#it’s like the sexiest part of the male body

[hoejosatoru]

Why are guys lower stomaches sooo sexy. Like when a guy stretches n his shirt lifts up and you can see that lil strip of tummy right about their boxers. And if they got a little happy trail or let out a sleepy little sound 😵‍💫

[cloudzoro]

Kink Discovery | haikyuu ♡

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individual reaction/headcanon scenarios on kink discovery with haikyuu characters!

reaction/headcanon requests for jjk, one piece, haikyuu, fmab & death note (male & female characters) are OPEN!

jjk vers | op vers | masterlist

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters included: aran, atsumu, daichi, mattsun, tsukki, ukai, bokuto, tendo

cw: drunk sex (atsumu), public sex, facefucking, deepthroating, dom!tendou, biting, spitting, marking, jealousy, ukai is kind of a meanie, fem!reader

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Aran Ojiro - lingerie

When you wake up on your birthday, Aran has already left for work. There's a small gift bag sitting on the dresser, stuffed with tissue paper. Beneath all the tissue paper sits a cute lacy lingerie set and a note.

Happy birthday, baby. I'm only working a half shift today. Be ready when I get back.

- your loving husband

You spend the rest of the morning getting ready, excited for what the second half of your birthday will bring you. The lingerie set fits perfectly; Aran has been adamant about knowing your size in everything when you first started dating. You feel sexy in it, and knowing that your husband wants to see you in it, you take some mirror selfies. You put effort into finding the sexiest poses and position yourself so your husband can see multiple angles. You sort through your favourites and send them to him with a message asking when he'll be home. He responds immediately, telling you to sit pretty and wait for him to be home soon.

It doesn't take long for Aran to get home. As soon as you hear the door click shut behind him, you exit the bedroom and meet him face-to-face. He takes a second to look you up and down.

“The pictures don't do you justice,” he says, pulling you into a kiss and patting your thigh. You jump at his signal, wrapping your legs around him, and your big, strong husband carries you back to your bedroom. Initially, Aran bought the lingerie because he knows it makes you feel sexy. He always thinks you look beautiful in it, but he never went as crazy over it as he feels now. He drops you down to the mattress and removes his shirt.

“Happy birthday, sweet girl,” he says, leaning down to kiss you again. He kisses around the edge of the lace on your chest and down to the waistband of your panties. He showers you in compliments, letting you know how much of a goddess you are to him and how he worships the ground you walk on. He pulls your panties to the side instead of sliding them down your leg. “I'm not ready to take these off yet”, he says before diving in and flicking his tongue against your clit.

Atsumu Miya - public

Atsumu backs you against the door of the club bathroom, refusing to part from your lips as he reaches for the lock. He told you before you even left the house, there's no way he'd ever be able to behave himself around you in that dress. One of his hands wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to his body, and the other slips underneath the skirt of your dress.

“You look so good”, he growls. He moves his kisses down to your neck. You're so worked up by the combination of alcohol and lust in your system. His hand dips into your underwear and he groans against your skin when he feels how wet you are. He kisses your lips again and walks you over to the sink. He turns you around to face the mirror, and you stumble forward slightly, angled over the sink. Atsumu pushes you further over the sink. “Love seeing you like this.”

He's quick and desperate when he pulls your underwear down your legs. He waits for you to kick them away so he can pick them up and tuck them into his jeans pocket. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock free, lining it up with your pussy. When he pushes into you, Atsumu moans louder than expected; the walls of your pussy always seem to unravel him.

“Quiet tsumu, someone might hear us” Your plea, however, only makes Atsumu louder as he pictures one of his friends walking in on the two of you.

“And what if they did, huh? What if someone walked in to see me fucking this pretty pussy? I'd keep going, let ‘em watch. Would you like that?” You hear him growl under his breath when you nod in response.

You look up at his face in the mirror's reflection and see a grin plastered on his. He lifts one of your legs, using the counter to support it, and pulls the rest of your body upright. You turn your head to look at him properly, and he immediately kisses your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth. His hips pick up speed, and he gets rougher with you, desperate to make you cum. When you start whining that you're close, Atsumu moves his hand that was holding your leg to play with your clit, getting you closer and closer to cumming.

“scream for me, baby, let everyone out there know I'm fucking you good.”

Daichi Sawamura - facefucking

Daichi returns home from work, and within seconds, you're standing in the entryway, waiting to throw yourself into his arms. It's late in the evening, but you don't mind; all you want is to see your husband. After he takes his jacket off and hangs it up, he looks you in the eye and steps towards you. He reaches out, and you waste no time pulling him into a kiss. His arms wrap around you, squeezing you as tight to him as you can get.

“I missed you today. Sorry I'm home so late”, he sighs after pulling away, touching his forehead against yours. You cup his face and push him back slightly to see his face properly. Daichi stares at you with tired eyes, struggling to focus on you.

“I missed you too. How about we get you to bed so we can spend the day together tomorrow?” you say, running a hand through his hair. He shakes his head in protest, leaning back in to kiss you. You smile into the kiss. You drag him into the living room and tell him to sit on the sofa. He groans as you drop to your knees in front of him. He reaches down to unbutton his trousers, and you swat his hands away.

“let me take care of you,” you say, doing it for him.

“You're so good to me, baby”, he groans as you lick up his cock. You take his cock into your mouth, and he loudly moans. He's too tired to keep his composure, so his hips buck up into your mouth. You try to push your mouth as far down as it will go. “don't take all of me if you can't do it, baby; this already feels insane”, he says. You ignore his words and relax your throat. His tip hits the back of your throat, and you gag slightly. The strangled noise Daichi makes is unlike anything you've heard from him before. He pulls you off his cock, panting loudly.

“Is everything OK?” you ask, voice tired and raspy. Your husband smiles at you, nodding his head.

“Perfect baby, I just - let me fuck your face,” he says. “Please”, he adds. You nod, opening your mouth for him. His hand grabs the back of your hair, holding you in place and thrusting his hips up into your mouth. The tight feeling of your throat has him cumming the quickest he ever has. You swallow everything he gives you, and he watches you in awe. He tucks himself back into his trousers and pulls up onto his lap.

“Was that good?” you ask, and he laughs at the ridiculousness of your question.

“I'm barely even functioning right now. You were perfect. Give me a few minutes to recuperate, and we can go to bed.”

Issei Matsukawa - marking

Mattsun wishes he could control his jealousy problem. He knows you would never cheat, but seeing you laughing away with his friends leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He knows it shouldn't bother him, but when you give Makki a goodbye hug and wish him happy birthday, it makes his skin crawl.

When he finally gets you home, he immediately pulls you to the bedroom, growling under your breath about how he's so much better than stupid Makki. You roll your eyes at his muttering, but you're not going to complain when he's channelling his jealousy into fucking you.

It doesn't take long before you're on your back, legs wrapped around Mattsuns waist as his cock stretches you. You claw at his back as he buries his face in your neck, fucking you slow and deep.

“You're mine. I'm gonna mark you up, maybe then my friends will remember you're taken” Your neck muffles his voice, but the raspy tone of his voice still makes you whimper. He attaches his lips to your neck, teeth grazing the skin and sucks a pretty mark into your neck. When he's finished, he leans back to look at the mark. He's overcome with the urge to add more, so he does. He continues slowly rocking his hips and sectioning his mouth over any patch of skin he can get to.

When he's finally done, your neck and shoulders are covered in very obvious red and purple marks. Feeling satisfied and accomplished, he picks up his pace. His large hands grip the back of your thighs and push your legs up to your chest. He fucks your harder, eyes flickering from your marked up chest to your blissed out face.

“You're so fucking pretty”

Kei Tsukishima - Spitting

The two of you are at a house party. Tsukki stands in the kitchen chatting to Kyotani, and you cling to his side. He looks good, and you can't help teasing him. He tries not to give in because he's in public, but when you wait for Kyotani to get another drink and lean up to whine in his ear, his patience wanes. He grabs your hand and drags you into the nearest bedroom.

“You're so needy,” Says Tsukki, pushing his hands into your panties. “You seriously couldn't wait until we went home?.” His words may sound harsh, but there's a smile on his face as he kisses you. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth has your mind going hazy. You don't even register your words until they leave your mouth.

“spit on me”, you whine, opening your mouth for him. He pauses to think it over, it's the first time you've ever requested him to spit on you. He obliges, spit landing on your tongue, then reconnects your lips. He pushes his fingers inside you as his kisses get messier. He has you pressed against his friend's bedroom wall, fingering you and you cling to him.

“if you're good and cum for me now, I'll take you home and fuck you properly.” he growls moving his kisses to your neck. “I'll be as nasty as you want me to be. I'll spit on that pretty pussy before I eat it. I'll make a real mess of you” He's usually mouthy during sex but he's never dirty talked like this before. You're both desperate and he grinds against your leg as he works you to your orgasm.

You cum almost immediately, legs shaking as he holds you upright. He kisses you, sucking on your tongue as he lets you ride out your orgasm. He sucks his fingers into his mouth and walks out of the party, not even bothering to say goodbye to the host. He has something much more appealing in his mind.

Keishin Ukai - begging

Keishin leans back against the sofa, staring at you with a smug grin on his face as you ride his cock. In the heat of an argument, you had told him you didn't need him to get off, that you could do all the work yourself. After talking through your petty argument, he found the comment lingering in his head so he decided to prove you wrong. He kissed all over your pretty skin, spoke soft words and got you all worked up, only to sit back and tell you that if you want to cum then you have to do it yourself or take back what you said. You, ever the stubborn type, accepted his terms and took the reins for once. His cock feels so good, reaching all the deepest spots inside you.

“feels so good” Your voice comes out as an airy whine, and your boyfriend tries his best to keep his composure as you clench around him. Your hand presses into his bare shoulders to use as leverage to keep your hips moving. After a few minutes, the muscles in your thighs start to burn, and you slow down, choosing to grind down on him instead of bounce. Keishin notices what you're doing and laughs, trying his best not to show you how affected he is.

“I thought you could do it all yourself. What's wrong, baby?” he asks condescendingly. Your thighs shake slightly as you will yourself to keep moving. “If you want me to take over, all you have to do is tell me how much you need me”, He says in a smug sing-song voice. You groan, you don't want to admit defeat, but if your boyfriend doesn't put you on your back and fuck your brains out, then you might combust.

“Please, Keishin”, you beg, “I need you so bad. Want you to pin me down and fuck me” He's never heard you beg before, but the way your voice trembles when like you're so desperate for him you're going to cry flips a switch inside him, and he happily turns you so you're laying with your back against the sofa cushions.

“Don't you worry, baby I got you.”

Kotaro Bokuto - size kink

Your boyfriend's size was always a major turn-on for you, but he never gave your size difference much thought until now. Bokuto has you in his arms, fucking you against the wall.

“You take me so well, pussy was made for me”, He moans in your ear. You hold on to him the best you can as he stretches you out. The way your pussy is clenching around him has him seeing stars.

“You're so big, Kou”, you whine, and he almost cums on the spot. He's used to compliments about the size of his muscles, but the way you cry out about the size of his cock and struggle to take him full ignites a different kind of fire within him.

“You can take me; you always do”, he growls. He's always sensitive, your tight pussy brings him to the edge fast, but he tries to hold off as he makes you cum with him. His grip tightens around you as he puts you on the bed. He leans over you fucking you harder. He dwarfs you in size, which is made clearer by the way you're hidden in his shadow. If someone were to walk in, they might not even see you. His size makes him feel like he can protect you no matter what and fuels his pride. His words are slurred and garbled together as his hips rut wildly into you. You're both close, and it doesn't take long for you to cum. Bokuto follows soon after, unable to withstand the way your pussy pulses around his huge cock, and he fills you up with cum.

“Fuck”, you groan, dragging out the vowel. “Sometimes it scares me how much you stretch me out. You're too big,” you whine, clenching around him again. He hasn't moved from inside you, opting instead to squish you slightly. You don't miss the way his cock twitches when he compliments your size. “round two?” you ask, pulling his head up so he can look you in the eyes.

“I thought you said I was too big?” he asks playfully. He lifts himself back up to his forearms and pulls you into a sweet kiss, rocking his hips into you again.

Satori Tendou - biting

Tendou has always been a bit wild in the bedroom, and he's never afraid to bring things up with you, so when he asks mid-stroke if he can sink his sharp teeth into your skin, you don't hesitate to say yes.

He has you positioned face down, ass up. Your face is squished against the sheets as Tendou holds you down by your hair. He fucks you slow and hard to begin with, building you up to an orgasm, then holding still and tearing it away from you. You can feel his breath on your shoulder blade; he occasionally presses sloppy kisses there or lets his teeth scrape against your skin, but he has yet actually to bite down. You know it's coming, and the anticipation is making you restless that, combined with the frustration of a denied orgasm, almost has you in tears.

“‘Tori” you whine, and he softly shushes you.

“It's ok, angel. I'll make you come soon I promise” he coos, pressing another kiss to your back. His hips speed up and you feel the coil tighten in your stomach. He pays close attention to your reactions and just when you get lost in the feeling of your impending orgasm he leans down and bites the skin of your shoulder blade. The sudden sting makes heat fill your body as you cum. Your legs shake and your boyfriend's skilled hands rub soothe your tired muscles. The feeling of sinking his teeth into you is ingrained in his brain and he admires the mark on your back as you catch your breath.

“That was incredible” you breathe out, cutting yourself off with a moan when Tendou runs his tongue over the teeth marks in your skin.

“You're incredible” He smiles before kissing your shoulder again.

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[readychilledwine]

Cassian who after you two realize you’re pregnant slowly stops doing as much training to spend time with you and your growing body.

Cassian who slowly starts eating the foods you crave so you don’t feel alone in the weird things you’re eating

Cassian who slowly starts getting a “dad bod” towards the end of your pregnancy, still keeping his muscle mass in his arms and legs, his abs are just starting to get a little more full.

Cassian who realizes you’re starting to like the dad bod more than the straight hard ass muscle and after the little babe is boring starts taking more days off of training to stay in his new body shape for you

I'm. Salivating.

Dadbod

Summary - After the pregnancy and birth of your first daughter, you aren't the only one dealing with body changes

Warnings - insecure Cassian, suggestiveness and implied smut, teasing from Rhys and Azriel.

A/N -i want everyone to know what my vision of a "cut dadbod" is. It's Jason Momoa in Aquaman. He's lean, muscular, and cut, but he's not what cassian would typically be of rippling muscles and abs you can wash laundry on. So, I attached a picture of the image that came to mind while reading this 🤤🥴

Your honor, I need him. Sexually.

Cassian sighed loudly as he looked himself over in the mirror. There was no denying he had put on weight with your pregnancy, and especially with the pressures of fatherhood and a newborn, but Mother above you wanted him.

Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as your eyes slightly glazed over, focused in on his strong arms and shoulders, on his chest, his stomach. Yes, cut abs no longer sat exposed all the time, begging to be licked between every ridge, but there was something about how his build now accentuated the v of his hips, how it highlighted his still trim waist without distracting from it.

Your mate was the most attractive male you'd ever laid eyes on. Not Rhys. Not Azriel. Not even the countless high fae you dealt with daily. None of them could hold a candle to Cassian and none ever would.

"I can feel you staring. I know I've gotten out of shape, you can just say it." His voice was laced with sadness. You could feel his disappointment running down the bond as he picked up your daughter, bouncing her as he smiled.

That was the other attractive thing about Cassian. Watching him be a father. Watching him with his daughter. Seeing his excitement over having a little girl. Cassian never expressed disappointment. He never made snide comments about your failure at providing a male, no. Cassian cherished her, his little baby bat, and thanked you for her profusely.

His love for her was part of why he had "Let himself go." He had gone from hours spent on the roof, training the priestess, training with Azriel and Rhys, training Feyre to each group receiving an hour of his time instead of his whole day. He wanted to be with her, not locked on the House of Wind, stuck hearing her small cries as the doorways carried them to him.

"Cassian, you are the sexiest I have ever seen you," you finally answered him, lip going back to your teeth. You wanted him, needed him. You two had not touched each other in so long.

"You don't have to lie, sweetheart. I know I'm not-"

"Stop it," it came out more forcefully than you had wanted. "I like your body. I love the way you look. I still want to fuck you senselessly daily. Just stop."

That conversation had changed everything. Cassian would never admit it, but he enjoyed having his days to himself. He enjoyed only allowing training to ocuppy 3 to 4 hours of his day versus almost 8.

And Gods, he loved how you looked at him now. He loved how much more you two snuggled, how you seemed more comfortable laying your head on his chest.

"Good morning, fuckers." Cassian effortlessly flipped the crepes he had been making for you when he heard Rhys and Azriel sit down at the kitchen island. "What do you want?"

Rhys looked at the unhealthy breakfast, one you constantly craved during pregnancy. "When do you two plan on being back to hard training and dieting?"

He knew Rhys was asking out of curiosity, but Cassian couldn't help but growl, more concerned about Rhys possibly mocking your post pregnancy body more than Cassian's own new dad body.

Azriel's spine straightened at the sound as he shot Rhys a look. "What our brother is trying to say, Cass, is we miss training with you all day on our days off, and we are concerned you are not taking time for yourself anymore."

