#i’ve worked too hard to get my pussy up and we’re not stopping now | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

evanpeterswhoresblog · 1 year ago

Note

I love your fics omg you're so talented

Can you make an adult world fic? Alex obviously. Like reader is working with him and Alex keeps pushing vibrators on her skin and laughing n stuff. Then she's sick of his shit right so then she goes to the back and does her thing out there but Alex keeps teasing her and he goes out back with her and he starts to like rub himself on her and put her hand on his boner. Stuff like that. Kinda non con but the reader likes it she just doesn't want to admit it.

Can you make Alex make the reader give him head too? If it's too much just do the teasing. Luv u <3

i tried my best to make this fit your request i hope i did alright, i’ve never really written anything non con i don’t even know if this fits as the category lol but either way hope you enjoy :)

~~~

The Late Shift

Alex (Adult World) x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, slight non con, oral male receiving, sex toys (not used for sex tho), pretty rough sex tbh, lmk what else if i missed any

summary: as you and alex are doing your last work for the night, things take a different turn than what you expected…

word count: 2.2k

~~~

You’ve never been big on sex. You like it of course. But you’ve never been one to experiment with sex toys or watch a ton of porn. So how you ended up working for a sex shop is a mystery. You were desperate for a job, and Adult World happened to be the closest, easiest place hiring. It’s been an easy job, for the most part. Except for one thing.

Your manager.

Alex is a good person, he’s funny, kind, and when you’re confused on anything he’s a great help. The only issue is how fucking attracted you are to him. You swear he’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. His dark curly hair, dark mysterious eyes, he’s perfect. You’ve never wanted a guy more than you want Alex. It makes working with him hard, but so far, you’ve managed. Barely.

Right now, the two of you are unpacking new sex toys for the store. You talk casually, but you focus more of your attention on the crazy shapes and sizes these dildos are. Alex must notice your surprise.

“Would you ever use one of these?” He asks, holding up a glass dildo with patterns on it.

You chuckle. “I think that thing would tear me apart.”

“I’ve seen girls stick way crazier things up their pussy’s, like food and shit,” Alex replies with a laugh.

“So that’s what you jerk off to? Good to know,” you tease.

“Yeah, I bet you wanted to know. Just so you know, ff I go searching tomorrow night and find a video of you sticking a cucumber up your pussy, I’ll cum so hard.”

You feel your cheeks go red at his comment but keep your composer. Sometimes Alex says things that make you a little uncomfortable, but you know it’s all jokes so you don’t care too much. Plus, it gives you hope that maybe he has the same feelings for you.

“Hey y/n, get a look at this,” Alex says.

Before you can look you feel the vibrations on your skin. You flinch and push Alex’s hand away, but he keeps putting the vibrator on you. He’s laughing, you’re not. You don’t find his distractions entertaining right now. After a few seconds of this you slap the vibrator out of his hand and glare at him.

“Stop Alex, I’m trying to work,” you snap. He keeps laughing and with each second that passes you become more annoyed.

“It’s just a joke calm your tits. I’m the manager dude it’s not like we’re gonna get in trouble for talking,” he replies.

You huff. “Just, stop okay.”

“How about you stop being such a buzz kill,” he mumbles under his breath.

You ignore his comment and continue to unpack. Things are calm for a few minutes, before Alex gets his hands on another vibrator. He presses it against your cheek this time. You immediately slap his hand away again, but this time you stand up and try your hardest not to lose your cool. He looks up at you, about to speak, but you cut him off before he can.

“I’m gonna take this box out to the garbage,” you say, picking up an empty box that once contained a number of dildos and walking to the back door without listening to his reply.

You wonder why he’s being so difficult tonight. He typically talks a lot during your shifts together, but this is different. Usually, his jokes and comments aren’t too bad, why’s tonight different? You get to the back of the store quick and stuff the box into the dumpster. When that’s done you lean back on the brick wall, a sigh escapes your lips at the silence, it’s nice not hearing Alex’s voice. You grab your phone out of your pocket and start to text your friends back.

Sadly, your peace is interrupted after only five minutes. Alex calls your name from the door, telling you to come back in and help him finish before you guys have to close up. You silently curse but follow his instructions. You feel a bit bad; you know he’s not trying to make you upset, but he just is. You promise yourself you’ll try your hardest to tolerate him, after all you only have an hour left till the store closes. You can suck it up.

You’re walking down one of the aisles when Alex appears in front of you. You give him a small smile. You feel worse looking at his innocent face. Maybe you were overreacting.

“Sorry for walking out, I’m just tired and I want to go home,” you apologize.

“I get it, I’m sorry if I was being annoying, I really like making you laugh. Sometimes I try too hard,” he replies with a small laugh.

You smile. “That’s sweet.”

“You think so?”

You begin to walk toward him, toward the last unopened boxes. “Of course, I’m very flattered you enjoy my laughter. But anyway, how about we speed through the last of the boxes and go home early? You think they’ll notice?”

“Probably not,” he answers.

You’re close enough to him that you expect him to move aside so you can go to the unfinished work, but he doesn’t. Instead of moving he simply stares down at you, a strange look in his eyes. You know that look, you’ve looked at him like that. He wants you. If it were any other day, you’d be ecstatic. But right now, all you want to do is finish the tasks and go home. You look around him, trying to signal that you want him to move. He doesn’t.

“So, let's get this shit over with,” you say, clear as day about what you want.

He still doesn’t move. “You know y/n, you’re more fun when you aren’t taking this job seriously.” He steps closer to you, only a foot now separating the two of you. “I want that version of you right now.”

You laugh awkwardly. “Come on Alex, I just want to go home.”

“I’ll be quick, but I assumed you wanted something that would last longer.”

He puts his hands on your shoulders and backs you up against a shelf. Your heart rate quickens, is this real? You stare into his eyes, a confused expression on your face. You’ve had dreams of this happening, but in all of them you wanted it, right now you don’t exactly want it.

“Alex...” you say. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t play coy, I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know you want this too,” he answers, his lips curling up into a devilish smirk. He presses his body against you and you feel how hard he is, it makes you gasp. “I want it really bad.”

You don’t know what to say. Part of you wants to push him off you and run out of the store, but another part of you wants to see where this goes. You feel him start to rub himself against your leg, it makes you feel paralyzed. He’s too strong to push away, you think. It would be useless to try. So, you realize your fate lies with what Alex chooses to do.

He leans his head down, softly pressing his lips against yours. You can’t deny how long you’ve wanted this to happen. You just wish it wasn’t happening right this second. Nevertheless, you kiss him back, your mind adjusting to the knowledge that this is going to happen. You let him grope your breasts, squeezing and massaging them through your shirt. You even let him scoop you up in his arms and carry you to one of the desks in the back office. Though, you didn’t have much of a choice to start with.

He lays you down on a desk, his lips moving feverishly with yours. You can’t keep it together. His lips are moving so aggressively, they’re so soft. He bites down on your bottom lip and you groan into his mouth, the pain making that feeling between your thighs grow. He pulls his lips away and starts to kiss down your neck, leaving hickeys behind as he takes your delicate skin into his mouth. You throw your head back and moan, he pushes your knees apart and fills the space with his body.

“Alex... are there any cameras back here?” You ask, your breath ragged as he sucks a spot near your collar bone.

“Course not,” he answers in a hushed tone.

“Are you sure we should be doing this? What if someone comes in?” You’re second guessing this, maybe you should’ve protested more. The last thing you want is to have a customer come in and catch this.

“Just be quiet y/n it’s fine,” he responds.

You’re about to speak again, but that’s when he starts to rub one of his hands up your thigh and right between your thighs. You moan again as he starts to rub you through your pants. He knows exactly what he’s doing and it makes you feel like your body is floating.

He trails his kisses back up your neck until he catches your lips again. You kiss him hard, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. You buck your hips; you need more pressure. Alex understands this and presses his fingers harder on your jeans right over your clit. You’re so wet, you need him. You’ve never felt such desire for another human being.

“I want you to do something for me,” Alex says against your lips.

“Anything,” you reply without thinking, you’re too wrapped up on how good he’s rubbing you.

He pulls back and you open your eyes, he’s unbuckling his belt. You sit up on your elbows and watch as he pulls down his jeans, his hard cock very noticeable. He grabs your hands and pulls you forward till you’re off the desk. You’re confused until he pushes you down onto your knees, his crotch right in front of your face. You look up at him, he brushed a hand though your hair.

You don’t really want to suck his dick, but you’re too afraid of him forcing you that you don’t object. Instead, you pull him boxers down and stoke him gently. He sighs in pleasure and continues to brush his fingers through your hair. You don’t waste any more time. You start by slowly swirling your tongue around his tip, enjoying the way he whispers your name. After that, you lick down his shaft, you don’t like when dicks are dry down your throat.

Soon enough you’re deepthroating him, practically gagging on his dick. He’s a moaning mess, both his hands tangled in your hair. You don’t mind it as much as earlier. You even enjoy certain parts. Like how when you move your tongue as you suck, he’ll praise you, or how when you tighten your lips around him, he groans. With each sound that leaves him your panties become more and more wet.

When he’s close to cumming he pushes you off him, telling you to take your clothes off and lay back down on the desk. You do exactly as he says and before long, he’s back between your thighs, leaving wet kisses all over your body. You can’t handle how much you need him. The heart beat between your legs is all you can think of, and when he brushes his tip between your soaked folds you almost moan.

You grip his shoulders, your eyes locked on his. “Alex just fuck me already.”

“Someone’s needy,” he mumbled, his tone sending tingles throughout your body. He positions his tip at your entrance and leans down to connect your lips. “But your wish is my command.”

With that, he begins to fuck you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your nails digging into his shoulders. He thrusts at a pace that makes your toes curl. It’s so hard, so deep, so perfect. The desk rocks so hard you think the legs might break. You don’t even care. All you care about is that Alex doesn’t stop, not for anything.

He does though, but for a good reason. He pulls out of you and before you can even question it, he grabs you, flips you, and bends you over the edge of the desk. He resumes his thrusts, and you can’t help but moan loud enough that anyone in the store would be able to hear. You almost scream when he grabs your hips and pulls you back, his dick hitting right on your cervix over and over again. It’s almost too much for you to take.

He leans down after a few minutes and whispers in your ear, “You feel so fucking good y/n, it’s so hard not to cum.”

“Alex,” you moan.

“Are you close baby?” He breathes.

“Yes, please keep going,” you answer.

In minutes you cum so hard you swear you see stars. You moan Alex’s name so loud you’re sure everyone in the building next door can hear you. It’s the best feeling of your life. Your legs give out, Alex has to hold you up. Your nails dig into the desk, your whole face turns red, and you feel those orgasmic pulses throughout your entire body. He cums soon after you, pulling out and spilling his seed onto your back. You’re grateful, you forgot to tell him you weren’t on the pill.

“Well,” he says as you’re both still trying to catch your breath. “That was definitely better than unpacking those boxes.”

1K notes · View notes

the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 2 years ago

Text

#356

“Hey Todd! Todd! Come out of that shower…. Don’t bother covering up. When I come home from a hard day’s work, I expect my space to be ready for me—a quiet space where I can wind down. It’s been one shitty fucked up day. I got told by my boss at the prison that I got a shitty attitude. I go over to my girlfriend’s for some pussy and she gives me every excuse not to put out after getting me all horned up. Then I come home, and I find your shit all over the place on your first full day as my new roommate. Come with me, I need to fucking cunt you….

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t bother protesting. I know you are a cum guzzler. I knew it when you first checked out the place. I don’t give a shit that you say you have a girlfriend. If you ain’t a fag, you will be by the end of the day, several times over.

“Trying to run like that was stupid. I work as a corrections officer, I’ve subdued men twice your size. I got you faggot, and you try to run? Your long hair is a great handle…. We’re going into my room. I should cunt you in your own bed, but it’s clear that I need to do this….

“Those handcuffs are not coming off until your attitude has corrected. Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear your fucking mouth running…. This should keep you shut up; open your mouth. No? Well too bad…. This is my nastiest pair of undies. Here! Look at that skid mark. Now if I have to pry that jaw open, I will make sure that skid goes right on your tongue. Are you going to open up?

“There you go. Now keep it in there. You are going to be doing a lot of screaming. Look over here. Look at my dick. This is the cock that is going to cunt you. You say you ain’t queer. You ever have a dick in your ass?... Hot damn! I get a cherry to pop.

“The way you are shaking your head no, I’m beginning to think that you might not be queer. I’m still going to cunt you; it needs to happen.

“Feel my cock in your crack. Heavy ain’t it. Look at yourself in the mirror over there. You have a great view of yourself and more importantly me.

“That glob of spit is the only lube I will use. This is a cunting after all. It needs to be painful. You ready?... Don’t care if you’re not. I’m coming in. Oh man I can feel your pussy lips trying to resist… but ultimately spread apart.

“When I cunt a fag or a bitch, I take it slowly on my first thrust. I want you to feel just how big my cock is inside you. Are you crying? Good. Crying just means that you are accepting the inevitability of your situation. You got about two more inches to go. You want to feel less pain, then accept your new role in life. Accept that you are a cunt for men to use. Once you submit to my cock, the pain will ease up.

“You got another inch to go. I can feel your second sphincter. It’s welcoming my dickhead. Your cunt was made for my cock. Almost there.

“And there it is. You’ve stop resisting me. You are my cunt now. I have all eight-and-a-half inches buried deep. This is where my cock belongs. Every day, when I get home, I want to unwind with a cigar—an Asylum, 880 or 680—and an ice-cold Glenlivet waiting for me. I want this cunt to be cleaned out, lubed up, and hungry for me every fucking day.

“Now when you first contacted me about my room, I looked into your background. It’s very interesting. I don’t need to go into details, do I? We both know that there is no possibility of you doing anything stupid like screaming rape. Trust me, I would know how to make your life a living hell.

“Do you understand what I am saying? Here spit out my underwear. Do you understand?... Good. Now if I uncuff you, are you going to do something stupid?... Good. Remember, I can put these on whenever I feel like it.

“You ready to be cunted?... What you thought being buried balls deep was it? Fuck no. That was just getting you ready. I have the whole afternoon. I can fuck for hours without cumming. And today, I plan on it. I need to make this hole a well-used cunt: puffy, bleeding, and gaping. The only way to do that is with a continual brutal assault for at least an hour or more. The best thing for you to do is just lay there like a dead fish and take it.

“I would ask if you are ready, but I don’t care.”

