only because you will have a bed to sleep, food to eat and money to spend, but because you are genuinely looking forward to spending more time with these little munchkins.

And spend time with them you do. You're not sure what exactly it is that makes the kids warm up to you, but whatever the reason, it's working.

With Chaerry, you talk about boys and high school drama and make-up. On one occasion, she tells you something that sincerely touches you.

“Thank you for being my best friend, Y/N. I know I shouldn't keep stuff from my dad, but he can be so overprotective sometimes it's difficult to talk about...well, going on dates with boys, mostly.”

“Aww, Chae, you can tell me anything. It'll be our little secret,” you give her a wink, followed by a hug.

You're not exactly sure what the correct response here is. But you'll make sure to maintain some kind of balance - both look after her safety so that Mr. Choi sleeps peacefully at night and not betray Chaerry's trust in you.

With Dino, after the initial phase of silly pranks passes, you notice that he's become more honest and calm.

“You won't leave us like our mom and all the other nannies did, will you?” he asks you one afternoon as you're watching TV together.

You haven't asked Mr. Choi what exactly happened with these kids' mother because frankly, it's none of your business, but something is telling you they're a lot more hurt than they let on.

“I'm not going anywhere, Dino,” you promise, though really, it's up to Mr. Choi to decide that.

“Good. It would really suck if you left.”

That's a lot, coming from the kid who damaged like half of your wardrobe with all kinds of sauces.

With Elsie, another strange situation takes place due to the fact that the kid has no filter.

“Let's play family!”

“Um, okay,” you agree without thinking much.

“This will be daddy,” Elsie points at a stuffed lion plushie and then grabs a tiger plushie, “And this is you, mommy!”

“Oh, honey. I'm not your mommy,” you try to explain as gently as possible.

“But can you be? Daddy says our mommy left and has a new family somewhere else.”

Okay, that's a lot to unpack here. Though you don't think it is your place, you'll need to have a conversation with Mr. Choi, because the kids obviously have some kind of unresolved trauma...

One evening, after the kids have gone to sleep, instead of going to your room, you wait in the living room for your employer to come back from work, so you can approach the subject as delicately as you can.

“Good evening, Miss L/N. Kids go to bed?” he greets you as he takes off his coat.

“Evening, Mr. Choi. Yes, they did. I was wondering if we can have a chat. It can be a sensitive topic, I'm sure, but for the sake of the kids, I think it's important.”

Mr. Choi nods and takes a seat next to you on the couch.

“About their mother...”

“I was wondering how long it'd take you to bring that up,” he chuckles bitterly. “Other nannies wanted me to spill the tea on day one.”

“Wow, seriously?”

“It's not like it's this big secret, I just prefer not to talk about it unless absolutely necessary. My ex-wife...cheated on me and got pregnant by another man, so we had a divorce and I kept the kids, because she said she wants to start anew with this other guy, and...well, the kids said this is their home and that they won't move. So, I suppose the judge took that under consideration.”

“My God. I had no idea.”

“You couldn't have known, considering I just said I don't enjoy revisiting those painful memories.”

“Yes, of course, I only meant that...I guess it explains some things. Forgive me for saying this, but I think the kids have some kind of abandonment issues. Elsie and Dino, in particular, they seem to have a fear that I'll leave just like...well, their mom and the other nannies.”

“And are you? Leaving, I mean.”

“Not if I can help it. Mr. Choi, your kids are very vibrant and precious to me. I genuinely love my job. But I'm worried that what happened with your ex-wife affected them more than they show. Maybe you should look into therapy?”

“I will definitely take that into consideration. Thank you for your candour, Miss L/N.”

“You're most welcome.”

“What about Chaerry?”

“What about her?”

“You said that Elsie and Dino express these abandonment issues. Does Chaerry not have them?”

“She probably does, but at the moment she's too busy thinking about boys.”

“Boys? At her tender age? I don't think so,” Mr. Choi immediately goes into ultra alpha protective dad mode and you honestly find it kind of funny. And hot.

“Oh, relax, Mr. Choi. It's just typical high school drama. There's nothing to be worried about.”

He shakes his head disapprovingly.

“I'm counting on you. Does it ever occur to you how quickly they grow up?”

“I suppose it's more difficult for you. I've only known them for a few months but I think I get what you mean.”

“Yeah...How strange, it feels like you've been part of this family forever.”

You try not to think too deeply about it. He...considers you part of this family. Elsie called you mommy. Dino doesn't want you to leave. And Chaerry talks to you about boys. A topic, which girls usually discuss with their mothers. Oh, sweet heavens. Maybe, this nanny gig is becoming more than a job...

One Monday Mr. Choi texts you not to come to work this Saturday, as the kids will be spending some time with their grandparents (aka Mr. Choi's parents). However, the moment you receive the text, you're too busy trying to escape from Dino who is chasing you with a water gun in the garden. So, you somehow forget to put it down in your calendar.

Saturday arrives and poor Mr. Choi thinks you'd be in your own apartment. Finally, some peace and quiet. His parents picked up the kids early in the morning to go to the park with them so he's all alone and free to do as he pleases.

But alas, you go down the stairs of Mr. Choi's enormous house and make your way to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for the kids. However, it's too quiet. Hm, how strange. Maybe, they're not awake yet? You shrug as you pour some milk and cereal in a bowl.

Oh, you hear some noise from the living room. Is that the TV? Your curiosity gets the better of you and you enter it only to find Mr. Choi in a very compromising position. He is touching himself, watching very obscene things on the big screen!

You are on the verge of chastising your boss for doing something like that in the living room, where the kids could walk in any minute, when you remember. The kids...They're with their grandparents today. Which means that...Fuck, you're not supposed to be here. You should be at your own apartment instead of being witness to...your very sexy and very single employer taking care of his needs.

You are going to sneak back into the kitchen and wait for a more appropriate time to leave the house when you hear it. At first you think you're hallucinating but then you hear it twice. Your name.

“Y/N...please, let me-” Mr. Choi moans, his eyes closed, he is unaware of your presence.

However, he doesn't get to finish his sentence because you are so shocked that you drop the bowl of cereal, which shatters on the ground with a loud noise.

“Fuck, I'm so so sorry,” you murmur nervously as your boss finally notices you watching him.

His cheeks flushed, his lips pouting, he is the most adorable you've ever seen him. He hurries to tuck his cock back into his pants and turn off the TV.

“N-no, I'm sorry...Miss L/N, what are you doing here?”

Oh, so you're Miss L/N now...Very well, then.

“I apologize. It must have slipped my mind that the kids are with their grandparents today.”

“It must have,” Mr. Choi repeats coldly, obviously embarrassed by this situation.

You wonder if you should tell him what you heard. Would that be unprofessional? But then again, he is the one who said your name, so...what is professional anyway?

“Do you want me to leave?”

He sighs deeply.

“What's the point? You already saw me...fuck, I feel so humiliated.”

“Why would you feel humiliated? Am I so undesirable that my presence immediately turned you off?” you ask bluntly.

“That's not the case and you know it.”

“I'm not sure I know anything anymore,” you admit. “You...said my name. How is that supposed to make me feel?”

“You were never meant to hear that,” Mr. Choi hides his face behind his hands, the redness refusing to leave his complexion.

“But I did. So, what now?”

“Please, don't quit. I realize that what I did is unforgivable but...the kids care about you so much, it would devastate them to lose you.”

“I wasn't even thinking of quitting. But...are the kids the only ones who care about me?” you need to know.

“No...As it so happens, I care about you.”

“So, stop hiding from me,” you don't know where that boldness comes from as you grab his wrists and remove his hands, so you can look at his face. Fuck, he's so pretty.

“You're not...grossed out by me?” Mr. Choi blinks at you in surprise.

“Kinda flattered, actually,” you confess. “But I'd like it much better if you let me take care of your frustrations.”

“You would?” he is unable to believe his luck when you drop on your knees in front of him and take him out of his pants again, engulfing his cock with your pretty mouth. “Y/N...”

The way he says your name is enough to make you even more enthusiastic, sucking him deeper and bobbing your head to the best of your abilities. He grips your hair tightly and you make sure not a drop is spilled as you swallow his cum down your throat. You wipe off your lips and sit down next to him, unsure of what to do next.

“Mr. Choi...”

“Call me Cheol, please.”

“Cheol...may I kiss you?”

Seungcheol doesn't respond and instead kisses you passionately, grabbing your face with his hands. His tongue is exploring your mouth in ways you'd never imagined could bring so much pleasure and you can't resist the urge to sit in his lap. Somehow, against all reason, he's hard again, as you grind against him. Fuck. He's so hot and sweet and amazing you just want to make him happy. How anyone could cheat on this fine man is beyond you.

“Um...not to assume or anything, but do you have a condom?” you ask sheepishly.

“I do, yes,” Seungcheol goes to his coat and brings a package.

“I mean, don't get me wrong, I love kids, but I think we should be responsible considering this is our first time together and you already have three of your own,” you're probably talking too much but oh well. Better safe than sorry.

“No, I understand. You're totally right.”

“Will you fuck me?” you inquire.

“Here? On the couch?” Seungcheol is in disbelief.

“Well...you were touching yourself here, but I guess it's whatever. Your home, after all.”

He chuckles, suddenly embarrassed again.

“Come on, let's go to my room.”

Seungcheol offers you his hand and you follow him upstairs excitedly. Is this really happening? Are you seriously going to do this with your boss?

He lifts your chin up because he notices you're not meeting his eyes out of nervousness.

“Look at me,” he commands you easily and you're on the verge of falling apart and he hasn't even undressed you yet. The power this man holds over you... “We don't have to do this if you're not ready.”

“It's not that. I do want this. It's just...I don't remember if I told you but I was also cheated on. A little before I came to work here. And like, I haven't been intimate for a while, so I'm nervous. What if I mess something up?”

“Okay, first of all, give me that asshole's address, I just wanna talk. And second of all...darling, I haven't been intimate since way before my divorce took place. Trust me, I'm a lot more nervous than you right now.”

You shake your head.

“Whatever you do, I'm sure I'll find it like super hot.”

Seungcheol laughs and tilts his head, kissing you again.

“You're so cute,” he whispers against your mouth. “I can't wait to ruin you.”

And just like that, it's as if a switch is flipped. He pushes you onto the bed and leans above you menacingly, a devilish smirk painting his pretty face. Seungcheol pushes your dress up hurriedly, touching you all over.

“You really thought you could get away with it, huh? Walking around my house in those dresses of yours looking so sexy? Tempting me?”

“N-no, s-sir,” you murmur, not knowing where the title is coming from.

“God, I'm such a cliché. An old man unable to resist the gorgeous young nanny...”

“You're not old, sir,” you try to reassure him. You're not sure if he's just engaging in dirty talk or is actually having some insecurities. He's still young in your eyes. Whatever the case, you're there for him.

“Don't lie to me, sweetheart. I'm too old for ya...I have three kids. What do you have, hm?” Seungcheol speaks while caressing your pussy through your panties.

“I have you, sir,” you smile and palm his dick teasingly.

He sighs wistfully and buries his head between your folds, licking and teasing until you're a soaking mess for him.

“S-sir, p-please...C-cheol, don't stop,” you cry out helplessly.

It feels so good, too good. He holds you down, hands gripping your thighs as you cum against his tongue. He barely gives you any time to recover as he rolls up a condom on his cock. You stare at him hungrily, impatient to have him inside of you.

Seungcheol is like the drug everyone warned you about. Once you have him, you won't be able to quit.

“Are you ready?” he asks softly in sharp contrast with his previous behaviour.

“Please take me, Cheol,” you would beg if you had to.

And take you he does, entering you deeply with his big cock.

“Fuck, you're so tight, barely fitting me in,” he speaks, stroking your clit in circular motions with his thumb, while he fucks you harshly.

“It's okay, I won't break, sir,” you try to convince him.

“What if I want you to break, little girl?” Seungcheol inquires, his voice half-joking, half-serious, as he.

“Then, I'd be happy to serve you, daddy,” the word slips from your lips before you could think twice about it.

“Daddy, huh? You need daddy to make you cum?” you are grateful he plays along instead of making fun of you in this very vulnerable moment.

“Yes, daddy, please, I'll do anything for you,” you promise in a daze.

“Cum for me, sweet girl, let daddy take care of you,” his deep voice is enough to bring you to the edge.

“Fuuuck, daddy...Cheol,” you mumble repeatedly, as white appears before your eyes.

You're shaking in his arms but it feels like flying.

“I've got you, angel, daddy's right here,” Seungcheol comforts you, as he rides out his own high, spilling inside the condom. Then, taking it off and throwing it in the garbage bin, he hurries back to you.

You make grabby hands at him and he envelops you in a hug.

“I'm here, sweetheart,” he kisses your forehead gently and you melt against his chest.

“Cheol...I think you just murdered me a little,” you laugh.

“Well, then, I better make sure I revive you, because I can't imagine my life without you.”

“Good. You ain't getting rid of me.”

“That sounds perfect because me and the kids would like you to stick around.”

“Oh God, the kids! What time are they coming back?”

“We've got time, don't worry, they should-”

“Daaaad, we're home!” you hear Dino's loud voice from downstairs.

“Fuck,” Cheol curses under his breath and the two of you hurry to make yourselves look somewhat presentable.

Once dressed and back in the living room, you can only hope that you're not too obvious about what went down. However, you can't stop yourself from glancing at Seungcheol and he's just as flustered as you.

“Oh, hi, Y/N,” Dino greets you as if it's completely normal for you to be there. As if you belong.

“How was your time with your grandparents?” you ask, trying to act casual.

“We had so much ice cream!” Elsie squeals excitedly.

“Grandma and Grandpa took us to the park,” Chaerry starts telling you about everything they did in great detail and you are glad that the shy girl you first met is becoming a confident young woman.

Elsie is asking for more ice cream but Seungcheol is explaining that it's lunch time. Dino is painting the table with mustard and honestly, that's so on brand for him...

It is funny where desperation brought you. You realize this is the happiest you've been in a while.

Later, when Seungcheol catches you alone after spending the afternoon with the kids, he asks:

“I know we kinda messed up the proper order of things, but...would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Oh! I'd love that, Cheol. Is it okay to still call you that?”

“Yeah, it's alright.”

“What about in front of the kids? I'm not sure to what point you'd like to mix professional with...personal life.”

“In front of the kids is okay, too,” he laughs, scratching the back of his head. “Actually, do you know what Elsie keeps asking me?”

“What?”

“When will you make Y/N my new mommy?”

“Yeah, that definitely sounds like something Elsie would say.”

“So, um, no pressure. But I think you're more than the nanny to me.”

“Well, I would certainly hope so. I didn't raise you, mister!”

Seungcheol can't miss the opportunity for a joke. He takes hold of your hand and places it on top of his...very hard dick.

“You raised him, though,” he whispers.

“Mr. Choi!” you hiss, scandalized. “I mean...Cheol.”

“Did you mean daddy?” Seungcheol teases you relentlessly.

“Stop it, you deviant!” you shake your head. “Fuck, you'll never let me live this down, will ya?”

“Do you kiss your boss with that mouth?” he smirks.

“Don't mind if I do,” you reply and bring your lips to his.

A year passes by quickly. You love every day of your life. Whether it'll be spending time with the kids, or going on fun dates with your boss turned boyfriend, or having mind-blowing sex with said specimen, you are truly happy with how things turned out for the best.

With one tiny thing missing.

“Cheol, can I ask you something?” you mumble one evening, as you are playing with his soft, fluffy hair.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Seungcheol turns towards you, giving you his fullest attention.

“Have you ever thought about having more kids?”

“Hmm, it hasn't crossed my mind. I already have three kids. But it depends. Is that something you're interested in?”

“Not till now. But if it's with you, I'd love to have a kid,” you confess shyly.

“Well, then, let's make you a mommy,” Seungcheol quickly makes it his mission and for the first time, doesn't use a condom.

“Yes, please, daddy, give me your cum,” you moan wantonly, as he fucks you deep.

“Take it like the good girl you are, I'll give you all I've got, fuck a baby in ya,” he grunts in your ear, sounding even more excited than you are.

“I love it, feel so full,” you whimper and can't stop kissing him. You can't believe this beautiful man is yours and wants to give you another present.

“That's right, sweetheart, I'll stuff you full of it,” he moans and releases himself inside you. Your walls clench around him, pulling him deeper, as you reach your high.

Seungcheol gently pushes the cum that's spilling out of your pussy back inside and lifts your legs up.

“Do you think it'll stick?” you ask doubtfully.

“Can't hurt to try again until it does,” he shrugs, determined to succeed.

Nine months later, as you welcome the twins into the family, you realize you've never expected to achieve so much happiness.

“You really had to outdo yourself and give me not one but two babies,” you playfully push Seungcheol's shoulder.

“Is it too late now to say sorry?” he grins nervously.

“Don't be. I'm more than satisfied. But you'll have to give me a raise!”

“I'll give you something better than that,” Seungcheol promises and pulls a diamond ring out of his pocket.

“Oh my God,” you are in shock.

“Y/N...you've given me more than I could ever hope to deserve. You started off as a nanny but you became my three kids' best friend and now, the mother of two more angels. You became my closest person, my source of joy, my sweetheart. Knowing that I can come home to you is the best thing that's ever happened to me. Will you do me the absolute honour of becoming my wife?”

“Yes, of course, yes!” you say through your tears and kiss him, as he slides the ring on your finger.

“Can I call you mommy now?” Elsie peeks her adorable head behind the door, followed by Dino and Chaerry, who are all excited by the good news.

“Congratulations, Y/N!” Chaerry greets you with a hug and whispers: “Thanks for taking one for the team and making our lonely old man. happy.”

“Hey, I heard that!” Seungcheol complains loudly.

Dino jumps on the back of his dad with a loud squeal.

“You better treat her right, Dad!” the boy warns. “Or I'll ketchup your room!”

“Why do I feel like I'm the one being welcomed into the family?” Seungcheol bemoans his fate but he's never smiled wider.

“You'll get used to it,” you joke. “Come on, guys, meet your new brother and sister.”

“Hii, babies!” Elsie and Dino jump excitedly around the twins.

“Oh, they're so cute! Aren't they so cute, Dad?” Chaerry coos at the babies.

“They are, but it's too early for you to think about how cute babies are. Look at me...I already have five. Isn't it tragic?” Seungcheol keeps messing around.

“It could have been twelve or something,” you play along.

“I can't imagine,” Seungcheol cries out indignantly. But deep down, maybe he can.

The End

[kedreeva]

Today in measuring your peahen, Bug is casually 2 foot, 3 inches tall (she can stretch a little taller when she REALLY wants a treat). This is just tall enough to see over a tray table and pull things off of nightstands and end cabinets.

Bug is also a little over 3 feet long from tail tip to beak tip. Most of Bug is made up of tail and neck. There is a 6lb dead weight in the middle somewhere that she knows how to directly place onto the ball of one foot while standing on you.

Bug's wingspan is around 3.5 feet, thought I didn't get a measurement. It will be over 4 feet as an adult.

Bug is growing in her spurs. As a Spalding (hybrid) hen, Bug will likely have one inch bone knives conveniently attached to her tarsometatarsus. This is technically fused foot bones, not a leg bone. Curiously, pure Pavo cristatus hens have spurs, and pure Pavo muticus hens have spurs, but many domestic Pavo cristatus and low-percent Spalding hens lack them. This is one of the indications of domestication in the cristatus species. As I prefer the wild type, I prefer my hens spurred, so this is a good sign!

Bug's toes measure a smidge over 5 inches from the tip of her rear-facing to to the tip of her longest front facing toe. Try measuring that on your hand.

Bug's nails measure 1/2-3/4 an inch long, depending on the toe. That's almost as long as one finger section for most people.

When I had snakes, I got asked all the time if I was afraid of them biting me. The answer is no. I have been bitten by a 6 foot long, 20lb boa constrictor, and have no scars to prove it. Meanwhile I have so many scars from peafowl sitting on me, particularly on my forearms, that I have had to reassure people I am not a danger to myself.

I post these photos as a reference, but also as a precaution. This is a BABY peafowl, and a female at that. She is only 6 months old and weighs a little over 6lbs, which means she's about 2/3 of the way grown, and adult hens are typically 3/4 the size of an adult male. These are BIG birds that can do a LOT of damage, even accidentally. When they become aggressive, as in the case of hand-raised males or poorly bred birds, they become a potentially fatal threat to any other fowl you have. Unlike chickens, they are more than capable of (and prone to!) jumping to human face level before they flog (kick with their feet in a way that allows their spurs to hit home), which means they could easily take out an eye or cause other serious facial injury if they get a lucky strike. I have seen more than a few people end up with stitches, and more than a few birds end up euthanized because people think they are gonna be cute cuddly friends.

I know that Bug is a cute bird, but I also want to stress that a) she has an outstanding personality as a result of breeding choices and socialization b) she hasn't hit maturity, and won't do so for another 2+ years, so her personality could change considerably still and c) I have been raising peafowl one way or another for my entire adult life, which has been structured around keeping them. I love my birds, and I would love for more people to keep peafowl as they are great animals, but they are not casual animals. They are large and potentially dangerous farm fowl that take a lot of space, care, and knowledge to keep.