The look Cassian gave them felt almost like he was attempting to murder them. Like he was warning them of the line they were risking. "My mate needs me and appreciates my help with our daughter. I like my current schedule. When she is older, will I maybe go back to a more training heavy schedule? Possibly. But for now, I am doing what's best for me and my family." And my sex life, he thought silently to himself as images of you riding him last night came to mind.

"We are just concerned, Cassian," Rhys stated softly. "About your growing daddy tummy." His smile broke out as he poked Cassian's abs, eyes widening over still feeling solid muscle below a slight layer of skin. "What the fuck?" Rhys stood, walking over to Cassian. "How are you still so fit?"

"He's fucking perfect, isn't he?" You walked into the room, a small head and wings poking out from the body wrap you were using to carry the daughter you shared with the general. "Delicious."

Azriel chuckled, moving to you to take the babe, but unsure if you meant the crepes or your husband. "As long as you two are happy, that's all that matters. I just was worried about your mental health, Cass. Mother knows your a vain creature that loved his abs more than breathing."

"Or eating."

"Or drinking."

"Or fucking," Rhys and Azriel went on as you moved to Cassian, arms wrapping around his strong biceps.

He looked in the mirror again that night, holding his daughter as he stared at his abs. This current body was a reminder to him of how life had changed, of the growth you two had done, the small life that was now phsyical evidence of the love you two shared. "Dad bod," he finally said. "I'd rather have my dad bod."

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like me better.

pairing: lee minho x f reader. warnings: hand kink, fingering, praise kink if you squint, slightly narcissistic minho but he just loves himself too much lol, implied oral (m receiving). genre: smut, strangers to friends to lovers/fwb....? rating: explicit. word count: 2.6k

Changbin’s roommate had the sexiest hands.

And you said exactly that.

Lee Minho was a second year digital arts student and taught dance classes in his spare time. With an experienced dancer body and a face that looked sculpted by the Greek Gods themselves, Minho was accustomed to admiring remarks about his ideal body proportions, his muscular and flexible physique, his thick and sinewy thighs, his excellent and toned pecs, his sharp jawline, his plump and pouty lips, his pointed nose, his big and round eyes… and the list went on because everyone always had something to talk about when it came to Lee Minho.

As a complement to his exquisite appearance, he had just the right amount of confidence that made people either want to be with him or want to be him. It was like every fragment of his being was the pristine example of transcendence beauty. Very praiseworthy. And everyone should be jealous. Minho was aware of all that. To be frank he relished in the heart eyes of people as they walked past him.

But then Changbin brought you into his shared apartment to work on a project together.

Instead of widened eyes and parted lips and a stuttered breathing like the reactions he’d gotten from most people, you beamed and happily greeted him with an unashamedly loud and sincere “oh, wow, you’re really pretty! And nice hair, too!” before following Changbin to the living room.

Your compliments were honest. But clearly lacked worship. And where’s the ulterior motive in the eyes begging to get fucked? Thought anyone wants him in bed? Minho blinked, glancing at your back.

And then it was the umpteenth time you came to hang out. You and Changbin doodled on your respective sketchbooks but you’d been too distracted to carry on. You were blatantly staring at Minho’s hands chopping some vegetables on the kitchenette across from you. The next minute you casually told him that he had the sexiest hands you had ever seen.

He couldn’t help but choke on his own spit coughing profusely as his knife clattered against the cutting board. Changbin eyed you with a clear “what the fuck” look evident on his disgusted face.

Because when people say something about Minho’s hands, it would be that they were nice or soft or chubby or just anything else other than sexy. You shrugged, “I said what I said.”

You weren’t joking. His arms might not be as beefy and massive as Changbin’s, but you thought they were the perfect amount of toned and well-defined. The veins protruding along the skin of the back of his hands and forearms especially when he was straining might be the cause of your sudden moan. The width and length of his hands were below the average of an adult male that you likened them to kitten paws sometimes.

But his fingers… Well, they were thicker and longer in size than most people you hooked up with. And most definitely much thicker and a little longer than yours.

So yes, when you said his hands were the sexiest you had ever seen, you weren’t joking.

“You should stop saying I have nice hands.” Minho commented with a laugh one day.

You were filling in your glass with ice water from the fridge as he leaned back against the wall with his arms crossed against his chest.

“Oh, but I never did.” You denied, before sneaking a quick glance at him with a chuckle, “I said they’re sexy.”

“And you mean it?”

You turned on your heel with a glass full to the brim, “from the myriad of hands I’ve observed, yes, yours belong to the sexy category.”

He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, brows furrowing amusedly as an idea that’d been invading his thoughts lately travelled down to the edge of his tongue, threatening to be let out. And he did, “so you have a hand kink.”

You hopped onto the counter and paused for a moment, taking a gulp from the glass, letting the cool liquid freshen up your throat as you stared up at the ceiling. And then you shrugged, “yeah, that makes sense.”

If Minho was surprised at your nonchalance at the accusation, it wasn’t shown through his face as his grin widened and he laughed. You glanced over at him with a raised brow, “what?”

He shook his head, “do you usually go around telling people you like their hands and admit it right away when they tell you that you might have a hand kink?”

“Not people. Just Changbin and you.”

“You like his hands too?”

“His hands are sexy.”

“Sexier than mine?”

“Gotta be honest, no.”

“I always love your honesty.”

“You mean you love the compliments.”

“So you like my hands better?”

Your eyes narrowed with interest, all while the distance between you and Minho had eventually gradually scaled down. He was practically standing between your legs, and the glass in your hand was the only barrier between your chests. You took another sip of the cold water, “depending on what needs to be done.”

“I’ll make it easier. Whose you’d prefer to have around your neck?”

“What the fuck kind of conversation did I just heard?” Changbin stood behind you across the island counter with a pair of ice packs attached to the back of his thighs. Yesterday was his leg day.

Minho shrugged, “just kinks and stuff.”

Changbin’s face contorted in disgust as he walked around to grab a can of diet coke from the fridge. He sauntered back to his bedroom, leaving the scene with a shout, “I don’t care if you bang each other. Just not in the kitchen!”

Minho shouted back, “suggestion accepted!”

You rolled your eyes with a giggle, pushing his chest away with a pad of your finger and about to hop off the counter but you caged you in. He took your glass and put it on the counter, leaning in to speak lower despite his roommate having been out of earshot.

“So whose hands you like better?” You thought it was just another flirting attempt, unless there wasn’t a sign of it on his face when he said that. Instead, his eyes were searching for yours as he was waiting for an answer.

You smiled.

Perhaps you had a hand kink. Combined with the attractive Lee Minho? And you’re dead.

You were settled in his lap, back flushed against his chest as he reclined back against the leather headboard of his bed. His legs intertwined with your own, holding each of your legs apart as his hand smothered along the inner of your thigh. His other hand rested around your throat, keeping the back of your head stilled on his shoulder as his lips moulded with yours.

Once his thumb added a slight pressure to the side of your neck, you released a shaky breath into his mouth. And he smiled against your lips.

He discarded his shirt, leaving himself with only his boxer shorts. The whereabouts of your skirt and shirt were vague in your head. Probably in the doorway of his room where he’d had you pinned against earlier, or somewhere at the foot of the bed where he’d dragged you from to settle between his thighs. Somehow you just ended up in only your panties and bra.

He caught your lips again. His hand trailed up to the warmth of your center, fingertips gently rubbed against your clothed cunt before he hooked a finger around your panties and dragged the thin fabric to the side. You pulled away once the cool air caressed your bare entrance, head thrown back on his shoulder and releasing a long sigh as he began stroking your clit.

He nibbled the shell of your ear. The hand on your neck cradled your jaw, pulling your head off of his shoulder for you to look down. “Watch.”

And God, were you so soaked already.

Even in the dim of his room you could still see how his palm and fingers were glistening, his slick-wet skin reflecting the lights from the night lamps at each side of his bed. But hotter than all of that was the protruding veins that bulged along his arm all the way to the back of his hand as his fingers persistently rubbed your clit, each stroke leading his middle digit to dip deeper into your entrance. You squirmed and mewled, legs lightly shaking at the mere sight of it.

There had been a few nights out with alcohol in your system where someone would have their fingers deep inside your walls and make you moan out loud. Minho wasn’t the only person who’d laid a finger on your sensitive area trying to get you off, but nobody had ever managed to get you drenched with only the tip of their finger barely inside you like he did now, no. To his credit, there wasn’t a drop of alcohol in your system. Only a few gulps of cold water.

The amount of slick you produced pooled in the creases towards the center of his palm. You gripped his wrist tight, whining out loud cries of his name as he kept assaulting your clit with perseverance. His lips stretched wide into a pleased grin, chin resting on your shoulder as he himself watched his middle finger slowly sink into your entrance.

“You haven’t answered my question.”

His thirst for compliments. Seriously.

The answer was, his. His hands were just so oddly sexy it was ridiculous. But curse him and his overflowing confidence and overwhelming self love. You might want to tease him a little.

You bit down onto your lower lip as you watched his finger sink deeper and deeper, your walls clenched at the intrusion. Your grip around his wrist loosened, letting him go inside of you further. You let out a long exhale, and hummed, “Changbin.”

And all the increasingly pleasant tinglings coiling up in the pit of your stomach forcefully boiled away as he pulled his finger out. You turned to him with furrowed brows of disapproval.

“Better ask Changbin to make you feel better than I could ever do then, darling. I’m afraid I’m not up to your standards.” His lips pursed into a feigning frown as he spoke. But in contrast to his disappointed pout, he brought his hand up to his lips, licking his drenched digits clean with a sensual movement of his tongue without breaking eye contact.

You wouldn’t lose to him. You’d get what you wanted. You weren’t the only one affected here, if the slight poke on your backside was anything to go by.

You mirrored his pout, palm wrapping around his wrist and bringing it back down between your thighs. He let you, but only until his palm hovered over your folds, barely touching you. His face twisted with an impish grin, “you know the magic words.”

Still with a feigning pout, you leaned close to plant kisses up his jaw, then settled your head back down on his shoulder. Your face nuzzled the side of his neck. “Of course I love your hands better, silly. Isn’t it obvious enough?”

“Better than everybody else’s?”

If you had learnt something else about him tonight, it was that everything seemed to be a competition for him. Or he was just eager to have your sole attention on him. Tsk.

You hummed.

His fingers thrusted once.

Then twice.

“Words, baby.”

You grinded down, shifting backwards to where a tent of his erection poke your backside. He groaned at the slight contact, then humping forward to get more friction, while simultaneously adding the second finger in.

You giggled, “better than even my own hands.”

It was all he needed to give you what you wanted. His middle and ring fingers were sliding in and out of your walls in an unforgiving pace that made your thighs quiver. His other hand found its place around your middle. You looked down, purring when you watched his fingers only get wetter and wetter as they kept disappearing and reappearing inside of you.

“Oh—” you sighed, nails clawing at his arm, “good… feel so good…”

As if his fingers weren’t already tormenting enough, his hips began jerking forward, his clothed bulge grazing and rubbing between your ass.

Your eyes threatened to slide close at the tingles in your stomach that gradually evolved into an overwhelming bliss the more he assaulted you from both sides. And yet you couldn’t give up on keeping track of the indecent sight down there; his thick and long digits invading your walls and poking deep into your bundle of nerves, his whole hand coated with your juices and the drenched sheets beneath you.

It was too much. His fingers were too much. His throbbing clothed length was too much. The sight was too much.

And then you convulsed, your walls clenched hard. Head thrown back, curses and his name and an endless of “good… good… good…” spilling out of your parted lips. It wasn’t a plain white ceiling above your head, but stars and white and sparks.

His fingers curled, drawing more of your juices to dribble out of your hole.

When had been the last time you came you hard with just two fingers inside you? But it was two thick fingers and veined hands of Lee Minho we’re talking about here.

You heard a loud pop beside you. Minho was licking clean his slick-glazed fingers. “Tastes so sweet,” he hummed in delight.

Even in your fucked out state, your mind went towards the prominent erection that kept twitching against your backside. Hell, you could even feel his precum even through his shorts and the thin lace of your panties.

“You haven’t— you haven’t come… you…” you said between ragged breaths, attempting to turn around.

He chuckled, sliding his shorts off and helping you lay on your side between his legs. He carefully pulled you closer where your head could comfortably rest on his bare thigh.

He combed through your hair that was half wet with sweat, moving the stray strands out of your face before stroking your cheek softly. Maybe you shouldn’t have only paid attention to his sexy, veined hands because oh my God he looked godly from down here. Perhaps you eventually grasped the obsession people had over him.

You almost gave into the gentle touches of his hand on your face, head still hazy with the most blissful orgasm you’d had in a long while— if it wasn’t for a distracting view presented right there for only you to gawk at.

Your hooded eyes fixated on the glory of his length that stood proud against his toned abs. Your hand reacted faster than your hazy brain, mindlessly reaching for the base and stroking it lightly.

Your eyes were big and pleasing when looking up at him, wordlessly and helplessly asking for permission. He snickered.

“Pretty,” he caressed the side of your face down to your jaw, “so pretty for me.”

Then he brought his hand up to his face. He licked his thumb. The pad of his forefinger tipped up your chin, and his thumb rushed over your parted lips, coating the plump flesh with his spit.

His unoccupied palm led your hand to properly wrap around the base of his cock, guiding you to stroke and palm the head. And when you thought he was about to jerk himself off using your hand, he dragged your face closer with his other hand and hovered the tip of his cock over your lips, precum slowly dribbling out of its slit.

He parted your lips wider with a thumb, smiling down at you, “my turn?”

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Day 28: Filming

Mob!Bucky's Kinktober Honeymoon

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Wife!Reader

Summary: With your honeymoon almost over, Bucky wants to capture some precious memories on film.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, masturbation, oral (male receiving), slight daddy kink, spanking, slight mention of reader feeling insecure in front of the camera when it’s up close, but she fully consents to being filmed

Word count: 1.5k

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Bucky has you in his lap, hands splayed on your ass and his tongue in your mouth.

You had tentative plans for today that included leaving your beach front resort to go snorkelling, but when Bucky reminded you this morning that you only had a couple days left of your honeymoon, you decided staying in bed naked with your god-like husband was a much better use of your time.

“You wanna try something new?” Bucky mumbles against your lips, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as his fingers trail tantalising swirls up and down your spine. His bare thighs are sturdy underneath your own, and his tattooed chest firm below your fingertips, but the softness in his eyes makes you melt into him.

“With you, always.” You reach between your bodies and begin stroking him, preparing for what you're certain is about to take place in the expanse of your bed. Bucky groans in response, the noise the most enticing sound you’ve ever heard. “What did you have in mind?”

Bucky Barnes, the King of New York, rarely ever looks bashful, but there’s a shyness to the way he gazes at you in this moment that makes your stomach flutter with butterflies.

“I was thinking… we have our wedding video, how about we make a honeymoon video too?” There’s something so very electrifying and alluring about the thought of immortalising your love for each other in the form of a sex tape. Capturing your most intimate moments and every angle of how perfect the two of you fit together. Something only your sets of eyes will ever view, but that will commemorate the month in your life where Bucky has made you feel the sexiest and most alluring you ever have.

The moment trembles between you, quivering with tension like a raindrop clinging to a leaf as you bite your lip before nodding in excited endorsement. Bucky surges forward, cupping your face and crashing his pillow soft lips to yours as you relax into his familiar, musky scented embrace that will forever be your definition of home.

With his insanely strong arms, Bucky lifts you from his lap, and places you with your back against masses of pillows. A jolt of exhilaration zaps through you as you’re reminded Bucky can quite literally manhandle you any time he pleases.

He grabs his phone, which had been charging on the nightstand, and holds it up as if he started recording instantly. Just the look of pure wonder and excitement on his features is enough for a desperate ache to grow between your legs.

“Touch yourself, baby. Rub that pussy for daddy.” You spread your legs wide to give Bucky and the camera the best view of your glistening folds, gathering your arousal on your fingers before focussing on your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Show me how gorgeous you look when you touch yourself thinking of your husband.”

Every time he refers to himself by that moniker, it makes you even wetter. Your husband. The man who stood in front of everyone you knew and promised to love you forever. Your souls now entwined for eternity.

And if Bucky had his way, so would your bodies.

The way Bucky seductively licks his lips as he watches you pleasure yourself makes you more turned on than you thought possible. Imagining it is instead his fingers playing with your nub, you draw tight circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, your breathing quickening with every flick which Bucky seems to enjoy as he watches you intently through his camera with a delighted smile.

His large frame looms over you, inching the camera closer every second, completely enthralled by the little whimpers cascading from your lips and how your two fingers stimulate yourself and not wanting to chance missing capturing any of it on film.

Bucky groans when you slip your fingers inside you, you’ve never been able to reach the spots he can with his massive hands, but with him watching over you, filming you, you do your very best to give him a show that will be worth watching over and over again.

Drowning in your own pleasure you almost miss how Bucky starts stroking himself with his hand not in possession of his phone, already as hard as a rock observing the pornographic scene in front of him, but your mouth begins drooling at the realisation when you look over to him.