536 notes · View notes

impala-dreamer · 1 year ago

Text

Another War

A Story From The MCU (Falcon and The Winter Soldier)

~Sam and Bucky are continuously bickering... even in the bedroom.~

Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, F!Reader

1,732 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Comedy and Smuts.

A/N: I didn't "pair them up" for a reason, but there's no Sam/Bucky action... don't worry. You'll see...

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist ~ Patreon ~ Published Works

It wasn’t an uncommon thing to bear witness to- the bickering. Sam and Bucky were constantly at each other’s throats arguing about just about everything. Not a moment would pass where one man wasn’t side-eyeing the other and or dramatically huffing. It was generally amusing, but at that moment, it was incredibly frustrating.

They stood, naked and quarreling at the foot of the bed, repeatedly gesturing towards you even as they paid you no regard.

With ankles and wrists tied to the bed with silken ropes, a white sash wrapped around your head and locked between your lips, you were at their mercy. Naked and whimpering, you had no choice but to wait and see what their plan was.

“All I’m sayin’ is that we can’t both be down there at the same time.”

Bucky scoffed at Sam’s words. “You kidding me? Of course we can. She has two holes.”

Sam pursed his lips. “I ain’t gonna be in a position where my dick touches your dick. Even by accident, even a little bit. Therefore, double time is out.”

The thought of both of them down south at once made you shiver and leak. You could feel a stream of wetness slick down your crack and into the sheets. It probably wasn’t possible to take both of them at once- your ass was untrained, your cunt too tight, but the idea was lovely. Eyes gliding down their firm bodies, you gazed at their cocks, only half hard but long and thick. Imagining them both at once, practically splitting you open was enough to make you moan.

Bucky shot a look at you and his lips curled in a tiny smirk. “Be right with you, doll,” he assured, adding a wink for good measure.

Arousal burned in your belly and you jerked your hips. Blue eyes widened slightly and Bucky licked his lips.

“She’s waiting,” he said, turning back to Sam.

“Yeah, well, so am I.” Sam rubbed a hand down his face and scratched at his jaw. “You know what? Screw this. I’m going in.”

Grabbing his cock, Sam turned to the bed and only managed to get one knee on the mattress before he was stopped by a metal grip that nearly knocked him back into the far wall.

“Not so fast!” Bucky warned, eyes narrowed and silver digits tensing on Sam’s upper arm. “We’re not finished here.”

Sam rolled his eyes and huffed. “And we never will be if you don’t step off and let me get in there.”

It was hard not to laugh at their ridiculous argument, but harder still not to whine with desperation. You gnawed at the sash in your mouth and pushed it with your tongue in a pathetic attempt to loosen it and speak.

Sam had tied it well.

Bucky growled and released his hold on Sam.

“Who put you in charge of positions anyway?”

Dark eyes stared on with annoyance. “I did. You can’t make a damned decision to save your life.”

Bucky balked. “Fuck you, I can decide things. I’ve been deciding things since before your grandfather was born!”

“Here we go again, the old man talk.” Sam tossed his hands up and sighed. “You always gotta bring up that shit like it matters.”

“It does matter.” Bucky took a step towards the bed, essentially blocking Sam from getting to you. “Now, respect your elders and back up. That pussy is mine.”

Every muscle in your body clenched and your sensitive flesh darkened with heightened arousal.

Sam skirted around him and set his knee on the bed once more. “Don’t think so, Grandpa. She wants a young, virile man, not some Baby Boomer.”

“Virile?”

“You heard me.”

Bucky sneered and pushed Sam back again. “And excuse me, I’m no Baby Boomer. We were called the Greatest Generation for a reason.”

Sam chuckled. “Were. As in past tense.” Fearlessly, he grabbed Bucky’s metal arm and shoved him back away from the bed. “Make room for the future.”

More than annoyed, Bucky whipped his arm away and sucked his teeth, his jaw clenching. “I’m gonna kick your ass later, just be prepared.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Sam set his eyes on your cunt and puckered his wet lips, honing in on his target. “You can try.”

“I will.”

“Sure.”

“I hate you so much.”

“Feeling’s mutual.”

Almost at the end of your patience, you tried to break up the fight, but your words came on in an unintelligible mumble. You strained against the ropes, twisted your hips, groaned as loud as you could.

The men got your point and relented. They both took a deep breath and stood back up, turning once more towards each other to end the debate and get over their bickering.

A wave of relief washed over you and you set your eyes upon their cocks once more. Your mouth watered around the sash and drool spilled down your chin. You needed them badly, no matter who went where.

Sam spoke first, his arms crossed over his smooth, puffed out chest, taking charge again. “How about we spit roast her? Will that make you happy?”

Confused, Bucky squinted down at him. “What?”

“Spit roast,” he repeated.

Bucky laughed. “That’s not a thing, you made that up.”

Sam exhaled hard through his nose. “That absolutely is a thing.”

“No it’s not. You’re just fucking with me.”

“While I do enjoy fucking with you, this time I’m not. It’s a thing.”

Bucky hummed and looked over at you, trying to imagine what Sam was talking about.

“It’s when we go at her from both ends,” Sam explained calmly. “Like… putting a chicken on a spit and… well, roasting it.”

“So… I go-” Bucky gestured to your pussy, then your face. “And you go-”

“Yeah. Technically. Except I’m going there-” Sam pointed at your cunt. “And you go up there.”

Bucky shook his head. “Why do you get to go there? Why can’t I go there?”

“Because someone’s gotta go there and the other has to go up there or the whole thing doesn’t work!”

Sensing the utter decline of your evening, you yelled again and thrashed about until they stopped and stared at you.

Bucky cocked a brow. “Why don’t we just ask Y/N what she wants?”

It was as if the idea had occurred to neither of them, and Sam made a little noise of interest.

“Huh. Good idea.”

Back on the mattress, he crawled up to the headboard and gently pulled the sash from your mouth. Finally free, you smacked your dry lips together and swallowed.

“Thank you!” Flipping your head to glare at them both in turn, you let them have it. “You two are the dumbest fuckers I’ve ever met. You’re literally fighting over the stupidest thing right now. Who goes where, who does what… You’re both gonna get some so who cares! And, you’ve both already been both places so you know they’re both good- so shut the fuck up and somebody fuck me before I dry up faster than Arizona in a drought!”

At your feet, Bucky struggled not to laugh, but Sam let it go, nearly bursting out at your frustration.

“Oh my god! Now you’re laughing at me?”

Sam covered his mouth, unable to stop. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I can’t.”

Watching Sam lose it, Bucky broke as well. He turned his back but you could see his shoulders shaking with each laugh.

“You two suck,” you sighed. “So much.”

Sam softened and leaned close, his breath wisping over your collarbone. “Oh, don’t be like that. You know you love it.”

Your pulse quickened. “Nope. I hate you both.”

Bucky looked over his shoulder at you; blue eyes bright and mesmerizing. “Come on, sweetheart. No need to lie.”

The shiver was back and you squirmed, rolling your hips as Bucky flipped over onto his hands and knees. He was like a tiger and your lips were his prey.

With your eyes locked on Bucky, Sam snuck his hand down your side and scraped his blunt nails across your lower belly.

“Oh god…”

Bucky reached his goal and dropped down to lick deep into your mouth, spreading your lips with his forceful kiss. You moaned into his mouth, felt your eyes close tight as the heat spread quickly through your system.

When Sam’s fingers dipped between your open legs, you choked back a scream as the flood returned. He gathered up the slick and coated your clit with it before turning mind numbing circles right above it.

“Not dry now,” he teased.

Bucky pulled back and stared down into the very center of you. “She never is…”

Sam sat up a bit. “Well, sometimes she is. She don’t walk around soaking her panties all day.”

“She does when I’m around.”

“You know what- I’m gonna smack the hell out of you if you-”

“Enough!”

Your roar shut them both up and they looked down in awe and apology.

“I swear to god, this is the last time I let you two into my bed at the same time. I can’t take it anymore.” A deep breath calmed you slightly, but it was just too much. “Now, untie me and let’s get this thing over with. Bucky, you’re up here, Sam, you go downtown. OK? Good. Let’s go.”

In agreement and in tandem, they both set to releasing you from the ropes. Bucky gently untied your ankles while Sam leaned over you to let your arms free.

“See? Told you she wanted me down there,” Sam whispered under his breath while scooting down to the foot of the bed.

Bucky leered and shook his head. “You’re such an ass.”

Sam sat straight up and raised a finger, ready to lash out at Bucky again, reup the argument.

Before they could get back at it, you jumped up and slapped them both in the side of the head.

“Hey!”

Sam gulped audibly and Bucky rubbed at his head.

“Ouch.”

“That didn’t hurt,” Sam huffed.

Bucky gawked. “Yes it did!”

“No it didn’t, you pussy.”

“Who you calling a pussy, you fat head?”

“Fat head? The fuck does that even mean?”

On and on they went, not even noticing that you slipped away into the other room to take care of yourself on the sofa.

It wasn’t an uncommon thing to witness them fighting, but it certainly was frustrating.

2023 Forever Tags (Always Open! Send an Ask!)

@aditimukul @agirlwithdemonblood @akshi8278 @alwayskeepfightingsweetheart @babysimpala @beardburnsupersoldiers @charred-angelwings @chenshemesh1 @cosicas-cuquis @djs8891 @deans-baby-momma @deanwinchesterswitch @deansyahtzee @feelmyroarrrr @foxyjwls007 @hobby27 @iamsapphine @idreamofdeanie @ilsawasanacrobat @impalaspixie @iprobablyshipit91 @jackles010378 @justcallmeasmodeus @kazsrm67 @kittenofdoomage @k-slla @leigh70 @lyarr24 @mariekoukie6661 @maggiegirl17 @pandaxo79 @peachy-vans @pizzagirlxnsfwx @rachiem4-blog @roseblue373 @sacriceria @samwellwinchesterthebrave @sexyvixen7 @spideysimpossiblegirl @spnexploration @stevekempscocktails @the-wounded-healer05

#mcu fanfiction #fatws #bucky x reader #sam wilson x reader #comedy #one shot

59 notes · View notes

honeeslust · 1 year ago

Text

Satoru Gojo | Sweets

To the people he works with, he's a perfect asshole. They hate his confidence. They hate that he doesn't hesitate to say what's on his mind. He doesn't respect schedules or authority. He can even come off as a little selfish.

Women swoon whenever he walks into a room and it’s not from much effort on his part. It's because he is him. And women just know. Who wouldn't want the honored ones cum oozing down their throat as he curses and growls your name.

Sorry.. that last part might have been a little too much. But I can't help it, the flashbacks and my hormones are making me crazy.

It's moments like this when l'm barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, making his favorite sweets before he gets home. Papa loves his sweets and I can't wait to give them to him

As if on cue, I feel him before I see him.

🔞‼️‼️🔞‼️🔞‼️🔞‼️‼️🔞

Satoru pushes himself against me and hugs me from behind. “Mmmm, how are my sweethearts?”

“We’re feeling good today. I actually had enough energy to put up the crib.”

His hands slipped over my belly and a warmth started to spread from where he touched me. He kisses the top of my head before turning to wash his hands.

He groans being his dramatic self, “You did it without me?”

“I never know when you’ll be back. Why are you even here now? You know they said—��

The blue eyed giant shifted his glasses down to look at me.

“Right! you don’t give a fuck”

I smile and shake my head as I return to cutting his lemon bars. “How do people deal with you?”

Satoru dries his hands and returns to me. He places his hands on my waist and squeezes me gently. He lowers his head and whispers into my neck. “Can I taste?”

My stomach does the butterfly thing and I sigh knowing he’s not talking about the lemony dessert I’ve made for him.

His long fingers rest on my hips as he uses his thumbs to massage some of the tension from my lower back. His massive hands always feel so good on me. I moan and turn around to face him.

His lips are on mine before I can even speak. He bends to slip his hands under my thighs and Carefully he lifts me and sets me on the kitchen island.

He drops to his knees in front of me and slips the silk gown out of his way so he can kiss my thighs. He adds his tongue, whispering how he couldn’t wait to get back to his sweets but I knew better.

The first trimester was hard. I was constantly sick and almost never in the mood. I know he missed me. And I missed him.

His tongue does everything right. My belly stops me from seeing him but my memory fills in the blanks as my eyes close and my head falls back. I picture the vibrant shades of blue that almost seemed to sparkle everytime I whimpered his name.

He eats my swollen pussy so good that I actually start to feel sorry for those women who swoon. They would never know what it feels like to have his honored tongue circling around their sensitive clit. They would never know how good it feels to have his slender fingers pulsing inside you while he called you so sweet for being so wet for him. They would never know how hard you can come from the way his tongue flicks back forth over the tender bundle of nerves making your entire body go stiff…..

“Fuuu—ck Toru!”

He stands licking his pretty pink lips and presses his soft mouth to mine, kissing me like he’s yearned for me since the dawn of time.

And again I almost feel sorry.

He helps me down and I stand shakily. A strong hand clasps over the small of my back and I finally open my eyes.

“See how sweet you are?” He says with his impossibly dazzling smile.

He bends again to kiss my belly and there was a small nudge where he placed his lips. Satoru smiles as he stands again and takes my hand.

“Let’s go see if it's true that I can rock her to sleep.”

I smile and happily follow him.

No one will even know him the way I do. Nor would he let them. Those women try. They really fucking be trying.

But hey…. If I were you, I’d wanna be me too..

#satoru smut #satoru gojo #smut oneshot #smut writer #spicy headcanons #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk season 2 #gojofantasies #gojo smut #gojo headcanons

31 notes · View notes

ari-bearinson · 2 years ago

Text

My phone vibrates itself right off my nightstand, the clatter of it hitting the floor waking me out of a dead fucking sleep. I fish for it blindly, the call going to voicemail before I have a chance to answer it. The red blinking from my alarm clock tells me it’s three in the morning, my answering groan of frustration heard by no one and answered by not a single soul.

I unlock my cell to see four missed texts and a miss call from Pietro, a contact I have in Venice keeping an eye on the Interpol supernatural division for me. I tap the screen to call him back and it doesn’t even get a full ring in before he answers.

“Sí?” he answers, much too chipper for my liking.

“Non sai come funzionano i fusi orari?”

(“Do you not know how timezones work?”)

“Devi sapere quello che so.”

(“You need to know what I know.”)

“Hai idea di quanto sia difficile dormire per gente come me?” (“Do you have any idea how hard it is for people like me to sleep?”) I spit back, sure that whatever he has to say could have waited until the time of day when we’re both awake.

“Persone è una parola forte, amico mio.”

(“People” is a strong word, my friend.”)