[megamindsecretlair]

Dance in the Dark

Pairing: Ghostface!Terry Richmond x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Cursing, Dom!Terry, mean Terry, SMUT, PWP, PIV, oral (male receiving), fingering (female receiving), knife kink, hair pulling, praise kink, degradation kink, breeding kink if you squint, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some.

Summary: One drunken night, you giggle with your friends as you dared each other to sign up for a fetish dating website that matched your kinks with others. The site took its reputation seriously so you knew that the man on the other side of the screen was real. And he really was that gorgeous. Terry acknowledges that it's time to meet and he makes sure this Halloween is unforgettable.

Word Count: 6,350k

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A/N: WHEW. I'll see myself out on this one. Chilleeee. I need to hose myself down. Enjoy and Happy Halloween, my loves. Taking a much needed break after this one! Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

📥 New Message

You continued to swing back and forth on your gamer chair, grabbing your phone and immediately swiping on the message. 

TJ: I look forward to tonight.

You shrieked and bit your nail, pulling your legs in towards you as far as they would go. When that grew uncomfortable, you lifted your sock-clad feet to the edge. It dug into your arch but your mind was only focused on one Mr. Terry Richmond. 

It shouldn’t have thrilled you so much to receive a message from him. It had started out as a simple dare with your friends, each of you making a profile on a fetish connection website and laughing at all the desperate men. 

You never expected to actually run across someone who looked like him. You thought he was fake or a bot. You thought AI had crept its way into the dating scene, preying on unsuspecting lonely people. The checkmark next to his name let you know that he was, in fact, very much real.

The website took its privacy and its reputation very seriously, vetting all members that signed up. You included. Anyone could message first, the app offering potential matches based on answers to the questionnaire on start up. 

You and your friends had giggled, deliriously drunk while you answered the questions. Some you kept to yourself. Not because you were embarrassed, but because you were kind of taking it seriously. You wanted to see what was out there for someone like you, someone who desperately wanted to hand over control to someone capable of leading. 

You: Me too.

TJ: Did the box arrive?

You sucked in a rush of air since you forgot to breathe. Over the course of the past few weeks, you shared many messages with Terry. Told each other everything really. You always managed to skirt around talking about the obvious. That you were on a fetish dating website and looking for someone to take control. 

You discussed books you’ve read or music you listened to. No matter how silly your tastes, Terry wanted to hear it all. You always felt heard with him. Understood by him. And it made your crush sink further in your chest and take root. Blossom into a full on obsession with his pictures.

He was a private man, evident by his profile that you visited at least ten times a day. Eleven if you had enough time to stroke yourself to his pictures. He didn’t have many, but he had a few of him in the gym and of him hiking. He had one thirst trap picture of him in a berry shirt, staring at the camera with crushing intensity. 

As you grew more serious, Terry began to switch up the conversations. Naturally sliding in his dominant nature by telling you to do things. He did it so subtly, so minutely, that you hadn’t known what was going on until he was ordering you not to touch yourself anymore and you actually obeyed. All from texts.

You stared at his latest message, panties growing damp from how excited he made you. The past week, he decided that it was time to meet in person. You were obviously nervous, but every time you thought of it, your thighs tingled and your pussy throbbed. 

You: I got everything.

TJ: Good. I want you to relax tonight.

You giggled breathlessly in the comfort of your room, chewing on your nail. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be your life. It would be hard to relax knowing that Terry could slip in at any time. Show off those mysterious Marine skills he talked about on his profile. 

You: You really don’t find this weird? 

TJ: What’s weird about it? It’s healthy. 

TJ: Besides, I’ve been fighting an erection all week thinking about tonight. 

“God,” you moaned out loud. 

It turned you on even more that he was so open with his desire for you. You were used to weak men constantly trying to play it cool. Play it smart. Act as if they were doing you a favor by being with you. You always knew that a real man wouldn’t pretend. He’d be real. And Terry was real. 

You: It’s been so hard not touching myself. 😣

TJ: You didn’t, did you?

You: Noooo 😇

TJ: Am I sensing a brat? A little late in the game to introduce curveballs.

You giggled at your phone, nearly kicking your feet. You were obsessed. You had a job where you couldn’t even try to sneak and be on your phone. Rules were important and you always felt like you had a neon sign professing your guilt whenever you broke a single one. But you were always itching to look at your phone. To see if there was a new message from him or a new command.

Once, he made you stop what you were doing and go to the nearest bathroom to edge yourself. You’d never done anything like that before and you had been so nervous, but fuck, you had been close to cumming. It was impossible to stop yourself but somehow you did.

Another time, he wanted you to take your sexiest picture. You had been fussing and fawning over the correct one, loving them all but you weren’t sure which one would appeal to him. Then it dawned on you. It was about what appealed to you. 

After that, you took a teasing photo showing just enough but hiding a lot more. You wore a black bra and panty set and sat on your haunches, letting your thick thighs widen. You tilted your head and gave him a shy smile. The minute the picture went off, you knew it was a good one.

You sent it to him and he sent you a picture back five minutes later showing a puddle of cum on his office desk. This man drove you wild, stimulated your brain in the best possible way. You hadn’t ever known a man to seduce your mind the way he seduced all your other senses.

He sent a few voice notes, enough to understand the cadence of his speech while he issued out small orders. It wasn’t always sexual. Sometimes he wanted you to go to bed early, grab you some tea, or run you a hot bath because you had a body ache earlier. 

You: Moi? A brat. I know not what you mean. 

An alarm went off on your phone letting you know that it was past time to start getting ready. The first part of Terry's carefully thought out night was that you took a bath, paid attention to your body, relaxed with a glass of wine and unwound from the day. 

Hell, that sounded relaxing just on general principle. You took your phone with you into the bathroom, turning on the light and getting the bath started. You added your favorite scent, pouring a healthy dollop of bath soap into the steaming water. 

You hummed as you moved around the space, gathering a plush cream towel big enough to fit around your body. Comfort items had to be one of your platonic love languages. You loved soft things. From blanket hoodies, to bath towels, to throw blankets.

You lit a candle as the water ran, white bubbles foaming on the surface of the water. You went to the kitchen and poured your favorite glass of wine, swirling the liquid in your wine glass. You sniffed the glass and took in the subtle notes and highlights. 

You hooked up your phone to your bathroom speaker on your way back to the bathroom, turning on some grown and sexy music. Terry wanted you to relax, then you were going to relax. 

You told him you were hopping in the bath and he responded quickly. 

TJ: Take your time, beautiful. 

Your heart fluttered and you sighed, wondering how the hell you got so lucky. Truly, what kind, divine act did you commit to land someone like Terry? You had to pinch yourself as you took off your clothes.

Your silk short shorts and tank top slid down your body, tingling in some areas from how hyper aware you were. You sat on a hand towel on the edge of the tub and ran your fingers through the water. Just a few more minutes before it was perfect. 

You grabbed the last candle you used, the smell of spearmint eucalyptus filling the space even if it wasn’t lit. You used an electric lighter to light it. The soft glow played across your hands and you took a deep breath.

Tonight already did wonders for your frayed nerves. Taking the time to soak everything in helped you relax in a way only journaling could accomplish. You needed more nights like these, nights that were just for you. 

You tucked your hair into a bonnet and then sunk into the bath, moaning at the hot water touching your cool skin. The water sloshed as you carefully sat down, leaning your back against the back of your tub and moaning once more.

This felt entirely too good. “Falsetto” by the Dream played and you sank further into the water, lighting washing yourself at first. You started with a face mask, smattering the cream on your face. You let that sit while you washed the rest of your body.

With every area that you washed, you wondered which areas Terry would pay attention to. Was he an ass man? Titties man? Thighs man? You had your impressions but you didn’t want to get too caught up in the fantasy. If tonight went well, you hoped to turn this into a full time thing if he was game. 

You didn’t have to date on top of it, but god, you wouldn’t say no either. Wouldn’t say no to living life the way you needed to. Being at the mercy of someone who knew what to do with it. How to handle you. How to take all of your stress and worries and let you know what peace felt like. You wanted to do the same for him.

You wanted to be the one he sought out when he had a bad day. Or when he just needed some stress relief. When the world got too loud and unfair and the only thing he could control was whether or not you came. 

You wanted that push and pull and you wanted it desperately with Terry. You only hoped he was game as well. He said he wasn’t talking to others on the app and you wanted to believe him. You also wouldn’t blame him if he were lying. You only needed him to be safe and careful.

He sent over his latest test results showing that he was clean. He told you from the onset that he hated condoms. He enjoyed the feeling of pussy wrapped around his dick. You were on the pill and showed him your results as well. Somehow, he even made getting tested sexy.

After your bath, you took time shaving the important bits. You rubbed your favorite lotion and perfume together and then rubbed it into your skin. Your skin prickled. When would he do it? 

When you were in bed? When you were in the kitchen? When you were on your way out of the bathroom? You looked towards your bathroom door. It was slightly ajar, your dark hallway beyond. 

He could be there now, watching you just beyond the shadows. It should scare you. Yet it only made your skin flush with heat. Your breathing turned choppy and you forced yourself to return to that sense of calm you had before. 

You finished lotioning up and brushed your teeth, adding on a mint just in case. You blew out the candle and then pulled on your robe, returning to your darkened room. The blackout curtains worked well. The darkened room felt more intimate than normal. 

Terry’s preferred outfit lay across your freshly laundered comforter and sheets. You hoped after tonight, that it would be good and filthy again. You slipped on the lingerie Terry shipped to you, taking your time to pull on the purple metallic bra with fleur-de-lis decorations in black and turquoise blue. The matching panties and skirt set glided smoothly across your dewy skin.

The skirt connected to thigh high stockings and you hurriedly pulled those on as well. You leaned down to pull on high heels, strapping it around your ankle. You’d never felt sexier. There was something deeply erotic about wearing an outfit someone else picked for you.

You took off your bonnet and shook out your hair, arranging it just how you liked. You walked over to your closet, opening the door to look in the long mirror. You turned from side to side, appreciating how well it fit. How sexy it looked on you. 

The heels felt like stepping on clouds and you walked around your room, getting used to the feel of it. Hell, you’d fuck you in a heartbeat. You hoped Terry liked it. Speaking of…

You went over to your dresser, cleaning up some of the mess you made while getting ready for work. You grabbed your phone, charging, and switched the song to Under by Pleasure P.  

You opened the new message by Terry, tingling pinpricks shooting up your inner thighs.

TJ: See you soon, beautiful. 

The message was sent when you began your bath so you had no idea if he was just now leaving or if he was already there. Not knowing had you clenching your thighs. You had to calm down. Had to return to a relaxed state. 

Final steps. You dimmed the lights in your bedroom, setting it to where you could barely see. You transferred the music from your bathroom to your bedroom’s speakers. Then you grabbed your wine and took a few more sips until you emptied your glass. You pouted at the missing liquid and then sighed.

You turned around, trudging to the kitchen to the nasty croon of Pleasure P. singing. You hummed as you opened your fridge, bringing out your wine and pouring another healthy glass. 

You stopped pouring and lifted your head, an awareness of being watched creeping into your senses. You slowly turned around but there was no one in the kitchen. You fought the urge to turn on the overhead lights, letting the backlighting guide most of your way. 

There was no one behind you, yet you couldn’t fight the urge that he was there. That he was near. “Terry?” You called out. Your house never seemed so empty before. You stepped forward, your heels clicking on the tile.

Your phone buzzed in your hand and you jumped with a shriek, laughing as you saw Terry’s phone number flash across your screen. You swiped it to answer it and brought it to your ear.

“Don’t you know you’re not supposed to call out who’s there?” He asked.

“Terry?” You asked, breathlessly, looking for any sign of movement. There was nothing in the pitch black night outside your house and not a peep from the one level house. 

Terry’s deep chuckle made you shiver and bite your lip. This man was too sexy for words. Too fucking sinful. He was the total and complete package, driving you crazy with a few well placed words. 

“Are you scared?” Terry asked, dropping his voice to a low, purring tease. 

“N-No,” you said. You abandoned your wine and then went snooping around your own home, staring at closet doors warily. How did he get in? If he got into your place without a disturbance in the air, you hated to be an enemy of his. Hated to see what he was capable of when he was focused on a mission. 

Terry chuckled. “Don’t lie to me,” he said.

“A little. I’m a little scared,” you admitted. 

“That’s better. I’d be worried if you weren’t. You smell good by the way,” he said. 

Your gasp was a mix of a whine and a moan. Where was he? Where would he pop out? You walked towards the back of the house, towards your room and your bathroom. You checked behind the doors and everything. 

“You’re playing with me,” you said, with a breathless giggle. 

“A little. Remember our safe word?” He asked.

You nodded and licked your lips but then it dawned on you that he couldn’t truly see you. “Yes. It’s Halloween,” you said. 

“Good girl,” he purred.

You whimpered, pussy fluttering. Your essence pooled in your panties. There was no way that you could play it cool tonight. No way to remain cool, aloof, and alluring. You were down bad for Terry Richmond. Down atrocious. There was nothing that you could deny him. Nothing he couldn’t ask for that you wouldn’t try to provide. 

“Want to play a game? I have a few questions,” he said. 

“What kind of questions?” You asked. You searched high and low but you couldn’t determine where he was. If he was in the house or if he was right outside. You were not dressed for outside so you didn’t even attempt it.

Instead, you went around to check the locks on your doors. All still locked. Nothing amiss. You pulled back the white curtain on your back door window and peered out into the foggy evening. Nothing moved. Not a single leaf or blade of grass. 

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” He asked, a dark rumble in his voice that made you bite your lip once more. This was why you could never seriously wear lipstick or lipgloss. Maybe for about ten minutes before you were biting or nibbling or picking at your lips. 

You giggled. “Really?” You asked.

“Don’t want to play with me?” He asked.

You sighed and relaxed a fraction. He couldn’t be in the house yet. He was only toying with you and you were letting him get to you. He told you to relax and that was what you were going to do.

“The Frighteners,” you answered. 

Terry chuckled. “That doesn’t count.”

“Sure it does. It’s classified as horror and it sure freaked me the hell out,” you said.

“Do you get scared easily?” He asked.

“Depends. I can watch movies but being scared in real life sucks,” you said. Which only made this whole exchange all the more surreal. But you were already a dripping mess. Forget prep time. Terry would have no issues just sliding right inside you. 

“Can you guess which room I’m in right now?” Terry asked.

You gasped, turning around. Didn’t you just check all of the doors? You stepped back into your kitchen. You could hear your gasping breaths, heart thumping against your rib cage. “You’re playing with me again,” you said.

“Am I? You’re cold by the way,” he said. 

You released your breath in slow increments, stepping forward through your kitchen with blue cabinets making the kitchen darker. You peered around the corner, looking towards the living room. You took a step forward and Terry tsked at you.

“Freezing,” he said.

You giggled nervously, turning around to your hallway. Your steps turned from clacking to pattering on the runner as you walked down the hallway. “Getting warmer. Warmer,” Terry teased as you walked closer to your bedroom. 

Your heart was in your throat, beating a thumping rhythm against your neck as you traveled closer to your room. Why had you turned the lights so low? You inched closer, wanting to get close but not wanting to be blindsided by Terry jumping out. 

“Burning up,” Terry said as you passed the linen closet. You stopped and reached out a hand, turning the handle slowly and then opening the door. You flinched, prepared for Terry to jump out. 

“Found you,” Terry said. 

You giggled, relief flooding through you now that you knew he wasn’t on the other side. You closed the door and then walked to your bedroom just fine, putting your hand on your hips. “You’re not really here. Because if you were, you’d be able to tell me what I’m doing right now,” you said.

You made an L on your forehead and twisted around in your room. “What am I doing?” You called out. “What am I doing?” 

You giggled and lowered your hand, turning around just as a shadow passed in front of your door. You squealed and tripped over your heels trying to backtrack away. Escape, escape! Your mind flashed warning bells in your mind.

A man stood in front of you wearing black cargo pants, black boots, and a black tank top. Tattoos caught in the low light of your bedroom window and your pussy clenched looking at his powerful arms. The Ghostface mask seemed to float in the air but you knew just beneath that was Terry’s fine face. 

“Boo,” he said. 

Your mouth turned dry at being scared but heat flooded through your system taking in every delicious inch of him. He was incredibly tall and he had to duck to cross into your room. 

You backed away even as your mind screamed for you to move forward. Terry raised a knife in his hand, the metal glinting. It was a standard chef’s knife and you whimpered looking at it.

This was the dumbest thing you’d ever done. The wildest, stupidest, most asinine thing ever. But it was also a wish that came true. You were already a puddle, a mix of adrenaline and arousal confusing your senses in the worst way. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream from frustration or fear. 

Terry tilted his head, making the mask go sideways. He stepped closer to you and brought his hand up to caress your chin. He pulled you closer to his mask and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. Couldn’t look away at the ghostly visage as he took a deep breath.

“You smell good enough to eat,” he said. 

You sighed and finally blinked. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” you said.

“Safe word?” He asked.

“Halloween,” you said.

Terry nodded and then walked around in a circle, perusing your body as if you were on display. He hand followed behind him, reaching out to run his rough, callused fingers across your bare belly. “Gorgeous,” he said. 

Fuck, you were ready to burst right out of your skin. This entire week had been nothing but foreplay to you. He gave instructions and a list of things to obtain for him, things he wanted you to choose so that you knew exactly what was coming. 

“What are you going to do now?” You asked. You felt like he could hear your audible gulp. Swallowing around the thick cord of lust zapping through your body and making it hard to breathe properly. You were on the edge, itchy with the need to cum, but knowing that it would only happen when he decided. 

“Where’s the rope?” He asked. You felt behind you on the dresser for the silk rope he asked you to pick out. Something soft and easily adjustable so that you could escape at any moment. If this continued, you’d work your way up to more hardcore stuff. Hand over more and more of yourself. 

Your fingers clasped clumsily around the rope and held it up. Terry leaned to one side and tilted his head once more, playing with the edge of the knife. “Put it on,” he commanded. 

You licked your lips and slipped the silk rope around your wrists and tightened it. Terry crooked his finger and you walked forward immediately. No use pretending that this wasn’t exactly what you craved. 

Terry had set a neat trap in his messages and voice notes to you. The late night calls where his sinful voice rocked you to sleep. He made it easy to surrender. To give in. To cast off all of the doubt and anxiousness. Now you just wanted to feel. To listen. To shut your brain off for half a second and enjoy yourself. 

Terry tugged you forward by the silk rope, testing the limit and resistance on it. You almost hated that you couldn’t see his pretty face. But you’d cum so many times to his pictures that you had it committed to memory. 

Terry pulled you forward with the rope, pulling you over to your bed and pushed you down. You bounced with a gasp, your titties bouncing with the movement. Terry stepped into your personal space, leaning down and pressing the cold metal of the knife against your throat. You moaned, feeling the knife slide across your skin. He barely grazed you but it was the dark promise of it that turned you on.

That you were a hair’s breadth away from mortal danger. That at any moment, he could press deeper and draw blood. You whimpered as your body overheated. You burned from the inside out, sweat breaking out in patches all over your body. 

“Terry,” you moaned.

Terry moved the knife down to trail over the swells of your breasts. Your chest rose and fell in choppy waves, getting too excited before he had a chance to do anything. He slipped the knife beneath your bra and you moaned, arching your chest into the knife.

“You’re too trusting,” he said. He palmed your breasts roughly, finding your nipples through the fabric of your bra and squeezing painfully. You cried out, trying to close your legs but he had encroached upon your space without you realizing. You had been too busy focusing on the knife and his mask. 

He tossed the knife onto the bed and gripped your thighs, spreading you open and yanking you to the edge of the bed. The music still playing in the background only added to the scene, getting you further into the mood. 

I know you like it nasty.

Nasty by Joshua Williams began to play, juices slipping between your legs and soaking your panties. 

Terry pushed the seat of your panties to the side, trailing his fingers through your wet folds. “Oh, fuck,” you whispered, whimpering as your hands flew to his to stall his movements. He ignored you, smacking your hands away. 

“Push them titties up and keep your hands there,” he said.

You grabbed your titties and pushed them together. Terry groaned, leaning forward. His thick fingers played you like a fiddle, gathering up your slick. He shoved two fingers inside and you cried out, body arching. Your hands slipped from holding your titties.

“Put your hand back. Don’t make me tell you again,” he growled. 

You whimpered and replaced your hands on your chest. You turned pleading, doe eyes towards him. Terry leaned down and rubbed the mask against your cheek. You shivered from the unexpected coolness of it. It did little to dampen the heat in your veins. The fire in your lower belly. 

“Nice and fuckin’ wet. All of this for me?” Terry asked. 

You nodded. “Yes, yes,” you said. His fingers worked liquid magic on your pussy, making you soak his fingers with how long and deep his fingers went. You opened your mouth, arching your back and grinding on his fingers. He stroked until you were shaking and moaning on his fingers.

“Gonna stretch the fuck outta this pretty pussy,” he promised. He withdrew his fingers and then shoved his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. Taste how wet he made you. Taste how turned on you were under his control. 

He ripped at your panties and you gasped at the shredding sound, knees trying to close around his massive frame. His narrow hips kept you spread open. He moaned, getting his first look at your pussy. “Look at that shit. My needy little slut,” he groaned. 