James Barnes, one of the most influential men in the whole world, your husband, is getting off to the picture of you masturbating, precum beading at his tip, all because he enjoys the sight of you spread out of a bed just for him. He has that look in his eye as if he wants to lick every inch of your body, devour you, but behind that is indecision, as if he’s enjoying your show far too much to interrupt for his own selfish reasons.

But as he pumps his thick length watching you intently, your chest also fills with a yearning desire to consume him, and you give in a lot quicker than Bucky does. You crawl over the bed, swaying your hips and putting on a show for the camera which is still recording your every move, before dropping to your knees in front of him.

“Is my dirty little slut desperate for daddy’s cock?” Having the camera this close to your face as you swirl your tongue around the head of his dick makes you slightly insecure, but Bucky has forever praised both how beautiful you are to him and your skills taking him in your mouth, so when he gazes down at you with the most smitten look you’ve ever seen and an anticipation where he can barely keep the phone steady, you forget all about the camera recording you and instead focus on pleasing your husband.

You choke on his cock as he hits the back of your throat, tears welling along your lash line as you push yourself down him as far as you can physically take, while maintaining the stimulating, circular pressure on your own clit.

“That’s my good girl, fuck your throat feels amazing” Bucky proclaims, affectionately rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he lets you set the pace, bobbing up and down his thick length, moaning around what you can fit in your mouth. “You look so hot gagging on this fat dick.”

You continue to suck him off with as much vigour as you can muster, until you get light headed, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth, tears spilling from your eyes. Pulling off him, you look up at the camera with swollen lips, probably looking like the picture of pure debauchery. Given the look of utter devotion Bucky shoots you from behind his phone, you suspect he rather enjoys the sight.

He slaps his dick on your extended tongue a couple times, before you swallow him again, having caught your breath enough to continue.

Your thighs start to feel weak as your fingers focus on the bundle of nerves between your legs, and all of a sudden your orgasm comes out of nowhere, hitting you like a bus. You’re looking up innocently at the camera, taking all of Bucky in your mouth as pleasure sparks and rages like a wildfire in your belly, consuming your entire body. Moaning around his cock, you continue to furiously rub your clit as per Bucky’s growled instructions, dirty praises in the sound of his voice filling your ears even though he sounds far away.

Bucky gazes at you with a combination of awe and a craving need, moving the camera closer to your contorting face to capture every moment of pure pleasure as it floods through your body like a tsunami. He gives you his signature alluring smirk as you come down from your high, that one which always suggests he has much more in store for you yet.

He motions for you to get back up on the bed, all the while keeping you in the centre of the cameras shot.

“Show me that ass baby - yeah that’s it, the camera’s got the best view of this fucking perfect ass.” Bucky punctuates his sentence with a delicious slap to the fat of your butt, the short sting only making you drip with even more wetness to show the camera and your core ache to feel utterly full of him. “Gonna see how you take every inch, like the good little whore I married.”

As he thrusts inside you, starting at a brutal pace which has you gripping onto the bed sheets for dear life, you recognise Bucky is fulfilling his promise of keeping you satisfied and stuffed full of his cum throughout your honeymoon.

And now you’ll have the video evidence to prove it.

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Florrickology, Part 1: The Thong That Launched 1000 Headcanons

My favorite thing to do as a background character fan is to co-opt things that were definitely not meant to be characterization by making them characterization.

Thus, I have looked way deeper than intended into every possible pixel, moment, and mention of my beloved Counsellor Florrick and developed the exciting new field of Florrickology to report my findings.

Obviously the first place I'm going is this fucking dress and how I use it to infer upon her the two sexiest characteristics a woman can have:

Unflinching vanity and a deep-seated, yet subtle, insanity.

This dress is more than a bit of an enigma because... why?

It really stands out because, while Larian gives players plenty of opportunities to sexualize their avatar and their companions, they don't really sexualize NPCs. Most women, like men, are dressed very modestly. Outfits that female NPCs wear are even often much more unisex than the equivalent outfits available to player characters (e.g. tunics that male PCs can wear may turn into tits-out dirndls on female PCs for no apparent reason, but female NPCs wearing the same outfit get a tunic). The only characters who are sexualized are presented as Sexy Characters, like Abdirak or Sorn Orlith or Orin or even Mystra and Mamzell Amira, who also wear this dress.

Mostly.

Florrick, despite being beautiful, a two-time damsel in distress, and a certified MILF, is not presented as a Sexy Character. She's presented as a no-nonsense, somewhat domineering, loyal-and-virtuous-to-a-fault fed. This is the only description of her in the game files (see img description), highlighting these bare-bones characteristics:

So... why? For this character whose appearance truly doesn't matter beyond being eye-catching enough to communicate her importance to the story, who has no even vaguely flirtatious dialogue and no implied sexuality or romance (even with the man she spends the entire game chasing!), and not even a weird torture porn moment which she has ample opportunities... why dress her like this? Why emphasize her body over any other similarly-prominent NPC like, say, Alfira?

My assumption would be that they did it to soften her to the average Redditmod McGamerbro because the story really is better if incels don't kill her for being "bossy"... if they didn't also code her as a middle-aged black woman and give her a custom face sculpt with a prominent nose, large jaw, and non-Western features, all famously accepted with no problematic reaction from this demographic whom Larian doesn't not cater to. In fact, as the #1 Florrickposter in the universe, I often see people say in tags and comments that they didn't even notice how revealing her dress is while playing the game. While racism is definitely at play (plus misogyny, rendering this middle-aged black-coded woman invisible, whereas a younger and white man in the same role would be ALL OVER THIS DAMN PLACE), it also speaks to just how discordant her outfit and explicit characterization are.

Now, this outfit does make a little sense on a glance and I think that's a big part of why it flies under the radar as well: she's important and presumably wealthy, so of course she wears this very posh and expensive-looking dress. She's a wizard (a fact everyone manages to glean on a glance, despite it never being stated and basically never being relevant), so of course she's wearing something obnoxious and purple. From the waist up, it actually looks like a pretty reasonable outfit for a person of her DnD class, social class, and occupation.

It's from the waist down where it gets out of hand.

But first, this isn't even Florrick's original outfit or face (which I'll talk about in another post), or the first iteration of her current outfit. Originally, she wore the ostentatious yet modest feathered peacock dress that eventually ended up on Lucretious (and took the thicc waist with it RIP). According to my research, there was a reason for this: it was too baller for Waukeen's Rest and kept causing crashes, so they had to put her in a less graphically-demanding outfit.

The original peacock dress sent the necessary "I am an important quest giver, engage with me" message, so why not just remove the cowl that was causing the issues? But instead, they changed her outfit entirely, keeping it eye-catching and posh (suitable for a big-city government official), but randomly making it super revealing (strange, for a big-city government official). Further, Florrick got a major va-va-voom upgrade between Sexy Dress v1 and final release, with a new dress model that makes it clearer that the front and back panels are sheer, subtly showing even more skin, and which unsubtly emphasizes her hips and breasts.

Based on extensive academic research using mods, I determined that the dress is what conveys the extra curviness (see img description in the left-most pic) vs her having a custom body sculpt (weak). Further, when viewed from behind, the dress pads out her ass, also making it look bigger and rounder than the standard body type 1 (see img description in the right-most pic).

What's more, if you look closely at the waist seam of the final version of her sexy dress, it looks like they went so far as to skew it to make her hips stand out even more when she takes the cocked-hip stance (which she seems to only stand in) and perhaps draw even more attention to her thong sticking out. Notice how the waist seam is even and straight across in Sexy Dress V1 above, but Final Florrick has it like 2 inches higher on her right, without fabric bunching to explain the different seam lengths. You can also see how the dress subtly pops out farther than her actual hips (and from the side view, over her lower stomach), giving her the impression of curves the standard body type doesn't have. They were very intentional with it.

Shockingly, I don't actually have much to say about her exposed thong in and of itself (it is what it is) except that I think it actually makes the outfit look substantially skimpier because it draws attention to just how high those hip slits are, compared to leaving the area blank so eyes gloss over it (even if that would imply she runs around commando all game). It's a small detail that drives home the overall design.

All this is to say, since this dress is only worn by 4 people* with Florrick being the first you see and by far has the most screen time, and it isn't lootable, it seems this outfit was developed intentionally and specifically to emphasize her body to make her look sexier.

*Florrick, Mamzell Amira (slightly different lower half), a random patriar at Gortash's inauguration named Lady Alia Durinbold, and Mystra

So, this takes us back to the question of 'why'. Why spend all this time and these resources fine-tuning this dress to make it as sexy and flattering as possible? Why put it on a character who has literally no reason to wear such a thing? Why put this dress which is nothing but nonsense on a character who's pretty much only characterized as being no-nonsense??

And this is also where the real tinfoil hattery comes in, as I doubt Larian really meant anything by it aside from creating a hot NPC for players with good taste to enjoy across all 3 acts.

But that's not what this nuclear caliber simp post is about; it's about overthinking shit because I love her and she is a main character to ME.

So, whatever Larian's intention, there's only 1 in-universe reason why Florrick wears this outfit:

She woke up that day in Waukeen's Rest, in the middle of nowhere a full tenday from the city, on her way back from literal hell to deal with yet another crisis, and decided to put it on. And continued to do so every day thereafter.

It's logical that she can't change right after being rescued since the inn is burning down presumably with her luggage in it, but why did she choose that outfit in the first place, considering she was travelling? She's been travelling for months; it can't have been her only clothing. Did she not have a Fist uniform? A pair of leggings? She runs right off after she's done talking; does she hike all the way in and out of the shadow-cursed lands in a thong and flat macrame boots? It doesn't even have any indication of cinches or buttons despite having all the logical seams and it's clearly tailored to fit her bananas hourglass figure, like there's no way she can just pull it on or step into it, so does she have to expend her valuable magic to wear it? Does she take the time to sew herself into it every day instead of sucking it up and wearing *barf* pants??? There are plenty of people around in Act 2 that could and would give her something more practical to wear, even if she did have a good reason to wear her original dress that day in Waukeen's Rest. Yet, she continues to wake up every day and put that outfit on. Even after returning home.

(In my head, the video game convention of every character only having 1 outfit is shorthand for what their "typical" outfit is, and they "really" have a wardrobe of similar clothing. So when I say she wears that outfit every day, I mean she has a couple of similarly-bonkers dresses in her bag and chooses to wear one every day vs something more practical).

So the simp's question isn't what Larian is saying about her by dressing like this, but what she's saying about herself by choosing to dress like this.

Clothing is self-expression. Look at the many analyses of the main characters' outfits. Larian may or may not have really meant anything by giving Florrick this outfit, but just as Astarion's careful mending of his shirt necessarily says something about him and his personality in the universe he lives in, so does Florrick's decision to wear flashy, revealing clothing.

It almost makes no sense... until you think about one of Florrick's explicitly-demonstrated characteristics:

Confidence. Over confidence. Hubris, even.

I'll have more to say about Desiré "Fuck It, We Ball" Florrick and her personality in another florrickology post, but the long and short of it is that this woman is not afraid of shit and sashays into every situation fully confident in her ability to charm or steamroll it to her liking. "She is used to getting her way", indeed. Her epilogue letter betrays a bit of self-doubt, but it seems to have been brought on by her perceived failures in relation to the player character's successes, so likely not her ordinary attitude. Whereas this seems to be her ordinary clothing, since she took it with her to Elturel and back for no apparent reason and chooses to wear it for no apparent reason.

She has nothing to gain from it, no one important to impress at least until returning to the city in Act 3. Otherwise, she's in bumfuck nowhere with her boss-friend and lackeys, or cursed!bumfuck nowhere with her lackeys and a bunch of vigilantes planning a war. While I wouldn't doubt that she has or might be willing to use her beauty and sex appeal to meet her goals (TadpUlder does, curiously, call her a "black widow"; is his tadpole capitalizing on stereotypes--could it be slut shaming her??, or is it referencing things that the shreds of Ulder's mind know she's done?), ultimately, there can't be a tactical explanation because there's nobody more powerful than her around 90% of the time.

She also doesn't flirt with anyone and nobody flirts with her (philistines). She has no mentioned spouse or lovers, nor any implied sexuality at all. The closest we get is Mizora saying "she misses the Duke" after Florrick's ambush in Act 3, the only time anyone implies she's on a crusade to find him because of romantic feelings and not duty, loyalty, and friendship... which means Mizora is probably just talking out her ass and belittling people, as she does.

So, combine self-confidence with the decision to constantly wear a sexy dress that shows off her body for no practical reason, and what do you get?

Balls-to-the-wall, unapologetic vanity.

(If it wasn't clear, when I call women "vain" I think they are objectively correct and this is a compliment of the highest order.)

Sure, maybe wearing this kind of outfit boosts her confidence and that helps deal with this unprecedented crisis and possibly the first self-doubt she's ever experienced, but this is evidently her usual clothing and she isn't usually dealing with those things.

So, she wears this intricate and revealing dress mostly she likes it and how she looks in it. This means she likes that it's revealing. She likes showing skin to literally no end except her own enjoyment.

Notice she doesn't really do her hair (it's shiny and neat, but not really styled) or bother with makeup (she lost the EA smoky eye in favor of a quick swipe of eyeliner). One may think that perhaps she isn't as confident in her facial beauty since she does have unique features, so she calls attention to her body instead, but she's so devoid of modesty that I can't help but assume she simply looks in the mirror in the morning, thinks "no notes" (correct) and moves on to pouring herself into her favorite skimpy dress. She's proud of her natural beauty, and she's not about to cover it all up with goop or fabric!! She never mentions it and nobody who knows her does; she's not trying to stunt on anyone or even attract other hot people.

She's in it purely for the love of the sport and, sexiest of all, herself. This woman doesn't think she's the sexiest creature in any given room, she knows it.

And she knows that being hot doesn't affect her ability to do her job and protect the city she loves. She doesn't have to cover herself up, doll up her hair and makeup, slap on like 400 pettiskirts, etc, to be taken seriously. It's possibly even giving 'malicious compliance'. She commands so much respect that even horny gamers don't notice her entire ass is one breeze away from being out.

The deep-seated, yet subtle insanity part has pretty much already been covered; maybe in her day-to-day life of attending meetings and walking all over everyone in Wyrm's Rock, it's not so impractical, but it's a completely insane thing to wear in any sort of crisis or outdoor adventure. That this woman is willing to risk chafing or being cold (womankind's public enemy #1 and #2) simply for the drip is delightfully nutty. There is not a single moment she appears in this game where this outfit would be reasonable.

She presents herself as a stalwart, serious, determined woman, but then squeezes into a dress so tight and precarious that it knocks off her Fleet of Foot speed boost, for literally no reason aside from being vain and lowkey kind of crazy.

Good for her!

[prolix-yuy]

Simulated

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader Actress

Summary: You're a professional, which is why a sex scene with Dieter Bravo will be no problem at all. Now you just have to convince yourself to believe it.  

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, descriptions of male and female bodies, simulated sex, grinding, fantasizing about sex, anxiety, lil bit of size kink, probably incorrect method for filming sex scenes but I'm using what I know and making up the rest. Don't do this for real, this is fantasy and Dieter is a filthy boy.

Notes: This leapt out of my brain and was enabled by the Discord besties. Dieter brainrot is setting back in but I doubt anyone's complaining. This may be the sexiest thing I've ever written without actual sex happening, but you all can be the judge of that.

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Trembling on the verge of passing out is not how you wanted your first time in Dieter Bravo’s arms to be, but no amount of reprimands to your rebelling body have worked. 

It’s not him, far from it. Dieter had been nothing but gentlemanly since you came in for scene blocking. The director offered to have stand-ins while they adjusted lighting and staged the shots, but you boldly offered to come in anyways. It wasn’t your first shoot, but it was your first sex scene, and you wanted to impress the director with your no-nonsense attitude about it. 

All that confidence flew out the window when you came face to face with your scene partner, Dieter Bravo. Well aware of his aloof playboy nature, you didn’t expect his handshake to be so warm, the quirk of his smile to make your heart flutter, or for him to smell so strongly of eucalyptus. Apparently his agent mentioned you would be there for staging, and he decided to come in to test your chemistry. No issues there, your curious eyes roaming over his wrinkled cargo pants and threadbare sweater. He could be wearing nothing and you’d still melt into a puddle. Which, shockingly, wouldn’t be that far in the future.

Calm down, girl. Be professional.

To be fair, Dieter is fucking gorgeous, even under the bloodshot eyes and air of annoyance. His curls are even softer looking in person, heavy shoulders stretching his t-shirts and bulky forearms complimenting his thick thighs. Even the little pooch of a tummy makes you salivate. While your friends drool over Tom Hiddleston or Harry Styles, your heart beats fast for men who can crush you under their bulk. “Weighted blanket boys,” you like to call them, and Dieter wholly falls into that category. 

Which is why when you got the casting call for a bit part in the crime drama Midnight Alley, which Dieter had been co-starring in for three seasons, you leapt at the opportunity. Even if you didn’t get to share a scene, at least you could catch a glimpse, maybe say hello. That was surely worth the long hours. His proclivities for casual sex definitely didn’t fit into that plan. No sir. Definitely not.