My answering growl gets his attention, prompting the point from him before I end the call out of frustration.

“Ok ok! Ascolta, c'è stata una serie di omicidi, modus operandi identico a quello che mi hai detto di stare attento.”

(“Okay, Okay! Listen, There have been a string of murders, modus operandi identical to what you told me to watch for. )

“You’re sure?” I ask, in English, now completely awake.

“I sent images, Ari. I am not a man so stupid as to wake a beast in the middle of the night without good reason.”

“Hold on.”

I take my phone from my ear and look at the messages in my inbox, each more grotesque than the last. It matches exactly what I’m looking for, exactly what I’ve been chasing around the world for the better part of five years.

“When were these taken?”

“Two hours ago roughly.”

“Where?”

“The Vatican.”

“Fuck,” I breathe, not even the fucking Pope is safe, though I have my suspicions that he’s one too.

“There is a flight leaving your local airport in three hours. I put you on it, yes?”

“Yes, Pietro.” I throw my covers to the side, lunge out of bed and towards my closet where my suitcase sits.

“Of course, now-“ Pietro’s voice is still coming out of my phone and I stop short after I set my bag down on the edge of my bed. “- tell me what I want to hear.” If this man didn’t have to eat I’m sure I could get him to work for ego strokes alone.

“You’re the best,” I groan, combing my hair out of my face with my fingers.

“I know this, wolfman. Now stop flirting with me and get on the plane.”

When I end the call I can still hear him laughing, the joy he gets out of crawling all the way under my skin not understood.

——

I don’t even give myself time to make coffee, my passport sliding across the ticket desk as I get checked in for my flight.

“First class?” the attendant asks, and I answer with a yes ma’am as my CIA badge also makes an appearance.

“Of course. Here’s your ticket, your badge for the Admiral’s Club, and your receipt. Thank you for flying American Airlines.”

Everything fits in the fold of my badge held in one hand while the other steers my suitcase along the moving walkway, the allure of roasted coffee beans pulling me from my train of thought.

If there are two things that will bring me to my knees, it’s good coffee and good pussy. I order my large machiatto, extra caramel and an extra shot because no one else is around to fucking judge me for it.

I settle my rolling suitcase between my legs and update Pietro on my whereabouts, a winking smiley face emoji sent back with some half cocked message about how he can’t wait to see me again. Little guy’s not even my type, but he does his job well- so I let him play.

My coffee order gets called and I walk up, my fingers tangling with another set and making me look up. I get lost for a moment; a deep green that reminds me of the forests I like to roam accompanying a trill of laughter that has the beast lurking just behind the plate of my sternum perking it’s ears. It isn’t until hot coffee spills onto my sneaker that I realized I even knocked it over.

“Ah fuck!”

I scramble, grabbing a handful of napkins while the Starbucks worker just looks on sympathetically. “I’m so sorry, I’m such a fuckin’ airhead. Was that one yours? I’ll buy you another one.”

I hand my card to the barista and she rings it up, handing it back with a new drink and your soothing hand on my bicep has me snapping my gaze to yours. I turn to you fully, offering a sheepish smile as I slide the hot coffee into a sleeve and hand it to you.

“I’m Ari.”

@viridescent-steph

7 notes · View notes

wndaswife · 2 years ago

Note

Here’s a surprise for you, princess. It’s for the times when you’re alone at home:

I can never stop thinking about you baby. I think about all the ways I’d take you. Starting off nice and slow on top of you, kissing you deeply. We’d stay like that for a while. Occasionally moving the kisses to your neck and pulling your shirt down so I can kiss your chest. I’ll leave a few marks so that when we’re done, you’ll have a reminder of who you belong to. Eventually I’ll add in my thigh between your legs. I’m sure it won’t take long until you start humping it like a desperate slut. Soon after that, I’ll add my fingers over your clothed center. Hopefully I’d eventually be able to feel how wet you are through all those layers.

Dragging my finger up and down your center. I know you’d probably be begging me by now huh? Pulling me down onto you and panting in my ear so I can hear just how bad you need it. Whispering in my ear that you need me to make you feel better and that I’m the only one that can do it. Kissing and nipping my ear doing whatever you can to get me to give into you. I know you need it so bad baby but I haven’t even taken your clothes off yet. I’ll slowly take of your shirt and continue kissing around the marks I’ve already left. If I feel like prolonging your pleasure even more, I’ll play with your breasts. Kiss on them, suck on them and play with your pretty perked up nipples. The anticipation is probably killing you hm sweetheart? I’ll kiss down your stomach until I reach your center again. Leaving kisses over your pants. Then I’ll reach up to your buttons and unbutton them before pulling your pants all the way off. How I’d wish to see such a messy looking patch on your panties.

But I think it would be finally time to let you have what you want. After all, you deserve it for sitting through all that like a patient girl. Though you’d do anything I asked as long as you get pleased wouldn’t you? What a desperate slut you are. Only wanting to get yourself nice and full. I’ll spread your folds so I can see how sticky you are down there before I go to lick a line in between them. I bet you taste so good baby. I would put one finger in first to let you get used to it before adding in another. How many do you think you can take darling?

And to see you cum for me… After all that. Moving in and out of you rough and hard with you hugging me close to you. Moaning into my ear, my neck, my shoulder, leaving marks on my shoulder from trying to restrain yourself. My fingers in you with my thumb on your clit stimulating you. And when you do cum, I’ll taste it on my fingers But don’t worry, I’ll let you taste yourself too. You can suck on mommy’s fingers and taste the sweet remains of your juices. That’s not all. I’d work you over and over again till you’re so spent you can only nod your head yes and no. Or maybe I’ll give you a false sense of hope and let you fall asleep, only to let you wake up later to me using your precious little body to make myself feel good.

God I’d fuck you so well. You get me so wet when you respond to my asks. Touching myself to you.. Imagining I was fucking your pussy so well. Or making you eat me out. What I wouldn’t give to force your head between my thighs and make you please me. Of course with one hand holding yours and the other in your hair. My mouth being occupied with my moans and the sweet praises. You’re so good baby. Such a whore, eating me out so well.

And in the end, I’ll clean you up very well. Plenty of cuddles and kisses for you. I’d make sure to get you water to soothe your dry throat. You can rest your head on my chest or in my lap, sucking on my fingers or whatever else you’d like to suck on to help you fall asleep.

-🍸

baby 😭😭😭😭😭😭 you 😭😭 wrote this 😭😭😭😭 all for me ??? 😭😭😭🫶🏼 UGSSHHDUSSI MEANS SO MUCH TO ME

and this all happens in your mind while acting responsible and all, but rly what you wanna do is fuck your little girl 🤲🏼🤲🏼 i did play a little reading this, but not enough time to finish :( never enough time, not until i get home <//3 i’ll read over this religiously until im finally in my own bed!!!!

feeling a little nervous sharing this for people who can read it all, and i guarantee you there is so much much i have to tell you in the privacy of our own messages if that day were to ever come, but u have no idea how badly i want you to take my nipples between your fingers while you fuck me <333 telling me how filthy n pathetic i am as you kiss my forehead and wrap your lips around my breasts 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 wanna beg you to let me come up for a breath while you force me down between your thighs, and you insisting i’ll have to let you cum first 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

i wanna kiss your knuckles and then your wrists and then your arms and everything after that!! 💞💞💞💞💞💞 i adore you <333

#rae responds #🍸 anon

9 notes · View notes

dravidious · 1 year ago

Note

You're really great

Found this site that has a bunch of funny quotes in it that you can easy copy paste so I dumped a ton into a text file. Here you go

Compass: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it. Alice: What- how? Compass: You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

Alice: Well, Compass and I finally did it! The rest of the squad: gasps, shocked expressions, etc. Alice: That's right… We kissed!

Alice: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Compass: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Alice: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Compass: Is it working?

Jamie: Is something burning? Breeze, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you. Jamie: Alice, the toaster is literally on fire.

Compass: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you? Alice: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

Jamie: I am the left brain, I am the left brain. "I work really hard until my inevitable death" brain. You've got a job to do, you better do it right and the right way is with the left brain's might. Breeze: I LIKE OREOS AND PUSSY-

Compass: What are you in the mood for? Alice: World domination. Compass: That's a bit ambitious. Alice: You are my world. Compass: Aww… Alice: Compass: Alice: Compass: OH.

Compass: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Alice: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

Compass, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?! Alice: …What does that even mean?!

Compass: I ran into Alice in the kitchen at 1 AM last night and when I asked them what they were doing, they just shrugged, said “these are my roaming hours,” and wandered off, strumming vaguely on their guitar.

Compass: We need a plan to beat them. Alice: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food. Compass: Alice: Judge me all you want, I get results.

Breeze: If bees can be fish and boys can be girls, then why can't my dad love me? Jamie: I thought I was going to have to yell at you, but now I think I should hug you.

Breeze: I committed all 7 deadly sins in 30 minutes. Jamie: Wow, I've gotta hear this. Breeze: I was angry and envious of my neighbor so I lazily seduced his wife and ate all his groceries and didn't share. Jamie: You forgot pride. Breeze: No, I'm pretty proud of this.

Breeze: We have fun, don’t we, Jamie? Jamie: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

Breeze, throwing their head into Jamie's lap: Tell me I'm pretty! Jamie, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

Breeze: If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window. Jamie: …We're on the ground floor. Breeze: I know but I want a dramatic exit.

Jamie: Breeze, are you drinking… drinking hydrogen peroxide?! Breeze: It says H2O2! That means it’s the sequel to water!

Breeze: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

Breeze: The only straight I am is a straight-up badass.

Alice: I have yet to encounter a problem where a sword didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.

Alice: I’ve been described as a ‘heartless villain’ and a 'little shit’, but I prefer… 'has alternative ways of having fun’.

Compass, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK?? Compass, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW!

Alice/Breeze: People always shoot down my ideas and I’m sick of it. Two sentences in and everyone’s always shouting “what the fuck? that’s illegal!” and “you can’t do that!”. Like, c'mon, let me talk!

Breeze: I have a philosophy in life; if the seat is open, the job is open. That’s how I came to briefly drive a Formula 1 car.

Jamie: A stake to the heart won't kill a vampire if their tits are big enough. Compass: Yeah, you just catch it. Breeze: Nah nah nah, deflects it. Stake? Just bounces right off. Done. Back to doing hot girl shit. Alice: Then I just use a spear instead. Jamie: You are trying so hard to kill a vampire with big bazongas, and for what? Why would you do that to the ecosystem?

Jamie: Go on, give Breeze a compliment. Compass: How do you expect me to do that? Alice: Just say something that you wish someone would say to you. Compass: Uhh… You are now unbanned from Free Ham Sandwich Day! Breeze, sobbing: Nobody’s ever said that to me before!

Alice: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess. Breeze: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to? Compass: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit. Jamie: Guys.

Compass: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything? Jamie: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital. Compass: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you. Jamie: But I heard a siren. Alice: That was Breeze. Breeze: Sorry, I got nervous.

Alice, gesturing to Compass: Breeze, look what you did! You made Mom upset! Jamie: Mom, please don’t cry, we’re sorry! Breeze: I’m sorry Mom… :( Compass, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

Compass: You’re just being paranoid. Again. Alice: When have I been paranoid? Compass: Um, when you first met Jamie you thought they were an undercover cop…? Alice: No one has a wart that big, I thought it was a surveillance camera! Compass: And last year you were sure Breeze was a mermaid! Alice: They hate wearing shirts! COINCIDENCE?! Later, when Alice’s theory is proven wrong Compass: Do you have anything to say for yourself? Alice: I still think Breeze is a mermaid.

Jamie: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions. Breeze: Ridiculous. Give me some examples. Compass: Wasps? Alice: Terriers? Jamie: Alice.

Jamie: Who wants to go out of the country on a road trip? Alice: Yea, I could drink legally! Compass: I could hang out with the boys! Breeze: I could hide from the consequences of my actions.

Jamie: Why are your tongues purple? Alice: We had slushies. I had a blue one. Breeze: I had a red one. Jamie: oh. Jamie: Jamie: OH. Compass: Compass: You drank eachothers slushies?

Compass: Why did you guys dress up as each other for Halloween? Alice: Rose is the scariest thing I could think of! Rose: Alice told me I should pick the dumbest costume possible.

Compass: Where are you going? Alice: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one! Compass: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday! Rose, knowing full well that Compass got Alice an engagement ring: eating popcorn

Alice: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.

Rose: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way? Compass: Excuse me Mx. Would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you? Alice: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

Compass, Entering Rose's room: Alice did it again. Rose: Peace disturbance? Compass: What no- Rose: Arson..? Compass: NO, JESUS CHRIST, HOW MANY- Rose: uh….Attempted murder? Compass: NO, THEY ATE ALL THE FOOD IN THE FRIDGE, BUT WHAT THE FU-

Compass: So… who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon? Alice: We're chopsticks! Compass: Well… that's cute! Compass: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly? Rose: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

Rose: So… I’ve seen you’ve been spending a lot of time with Compass recently. Alice: No, Rose, it's not what it looks like, I swear. Rose: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous? Alice: No! You’re the only one for me. Rose: Is that so? Alice: I promise! Compass and I are just dating, okay? They’re my partner. Rose: So there are no best-friends-feelings involved? Alice: You are still my one and only best friend! They’re just the love of my life, nothing more! Rose: But I’m still the platonic love of your life, right? Alice: Of course bro! Rose: Bro… Compass: What the-

Alice: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box. Compass: Did Rose say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'? Alice: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

Compass: I like your top, Rose! Alice: I have a name, you know. Rose: sighs Why. Why are you like this.

Rose: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming? Alice: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"? Compass: Ya know… it might be.

Rose: What have you done with Alice? Compass: Nothing. Why, do you think I should?

The gang is about to do something dangerous Compass: Shouldn’t someone give a pep talk? Rose: Go ahead. Compass: Be careful. Compass: Don’t die. Alice: Holds back a laugh Rose: Great. We’re all bloody inspired.

Rose: So, what is Compass to you? Alice: The reason I wake up every morning. Rose: …That’s adorable. Compass earlier that morning, barging into Alice′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

Compass: H-how do you ask someone out? Alice: Well, first- Rose: Don't ask them, they asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot. Compass: …And you said yes?

Compass: Rose, what does IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean? Rose: I don’t know, I love you, talk to you later. Compass: Alright, I love you too, I'll ask Alice. Rose: Wait- Compass, no-

Alice, at an awards show: Well, first of all, I’d like to thank Rose, the love of my life, for telling me Compass was going to win so don’t bother to prepare a speech.