Your pussy clenched as he unzipped his pants, jerking it down his hips and revealing his long, thick dick. Your eyes widened taking in the size and girth of him. His balls were big and heavy, drooping and tapping against his strong thighs. 

He slapped his dick against your pussy, competing with the music. You moaned with each wet smack, hearing how turned on you were. Your taste was still on your tongue, in your nose, and you closed your eyes to all of the sensations. 

Terry pushed you onto your back and slapped his dick against your pussy once more, your juices jumping from the action. Your teeth chattered, unbridled desire coursing through you and driving your pleasure higher and higher.

It’d been too long since you came. Too long since you felt that rush of relief and you were ready to leap from your skin. 

Terry grabbed the knife and slipped it beneath your bra. He cut it loose and you cried out, your titties free and spilling out from either side of the cups. Terry groaned, pushing his hips in before catching himself.

He palmed himself with his other hand and guided himself inside, placing the knife against your skin but keeping his fingers there as a barrier so that it wasn’t directly on you. Just held above your skin as a silent threat. 

He was so big, you cried out, holding up your hands. Terry ignored you, pushing in deeper and retreated to give you a tiny breather. He grunted and tried again, getting deeper this time.

“Too big,” you moaned, your eyes turning watery at the slow burn working its way through your midsection. 

“I’ll make it fit, don’t worry,” he cooed. He dived back in, giving you shallow strokes. It became easier to take him with every downward stroke, and your thighs clenched around his hips. 

He used his left hand to slide down your thigh, up your calf, and pull your foot to his face. He rubbed the mask against your foot, lifting your leg higher to sit against his chest. It opened you up further to him, allowing him to nearly reach the base inside you. He was close to bottoming out.

You were crying, whimpering, shivering on his dick as it throbbed the more it slid in and out of you. Terry’s moans rivaled yours. He threw his head back and sank in deeper. 

“Oh, fuck, god, damn, fuck, shit,” you whimpered, out of breath and half delirious. The stretch was perfect. Stuffing you completely full of dick. 

“That’s a good pussy. Taking what I’m giving you. Feel me in this pussy?” He asked. 

“Yes, yes, I feel you,” you cried, tears gathering in your eyes once more. You were driven out of your mind. Body weightless, limitless, stretching your awareness beyond what you could sense. It was metaphysical. Like your soul found his and stitched you together the more he stroked deep inside.

Terry moved the knife up to your cheek. He pushed your face to the side, exposing your neck. He trailed the knife close to your neck. You clenched around him and he moaned, picking up the pace and ramming inside of you.

He fucked you like you had him fucked up. Like he missed you. Like you intentionally kept yourself away from him and he was back to stake his claim. To draw a line in the dirt and dare you to disobey. 

“Oh, shit. Ouee, shit. Ouee, shit, fuck you feel so good,” you moaned. 

“You look so pretty taking dick. Getting my dick fuckin’ creamy. Can’t stop staring at how much every time I pull out,” he said.

You lifted your hands, intending to push him away. You were close to another orgasm and it was coming too fast. Too fast for you to brace for. 

“Move that hand or I will,” he huffed, harsh moans and panting making you sick with desire. Your pussy squelched from the pressure of him entering you. 

You moved your hands, holding it above your head. “Ouee, fuck. That dick feels too good,” you whimpered. 

“That’s all yours,” he said. 

You tensed up, careening head first into the orgasm and crying out, screaming to the ceiling from the intensity. You flopped around on his dick like a fish out of water and Terry continued to fuck you through it, moving the knife when necessary when it appeard you’d get too close.

Terry withdrew and tossed the knife back on the bed. He gripped your hips and flipped you over, re-entering you and you screamed. He matched you with a moan. “Fuck. So fuckin’ good. So fuckin’ wet. Fuckin’ me getting you this wet?” Terry asked.

You nodded and stretched your hands above you. You arched your back, giving him full access to your ass. His large hand came down to smack your ass, causing it to sting with pain. You hissed, not expecting the bite of pain. You flooded his dick once more, fresh juices leaking out of you.

“Oh fuck! Terry! Please, no more,” you cried out. You didn’t have another one. 

Terry leaned down, pressing his lips close to your ear. “Aww, you think I care. Come on pretty girl, move that ass. Come get yours,” he said. 

You shook your head. You didn’t have enough to hold yourself up with. Each thrust sent you into the bed, fucking you into the matress with unrelenting speed. Your body flushed with heat, great licks of fire. Still, you managed to throw it back on him. Matching his thrusts.

“That’s it. Soak this dick, pretty. Bouncing pretty on this fuckin’ dick. Unf, fuck. Takin’ me very well. You takin’ what I’m giving you?” Terry moaned. 

How did he expect you to answer him at the moment? Your mind was gone, down into another plane of existence. He gripped your ass cheeks and spread them. He lifted his right hand and then quickly pressed his wet digit against your asshole, pressing in. You fell forward and he followed you down. He continued to stroke, sliding in and out of you, punishing you with his dick whether you could keep up or not. 

The pressure was new, weird, but oh so fucking good when he pressed in deeper. You felt full. Stuffed completely. 

“Give me another one,” he commanded.

“Can’t,” you gasped, your face smooshed into the comforter. 

 Terry gripped your hair with his free hand and yanked, bending you at a weird angle. He didn’t care. “I’m gonna paint this fuckin’ pussy with this nut. But you’re going to give me another one first,” he said, voice low and scraping against your eardrums in the most pleasurable way.

He wiggled his finger in your ass and you moaned, tensed up, and screamed with your orgasm. Your eyes burned as you screamed, loudly, shaking uncontrollably on his dick. “There it is. Fuck you think you are making me wait?” He asked and yanked on your hair to the point of pain.

“Sorrrryyyyyy,” you moaned as you came and came. He fucked you through it, chasing his own pleasure in your body. Burying his dick to the hilt and unloading with a deep, powerful growl erupting from his thick chest. 

His cum shot inside you like it was a race to get you pregnant then and there. Your brain turned fuzzy, eyes turning black in the corners and he came and came with seemingly no end in sight. 

“That’y my good fuckin’ slut,” Terry growled low in your ear. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered. 

Terry pumped his hips a few more times before withdrawing from your body. He stepped back to admire his handiwork. Your pussy clenched as you pushed his cum out. He encouraged you, telling you to try to work every drop out. 

He flipped you back onto your back. He grabbed you by the silk rope still tied around your hands and pulled you to your feet with one bicep curl. You moaned. Fuck. You’d go another round if you were able. You needed him back inside. Your pussy was unbearably achy, twitchy, needy. 

You whimpered and cried as he pushed you to your knees. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. 

You opened, staring up at him. He dug his fingers into your hair, pulling you forward. He tapped his dick against your lips, painting it with a mix of his cum and your essence. He shoved his dick inside and moaned, throwing his head back while you sucked him off. 

You braced your fingers around his long legs, dusted with hair. You held on as he face fucked you, feeding you his dick. 

“Get it nice and clean,” he cooed, at complete odds with the way he shoved past your resistance. You moaned, turning watery eyes to him. His mask was frozen in fake sympathy. He tilted his head at you, thrusting along with fucking your mouth.

“Perfect. You’re perfect,” he moaned. You reached out and touched his balls. His hips jerked forward and you gagged, body rejecting him. “Fuuuck.” His moan tugged at your throbbing clit.

Saliva dribbled down the sides of your mouth, onto your chin, and dripped onto your titties still bouncing in the bra he cut through. You felt his cum leak out of your pussy, likely falling onto the floor. 

“Pretty fuckin’ mess too. I’m finna bust. Swallow it,” he said. 

You nodded on his dick. He thrust a handful more times before he burst in your mouth, stuffing more cum into your body. You swallowed it all, letting the sticky substance slide hungrily down your throat. 

His hips stroked absently, like he couldn’t make himself stop even if he wanted to. He slowed down, pulling his dick past your lips slowly. You let him go with a wet pop. Terry cleaned the corners of your mouth with his fingers.

He dropped into a squat, as much as his pants would allow. He took off the mask letting you get a glimpse of that beautiful, sexy face of his. His eyes were narrowed, intense, focused as he smirked at you. He had permanent bedroom eyes. As if he were just waking up or just falling asleep. No in-between. 

He smirked at you. “Ready for round two?”  

The end.

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[sttoru]

A WELCOMED INTERRUPTION !

ෆ sypnosis. shiu kong catches toji and you in the living room. toji decides to invite shiu into the fun and he agrees after some deep thinking.

ෆ note. this is a part two to this post ! make sure to read that one first. &&i’m happy u all enjoyed the first part ehhh.. i tried my best w this one too, enjoy. also not entirely proof read so excuse the possible mistakes. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !

ෆ tags. dom!toji (+shiu) x female reader. three some, blowjob, breast play, objectification, degradation, name calling (whore, slut), cum play, free use, dacryphilia, creampies, male masturbation, voyeurism-ish, multiple orgasms, spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation, doggy style, breeding mention. toji’s mean, shiu a bit less.

“fine, but we have ten minutes.”

shiu kong crosses the room in a couple strides, hands skilfully removing piece after piece of his clothing until he was left in nothing. you couldn’t quite figure out the unreadable expression on shiu’s face once he came close enough to toji and you on the leather couch.

it was impossible to do so through your tears. plus, due to the man on top of your body guiding your head back to look him in the eyes.

“just because he’s joining doesn’t mean y’re allowed to take those eyes off of me.” if toji wasn’t just a fling, you could’ve sworn that those words were said out of jealousy or possessiveness. even if he was the one who suggested the threesome in the first place.

toji hisses and grunts as he pulls all the way out of you before slamming back in twice as hard. your screams of pleasure were like music to his ear. and not only to toji’s ears; shiu was having a hard time holding his usual calm self together every time he hears your sensual moans.

“shit..” shiu curses under his breath, his demeanour slowly falling apart because of the sight in front of him. but, also because he secretly desires to be the one getting those reactions out of your mouth, “she’s quite noisy, eh?”

toji laughs a bit; a mean (almost condescending) laugh, “yeah— maybe we can see which one of us can make her even noiser, whadd’ya think?”

“..or ya can just make her shut up by stuffing that mouth full. your choice.”

your hands were trembling as they try to hold onto any solid object you could spot out of your peripheral vision. your tears withheld you from seeing toji’s agent masturbating; shiu’s rough hand was swiftly gliding up and down on his cock—coating it with his own pre-cum. if it wasn’t for his desire to dump his cum in any of your holes, he’d have released it all over his own hand already.

“i think i’ll put that mouth of hers to use.” shiu had lost the internal battle of keeping himself together as he walked closer to you, standing near your head and gently tapping the tip of his cock on your plump lips, “you know, toji’s told me you’re good at sucking men off and i’ve always wanted to test that claim myself.”

your eyes slightly widen in response, unable to comprehend anything in this situation you got yourself in. neither toji nor shiu cared about that; they just cared about the pleasure you were going to be giving them.

“c’mon,” toji grins and pulls out of you completely, looking down at his throbbing cock which was covered in your fluids before flipping you around on your stomach, “y’re gonna be a good little slut and suck that man off, yeah?”

shiu takes notice of toji’s action and immediately gets into position like the two have done this many times before with other women. the agent takes a seat in front of you, legs spread to give you a nice view of what he was packing between them. shiu’s back was resting against the armrest as his eyes were scanning your face from up close, “what a pretty girl.”

your mouth was watering more than it did previously, drops of saliva running down your chin as you stared at shiu’s cock in front of you. a harsh slap to your ass makes you squeal lightly and your pussy clench onto nothingness.

“i said something, didn’t i?” toji clicks his tongue while he checks out your ass in his position behind you, “get to work.”

your hands found their way to shiu’s thighs and they slid up until they were wrapped around the base of his cock. an almost unnoticeable grunt left shiu’s lips once he felt that jolt of pleasure run through his body from your simple touch. he had waited so long for this.

“fuck— take me in your mouth.” the older man breathlessly orders. you swallow the built-up saliva in the back of your throat and stick your tongue out to lick the tip of shiu’s dick— testing the waters first. as expected, shiu was easy to please since the man was already moaning and breathing heavy when you hadn’t even started yet.

toji looks down at the two and sees how you tease shiu by using your tongue. shiu was trembling a little, biting his bottom lip while one of his hands was tangled in your hair. the agent was trying very hard not to reach his climax already. not when he hasn’t felt your mouth around his cock at least once.

a smirk forms on toji’s lips as he sees the desperation and lust written all over shiu’s face. toji knew that you were good at giving blow jobs; the little teasing you did beforehand—where you’d hold eye contact with him while licking his length in small intervals—added to the entire experience.

“seems like you haven’t had any action in a while, huh?” toji grins while pumping his cock at the sight of you finally starting to suck shiu off. his hand moved in slow strokes, the other placed on your ass, prepared to slap it if you were caught slacking off.

“shut up, toji— shit!” shiu gasps and throws his head back once your mouth engulfs the fat tip of his dick. the warmth and wetness around his throbbing cock was driving him mad, “if i wasn’t too busy cleaning after your mess, i’d have a woman in my bedroom every day of the week.”

you held eye contact with shiu as he makes small talk with toji whom you couldn’t even see. you start bobbing your head in repeated up and down motions, his cock going in and out of your warm mouth, leaving it completely covered with your saliva in no time.

“fuckkk— she’s good.” shiu groans while his hand tugged at your hair, pressing down on your head to hit the back of your throat—the tip of your nose just a centimetre away from his lower abdomen, “way better than expected.”

that gains a small proud chuckle from toji. the assassin was starting to move, lining up his still hard cock against your entrance, “told ya. she sucks cock like a real fuckin’ slut—always knows what to do.”

shiu fully believes those uttered words as he sees you desperately suck him off, hands playing with his balls and sometimes stroking the rest of his length which you couldn’t fit in your mouth. your tears and drool were dripping down between his legs.

a muffled moan vibrates against shiu’s dick the moment you felt toji bully his way into your cunt again. this causes shiu to thrust his hips forward, making you almost choke at the unexpected movement.

“mhh, that’s hot.” shiu breaths out while holding onto your hair with both hands now, ready to repeat his actions since it added to his own pleasure, “do it again, come on—yeahhh— good girl.”

as you choke and slobber all over shiu’s length, toji starts to roughly pump back and forth, hands on your hips to keep your lower body up to meet his— “your cunt is so fuckin’ tight compared to before—fuck— bet it’s ‘cause you’re a slut who enjoys getting both her holes filled at the same time.”

toji smacks your ass a couple of times as his cock penetrates your cunt to its deepest point, “maybe we can fill a third one soon, don’cha think?”

yes, he was implying what you were thinking; anal sex. the nasty thought made you whimper and squirm under toji while continuing to move shiu’s cock in and out of your wet mouth in rapid strokes. shiu reacts to this by bucking his hips up again and again, moaning and grunting loudly, as was toji.

shiu looked down at you through his half closed eyes, enjoying the way you look with your mouth stuffed full of his cock. especially because you were crying as well; it made you look pathetic and helpless yet so attractive.

“fuck— with the way you’re sucking me off, i’m going to cum soon,” shiu says between shallow breaths, seeing your body powerlessly shift back and forth due to toji’s intense thrusts, “mhm— better swallow it all, okay?”

you let out a long, strangled moan. it wasn’t clear whether it was due to toji pounding you or shiu asking you that lewd favour. either way, shiu bucked his hips up one last time, hands clenching around your hair to push your head down all the way to the base of his cock before spurting his hot cum right down your throat—the taste bitter on your tongue.

“swallow,” the older man in front of you reminds you with a hoarse voice, keeping his dick between your lips to make sure you do as told before gradually taking it out with a hiss.

shiu taps the tip on your mouth a little to get the last drops of semen on your lips for you to lick off. toji’s agent started to lazily stroke his dick again, trying to make it hard so he could fuck you as well.

“mhh, want to cum in your pussy. maybe even breed you, huh?” shiu murmurs. his words were solely meant to fuel his desires and get his cock hard again, yet the thought could easily be made a reality.

toji groans as he hears his agent’s dirty talk about breeding you. this causes him to reach out and grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back while he angled his hips in a way to hit your cervix repeatedly.

“fuck, i might even let him do that to ya—let him dump his load into your pussy along with mine.” toji grins, feeling like his cock was swelling even more with each deep thrust, “how ‘bout we try that out?”

shiu takes the chance to watch your tits again as they come into view. his body was relaxing against the armrest of the trembling couch, one hand reaching out to cup a breast and squeeze the hardened nipple.

“ah! yes, y-yes, wan’ both of your cum inside me, please.” you plead and your back arches from all the sensations the two men were granting you in this moment. toji groans loudly at your words, feeling even more turned on than ever and he makes that known.

“yeah? fuck— y’re such a desperate, greedy whore.” toji mocks and continues to pound into your overstimulated cunt. shiu was still squeezing your breasts and flicking your nipples, going from one to the other,

“just hold on, little girl— gonna stuff you full first.” toji adds and thrusts a couple more times before you sense that familiar feeling again; toji’s cum flooding your insides until it can’t help but leak onto your thighs.

with a deep sigh, toji pulls out again to watch the white liquid overflow from your filled hole. shiu, in the meantime, was still admiring your tits and now used both hands to play with them.

you were too fucked out to see the way the two men were silently exchanging glances. toji nodded downwards at his place behind you and shiu understood: the two were changing places.

shiu let your breasts go and stood up, toji following afterwards. the assassin and his agent slowly swapped positions and stroked their cocks at the sight of your spent body, quivering and silently sobbing from overstimulation.

“mind if i borrow her from now on, toji? just from time to time.” shiu asks with a deep hum, enjoying the sight of toji’s cum leaking out of your hole and the way it stained your skin as the sticky fluid left trails down your thighs.

toji snickers as he was getting his cock hard again by looking at your tits and head between his legs,

“nah, i don’t mind. as long as she returns to me at the end of the day.”

[theemissuniverse]

i feel like some mk characters would definitely break the bed or headboard during sex.

like not rough fucking either, like they could just be so into it that it happens.

if that makes sense😭

BREAKING THE BED MK MALE CHARACTERS

SUMMARY : Title is obvi

A/N : every single time I see people talking about this, my mind just resorts back to twilight breaking dawn part 1 when Edward broke the headboard LMAO

WARNINGS : (MDNI)! dirty talk, praise, breeding kink, cumming, squirting, unsafe p in v, size kink, probably some other stuff I forgot

MASTERLIST

MORTAL KOMBAT 1 CHARACTERS

Liu Kang hadn’t had sex since he created the timeline. That meant that he hadn’t had sex for eons. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to but Liu Kang was not the type of man to just screw other women randomly just to get his release. He couldn’t do that even if he wanted to. If he were to have intimacy then he had to do it with someone that he loved.

Luckily for you, you were that someone. He loved you more than anything. More than himself, more than life itself. He’d do anything for you no matter what.

So here he was, in the bed with you. He was on top of you while you laid on your back, looking into his eyes. Liu Kang found that making eye contact while he thrusted in you was more intimate than anything.

Your nails felt good scratching on his back. Your heavy pants filled the room. Liu Kang went slow but efficient. It was your guy’s first time so he didn’t want to over do it by going at such a rough and fast pace.

“Oh, yes. Yes. Liu Kang.”

You saying his name made it one hundred times harder for him to control himself. I mean the man hadn’t had intimacy for eons and now he was having it with you.

Liu Kang would kiss your shoulder and your cheek whispering how much he loved you before placing his hands on the headboard. He continued to go slow but hard into you.

He was hitting all your good spots. Liu Kang was certain that there would be love marks on his back from how you were scratching at it with your nails. (Though he wasn’t complaining.)

“Please don’t stop. I love you.”

Nothing turned Liu Kang on more than you telling him that you loved him. He started to pant himself. He felt uncontrollable fire come through his hands and with that, the headboard broke.

It fell behind the actual bed. Liu Kang stopped and covered you to make sure that none of the remaining pieces would fall on you.

He looked at what he had done and then back to you. He gave you an apologetic look. “I’m so-“

He couldn’t even get it out before you pulled him into a kiss. Liu Kang accepted the kiss.

The two of you pulled away. You gave him a smile. “If I didn’t have sex for literal eons I would’ve broke the bed too.”

Liu Kang chuckled at you. He kissed your neck some before thrusting back into you, making you moan. “You know I can’t control myself when I’m with you, love.”

Bi-Han was always presumed to have multiple women in bed. That was not the case. At all. He did not have time for women. Even if he was feeling really horny some days. He didn’t go out and get a woman to take his frustration out of. He still had traditional values and did not believe that it was okay.

That’s where you come in. Bi-Han wasn’t really concerned with love until he met you. Some days, it was hard for him to show it to you but you knew he meant well.

Bi-Han was on top of you while you laid on your back. He was going at a fast pace but he didn’t do it hard. He actually did care about you so he didn’t want to hurt you.

He wasn’t really affectionate during sex so you didn’t get any kisses or him telling you that he loved you. In fact, you didn’t get much of anything besides a few animalistic grunts. He wasn’t a talker in general when he had intimacy.

“Oh yes. Please. Bi-Han. It feels so good.”

He did love it when you talked though. Bi-Han had an ego so him knowing he was making you feel this good turned him on to no end.

He continued to thrust in you fast. The sound of skin to skin contact was heard along with your moans and his heavy breathing.

“Yes. I need you. Please. I need you.”