It all became real when you got the pages. Your character was a one night stand, relegated to three scenes - the bar where you make eyes across a crowd, the tasteful sex scene (though only barely - tv ratings have really changed in the last twenty years), and the morning after when he leaves to go to a crime scene. The “gaze across the smoky dance floor” was easy enough; anyone with half a brain and a pulse would blush at Dieter’s intense stare, raised eyebrow, and sly grin, a signature of his questionable character. It raises goosebumps down your arms, his parted lips and the slip of his pink tongue resting just inside, the crinkle of his eyes when he knows he’s got you. If a man ever gave you that look you’d be in his bed in moments. 

Scratch that. Not just any man. Dieter’s the only one who could pull that off.

The blocking should have evened out your nerves, and in the moment you believed it did. Dieter was an absolute gentleman, even warmer than you hoped, as you waited to be called on set.

“Ever done a scene like this before?”

“First time. Can you tell?”

He thumbed through his thicker script.

“Wasn’t going to make you more nervous by pointing it out. But yes.”

You blew out a puff of air, making Dieter smirk even more as you crinkled your sheets.

“How do we…?”

“You know the direction?”

“Yeah, it seems…straightforward.”

“Well, today we’re just going to do the major movements - positions, angles, you know - and while they mark focus and shine a light directly up my asshole, we can talk.”

A burst of giggles pulled a wider smile onto his face, waiting for you to calm yourself.

“What do we talk about?”

“What’s comfortable for you. What would pull you out of the scene. What you’re open to. You’re our guest after all.”

So your afternoon was spent pantomiming the sex acts written for you and…talking. Which wasn’t supposed to be sexy, or like two hours of incredibly hot foreplay, but your body apparently didn’t get the memo.

“Anything you really don’t want me to touch? Besides the obvious,” Dieter asked, coming down from his hands to his elbows by your face. The tip of his nose brushed briefly against yours. A hairlight shifted in your periphery.

“My ribs are pretty ticklish,” you admitted, nodding to the assistant director Ramona when she moved on to the next setup. Scooping his hands behind your back, Dieter pulled you on top, showing how to sit a little further up on his stomach to fake the grinding. Unfortunately, the plush flesh against your core didn’t help with the ache.

“Here’s okay?” he asked, wrapping his hands just under your breasts, the tips of his thumbs barely grazing the swell. You nodded, body getting jolted again when the director Adiel asked for Dieter to scoot up the bed a few inches.

“My, uh…” you said, then stopped as you lost confidence. Dieter took his hands off your chest and laced them on his own. He looked up at you expectantly. “My…nipples are really sensitive, so I know I’ll have pasties on and everything, but, it’s like, uncomfortable if they get touched certain ways. So I just wanted to…warn you of that. It shouldn’t be a problem, just, ah, you know, just in case.” Your throat closed up, embarrassment at even saying anything crushing your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“Thanks for telling me, I appreciate it.” Dieter patted your thigh and his smile was a little more tender than before. 

God, he really looked good underneath you.

“My skin’s sensitive too, scratches show up really clearly on it and it pisses off the cinematographer. So that’s the only thing we’ll have to watch out for there.” The shuffle of changing positions interrupts your conversation until you’re on your stomach with him pressed against your back.

“Sorry if I pop one too, it’s kind of par for the course with these. I’m good at keeping it under control for the most part.” You giggle into the pillow as he hovers over you. 

“My biggest advice?” Dieter murmurs, mouth close to your ear. You hum into the pillow. “Let yourself have fun. It’s not gonna feel natural, but that doesn’t mean it’s gotta feel cold. You won’t offend me if you go off script. I might too, if it feels right. If we’re having fun, the audience will too.”

The weight of his body bearing down on you drives any more anxieties out of your blissed-out brain.

The day of the sex scene comes quicker than you’d like, and the tender crush you’d been nursing for Dieter has become a panicked bird inside your ribcage. You’d spent the hours before preparing, mentally and physically with an indulgent morning routine, but nothing can stop your nerves when Dieter catches sight of you and gives a little wave. He’s in jeans and a black button-up, hair being artfully styled but sunglasses still on. One knee bounces in the chair but otherwise he looks cool as a cucumber. 

The sliver of golden chest you peep through the neck of his shirt sends you scurrying to your dressing room.

Everything leading up to the moment you step on set is distraction. Chatting with makeup, hair, props, with the fucking boom operator who looks just as confused as you are that you’re asking about good places to eat in the area. You talk with the intimacy coordinator, who gives you final notes on the scene. (“If Dieter makes you uncomfortable at all you give me The Eyes and I’ll correct him. No questions asked. I’ve worked with him for years, and I will cuss him out to his face.”) Eventually there’s no one left, and you’re standing alone clutching a water bottle to your chest when Dieter sidles up.

“Nervous?”

You almost jump out of your bathrobe. Which would suck because all you had on was a dark lace lingerie set, pair of pasties and the strange modesty patch protecting your lady bits. Sometimes seeing the behind-the-scenes really did erase the movie magic.

“Yeah, sorry. It’s a little more real now than the rehearsal,” you sigh, and Dieter’s bray of a laugh actually calms you. He puts a hand on your back and rubs firm, soothing circles that bring your heart back into an acceptable rhythm.

“You’ll do fine. And I’ve done this…eh, probably more times than it’s polite to mention. You’re in good hands.” He pulls off his sunglasses, treating you to rich brown eyes you could lose yourself in if you weren’t a professional, goddammit. 

“Close the set, please!” Ramona calls out, and the nonessential crew files out until it’s just you and Dieter and about eight other people who will be watching you writhe and moan. Taking in a deep breath and letting it out loudly, you shake your limbs and metaphorically gird your loins (since they already are pretty girded).

“Can I have actors on set please?” You stride up to the bed with as much confidence as you can muster, Dieter strolling up behind you. Now that he’s close he smells like fresh cotton and spice, a sharp shift from the earthier scents you’d been experiencing. Even a hint of mint from his breath, suddenly thankful you’d brushed and mouthwashed twice. 

“Positions for Scene 17.”

Yes, the first shot. Dieter would be hovering over you, kissing you as he pulls his shirt off. You would be in your bra and panties, slivers of your body visible in the frame but Dieter’s broad chest and unbuttoned waistband on display. Sliding the bathrobe off and placing it off camera, you arrange your limbs on the bed, hands shaking just a little now. Dieter stands at the foot, and if you weren’t about to simulate sex you’d swear he was devouring you with his heavy gaze.

Just getting into character. Breathe.

“Roll sound.”

“Speed.”

“Scene 17a, take one. Roll camera.”

“Rolling.”

“...Action.”

As the set drops to silence, you watch Dieter change from the slightly aloof but sympathetic actor to a brooding morally gray detective needing to bury his failures in a soft body. Despite your coaching, your eyes widen at the set of his jaw, how dark his eyes become when he wrenches off the offending button-up. He sinks to his knees between your thighs and hovers over you, hands pushed into the mattress on either side of your head. 

“Be good for me, yeah?” he husks, deeper and full of gravel. You nod, and he descends to crush your lips together. He urges your mouth open and works your lips together, but his tongue stays obediently behind his teeth. 

Fuck, for a second you forgot you were acting.

His hips dip, denim scraping along the inside of your thighs. He parts from your mouth with a gasp, forehead coming down to press against yours. He takes a deep breath, then…

“Cut! Reset.”

You blink slowly, Dieter already lifting back up to stand at the foot of the bed, rebuttoning his shirt. 

“Any notes?” he asks, voice so calm and clear you snap back to the reality of the situation. 

“When you’re kissing, pull her thighs up around you,” Adam says, Dieter’s head swiveling back.

“That all right by you?” he asks, smoothing the shirt on his skin. 

“Yeah, yeah, absolutely,” you answer, trying not to croak out the words. It was just the first take, it’s fine that you’re a little off-kilter. It would be easier by the second one.

It was not. Not by the third either, still swimming in the heady arousal that wafts from Dieter’s commanding presence. The director complimented how you clutched at his shoulders when he squeezed your thighs, which you tried to pass off as purposeful rather than hanging on for dear life. You were doomed, you’d bitten off more than you could chew and you were going to mess up this role and had no idea how to stop it.

Three more scenes to go.

You take a lap as they reposition the cameras, flip-flops slapping against the concrete floors of the soundstage as you debate if you have enough time to rub one out before going back, just to take the edge off.

“Actors back on set!”

Dammit.

Scene 18 has you riding Dieter, his hands guiding you until he bares his teeth (your signal to move with him) and rolls you on your back to pound you into the mattress. The lingerie is gone now, the cool air of the soundstage caressing over curves of your body that most people rarely see. Dieter averts his eyes when you disrobe, and carefully arranges himself below you. You’re feeling more centered, straddling Dieter with a little less fire burning between your legs, but your troubles take a sharp turn.

“Lean forward a little more, you’re half out of the shot.”

“A little faster.”

“Put your hand on his stomach about ten seconds in.”

“Never mind, back to how we had it before.”

“No, we said no hand, remember?”

“Do you need a break?”

Your body shakes after take 6, half from the exhaustion of lifting up on your knees over and over, your toes starting to go numb, and half with anxiety over forgetting another cue, or missing another note. The smile you keep shooting the director is getting strained, and mortifying tears start to prick your eyes. Dieter is watching your face closely, and with a pointed look at Ramona she calls a brief break. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, guiding you off his lap to sit on the edge of the bed. You cross your arms over your chest, and he reaches over to give you your robe. Draping his own over his lap, he strokes that soothing pattern of circles over your back as you shake your head.

“Sorry, it felt so easy in rehearsal, I’m having like, a weird lockup right now,” you stammer out.

“It’s okay,” he says, “I know what it is.” You look up at him with more desperation in your eyes than you mean. He nods sympathetically.

“It’s the cock sock, isn’t it?” 

He delivers the line completely deadpan. The shock of the phrase, plus the serious set of his brow, makes hysterical laughter burst from your lips. You bury your face in your hands and shake as Dieter’s deep chuckles tickle into your ear.

“That’s better, just need to get a little of that tension out,” he soothes, meeting your eyes with a charming smile. If only this could be a real moment, not something looked on by several men and women drinking coffees. Dieter seems like the kind of partner who would always make you comfortable, and seen, and absolutely satisfied.

That last thought tingles the baby hairs on the back of your neck as you move back into position. Straddling Dieter once again, the ridiculous genital covering out of sight, he grips your shoulders.

“Okay, let’s get back into character here, yeah? Remember your motivation?”

You nod. Not that the scene really needed a deep backstory, but you’d decided you were blowing off steam after a rough few days at work and an ex texting you to get back together. Dieter was mysterious, exciting, so different from your past boyfriends, and when he met your eyes across the room all you wanted was for him to wash the bad taste of their memories out. 

“Got it? Good. Here’s mine,” he says, leaning up while the last few preparations finish around you. Lips to your ear, he whispers only for you. 

“Another dead end, another long day, and I want something to distract me. I’ve got my eye on my usual type, but then I see you. You stand out in the crowd, bold, confident. You hold my stare, challenge me. I thought I wanted something easy, something mindless, but looking at you, I changed my mind. I wanted something with substance, someone to give as good as she gets, and I know you’ll give me even better. My cock got hard just looking at you, you’re fucking perfect. And then when you let me buy you a drink and you criticized my whiskey choice, I wanted to bend you over the bar right there. So I’m taking you home to bury my troubles, but you can surprise me as many more times as you like. I like to be surprised. I want you to take me as much as I’m taking you.”

Dieter lies back with a hell of a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“Action!”

Your body moves with an ease that had been eluding you, liquid rolls as you take your time riding him. His hands come up to your hips, urging you faster, and instead you grind down on him, pressing your hands into his chest and pinning him into the bed. You’re not supposed to be fighting him, but it feels so right to arch and rock harder into him. His bare legs flex against your ass, meeting your hips with his thrusts. You can imagine how good he’d feel if you weren’t faking this, how his powerful thrusts would hit your g-spot. His hand cups the back of your neck, teeth bared in warning as he rolls you onto your back. 

“You’re so sexy,” he growls in your ear, hooking your legs around his waist and smacking his hips into yours. The impact is softer than it looks, aided by your moans and writhing beneath him. He goes for a handful more thrusts before “Cut!” is shouted again.

“There we go! I like the improv, can we do just one more for coverage?” Ramona says, giving you an approving smile when you immediately get into position. 

“I could go all night,” Dieter shoots back, earning an eye roll from half the crew and a dry mouth from you when he flicks his gaze back and winks. 

The second take flows even better, your bodies finally speaking to each other. Dieter palms your ass, you slow your hips. He urges you to go faster, you grind down on him. He grits his teeth as you push his chest, nails just about to bite into the supple flesh. His eyes capture yours over and over, and the hunger inside them is some damn good acting. 

The cues, the flip, and you’re on your back again, but this time Dieter drops his head to cover your breast with his hot mouth. You arch, a strangled gasp as you wait for his tongue, his teeth, but he works his jaw against the flesh and nothing more.

Fuck, you want something more.

When he pops his mouth off he resumes the script, thrusting frantically into you but with more force this time, even an edge of desperation. You meet his energy, throwing your head back and letting him yank you against him over and over. The slap, the friction, this gorgeous man before you all makes slick weep from your untouched cunt, clit aching for the act you’re simulating.

“Cut! Excellent, really good work guys, you’re hitting your groove here. Let’s move on to 19.”

Dieter stays above you for a few seconds more, your chests heaving. The lust bleeds away to a soft smile as he pats your side.

“Good work, you take direction really well.”

You bite your tongue to stop yourself from saying, “Just from you.”

You take one more walk around the soundstage to try and calm your rebellious body, but the moment you see Dieter again, kneeling in the bed with the blankets bunched in front of his hips, it’s all dashed away. Even his respectful touches as he guides you to your stomach, checking in if you’re comfortable, all burn across your skin. You just need to get through this scene.

“Action!”

This is indeed the finale. Dieter would finish above you, pounding into you from behind. You were supposed to lie there and take it, let him cuss and choke into the back of your shoulder before his breathing slows and you cut to the next morning. You could do that. You totally could. Most men you’ve been with hump you into the bed like this and it does very little for you. This would be fine.

The moment Dieter starts rutting against your ass you know you’re done for. You’re too worked up, and the position lightly teases your nipples. A wrinkle of blanket rubs against your mound just enough to relieve your clit, and while you know you should stop you can’t help but grind into the bed just enough to light up your nerves. Dieter hovers above you, thick forearms planted by your shoulders as he hisses and grunts his way to a fake climax. You press back against him, giving your own satisfied smile as he drops his forehead between your shoulders and rolls his hips again. 

“Not bad, can we go one more time?”

Shit. You’d hoped that would be enough, arousal rising dangerously between your thighs. Rearranging the sheets to deny you pleasure, you catch Dieter slumping to one side and watching you. It’s intense, being in his stare, but also warming and protective. When you lie back on your stomach and give him a nod that you’re ready, he leans down and whispers in your ear.

“If you want it, you can have it. I won’t tell anyone. You take it when it comes.”

You barely get a moment of shock before the cameras are rolling and the scene begins again. Did Dieter just…insinuate that he’d cover for you if you came? The thought makes wetness gush between your thighs, now lacking the friction you were relishing in earlier. The need aching in your cunt makes you roll your hips back against Dieter, a strained “fuck” spitting through his teeth. He grabs your hips and guides you against his narrow ones, not quite hitting where you want but the snap and slap of him against you still works you up more than it should. You cry out, bury your face in the pillow, fist the blankets as he chases his release. The practiced groan signals the end, this time his cheek pressing against your back and a kiss dotting your spine. 

Thank God. You were finally in the clear.

“I think we need one more, guys. I want a little more…intimacy this time. You both okay with that?”

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

“I don’t…” you started to protest until Dieter’s hand finds its way to the back of your neck.

“I think you can do it. I know you can. One more time?” he asks, but in his eyes is a promise that makes you nod, even against your better judgment.

This time I’ll make you cum.

Dieter changes tactics when the cameras roll. He starts off fast, yanking you back against him. Sitting up on his heels he arches you off the bed with his expansive hands. His thighs cage you in, squeezing tight. Something thick and soft slides against your ass, and you realize Dieter is hard behind you, cock still wrapped up but the weight of it against you obvious. You want him between your legs, fat head sliding over your clit, but you let him adjust you to exactly where he wants. 

With Dieter’s guidance you rock and writhe against him, drips of praise reaching your ears. With a deeply groaned, “Fuck, baby,” he folds over you, stomach pressing into your back. His fingers lace with your own, hugging you to his chest as he pumps his hips in long strokes. His cock nudges your lower back, little gasps keening out. He noses your cheek and guides you to turn your face to the camera. 

“This okay?” he mouths into your ear and you let out a, “Yes, please,” loud enough to mean anything for the camera. You slide a hand into his hair, gripping the thick curls to a stuttered sigh of pleasure. The pressure and motion finally gives you the stimulation you need, and it’s barely any time before your orgasm barrels to the forefront. You tighten your grip on Dieter’s large hand and school your face just enough to not look like you’re cumming through the hottest scene you will ever act in.