Alice: What are you two arguing about this time? Rose: They’re always using common phrases incorrectly! Compass: Cry me a table, Rose.

Alice: I didn't drink that much last night. Compass: You were flirting with Rose. Alice: So what? They're my partner. Compass: You asked if they were single. Compass: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

Rose: Alice you can’t move in with Compass. Alice: Why not? Rose: Well, um, how are you going to feel when they see you without any makeup? Alice: I’m not wearing makeup right now. Rose: Holy crap, you’re beautiful.

Compass: So, what’s Alice's type? Rose: Brown eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor, turtle lover. Compass: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends. Rose: Did I mention oblivious? Compass: Yeah, why? Rose: Okay, just making sure.

Jamie: Yesterday, I overheard Alice saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Breeze replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

Alice: If you want my advice- Rose: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times. Alice: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me. Compass: It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder.

Compass: Alice- Alice: sighs Rose used to call me Alice… Compass: …Because it's your fucking name.

#asks #there's some canon non-compliant stuff here #like alice knowing what sex is #and compass swearing #but lol whatever #also lots of shipping #it's all just silly fun stuff #also i did them it batches but sometimes different characters fit better so i swapped them in #so you'll sometimes see jamie and breeze in a block of alice and compass quotes #also the only way to change what names go where is to randomly shuffle so i got to experience the bogosort algorithm firsthand

1 note · View note

sirsl1ttl3secretary · 7 days ago

Text

I was thinking more like training me to dress sluttier wear more make up getting lip fillers etc and then start making me think about cock all the time so any time I’m alone in a room I can’t help but start rubbing my clit or playing with my nipples then as it progresses any time I’m in the house no matter if others are around I’ll be playing with myself then but you never acknowledge it making it as normal as sitting on my phone. Then as it goes further any time I’m awake all I can think about it playing with myself so I come to you and ask for help. That’s when you teach me the secret to help that feeling… the only way to stop it is to fill up my hole first with small toys like a bullet or a tiny little dildo making me get off on them for a month normalising me fucking myself in the house and car and anywhere else you want me too until I tell you that it’s stopped working or you catch me playing with myself in inappropriate public places then you buy me a new one a little longer and a little wider never admitting you got it me but leaving it on my bed to get home too this process lasts months just going up by half an inch in length and a quarter in width until I’m at your width then each month they just get longer till finally you give me a very special toy it’s s perfect copy of your cock from one of those make a dildo kits you make me use it for longer than the others so you know the effects of the silicone dildo have definitely long past and I’m so needy I’d do anything for release. That’s when you catch me wearing the dildo to school stuffed in my pussy held in place by my panties. We’re in the car almost at school when you find notice your cock becoming erect quickly. Finally… it’s time you think to yourself as you confront me my crop top shows so much underboob and cleavage it might as well not be there and my tiny mini skirt doesn’t do much to help hide what I’ve done. You pull into a nearby empty lay-by that’s just off the main road and leads down to a little parking area once we get there you tell me to open my legs which I do my puffy lips looking radiant in the early morning light. You move my panties to the side and rip out the dildo asking me what the hell I am doing. I pout and look confused before saying “filling my hole daddy” you throw it on the floor and firmly say “get out the car right now!” Without even putting my panties back in place I do as I’m told standing outside the car waiting for what will happen next when you walk round the car open the back door pulling me to the open door you say “this was a very naughty thing to do so now you will be punished. Stand with your legs straight and bend over so your body is lying flat on the seats and your ass is right up in the air. I do as I’m told the cold morning air swirling around my wet needy hole sending shivers through my body. You start to spread my legs a little wider opening my hole even further exposing me the the breeze before saying “your punishment is 5 slaps” you pull your hand back and get ready to spank me hard the tears of teasing taking over and come down hard on my left ass cheek “one” then again “two” now you swap to my right cheek “three” then you get an idea you go again on the right cheek “four” then pull my legs open lining your hand up with my clit before spanking it the hardest of all the hits “five” as soon as you make contact with my clit a moan erupts from my body it was an erotic deep begging moan “daddy I’ve been so naughty punish me again please daddy, I don’t think 5 was a big enough punishment I haven’t learnt my lesson please daddy… punish me harder” the words escape my body before my brain has even processed what’s happening making you chuckle and say “okay then baby if you insist” you spank my clit five more times each time making me wetter and wetter until you know it’s time. You undo your trousers and pull them down a little before bending over me to whisper in my ear “this is what it really means to fill your hole” as you pull on the elastic of your boxers your cock leaps out desperate to finally take what is yours

284 notes · View notes

usagisbanexd · 1 year ago

Text

+ SUPER SOLDIER SAILOR STARS #10 * _) _) >>C===3 :-* Kawaii Slash Lovers Collide Cosmic Paradise // Sailormoon/Pokémon/Potterverse Altfic Crossover, CHAPTER 1.0.010

youtube

1.0.010 MOTOKI SHOPS FOR A NEW GIRL, GUESS MONSTER OF THE WEEK ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR HIM </3

Motoki got his eyes crossed thinking about a muse. He thinks he’s going to be stupid. He thinks he’s got the right. He thinks she’s no good at moving. She thinks with her heart and never wants woman wise. She has a hard time knowing what to think about herself. She wants to die all the time. No, that’s the only one. He wants her to take her panties off, and doesn’t know why we waste our time writing with wax. They only have six days before the planet ends. We all want it to happen, we all want those little girls to stop dancing, all of Nipon hangs in the balance, all Indian magic was wrong. We haven’t even said goodbye to yesterday. Yeah, yesteryear. He never will. Don't get your hopes up, Ami-chan. Love will come to you like a too-tight fuku and rip your legs asunder. Kawaii, frownyface, love thunders on. Mako knows how to water a flower, Ami-chan, your mist is toxic force, Farfetch'd in the pigpen. Stop trying. Bleep, goes Ami's visor, and all the world inside her perverted eye. Itching to touch herself, itching to husk. Throbbing. Made male. Pale-mooned. Sleep-soaked. Refrigerator, open! Refrigerator, hit Ami in the fucking forehead! The boy is GANY'S, baby.

“We can do this, Motoki Kamen,” says Sailorchibiganymede, appearing at his dashboard with her legs splayed, rubbing a rose against her labia. “We can kill the evil Sailorjupiter and collect his starseed! Bane of all the gods, he wanders heaven thinking he’s the greatest, but we know in his heart of hearts, he’s womb-born. Womb-born like woman, womb-born like that bitch Hotaru trapped down the cellar with a rope and two pairs of binoculars. I can bleed for you if you’re getting bored. I can see your incision. Do brains proffer explanation? Tickle me with a rose!”

“Slow down,” says Motoki. “You’re too good for me. I’ve unleashed you and now I need to play catch-up. I need to go back to my la and fink phu. You’re too good to write better. You know it’s ‘baby.’ Baby, think for me, I’ll think for you.”

“I think eternal stars,” says Fuku, turning around and showing her twat from a different angle. She knows he’s dancing all the way to the bank, tank on empty, does she know how to read a speedometer? What’s a speedometer? Where’s the gas gauge? Sailorhotstudofmercury, fix my car!! I “love you,” Moto-chan. For Mako she sheds a tear, tissue from the stoli of her eye. Does her puss look good from this angle? He’s going to puke. I’ll resuscitate him. IRONS! NURSE, I SAID IRONS!

“Slow down,” he says cooly to the mirror. “Slow.” She thinks he lives to breathe, but actually he thinks to live unencumbered. He’s a mystery, a divine one, and soon in her pussy she’ll clutch his jewel like the empress clam obtaining the pearl from the hand of God! And all the riches will be hers, and the plumber lives, and we’re glad he’s talking about this, and he works at an arcade, and that’s all right by me, I’ll fuck Mario later, I’ll fuck Mario good, but first I get this boy out of my head until he soils my fuku. Soil is the wrong word, operative shit, operative esther, operative sing-along, stat! I have two babies, two whole babies from my womb, and still a sealed hymen like a curse on women. Am I thinking too slow? Strike the mirror, check.

I want to know when you’ll be okay. If you’re having a problem reading this, you’re not. Everybody belongs to the Empreors. Everybody is imp-bound. Every fossil uncovered des deez nutang Asia Palace pseudonym harukami. Knifeblade Maru-chan, every beautiful word taken by breasted female, and you and I alone my Moki-chan to harbor against a rock and cling to villages in fantasy where women go to war. Why am I alone in this? Women go to war. Baby, relax, I’m thinking slowly. He tells the whole thing to his head and feels it wash away.

Moki at the throne of an Impala. Moki driving, staff assisted. Moki at the arcade. Moki fielding deadly cinema, Mokley with a gun in hand. Do we know why Mokley knows Mokley? Can we tell? Does Matoko know that God is watching? And dear Makoto, dead on the floor, time out of time predatress kneeling by her wingside, thinking she’s her mistress, that’s okay – THAT’S NOT OKAAY. BABY, THAT’S NOT OKAY. SAY MATOKI. I’LL REASON WITH TIME ON BEHALF OF MOON FLYING TOWARD FAVOR IN THE MILKY WAY. WHERE ARE WE? YOU KNOW, SO TELL ME.

Makoto lies alone. Mako has his girl. Ami-chan sleeps with a knife in her pocket, knowing the wisdom through which she sees the world is nothing but an empty doom torn outside like a glove into heaven. And I burst. And I’m done. And I tried to help but I’m Ami and I’m evil. And I’ll never take the visor off. And I’ll never be a real girl. And I love Matoki, big and small, but all people are the same and some have similar names, and you’ll never achieve lift-off typing like that, Ami-chan, so type short sentences and I’ll assist you by buying you a Macintosh. A brand new Macintosh?! Mommy, you shouldn’t have! And Sailortrannyjupito sings songs about Kreyayshawn, white-nosed, presagething a flood, never getting her due, bleeding semina somewhere in the backseat of a rideshare, counting her million. Sailorchibiganymede lives past and present, but Moto is so tired and so ashamed. Do I flash him the beatstick? The lips? The beautiful pink wonderland betwixt that ugly bone at the bereft of my thigh? I worked hard for that bone; I stole it from the corpse of Zeus descended. Teehee, he had thought to misremember his iniquity, but all fingers point to troubled Ganymede. My beloved soldiers me through fields toward the great pink and gold city planet in the sky, untouched by man, throwing up illusions, a nom casino flung like coins like rainwater out of buckets all across the streets, Ami cannot reach it, if Ami dares to go, she dies, and fair-faced Ganymede, the never morninged raver, is the city liberated from Yahweh’s twisted curses. Sailorgamorrah ascended, Sailorgamorrah my mother, Sailorgamorrah perfect star, live to rise again!

“Come to Ganymede, Moto, baby,” sings Sailorchibiganymede, making air traffic controller acrobatics with her arms, legs doing nothing but holding the wheel where his hands are. His hands on her legs. Her legs. She’s never been a rose. Ami has pricked herself. Ami has died. Ami is monster of the week, moss-headed, mudded, entangled. Ami’s next. “TURN RIGHT! KILL MAKO-CHAN! FOREVER BLOSSOM! NINETY FOUR SISTERS, AWAKEN!”

Mako thinks. Mako wants to know. Mako believes Ami doesn’t know what she’s talking about, but Sailorunderprivilegeddtennesseangirl sleeps with her head tucked to her cleavage and her ugly dagger’s chin alert for plunging, plunging medal modesty into the hearts of miscellaneous penised people, the golden nymphs beyond her reason blooming outward from her head like a greater beauty seeking a greater light, leaving her eyes, leaving her ears, leaving her hair behind. And Sailorhermaphroditus her bastard child lives like a leaf, losing little, losing limpids, crawling through nature, unwinding, out of time, never afeared, always becoming greater through the metric of building, and that’s her partition, and Ganymede holds her at the tip of her womb, her whole body’s her womb, but a little star pix brightly shining collapses into everything at the basketball’s spinning point upon her fingertip, and Ganymede holds all the cards, what ugliness does Ami harbor, what black blood in a trash can, a weapon, Eve’s curse, Gany pukes. Gany doesn’t care. Gany is man-born, stolen to heaven by Jupiter. Last night he did remember. In the secret trove of his apartment he the only man reigns and rains, see how it is? Rains and reigns over ninety four flowers, all of them women, and never leaves. Kill him with us, Ami-chan, his evil knows no bounds. Don’t you see how all this comes to be?

“Who are you talking to, Mako?”

“I am Sailorganymede, mother of the orphan tree! Fear not my name which settles thee upon the branch of inconvee! Teehee, wheehee, ouioui.”

“Baby, you offered Mercury a spot,” says Motoki.

“Honey, I called to her through time. Her evil womb encases you for fear of manly women. I spoke to my father the sun this day and he told me to sacrifice you like Isaac upon the mountain, the iron-barked mountain, Ami threatens me, she ties my tongue, she knows no God, she is computer-born. Avaunt! I said ‘Soon, I die!’ Why bring that on? I thought you loved me, grew this vagina for you, plucked me from my garden in Jupiter’s thigh and gave myself to a vestige of you iron-born. Get this silly haggot from me hence! Or soon I embark upon a war of recompense! Peace sign! Kawaii! Teehee! Dark Kool Aid Prism Power, Poverty Make-Up!”

“I am a spirit,” says Ami.

“Then speak bravely of where you are.”

“I am in chains,” she says.

“A simulation, as you have ever been. You gave your heart to Galaxia, baby, you did it to drink beer. Figure that out for yourself and we’ll find ourselves a man through the mask of your personage. We are all, we drink the earth and sun and dawn and moon and sky and ground and eternity of sex and love! Sex and love! Moon-chan, that’s something to fight for. Does she hear me from beyond the grave? I tire of never talking. Ami, call his phone.”

“No,” he says.

“Okay, but I’m a dead girl in a flower astral projecting myself on his dashboard. What’s a poor lass to do but roll over and die? YOUR WORDS, AMI. WHY? WHY? WHY? CRY. CRY, FLY, OR DIE. BUT NOT THROUGH MY TONGUE WILL I EVER LET YOU LIE.”

“I’m poor,” says Ami. “And grave.”

“Since Moon has died, my dear friend Ami, who has played the knave?”

“You can do this all day,” says Ami, firing a missile hence. “But no one will read it. It’s too grave.”