Bi-Han grunted at your words and placed his hands on the headboard of the bed. He stopped his such fast pace and went a bit harder this time.

“Right there. Right there. Oh yes.”

Maybe it was because Bi-Han didn’t really have intimacy or maybe it was because your moans were driving him crazy but Bi-Han lost control.

Ice started to freeze the headboard of the bed. Then the headboard broke completely because of that.

Bi-Han stopped thrusting in you and he watched as the pieces fell either behind the bed or on the side.

He sighed, annoyed. “I do not feel like getting that fixed.”

You shrugged with a smirk on your face. “Should’ve controlled yourself more.”

“I’ll show you control..” Bi-Han placed himself back in you making you moan. This time, he really was going to show you no mercy.

Syzoth never had intimacy in his human form for what was obvious reasons. Of course he never felt the need to because he had a wife and she was in her true form. So, what would be the point for him to take on his human form?

Well, now there was you and you were obviously human so Syzoth didn’t feel like having sex in his true form would be the best idea. At least right now.

So, he was going to try it in his human form for you. He had you laying on your back while he was on top of you. He warned you though that with his species, they can become incredibly aggressive and territorial during intimacy. You didn’t believe him.

You should’ve believed him.

Syzoth wasn’t going at a speed where you couldn’t handle it but he was going fast and rough with you. Unlike most men, he was a talker but that was probably just his true nature showing.

“Oh gods. You feel so good, (Y/N).” Syzoth rubbed all over your body as he spoke.

“Mmhm. You feel even better, baby.”

Syzoth bent down to your level and kissed you sloppy. You accepted the sloppy kiss and Syzoth began to tongue kiss you. You were no match for his tongue though. It was useless fighting against him.

His tongue started to lick all over your neck before he sucked on your neck. You moaned at the feeling of his mouth on you. “Mine. All mine.” He told you.

Syzoth felt your breasts and he gave them a good squeeze. He felt himself practically whining at how good you felt around him. It was all too much for him. “Please let me cum inside of you.” He kissed your shoulder and nibbled on it a little. “You’d look so pretty pregnant.”

He could say just about anything and you’d agree to it just because he was fucking you so good. “O-okay.”

Syzoth’s hands went on the headboard. He slowed up on his fast pace and focused more so going hard. You let out short gasps, unable to speak, “Oh, yes love. You look so pretty like that.”

He couldn’t help but go a little bit faster. “Have my babies. Have my babies.”

His nails dug into the headboard. He didn’t even realize it but with all his strength, the board broke.

Syzoth stopped, a little taken back at what he had done. He sighed to himself. “I thought I was controlling myself well.”

You gave him a ‘really’ look. “You call everything you did control?”

“Am I hurting you? Am I going too rough? Because I-“

You cut off his worries with a kiss. Syzoth kissed you back with the same amount of passion before you pulled away. “No, I like it a lot. You’re fine. I’m just teasing.” You grabbed onto Syzoth and pushed him back inside of you, making him hiss out of pleasure. “Now, keep going. I’m almost there.”

MORTAL KOMBAT 11 CHARACTERS

Shao Kahn was a man of many things and having multiple women worship him was one. The great thing about it was he didn’t have to force these women either. They worshiped him by their own free will. It only boosted his ego up.

That didn’t matter anymore now that he had you, his Empress now. None of those other women mattered. He had you and he was content with having just you.

Shao Kahn warned you about having intimacy with him and how big he actually was. You thought it was just that talk men have to hype themselves up.

Oh…you were wrong.

He had you laying on your back while he was on top of you. Shao filled you up completely. You didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Shao made sure to do slow but efficient thrusts. At least for right now as it would take some time for you to adjust to him.

You moaned every time he thrusted in you. Every time it got louder and louder. Shao Kahn was in heaven as he watched you fall apart on him again and again.

Your body twitched from the immense pleasure Shao was giving you. “That’s it. Take all of me.” He told you. He continued to give you slow strokes. “You can do it. You were made for me.”

Moaning at his words, you felt up all over your body. Shao watched you play with your breasts and he couldn’t help himself. He went a little bit faster.

A loud gasp came out your mouth at the change of pace. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head but Shao forced you to look at him. “I need to see those pretty eyes while I make you mine.”

Shao rubbed your stomach soothingly. “You are all mine. You belong to me.”

“Oh my god. Shao please.” You tried to run away from him but Shao grabbed onto your thighs. He picked them up and wrapped your thighs around his waist.

Shao Kahn kept thrusting in and out of you, grunting as he did so. You moaned louder. You tried to keep your eyes on him because you knew if he had to tell you again, it would be bad.

“It feels so good.” You could barely get out.

Telling him how good he was making you feel made his ego boost up. His hands placed on the headboard and he looked down at you. “Are you ready my Empress?”

You knew that meant he was going to go fast but you felt like you were more ready. You nodded to him and Shao Kahn started to go fast into you.

You thought it was going to hurt but it was good. Incredibly good. “Oh my god. Yes. Please. Just like that.”

Shao Kahn continued to fuck you into the bed, grunting while doing so. Usually, he would only care to get himself to cum but you were his Empress so it meant he cared to get you there too.

You were already almost there. “Oh my god. Please. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Please, Shao.”

Shao Kahn continued to go at his same pace. That’s when he felt hot liquid on his chest. You had squirted on him.

He found this so attractive that he couldn’t contain himself anymore and he broke the headboard to the bed.

It didn’t break in pieces. He had ripped it off straight with his bare hands. He threw the headboard down and you gasped a little at the sight.

Shao Kahn looked at you with a smirk. He stopped thrusting in you. “What was that? Only a minute?”

You rolled his eyes at his cockiness and forced him to go back inside you. “Shut up and cum in me already.”

Kano always had women wanting him. I mean he was attractive, charming, and great in bed. Who wouldn’t want him? He was the perfect catch and he knew this. That was probably the bad thing about it because it made him cocky.

When he met you though? He kissed those other women goodbye. None of them mattered when he had you.

He had you laying on your back. He was on top of you. Kano gave you rough and fast thrusts, making your breasts jiggle up and down.

“Oh Kano. Please don’t stop.”

Kano loved it when you said his name. He typically wasn’t really that affectionate during intimacy but for you? He’ll do about anything.

He kissed you on the lips. His pace didn’t stop. You moaned into his mouth. Kano began to suck all over your bottom lip.

Kano’s kisses went to your neck and he nibbled all around your sensitive areas. You moaned louder. “Please. Kano. You feel so good inside of me.”

“I know, love.” Kano licked all over your neck like he was hungry for you. “How bout you let me cum inside of you? You’d feel even better.”

Kano could tell you to do just almost anything and you’d do it in a heartbeat the way he was fucking you into the bed. “Oh god, yes. Please cum inside me. Please. I need you.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Kano’s hands went on the headboard and he went even harder inside of you. He watched as your mouth fell open and your eyes roll back into your head.

“Oh yes. Give it to me. Oh, yes. Give it to me.”

Kano groaned at your words but didn’t stop his pace. “You’re such a naughty girl.” One hand went to quickly slap your thigh before placing it back on the headboard. “My naughty girl.”

Your pussy clenching onto him was far too much for him. Kano himself started to pant. Then he felt the headboard break.

It didn’t break drastically. It just broke in half. Kano stopped thrusting in you and looked down at you.

The two of you didn’t say a word. There was silence. And then you two started to laugh. You two laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.

Kano leaned down and kissed you on the lips. “Oh, you drive me crazy, love.” He told you before going back to thrust into you.

Hanzo didn’t really have it in himself to have intimacy anymore after the death of his wife. He felt there was no purpose in doing it if he wasn’t in love. So, he just didn’t have it.

Then he met you. The now love of his life. Everything changed about him then. Hanzo now had the desire to make love to you.

He was a bit nervous though considering that he hadn’t had intimacy in a long time but you constantly reassured him that it would be fine.

Hanzo had you laying on your back while he was on top of you. He gave you slow but hard thrusts. His eyebrows squinted in pleasure as he made love to you. If you felt like this all this time, he wished he had done it sooner.

He didn’t mind at you clawing at his arms. It barely felt like anything to him. Hanzo made sure you felt comfortable and loved each time he went in and out.

“Hanzo please.” You cried out. “I need you.”

Hanzo groaned at your words before kissing you. As if he would lose you the next day. As he kissed you, he went a little bit faster causing you to moan in his mouth.

“You feel so good, my love.” He told you. He kissed your forehead and focused on his fast pace.

Your moans filled the room along with his panting. Hanzo felt like he could cum at any moment but he would wait until you had gotten there first.

He didn’t think he could wait.

Hanzo’s hands went to the headboard. As much as he loved your moans, he was trying to drown them out. They were just turning him on more to the point where he felt like he was about to cum.

You noticed that his eyes were closed. Probably concentrating. You rubbed all up on his chest. “What’s wrong, Hanzo?”

You were driving him absolutely crazy and he didn’t think he could hold it much longer. “Trying to wait for you, my love.”

Chuckling, you brought him a little closer to kiss him softly on the lips. He accepted the kiss. Then you pulled away. “That’s sweet of you but you do not have to wait for me, darling. You can cum in me now.”

He liked that he had your permission but he still was trying to wait for you. His hands gripped on the headboard even more. He couldn’t hold it. “Oh, (Y/N). Oh my love.”

You knew he was cumming. You rubbed up and down his chest to help him with your soft touches. “That’s right, darling. Cum inside of me.”

Hanzo came hard in you. His hands created fire and it completely broke the headboard.

The two of you gasped at that. Hanzo stopped the fire and he looked at you to make sure you were okay. “Are you alright, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

“I apologize. I did not mean to lose control like that.”

You gave him a quick kiss on the lips before speaking. “It’s okay. It’s was hot.” You decided to joke.

Hanzo shook his head and kissed your cheek. “You and your terrible puns.” He went back inside of you, making you moan. “We’re not done here. I’m not finished until you finish.”

[sleep-0-deprived]

Step dad Toji . F x bottom male reader

Female aligned Dni 18+ only content below, all ageless blogs will be blocked and I hope you all enjoy ;}

Warning daddy kink, breeding kink, overstimulation if you squint, sub/dom dynamic,age gap the reader is over 18 but you can choose the exact age

Today was a perfectly normal day beside the fact that I am being forced to have dinner with my moms new husband, “honey come down stairs” I heard my mom yell “be right their” I responded while hurriedly putting some body spray and deodorant on “honey I want you to meet your new step dad Toji” mom said pointing to a tall muscular man in a tight black shirt “nice to meet you, I’ve heard great things about you” toji spoke with a grin looking the other male up and down “I bet” I said feeling disinterest in the whole situation. I follow mom and my new step dad into the kitchen, sitting down at the table while mom walks off into the kitchen to start dinner “so what do you like to do in your free time?” Toji ask me “nothing much mainly f/h” I said while being blunt “oh that seems fun” Toji said grinning at me “it is” just as I said that my mom walked through the dinning room doors “dinner is ready” she said smiling I just want to get this over with and get back to my room but I can’t deny that Toji looks good I thought as I ate my food while listening to my mom make small talk with me. Finally dinner was over and I go to my room and lay on my bed while scrolling through my phone for a little while or so I thought I look over at the clock seeing the time “it’s already 11:00” I say shocked at how long it’s been, well I guess it’s going to be a late night shower tonight I think while walking into my bathroom “god it’s cold in here” I whisper while turning the shower on and letting it get hot. I slowly take my clothes off and look at myself in the foggy mirror before I get into the hot shower “this feels nice” I grumble as I let the water run down my back “I bet” I heard Toji say “what are you doing in here?” I feel my heart start beating faster and faster “just enjoying the show baby” the man said while licking his scar “what aren’t you supposed to be with mom right now” I gasp out while seeing him start taking his clothes off “well she fell asleep and I thought I could use a shower” he spoke while getting in the shower with me “and just what are you planning?” I say trying to pretend I don’t like this “I’m getting a shower” the larger man spoke teasing me. Toji took his large hands and ran them over my body only stopping at my thighs “god your so fucking pretty, you have no idea how much I wanted to bend you over the table and fuck you at dinner, especially when you were being bratty” the older man groaned while lifting me up with ease and pushing me against the shower walls “ahh~” I groaned as I felt the pleasure of Toji sucking my nipples until they become red and puffy

“just like that~” I moaned wanting more “your so desperate already and for your step dad, what a sick little boy you are” Toji spoke while I tried to grind myself onto him but to no avail Toji gripped my hips tightly and held them in place while not letting me move “god your so fucking desperate like a damn whore” he degraded me while rapping one hand around my head and passionately kissing me, only leaving bite marks and bruises on my body while he takes the hand from around my waist and starts stroking my dick “hahh~” I yelp out in pleasure “your so naughty, letting your step dad give you a handjob in the shower? Oh what would your mom think of you if she knew you wanted your step dad” Toji whispered in my ear while nibbling on my neck “I know it’s wrong but it all feels so damn good” I think, feeling my thoughts cloud over with Haley bliss “I’m so close toji~” I moan out while bucking my hip into his hands “since I’m your step dad you better start calling me daddy” The much older man said with a demanding voice while speeding up his pace and stroking my dick faster than before with more pressure behind it “I’m gonna cum~” I scream out while thick white strings of my semen shoot on toji’s chest and stomach but quickly getting washed off by the now cold water “how about we continue this in your room since the water is cold now?” Toji grunted out “yes please” I spoke with a broken voice. Without hesitating Toji swiftly turned the shower off and carried me to my bed

Toji soon laid me down onto my bed and snapped me out of my trance “face down ass up baby” Toji shot me his signature grin while licking his scar, I waist no time in rolling on my stomach and I soon feel on finger coated in saliva prod into my hole “god your so tight, are yo a virgin?”he asks me “yes” I whispered, my face feeling flush with embarrassment “oh well I guess I’m lucky aren’t I?” And before I could say anything he swiftly shoved two mor fingers in “hahh~” I scream at the three large fingers fucking into my virgin hole. soon I become used to the feeling and it soon turning into pleasure “right there~” I groan feeling Toji hit my prostate “looks like I found it” toji grunted while pulling his fingers out and earning a needy whine from me “don’t worry I’ll be filling that pretty little hole of yours very soon with something better” before I could speak Toji bottomed out “ngh~” I scream in pain “don’t worry it will all turn into pleasure soon baby” Toji grunted out while starting to move his hips and slowly thrusting into me “yes please right there~” I groaned out as Toji nailed into my prostate “damn your such a fucking slut I’ve just started and your already cock drunk” Toji said in a stern voice while snapping his hips har against mine “yes please I’m your slut daddy~” I moaned in my pillows and gripping my sheets while he railed me from behind “your taking daddy’s cock so well, I just my have to turn you into my personal cock sleeve~” Toji groaned out “yes please turn me in to your cock sleeve daddy~” I moan out as Toji pounds into me, nailing my prostate head on with every thrust “ahh~” I scream out as Toji starts stroking my dick in rhythm to his thrusts almost like he is milking me dry “hahh I’m soo close daddy~” I scream “I’m close too baby boy just hold out a little longer~” Toji groans out with his thrusts becoming faster and harder, fucking me so hard all I see is stars “I’m gonna cu~” before the moans left my lips I came all over my sheets and my cum pumps onto them with a few more thrusts Toji cums inside me, letting his hot seed fill me up. Soon I collapse on my bed “what are you doing I’m no where near done yet it’s only 12:50 I’m no where near done breeding that hole of yours yet pretty boy” Toji groans as he flips me on my back and shoved his dick back into my burning hole and starts thrusting again “oh god faasterr~” I moaned out as my dick started to get hard again “such a fucking slut aren’t you baby?” Toji asks as he rams into me over and over again hitting my prostate head on every time “yes yes I’m your slut daddy please fill me with your cum~” I beg the older man as he continues to relentlessly pound my burning hole “I’m close please~” I moaned out while feeling my third orgasm approach “I’m almost there too just hold on baby~” Toji grunted out as he picked the pace up and started fucking me at an inhuman pace, gripping my hips hard enough for bruises and rearranging my guts “I’m cumming~” I shout as my cum shot on toji’s muscular chest “I’m going to breed your hole so full of my cum that you’ll be filled for a week~” Toji groaned with a final thrust, letting his cum fill me up for the second time tonight.

[boothillssugarmomma]

Mating Season...

(Dan Heng!Inhibitor Lunae! x Fem!Reader)

cw-: NSFW 18+, breeding!kink, fingering Fem! receiving, cunilingus, oral Fem!receiving, oral Male! receiving, sub!Dan Heng

🎀 authorsnote: Smut is so new to me when writing it...still learning! So tips are appreciated! 🙏

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18+ .MINORS DNI. 18+

After the team had gotten back from the Xianzhou Luofu no one had told you a single thing.

Not. A. Damn. Thing.

So when your boyfriend was unusually quieter than normal after, you didn't pester him. You decided to wait for him to come to you.

Until...he locked himself in his room and refused to come out.

Everyone on the Astral Express crew kept trying to assure you that he's fine, that he's alright, just moody. It's just a little...not like him...

He always opens the door for you and always always always tells you everything...so what changed? Was he mad at you?

You decided to finally put your foot down and knock on his door, confronting your boyfriend. You were scared and worried for him.

"I said go away.." Dan Heng's voice was oddly hoarse and tense. "We'll talk later..."

"Dan. Heng. Open. The. Damn. Door." You demand, a worried tone in your voice.

"I have to decline, Y/N. Please leave." Dan Heng repeated. How frustrating can your boyfriend be...and what's with the tone of his voice? Is he in pain?

"No!" You whine. "Are you mad at me...is that why you're ignoring me?"

There was a faint sound of something dropping on the floor. What was it? But before you could react, the door opened slightly. It was enough for you to see the man was half-naked with a towel wrapped around his waist. His body and hair were drenched in sweat.

He looked at you, a look in his eyes you have never seen before.

"Dan Heng?" You whisper.

Dan Heng took a sharp inhale, as if he saw a mirage. You don't recognize him. He's the same person... yet not. His slender body is now more muscular, he's hiding a tail behind him, his hair and horns are glowing. But there was something more terrifying..

Dan Heng's face was slightly changed. His eyes are full of lust, not the usual look you got used to.

"Y-You..." You gulp and back up slowly.

"Stop right there, sweetheart..."

Dan Heng growled with deep, husky tone. He pinned you against the wall, his breathing was getting ragged as you could feel your body heating upon the man's touch.

"Do you have any.. idea how irresistible you have been all this time..?"

"W-Whats going on?" You whisper.

"You didn't realize why I have to isolate myself, didn't you?" Dan Heng sighed with frustration. He then cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the skin of your jaw.

"Mating season.." He whispered in your ear. "And you are my prey..."

"Oh no-" You whisper before he hugs you close and drags you into his room.

Dan Heng slammed the door behind him and pinned you down onto the bed. You were unable to resist as he hovered above you, a look of deep desire in his eyes.

"You, teasing me every single time you come to the door... your sweet...sweet scent...I've had enough of it!" His breath was warm against the sensitive skin of your neck, as if he was going to nibble into it at any moment.

"I-Im sorry!" You whimper as his gaze narrows.

His hands started to trail to the buttons of your clothes. "Apology not accepted...." His lips then start to nibble and bite your skin, marking you as his while he slowly undoes the buttons.

"D-Dan Heng honey..." You whimper softly into the air.

The sweet sound of your voice calling his name makes him go crazy. His breathing was becoming ragged. Your scent and the feel of your skin is pushing him to the edge.

His teeth dug deep onto your skin, leaving several marks on the nape of your neck.

"D-Dan Heng what's going on?" You whisper. "W-Why do you have a...tail!?" You cover your mouth as it flicks up in the air.

Dan Heng finally stopped what he was doing and got up slightly to look at you. His tail flicked with annoyance.

"Hasn't anyone told you about Vidyadhara in their...mating season?" He scoffs. "And about my...true form? I find it hard to believe that no one has briefed you about that."

He was clearly irritated.

"No. One. Told. Me." You gaze at his tail dumb founded.

"Well...now you know, and we can continue!"

His voice turned deeper again. He pushed you further back into his bed and his hands resumed their work, unbuttoning your clothes. Finally shaking off your shirt to make it fall on the floor. The heat of his breath on your bare skin was now enough to make you feel flustered.

"The only question is that...are you going to resist?" He purred in your ear.

"N-No, no resisting..." You whisper, feeling something in your core start to tighten.

"Good, good." He grinned and went down to kiss a trail down your body, his hands working to get your clothes off of you. His tail caressed your thighs, leaving faint glowing lines on the sensitive skin it touched.

His markings on your body started to glow, a sign of ownership from the dragon man.

"...so when does this...end?" You breathe out.

Dan Heng didn't answer your question at first and just continued his work. Your clothes were thrown away, leaving you nothing on except for your underwear.

And then, you felt his hand slid into your panties, his long fingers feeling its way there. "Soon.. soon." He whispered against your neck, his tongue and teeth making small marks. He hooks the string against your waist and slides them off, throwing it on the floor.

"Cmon honey I can't be the only one without clothes here..." You smirk.

He chuckled when you said that. "Impatient, aren't we?" Dan Heng got up to discard his own towel, revealing his toned, naked body.

His markings are still glowing on his body, the lines more and more prominent on the muscles of his thighs and arms. "Happy?"