“That’s it, take it, take it baby, you’re doing so well, fucking god, look at you,” Dieter groans into your ear. He presses you deeper into the mattress, muting the uncontrollable bucking of your hips for the camera. Teeth scrape along your jaw in tender nips as he stutters to his fake finish, a guttural groan and relaxing of his body signaling the end of the scene. But Dieter lifts up on one elbow and pinches your chin between two fingers, turning your face to his. He looks at you like a mystery to be solved, like a gift, and then kisses you, slow and indulgent.

“Cut! Excellent, loved the ad libbing Dee, but you gotta stop saying fuck, we’ll have to cut that out,” the director says. Dieter laughs against your back, and the warmth of his skin makes you want to melt into the bed and never leave. 

“You doing okay?” he asks, lifting up off you and tugging both your bathrobes over to give you some modesty. He fists his own over his swollen erection, a little pink high in his cheeks and sweat along his hairline.

“Yeah, perfect, absolutely,” you say lightly, legs wobbling when you try to stand up. His eyes drag over you, a prideful smile playing on his lips as you try to cover up your dazed affect. “One more scene?” you say brightly.

“Yeah,” he says, distracted. “One more scene.”

The final shot of your day is the following morning, soft yellow light traded for the cool blue of daylight streaming in. You’re facing away from the camera, Dieter waking and looking over at your naked shoulder. He sits up and strokes along the curve of your waist, making you sigh in your sleep. He watches you with a mix of regret and resolution, kisses your shoulder, and gets out of bed.

The scene is done in one take. You wish it took all day.

The end of the shoot is quiet, taking off makeup and getting back into your public clothes. You strain to hear someone coming to your dressing room, a certain wild-haired brown-eyed man giving you a sendoff. A kind word, a piece of advice, you’d take anything. But he doesn’t come, and you leave the soundstage with your check and thanks and promises of references. 

The drive back to your apartment is quiet, music even feeling too loud for the moment. Weaving through LA traffic, the moments of your day slip through your mind like silk ribbons.

You suppose this is what meeting your heroes is like. A moment in the sunlight of their presence, then back to the real world of auditions and day jobs and hoping your parents never see this particular part of your portfolio. The dishes need washing, calls need to be made, and you have to go on with your life. It was an excellent experience, albeit a slightly inappropriate one. But if that’s the worst you got up to with Dieter then it was fairly tame.

The fleeting thought of what you’d actually hoped you’d get up to with Dieter comes and leaves without incident. 

By the time you get home you’re planning what casting call you’d go to tomorrow, making your grocery list, and considering if you can get away without doing laundry tonight. Which is why you walk past the bouquet of flowers in the atrium without checking who it’s for. Waiting for the elevator, however, curiosity gets the better of you and you peek at the card.

Your name. It’s your name on the perfectly imperfect bouquet of garden roses and eucalyptus. You’re opening the card as your cell phone vibrates in your pocket. Fishing it out, you greet the Midnight Alley casting agent on the other end.

“Are you open to a semi-recurring role?” 

“W-what?”

“Yeah, the director and AD were really impressed with your chemistry with Bravo. They’ve been trying to write him a love interest in the show, but he’s turned down all the potential actresses and guest stars. No chemistry, bad chemistry, whatever, but the point is he asked for them to consider you.”

Your hands shake, the clean white card pinched between your fingers.

I think we can do better together than that. Dinner?

-DB

“What do you think?”

Your heart flutters as you set it free.

“When can I start?”

END

[roguerambles]

Build up and Climax Part 2

Record of Ragnarok - Raiden x Male!Reader

Warnings - NSFW. 18+Only. Adult Situations 

I’m not very happy with this one, but its been sitting in my drafts for ages and Raiden deserves more love, so here is my humble offering.

-

You were faster than you looked.

Raiden had never been one for games, even sexy ones – he liked to get to the hot and heavy, flesh against flesh, thighs around his hips and nails down his back, his partners screaming his name sooner rather than later. Teasing wasn’t his thing.

Still, he’d be lying if he said this little chase, you with your eyes glinting and smile wicked, your body bare to the world, wasn’t seriously getting his blood pumping. You were like one of those nymphs he’d heard of, leading him deeper into the depths of the arena with lustful promises, of him getting his hands on your gorgeous body, feeling you writhing and panting beneath him—

Fuck, he was so turned on.

You darted through a set of doors, and Raiden recognised the corridor leading to his rooms. Excitement thrummed through his body, and he practically knocked the door off its hinges as he rammed his shoulder into them, sending them flying open.

“You took your time.”

You gave him an amused grin, already lain amongst the pile of pillows and blankets on his bed, naked and ready for him, and for a second Raiden thought he might be salivating.

You were so fucking pretty, all over, and he wanted to explore every inch of you. “Well?” You asked airily, your smile sweeter than sin, your thighs parting slightly, invitingly. “What are you waiting for?”

Fuck, he was in love.

Raiden grabbed his belt, roughly pushing it down, letting it fall around his ankles before kicking it sharply aside. He felt himself spring free, a fire sparking in his belly at the way you audibly gasped as your gaze fell below his waist, the way your eyes darkened with hunger. Raiden grinned and advanced towards you, heat searing through his veins, needing to close the gap between you.

He'd never fucked a god before, and he wanted to change that now.

He leapt into the air, intent on pinning you down and ploughing you until you were hoarse from screaming his name. You flashed a coy grin, and in a sharp movement lifted your arm, your palm slamming into his chest. You twisted around, using his momentum to send him crashing onto his back – a move he could have easily out-manoeuvred, in truth, but the sight of you sliding on top of him, perched on his waist, you thighs around his waist, was the sexiest thing he’d seen in a while, so he let it slide.

He reached for you eagerly, already envisioning how good you’d look riding on top of him, when you flashed him a wicked grin. His arms suddenly stopped short, and Raiden glanced up, puzzled, only to see thin strips of rope coiling slowly around his wrists, tugging his arms over his head.

“…huh?”

He tugged, then yanked, then pulled hard, but his wrists remained bound. He looked back up at you, to your pretty, grinning face, and huffed to himself.

…he wasn’t much for games, but it seemed you were.

 -

Raiden looked good in rope.

His spectacular musculature flexed and contracted with every movement, straining against the confines of the slender knots forming around his wrists. They were enchanted enough that even a God would struggle to break free, although you were beginning to wonder if Raiden was strong enough to break free.

Raiden tilted his head, peering up at you, giving his bindings an experimental tug. He was actually pouting. “Come on, pretty boy.” He groaned miserably, his massive body slumping back on the bed. “This isn’t exactly what I had in mind…”

You grinned slightly, lightly trailing your fingertips along the thick, powerful muscle of his thigh. Raiden groaned, his thighs parting, his cock springing eagerly to attention—sweet fucking Eros—

You forced your gaze upwards, meeting Raiden’s eyes with a coy, seductive smile. “Oh?” You caressed his thigh firmly, your gut tightening as Raiden groaned happily, his body arching eagerly into your touch. “And what did you have in mind?”

“Untie me and I’ll show you.”

You pretended to think about it, your fingers dancing across his thigh and coiling around his length, stroking slowly up and down. Raiden hissed, his chest heaving as he thrust his hips upwards. “I don’t know…I think I like you as is.”

“Ooh…ooh…fuck, come on, pretty boy, at least use your mouth or something—”

Your fingers danced over his length quick and clever, and Raiden cursed and bucked his hips, hissing through gritted teeth, his eyes darkening with desire as he grinned ferally up at you.

You smiled innocently. “Say please.”

“I fucking love you—”

“You’re sweet.” You slowly stroked across his leaking tip – Raiden whined, his thighs quivering. “Now say please.”

“Please, please, please let me fuck you—”

“Well, that was fast.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. “You gave up that easy?”

“I know what I want.” Raiden was practically vibrating, the muscles of his arms bulging and straining against his bindings.

“And what…” You leaned over him, letting your body rub softly against his, your lips against his jaw. “…do you want?”

Crack—

The posts snapped, wood splintering, but you didn’t care. Raiden’s hands closed around your waist, his grin practically feral as he yanked your hips down, his length sliding between your thighs—

Heat seared through you, so fierce and hard you cried out, your head snapping backwards as pure sensation flooded your senses in a haze of sweet red. Below you, Raiden groaned and growled, his hips rolling and bucking, sliding deeper and deeper into you.

“Fuck.” He cursed between gritted teeth, his muscles flexing and contracting under your fingers, his hands sliding up and down your hips and thighs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so good—"

His hands guided you up and down, his thick, powerful thighs flexing beneath you, his head thrown back, moaning and grunting, his abdomen clenching with each thrust. You fell forward, palms splayed on his warm chest, bracing yourself as you rocked your hips in a hard rhythm, making him shout and roar with approval. Your own length rubbed furiously against his lower abdomen, fire spilling in your belly.

“Raiden—” You gasped out, rolling your hips hard and fast, the heat building rapidly from deep within.

“Oh, gods, say my name, say it again—”

Raiden’s hand roughly smacked your rear, making you yelp, your hips stuttering, lightning searing through you. He grinned wildly up at you, eyes blown black with lust. You surged down, crushing your lips to his, teeth and tongue clashing as he moaned, fingers digging into your skin as he bucked into you, over and over—

“Raiden—” Your gut felt hot and tight, something inside pulling taunt, threatening to snap. “Raiden—!”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes—”

Raiden’s release struck with the force of a tidal wave, a roar spilling from his lips from deep within his chest. Fire collided with fire, searing deep in your belly, and a cry spilled from your lips as you bucked against him, your own pleasure overwhelming you.

You lost count of how many times you came together. You had met Gods with less stamina than Raiden seemed to possess, his body hard and hot and contracting, hips thrusting in a seemingly never ending search for release. You were certain half the arena could hear the noises you were making, but it was impossible to care about anything other than Raiden’s hips slamming into you, his hands roaming your body, his mouth hot against your skin, his groans and growls and shouts of pleasure as he filled you so completely. Your bodies became a hazy, heated frenzy of grasping, writhing limbs, fingers raking over flesh, the sheets tangled in your sweaty bodies. At some point bedside table was knocked over, its contents splashing across the floor along with shattered glass, but you were both far too consumed with each other to care.

You were spent, nerves singing from the aftershocks of your final climax, body quivering as Raiden thrust into you from behind, his hands stroking your hips, his face buried in your neck.

“Ah…ah…gods…oh…”

“Raiden.” You breathed his name, fingers absently stroking his wrists. Raiden hissed and his hips stuttered, a quiet roar rumbling from his throat as his release hit, flooding you with blissful heat. He collapsed beside you on the pillows, a huge arm draping over your waist.

“Fuck…” He murmured against your neck. You chuckled vaguely, boneless from pleasure, and leaned back against his glorious chest. He tugged you close, his lips brushing against your shoulder in a surprisingly tender manner.

You tumbled into sleep, Raiden’s warmth at your back.

-

“There you are!”

A loud voice shook you roughly from sleep. Raiden grumbled something incoherently under his breath, burying his face in your neck, his arm draped over your side. You blinked blearily, tilting your head upwards, catching the sight of a wry grin and blue skin.

“…Lord Shiva?”

“Fucking the enemy during Ragnarok?” Shiva looked thoroughly amused, his lower set of arms crossed loosely in front of him. “Aphrodite might be proud enough she’ll forget to be mad at you.”

You groaned slightly, flopping back against Raiden’s chest, feeling his arms pull more snugly around you. “I thought you were fighting soon?” You mumbled. “Why are you running errands for my mother?”

“Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed…”

“Actually, I’m on a great side of the bed.” You wriggled slightly against Raiden, feeling him stirring beneath you, and you really wanted to focus on that. “Can you just tell her you couldn’t find me?”

Shiva adopted a thoughtful expression, one set of hands on his hips, the others folding behind his head. “You would have me lie for you?” He shook his head, tsking at you, his face morphing into a grin. “For nothing? Such boldness.”

“Oh?” You tilted your head, letting your eyes trail upwards over Shiva’s sculpted abdomen and toned chest, the bulging biceps of his arms – you’d always had a weakness for arms and Shiva had four. “I can make it worth your while.”

“…and your friend there would want that?” Shiva raised an eyebrow questioningly, but you caught the subtle way his eyes slid over you and Raiden both, the unmistakable interest stirring in his gaze. The sight of it send a shiver down your back, the idea of having Raiden and Shiva both at once…

You drove your elbow back into Raiden’s chest, with a little more force than needed. He startled awake with a grunt, his hand gripping your hip. “Hey—! What the fuck…woah—”

He blinked at Shiva a few times, his stupefied expression melting into a lazy grin. “Damn.”

Shiva’s eyebrow arched slightly. “Hello to you too.”

“Does that answer your question?” You stretched out against Raiden, angling your body, the sheets slipping around your hips. “What’s the old saying? Know thy enemy?”

“I don’t think it meant quite like this.” Shiva noted dryly, but his smile told you everything you needed to know. His thumbs hooked around his waistband, tugging until his pants slid down his hips and past his thighs—

“Holy fuck.” Raiden was definitely awake now, his breath quickening and body hardening underneath you, his fingers digging into your hips. “Please say you’re into sharing—”

You laughed, pushing back into Raiden’s chest as Shiva moved onto the bed with cat-like grace, his multiple hands reaching for you and Raiden both as the three of you melted into each other, a tangle of grasping hands and limbs.

“Yes. Very much so.”

[sukunastoy]

Dumb Puppy (Part 2)

Posted a bit later than I wanted to but finally got this absolute filth tossed into the pile. Enjoy!

wc: 2.3k+

cw: fucking both the father and son(everyone is legal age) name calling/insults (mutt, bitch, puppy etc), choking, cream pie, unprotected sex, master-pet dynamic, age difference.

Over the next few weeks, your needy moments with Toji only worsened. The more you indulged in this sick fantasy, the more obsessed with him you became. He entertained all of your needs, feeding into your twisted desires.

Teaching Megumis class was both stressful and embarrassing. The boy never said anything, and you weren't sure if he knew what you were actually doing with his crappy father or not. If he was aware, he never mentioned it, much to your relief.

Of course for some days, to avoid suspicion, you'd leave immediately after school was over, getting to the Fushiguro residence before Megumi would get home. Offering him a ride home every day was getting too awkward. If he walked, it would take him almost 20 minutes to get there. That was more than enough time to park far enough down the street to hide your car and sneak back to the house, getting into Tojis bedroom with the door shut before the son came home. Sure you'd be moaning like a wanton whore, but at least he never saw your face to actually confirm it was you fucking his dad so much lately.

Again Toji was choking you out while he was fucking you harshly, and the lack of air to your head made you cum so embarrassingly hard.

"F-fuck! Loosen up, bitch, you're forcing me out." He grumbled as your walls were clenching him so tightly it was almost difficult for him to keep thrusting.

Your whole body shook with the intensity of your climax, making you nearly pass out as the male above you continued to fuck your spasming cunt.

He grunted while chasing his own release, sweat dripping down onto you from him as his squeezing became more of a strangulation.

You began to slip into darkness before a dizzying sensation filled your head, his hands moving from your throat to let air back into your lungs. Coughing immediately as you choked to breathe, Tojis hips sputtered as your walls clamped around him with each harsh cough. He fucked a load into you while panting before finally sitting up onto his haunches and rubbing his hair back from his face.

"Jeez...can't fuck your pathetic pussy if you shove me out, dumbass."

Ugh, what an asshole. The sexiest asshole you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Opening up the bedroom door to leave, Toji smacked your ass and you yelped loudly.

“Is my dumb puppy coming back again tomorrow to get her needy little cunt fucked?” He teased while walking out.

Before you could even reply, the color drained from your face as not one, but two Fushiguro’s now stood in the living room.

Megumi gave you a brief glance, a complete lack of interest in his face but it was still horrifying.

“Hey, how come you haven’t hit that yet?” Toji chuckled to his son, gesturing towards you while he went into the kitchen.

“She’s got a tight little cunt, you’d love it.”

Well, it finally reached that point. You had to move and change your whole identity. Because this level of embarrassment was unreal.

Megumi was never out and about in the home when you left. You could sometimes hear him come in while Toji was having his way with you, but then shortly after that you’d hear the door to his room open and close. He was always in there and you always slipped out of Tojis room unnoticed!

Megumi sighed and rolled his eyes to his fathers words. “Yeah…right. Look, I just have a question. Class related.” He said while looking back to you, not phased in the least.

“C-class?” You stammered, hardly able to calm your heartbeat.

What a weird fucking moment.

Sitting down with Megumi on the couch, the one Toji fucked you over several weeks ago, he was asking about one of the homework papers you assigned earlier today in class.

By this point, you had no idea where Toji had gone, and it felt even more awkward to be sitting here alone with your student. Especially since Toji literally talked about your still sopping pussy to him.

Despite you struggling to speak half the time, Megumi seemed to not give a single care about what you were obviously doing not too long ago.

“Um, Megumi, I’m sorry, for making this weird…”

“You’re not the only one who has been here before, he does this all the time. I’m used to it.”