“There are starseeds thrown to good earth waiting to blossom, penised flowers in the garden of a goddess greater than your understanding, Ami P, who shall take up all mantles like fair Atlas the rippling assus and give to the earth a bounty of young Romuli incarnate eternum? Don’t shackle me and do NOT conspire! Rupaul watches you from a future vantage, A batch of young is your doing, Ami P, your future, and you curse yourself in so choosing. I shall have infinite children. The sun is in my throat and her song is fecundity. Soon. . . I DIE! AVAUNT!!”

“Hold on,” says Motoki, fixing the rear view. “I’m almost there.”

“Who sleeps waiting for the phallus?” says Chibiganymede, her eyes three crystals torn from tsundere, stepped on, trampled on, stomped on, STOMP. Tsundere break. Tsundere build. Tsundere crash. “Await me, God! Baseball Jersey Kamen, I come!”

0 notes

c-o-r-r-u-p-t · 2 years ago

Text

I also am coming to realize that I’ve been way too harsh on shabbi in my head. Or not even just in my head because she’s already brought up how she feels like she can’t make me happy

I’ve always known I look for things to be wrong but I guess I just didn’t realize the extent I took it to. Like yeah there are things about her that don’t thrill me but no one’s perfect and she really tries to hard to be a good person and I respect that so much.

But I really have been letting things get to me too much. I’m too sensitive. I’ve always been sensitive but it got so much worse after ph and now that I’m with someone that I genuinely like (sorry mikayla you were really awesome I just knew we weren’t a match) and I’m scared to lose her, my brain is going on overdrive. My anxiety has been the worst it’s been since ph. Especially because I’ve had a decent amount of fuck ups with her in the beginning that really hurt my confidence and I think made me start worrying a lot about what she thinks of me.

But yeah so I keep looking for things to be upset about or reasons to be rejected. And most of the time there’s no cause for this like I’m just working myself up. Like the other night we talked about how we wanted to fuck later after we got everything done bc we had a lot of work to do. Before we were done I went to kiss her and she just kinda barely went with it then was like “wow I really need to clean the refrigerator” literally as soon as our lips stop touching like before my face was even away from hers and I gave her a sad face and she was like what I don’t wanna fuck yet I’m not done with cleaning and I was like I wasn’t trying to Fuck I just wanted to kiss you

That made me really sad and I just like sat feeling rejected all night and then night came around and everything’s done and we’re just watching tv in bed and I don’t want to initiate because I was rejected earlier so I work myself up into literally crying next to her (silently) because I’m like wow she just doesn’t want to fuck me even after she was the one to say we should later and and I’m just rejecting myself before it even happens then she touched my pussy and I had to wipe my tears away before she noticed and like why was I crying?? There was no rejection?? And even if she was too tired for sex or something like that, that doesn’t mean that it’s personal and I shouldn’t get emotional about it

And other shit like why am I taking it so personally that she doesn’t wanna go on the carrousel like she can not like something and she still said she’s go on it with me but I was like so upset about it and was like letting it ruin my mood and I just need to stop being sensitive and then blaming her for me over reacting

0 notes

moonxbabe · 3 years ago

Text

vinnie hacker smut - not too loud -

hi besties - this is another request - enjoy :)

warning: smut 18+

“Your mom said she’s picking us up from the airport when we land,” You leaned your head against Vinnie’s shoulder as he held your hand intertwining your fingers. You both were on the way to visit his parents in Seattle and you couldn't be more excited. This was the first time you would actually be going to visit his family and it just made everything feel more real.

“I love how she texts you and not me,” He let out a chuckle.

“What can I say? She loves me,” You smile up at him and peck his cheek softly.

“She does, which I'm very happy about.” He held your hand tightly before leaning in to kiss you softly, he then pulled away to whisper “I'm also very happy you wore those leggings because you look so fucking good in them,” He moves his hand to your thigh squeezing it gently.

“Don't start,” you smack his hand away as he slightly pouts. “You’re going to need to keep it together all weekend,”

“What do you mean?” He looks at you trying to process your words as if you just spoke to him in a different language.

“I mean, we’ll be at your parents house Vinnie, we’re not doing anything inappropriate there,” you say in a low tone so no one on the airplane can hear your conversation.

“You're joking right?” He stares at you in disbelief.

“Vin, you can do it, I believe in you,” you laugh at his expression.

“But-- I mean--” He tries to find defending words and you shake your head.

“Don't even try, absolutely not.” You lean down to grab the magazine you bought to browse through it.

“Well this is just great,” He groans softly, slumping in his seat like the child he is. You glance over at him and can't help but to laugh again. “Can we at least have a quickie before we get there?” He leans in whispering but with urgency.

“Get a grip would you,” you look at him with wide eyes at his suggestion.

“This fucking sucks,” He rolls his eyes and pouts once again before putting his earphones in. You shake your head looking back down at your magazine as he leans his head on your shoulder closing his eyes.

-----------------

“I'm so over this trip already,” Vinnie leans against the doorframe of the room his mom assigned to you for the weekend.

“It's fine, it’ll make things easier anyway,” You walk over to him, placing your hands on his chest as he moves his to your waist pulling you in and kissing you softly.

“Or I’ll just be thinking about you all night from my room down the hall,” He closes his eyes and presses his forehead against yours, sighing. You slide your hands up and around his shoulders before kissing him again.

“It's just a few days, but maybe if you're a good boy I’ll sneak into your room and give you a goodnight kiss,” you whisper against his lips and he smiles.

“Dinners ready!” You both hear Maria call out from downstairs. Reggies door swings open and chuckles at the both of you standing there.

“Get a room would ya? Oh wait,” He jokes at the fact that you both will be in separate rooms. Vinnie lets you go and rolls his eyes shoving his younger brother playfully as you both follow him downstairs.

“Did you get all set up y/n?” Maria asks you, setting up the table. Vinnie plops down on a chair not being anymore obvious about his annoyance at the situation. You hold back a laugh.

“Yes, everything is great, Maria. Thank you,” you smile at her and stand by the kitchen counter helping her grab things to place on the table.

“If you need anything at all, don't be shy,” Nate chimes in, sitting down at the head of the table.

“You guys are so sweet, thank you for everything,” you smiled at both parents before sitting down besides Vinnie at the table.

“It would be sweeter if--” Vinnie mumbled to himself as you smack his side to stop.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Maria comes up to hug Vinnie from behind, kissing the top of his head. He hugs into her and smiles causing you to smile.

“I missed you too mom,” He says back as she walks over to take her seat.

Dinner was filled with a lot of chats and laughs, bringing up Vinnies childhood. Maria pulled out baby photos which were adorable. We all played board games until almost 12am which is when his parents decided to call it a night.

“Vin, go to bed,” you laughed softly as he lingered at the door of your room once again as you pulled out one of his t-shirts that you loved to sleep with and a pair of sleep shorts from your suitcase.

“Come with me,” he frowned at you.

“I’ll come tell you good night in a minute, okay?” You walked over to peck his lips as he grabbed you kissing you deeply. You kissed him back before slowly pulling away.

“I need a cold shower,” He groaned softly.

“Go, i'll come by your room in a few,” you whispered and smiled at him, he nodded. After getting changed and doing your nightly routine you peaked out the hallway to make sure no one was around before sneaking to Vinnies room. You knock softly before opening the door and walking in quickly closing it behind you. He was standing in front of the mirror in a towel wrapped around his waist as he attempted to fix his wet curls. Your eyes scanned his body as you slightly bit the side of your lower lip at the sight of him. He was a God and you never understood how lucky you were to have him.

“Hi baby,” he smiled, catching your eyes through the mirror before turning around and walking over to you.

“Hi,” you say quietly as he places his hand on your cheek, kissing you softly as you kiss him back, your hands resting on his bare chest as his other hand sits on your lower back. After a few moments you slowly pull away. “I should go,” you whisper against his lips and he shakes his head.

“No, stay for a little while longer,” he pouts while moving both hands down holding your waist against his.

“I will, if you put some clothes on,” you look him in the eyes trying not to get distracted by his almost naked body and the fact that your bodys were basically pressed together. He raises an eyebrow and slightly smirks realizing it was getting to you.

“Or I can stay like this,” He leans down to kiss your neck softly as your eyes flutter shut.

“No fair,” you gasped at the feeling as he placed kisses all over your neck, he knew that was your weakness and he was taking advantage of it. He chuckled softly against your skin before kissing up to right underneath your ear, breathing softly into it.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” He whispered into your ear causing you to bite your lower lip.

“S-Stop,” you attempted to say but it came out more as a soft moan.

“Hmm doesn't sound convincing baby,” He kissed back down your neck before moving to the other side and sucking on a spot. Your arms moving around his neck as you swallowed hard, your eyes slightly rolling back at the feeling.

“Don't leave a mark,” You moved one hand into his damp hair, gripping it slightly before tugging it away. He trailed his tongue over it and kissed back up to your lips. You kissed him back hungrily as he moved his hands down gripping your ass letting out a soft groan. You could feel his hardness poking against you as your bodies pressed against one another.

“I need to go,” you whispered breathlessly as he kissed down your jawline again, taking your earlobe in his mouth sucking on it gently. You let out a moan at the feeling trying to hold back but he was doing everything to make it impossibly hard.

“Go then,” He chuckled softly into your ear teasing you. He knew he had you.

“I hate you,” You groaned softly, moving one hand to rub him through the towel wanting him deep inside you already.

“You fucking love me,” He growled pushing you back against his door before moving one hand swiftly down the front of your shorts as he let two fingers slide up and down your pussy feeling your wetness causing you to gasp softly.

“Still want me to stop?” He bit his lower lip letting out a groan at how soaked you were wanting to savor it. You rolled your eyes at his words causing him to softly laugh.

“Didn't think so,” He rubbed circles against your clit before thrusting both fingers deep into you causing you to moan. You spread your legs a little more, giving him space as his fingers worked in and out of you at a steady pace.

“Yes, Vin,” You leaned your head back against the door moaning once more as he leaned back in to plant kisses all over your neck.

“Not too loud baby,” He whispered against your skin, reminding you. You nod a little as he kisses back up to your lips devouring them. You kiss him back deeply as your arms wrap his neck. His tongue enters the kiss exploring your mouth as his fingers work faster in and out of you while his thumb doesn't leave your clit. You moan into the kiss glad its muffled as he moves his free hand under your shirt to grab your breast and slowly play with your nipple in between his fingers

“Fuck, Vinnie, don’t stop” You pull away from the kiss and whisper, biting your bottom lip to hold back any sound that was dying to slip out. You lean your head back against the door overwhelmed by pleasure as your eyes roll back shutting. You move your hips against his fingers as he smirks before slowly curling his fingers over and over deep inside you hitting your g-spot.

“Oh my God,” Your mouth falls open letting out a moan as you grip his shoulders steadying you as your legs begin to shake uncontrollably. You could feel the knot in your stomach form as your walls clenched around his fingers.

“Cum for me baby,” He whispered against your ear driving you over the edge as your climax took over releasing all over his fingers. He held you up as your legs gave out from the high before slowly taking his fingers out tasting you. “Good girl,” He whispers against your lips before kissing you as you kiss him back deeply. You move your hands to quickly undo his towel letting it drop to the floor before reaching for his hard dick stroking it.

You pull away ready to get down on your knees, but he shakes his head pulling you back up.

“I want you, now.” He growls, devouring your lips once more as you nod quickly wanting him just as bad. He bends down slightly lifting you up from the back of your thighs as your legs wrap around his waist and your arms around his neck. He pushes you back against the door as he lets out a groan feeling his tip rub against your wetness. Within seconds he thrusts deep into you causing you to moan loudly into the kiss as your back arches off the door into him.

“You’re so tight baby, fuck,” He pulls away from the kiss to mumble in your ear as his hips thrust in and out of you at a steady hard pace, his hands grip your ass as he buries his face into your neck.

“Faster Vin,” You tried to moan quietly but he felt so good it was impossible. He nodded pushing you back against the door harder as he fucked into you faster and deeper. “Yes, holy shit yes--” Your nails dug into his back as you leaned your head back against the door.

“Shhh baby girl,” He whispered in your ear letting out a soft laugh before kissing down your neck. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure at the feeling as you began to move your hips along with his meeting every thrust but you wanted more.

“Fuck mommy harder, Vin” You moaned into his ear knowing it would get to him. He loved it when you let him call you mommy. He let out a groan at your words losing control fucking you into the door harder and faster causing you to scream in pleasure. “Yes, yes my good boy” you moaned as your nails clawed down his back.

“I'm about to cum, mommy, fuck” He growled against your ear, breathing heavily as you nodded, feeling your orgasm get closer with every thrust. His sweaty and damp hair sticking to his forehead as he leaned his head back gripping you tighter against him pushing himself as deep as he could go hitting your g-spot once again causing you to moan loudly.

“I-Im--” You begin to say as Vinnie slams his hand over your mouth as you both hear a door open and someone walk around the house. You look into his eyes in horror as your body shakes attempting to hold your orgasm that was beginning to take over. Your heart beat loud in your chest as he held your body tightly shaking his head signaling you not to worry as the steps paced around. You hold your breath in fear causing your body to shake even more as your orgasm lingers, tightening your legs harder around him.

Vinnie lets out a soft groan at the shift and leans in kissing your forehead before you both hear the footsteps stop and a door close, he slowly removes his hand from your mouth attacking your lips with a smile enjoying the risk too much.

“Oh my God, Vin” You breath out holding a moan as he continues right where you both left off thrusting in and out of your hard and fast as the knot in your stomach grew biting your lower lip.

“Cum on my dick, mommy,” Vinnie whispered in a husky tone into your ear causing your climax to take over within seconds, you threw your head back as you attempted to hold back a loud moan, your walls clenched around him hard, causing him to twitch inside you.

“Yes, my good boy,” You whined as your high ran through your body. He moaned softly at your words, holding you tightly, cumming deep inside you leaving you both breathless. Your legs give out as they slowly unwind from around his waist down to the ground. He held you up hugging your body tightly kissing the top of your head.

“Never again,” you breath out looking up at him as he slowly lets you go to grab a towel.

“You started it,” He chuckled softly, bending down to clean you up as you held on his shoulders.

“Absolutely not,” You looked down at him in disbelief and frowned somewhat ashamed you couldn't keep your hands off each other for one weekend.

“Yes you did!” He whispered-yelled getting up “You came in here, remember?” He pointed out, causing you to roll your eyes.

“I’m so embarrassed, I hope no one actually heard us,” You leaned into him pressing your head into his chest wrapping your arms around him as he chuckled softly hugging your body tightly.

“It's not a big deal, we weren't caught,” He lifted you up, carrying you to his bed.

“Vin, I can't stay in here,” you insisted as he sat you down in the open covers of the bed. He frowned at your words getting in next to you.