"Oh hell yes..." You grin before leaning up to grab his chin. "Lay down...now."

Dan Heng complied, laying down on his bed with a smirk on his face. "As you wish, my dear." His tail caressed your body in a teasing manner as he waited with anticipation.

You climb over and straddle his lap. "So...how do you know when you're normal again?" You tease as you grind down against his hard cock.

Dan-Heng looked up at you, eyes narrowing with pure lust. His hands moved to rest on your hips as he thought about your question.

"Probably a day or two left by now." He responded with a shrug. "You're going to have to deal with me till then." His tail flicked slightly as if to emphasize that statement.

Dan Heng's eyes flashed with arousal. A smirk made a shiver run down your spine as his tail flicked in anticipation.

"Yes, two days to...breed you." He leaned up to capture your lips into a hungry kiss before pulling back again. "Two days and we're going to spend it all here, together."

"Dan Heng...you sure?" You whisper softly into your lovers ear. "Just because I'm your girlfriend doesn't mean you have to do this..."

Dan Heng's expression softened as he heard your words. He then gently caressed your cheek and looked at you with a gentle warm gaze. "I know, and I know I don't need to. But I want to...because I want you." He replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

"I crave you..." He growls darkly into your ear.

"Oh?" You whisper softly with a gulp.

"There's nothing more that I want than being with you in...every way possible. I just haven't had the chance lately, until now."

His hands slowly traced the smooth skin of your waist and pulled you even closer against him. He was hungry for you and you only.

You smirk softly and grind down against his hips. "Ready?" You whisper softly.

Dan Heng gasped as you grinded against him. His eyes darkened as he looked up at you with desire. "I was born ready, my darling."

He then shifted his position suddenly, grabbing your sides and flipping you underneath him, pinning you down onto the bed with his body. His markings were glowing more intensely as his body grew hotter.

"Oh my Aeons..." You breathe out as he leans down and nibbles on your ear before trailing bites and kisses down your neck and shoulders.

The feel of your body against his was intoxicating. Your scent, your taste, the soft flesh beneath his teeth. Dan Heng couldn't get enough of you.

His hands now trailed down and started to massage your stomach with a teasing, light touch.

"H-Honey..." You whine out. "Cmon...you know you want to..." You smirk.

"Oh, do you want me that badly?" Dan Heng growled in your ear. "Why not have a little more foreplay? We have plenty of time..."

His words were like a challenge, and his hands were still tracing light circles on your stomach and waist. His nails teasing your skin, and sometimes a light bite on your shoulder.

"Can you handle that?" You tease and bite the air at him.

"Careful what you ask for, my dear. You might just end up more flustered than you already are." Dan Heng grinned.

He then moved down and started to plant kisses on your chest, his nails trailing more intensely as his need for you grew stronger.

You gasp out and bite your lip, eyes rolling back as he pops one of your tits in his mouth, stimulating the other one by pinching it gently.

Dan Heng's tongue twirled and licked your sensitive skin, his teeth would nibble from time to time, leaving a feeling of pain but in a pleasant way.

His hands continued to touch you all over, exploring every curve and inch of your body as if it was his new found treasure. His tail gently flicked against the sheets, the scales sliding against your thigh.

"Oh f-fuck..." You whine a bit.

Dan Heng chuckled in response. His head then moved lower on your body, leaving behind a trail of kisses and marks. His tongue slowly traced your stomach, and you can feel how hot it is against your skin.

The more he moved down, the more his hands traced your hips, the more his tail slid against your body. You can feel the scales on his body brushing against your legs, making you shiver.

"L-Laughing huh?" You scoff playfully. "Get down t-there..."

"As you wish, my love~"

Dan Heng grinned and lowered his head even more, his breath tickling your inner thighs. His teeth lightly bite and nibble at your skin, but a flick of his tongue against the bites instantly soothe the pain again.

His hands prop your legs up over his shoulders as he kisses your thigh before gently touching it in a massaging manner, a contrast from the intensity of his teeth and tongue.

He gazes up at you from in between your thighs with a smirk. "God you don't know how much I've been thinking about this..." He growls.

"But we do this...every time?" You whisper softly with a gentle chuckle.

"Yeah we do...but...these last few days..." Dan Heng licks a stripe up your entrance to your clit, swirling his tongue around it before leaving a gentle kiss. "I've been dreaming about this exact moment..."

He takes a deep breath before leaning in to suck lightly, gazing up at you to watch your face make lewd expressions.

"D-Dan Heng!" You whimper loudly before bringing a hand to your mouth to try to be silent. But he stops you, shooting a hand up to stop it. He pulls away from your pussy and sighs.

"Don't. You. Dare. Silence...that pretty fuckin mouth of yours..." He whispers, his tone dripping with lust.

You can hear a small growl from his throat as he continued eating you out, his hands firmly on your thighs and his mouth continuing to move at the same time.

"Your fuckin sweet scent is driving me crazy.." He mumbled pulling away barely. "I can't get enough of it." He then gave another few nibbles at your thighs, leaving small marks here and there.

You take a deep breath as you stop propping yourself up on your elbows, laying back to finally let him have total control.

"Hmm?" He hummed against your cunt as he glanced up at you. Smirking devilishly he sticks his tongue out and swirls it around your slit, making your legs twitch a bit.

"T-Taste so fuckin good..." Your boyfriend whines softly as he slides his tongue into your hole. He drives it in and out of you before he feels you clench on his wet muscle.

He laps up your leaking slit before he freezes and breathes heavily. "N-Need you..."

You let out a low chuckle and smirk. "Need what honey...speak up..."

"Y/N... you know what I need...please..." He whimpers again as he places a kiss against your clit.

You sigh playfully and use your hand to push him back. "Sit down baby~" You smirk. Dan Heng's eyes widen with surprise as you help him sit propped against the pillows.

Now it's your turn for your eyes to widen as his cock is finally out in the open for you to see. A flushed red tip, leaking pre, with a decent size (who are we KIDDING) girth.

"Oh...no..." You gulp softly before leaning in to press a kiss to the head. He lets out a low whimper before he covers his mouth with his hand, his face covered in a red blush.

"Ah, ah!" You smirk. "If I had to be vocal, you do too..." You take a deep breath before sticking your tongue out to lick and suckle on his tip.

Dan Heng's eyes glaze over in pure lust, he tries his absolute best not to start bucking his hips up into your mouth, but all he can think of is you gagging all over his cock. "S-Stop teasing..." He begs.

You don't say a word as you sink down farther, taking more of his girth in your mouth. It burns a bit as his tip hits the back of your throat, but you keep going until your nose touches his abdomen.

He throws his head back with a low guttural moan as he twitches inside your mouth. "H-Honey please!" He whines. "I-I can't take it anymore!"

You start to suck him off at a steady pace, paying special attention to his tip each time you come out for air.

"C-Can I cum? P-Please? Wanna see you swallow..." Your boyfriend is such a sight to behold, glancing up at him your breath nearly stops. Biting his bottom lip, lustful eyes, sweat glistens off his forehead, it's amazing.

You come back up for air and kitten lick his tip. "You want to see me swallow?" You tease him playfully.

Dan Heng nods quickly, nodding until you reach out and brush his forehead gently.

"Then let's do it..." You smirk and cut him off by taking him all in your mouth, the burn returns as it hits the back of your throat again and you can't help but let out a small gagging sound.

His moans, mewls, and gasps filled the room as you kept an unrelenting pace. His hands slide up into your hair as he pulls you back down quicker each time.

"N-Need to c-cum!" The dragon man whimpers. "P-Please!"

You glance up at him with a gaze that tells him all he needs to know. And not even a few seconds later, you were gagging on white seed filling your throat.

"AGH!" He moans out as he bucks his hips up into your face before collapsing on the bed.

When you're sure he's ok, you pull off with a small *plip* noise that makes his face red with embarrassment.

"Hmm you taste so good too~" You tease before crawling up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Dan Heng gives you a gentle but tired smile. "I'm glad..." He whispers, pulling you into his chest and resting his head on top of yours. "Now rest...we're not done just yet..."

You glance up at him and scoff playfully. "And who says that?"

He takes his head off of yours and grabs your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. "Me" He gives you a quick kiss before nuzzling his face into your shoulder.

...it's going to be a long two days...

🎀End🎀

[hajoon-iz-won]

Magnetic Force of a Man

smut 18+ mdni

Pairing: ceo!Jay x worker!Y/N

"Do you know why I require all of my assistants to have Masters degrees?” he asked as he stood up and began to walk slowly around his desk.

"It's because I find educated women incredibly sexy," he said softly, leaning down close to my ear.

Warnings: smut, 18+, MDNI, dom!Jay, impregnation, dirty talk, fingering, pussy fucking, female masturbation, age gap (4 years), exhibitionism, breeding, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 5.4k

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!” I cursed as I stared down at the tear in my brand new sheer pantyhose. "Run-proof my ass! "

Shaking my head in dismay, I quickly looked around the large underground parking garage, praying to God that no one could see or hear me as I hurriedly positioned myself between my front door and the driver's seat of my beige sedan, hiking my lavender pencil skirt up to my ass, and then slid the ruined pair of hose the rest of the way down my legs.

Thankfully, I packed an extra pair!

I sat down on the side of the car seat and removed my violet high heels, almost like I was pulling out the replacements, taking them from the packing and quickly began slipping my feet inside.

The voice of a man said abruptly, "Yes, that's right."

My breath caught in my throat, I paused and turned to see the source of the voice. I was stunned by what I saw and halted abruptly, my new pantyhose halfway up my legs.

He had a great appearance. He was sitting at least fifty feet away from me, yet I could still see the platinum shine of his watch as he raised his left arm to check the time. He was dressed elegantly in a navy blue suit. His shiny black low-cut hair must have reached at least five eleven" in height.

With a dark satchel clasped in his right hand, he confidently walked towards the elevator labeled "PRIVATE." His broad shoulders, confident gait, and commanding presence evoked the image of a male model seen in GQ publications. His whole demeanor was confident.

I could tell that he was chatting to someone else and not about me or my pantyhose dilemma when a blue light blinked next to his ear. He never even gave me a sidelong glance.

I eventually snapped back to reality as he slid behind one of the pillars and finished pulling on my pantyhose. I tucked my skirt in and put my stilettos back on, eager to begin my first day of training as an executive assistant for Park Industries within the enormous, imposing Park Business building. (It seems the corporation required more than one because it was so large.)

I'd never seen or heard of Jay Park, the CEO of the company, before applying for this job. Even though I had looked him up online, all the pictures I could find of him included him wearing dark sunglasses and hats, which made me think he was probably a very secretive person. It appeared that he would much rather maintain a very low profile than be in the spotlight.

Nothing could have prepared me for the day I visited the Park Building for the first time, even though I had finished an internship at a Fortune 500 corporation close to my college campus.

My first interview had been with a woman named Son Eunsaem. She'd had a highly professional appearance and a no-nonsense attitude. She hadn't smiled once during the interview.

I was surprised when I got a call back for a second interview. That was where I met the other executive assistants. Park Industries had an executive assistant for each and every department in the company, and I had applied to the marketing department.

And I started working on the actual job today. At nine o'clock, I had my official orientation meeting, and then I was meant to meet with Jay Park, the company's CEO.

On their first day of work, all new hires were required to meet with the CEO, who was said to like having face-to-face meetings with each and every one of his staff members. I'll admit that I was anxious, but I was also interested to see this billionaire's true appearance.

The thirty-story building housed the marketing department on its twenty-fifth floor. At the orientation, there was another new hire in addition to me. Ryu Hanbin was his name, and he had been employed in the software department.

At orientation, our ID cards were issued to each of us. We were granted entry to the elevators, break facilities, and exits reserved for employees only. My heart started to race inside my chest as the orientation was coming to a conclusion.

Hanbin and I were taken to a private employee elevator and showed how to use our ID cards to operate it. Jay Park's office was on the top floor, and that's where our orientation leader, a middle-aged woman named Won Chaerin, led us up.

As the elevator door opened at the pinnacle floor, we had been greeted with the aid of using a short, stout, but very neat and well-groomed bald guy with a cleanly-shaven face in a vibrant purple pantsuit.

"Welcome to Park Land,” he stated with a welcoming grin as he reached out to shake our hands. "That's what we name the pinnacle floor, right here." He appeared to laugh after each sentence he spoke. “My call is Jinyoung, however all of us right here calls me Jin.” Another laugh.

What a unusual guy, I thought.

He led us down a hallway that ended with a reception table and a small living room area. There had been high-returned black leather-based chairs and a large flat-display tv withinside the ready area. There additionally regarded to be a bar of a few kind in the back of the reception table.

"Y'all can simply make yourselves comfortable whilst I allow Mr. Park recognize you are right here,” he instructed us with every other laugh earlier than sashaying returned to his spot in the back of the reception table.

"Thank you,” I instructed him as I took a seat in one of the leather-based chairs and crossed my legs.

As I sat ready, my heart commenced to overcome so rapid that it felt like it'd leap up out of my throat at any second. A stolen look over at Hanbin noticed his foot nervously tapping in opposition to the carpeted floor, and I felt relieved that I wasn't the simplest worried individual withinside the room.

A second later, the telephone on Jin's table rang, and he spoke back it on speaker.

"Send Ms. Y/L/N in first,” the voice said in a deep, authoritative tone.

"Right away, sir," Jin answered as he glanced over towards me.

I stood up and accompanied him down but every other lengthy hallway, with stylish artwork lining the partitions and porcelain statues each few feet.

At the quit of the hall, there has been a fancy-searching door with a platinum door knob.

"Knock, knock,” Jin said in a singsong-like voice as he knocked on it twice before turning the knob and pushing it open. “Ms. Y/L/N, meet Mr. Jay Park.”

He waited for me to step inside the large, elaborately decorated office before shutting the door behind me.

I stood there, with my back to the door and my orientation folder in my hand, not sure what to do next. Mr. Park had his head down and was doing something on his phone, but as soon as the door closed, he looked directly up at me, and my jaw almost hit the floor in utter awe.

Jay Park was none other than the sexy, model-esque man who'd been walking through the employee parking garage earlier.

I knew I was staring, but I didn't care. The man was a real-life Adonis.

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N. Come. Have a seat.”

It was more of an order than a request, but I didn't mind. He had the most hypnotizing pair of eyes. They were a deep, dark br, and I felt as if I could get lost in them if I stared too long.

He didn't smile, but he didn't frown. He was eyeing me curiously as I made my way over to the chair in front of his huge, rectangular desk. I felt as if he was sizing me up for something... something other than just this job position.

"So, Ms. Y/L/N, you are twenty-four and you have an MS in Business Management. Impressive. What are your plans in the next five years?”

I felt completely on the spot. I cleared my throat before speaking.

"Well, I'm hoping to be working a job I love, maybe get promoted, and start moving up in the ranks."

"Hmm," he said quietly.

I leaned forward a bit and noticed that he had a folder open with my resume, cover letter, and some photos of me inside.

"Do you know why I require all of my assistants to have Masters degrees?” he asked as he stood up and began to walk slowly around his desk.

My heart sped up and began to beat harder than ever. He had removed his suit jacket, and his white silk shirt hugged his toned upper body with flair, accenting the broadness of his shoulders.

I shook my head and swallowed hard as my body temperature began to rise. No man had ever had such a profound effect on me. I could actually feel heat starting to build within my core and a noticeable tingling between my thighs.

He walked around to the back of my chair and stood behind me. My heart was beating a billion beats per minute.

"It's because I find educated women incredibly sexy," he said softly, leaning down close to my ear.

I shuddered at the feel of his breath against my lobe. My body was completely on fire for this man, and he hadn't even touched me. I was at a loss for words.

I wanted to glance up at him, but I was frozen in place like a stone statue, and all I could do was sit there facing forward as I waited to see what was going to happen next. From behind me, I heard him inhale deeply and then exhale slowly.

“Ahh, your perfume is intoxicating, but I sense something else about you, Ms. Y/L/N. You are in your prime,” he stated sensuously, his voice barely more than a whisper.

His lips were so close to my neck that his breath felt hot against my skin. It caused a shiver to run down my spine, and I had to muster every ounce of strength to keep a moan from escaping my lips.

Then, suddenly, he stood straight up and walked back around to the other side of his desk, and his demeanor had returned to a strictly professional one.

"Mrs. Son was quite impressed with you and spoke very highly of your interview," he said plainly as he sat back down in his chair.

"Really? Wow," I replied.

"You sound surprised," he said with a slight grin. "I know she can come across as somewhat ‘rigid, but it's all just part of how she does her job. She's extremely professional and would make an excellent poker player, no doubt.”

He chuckled slightly at his comment, and I uttered a small giggle as well.

"Well, I'm certain you'll be a definite asset to Park Industries, Ms. Y/L/N. Welcome to the team,” he said with a smile.

His smile revealed a set of the most perfect pearly whites I had ever seen up close. While staring at them, I almost missed the fact that he'd also extended his hand to me.

"Thank you, Mr. Park,” I said nervously, returning his smile with one of my own.

"You have a lovely smile, Ms. Y/L/N," he stated softly, still holding onto my hand after I'd stopped shaking it.

“Thanks,” I said coyly, tearing my eyes away from his before I became completely lost in them.

He ran his thumb slowly across the side of my hand before finally letting it go. That small, simple touch from him only added more fuel to the fire that was already building in my loins.

“Ms. Y/L/N? ”He called out to me just as I was about to leave his office.

"Yes?" I replied, turning around to look at him one more time.

"I'm having a small meeting this evening at the Italy Garden restaurant. The dress code is semi-formal. Can you be ready by 7:00?”

"Uhh, yes. Certainly, Mr. Park,” I replied, caught completely off guard.

"Great. I'll send a car to your place at 7:00, then.”

I left his office feeling flustered in more ways than one. It had been more than a year since I'd last had sex, and my attraction to Mr. Park was anything but subtle. He had a magnetic effect on me, one that I knew I was incapable of fighting.

I walked swiftly down the hall, past the small lounge where Hanbin was still seated, and into the ladies' restroom directly adjacent to Jin's reception desk. Breathing hard, I went into one of the stalls, set my folder down on the back of the commode, hiked my skirt up to my waist, and yanked my pants down to my thighs.

Panting like an animal in heat, I sat down on the seat and spread my legs.

"Mmm," I muttered as I closed my eyes and placed my right hand on the crotch of my thin satin pants.

Yanking my pants to the side, I exposed my moist, partially-swollen bud and began to massage it. Another moan escaped my lips as I bucked my hips and rubbed my pussy faster and harder.

I imagined that Mr. Park was in the bathroom stall with me and that he had pulled my pants to the side. It was his lips and tongue against my throbbing, swollen bulb, causing sighs and moans of delight to escape my mouth and sending me into a frenzy of pleasure.

“Ohhh,” I murmured softly as I pictured him rubbing the head of his hard, pulsating cock against my slick, hot slit.

I imagined his hands grabbing my ass cheeks and squeezing them hard in a fit of primal, uncontrollable passion. I pictured him entering me slowly at first, until his rock-hard dick was deep inside my pussy, stretching me to the limit.

"Fuuuck," I whispered as I plunged my fingers as deep into my warm, wet tunnel as they would go. "Yesss! Fuck me, Mr. Park!"

I imagined his cock moving in and out of me, faster and harder, fucking like wild animals as we both got closer and closer to our climaxes. Completely and totally engulfed in how unbelievably good the sex felt, neither one of us even cared that we were fucking unprotected.

"I want you to cum inside me, Mr. Park,” I imagined telling him. “Oh fuck, yessss! Cum in my pussy! Fill me up with your cum."

I didn't even care if I got pregnant or not; I just needed to feel his hot cum inside of me.

I was right on the brink of my orgasm, and I could already tell it was going to be a really good one. As I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, I pictured myself biting down on Mr. Park's ear to stifle my passion-filled moans.

My legs began to shake, and my hips bucked uncontrollably as a powerful climax wracked my entire body. I imagined Mr. Park squeezing my ass cheeks hard as his cock squirted into my cunt, filling me to the brim.

"Ohhh," I whispered, uttering a sigh of satisfaction as my orgasm began to wane.

After taking a moment to enjoy the afterglow, I quickly cleaned myself up, left the restroom, and headed back down to the 25th floor to finish out my workday.

I had just finished putting on my makeup when I noticed it was 6:45. The dress I had selected for tonight's meeting was a long, form-fitting silver cocktail gown I'd bought last spring. It was elegant, with a touch of sex appeal. The back dipped below the waist, and the front wrapped around the neck.

At 6:54, I heard a horn blow outside of my apartment. I slid into a pair of silver stiletto sandals, grabbed a small silver purse, and headed outside.

"Wow!" I exclaimed when I saw the pearly white stretch limousine waiting at the curb.

A tuxedo-clad chauffer opened my door for me and helped me into the back seat.

The inside of the limousine was immaculate! There was a fully-stocked bar with liquor, wine, and champagne. There were wine glasses on a glass shelf next to the bar. There was also a small fridge with fruits, cheeses, and other exotic-looking snack foods.

I helped myself to a glass of champagne and turned on the satellite radio to listen to on the way to the restaurant.

When we arrived about twenty minutes later, the chauffeur helped me out of the limo, and I walked inside. An older male host in a black and white suit was standing at a podium near the entrance.