That definitely didn’t make you feel any fucking better. But come on, was that really such a surprise? Toji was an absolute crappy person, of course he’d be fucking several others.

Wondering how Megumi turned out to be so polite still made your head spin.

After helping him with the assignment, you rushed out of the Fushiguro residence, planning on what country you’d move to so you’d never have to face this embarrassment again.

Obviously, you had to go back to your job the next morning. And the next day. And the next…

Though, you hadn’t gone over to get dicked down in almost two weeks now. It was hard enough to stand in the front of Megumi’s class, knowing he’s heard you howling like a wild animal.

But, you’d be lying if you pretended that you were better off without seeing Toji.

None of your personal toys at home could even come close to give you that sickening high you only achieved by riding his dick.

Laying in bed after whimpering through a pathetic and unsatisfying orgasm, you groaned in despair. Being embarrassed was swiftly getting replaced with a level of horminess that was driving you mad.

Megumi was clearly not knew to his fathers antics, and he definitely already knew you were over there so often. Cat was out of the bag long before you knew it even was!

So why fight it?

Fuck it. You needed him again. Needed him bad. Not seeing him was driving you insane. You just wanted him to fuck you stupid and let you drift away in a moment of perverted bliss.

Knocking on Tojis door the next day after rushing over from school, you impatiently awaited him to answer. When that locked turned and the door swung open, you nearly dropped your purse in awe. He was shirtless, and his hair was a mess. Your eyes shamelessly traveled down his body, drinking in those abs and whining at the sight of his v line disappearing into his pants.

“F-fuck…” you gulped under your breath.

“My my…I was wondering when your pathetic cunt would bring you back here.”

Extending out a thick and toned arm, Tojis hand gripped behind your neck, and his thumb rubbed across your ear while pulling you inside.

As your head hung off the side of Tojis bed, you couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction. Feeling those calloused hands holding your waist while he fucked you relentlessly was driving you fucking wild. His grunts and growls with every thrust put you on cloud nine.

“Missed me, didn’t you, dirty bitch?”

“Y-yes, fuck…fuck yes!” Of course you did. You were obsessed with him! You wanted to be his, his own personal plaything.

“Look at that fucking smile…You like being a whore.”

You didn’t care anymore. So long as those hands were around your throat or waist, you were in a state of bliss beyond compare. Since a couple weeks had passed, your poor pussy actually had time to rest, but now it was getting stretched back out and that delicious pain swirled in your core.

He was so rough and brutal with every thrust, but you fucking loved it.

“You wanna cum? Cum all over my fat cock in your greedy pussy?” He teased while adjusting his hips to hammer into that spongy flesh that would send you over the edge in seconds.

His abs brushed across your aching clit just perfectly and you swung your legs up and over his waist, opening yourself up further.

Feeling his cockhead sink further towards your cervix, you screamed in euphoria, unable to handle how good he could fuck you.

“That’s it, that’s a good little dumb mutt!” He crudely laughed, fucking you so hard you were sliding off the bed.

“F-fuck, fuck me! Fuck me!!” You sobbed as your walls clenched around his unforgiving pace.

Hearing the front door open, you did your best to ignore it. Megumi would know it was you, but he’d pay no attention to it. So there wasn’t a reason to deny yourself of this amazing orgasm washing over you, making your body shake from the severity of it.

That was, until you suddenly realized through your daze, that Toji had left the bedroom door open.

And as your head was hanging off the bed, you locked eyes with Megumi who stood in the living room with his bag strap now slipping down his shoulder.

Your face was contorted in sickening pleasure, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away to break the stare.

“S-shit, T-Toji, the door!” You whined, face flushed in a heavy blush knowing Megumi just watched you cum from his dad.

“Dumb puppy…I wanted him to see.” He snickered while leaning up and grabbing onto your tits almost painfully. He kneaded them in his hands while continuing to roll his hips into yours.

“Come on, get in here and help me fuck this needy mutt.”

“What!?” Your head snapped up at Tojis words, but one of those large hands covered your face, shoving your head back down in a rough motion.

“Don’t act like you aren’t interested boy, caught you jerking off to the video of her on my phone.”

Your eyes were wide in pure humiliation at this point, and you couldn’t even think of a single thing to say. Surely, surely Megumi would deny. He wasn’t going to fuck his teacher along side his dad, right??

Oh god…the horrible thoughts filled your mind in an instant. And not in the way you imagined…

Toji was an absolute beast in the bed, if his son was the same…

You felt your pussy clench at the thought of being taken by both of them, and Toji smirked down to you, knowing where your mind was going.

“Fucking whore, getting more soaked at the idea of it. Look boy, she’s getting wet for you. Don’t act like you don’t want to fuck her.”

Megumi remained staring at you for only a brief moment before he huffed and ducked his head down, rubbing the back of it.

“Fine.”

It was obscene. It was beyond inappropriate.

Felt even more intense than any porn you've seen.

But you couldn't get enough.

These two gorgeous men were licking your cunt, nearly fighting each other over it. You kept your leg held up as you lay on your side, panting and staring at them in a daze.

Toji was fucking your still twitching hole with his tongue, and Megumi was sucking on your swollen clit, occasionally nipping to make you squeal.

"Get up there, and fuck this whore.” Toji growled to his son, shoving him more over you.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't want this.

Megumi was flushed in the face and he wouldn't look at you while he climbed over your anxious body, but your arms welcomed him greatly in an embrace.

You were surprised how quickly his cock slipped into your aching cunt, but even more in shock at his size. A big, fat and veiny cock, just like his father.

Your arms and head fell back on the bed, breathless as your student fucked you like you weren't worth anything.

It didn't take Toji long to hop on the bed and kneel on either side of your head. He gripped his cock and bounced the end of it onto your face, making your mouth open.

"That's my perfect, dumb puppy...getting fucked in your mouth and cunt at the same time. Fucking hell, you're a filthy whore."

He groaned while shoving his dick down your throat. Your eyes widened as far as they could, a new level of ecstasy and arousal washing over you. Megumi leaned over you while he hammered into you, letting your pussy swallow him whole each time. Toji bucked his hips to fuck your face, and even though you gagged and whimpered, he only sank further into your warm and wet throat.

"F-fuck, I'm gonna fucking cum..." Megumi growled to himself, falling apart at how tightly your gummy walls sucked him in.

"Hold that shit in. This is a dirty bitch, she wants so much more."

God, you couldn't agree more.

"Goddamn...you need to see this." Toji panted while pulling himself from your throat. You coughed and gasped for air as he lifted your head but immediately your body went limp to the sight.

He made you watch as Megumis cock disappeared into your pussy, and how when he pulled back, you were gripped around him so tightly.

"Told you, her fucking pussy has an amazing grip."

"T-Toji, I wanna, wanna cum!" You begged with tears in your eyes, unable to handle the sight of Megumis dick fucking your sloppy cunt.

"So cum! Cum on my sons dick, you disgusting bitch."

When Tojis hands slipped around your throat, your body tensed instantly and he let out a rude laugh as you squirted all over Megumis abs.

“Fuuuck~!” Megumis hips faltered as your walls clamped down around him, and you sobbed through moans when he slammed his hips down into yours, burying himself balls deep in your cunt before unloading into you.

Drool spilled from the side of your partially opened mouth, lost in a complete daze as you could see Megumis cock twitch and throb while your pussy milked him dry.

He chanced looking up to you, but once your doe eyes locked with his, he immediately looked away, gritting his teeth and grumbling.

“You’ve been wanting to fuck her for a while now, don’t pretend otherwise. Now move, time for my turn.” Toji grinned down to you while stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

“My dumb puppy needs her little pussy completely ruined.”

[bump1nthen1ght]

Playing His Game (M!Orc x F!Reader) Part 2

Pairing: Male!Orc x Female! Reader

Warnings: Explicit content under the cut (18+ ONLY), degradation

Request: Would you do a part two for Gramus the orc and the female reader? Like an established relationship but still the same kind of nsfw?

Six months in, you think you and Gramus are officially out of the honeymoon phase.

Don’t misunderstand, the relationship is still amazing, the two of you are still very much obsessed with each other. Conversations aren’t dull, the dates haven’t stopped, and you even discovered you have similar habits of living! This isn’t that slump where he finds out your breath smells rank in the morning or you find out he doesn’t know how to wash whisks and genuinely some magic is lost. No, things are just a little different now.

7 months ago, you’d be opening your door in a sexy outfit, hair done and makeup freshly immaculate, trying to bend the sexiest way possible to get your hot neighbors attention. Now, you’re in one of his big shirts and your comfiest Monday™️ underwear, watching him do the dishes as you sip on a rootbeer float.(He once said he hadn’t drank one since he was 7. You try to make them every date night) Your hair is half-messy, your face is nowhere near camera ready, but damn do you feel hot. And maybe its because you just ate a delicious dinner and don’t have to clean, or because your fine-ass boyfriend is wearing those work pants that fit him just right, but you are unabashadly horny in this moment.

Its why you tip-tap your fingers around his back and onto his stomach, pressing your braless chest against him and taking a deep sniff of his shirt. Gramus chuckles, one hand leaving the dishes to pat your arm.

“What are you doing, love?”

His voice is so deep, always so soft. You love it, but you love it even more when it gets rough.

“Nothing.” You mumble into his tshirt, still rubbing circles into his toned stomach. The mischievous smile on your face says otherwise. “Is it illegal for me to hug my boyfriend?”

“No.” He laughs again, rubbing the back of your palm as he runs a mixing spoon under water. “But you’re a naughty girl, so you always have something up your sleeve.”

“Thats a bold accusation, sir.” You say, giggling into his back. “What proof could you possible have?”

“Well, one of your hands is playing with my waistband, for one.” You laugh again, snapping the fabric of his shorts against him. “And the fact that we had sex 3 times last night, yet you’re still hungry for more.”

“What can I say,” You press a kiss into his back muscles, “I find it hard to control myself around my sexy ass boyfriend. Is that a crime…” You intentionally slow your voice, trying to sound as sultry as possible, “Officer?”

“No,” Gramus wraps a hand around your wrist and, in one quick moment, has flipped you both around, your back now pressed against the counter as he smirks over you, “But I don’t like your attitude, slut.” Gramus other hand comes up and grabs yoru jaw, forcing you to look him right in the eye. The dishes lay forgotten behind you, Gramus mouthing the question “Green?” as his thumb rubs across your cheek.

You nod, licking your lips before pretending to struggle in his grip. “I guess you’ll have to correct my behavior, sir. If you can handle me.” You quickly yank your wrist out of his hand, trying to use his gentleness against him and take off toward your bedroom. But Gramus is used to your naughty tricks by now, pivoting your inertia to a nearby cabinet and slamming you (as sweetly as possible) up against it. He uses his body weight to press down and keep you still, though you fretfully play-struggle some more. He kisses his teeth, chiding your failed attempt.

“Nice try, but you’re gonna have to use more of those whore brain cells of yours to get passed me.” Using his forearm, Gramus keeps you pressed against the cabinet while he reaches down and undoes his belt. The clink of it falling to the ground sends goosebumps down your arms, a familiar slickness pooling in your sweatpants. “Now, I expect you to make up for your insurbordination. Maybe I’ll be genereous and even fuck you after.” Gramus doesn’t need any force to push you down on your knees, your mouth already salivating at the prominent bulge in his pants. Those blue boxer briefs you got him the other day strain in between his open fly, making you wet your lips.

“I guess I have to work extra hard.” You pout, looking up at him with all the sluttiness in your arsenal. “After all, that cock looks really big.”

“Damn right, bitch.” Gramus digs his hand into your hair and yanks you forward, shuffling down his underwear and stroking his cock twice. The tip of it taps your lips and you can’t fight the urge to lap at the leaking slit. Gramus’ thumb yanks open your bottom lip, slapping his head against your eager tongue. “That’s right, down on your knees. Where you belong.”

Despite his brutal words, Gramus gently slides his cock down your throat. He waits for your eyes to widen and your head to nod before he slides deeper and deeper, trying not to trigger your gag reflex.

Such a softie. You think, wondering how you became so lucky to have him.

Gramus always makes the cutest faces during blowjobs. His closes his eyes and scrunches up his nose. Even when his big hands yank on your hair or his hips fuck into your face, you can’t help but think he looks so damn adorable.

Drool slips down your jaw as Gramus slots himself into your mouth all the way to the base. You give yourself an imaginary pat on the back as Gramus begins gently thrusting. He curses under his breath.

“Fuck, I love this mouth.” Gramus pants, rubbing his thumb across your jaw. “You know how to make me feel good, huh? Fucking whore.” Gramus gently slaps your cheek, just enough to make a sound but not enough to actually hurt. He mouths a timid “Green?” again, to which you nod. He could honestly hit your harder, but you know he prefers not to risk it.

Balls slap against your chin as Gramus picks up the pace, pulling the hand away from your face and leaning it against the countertop. The leverage allows him to move his hips even further, to pound the back of your throat. The gargle of cock in your mouth combined with Gramus grunts make your pussy ache. You decide to sneak one of your hands up his leg while the other goes down to your cunt. The schlick of your wetness is obvious, obvious enough to make Gramus chuckle.

“You’re such a cock-hungry bitch, huh? I’ve barely touched you and you’re already soaked.” You don’t rebut, instead using your tongue to lick up and down Gramus cock as it goes in out of your mouth. The countertop squeaks from Gramus nails clawing across them. He licks his chapped lips. “Probably want my cum huh? You’d probably swallow if I shot my load down your throat, wouldn’t you?” You nod eagerly, looking so debauched with bruised lips. Gramus smirks, but surprises you when he abruptly pulls out, leaving you gasping. He yanks on your hair, forcing you to stand and leave your pussy unattended. Panting, you look up at him with wide eyes. “Too bad I make the decisions around here.”

Gramus easily turns you around and bends you over the counter. He rips down your shorts with a single hand as he strokes his cock, whistling as he spreads open your pussy lips with two fingers. “Gods be damned, you are wet.” You don’t need assistance in opening your legs, Gramus easily sliding his dick across your wet folds, just catching on your clit. “I guess it’s for the best, wouldn’t want to break you. Though,” Between words Gramus shoves his cock to the hit inside you, stralignt he breath out of your chest, “ I bet you’d like that.”

While you’d typically respond with some snarky banter to keep the roleplay im lime, you find all you're capable of is a whimper as Gramus begins pounding your cunt. His calloused hands dig into your hips as he pulls you back onto his pelvis, nails leaving small half-moons on the skin. He slaps your ass hard and fast, pawing at the curve before hitting it again. You can only imagine how he throws his head hack, grunting with each hump, as your face is pressed into the cool countertop.

Gramus cock brutalizes your g-spot, his sweaty balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. The burn of his thick dick stretching you open makes your toes curl, some drool leaking out of your open mouth. Sparks fly up and down your abdomen and you know your lower back is gonna hurt tomorrow.

“F-fuck.” A throaty purr comes from Gramus mouths, slapping your ass again. He’s told you once before that he loves the way it jiggles, that it almost makes him cum every time. You wiggle your hips and push them onto his pelvis, getting another groan and a slap to your ass cheek. “Cheeky little thing.” He mutters under his breath.

“You know you l-love it.” You stutter, finally getting enough wits about you to back talk. But with drool all down the side of your flushed face, you doubt it's very intimidating.

“Damn right I do. Shit!” The knot in your abdomen winds tighter and tighter, Gramus flurried hips telling you that he’s also getting close. A thick palm circles around and grabs you by the throat, pulling you up while arching your back. “Say my name.” Gramus whispers in your ear, the pads of his fingers digging into your jugular. “Scream it.”

With your pussy clenching and your cervix as sore as it is, you doubt you could do anything but scream.

“Gramus! Gramus!” You yell, that knot finally snapping. Gramus shouts another “Fuck!” As your pussy puts him a vice grip, giving a couple more stuttered thrusts before cumming inside you.

You collapse onto the counter, your heavy breath fogging up the cool top. You can feel Gramus sweat dripping down onto your back, his head now laid in between your should blades as he catches his breath. A trickle of his cum runs down you legs, leaving a warm feeling in your gut.

“Damn,” Gramus mumbles into you back. “I forgot about the pans on the stove top.”

You sluggishly turn your head to the left, seeing the messy pot you used for spaghetti sauce tonight’s dinner. You chuckle.

“Sorry, I guess I was too distracting, huh?”

Gramus press a kiss into the center of your back, pulling his softened cock out of you.

“Trust me, it was a welcome distraction.”

Gramus presses another soft kiss to your lips, pulling up his pants and redoing his belt. He then runs a paper towel under hot water and begins wiping away at your legs, cleaning off the slow drying cum. A warm hand rubs your lower back.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You sigh, shimmying up your underwear.

“Nope,” You give Gramus a peck in the cheek. “I think that was just right.”

[brrrkdslek]

YUNHO X MALE READER (9th member) SMUT WHERE THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS AND ONE NIGHT THE OTHER CONFESSES AND IT LEADS TO SEXY TIME. IM BEGGING ILL LITERALLY EAT UR BLOODSHIT 🫶

SAILING SHIP!