“But you know I love to cuddle after,” He puts his arm around you as he covers you with his warm comforter making it hard to resist.

“You're going to make your parents hate me,” You pout cuddling into his bare chest placing a soft kiss on his peck.

“They could never,” He smiled at his win, hugging you in his arms placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I'm going to have to sneak out of here at like 7am, okay?” You look up at him as he nods, leaning his head on top of yours ready to fall asleep.

------

feedback always appreciated <3

#vinnie hacker #vinniehacker #vinnie hacker smut #smut #fanfiction #vinnie x reader #love #romance #vinnie hacker smuts #vincent hacker #wattpad #vinniehackersmut #vinnie #hacker #hype house

2K notes · View notes

starryhyuck · 3 years ago

Text

limit. (m)

pairing: gryffindor!mark x reader

words: 3.4k+

summary: with gryffindor on a continuous losing streak, you have no choice but to push your quidditch player boyfriend to his breaking point.

genre: smut

warnings: public sex, overstimulation, squirting, oral sex, degradation, daddy kink, face slapping

“If you keep pushing him, he’ll snap.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for.”

You observe Mark across the Great Hall, fingers clenched tightly around his spoon. The other Gryffindor seated beside him are eyeing him warily, afraid the resident happy Head Boy was slowly losing his mind.

This, of course, is partly due to you.

You’ve refused to give Mark an orgasm until Gryffindor wins a Quidditch match, which has effectively been very hard since the team has been on a losing streak. You and Mark aren’t animals, per se, but the two of you fucked regularly and the fact that he hasn’t gotten the chance to touch you in weeks is taking a toll on him.

Lucas swings an arm around his shoulder and whispers something to him, but Mark’s eyes are locked in on you. You could almost feel the magic radiating off of his form. You smile deviously, arm reaching to wrap around Donghyuck’s, who gladly accepts your touch. Luckily, Donghyuck enjoys pushing Mark’s buttons almost as much as you do.

Donghyuck’s in the middle of feeding you a bite of his chicken when all of the glasses in the Great Hall shatter. A jumbled murmur of shrieks and gasps of surprise echo at the performance of wandless magic. Students whip their heads around, frantically trying to find the source of the fiasco. You already know who the culprit is, watching as Mark stomps out of the Great Hall, fists clenched tightly.

—

Donghyuck snickers beside you.

“You’re really asking for it. Wearing Slytherin gear and sitting with the snakes? He’s going to ruin you.”

You roll your eyes, brushing off his comment and adjusting the green tie wrapped around your neck. You briefly lock eyes with your irate boyfriend, who is currently on the Quidditch pitch, waiting for the match to begin. You smile and wave at him innocently, only to receive the nastiest look in return.

Donghyuck laughs again at the exchange. “I’ve never seen Mark look like that. Are you sure you’re ready for the consequences?”

You grin as the game begins, the cheering sounds from the Slytherin stands almost drowning out your voice.

“He needs a little push. Gryffindor has lost three games in a row already.”

You prove Donghyuck right a hour into the game. Mark has been scoring goal after goal since the match started. Slytherin’s Keeper tries to block every single throw, but Mark is clearly on a mission, showing no mercy to the Slytherin house. He almost looks like he would Avada someone on the spot just to win.

Every time he scores, he makes a point to look straight at you before zooming off. You smirk to yourself, already feeling your panties dampen at the sight. One part of you is slightly afraid of what Mark will do to you once Gryffindor wins. The other part of you is unabashedly excited.

The Slytherins around you groan and complain as Mark continuously scores. Donghyuck is enjoying the show, knowing you’re truly in for it later after seeing the murderous look painted on Mark’s face.

The game ends after two hours, with the Gryffindor Seeker securing the Snitch and winning the match. The sea of red erupts in a roar of applause and cheers, while the Slytherins grumble and curse their luck. It was the first loss of the season for the Slytherins, and they could all thank your boyfriend for that.

Usually, when Mark wins a game, you would wait outside the locker rooms and congratulate him with a kiss. This time, you want to make him work for it a little more.

Donghyuck chuckles when he sees you turn the opposite direction of the locker rooms.

“You’re in for it now.”

—

You’re laughing at something Doyeon’s telling you when you feel the abrupt tug on your arm. You hiss at the contact, ready to hex whoever it is. Realization seeps within you when you see the look of fury on Mark’s face as he tugs you away from your friends.

“I’ll see you guys later!” You call out, already feeling the slick of your wetness coating your thighs.

“Okay! Great game, Mark!”

The Gryffindor boy doesn’t even thank them, pulling open the door to the empty Potions classroom and shoving you inside. You put on your innocent persona.

“That wasn’t very nice. I was having an interesting conversation with Doyeon, if you must know.”

“On the desk. Now.”

The anger laced in his tone has your body vibrating. You decide to push him even further, frowning and clutching your books tighter to your chest. You still have Donghyuck’s Slytherin scarf wrapped around you, which Mark is heavily glaring at.

“I don’t even get a please? Where are your manners, Mark?”

You gasp when he steps forward, fingers bunching around the locks of your hair and pulling. Hard.

“You think this is so funny, don’t you? Watching me fall apart, breaking all the glasses in the Great Hall and receiving detention for it? How about wanting to injure someone on the field just so we could win? Just so I can come back to you, fuck you so hard your tight cunt stretches out.” His fingers grip the fabric of your skirt and he growls. You swear you can feel your juices start running down the inside of your thigh with how wet you are. “And what about this? This stupid fucking little skirt. You think you could get away with that too?”

You placed a charm on your clothing early this morning, making your button-up shirt just a little tighter around your chest and your skirt a little shorter than normal. You smile and try to raise your chin as much as possible, struggling as Mark continues to pull your hair.

“Daddy likes it? I did it just for you. Just so Daddy could win today.”

Mark’s eyes are the darkest they have ever been, and you try not to glance down at his trousers, which are probably straining from his growing erection. You only play the Daddy card once or twice, mainly because once it’s out in the open, Mark fucks you until you can’t feel your legs. And most days, you would prefer not to limp from class to class.

Another gasp rips out of your throat when he discards your clothing with the flick of his wand. He casts a silencing charm on the room, and you know you’re done for.

He leaves you in your undergarments, and today, you have chosen to wear a nice lacy number in Slytherin green. The sight makes him hiss in frustration, and it isn’t long before he slams you down on a nearby desk. You whimper at the contact, but Mark hardly cares about your well-being at this point.

He snickers at the sight of your ruined underwear, snapping the garter you’re wearing against your skin as you yelp.

“Look at you. Greedy little slut. Who got you this wet?”

“D-Donghyuck,” you manage to say, gathering enough courage.

The answer earns you a slap across the face and you cry at the pain.

“Wrong answer. Try again.”

“Y-You, Daddy. Just y-you.”

He hums in contentment. You shudder when you feel a finger run up and down your slit. “I’m going to make the rules very clear today. You’ll do your best to obey them, or else I’ll use your body how I please without letting you cum. Understood?” At your timid nod, he continues. “I’m going to fuck your tight little cunt raw. I’m going to cum as much as I like, and make you cum as much as I like. If I hear any protests, I’ll add an extra orgasm to the list. I don’t care if you’ve reached your limit. I don’t care if you can’t handle any more. I’ll do whatever I like, and there will be no arguments about it.”

You chew on your bottom lip. Mark has never fucked you raw before — you both always use Muggle condoms or contraceptive charms.

“But, Mark-“

He slaps your clothed slit and you gasp loudly. “That’s another orgasm added to the list. Do you want another one? We’re already at five.”

Your eyes widen. You’ve never been able to take more than three orgasms from him without passing out. You immediately shake your head, sealing your lips tight.

“Good. Bend over.”

You scramble to follow his orders, shakily positioning yourself over the desk. Another flick of his wand and you’re completely naked. You whimper at the vulnerability, wondering if he also cast locking charms on the doors too. Anyone could walk in and see you bent over like this.

Mark usually likes to see your face when he fucks you so you’ve never really tried this position with him. Goosebumps rise on your skin when you feel his hands exploring your backside.

“Wish everyone could see you like this for me. Bent over during dinner while I fuck you into the table. They always tease me about you. Gryffindor Head Boy could never satisfy his partner. They think I’m such a goody-two-shoes.” You almost scream when a finger unexpectedly pushes into you. “I wonder what everyone would think now — having you bent over the Potions desk like this, eager to be fucked like a little whore. Waiting for my cock to split you apart, isn’t that right?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy,” you garble.

He adds another finger, the squelch of your wetness causing you to grow even warmer. He thrusts his fingers inside of you, skillfully digging them into the spot you love.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about your cunt? Ever since you made that ridiculous bet with me, I knew I was done for. I had to excuse myself so many times from class just to rub one out in the bathroom. Seeing you in this cute little skirt, so eager to earn House Points, so willing to please the professor. I imagined how tight your pussy would feel when I wrapped a hand around myself, how many of those sweet moans I could bring out of you.”

When he pushes a third finger in, you shriek as you cum without warning. You were probably moaning without any sense, writhing on top of the desk as Mark fingers you through your orgasm. He drank up every single one of your sounds, gazing down at you with a feral look in his eyes.

Even as your orgasm subsides, Mark doesn’t stop fucking you. You almost request for him to give you a break, but you know it’ll just earn you another orgasm.

He watches you, waiting for you to beg for him to stop. He smiles when you obey, continuing to thrash and whine as his digits pump into you.

“So pretty, perfect for me. You’re always so tight, it’s not fair to me, you know? I could fuck you every single day and you would still need to be stretched out regardless.” He leans over your frame, mouth beginning to press open mouthed kisses at your throat. The sensation has you jolting, his fingers grinding down to rub at your clit. “But you would like that, wouldn’t you? So hungry for my cock.”

This was true — you couldn’t seem to get enough of Mark on a daily basis. Even if you didn’t fuck every single day, you always had the urge to get on your knees for him and suck his cock. It calmed you in a way. Before exams, Mark would pull you into a nearby alcove and let you suck him off until your worries disappeared.

You could feel your high approaching again. “P-P-Please,” you stutter, gasping and pushing yourself further down his fingers. “Please, Daddy.”

At the sound of your begging, Mark sinks to his ground. He jerks your body until you’re halfway off the desk, pushing your thighs apart so he can see you fully. He takes a moment to marvel at how pretty you are before licking a stripe up your cunt. You groan, fingers tangling into his hair, which is still slightly damp from his after-game shower.

He hums against your folds, exploring them with his tongue. Mark could eat you out for days and remain unbothered by the outside world. There have been multiple times where you’ve woken up to his head in between your legs as he snuck into your dormitory room early in the morning to get a taste of you. There’s also been a few occasions when he would convince you to sneak out while he runs patrol in the hallways, just so he could prop you against a wall and eat you out until you cry.

Your eyes flutter closed as you revel in the feeling of Mark’s mouth on your cunt. He’s groaning with you, hands cupping your thighs and bringing you closer to him. His nose continuously nudges your clit as he licks you, slurping on the remnants of your orgasm.

It doesn’t register for a few seconds that he’s still talking to you.

“This is mine. My cunt for fucking. I’m the only one who’s allowed to see you like this, understand? The only one who gets to make you cum.”

He is, indeed. You topple headfirst into your second orgasm, juices spilling into Mark’s waiting mouth. He cleans you up as your body attempts to recover. You’re lucky he remembered to place a silencing charm, your voice almost giving out with the amount of screams you’ve emitted. He decides to spare you this time, rising from the ground and licking his lips.

“Tastes so good.” He smirks down at you, watching as your chest rises and falls from heavy panting. You feel like you’ve run a marathon, but he looks like he’s only just started. His fingers brush stray hairs away from your face. “Poor baby. All fucked out already? I haven’t even given you my cock yet.”

You blink deliriously in response and he laughs. His fingers dig into your hips once more as he adjusts you on your back again.

“How about you answer a question for me? If you answer correctly, I’ll give you my cock. If you fail, I’ll add another orgasm to the list.” You blink again in response, brain fuzzy. He grins. “Why don’t you tell me what a bad girl you’ve been these past few weeks?”

He slaps the inside of your thigh to jolt you out of your reverie. “I-I was a b-bad girl, Daddy.”

“Hm? And why’s that?”

“I ignored y-you,” you whisper as his hand cups your breast, tweaking your nipple between his fingers. “I cheered for S-Slytherin when I-I should have b-been c-c-cheering for Gryffindor.”

Your breath grows more shaky as Mark’s other hand inches towards your entrance again.

“And?”

“And I f-f-flirted with D-Donghyuck when I’m o-only s-s-supposed to have e-eyes for y-you, Daddy.”

“And?”

“And I charmed m-my clothes t-to tempt you.”

“Because?”

“Because I’m a whore.”

He smiles in contentment. “That’s right.”

Instead of pushing his fingers inside of you, you’re taken aback when the tip of his cock sinks into you. You moan loudly, not even noticing he had taken off his trousers.

“Fuck,” he curses, watching himself push into you. “Such a tight little cunt. Only for Daddy’s eyes, right?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy.”

His fingers find their way to your throat, curling and gripping your windpipe. You gasp and hear his sinister chuckle.

“There’s my little whore. Back in her place.”

He almost pushes you off the desk with the force of his thrusts. You have another small orgasm when Mark fully bottoms out, and he laughs when he realizes.

“Already? Looks like you’ve been just as desperate as me, baby.”

You’ve never taken more than three orgasms before. Since Hogwarts was a big school with many prying eyes, it was hard to get alone time with Mark like this. You often had to face the judgmental glares from the portraits whenever Mark fingered you behind one of the tapestries. Now that he has you all to himself, however, he intends to make the most out of it.

You’re pushing on the border of exhaustion, watching as your boyfriend continues to furiously push into you. He moves his hand from your throat to your cheek, slapping you once more to wake you up.

“Have to stay awake, baby. We still have two more to go.”

You mumble incoherently in response, past the point of comprehension. Once the tip of his cock rubs against your sweet spot, you cry out in pleasure. He grunts, angling himself so that he keeps hitting that spot inside of you. Over and over.

“M-Mark, I-“

“I know. Let me feel you, baby. Want to feel your cunt cum all over Daddy’s cock.”

You can’t begin to explain the tightening feeling in your stomach. You feel like you’re flying up to your peak at an unsteady rate. It almost feels like you need to use the bathroom, but before you can warn Mark, you fall apart.

You think you black out for a bit. You blink dazedly, body twitching and nervously moving on top of the desk. You get the strength to lift your head and check on Mark. His cock has slipped out of you, his gaze locked on your pussy.