"Good evening, Madam. Welcome to the Italy Garden restaurant. Do you have a reservation?” he asked.

“Umm, yes. My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I'm here for a dinner meeting with Mr. Jay Park,” I replied anxiously, trying hard to hide how nervous I truly was.

The five-star dining facility was way out of my league and price range. I had never been in a place so upscale and fancy. There were scores of expensive-looking pictures hanging on the walls and exquisite artifacts and statues in and around the corners.

I followed the host to a luxurious VIP balcony area where Jay Park was already seated and waiting for me.

"You look amazing, Ms. Y/L/N," he said, flashing that billion-dollar smile that made me want to melt right where I stood.

"Thank you," I replied shyly, returning a smile his way.

The host pulled out my chair, and I sat down.

"I've taken the liberty to order us a bottle of the finest champagne this place has to offer,” he told me with a grin. “What are you in the mood for?”

I couldn't pronounce a single dish on the menu.

"I'll have whatever you're having," I said softly, closing my menu and setting it to the side. I didn't want to risk embarrassing myself in front of our waiter.

"This champagne is delightful," I exclaimed before taking another sip.

"Only the best for a woman as perfect as you, Y/N," Jay stated sweetly.

It was the first time he'd ever called me by my first name. I could feel my cheeks reddening as I smiled somewhat sheepishly.

"So where are the rest of the meeting attendees?” I asked inquisitively as I glanced around the area we were seated in.

"This meeting is just for you and me, Y/N," Jay said in a sultry tone of voice. "There's something about you, Y/N, that drives me crazy. Ever since you walked into my office, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind."

I felt the same way about him. He was definitely the most attractive, magnetic, and alluring man I had ever met. I was just too shy to tell him so.

Dinner was absolutely incredible. The food was delicious, and I'd probably had a bit more champagne than I'd actually intended to drink. After a perfect meal, Jay led me back out to the limousine, and we both got into the backseat.

As we talked about our backgrounds, childhoods, and future plans while drinking top shelf champagne, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't even asked him where we were headed. Before I could even form the words to inquire, the limo slowed to a stop.

"Where are we?" I asked, just as the chauffeur opened the door.

“My place,” Jay replied with a grin. “I hope that's okay with you. There's something I want to show you."

Normally, I would have thought twice about going to the home of a man I'd just met, but there was just something about Jay that made him all but irresistible to me.

His house was beyond magnificent. The outside of it took up damned-near an entire city block, and the front yard stretched out around the sides of the house. There was a huge, circular, paved driveway at the front, and the limo had stopped directly in the middle.

I couldn't even imagine what it was he wanted to show me. I felt both excited and anxious simultaneously.

Taking my hand inside his, he proceeded to lead me through his humongous residence, showing me all of the different paintings and other extraordinary decor and informing me of the countries from which they'd been ordered. Finally, we came to this nice, dimly lit room with a beautiful faux fireplace against the rear wall. My eyes widened in amazement as we entered the romantic-looking space hand-in-hand.

"Wowww!" I exclaimed, as I had done several hundred times since we'd first gotten out of the limo. "This room is so..."

“Enchanting? ”Jay stated in a questioning tone, finishing my exclamation for me.

"Yeah! Definitely!” I agreed as I looked around in bewilderment.

There was a bar counter in the far left area of the room and what appeared to be a fully-stocked mini bar behind it. A lavish-looking cream-colored sectional sofa was in the middle of the space, facing the fireplace, and there was a huge matching rug laid out in front of it.

Just as I was about to remove my shoes out of respect for the rug, the lights suddenly dimmed lower, and about a hundred faux candles all lit up simultaneously. Also, smooth, relaxing, slow music immediately began to play. The candlelight appeared to dance to the beat of the music.

I was totally speechless and utterly astonished. I had never seen anything like it before. I glanced over at Jay, who had already removed his own shoes and was filling two wine glasses at the built-in mini bar.

"Please, have a seat, Y/N,” he said amorously, nodding toward the sectional.

I sat down and continued to enjoy the ambiance of the supremely romantic setting until he soon came over to join me and placed a glass of champagne in my hand.

"So? Do you like it?" he asked after taking a sip of his drink.

"Like it? This is absolutely amazing!" I said with a huge grin.

"I'm glad you think so. I've never brought any woman into this room until tonight.

"I find that extremely hard to believe,” I said honestly."

I may be a lot of things, Y/N, but I am definitely not a liar,” he asserted. “Men like me don't have to be in order to get what we want."

“Now that, I absolutely do believe,” I replied with a grin. “So, what is it that you want with me? ”

"Ahh, the billion-dollar question," he said sultrily.

Just then, a very popular song began to play.

"Ohh, I love this song!" he said excitedly as he stood up and held out his hand. “Dance with me.”

I didn't refuse. He pulled me upward and into his strong arms, and I wrapped mine around his neck. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating. I closed my eyes and pressed my body against his as we swayed to the music. Caught up in the moment, I felt like I could stay in his arms like that forever.

Then, suddenly, he pulled away for a moment and looked deep into my eyes.

“Y/N, you have it all. I adore your womanly physique, your stunningly bright brown eyes, and the fact that you are a very intelligent young woman. You are damned-near flawless. From the very first moment you walked into my office, I have had an undeniable, overwhelming attraction to you, and I know you feel it too."

I was completely speechless. I mean, what was I supposed to say? How do you even reply to a statement like that?

In all honesty, I was just as attracted to him as he was to me, but with him being both my boss and such a wealthy, sophisticated man, I think I felt a little bit intimidated. I'd never imagined myself being wined and dined with a billionaire Adonis like him.

I just kind of stood there, gazing into his tantalizing eyes like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush.

"Y/N,” he whispered as he suddenly spun me around so that he was behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Yes," I whispered back to him as the feeling of his warm breath against the nape of my neck instantly made me moist between my thighs.

I moaned as his soft lips brushed against the lobe of my him,. My body was instantaneously on fire for him and he had barely touched me.

"I want you," he whispered as his manly hands found my breasts and cupped them through the thin fabric of my cocktail dress.

The tips of his fingers found my nipples, causing another moan to escape my mouth. I felt his hand on the back of my neck, and then suddenly, my dress slid carelessly to the floor. I was braless, and this seemed to turn Jay on even more.

He groaned as I felt his manhood begin to stiffen against my ass.

"Y/N, you're fucking perfect,” he said gruffly, his voice raspy against my ear. “I want you. And you want me, too, don't you?

"Yes, Jay, yes," I moaned.

His hands squeezed my breasts, and I sighed loudly, arching my back. I felt his stiffening cock twitch in his pants.

"I'm twenty-eight years old, and I'm not getting any younger, Y/N. I've been looking for the right woman to bear my offspring, and you are the perfect specimen. I know you probably walked into the Park building today with your own plans and aspirations for your career and whatnot, but I have to be honest with you; I want you to bear my children.”

It was a lot to take in. He had certainly said a mouthful. I wasn't so sure about having kids with a man I'd just met, but he was definitely different from any other man I'd ever met, and odds were that I'd probably never meet anyone quite like him again.

His right hand slid down my midsection and into the front of my satin pants. I hissed with delight, biting down on my lip to stifle my cry of pleasure. He was applying just the right amount of pressure to my bud, and I was grinding my crotch against his hand.

"Don't hold back, Y/N,” he ordered in a breathy voice. “Let it all out!”

With that, he slid two fingers inside my dripping-wet pussy. I thrust my hips forward and let out a cry.

“Fuck, your pussy is already so wet for me! ”He declared with a grunt, pressing his erection against my ass.

Just as I was about to climax, he stopped, pulled his fingers out of my pants, and turned me around to face him. He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked my excitement out of them. My face flushed with need.

Then he pushed me down onto my knees as he undid his pants, releasing his stiff, throbbing cock. It was large—larger than I'd expected. It was definitely the biggest dick I'd ever seen in my twenty-four years on this earth. But I didn't care. I was going to try my damnedest to swallow it whole.

I caressed the shaft as I slid my tongue around the tip of his cock, teasing it gently, and then sliding it down into my mouth as far as it would go. I sucked it slowly and easily at first, and then I took my hand and used it with the rhythm of my mouth, sucking it as hard and fast as I could.

Groans fell from Jay's lips as he grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth. Then suddenly, he stopped me.

Easing the rest of the way out of his pants, he pulled me up toward him again and kissed me passionately, using his tongue to invade my mouth hungrily. I moaned as he began to trail his lips and tongue down my neck, pausing to lick, suck, and fondle both of my breasts, and then continuing down my belly until he reached the top of my pants.

With his teeth, he worked my pants down over my hips and buttocks, letting them drop to the floor near my dress. He parted my thighs slightly, using his fingers to slide my folds apart and massage my bud. Then, his lips replaced his fingers against my moist, pulsating pussy, and I cried out in sheer passion.

He was so skilled and talented—his tongue was like a fucking vibrating sex toy! He grabbed and squeezed my ass with one hand and used the other to slide two fingers back inside my pussy. I couldn't take it anymore!

"Fucckkk, I'm going to cum, Jay! I'm going to cum...so...fucking..." I couldn't even finish my sentence. His fingers pressed against my g-spot, and his tongue darted fast and hard against my pussy, sending me completely over the edge with the most powerful, intense, earth-shattering orgasm I had ever experienced.

My entire body shuddered and shook, and my legs tensed up. I grabbed his head as my crotch jerked forward uncontrollably against his face.

"Shiiiiittt! Oh fuuuuck!" I screamed loudly, unable to speak any other words.

When my climax finally began to wane, just as I was about to catch my breath, Jay suddenly lifted my legs up on his shoulders and gently pushed me down onto the soft, cream-colored rug lying me down on my back.

Not wasting a second, he slid his huge, hard cock into me slowly, with my legs still hoisted up on his shoulders.

I moaned long and hard as he stretched me to my limit, sliding deeper into my pussy than any other man had ever been.

“Fuck, Y/N, your pussy's so tight and wet! ," he exclaimed, moaning as he began to thrust in and out of me, going deeper with every stroke.

I was moaning so loudly that I could barely even hear the music playing anymore. His own groans became louder and longer with every thrust of his burly hips.

I reached up and wrapped my hands around his neck as he started fucking me harder and faster. It wasn't long before I felt a second orgasm building, getting closer and closer...

I still wasn't exactly certain about letting him impregnate me and make me the mother of his children, but the sex was fucking earth-shattering. I had never been fucked so good before! I felt his huge, stiff cock plunging in and out of me as I cried out in delirious pleasure.

Just as I was about to scream out loud, having reached my second powerful orgasm, he let out a loud, long groan, and I knew he was there, too. We were climaxing together simultaneously, and for a brief moment, it was like the two of us became one in our own world of bliss.

I felt his cock spurting his hot cum deep inside of me, filling my pussy to the brim, but it felt so fucking wonderful that I didn't give a shit. Besides, he was rich and handsome and could fuck like a damn machine.

As we finally came back to our senses, Jay kissed my lips as he slid out of me and plopped down on the rug beside me. The fake fire was still going, and the lights and music were still playing.

"That was, by far, the best sex I've ever had in my life,” I said breathily as I looked over at him.

"Me too," he said sultrily as he slid his arm beneath my neck.

With that, his eyes closed, as did mine, and we both drifted off into a satisfied slumber.

Jay and I continued to fuck like rabbits over the next few weeks, having hot, steamy, amazing sex every chance we got. And every time he came, he shot his hot cum deep inside of me.

Three weeks later, my pregnancy test came back positive. Jay was ecstatic, of course. At first, I had mixed emotions. I was going to become a mother. Was I really ready?

He immediately made me quit my job and put me in a beautiful condo with a view that overlooked the entire city. He found me the best doctors in the area and accompanied me to all of my prenatal appointments.

So I wouldn't be able to work for a while. I mean, babies don't stay babies. They eventually grow up into adults who can take care of themselves. Who knows? Once I've raised my kids, perhaps I'll still want to go back into the workforce.

For now, though, I think I'll just enjoy swelling with Jay's seed, growing rounder and riper by the day.

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[ pairing ] roommate!kamo choso x male reader [ genres ] fluffy romance, heavily suggestive, smutty smut [ cw ] phsyical contact, making out, hickeys; dominant top!choso & submissive bottom!reader, rough couch sex, no prep or protection, heavy dirty talk, breeding kink, size kink, belly bulging kink, choking, praising, pet names (doll, bunny, baby, slut >:D), biting, choso has a teensy bit of a small blood fetish [ words ] 3304 (its crazy how much smut changes the wc bro) [ another good read !] " mine. " *sfw version* please reblog fanfictions when you read one you like! likes do not help writers' algorithms!

choso heaved a heavy, tired sigh, letting his weight fall backward into his pillows- big, fluffy, and covered in black satin pillowcases. he let out a content, grateful, and utterly exhausted moan, followed by a big yawn. he stretched his arms up toward the ceiling, then let them fall limp on either side of his body, putting him in a comfortable sort of spread-eagle position.

choso simply lay there for a while, fifteen minutes passing where he didn't think at all. he simply lay there, existing. then a thought crossed his exhaustion-clouded mind.

he'll be home soon.

i can tell him.

choso grinned excitedly, rolling over onto his side and staring over at the bedroom door. after a (really) long moment he blushed a color similar to the youtube logo, a grin spreading onto his face. he rolled over onto his back, smiling happily, then he took four seconds for his lungs to inhale a deep breath. he held it in for four seconds, then let it out, taking about six seconds to completely exhale all the carbon dioxide. he closed his eyes, finally letting himself fall asleep- he slipped gently into a light, soft slumber.

but that one thought… "i can tell him…"

that thought lingered in the front of choso's mind, a feeling similar to the effects of a happy pill befalling his body- but without the inconvenient side effects.

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you lingered on the doorstep of your shared apartment for a moment, yawning loudly before quickly unlocking the door to the apartment, stepping swiftly inside and closing the door behind you. you slipped quietly into the bedroom- quietly as you could, of course, because you knew for a fact that your roommate was asleep on the bed. you wouldn't have even had to look to know- he was snoring the same way you used to.

you dropped your bag onto the desk next to the book shelf, entering the en-suite bathroom.

you bent over the sink, groaning quietly into your shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it into the hamper outside the bathroom door. you then went straight back to the sink, turning on the hot water. you filled up your cupped hands with hot water, tossing it upward and splashing it on your face. you turned and walked a couple feet and bent over the shower, shakng your head like a cat who fell into the tub. you turned again ad went to leave the bathroom, but as you reached the doorway into the bedroom your hand froze over the bathroom light switch, your face turned bright red, and your eyes widened, your heart starting to race.

choso was naked in bed, and he hadn't even pulled the covers up over himself.

well.. he had his black boxer shorts on… but nothing else.

he was otherwise completely naked, sprawled out comfortably on the bed you and he shared, in a cute sort of spread-eagle position.

choso's body was illuminated in pale white moonlight, his thickly muscled body shining in the light of the full supermoon.

you tried your very best not to look, you really did- but your efforts were futile.

"like whatcha see, bunny?"

your heart stopped for a second.

"you look absolutely delectable with that blush on your face, m/n. it makes me wanna take you for myself."

"i-um-" you started to say something to try to defend yourself, but the part of you that knew he wouldn't bully you over it shut you up real quick.

choso grinned, sitting up on his elbows and looking right at you, making direct eye contact with you.

your face turned an even more violent shade of red, now exceeding the vibrance of a japanese shrine.

choso giggled, sitting up completely in bed he stared fondly at you for a moment, then got up rather quickly and without very much warning. he made a casual, slowish beeline for you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you flush against his chest. his hands slid up your sides, shoulders and neck, then he cupped your face in his big, warm hands, forcing you to look at him. he waited a moment, letting you catch your breath- then he stole it from you lasciviously, bending down and stealing your lips in a hot, passionate, heart-skipping kiss.

"i love you, m/n." he said simply into your lips, picking you up by your waist and pressing you against the wall, making you wrap your legs around his waist reflexively. your arms went upward entirely non-reflexively and of their own accord, wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer to you, deepening the kiss deliciously.

choso growled possessively into your mouth, purposely making you moan. he used this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, squeezing your thighs with both hands before one hand went up and tangled into your hair. he yanked softly on the hair on the back of your head, right near the baby hairs, making you moan loudly into his mouth.

choso did let you breathe- eventually. before that, he spent a few seconds kissing you roughly and heatedly one more time before dropping you carefully back onto your feet and holding you avariciously against the wall with both hands on your waist. he touched his forehead to the top of your forehead right next to your hairline- he was that much taller than you- and looked into your eyes, trying to control his own breathing and heartbeat as he waited for you to say it back.

he knew you felt the same way, after all. he was a hundred and fifty-four years old, he had learned over a century ago how to read people's emotions toward him.

your chest heaved as you tried to control your breath, which had become sort of ragged and heavy as you looked up into choso's eyes, trying to find the strength to speak.

you grinned, putting your hands on his head and letting your fingers tangle into his thick, pretty black hair. you pulled him down and pressed your lips against his again, whimpering needily into the kiss in response to another low, possessive, heated growl that ripped from the bottom of choso's chest.

you let your heart slow down to its normal speed, then took another moment for your own emotions before you responded, smiling and pulling choso almost impossibly closer.

"i love you too, choso.." you pretty much whispered, blushing furiously as you tried really hard not to panic in response to the words that had just come out of your mouth.

choso grinned, hugging you tightly and picking you up again. he carried you effortlessly backward to the bed, dropping you carefully onto the black satin bedsheets.

"ugh, you're so god damned hot, cho…"

"cho?" choso repeated teasingly, "is that the first time you've called me that, m/n? or is your mouth moving faster than your heart and head?"

you blushed, pouting and looking away furiously. "no…" you spat, trying to keep up the facade, "i'm jus'- i thought it was cute. so i decided to call you cho."

choso's grin widened and he giggled, kissing you roughly before growling quietly against your lips, "say that again, i liked it." his voice was low, deep and husky, telling you that he had been in a pretty deep sleep before you had come home. the sound of his voice sent a shiver of heat and anticipation down your spine, blood rushing downward in your body.

"you're so hot, cho…" you whined into his lips, moaning whoreishly into his mouth when he used the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth again, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing ever so lightly.

"you're mine now, m/n." he hissed into your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tightly.

you grinned, hugging him just as tightly. "and you're mine."

"i can settle with that, kitten…" he purred into your ear, grinning when he felt your face heat up.

you grinned, blushing. "kitten? is that the first time you've called me that, choso? or is your mouth moving faster than your heart and head?"

choso chuckled, grinning widely as you mirrored his earlier cheeky comment. he slapped your cheek lightly, licking your neck.

"no, i've called you that before… i just so happen to own a diary, and no, kitten, you're not allowed to read it."

you snorted, kicking choso's cheek. "pff, i'm good. i'd rather find out the things you dream about doing to me in real time."choso's grin widened to the point where it kind of hurt, but he didn't care. he finally had you all to himself…

and he was never going to let go of you.

"mine."

you grin, growling as you pull him down into another kiss- but this one is hotter, more rough. choso growls too, his hands sliding down your waist and squeezing your ass and thighs, making you moan into his mouth. he seized the opportunity once again, shoving his tongue into your mouth as he started to grind his hips against yours.

you pulled back involuntarily, letting your head fall back into the pillows as you groaned, starting to grind your own hips up into his. he growled warningly, holding your hips down with one hand, the other tangling into your hair and yanking it just roughly enough to make you moan loudly. the sound faded into another of its kind as choso latched onto your throat with his mouth, biting down just barely hard enough to lure a bit of blood from your veins. he groaned into your neck, dragging his tongue across the wound and relishing in the sweet, yet metallic taste.

"f-ch-choso..." you whined in a high-pitched voice, your back arching up involuntarily, your body pressing up against his.

"yeah, bunny?"

"i-i need you, p-please..." you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him a little tighter than you intended. choso grinned, grabbing your face with both hands and forcing you to look at him.

"that's exactly what i wanted to hear, doll." he purred in a low voice. his grin widened and he dragged his tongue across your throat again, latching onto the side of your neck right underneath the right end of your jawline. he sucked on your neck hungrily, letting himself drown in the pretty whines and moans that fell from your mouth. his chest swelled with pride as he heard his name come out a few times; clearly no one else had ever been able to reduce you to such a mess as he had without even taking his or your pants off...

choso wondered what you'd look like when he finally did.

"choso, c'mooon..." you whined needfully, burying your face in his neck and pulling him closer. choso's hand slid down your chest and abs, letting his nails scrape softly against your skin and grinning when you moaned quietly in response to the feeling.

"take your pants off, bunny," he whispers quietly, sitting up and grinning again when you whined in response to the loss of contact. you sit up, kicking your jeans off quickly before pulling choso into another kiss. choso growls into your mouth, his body shaking a little in response to your hands sliding down his waist and squeezing his thighs.

"your hands feel so good, baby..." he whispered into your mouth, kissing you back in the rough, heated, passionate pace that you had set. he sneakily slips a hand into the waistband of your boxer shorts, letting his fingers play around affectionately (more possessively than anything else) with the skin of your hips.

"want me to fuck you, m/n?" choso whispered into your ear, "yeah? want me to fill you up with my cock? fuck you till you can't breathe enough to moan my name?"

a sound came out of your mouth somewhere between a moan and a groan, your voice dripping with need that was more than evident to your bright, empathic roommate.