❒ jyh x 9th member! male! reader

❒ confessions, teeth-rotting smut, comfort, ur cheeks will hurt from smiling

❒ first love, first time ;), pervy yuyu, ship!!!!

❒ FIRST REQ AHHHH THX ANON, I HOPE U GUYS EAT THIS UP NICELY😭🙏🏻🫂🫶🏻

❒ 5.4k

you and yunho were besties, that much was obvious to the members, staffs, atiny- literally everyone. you two were inseparable ever since you first joined kq. people only thought you two were best friends because of your similar interests, but that was not the case.

yunho was deeply in love with you. everything and anything you did sent his mind spiralling, atinys always loved watching you two interact, it was such an interesting sight, like now as you waved to the large crowd of fans.

yunho buried his face in your neck, arms tightly securing you around your waist. atinys all had their phones out recording, "yah! yun~, what are you doing?" you spoke into your microphone, holding back a laugh.

yunho whined and rubbed his face in your neck, sniffing you. "what are you doing?" you repeated, then put your mic near his face as he raises his head, barely out of your neck, "you smell so good today..."

the crowd screams and roars as you felt your face heat up, your members fake gagging. "so you mean i don't smell good on other days?" yunho groans in response and pulls your body impossibly closer to his.

hongjoong began talking about the concert and the new album. you bit your lip as you felt yunho nibble at your skin, "stop that..." you whisper to him, pinching his arm lightly.

he whined again, "can't, you smell too good..." you sigh as you walk towards your members, yunho copying your movements like a penguin. soon after, you guys performed once again. you were all dressed up nicely and ready to go as yunho eyed you up and down.

you looked exquisite. since you had long hair, it was tied in two beautiful braids, with some rhinestones planted here and there. the colour was a beautiful white with fading blue tips, your black roots showing at the top. he bit his lip, all his favourite colours too...

your makeup was still as gorgeous as ever, but your outfit, oh my god. you wore a long-sleeved crop top, showing your abs, they weren't as toned as san's and yeosang's, more like seonghwa's but a bit less.

the top was black and skin-tight, outlining your slightly bulking arms. a sexy silver chain draped over your neck, down your torso and splitting into two across your waist, fitting you perfectly.

your bottom was a whole other universe as you were wearing a skirt, A SKIRT. the skirt itself was to your upper thigh, however you wore skin-tight shorts that showed underneath.

the skirt was white with diamonds decorating the edges, shorts also white. a white mesh sleeveless top was thrown on you last minute, the entire outfit matching your knee-high white platforms. over the top, right?

that was your specialty. you always stood out on stage with your looks, it often resulted in new trends among kpop fans and even other idols.

many, including idols loved you for your confidence in your clothing, with you mentioning in an interview that you didn't mind wearing anything, so long as it looked good on you.

as you got on stage, the intro of halazia started playing as you danced smoothly. atinys loved yours and yunho's performance in halazia the most, since it was the 'sexiest' moment of 'yunmn'—your ship name.

as the part came, you dashed across the stage towards yunho, gripping his collar. as the jump came, you threw yourself in front of him, doing a front flip with him holding you as you two continued with the choreography. only breaking apart to go in different directions when yeosang's part came.

the atinys screamed and cheered when they watched you do a front flip, in platforms. you were the main dancer of ateez, which was often shown in performances. your killing parts were specifically more hard moves to master. you could easily pull it off since you did ballet at a young age, also mastering in b-boy and more.

time flew by as the concert came to an end. the members waving goodbye to atinys in sadness, however they kept a bright smile on their faces as they disappeared backstage.

you yawned loudly as yunho tackled you into a hug, drowning you in kisses. "you were so good today!" he picked you up and spun you around, you only laughed and held onto his shoulder for support. "you were too!"

seonghwa smiled at the interaction. "alright, pipe down lovebirds! we have to get moving to the hotel now." wooyoung fake gagging as he walked past the two.

"you look so pretty today..." yunho stares at you mesmerisingly, even with sweat dripping from your face, you looked so beautiful in his eyes.

you giggle at how much he reminded you of a puppy, "you say that to me everyday, though..." you began walking to the makeup room with yunho glued to your side. "'cause it's true!"

the makeup artists had to physically rip yunho off of you as they undo your hair and makeup, speedily as it would take another hour to arrive to the hotel.

one of the staff walk in, "alright, the hotel rooms will be; seonghwa and hongjoong in 501, wooyoung, san and mingi in 502, yeosang and jongho in 503 and lastly, yunho and mn in 504."

jongho—who sat next to you—giggled as he scrolled on his phone. "what's funny?" you blinked at the man as he turned to face you. he put a hand next to his mouth, "yunho asked the staff to put him in the same room with you,

he wouldn't shut up about it and he was annoying the staff for like, the entire day until he gave in." you blinked in surprise, "gosh, that guy is always doing the craziest things ever...."

you pull out your phone as you scrolle through twitter, the hashtag #YUNMN trending as of now. you scroll through, most of them being recorded videos of you and yunho today at the concert.

yunmn_stan: AHHHHH YUNHO HOLDING ONTO HIS MN MADE ME TEAR UP,,,HES LITERALLY MNS PUPPY ATP🥹🥹🥹 [video attachment] #YUNMN

↳yuyus.wrld: FR LIKE LOOK AT THEM IM SO SOFT FOR YUNMN IM SOBBING RN [attached image]

↳bunbunmn: #MN come get ur mans rn pls🗣️[attached image]

luvlyteez: HALAZIA PERFORMANCE WAS SO LIT LOOK AT THE WAY YUNHOS GRIPPING HIS MAN😵CHILL OUT BROTHER AINT NOBODY TAKING HIM FROM U DAMN [attached video] #YUNMN

↳hala.yunmn: MY SOUL LEFT MY BODY WHEN I WATCHED THEIR PART LIKE JDKDJDKFLG

↳lee_halateez: SOULMATES‼️SOULMATE‼️

↳mnmain: CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIS. FRONT FLIP. IN PLATFORMS. ON STAGE???🤧🤞🏻

↳finding_mn: ITS A 4TH GEN MAIN DANCER THING NOBODY DOES IT LIKE MN😋

↳mnverse_: #MN IM SO PROUD OF U BABY!!!

you giggle to yourself as you scroll through the sweet posts all about you and yunho. for some reasons it made you feel all warm inside.

you were about to put your phone down until you heard a notification. picking up your phone once again, your screen lights up as a message is shown:

my gentle giant🫶🏻: missing u :(

you look across the room to see yunho jutting his bottom lip out, looking at you sadly with those cute puppy eyes. you internally coo at him as you blew him a kiss, he perked up and caught it with his hand, putting your imaginary kiss into his pocket, making you laugh.

"alright mn, you can get changed and head to the hotel now! good work today!" you thanked your makeup artist and grabbed your duffle-bag before heading into the changing rooms.

yunho sighed and slumped deeper into his seat, "minji~ please hurry! i wanna go see my nn..." yunho's makeup artist—minji—only let out a breathy laugh as she wiped the remaining lipstick from his lips.

"you must like him a lot." yunho couldn't help but let a tiny smile peek out from his lips, "he's just... perfect to me." minji smiles as she throws the wet tissue away.

"well, we're done so you can go to your lover!" she says gingerly as she bid him goodbye. yunho immediately rushing into the changing stalls to get changed.

yunho was attached to your hip the entire car ride. he was rambling on and on about how well you did during the performance today as you only hummed and nodded your head,

"what about yourself?" he blinks in confusion, looking up at you from his position on your shoulder. you sigh, "yun, you can't just always talk go on about me, what about you?"

yunho doesn't reply, he only buried himself deeper into your shoulder, closing his eyes, trying so hard to bite back his smile. that's right, you always put me first. that's why i like you so much.

upon arriving at the hotel, you quickly got off the car with yunho as he bounces in excitement. you raise a questioning brow at him, "what are you so excited about?" his eyes drift off to hongjoong, who was checking in and grabbing the keycards for each room.

the man squeals and runs over to him, leaving you with question marks above your head. wooyoung throws an arm around your shoulder while shaking his head, "that guy is just head over heels for you." you roll your eyes and flick his forehead, making him wince and whine,

"no he's not. we're just best friends, of course he's all over me." wooyoung smirks and raises his brows, "oh but tonight," he leans in your ear, "you guys are gonna get spicy~!" you blush and push him off, covering your ear. "yah, jung wooyoung!" he laughs and runs off.

"gosh, that kid is absolutely insane!" you sigh in horror before you walk over to the lounge where the others were, collecting their keycards. seonghwa sees you and teases, "oh yunho, your lover is here for you!"

the others giggle as yunho—who was at the water station, drinking from his paper cup—tosses the water down his throat and throws the cup to god knows where before charging at you.

you let out a yelp as he sweeps you into his arms, carrying you bridal style. you hold on to his neck as you hit his back, "yah! what's going on with you today!?"

yunho's face turns serious as he faces hongjoong, "hyung, our keycard please." hongjoong internally sweat-dropped as yunho opened his mouth, signalling hongjoong to place the keycard between his teeth.

the members watch as a deranged yunho carry you happily to your hotel room, tripping a few times in the process. "they're probably gonna fuck tonight-" wooyoung yelps as jongho hit his head, "even if they do, that's none of your business." hongjoong adjusts his bag over his shoulder,

"nono, he's right. we are definitely not getting any sleep tonight so buckle up crew." seonghwa giggles as yeosang and jongho sigh in sadness, departing to their own room, which was right by yours.

yunho adjusts his hold on you as he reaches to place the keycard on the door, unlocking it with a 'beep'. he giggles excitedly, throwing himself onto the queen sized bed.

"it's a single bed?" you untied your hair from your ponytail, "yeah! aren't you excited to..." he trails off as he watches you bite the hairtie between your teeth and put your hair up into a nice bun at the top of your head, tying it tightly.

you go over and cup his face gently, "why are you looking me like that? are you okay?" yunho's face heats up, smiling as he cups your hands. "i'm okay, i saw your face today so i'm okay."

you tsked before flicking his forehead, "stop being so sappy and help me with the luggage." you turn around to pull the large suitcase—which the staff helped drop off by the door—inside, yunho scrambled from the bed to help you place it horizontally.

he pulled out some clothes and skincare products as you laid on the bed, letting out a deep sigh. "platforms." you muttered, yunho turning his head, "what did you say?"

"the platforms i performed in today." "what about them?" you smile at the ceiling, "they were so damn nice." he smiles brightly before throwing himself on top of you on the bed, squeezing you tightly.

"you're so cute! i'll get you new ones, so don't worry!" he rubs his cheek against yours as you whine, "yah, jeong yunho get off me!" he lands a fat kiss on your cheek as you groan in 'disgust'.

"i'll get off if you promise to give me kisses later!" you giggle, "stop that, go shower!" you shove him playfully as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, "i'll go if you promise first!"

you stroke his hair gently, "fine, but be quick. i need to shower too." he looks up at you for a second before sprinting into the bathroom, going back to get his clothes. "you better keep your promise, nn!"

you laugh as he disappears into the bathroom. hearing a knock at the door, you shout out, "coming!" you jog to the door and open it, seeing jongho stand at the other side.

"what's good?" you ask, ruffling his hair. "aish, stop that," he smiles and swats your hands away, "don't be too loud tonight," he raises his brows continuously in a teasing manner, "what are you talking about?" your forehead creases in confusion.

jongho only smiles as he goes back into his hotel room, just beside yours. you close the door and scratch your head, mumbling to yourself, "what was that about?"

yunho flies out of the bathroom, shirtless and sweatpants as low as they could be. he ruffles his hair with the towel around his neck. you blush and watch as water dripped from his wet hair. the water drop rolls down his collarbone, in between his pecs, his juicy abs, before disappearing in his sweatpants.

you gulp and feel your face heat up. you look back at his hair,smiling as it reminded you of a golden retriever, you were caught in thought as you impulsively walk towards him, eyes never leaving his hair.

"mn, what's wrong?" before he could speak, you went on your tip-toes and pulled his head down, playing with his wet hair. yunho's eyes travel to your smiling face, "so fluffly..." you mumble to yourself. soon after, you snap out of your trance and retract your hands awkwardly.

"ah... sorry. i'll go shower now." you squeeze his cheek once and gather your things to the bathroom, "don't forget your promise!" yunho says and shoots you a finger heart. you catch it and kiss your fist before closing the bathroom door.

he sits on the bed and starts a live due to boredom. smiling at the rising number of viewers, he greets the atinys through his screen.

"why is your camera off?" he reads out a question, "ah, well i'm not wearing a shirt and also mn's showering." the comments start coming in twice as quick after yunho's little comment.

"are you rooming with mn?" he reads another question, "yes! i'm so excited to spend the night with him- ah, not in that way!" the atinys all cheer him on and hope they have a good night.

"guys it's not like that!" he laughs and buries his face in the pillows in embarrassment, "stop... please!" he giggles as his face reddens, "i- i can't breathe!"

he wipes the tears in the corner of his eyes before reading more comments. "did you have a good time today?" he reads, "yes i did! i was so impressed with mn's dancing even in platforms, sometimes i forget that he's a man."

he chats with the atinys for a few more minutes until he hears the blow dryer turn on. "ah, mn's probably done with his shower, i'll chat with you soon! byebye!"

he softly knocks on the bathroom door, going in after hearing it unlock. you brushed through your wet hair, drying it with the blow dryer. yunho bit his lip as he stands in the doorway, leaning against it.

he eyes your figure; dressed in a cute, oversized t-shirt. his eyes trailed lower and feels his heartbeat quicken at the sight of your tight sleep shorts underneath, almost completely hidden by your shirt.

"...ho, yunho!" he blinks a few times before focusing his eyes back on your bare face. "hm?" you flick his forehead, making him groan and hold his forehead, "i told you to go put on a shirt, didn't i?"

putting down the blow dryer, you brush your hair a few times before walking out of the bathroom, with yunho following. "you're gonna catch a cold!" you scoff at the sight of him whining and stomping his feet. "but i want my kisses first!"

you roll your eyes and check your phone for a second, "are you a child?" "you promised!" he pouted, sitting at the edge of the bed. "are you seriously mad at me?" you sat on the bed as you tried looking at him. he only turned the other direction and crossed his arms around his chest, you sigh.

"fine, c'mere." you stretch your arms out as his facade immediately falters, launching himself onto you. you giggle at the man, stroking his soft hair. yunho had his head in your neck with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. your arms were slung over his shoulders, playing with his hair.

he sat up and leaned against the headboard, throwing your legs over his lap. you two stayed in the position for a quiet few seconds before he spoke up, "can i have those kisses now?"

you giggle at the adorable man-child below you. cupping his soft cheeks in your hands, you pecked his nose. "of course, pup." he smiled at the nickname, pushing his face closer to yours.

you cup his cheeks and began peppering his face with light kisses. you swore his cheeks would start hurting due to how much he had been smiling, "you're gonna pull a muscle if you keep smiling like that." you giggle at the golden retriever, "i can't help it, you just make me feel so happy." his eyes literally and figuratively sparkling as he stares at you.

he gently caresses the bags under your eyes, frowning. "why... do you even like me so much?" you smile apologetically at the taller. he ignored your question and kisses your eye, "yah! stop that, ew!!" you gag jokingly, "you need to sleep more! look at your eye bags."

you laugh at his pouting face, "you sound like my mom right now!" you begin laughing. yunho doesn't react, only staring mesmerisingly into your eyes. he suddenly pulls you into his lap. you yelp and grip onto his neck, noses almost touching.

he strokes your thighs softly. fingers tingling as your body hair that tickles at his fingers. you feel your heart almost beating out of your chest as you nervously fiddle with the hair on his nape.