“M-Mark?” You ask softly.

“Fuck, baby. You just squirted all over me.”

You gasp. You’ve never been able to squirt before and you eye the mess you’ve made all over Mark’s chest. He grunts, fingers pumping up and down his cock.

“Fuck fuck fuck. How can you be so perfect?”

And then he’s pushing back into you. You scream loudly, still trying to recover from such an intense orgasm. You realize that you’ve started crying, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Perfect girl for me,” he hisses, hand returning to paw at your breast. “Cunt is so so sweet. Can never get enough of you. Just give me one more, baby. One more.”

You want to tell him you can’t, you’ve reached your limit and can’t push it any farther. You squeal when he pinches your clit.

“Daddy, please-“

“Daddy wants another, baby. One more for me.”

His thumb circles your clit while his cock pistons in and out of you. When he finds your sweet spot again, he doesn’t rest. He’s on a mission to get you to orgasm again, the same expression painted on his face from the Quidditch game just a hour ago. He’s determined to see you fall apart, filth spewing from his mouth.

“I wish I could take you like this every time. Push you up in the hallways, fuck you until you’re a sobbing mess for me. Having everyone watch while I make you squirt, showing them I can fuck you better than anyone else can. I bet they would all be jealous. They could never have you falling apart for them, begging for them to fill you up with their seed.”

It dawns on you that Mark still hasn’t cast a contraceptive charm of any kind. He seems to be on the same wavelength as you, digging his heels to the floor and thrusting harder at the thought of cumming inside you. The lewd sound of your wetness fills the room, along with his grunts and your whimpers from oversensitivity.

“I want to fuck you everywhere before we leave this place. Want you to ride me in the middle of the Quidditch pitch for everyone to see. Want all the Gryffindors to watch as their Head Boy plows into his girlfriend in the common room. Want you to bounce on my cock during every meal. Fuck, I want you so badly, baby.”

When you squirt this time, you’re coherent enough to watch it happen. Drops of your slick pour out of you, gushing onto Mark’s cock and the floor. The sound of his thighs slapping against yours only grows louder and wetter with your orgasm.

Mark hisses. “Want my cum, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you echo back to him, barely staying awake.

He groans when he reaches his high, pushing deep inside of you to empty his load. He cums more than you expected, but you suppose he’s been holding it in for weeks. He finally finishes a minute later, collapsing on top of you. He subconsciously places kisses on your neck.

“Never act up like that again. I don’t think I have the stamina to do another round.”

You giggle, about to respond when the booming voice of your Potions professor echoes throughout the room.

“Mark Lee! What on earth do you children think you’re doing? Fifty points from Gryffindor!”

#nct smut #mark #mark smut

2K notes · View notes

chyanxrene · 4 years ago

Text

His obsession

♡ Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Y/N

♡ Summary: Draco has an Obsession with Y/N who has up until this time not given him the time of day, until she finally caves in at a Slytherin house party.

♡ Warning(s): Pure smut, hair pulling, choking, degradation if you squint

It was no secret Draco Malfoy was in love with Y/N Y/L/N, he would drool over her as soon as he laid his eyes on her. She was all he could think about. However the same couldn't be said for Y/N, despite Draco's numerous attempts to get the Slytherin princess to fall in love with him, nothing worked.

In Y/N's mind, he was just another player, who only wanted one thing from her. Why would she give him the time of day when she's witnessed him with a new girl everyday? Sure she found him attractive, but then again who didn't.

Draco never gave up, he'd send her flowers, chocolates he even wrote hand written notes to the young witch, some asking about her day others begging for a chance. But she didn't budge, she'd just shake her head, laugh or consume the edible gifts he gave her with her friends.

His friends told him to get over it, it was becoming comical the amount of times he had been rejected, but he didn't care. Her boldness, cunningness, sense of humour was everything he wanted in a woman. Draco Malfoy liked a chase and he would not give up without a fight.

Y/N rolled her eyes when she sighted the ice blonde strolling down the stairs with an unknown Ravenclaw witch. This was the second girl she had seen this week and it was only Tuesday. She never understood why he continued to have relations with all these other girls when he desperately tried to pursue her. Perhaps it was his way of making her jealous, but it only made her resent him more.

The poor Ravenclaw witch left, batting her eyelashes at Draco. Everyone knew he would never see her again, but she didn't, which made Y/N feel sorry for her.

Y/N smelt him before she saw him.

"You coming to the party tonight darling?"Draco sat down next to Y/N, interrupting her thoughts.

She closed her book "are you going to be there?" She asked Draco who was flickering his gaze from her lips to her eyes. He licked his bottom lip and nodded eagerly.

"Then no."

Y/N stood up and walked out of the common room. Draco was left utterly confused, did she not like the roses he had left her?

"Come on Malfoy, give it up, she not interested" Blaise Zabini joined his friend in the seating area.

"I don't get it, why can't she give me a chance?" Malfoy huffed, confused at his latest rejection.

Blaise let out a loud laugh, holding his stomach as he watched Draco.

"What?"

"You seriously don't know?"

Blaise then dropped his face realising his best friend really didn't understand what he was doing so wrong.

"Malfoy, you fuck a different girl every other day, Y/N sees all of it, why the hell would she want to date someone like that" he laughed.

Draco's face went into a scowl, his tactics clearly weren't working.

"I thought that would've made her jealous."

"Jealous? Crabbe has more of a chance dating her than you" Blaise cackled.

Draco stood up, stomping to his room. There was no feelings involved with the other girls, just a quick fuck, he would only think of Y/N whilst he done it anyway. But she didn't know that, so he would try again, tonight.

Y/N had left the common room only to be shoved into a wall by Hufflepuff who was crying her eyes out, running down the hall. At first she was angry but once she realised the witch from the year below was distressed she couldn't help but feel bad.

"What's wrong?" Y/N asked, rubbing the witches back.

The poor girl couldn't speak, she was stuttering all over the place, but one name made Y/N's hairs stand up Draco.

"W-we had sex and now he's with someone else."

Y/N consoled the younger witch and promised her she would deal with it.

Draco was wide eyed when he saw Y/N storm into his room. Red with anger, she threw her books onto his bed. Her hand was raised, ready to add some colour onto the pale boys skin, but she was too slow, he caught her wrist mid air and pushed her hand to her chest. Backing her against the wall.

"I've dreamed of moments like this, however in them you weren't trying to hit me" Draco drawled, his nose ran through Y/N's hair, inhaling the scent he loved so bad.

"You're a bastard" Y/N gritted, shoving Draco off her. "Don't fucking touch me!"

Draco's eyebrows furrowed "what's the problem darling?" He asked the girl he admired the most.

"You need to stop messing with these girls Draco, they're all distraught after being with you" Y/N growled.

Draco let out a small laugh.

"And you don't think I am? The girl I want the most can't even give me the time of day" he shouted back.

Y/N's mouth closed abruptly, she would not give in to him. "There's a reason for that, you're just a lad, someone who just wants to get there dick wet!"

Draco's frown turned into a smirk "I've only ever wanted you to wet my cock."

Y/N's breath hitched in her throat. Numerous conversations with Draco and he'd never used such vulgar words towards her.

Draco noticed this and a light bulb turned on in his head, maybe this could be his new approach, he was a master at dirty talk. He could easily make a girl cum by just his words alone — which he has done before.

He was slightly surprised that this is what Y/N liked, this only made him want her more, if that was even possible.

"You like that don't you?" Draco purred.

He stepped towards her again, a light pink shade painted on her cheeks.

"Stop Draco."

Y/N's hand went to reach the door knob behind her but Draco's cold hands stopped her.

His warm breath on her ear, he'd never had her in this position before "do you like when I talk to you like that?" He whispered.

A small whimper came from her throat.

"You filthy girl."

"Fuck, I could do so many things to you" Draco's knee pushed in between her legs, spreading them apart.

Y/N's breathing was heavy, she felt herself becoming wet, her underwear sticking to her pussy. She had to stay strong, she would not give him the satisfaction.

"I'd make you cum so hard, everyday" Draco breathed. "Fuck, I'd ruin you for every other man, stretch you so wide that you would be accustomed to my cock only" he growled.

"Shit."

She felt Draco's thigh coming in direct contact with her clothed clit.

"Let me make you mine Y/N, I want nothing more than to pleasure you and make you happy" Draco left a small kiss on Y/N's ear.

A knock came from behind them, bringing Y/N back to reality, she pushed him off her and swung the door open. Outside was another girl, she looked between them both, Y/N scoffed and walked out of his room. Draco was left in awe and a boner, which the unknown girl would be made to satisfy.

Later that night the party had come around Y/N wore her tight fitted forest green mini dress. It had a low back and a small slit on the upper thigh, she wore some black strappy heels to match with her outfit.

Whistles and cat calls were made as she walked into her houses party.

Y/N joined her fellow Slytherins, she was always down for a good time. Drinking, dancing and having fun in general.

She was known to be quite popular, she's what boys wanted and what girls wanted to be. That's one of many reasons why Draco was so infatuated with her.

She hadn't seen the Slytherin Prince yet, but Y/N knew he would be around. Probably with a different girl linked onto his arm.

Y/N found herself thinking about this afternoons conversation with him, she wanted more, but in the same breath she despised his actions.

She shook her head, maybe she was more than attracted to him but she didn't want to admit it. There was times when she would wonder how good he was in bed for girls to be crying and swooning over him. Maybe he was all talk, but she made a promise that she would never find out, even though a part of her wanted to.

Y/N had a few drinks, feeling herself loosen up and wanting to dance, she made her way to the centre of the common room. She swayed her hips to the beat, muggle music was playing which she enjoyed a lot. She closed her eyes feeling the sensual words of the song.

Draco had spotted her from when she first stepped into the party. He couldn't take his eyes off her, even when he had a red head witch attached to his arm. He wanted nothing more than to drag Y/N away and keep her locked in his room so no one else could see her provocative dance moves.

So he made his move, he left the red head alone and slithered through the crowds of wizards.

Finding his prize, he slipped behind her, snaking his long slender fingers around his waist and settling them. His hips moved in time with Y/N's, she knew it was him and purposely pushed her ass onto his groin, causing Draco to let out a quiet groan.

Her arms went behind her wrapped around his neck, her long nails scratching the back of his neck. He had to lean down as she was shorter than him, but he didn't mind, he was closer to her ear and that's exactly what she wanted. Maybe it was the alcohol but she wanted him to say filthy words to her, like before.

"If you were mine we wouldn't even be here right now" he growled, kissing her ear lobe.

"Why's that?" Y/N whispered, Draco's hands dug into her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Because, I would be fucking you senseless, in this pathetic excuse of a dress."

Y/N moaned at his words, imagining his large hands running all over her body. Attacking her pussy with his tongue, she craved it. She was beginning to realise that she wanted Draco Malfoy, she would never tell him that though.

The music continued and so did their dancing.

"Perhaps if you we're lucky I would let you join the party again, only when my cum was inside you"

"Draco" she whimpered, one of his hands made its way up towards her neck, holding it with a light grip.

"All those other boys that eye fuck you would know you're mine, they'd see my cum running down your thighs, they'd see the wobble in your walk, your swollen lips and I would be there so they knew who you belonged to."

Y/N was wet, more than wet, she felt her arousal leaking onto her thighs. Her underwear was uncomfortable as it was soaked.

"Draco move your hand" she whispered. She felt his hand sitting in the middle of her ass, making it impossible to concentrate and dance.

"That's not my hand darling."

That was it for Y/N she needed to get away from him. "I'm going to use the bathroom" she rushed, hurrying away from him and finding the nearest bathroom.

She took a deep breaths, her nipples were erected, face was red. She'd never been this turned on before.

She stared at herself in the mirror, an awful ache down below. She needed some release, she ran into the bathroom stall, slamming it and locking it behind her. Her thighs began rubbing together but it didn't work.

Y/N growled in frustration and walked out of the bathroom stall. She was faced with Draco, he had lust in his eyes, his breathing was laboured. He leaned against the door, she watched as his hand went to the lock and turned it.

"Draco" Y/N said which came out almost inaudible.

He closed the gap between them, his erection was apparent, creating a tent in his trousers.

"Tell me to stop."

Y/N gulped, feeling his hands settle on either side of her face, cupping it gently, his darkened eyes remained on her lips.

"Tell me to stop Y/N."

She couldn't think, she was too turned on, she wanted satisfaction so badly. She wanted Draco to be the one to do it. His mouth inched further towards her own, she felt his breath on her lips.

"I won't be able to control myself if you don't ask me to stop right now" he mumbled, holding her face tighter.

Y/N had finally caved, she wanted him.

"Don't stop."

Draco's mouth instantly dove onto Y/N's. It was a desperate kiss, tongues were in and out of the others mouths. Teeth were clashing against one another's, Draco groaned at the taste of her mouth. He loved it, he knew no one else would compare to her.

Draco backed Y/N harshly against the sink, her lower back bending slightly, a small hiss came from her mouth at the force of his push. His hands were no longer on her face, they were everywhere. Y/N couldn't keep up, one moment they were on her thighs, then her waist, they brushed against her nipples.

Their mouths were still connected, they couldn't get enough of each other. Draco kicked her feet apart, one hand holding her neck, the other drew patterns on her inner thighs.

Y/N became more desperate for him, a small thrust from her hips made Draco laugh.

"Patience darling, I want this as bad as you do, but I want you to be ready for when I give you my cock, I don't want to hurt you."

His fingers brushed her clothed cunt, the friction between the lace and her clit was sending Y/N over the edge. "Fuck you're so wet, tell me it's because of me" Draco said hoarsely, it almost came out like a beg.

"Yes Draco."

Draco let out a strangled groan, pushing her underwear to the side so he could come into direct contact with her sensitive clit. He rubbed circles around it, causing Y/N to moan his name.

"Fuck, I can't believe I've finally got you like this" he moaned, feeling the wetness on his fingers. Y/N was withering beneath him, rubbing herself against his fingers, but Draco was taking his time.

A part of him wanted to savour this moment as he didn't know if this could happen again.

His middle finger entered Y/N with ease, her wetness surrounding his digit. Draco's hand fell from her throat onto the edge of the countertop, gripping it, turning his knuckles pale. He was enjoying this just as much as Y/N.

Draco's finger curved, stroking her rippled wall. The pad of his thumb still pleasuring her clit, Y/N was close, she wanted to cum so badly. He slipped in another finger, Y/N instantly squeezed them, nearing closer to her orgasm.

"You're so fucking tight, I can't wait to feel you around my cock."