"god yes, choso, please, fuck me, i need it so bad-" you whined, hugging choso even tighter. he grinned, growling predatorily as his hands raked down your body for what had to be the billionth time that night. his fingers hooked into the waistband of your boxers again and he pulled them down to your thighs, leaning down and purring into your ear.

"take them off, doll."

you grinned, pushing him off and kicking off your boxers, exposing yourself completely to him.

"finally..." choso groans, using his body to shove you down onto the bed, and now was the moment you noticed that choso had removed his own boxers, probably a while ago. he grabs you by the chin, his grip gentle but firm as he turns your head back upward to look at him.

"like whatcha see, bunny?" he repeats, grinning. before you can respond, he leans down and quickly grabs you up in another kiss. you nod furiously, and choso grabs you by your waist and lets his weight fall on top of you, then rolls over so that you're on top of him.

"ride me, then," he growls, "if you last long enough i'll give you exactly that... i'll fuck you till you can't breathe."

as he speaks, his hand slides up your body and he slips two fingers into your mouth. you take them gladly, sucking on them happily for about thirty seconds before choso pulls them out. both of you grin as you see the string of saliva that connected your lips with his fingers. he rolled you over again and sat up between your legs. he grabbed your hips and pulled you toward his hips, wrapping your thighs around his waist.

choso grinned, leaning down and dragging his tongue up your stomach, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. his body heated up in response to the whoreish moan that came out of your mouth when he slowly, carefully slid his two fingers into you. he bent down and kissed you again- this time, it was more soft and comforting than the other times your lips had connected with his that night.

"does that feel good, bunny?" he purred into your ear, twisting his wrist a little with his finger still inside you. he waited till you nodded vigorously, then pressed another finger inside you. you moaned quietly as he moved his fingers skillfully inside you, making your thighs trying to close up. but because they were still wrapped around choso, all you ended up doing was squeezing his waist and making him growl again.

as a result of your mind steadily becoming more fogged with pleasure, you giggled. choso's eyebrow went up, and he grinned again. you giggled again, making grabby hands at him. now it was his turn to giggle; he leaned into your embrace, letting you pull him down into another kiss.

"i really need you to stop teasing me," you said with a cute, aggressive pout that nearly broke choso's heart. he chuckled, carefully pulling his fingers out of you and quickly replacing the emptiness with the tip of his cock. he touched his forehead to yours, using one hand to pull you gently up by the back of your neck into a kiss as he slowly, carefully pushed his length into your tight hole.

"f-fuck..." you and choso moaned in unison. your eyes rolled back into your head for a moment as you tried your best to process the feeling of being so full- filled to the brim with the man you'd been so madly, hopelessly in love with for so long.

choso growled like a hungry animal as he bottomed out inside you. unable to hide from the urge to mess you up, he pressed his hand into your stomach as he started to move. you barely managed to contain yourself as this tiny, simple action sent you careening up into cloud nine, moaning loudly several times in a row- choso's name was sprinkled into the mix.

"f-nnngh, fuck, choso, fuck that feels so good..." you moaned.

"yeah, i know, bunny," he growled, applying more pressure as he started to move faster, putting a bit more force into his thrusts. he kept on like this for a couple of minutes, adding more speed and strength in small increments until, without any warning for poor little you, he hit your prostate. now, this would have felt damn good, yes, but choso was laying on top of you at a very precise angle, and when he hit your prostate, he hit it at an angle that drove every nerve in your body up the wall, dragging a sound out of your throat that could have been accused of being a scream, and the accuser would be correct.

choso only grinned evilly when he heard that sound come out of your mouth. his hand snaked up your body, relieving the pressure and making you whine in protest- but the sound quickly turned into a strangled moan as choso wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed.

you whined, squirming impatiently underneath choso's weight as your body started to burn with the immeasurable craving for more... more. you needed more. and you barely managed to voice this through the hazy white fog of pleasure clouding your brain cells.

"ch-choso- more-nngh, more, please..." you whimpered, hugging choso tightly with both your arms and legs, using your body to urge him to give in to your request. and to your luck, choso grinned, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing tightly as he started to move more quickly, abusing your prostate just the way you'd asked him to. the coil in your gut... it was starting to melt, it was so hot.

it burned, it made every nerve ending in your body flare up. it made your whole body feel alive, and this was not a feeling you had felt before-

and you weren't a virgin.

choso hit your prostate particularly hard at one point and your eyes rolled up into your skull, a feral groan tearing its way out of the back of your throat. your whole body shook as your long-awaited release hit you head-on, choso's name falling from your love-swollen lips like a mantra. choso didn't hold out much longer than you; the feeling of your body pulling him in like a black hole didn't help very much. he squeezed you with all the remaining strength in his arms, burying his face in your neck and biting down possessively as he filled you to the brim.

choso collapsed completely into your body, letting the warmth of your arms surround and comfort him as he came down from the high. his hand slid up your body, touching the side of your neck and caressing the [s/c] perfectly love-bruised skin with his thumb. you smiled weakly, doing your best to focus on the feeling, using it to ground yourself back in reality and come down from your own high.

"that was…" choso started, trailing off.

"i don't even know how to label it…" you whispered.

"i don't think there's even a word for it." choso realized after spending a couple seconds trying to get his brain to think. "i do know one thing, though… i love you, m/n. i want you all to myself, forever. is that alright with you, bunny?"

you grinned, burrowing your nose into his neck and nodding furiously.

"yeah, that's better than alright."

"then y'know what that makes you, my pretty little slut?" choso said, moving his head up a little and looking into your eyes.

"what?" you challenged, your grin widening. choso leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that was impossibly strong and heated after what you and he had just done.

"mine."

© uraharasfavoriteexperiment.

[strawchocoberry]

DISTORTED DEVOTION 

I’m about to take you back to church

kinktober 2024 — day five

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ featuring. togame jo x fem reader

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ content warnings. smut, size kink, corruption kink, virginity loss, cunnilingus, voice kink, fingering, dirty talk, orgasm denial, nipple play, dacryphilia, breeding kink

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ synopsis. confession from the old cathedral — word count. 2k

The silence in the cathedral this late hour is both calming and unnerving. Your friends had dragged you to participate in the Devil’s Night event organised by the Horsemen, but if you were honest, you weren’t that interested. So, during a split up, you got separated from them, claiming that your favourite Horseman was rumoured to be hanging out in the cathedral. Of course, none of them got in your way. 

And now you’re here, sitting silently inside the confessional, waiting out the event. Time seems to be passing slowly, until you hear footsteps. Your breath hitches and you remain silent, thinking that someone just came by to check if there’s anyone here. They’ll leave once they notice “nobody” is here. Yet instead of leaving, the footsteps only seem to be getting closer to where you are. The door to the other side of the confessional opens and you feel a strong presence entering. 

Your first instinct is to run. Who other than yourself is so crazy as to come to this old and forgotten cathedral? However, your body is glued to your seat, unable to yield to your brain’s command to “move”. 

“I know you’re there,” you hear a low, featherlike male voice. “You don’t need to pretend you’re one with the confessional.” A small gentle laugh. 

You fumble with your skirt, not quite sure whether you should reply to him or not. You didn’t expect anyone to show up; what you told your friends was a mere lie to get yourself out of the game. Is this some sort of twisted divine punishment? Mentally, you pray for him to leave time and again. 

“You’re not going to reply? How rude.” He laughs. 

Seeing as he doesn’t seem to be leaving any time soon, you decide to be the first one to see yourself out. When you stand up, the wooden floor underneath you creaks a bit. 

“Oh so you really are there.” There’s a shift from his side. “And here I was thinking you might be a ghost.” 

“A ghost?” you ask. “That’s stupid.” 

“While that might be stupid, you’re still rude for ignoring me.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “On. Purpose,” he enunciates. 

You narrow your eyes, looking through the thin wall separating you, as if you’re trying to put a bullet to his head with your gaze. “I’m leaving,” you announce, your hand stretching to reach for the handle. 

“Not even an apology. I guess I found myself a rude girl tonight.” 

There’s something in the way that man is speaking so slow and chill, as if he’s in a constant state of nirvana, that irritates you. Who is he? Buddha? 

“Sorry for ignoring you,” you blurt out curtly. “There, happy now?” Your voice betrays your impatience to leave. 

“Mmmm, no, not quite.” 

“Huh?”

“You were going to leave without apologising. And then you apologised so forcefully. Your words didn’t have an ounce of honesty.” 

He is literally getting on your nerves. You could easily walk out and sprint your way out of the cathedral, but you can tell he’s now messing with you. And you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking he makes your skin crawl; even if he does. Letting go of the handle, you sit back down, pressing your back against the wall and looking at his direction. 

“What do you want? An honest apology? Sorry, can’t.” 

He laughs, again. 

What’s his deal? How can he be so laid-back? 

“If you’re just going to laugh, I’ll leave.” 

“So feisty. It makes me wonder what secrets you hide.” 

There’s a change in the atmosphere. You cannot see his face, but you can feel that something about him has changed. You just can’t put your finger on it. 

“So, will you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“One of your secrets,” he replies. “Think of it as your honest apology for being rude earlier.” 

You cannot tell if he’s joking or if he genuinely expects you to share something so personal to a complete stranger. 

“Why do you want to hear one of my secrets?” 

“As I said, it’s your apology,” he repeats. “Besides, we’re inside a confessional. Don’t you think this is a proper setting for you to confess a secret?” 

You remain silent, losing yourself in your mind, trying to think of something, anything, that you can tell him. As long as it’s true and harmless. You won’t see each other again anyway. And yet, the more you try to unearth the safest secret to confide to this stranger, nothing comes to mind. 

The words leave your lips before your brain can even register what you just said. “I’m a virgin.” 

You don’t even know why from all the things you could have said, you blurted that one out. You could say about how you stole candy from your cousin when you were kids and he wasn’t paying attention. Or how you had cheated on one of your exams. Anything, anything, would have been better than that. 

There’s a long, extended silence between you, before you hear him sigh and stand up, the wood underneath him creaking. He opens the door and you close your eyes, relieved. He’s going to leave. 

Or at least that’s what you thought, before he swings your door open. As the dim light of the moon illuminates his face, your eyes widen in recognition of the “stranger”. Togame. Togame Jo. 

You watch him come inside the confessional, trapping you into the cramped space, and drop to his knees. He spreads your legs as much as he can, hiking up your skirt to reveal your panties. Togame kisses your inner thighs, goosebumps erupting all over your skin. You’re looking at him like a buffoon, unable to move or think. 

“I can change that,” he whispers with a dark smirk on his lips. 

Before you even realise it, his fingers hook around your waistband and pull your panties down. He takes them off your ankles and stuffs them in his pocket. You flinch when he runs his long digits up your folds. His smirk only grows bigger as your slick coats his fingers, your cheeks blushing when his eyes meet yours. 

“Hmmm…” he murmurs. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already this soaked for me?” 

His words make your blushing intensify. You avert your gaze nervously, looking anywhere but him. “I-It’s… your voice…” Once again, the words leave your lips without permission. 

“My voice?” Togame asks, licking his fingers clean of your arousal. 

“I-It’s turning me on,” you respond, trying to press your thighs together. 

But he doesn’t let you, holding them nice and spread for him. 

“Too bad, because I’m dying to hear your voice.” 

Before you can decipher his words, Togame dives between your legs, his tongue darting out to lick a fat stride up your folds, getting a better taste of you. Quickly, you bite down on your lip to muffle your moan, then cover your mouth with your hand. Looking at him, you see the displeasure written all over his handsome face. But that doesn’t seem to deter him, as he starts making out with your pussy. 

“You taste so sweet, little one,” he says, taking a moment to bathe in his reflection in your eyes. “I could eat you forever.” 

Togame sucks on your clit, toying with it and sharing open mouthed kisses with your cunt. He manages to earn a few muffled cries and moans from you, but he’s nowhere done yet. His lips focus on your clit, while he stuffs your pussy with his fingers, pumping them in and out, curling them up and repeatedly hitting that one specific spot inside you that makes you clench around him. And as much as you try, ultimately, you can’t help but shamelessly moan. 

“So pretty,” Togame murmurs on your cunt. 

He continues eating you out and you feel a strong feeling building up inside you, about to snap any moment. And when you’re so so so close to it, he steals it away, pulling back away from you. He observes you, the flushed cheeks, the heaving chest, the parted lips, the mess he’s made of your sweet pussy. And that’s nothing. He’s about to make an even bigger mess. 

“I-I…” 

“Hmm?” he responds, standing up. 

But you close your mouth, embarrassed. “I-I didn’t cum…” is what you were going to say. But it doesn’t matter. How foolish of you to think he’ll actually fuck you. Of course, he was just messing with you. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, yet you’re stubbornly holding them back. You want to ask him to give you your panties back, although you doubt he will. So, you just sit there, in the confessional, feeling overly self-conscious and so damn sexually frustrated, praying once more that he leaves. 

You squeal when Togame wraps his arms around you and lifts you up, taking you out of the confessional. You cling to him, afraid that you’ll fall off. You feel his taught, broad shoulders flex underneath your delicate touch. He carries you all the way to the altar, where he lays his Shishitoren jacket and then lies you down on your back on top of it. You must be looking at him with a mix of awe and fear, because he bursts out laughing. 

“Don’t be scared, little one,” he coos, pressing himself between your legs. 

Only now do you realise just how much bigger he is compared to you. His hands lift up your shirt and pull down your bra, revealing your perky nipples. He takes one in his mouth, biting it and making you whimper. 

Togame looks up at you and leans closer, his soft lips capturing yours in a sheering kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck, keeping him close. You bite his lip as revenge for him leaving you hanging earlier and he groans against you. You try to pull away, yet he grabs the back of your head and forces you on his lips. 

And then you feel it. He’s so slowly pushing himself inside you. Your entire body tenses at the intrusion, tears springing free from your eyes. You hit and scratch his chest, trying to push him away, but he doesn’t badge. Only when he’s fully inside you does he break the kiss, looking down at you. 

“You look like a wounded kitten,” he says, wiping away a tear. 

He remains still for a few moments, giving you time to adjust to him. But the way your pussy is clenching around him, throbbing with so much need to be fucked, he can’t stay in control for long. Togame runs his hand through his hair, pushing it back, as he looks down at you. He grabs your waist and starts thrusting inside you, slowly, yet hard. 

“Fuck… Sorry, I can’t resist pounding your little cunt,” he jokes, your whimpers and cries about it hurting filling his ears. 

Togame shuts you up by kissing you, his thrusts only becoming harder by the second. And at some point you cannot differentiate pain from pleasure. Upon this altar, you willingly offer up your body to this demon, who hasn’t even shown you his true colours yet. Your moans are chants meant only for him. He can’t help his smirk when you start begging him to let you cum. Because unlike before, you feel like you’ll die if he denies you this time. 

He loves the way you look at him, as if he’s God. Grabbing your hair, he leans closer to your head, resting his forehead on yours. “So pure… Yet already so corrupted by desire.” 

His thrusts are impatient, his own orgasm nearing. You scream his name as you feel yourself coming undone all over his cock, the sight of your face etched in blissful ecstasy triggering his own orgasm, hot ropes of cum spilling inside you. 

Togame leans closer, his lips brushing over yours. “You’re mine.” It’s not a request. It’s an order. One he seals with a kiss. 

© strawchocoberry — do not copy, repost, translate or reuse my work

[cherubfae]

𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫, 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶 {𝔩𝔢𝔬𝔫 𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔡𝔶}

Happy Halloween, my loves! And a blessed Samhain to my fellow pagans! Please have a safe and lovely holiday no matter what you do or don't celebrate! Now then, care to spend some time with Mr. Kennedy? Please, mind the tags! Thank you!! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

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tags: ghostface!RE4!Leon, fem!reader, masturbation, voyeurism, unprotected sex, fear/domination roleplay, consensual, fake home invasion scenario, Leon is kinda mean, dirty talk, pet names, breeding kink, perverted call trope, killer x victim trope, consensual dubcon (just in case), predator/prey dynamics, dumbification, dacryphilia, aftercare

"Bend over, sugar. I wanna see that pretty little pussy." The modified voice growled with a fiery hunger. The stranger's words made you wet soooo easily. You shift forward, hiking up your skirt and wiggle your ass in the direction of your window. He growled with pleasure, breathing trembling. Faint slick noises echo from the mysterious caller's line. Was he...?

"Yeah.. Fuck.. Look at that cunt. You're so sweet, doll. Your panties barely cover your pretty lil' pussy lips... Just beggin' for a fat, thick cock inside ya, huh?" The man snarled. "Say it. I wanna hear my pretty prey beg me to fuck her."

Heat rises to your cheeks, your teeth worrying at your lip. "P-please, mister... Please, come fuck me. I wanna feel you stretch me open."

"Fuckkkkkk..." He drew out the word with a deep, breathy growl. You could practically feel his breath tremble through the receiver. Curiously, you seem to find yourself grinning at the conversation. Hell. You were enjoying it. You liked the idea of this stranger jerking off to you. You wanted to be used by him. Defiled.

The old floorboards creaked behind you. "Don't mind if I fuckin' do, dollface."

You quickly turn with wide eyes, blinking rapidly at the sudden imposing male in your living room. The rubber mask he wore was shrouded in black, like a hood, the face was stretched in a ghoulish, eternal scream. The empty black eyes were soulless and terrifyingly hot. Through the thin silver of mesh that covered the eyeholes, you could barely make out stormy ocean eyes; the pupils large and black.

The rest of his attire wasn't too impressive, but his stature was. Broad shoulders and muscular arms stretched the polyester inky robe taut, well defined pectorals and, fuck, even his abdomen was perfectly sculpted. Every hard angle of him outlined against the slightly shimmery fabric like tiny silver stars splashed onto a pitch black night sky.

"Fuck, you look even sweeter in person." His head cocks to the side, huffing deeply through the mask. He lowered his face to you, the mask cool against your heated skin. "Looks like I caught myself a willing pup."

Heavy, wet smacks of the masked stranger's swollen balls thudding against your ass rings round and round in your ears. Tears drip down your cheeks, your thighs burning under the strain of having them tucked to your chest for so long. You vaguely hear him chuckle cruelly, his large hand keeping you pinned to the coffee table--which had been nearest surface.

"Fuck, look at ya, doll. You're not gonna be able to see just how I wide I'm stretchin' ya if you cry too much... Not that I mind one fuckin' bit. You're the real Halloween treat, aintcha? Sweeter than any candy." He pressed his mask face against your heated cheeks, the rubber cool on your skin.

You're almost painfully lying at an angle against the low wooden table, unable to think of anything but his impossibly thick cock pistoning in and out of your wet channel. You've gone numb to your own lewd noises, you crying, your moans, the wet squelch of your pussy. Faintly, you can hear the wood creak and groan beneath the added weight.

Slowly, your eyes lift to the stranger, your mind clouded with a dense fog, slowly dragging them down the muscular outline of his shoulders and torso, to where he'd yanked up the hem of his robe and bared the slightly tanned, taut muscular skin of his stomach and his neatly trimmed pubic mound; the girth of his flushed cock a centerpiece in the course curls of ashen blond hair.

The stranger's muscles flex tightly, too enraptured in his own movements to notice your stare. The hazy, lustful admiration you send his way. He'd pulled his cock free from his pants. Of average length, beautifully flushed, and already glistening with pre. His cock was deliciously thick and heavy. Like it weighed him down. Like it hurt to be gifted such a perfect cock.

He fits inside of you so well. It's overwhelming in the most pleasing of ways, how he seemed to be able to stroke places inside of you that you'd never seemed to reach. The second he slipped inside, you knew you were a goner.

Sound rushes back and crashes into you like a tidal wave, like you'd been plugged back in. Your moans and sobs bounce off the walls of your living room. The stranger's laugh resounds in your ears, pulling you out of your own mind for a second.

"Pftt.. You even moan like a little slut, don't you? Hear now needy this puffy pussy is for me? Pathetic, princess, really... If I had been any other killer, would you have put out for them as easily as you did for me? No?" He mocked the last word, breath coming out in deep, shuddering pants. "Tell me why I don't believe you, princess."

Swallowing thickly, you arch upwards into him, loosely rolling your hips to meet his pounding thrusts. "No one... No one makes me feel this good, Mr. Ghostface, sir..."

"Ghostface?" The stranger cooed, full of faux sweetness. "Oh, I like that. I think I'll use that for the next pretty kitty I spray against the walls. Why the long face? Nothin' to get upset about. This is the only cunt I am interested in." He bowed over your body, hips snapping with visceral force.

You grunt, eyes closing as his cock repeatedly nudges at your cervix. "Everyone else is swine as far as I'm concerned. But you, sugar, you're the real fuckin' deal. Gonna make me marry you, huh? Is that it? Gonna make a filthy fuckin' killer marry you because of you and your sweet pussy?"

Everything was starting to feel a bit too much. He was hitting a bit too deep, talking a bit too much, and your mind was spinning like a top, way too fast, and about to topple over.

A pained whine leaves your lips faster than you realize and you feel the man above you stutter, his movements stilling for a second as he looks down at you; deep blue eyes more visible in the soft glow of the table lamp. His facade was slipping, little by little.

He's waiting, you realize, waiting silently for you to give him the go ahead. Asking a million questions with just one look at his crystalline eyes. You nod your head, feeling a bit like jelly with how numb your legs have gotten.

"Words." His tone brooked no argument. Swallowing thickly, you shift up the table a little. Your bare, sweaty skin squeaking against the polished wood.

Managing a soft, reassuring smile, you nod again. "You can move, Leon. I'm okay."

With a fierce growl, Leon yanked off the mask, his hair sweaty and disheveled, and scooped you up and off the table, carrying you through the hall towards your bedroom. The mask lay forgotten on the sofa cushions.

Curling into his embrace, you softly nuzzle him noting how your roles were most definitely forgotten by this point. Leon wasn't fond of accidentally hurting and even in roleplay, he would never do so intentionally.

"M'not gonna risk that again." Your boyfriend grumbled, tucking your head under his chin. "We're gonna do something different, baby."

"Okay, honey." You nuzzle him, sweetly. He looked down at you with a slight smile, his eyes visibly softening and pupils slowly widened. "I really was okay though."

"I know. But that was more than enough for me." Leon grunted next to your ear and splayed his warm palm across your back. Your delicious cunt is still snuggled tight around his thick length, every jostle sinking you down deeper.

Kicking the bedroom door open, his heavy stomping echoes as he hurls his boots off of his feet and settles your naked body atop the crisp sheets. Holding himself above you.

"I'm gonna make it up to you. Gonna let me taste you, baby?" Cupping your cheek in his large hand, his touch is sweet and reverent. You smile and lean into his touch, giving him a little nod. Leon's lips quirk upwards. "Good."

Leon kisses a trail between your breaths, mapping out a path across your skin. His lips slide gently over your stomach and finally lower to your aching core. Parting your folds with two fingers, he dives in.

He's a messy eater. Lapping and sucking and moaning against your skin, furiously swiping the tip of his tongue against your bundle of nerves; two fingers knuckle deep inside of you the entire time, curling into a language 'come here' motion. And you know he won't be stopping any time soon.

It seems like hours have passed when Leon pulls himself from your warm cunt. He replaced his tongue and fingers with his cock. The soft, plush tip sliding to part your lower lips for him, gathering your spilling nectar with a rapt moan.

"This pussy was made f'me, wasn't it, baby?" Leon looked down at you tenderly. Easing his hips forward, it's not long before his thick length sinks into you fully. Leon settles into an easy push-pull motion, rocking himself into you. His hand grappled for your hip, hiking your leg slowly to rest on his shoulder. And then the other one.

The bed rocks and creeks violently under the animalistic motions. Leon's snarling is borderline feral, you have half a mind to wonder if he was actually a werewolf this year. Round, heavy balls snap wetly against your ass and the coarse hairs surrounded dick feel like heaven as he fucks you dumb.

"Give it to me... come on, baby. I know you got in ya." Leon stroked his hand down your tummy to toy with your wet clit. Making tight, quick circles, Leon sends you careening off the edge and crying out his name.

With a loud shout, Leon's hips snap flush to yours. He's cumming, cumming, cumming. Cock throbbing as he gives you every last pent-up drop he has to offer. Until you're dripping in his seed and it overflows; leaking out of your poor, soft hole. Sweeping his tip across your clit, Leon prolongs both your pleasure for a couple more seconds. His softened cock slides between your folds, guiding himself back in to feel your nice, warm heat around him once again.

"Did it feel okay? It wasn't too much?" Leon asked, gently running a warm washcloth between your thighs. He tenderly cleans away every drop of your combined fluids. Aftercare was something he enjoyed just as much as the main act itself. "I felt like, maybe, that I was getting a little too into it at times..."

"No, no, I'm so glad you had fun. I promise I had fun too. I was a little sad that we ended it so early into the evening." You smile and shake your head. "It was perfect. You were perfect. Thank you for trying it out with me."

Leon chuckled, the corner of his lip crooking into a smile. Leaning down to you, he kisses your head and gently runs his knuckles down your cheek. He finished up and helped you slip into some extra comfortable pyjamas. It was still Halloween for a few more hours.

"Well, maybe we'll continue it next year?" A hint of hopefulness glimmered from his words. Guess the tough-guy agent really did enjoy letting loose and being the big, bad guy sometimes. Especially if it meant he was balls-deep inside of you.

You lay back among the strewn pillows and messy sheets, humming in agreement. Leon settles against your side on his tummy, propping his chin on your shoulder.

"I didn't realize ghosts were non-binary."

Leon's statement came completely out of the blue. You snicker softly and look at your boyfriend confused. Raising a brow, you motioned for him to continue. "I'm sorry-- they what?"

He grinned, "Ghosts. No matter their gender they're all wearing dresses!" He waggled his eyebrows, clearly impressed with his joke.

You groan, tossing your head back in mock exasperation. "Leonnn!"

Leon's laughter echoed throughout the house, full of mirth, more than content to be in his own little bubble with you while the town enjoyed the hauntingly fun festivities.

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SKZ Mate: Chapter 5

Warnings: Childhood trauma, communes, assault, verbal threats

"Hollow Woods is where I grew up. On the Eastbank near Wraithwood. I grew up in a relatively large pack, there were about twenty other werewolves. Some alpha. Some beta and some omega. The majority of them, all had children. I was one of the children. There were roughly 15 or 18 children, there may have been more. It was more like a commune. The children of the pack would go to school in the morning and learn how to be a werewolf. You would learn the basics of hunting and survival skills. The older children, like myself, would learn how to be what we are. In my case, learn about being an omega...

You were incredibly unlucky if you were an omega in our pack. It was the worst thing to ever be. If you were an omega you were fated to downfall. As a female omega, your job was to be a concubine for an alpha. To produce an Apex. Yet, it was never possible for them. The majority of omegas that were born were male in our pack. The ones who were female lost their lives because they were succumbed to mistreatment. Omega's had little rights in our tribe. They were subjected to their alphas most of the time, meaning when an alpha wanted something an omega did it. If an alpha had a rut they needed an omega. If an alpha was angry they needed an omega to take the pain away. Despite all that, an omega was not allowed near an alpha nor a Beta. They were only allowed near them if the called upon them or sent them to a beta. It was tough for all of us. Even for my mother!

My mother was an omega, conceived by two omegas that rebelled against their alphas. Before they were sentenced to death they pleaded with the alpha at the time to take my mother in. My mother was 14 at the time when she watched her parents die. My mother swore she would never make the same mistake her parents made. Instead, my mother was forced to be with our head alpha as his mate in hopes of producing an Apex, but sadly it never happened. My brothers Joshua, Samuel and I were born as Omega. Even my younger brother Milo came out as an omega. We watched our mother for years get slandered and beaten by our alpha for never conceiving an Apex. What was funny to us was our mother conceived an Alpha with Jiyong! Turns out our head alpha cannot conceive other alphas because they were not soul mates. Poor Alpha Jackson! He never got what he dreamed of.

That was until our head alpha committed a heinous act. He forced an omega to conceive an apex through necromancy. This led to an upral with neighbouring packs, particularly one pack. They threatened our pack and told them they would be reported to the elders and the council. So they had to make a pact, or a trade, if you will. They will keep the secret of the apex being born through necromancy if my pack hands over a virgin omega! Well, you see, that was easy for our head alpha because I was the only virgin female omega. The only reason I was a virgin omega is because I hated half of the beta boys in our back. They were flamboyant casanova peacocks."

"So what happened to the apex and their mother did they survive? I've never heard of the omega mother surviving a forced apex pregnancy?" Changbin interrupted her novella out of curiosity. He had heard the story of an apex being born but he didn't think it was true. "From what the pack I was given to told me, they both didn't survive. The mother died during childbirth and the apex died because he went into a sub-drop too early on." Y/N answered with a shrug. "That's crazy. What were they thinking." Changbin stated. He couldn't believe an infant could go through a sub-drop. It was near enough impossible. "Not to disrespect your pack nor your family, but was it more like a breeding farm?" Seungmin asked, causing everyone in the room to freeze. They all thought the same thing but no one wanted to say anything to offend her as she was opening up for the first time with them. "Ah. Yes. Yes it was. They breed to create omegas in hopes that omega would be an alpha's soul mate. Yet it never happened or the omega rebelled and fled"  Y/N answered sadly as she looked down at the wooden floor. "That's fucked up," Seungmin stated. He was about to continue when Chan stopped him with a warning glare. "Please continue Y/N. If at any point it gets too much we can stop and talk about it another day." Chan reassured with a promise.

"Going back to what I was saying. I was basically given to-" "It was Ateez wasn't it? You were given to Hongjoong." The red-haired alpha interrupted with a low growl. His eyes narrowed in on her. "How di-" "I can smell him all over you. Such a disgrace." Hyunjin spat before walking out, leaving the room with an icy feeling. None of them knew what to say at Hyunjins outburst. "Please don't mind Hyunjin little wolf. Hyunjin has quite the history with Ateez." Chan explained with a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Chan realised this might complicate things as Chan had already stolen from Hongjoong before. "It makes sense," Seungmin added as he watched the omega drop her head in shame. "What does hyung?" The younger alpha asked as he pulled on Seungmin's jumper. "Why our omega was so afraid of us? Look at her Innie. Look at the state of her. You can tell what they've done to her. It was probably that demonic little alpha." Seungmin growled making the omega shrink into the sofa even more. "Seonghwa isn't an alpha," Y/N muttered. "What?" They all said. "Seonghwa is a beta. He just pretends to be an alpha. They only have one other alpha, Wooyoung. It's only because Hongjoong gives him the power that he acts like a fucking alpha." Y/N growled, her eyes sparkling in anger. "So the other six are Betas?" Chan asked in confirmation causing Y/N to stare at him in bewilderment. "You mean the other four are betas. Two of them are omegas. Three including me." Y/N said. "Wait what!" Jisung and Changbin shouted. "Those fucking liars. They're corrupted." Changbin screamed. "Yeah, and you guys are not corrupt," Y/N answered as she rolled her eyes. As far as she was aware Straykids was as bad. "I guess that means we have a lot to think about, but for now let's hold that thought. We can think about Ateez's politics later." Chan looked around the room before continuing. " Minho can you go and check on Hyunjin he will need your guidance. Changbin take Jisung and Seungmin to the border and patrol for the next few hours. They will have realised Y/N-"

Everything sped up for Chan in an instant. One minute his omega was opening up about her background and the next minute she was on the floor withering in immense pain. He knew within seconds it was her previous alpha trying to track her down. He was trying to communicate with her through his bond and mark, but it was only resulting in her suffering. It was clear to Chan that her old alpha, Hongjoong, was trying to make her suffer. Chan knew he needed to remove the mark from her, both of them, but it would be too obvious. He needed Hyunjin to help him and he needed him to act now, regardless of the consequences!

"Hyunjin!" A panicked Chan called out. Within seconds of calling Hyunjin, Chan had his mouth over the top of Hongjoong's mark and bit down on top of it at the same time Hyunjin bit down on the mark on her ass. Both of them could feel the power of the two Ateez marks as they tried to override it by forcing their power onto her. The problem with overriding an alpha mark is it could result in death for that omega. Wolves knew it was rare to have a soul mate which was why they heavily branded and marked their omegas so they wouldn't go missing. Ateez was aware of that. They knew she wasn't really theirs, but they had to lie to her so she wouldn't leave them. What neither of the Alphas realised was how much power the two Ateez alphas had. Chan and Hyunjin were struggling to break the bond as they assaulted her neck, forcing submission. It was an awful sight to see and quite frankly frightened the other forgotten wolves who were witnessing the assault. They had never seen either of the alphas in such an aggressive sadistic state. They couldn't believe how quickly Chan ripped her jumper to sink his fangs straight into her. His eyes glowed a dark shade of ruby as blood poured down her neck. Hyunjin, wasn't any kinder as he bit down on her ass with a deep growl, is hands dug into her calf while the other dug into her waist, leaving nail marks.

The two younger betas, Felix and Jisung were in hysterics as they jumped straight into Minho's lap cuddling up to him. They didn't like to see their omega in such an awful position, they wanted to take it away. They wanted to rip the two alphas off of her and make it all better, but they couldn't. None of them appreciated what was happening. It was making their stomach churn the louder Y/N cried. Her cries were getting louder and it didn't seem like the alphas were going to stop. Jeongin couldn't take it either. A new alpha dealing with the heightened emotions in the room was overwhelming. He could smell the omegas pain. He could smell her blood and anxiety that was bleeding through the entirety of the house. It was too much for him, he had to leave before he acted out. The other two betas, Seungmin and Changbin were stress nesting. They had decided to rearrange their alpha's bedroom completely, ready for their omega to rest in. Seungmin ripped off the covers in a panicked emotional state, slightly sniffing to himself as he changed the pillows. He feared the omega was really going to hate them now. Changbin was aggressively moving the furniture around, cursing his ancestors for making his life hell.

They all felt conflicted. Some felt sick. Some felt remorse. Some felt anger and hatred. Some even felt let down by their ancestors. Except for one little beta, Jisung. He felt hope despite all the trouble she brought. Jisung believed she was the best omega for them. He could feel it deep down which was why he had to stop them. He didn't want her to suffer anymore. His poor omega was bleeding out to the point she had blood coming out her mouth and neither of the alphas realised they were taking it too far. Jisung plucked up the courage to slam straight into his head alpha, causing Chan to slide his teeth down the front of her chest, before falling into the wall. Jisung knew he was risking it all for an omega they barely knew but it felt right as he stood in front of his head alpha stupidly as he tried to challenge him. His heart thumped in panic as he knew he royally fucked up as he heard the little omega scream out in pain as Ateez tried to push the unidentified invasive werewolf out. "Go. Downstairs. Now." Chan alpha ordered out of anger. Jisung put his head down in shame as he headed towards Alpha Hyunjins room of torture, knowing he was going to spend however long in there. Jisung shamefully opened up the metal gate and headed towards the metal chains, wrapping them around his ankles waiting for his punishment that would only come when the omega was safe.

Moments later, Jisung heard Chan and Hyunjin's heavy footsteps coming down into the basement. He wasn't afraid. In fact, he was relieved they were down sooner than he thought. It meant she was safe and marked. Of course, Jisung wasn't happy about his upcoming punishment but it will suffice until he gets to see his omega. "Jisung look at me," Chan ordered. His harsh voice cut through his body. "You know why I sent you down here?". "Yes, because I threw you into the wall for hurting our omega." He said blankly. His answer stunned the alphas. "Because you threw me into the wall." Chan nodded his head, thinking about the sarcastic answer he gave. "Alright. Phase back and forth fifty times a day until I say stop." Chan stated as he headed out the door before stopping. "You can start when Hyunjin breaks one of your back legs."

[yanderestarangel]

hihi, i really love your writings so i'm deciding to request. could you do miguel o'hara with an ftm reader- maybe some size kink, possessiveness, breeding, and degradation? thank you and have a great day/night!

𝐔𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐈́. | MIGUEL O'HARA X MALE READER

A/N: thanks for liking my work anon, I hope you like this one too.

🕸️ 》 TW: degradation, size kink, breeding, sex without a condom, ftm reader, male pronouns, biting, possessive sex, dark smut, porn plot, some phrases in spanish, power play.

Miguel was a different spider man and perhaps the most complicated person to deal with in the entire spider society... However, he was a totally different man with you, always praising you for small victories and missions ── in an extremely possessive and strange way , after all, what differentiated you from others?... But for him, you were perfection in person, perhaps, the only variation in the entire multiverse that he felt connected enough to care about and it was that fucking unilateral connection that made you made him be in that submissive and compromising position.

You were leaning over the hard, cold technology panels of his office, the color orange standing out against your skin, as you watched the older man's thick, pulsing cock slide in and out of your pussy, making the sweetest, sweetest noises. dirty things a man could do... You were doing that moment.

Miguel grunted like a hungry animal, one of Spider-Man's hands was on your neck, his claws slightly went in and out due to the strength and emotions of anger he felt at that moment ── he saw the way you smiled at another spider variant, how you blushed when you flirted with someone else, how he could lose you if he didn't mark his territory on your body, like a sinful sanctuary.

"You can't escape me. I've been patient long enough. It's time for you to learn your place, beneath me... Mi Angelito... Always teasing me with those bright eyes and sweet ways..." He accelerated his movements, tearing off the rest of your uniform with his free hand, your breasts jumped free as he groaned as he saw them bounce with each thrust he gave into your wetness.

O'Hara's red eyes glowed as he saw you so small and fragile compared to his tall stature, he could break you, he could fuck you until you were a trembling, aching mess ── his cock barely entered your pussy whole, Your velvety walls hugged him back as if your life depended on it... And maybe it did.

"You're a fucking whore, begging for my cock, aren't you?" he taunted, his gaze met his, as he continued to gradually speed up, a white path of semen formed at the base of his cock and painted your pussy like a beautiful halo. "Look at yourself, such a naughty boy, taking my dick so well like an insatiable slut-! I'm going to breed your little pussy, mi guapo, and you'll never have any choice but to stay by my side forever... Isn't that right? You're going to be the fucking father of my children... It's a canonical event ...You cannot run away from your destiny."

Miguel moaned each word, each letter came out like a growl, an order, you were his regardless of whether it was what you wanted before or not ── however, the feeling of being so eagerly filled, the fat tip of his cock hitting your womb , and the heavy balls hitting your ass, were the most addictive narcotic drug you had tasted in years, you wanted to get out of there, but the moans, the possession phrases and the good sex he was offering you was enough to make you moan like a cheap whore, drooling on his cock, making your boss smile and show his fangs, biting your neck hard and marking you as his.

"I've wanted you for so long, ever since you joined the spider society. It took everything in me to hold back, to just be a good spider leader. But I couldn't stop myself from fantasizing about you." His words were sickening, but they made you wetter for some reason, maybe your brain rotted from the pleasure that coursed through your veins, but knowing that he had wanted you for a while made you moan and cling to him insistently.

"That's better," he grabbed your hips while supporting you even more on his control screens, not caring about the mess or damage it would cause later, everything was forgotten there, only your pussy mattered to the older man. "You finally understand your place... I knew you'd be mine, you will be mine forever." You rolled your eyes and felt your orgasm come after a few more stimulations that Miguel made with his cock in your body or with his mouth ── biting your breasts and nipples, kissing you as if nothing else existed in the world ── you felt your fingers your feet curled so hard that for seconds you swore you were going to break them, a loud moan echoed from your throat to the holographic walls, returning to O'Hara's ears, as he filled you with a hot and thick load of his cum ensuring you would take everything like a good boy.

"That's my favorite spider boy... But we're not done yet... I'm going to fuck you until you're full..." Miguel puts one of his thick fingers on your stomach. "Filled up to here, with my cum, you can handle it, right.. mi niño bonito, vas a manejar esto como un niño grande, ¿verdad?"

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Sister in Law

Jung Dahyun (Rocket Punch) x Male Reader

Dahyun was my wife's younger sister, a petite Korean bombshell with long black hair, almond-shaped brown eyes, and a body that could make any man's cock hard. I had always had a thing for her, and I knew she felt the same. We had been exchanging flirty texts and secret looks for months, and I knew it was only a matter of time before we gave in to our desires.

One night, while my wife was out of town on business, I received a text from Dahyun: "Hey, I'm bored. Wanna come over and watch a movie?" I couldn't resist. I arrived at her apartment to find her wearing a tight-fitting shirt and short shorts, her nipples already hard under the fabric.

We started watching a movie, but it wasn't long before our hands started to wander. I leaned in and kissed her, and she kissed me back, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. I reached down and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to me. She moaned in pleasure, grinding her hips against my cock.

We moved to the bedroom, and I started to undress her. I kissed her neck, her earlobes, and her nipples, taking my time to savor every inch of her body. She moaned and writhed underneath me, begging me to fuck her. But I had something else in mind.

I spread her legs apart and started to lick her pussy, making her moan even louder. I sucked on her clit, and she came hard, her juices flowing down my chin. I then fingered her pussy, making her moan even louder.

"Oppa aahhh" Dahyun moan so loud and i still suck her pussy and make her pussy are so wet

But I wasn't done yet. I reached around and started to play with her ass, circling my finger around her asshole. She tensed up at first, but then relaxed as I started to push my finger inside her. I fingered her ass while I continued to lick her pussy, and she came again and again.

I positioned myself behind her, and I started to fuck her pussy from behind, doggy style. She moaned and screamed as I pounded her pussy, and I could feel her getting wetter and wetter.

"Oppa ummhh yes fuck me" Dahyun moan so loud

"Yes, Dahyun you are mine uhhh not like your unnie, your pussy are so tight" I keep pounding her so hard and pull her hair so hard

"Yes yes don't stop to fuck me!!" Dahyun scream so loud

I pulled out of her pussy and pushed my cock into her ass, making her scream even louder. I fucked her ass hard and fast, making her moan and beg for more. I could feel her muscles tightening around my cock, and I knew I was going to cum soon.

"Fuck, Oppa my ass" Dahyun scream so loud

"Just cum inside me oppa, i'm your slut!" Dahyun moan so loud

I then came all over her ass and pussy, breeding her like the dirty slut she was. She moaned and begged for more, but I had already cum.

I got dressed and left, knowing I had just had the hottest sex of my life. I couldn't wait to do it again.