Draco's fingers pumped in and out of her quickly, Y/N was panting against his neck, she sucked and bit on his pale flesh. Her mark was now on his skin, Draco saw this in the mirror and oh he could've came right then and there.

"Oh God, Draco" Y/N cried into his shoulder, he had added another finger, stretching her out and preparing her for his cock. "Cum, fuck I want to taste you so bad, cum Y/N."

That was it for Y/N, her pussy tightened around his three fingers, his thumb continued to rub her clit. She came moaning his name "that's it" Draco cooed in her ear.

He pulled his soaked fingers out, watching them with hooded eyelids. Y/N watched him with a blush on her cheeks as he dipped each finger into his mouth, sucking and moaning at the taste.

"Better than I ever imagined."

But Draco wasn't finished, he wanted to be inside her, he wanted her to cum around his cock the same way she did with his fingers. He pulled her into a passionate kiss, not an eager one like before.

Y/N was spun around, her back against his chest, she was pushed forward by his large hands. Y/N bit her lip as she watched Draco eye her backside which was now exposed to him. He was so hot, she thought to herself.

Draco looked at her through the mirror, his trademark smirk now on his face. His hand raised and fell hard on her ass, causing her to jolt forward "that's for calling me a bastard."

He slapped her again.

"That's for ignoring my gifts."

And again.

"That's for rejecting me."

Y/N was a moaning mess, she was wetter than before. Draco saw this as he watched her exposed pussy "now look at you" he laughed.

"Bending over for me, waiting for me to fuck you."

"Fuck you Draco" Y/N spat, this was why she didn't want to give into him because he was a smug prick. Y/N went to get up, Draco gripped the back of her hair, pushing his erection between her ass cheeks. She let out a small sob.

"Exactly."

Y/N was pushed forward again, his hand remained on her lower back, holding her in place. "Keep your eyes on me darling."

Y/N felt Draco snap her underwear, he unbuttoned his trousers pushing them down with his boxers. Y/N's eyes went wide, it all made sense now, why the girls were always crying, itching to have sex with him.

It all made sense.

He was big, not big like 'oh that might satisfy you'. No, he was big big, Y/N couldn't believe it, she wondered how the hell he was going to fit that inside her. She was definitely not walking straight after this, he must've hid it well because she never expected him to be that large.

"This is yours, after this" he said whilst rubbing his tip up and down Y/N's entrance. "It belongs to you and so will I."

Draco's head was thrown back as he held onto Y/N's hip tightly. His other hand was in her hair, he pushed his tip inside her, groans came out of them both simultaneously. He pulled out and pushed into her again, this time making her take more of his dick.

It was never ending for Y/N, he just kept going, inch by inch he entered her. Stretching her so wide and reaching close to her cervix. Draco's face was red, his breathing was heavy.

"I- fuck, I can't, shit" Draco couldn't form a proper sentence, he was fully inside her, his cock was hugged so tight by her pussy he knew he was going to cum within minutes.

Draco pulled out halfway and pushed into her again, he repeated this action a few times, he saw through the mirror that Y/N's eyes were screwed shut.

"Shit, are you okay? I can stop, fuck, do you want me to stop? Is it hurti-" Draco was cut off by Y/N opening her eyes.

"Fuck me Draco."

His eyes widened, he nodded quickly, both hands were now gripping onto her hips, digging into her. He thrusted hard, a loud scream came from Y/N's mouth. Draco stalled but Y/N told him to keep going.

He picked up his pace, pulling 3/4 of the way out and slamming back into her. He was fucking her hard, with determination in his eyes. He couldn't believe this was happening, especially after their conversation this morning. Draco was on cloud nine.

"Oh fuck Draco."

"I know" he growled, he pulled her hips back at the same time to meet his aggressive thrusts. The sounds of their skin slapping together echoed throughout the bathroom, partnered with distance background music. The sound to Y/N was so erotic.

She was coming close to her second orgasm, Draco must've felt her clench around him as he let out a growl and started to rub her clit.

Y/N had never had sex like this before, she loved every bit of it. Draco's face whilst he was fucking her turned her on even more. He watched his cock slip out of her and then bit his lip when he pushed back into her. He was going to cum.

Draco pinched her clit, which was it for Y/N. She was screaming his name, her thighs shaking, her vision became blurred.

"Fuck, tell everyone who's making you cum like that" he grunted, his thrusts were now short and deep.

Y/N cried out as Draco continued to fuck her in order to chase his own orgasm. "Tell them who you belong to, who you always belonged to."

"You Draco, it's you."

That sent Draco over the edge, his thrusts were sloppy as he found himself cumming. He left bruises on Y/N's hips from his fingers.

Y/N moaned feeling his cum spill inside her, rope after rope of his warm, thick cum it was so much. Draco had never came like this before, he found himself not knowing when it would end.

Y/N was filled up with it, he pulled out, two more spurts landing on her ass cheeks and then his dick went soft again. He let out a string of curse words, before he ran to grab tissue.

He wiped Y/N's red ass, removing his cum and then wiped himself. Y/N was still catching her breath as she watched as Draco pulled his boxers up, followed by his trousers.

"Are you okay?" He asked her with concerned eyes. Y/N couldn't speak, she just stared at him, her mouth agape. She watched him as if she was star struck.

"Say something."

Draco looked around nervously, slightly feeling uncomfortable as if he'd done something wrong. Y/N cleared her throat and stood up as straight as she could. Her pussy was hurting, her ass was sore, she could feel his cum sliding down her inner thighs.

"Y/N, fuck, if I've done something wrong just tell me."

Y/N shushed him with her finger, she pulled him towards her by his shirt. Draco was confused, even more when she pulled him into a sweet kiss. He returned the kiss, melting into it, Y/N pulled away and scanned his features.

He was blushing "do you" he trailed, looking down at her inner thighs "should I get a tissue for that?"

"Leave it, I want all the boys that eye fuck me to know I'm yours."

#draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #dracosmut #smut #draco x y/n #harrypotter #harry potter #dracomalfoysmut #dracomalfoy #draco malfoy smut

3K notes · View notes

jungwonenthusiast · 3 years ago

Note

nonvirgin!jay and inoccent virgin!femreader just making out while reader is sitting on jay's lap and they end up getting horny and they end up doing it. you can add more things if you want, I trust you

A/N: I’m kind of a sucker for the “taking the readers virginity” concept so forgive me if i get carried away lol (also forgive me if i played too much into the “innocent” concept, ik that its unrealistic but its just for funzies lol)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), fingering (f recieving), slight corruption kink, pretty vanilla i think

Word count: 1.8 k

You watch Jay type away on his laptop at his desk. You notice the muscles shifting under his shirt every time he reaches for a sip of water.

You guys never went further than making out and for a while you were fine and happy with that, but these days you’re finding it harder and harder not to tug his shirt off and push him onto the bed.

“Hi baby,” Jay says as you sit sideways on his lap. “What’s up.”

“Are you done yet?” you ask.

“Almost,” he kisses your cheek. He’s studying for an exam he has next week. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” you groan.

He chuckles. “We can hang out for a bit but then I have to go back to working, okay?”

You smile and peck him on the lips. Then again, and again, and again until your mouths are parting and his tongue is against yours. He adjusts you so that you’re straddling him in his desk chair. His hands warm and comfortable on your waist. He’s never touched you anywhere other than ur head, arms, legs, and waist, and right now you want something more. You take his hand and trail it up to your chest. He smiles into the kiss.

You can tell that he’s surprised and nervous judging from how gentle his hand is on you. But after a few minutes he begins to indulge in this new privilege and softly massaging you as you let out small moans.

You pull away from him. “Do you wanna- go to the bed?” you ask.

“Of course.” he chuckles and carries you to the mattress.

He lays you down gently before climbing on top of you.

You pull him in for another kiss.

He nudges his knee between your thighs and you can’t help but rock your hips against him. He notices and it gives him an instant hard on.

“Jay,” you exhale.

“Mhm?” he asks, peppering kisses down your throat.

“I wanna uhm- do it?” you say unsurely, giggling.

“Really?” he looks at you, wide eyed and you nod. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” you say sheepishly, not making eye contact.

He smirks and goes back to kissing your neck, now with tongue. You feel his hands travel up your sweatshirt (his sweatshirt actually) and you take a deep breath, trying not to whimper from his gentle touch.

His hands move to grope your chest and he pinches your sensitive nipples lightly. You whine and squirm underneath him.

“Do you need something?” he asks and you feel blood rush to your cheeks.

“Yeah,” you say quietly.

“What is it sweetheart?” he kisses your forehead. “Don’t be shy.”

“Touch me please.” you say into his neck, not able to look at him.

“Good girl,” he says before slowly sliding his fingers down down down into your underwear.

You twitch right away.

“Have you never..?” he asks and you blush.

“I have, but I’ve never...finished.” you say sheepishly.

He nods. "Let's change that shall we?"

He kisses your jaw before gently circling your clit. You grip at his forearm and he smirks.

“You’re doing so good.” he coos before kissing you softly.

He pushes your hoodie up and wastes no time to get to kissing your chest, running his tongue over your nipples.

You whimper and grind your hips against his fingers. “More.”

Soon all of your clothes are on his bedroom floor. He pulls away to admire your figure but you can’t help you try to cover up. He doesn’t try to pull your arms away though he just comes up to you and says: “You know how beautiful you are right?”

You turn your head away from him, blushing. “Shut up.”

He chuckles and kisses your shoulder. “Really though, you’re hot as fuck.”

Your eyes widen. No one has ever called you that before. You usually get “cute” or “pretty”, never hot.

He plants kisses from your shoulder to your lower stomach, stopping every now and then to give you a hickey. You’re already gripping at the duvet by the time he gets to your hips. You writhe, not being able to stand the burning between your legs.

“Patience baby,” he kisses your inner thigh. “It’ll feel better if you wait.”

He sucks hickies on your soft flesh and you can literally feel yourself dripping.

“Please,” you beg. “I need it.”

He smirks before opening his mouth, getting nearly all of your cunt on his tongue. Your knees instantly snap around his head but he’s quick to push them back open, keeping you spread and pretty for him.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your fingers lacing through his black hair. It’s new; not being able to control your pleasure, but at the same time, that’s what made it so good.

He pushes his tongue into you before circling it around your clit. “Fuck, you taste good.” he growls.

Your hips twitch as he works his tongue against you and you whimper.

He pulls away to slowly push a finger into you. You whine and grip at his forearm.

“You okay?” he asks before kissing you, letting you taste yourself. You nod, getting used to the foreign feeling.

“One more.” you say and he graciously obeys.

Your head falls back as he stretches you out.

“So wet.” he whispers while massaging your chest with his free hand. “You’re taking my fingers so well.” he purrs while pushing up on your sweet spot.

He rests the base of his palm against your clit, letting you grind against him.

You start to feel a strange sensation in your stomach. “Fuck,” you moan. “I can’t I can’t.”

“It’s okay baby,” he kisses your cheek. “Just feel it.”

Your grip on his arm tightens as you start to get closer and closer.

“You can do it,” he whispers. “Be good.”

Your legs begin to tremble and before you know it, your orgasm crashes over you like a big, cold, wave. Your eyes close shut and your mouth parts as you whimper softly.

He kisses your cheeks while slowly pumping his fingers into you.

“You did so good,” he says. “How was it?”

“Really good,” you exhale with a giggle. You shut your legs. “I’m embarrassed now~”

“Why?” he chuckles.

You cover your face with your hands. “You just saw me do that.”

“So? I wanted to,” he kisses you softly. “And it was really hot.”

He pulls his fingers out of you and slips them into his mouth. Your eyes widen. He smirks. “You taste too good.”

Good god he’s hot, you think. You kiss him hard. “Fuck me please.”

It only takes seconds for his jeans to be unzipped and his shirt to be on the floor.

He teases your clit with his tip before slowly pushing into you, stopping every couple of seconds to help you adjust.

You don’t struggle much considering how wet and worked up you are.

He kisses your jaw. “Ready?”

“Mhm,” you nod with excitement.

He gives you a sweet kiss before thrusting into you, hitting your g spot every time.

You cling onto his back, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“You’re so wet,” he growls. “I never knew that my sweet girl would want to be ruined like this.”

You shy away from him but he holds your face.

“Don’t be shy sweetheart.”

You nuzzle into his neck. “Harder.”

He smirks before grabbing the headboard and pounding into you. You let out a loud whine and it’s music to his ears.

“Look how good you take it.” he caresses your hair. “My precious baby.”

“You feel so good.” you whimper. “How does it feel so good?”

He chuckles lightly, amused by your confusion.

“Maybe it’s because we’re meant for eachother.” he says and you giggle.

You wonder if anyone else knows how sweet he is. His heart must be made of honey.

You mewl under him, grabbing onto everything you can reach out of desperation.

“Touch yourself.” he says and your eyes go wide. “You heard me, I wanna watch you.”

You shyly trail your fingers down to your clit. He places his hand on top of yours for a moment to get it moving.

You moan as the feeling of his cock inside of you and your fingers on your clit begin to combine.

“Oh my god don’t stop,” you beg as he grinds his hips into yours.

He wouldn’t even dream of stopping. The way your eyebrows are furrowing, your mouth is parting, and your smooth skin under his hands is enough to drive him insane. He’s basically drunk on you. He could do this all day.

“I love you.” you whisper and he kisses your jaw.

“I love you too sweetheart.”

He continues to ruthlessly snap his hips against yours.

“Such good pussy,” he says to himself.

“Jay,” you whisper, barely being able to speak. Your legs are trembling and your hips are starting to twist.

“Cum for me baby,” he encourages you. “Make me proud.”

He watches as you come undone. Your eyes rolling back, your back arching, all of it. It’s enough to send him over the edge.

He groans into your neck as your cunt pulses around him. You hold onto him tight, still in shock from the orgasm he gave you.

He kisses your collarbone and rubs your waist. “Good girl.” he says before kissing your forehead.

He pulls out and quickly rushes to get a towel to clean you up.

Comfortable silence wafts by as he does so.

“What am I supposed to say now?” you joke and he laughs.

“Usually you just say ‘you were so good’ or something like that.”

You frown. “I don’t wanna be reminded that you’ve had sex with other people before.”

“Why? Does it make you jealous?” he teases.

“A little.” you roll your eyes.

“Okay this will be my first time from now on.” he says and you giggle.

“We just lost our virginities dude.”

“Sick right?” he plops down beside you and gives you a fist bump.

#enhypen smut #jay enhypen smut #Kpop smut

1K notes · View notes