"i like you so much because," he pauses and boops your noses together, "you're perfect to me." your eyes began to water as you played with his hair, "everything you do is so... amazing to me.

you work so hard and do so well. you always put me and the members before yourself. you force the maknaes to bed knowing how hard they worked, yet you spend the next five hours practicing until you can't even move anymore."

you lean in just a little more and he connects your lips immediately. your emotions take over you as a tear falls from your eye. he breaks the kiss, lips still hovering over each other.

he whispers softly, "you're so selfless, so caring, so loving, so hardworking. and i love that about you," you let out a quiet sob as he pecks your lip, "no, scratch that. i'll love you no matter what."

you pull away from him, sobbing into your hands. no one's ever acknowledged you like this before. not like your members didn't, you were humble about it. you learnt to always nod and agree even if you didn't, say 'thank you' even if you didn't mean it.

your entire life was always black and white, until yunho came. when you first joined kq, you were unlikable. at first, the members didn't like you cause of your normalcy, they hated how you didn't even try to prove that you wanted to do this, that you wanted to debut.

but yunho, this fanatic man followed you like your own puppy, assisted you when needed, and was your shoulder to cry on. yunho's always made you like this, so dramatic, so emotional, so... weird. you felt weirdly happy with him. he satisfied all your needs and you satisfied all his needs.

he was the reason you took the first step and came out of your shell, learned to love and to receive love. he was there ever since you could remember, there for all the good and bad. kissed you when you cried and you reciprocated. you were perfect for each other. no matter as members, friends, best friends, or even... lovers.

he tried pulling your hands away but you wouldn't budge, only burying yourself into the crook of his neck. "nn, look at me please." he brushed through your hair with his fingers, "n-no, this is so embarrassing..." you sniffled. you could feel how hot your face was, and you were sure yunho could too.

he kissed the top of your head, "but it's true, i do love you." "stop saying that." he giggled, "your hair smells so nice, what shampoo do you use?" you snort before hitting his chest lightly, "i can't believe you," you pull away, wiping your wet cheeks as he coos at you, "i'm crying my eyes out for you and you ask me what shampoo i use?"

you try to act mad but can't help the small smile pulling the corners of your lips up. he laughs as you hit him on the head this time, "but it's true! i love you, i love you so much mn."

he pulls you towards him again, peppering your face with kisses. "i've loved you for so long, you have no idea." you squish his cheeks, "then tell me, since when?" "ever since we first became friends when we were trainees-"

"WHAT" you cup his face, jaw dropping all the way to the hotel lobby. "no way! no way- for that long?" your eyes water as he only nods as he stares at you with so much love in his eyes. god he never stops staring at me, does he?

you pull him in for another kiss, full of passion and lust. it soon turns into a full makeout session as you gently grind on his lap, moaning softly into the kiss.

he groans, gripping your waist tightly. his body on fire as he kissed you passionately, kissed you with everything he's got; years and years of pining, silently watching. but now, he's going to have you all to himself.

you both scramble to remove your shirt, throwing it in some corner of the hotel room you couldn't even bother to glance at. teeth clattering against each other as the room fills with the lust and love held in your kisses and your touch.

yunho was the first to pull away, staring at your half-naked body like he had never seen anything like it before. if he had to describe you in one word it would be, god. he would worship you always and forever, put food in front of your shrine and pray for your blessing and touch.

your breath hitched when he kissed down your jawline, all the way to your stomach. you held onto him the entire time, weird feelings invading your body, almost making you cry. he kissed your body with so much tenderness, like you would break with just the tiniest touch, which was true.

he kissed at your neck, littering your skin with dark purple marks, marks that showed that you were his, and only his. he muttered words of praises against your neck, hands gently rubbing circles at your waist, kneading the soft flesh.

you let out a breathy moan with tears streaming down your face, you've never felt like this before. this overwhelming feeling of being loved and wanted, yunho pining over you for years, loving your body and satisfying all your cravings.

he stopped and looked up, eyes softening at the tears glowing beneath the dim light of the room, "why," he stroked your cheek gently as he rubbed his against yours, "don't cry love. i'll love you even after tonight, to the moon and back." tears streamed deon your face again as he captures your lips in a loving kiss. this time he takes all the time in the world, tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, tasting every different flavour of your mouth.

yunho knew how sensitive you were to feelings, especially love. you've never felt so cared and loved for as your family was strict, never caring when you cried and only told you to stand up and continue walking. he made you feel all sorts of ways, making the black and white in your life blend together, and even adding his own colours to yours too.

you pulled away, trailing your hands along the bulky muscles of his shoulders, all the way to his hands, intertwining yours with his. your eyes lingered over his muscular torso while a light blush splattered across your cheeks. yunho giggled and teased, "like what you see?" your eyes widen as you rip your gaze from his beautiful chest, "n-no, i was just looking..."

yunho snorted, it had only been the recent few years when you fully freed yourself of the chains your family put on you. even atinys began revolting against your family, supporting you to the best of their abilities.

yunho glanced to the clock on the wall, seeing the shorter hand hit '1', signalling pst midnight. he gently laid you on the bed and began removing his sweats, "i don't wanna waste any more time... i promise this'll be the best experience of your life." he eagerly pull your shorts down, you stare at him, picturing a golden retriever as his face. you smiled and pecked his cheek,

he smiled happily as he lubed you up, thrusting a finger inside, your body jolted, moaning as his finger curled inside you. yunho left butterfly kisss up your abdomen, "you're so tight... so cute." he smiled as he put in another finger, rubbing against your soft walls.

you quivered at the new feeling, body getting increasingly sensitive with each time he touched your special spot, almost making you see stars. tugging at his hair gently, yunho gazed at you in a daze, hands never leaving your body. he didn't waste a single minute as he slurped and sucked your neck while he thrusted and flicked his fingers inside you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"oh... oh my- jesus! ah, yun...!" you moaned softly as he attacked your sensitive spot on your neck, licking and biting at it. "w-wait... you'll leave a mark if you-" you suddenly yelp as yunho bit down on your soft flesh, humming at the feeling. pulling away, he kissed the bite mark and smirked, "now everyone will know who you belong to..." he captures your lips in a heated kiss, "mine," he mumbled into the kiss as your teeth clashed together, "all mine..."

yunho pulled his fingers out, humming in approval before lining his cock with your entrance, excitement gleaming in his eyes. capturing your lips again, he slowly began to push his tip in, groaning at your tightness. "god... baby, relax a bit," he pressed his sweaty forehead against yours, "otherwise you'll cut my dick in half..." you mumbled a soft apology as he held you in his arms lovingly, making small talk so you'll relax a bit.

"remember when you cuddled me and cried cause you were scared i'd be mad at you forever?" yunho whined and buried his head in between your neck and shoulder as you let out a small laugh, "that's not fair! we were still trainees back then, i was young and dumb!" you kissed the top of his head, "it's not dumb, yun. you were adorable!" he blushed at the humiliating memory, cursing himself internally for acting that way.

unbeknownst to you, he had already slipped half of his length into you. distracted by the nice conversation you were having mid-sex, you barely paid any mind to the tingling feeling in your lower region. he pulled himself out of your neck, kissing your sweaty forehead as he tested the waters by slowly thrusting in.

you let out a breathy moan, slowly being filled up by the man who used to cry as you comforted him during a rainstorm. you gently caressed the man's face, "oh yun... i love you so much, do you know that?" yunho bit his lip as tears began to build up in his eyes, "that's- that's all i ever wanted to hear from you..." you smiled and quickly pulled the male into a passionate kiss while he thrusted faster and deeper with each passing second.

moaning into the kiss as you took him, body malfunctioning from the mix of pleasure and pain. yunho groaned as he thrusted harder, hips snapping into you at a monstrous pace, making your body shake as whimpers came out of your mouth.

his tongue ravished inside your mouth, like a man who was starved his entire life. you held onto his shoulders for dear life while his tip brushed against your prostate with each harsh thrust, sending you over the edge.

you moaned in a high-pitch, voice cracking from yunho still thrusting despite your orgasm. "w-wait... i can't, ah!" your body jolted, oversensitive as he abused your hole, even smiling evilly while he did it. you theew your head back as tears rolled down your temples, your beautiful hair sprayed across the hotel bed, creating a beautiful pattern as the colours tangled against each other.

yunho cooed at you while the lewd sounds of skin-slapping echoed through the hotel room, and probably in your member's rooms too. "just a few more, 'kay?" he said in a ragged breath as he kissed your tears away, holding you gently despite the animalistic pace he was going at.

he pressed his forehead against yours as you felt him twitch, signalling that it would be over soon. he groaned and buried his head into the crook of your neck, softly nibbling at the spot he did when you were on stage. "i... i'm close-" he mumbled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

you bit your lip, thighs shaking as he gripped you steadily, thrusts slowly becoming messier with each passing minute. yunho mumbled soft praises before slipping his tongue into your mouth again. your tongues danced together as he came, deep into you, burying this memory inside you forever. you came a few seconds after him, body twitching at the hot cum still inside of you.

yunho slipped his cock out, face red as he breathed heavily, you doing the same. he grabbed a towel at the foot of the bed, cleaning you up quietly. afterwards, he switched off the lights and cuddled you, both falling asleep almost immediately with large smiles plastered on your faces, this was probably the best night you ever had.

you cracked your neck both sides as the members were all lounging in the lobby while hongjoong and seonghwa were checking out. wooyoung pulled down your shirt just a bit mor, revealing the purple flowers that decorated your neck. you swat his hand away immediately, "what do you think your doing?"

"hyung," wooyoung put a hand over his open mouth, "is that... a hickey?" san sprung up from his seat behind you two, "A WHAT!?" you tucked your head between your shoulders as the two almost strangled you, trying to tug down your shirt as you scolded them, mingi laughing and recording on his phone while jongho and yeosang only sharing a knowing look before glancing to yunho who was smiling to himself, feeling all giddy like a high school girl.

you sat next to yunho after getting out of that mess, pinching his arm as he cuddled himself into you. "i love you-" you hit his head as jongho smirked at you from across your couch, "later..." you mumbled to the now sulking boy.

you sighed, he was gonna be the death of you…

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Needy

Warnings: Male!Reader, NSFW, gay sex (deal with it or don't read it!), multiple sex positions (doggy, missionary, full nelson), multiple orgasms, more virgin killer sweater, nipple play, fingering, anal, slight degradation (Reader calls Shanks a slut like, once... because in my opinion, Shanks is a slut), needy Shanks, hickies and biting, overstimulation

Word Count: 1840

Part 1

     Walking into the room you shared with Shanks, the last thing you had expected was Shanks, laying on the bed, arm above his head, wearing the sluttiest sweater you had ever seen and giving you the most lustful bedroom eyes you’d ever seen. 

     “Hey there, hot stuff. I was wondering when you’d get here, was starting to wonder if you’d just leave me here waiting.” Shanks said as if he hadn’t just gotten on the bed seconds ago. Sighing, you shook your head and walked over to the bed, putting one knee on the mattress as you leaned in.

     “Well then, I hope I didn’t keep my captain waiting for too long. Especially not in this little number.” you said, hooking a finger under the revealing clothing and lightly pulling on it. Shanks shivered before shaking his head.

     “Not at all. I just… missed you is all.” Shanks said, licking his lips. You chuckled and shook your head, sliding one hand under the ‘sweater’. 

     “Well then I guess I should fix that.” you whispered, fingers grazing over a nipple as his breath hitched. He’d always loved it when you played with his nipples, the pink buds being highly sensitive. Already he could feel his cock hardening as you crawled over him, one hand tugging the collar of the sweater down to bite and nibble as his neck while your other hand pinched his nipple. 

     After a few minutes of toying with him, you slid your hands under the bottom of the sweater, pushing it up to reveal the lack of underwear as his cock sprang free. 

     “Nothing underneath? Eager, aren’t we?” you asked, pulling it up over his head.

     “How can I help it when I have the sexiest boyfriend in the world?” he asked, smirking slightly, only to let out a gasp when he felt you palm his length. You just shook your head as you rubbed his cock, leaning forward again to nibble on his neck again, working your way down until you were face to face with his chest. His chest rose and fell rapidly as you flicked your tongue over one of his nipples. A whine soon followed when you took it in your mouth, gently rolling it between your teeth. 

     “Please, don’t tease me, I’ve had to watch you all day, isn’t that enough teasing?” he asked with another whine.

     “Fine, fine, I won’t tease. After all, how can I resist you when you dress in something like this?” you pick up the sweater you’d pulled off of his, finding that it looked far smaller off of him than on him. Shanks chuckled, happy that his plan had worked as you tossed the fabric aside. Your own clothing soon followed the sweater, practically making Shanks drool at the sight before him. He wouldn’t deny how attracted he was to you, how much he wanted you. Before you could even reach into the side table to grab the lube, Shanks was flipping onto all fours, or well, all threes, tossing the bottle towards you and wiggling his ass.

     “Impatient little slut, aren’t you?” you asked, opening the bottle and pouring some into your hand.

     “Again, how can I help it when you’re the sexiest man alive?” he asked, letting out a small hum of pleasure when he felt your slick hand against his ass. A small groan left his lips as he felt you insert a single finger, sending a shiver down his spine. Years and countless nights together meant that you knew exactly where to press, exactly how to twist your fingers to have his arm going weak and moans tumbling from his lips. 

     It wasn’t long before you added another finger, Shanks’s moans increasing in volume as he thrust slightly back against your hand. He must have been more needy than he’d expected as his body trembled, feeling so sensitive under your touch as you stretched him out. It wasn’t hard for you to rip a loud moan from his lips seconds later as you pressed against his prostate, the pads of your fingers pushing hard against the spot. The sound sent your heart racing and all the blood in your body lower as your own length throbbed. Another finger and Shanks was already a quivering mess, lowering himself onto his elbow as his arm weakened considerably. 

     “C-come on, sexy, I’m stretched enough, just… just fuck me already.” Shanks pleaded, making you smirk. Pulling your fingers out, you poured some more lube on your cock, coating it before pressing the head against his entrance.

     “So needy. Not that I’m complaining, but I’ll admit, I’m a little worried that you’re going to want to go all night. You know the crew hates it when we go that long. They’re kept up all night.” you said huskily before slowly pushing in. Shanks didn’t even bother with a response, a shaky moan leaving his lips.

     “I-I don’t care! J-just, please, I need you.” Shanks whimpered, thrusting back against you again. Shaking your head, you smiled before giving a hard thrust, making Shanks throw his head back. You always felt so good inside him, always knew just how to rip moans, cries, and whimpers from his throat. Your breathing picked up as your thrusts sped up, never once losing any force as you pounded into him. 

     “Please, babe! More!” he moaned, meeting your thrusts as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Grabbing his hips, you pulled him back against you, thrusting hard and fast, you could already tell that the crew would be rather irritable tomorrow, annoyed with their captain’s seemingly insatiable libido as you fucked him. Reaching around, you grabbed his cock, stroking it as you fucked his as, ripping a surprised, pleasured gasp from his lips. Feeling your cock hit his prostate once more and all strength in his arm gave out as his face pressed into his pillow. His hand gripped the fluffy cushion, his moans muffled by it as you continued to thrust in and out. It didn’t take long for his eyes to roll back, clenching around you as he came, his cock twitching as white ribbons coated the blanket. Of course, you already knew it wouldn’t be the last as you came, pressing your hips flush against his. After a couple of seconds, he wiggled a little, forcing you to pull out as he rolled over onto his back. His chest rose and fell quickly, but his eyes were still filled with lust as he stared up at you.

     “More, again, I need you so much.” Shanks whimpered, shivering when you kneeled between his legs, pushing them up as you thrust into him once more. You had to admit, this was one of your favorites as you lowered your head, taking a nipple in your mouth and sucking on it. It allowed you better access to the rest of his body while also allowing you to see the pleasured, often fucked out, look on his face. As expected, his moans turned to cries as he threw his head back, loving the feeling of your mouth on his chest. Repeated moans of ‘more, please’ and your name left his throat as you alternated which nipple you were sucking on, once again wrapping your free hand around his cock. If he was going to be insatiable tonight, then you were going to do your best to make him cum as hard, fast, and as many times as possible. Shanks’s hand grasped at the blankets, panting in pleasure as he moaned. You always felt so good, always made him feel so full. Another, particularly hard and rough, thrust against his prostate had him coating his stomach in white ribbons of cum, yet you didn’t slow down in the least. If anything, you seemed to speed up, his cries growing even louder.

     He barely noticed as your mouth pulled away from his chest, too lost in the ecstasy to pay attention as you kissed and nipped your way up to his neck, starting to leave hickies and bites all over his neck and shoulders. The crew was going to know what you’d been up to anyway, meaning you had no reason not to mark up that pretty little neck of his. It didn’t take much longer for your white hot cum to fill him once more, the sensation bringing another orgasm crashing down on him. Pausing, you stared at him for a moment. The man wasn’t the most flexible in the world, nor was he the thinnest or lightest. But you wouldn’t deny that you really wanted to try this. Besides, he’d forgive you as long as you made him feel good, right? Flipping him over over more, you slipped your arms under his knees, barely managing to get your arms behind his neck as you picked him up, slamming him back down on your cock. Red hair met your shoulder as he threw his head back, a near scream leaving his lips as your cock pounded once more into his prostate. His eyes rolled back, feeling your length beat against his sweet spot over and over again as if your cock had a personal vendetta against it. If he hadn’t been a babbling mess before, he certainly would have been now as wave after wave of pleasure hit him. He could barely even manage ‘please’, ‘more’, or your name anymore, the words too broken to make sense as his moans hit an all time high. On nights like these, the crew would often gather on the other side of the ship in an attempt at peace and quiet, but you weren’t entirely sure that would do them any good at this point. Benn was going to be pissed as you slammed Shanks down on your cock as hard and fast as possible.

     You could only gasp for breath as you thrust into him, biting his neck and shoulder again. At this point you were going to end up going insane from the pleasure too. Already the two of you were both overstimulated, it wasn’t a stretch that you’d be as fucked out as him by the end of his. A few more thrusts and your eyes rolled back, cumming the hardest you had in a long time, your hold on Shanks tightening as you held him tightly against you. More ribbons of cum shot from his cock, further dirtying the blankets as Shanks stopped breathing for a moment, breath catching in his throat from the force. Gasping for breath, you gently set him down on the bed, staring at him for a moment. The way his chest rose and fell, the way your cum drizzled out of his ass, you wouldn’t deny that it had you hard again. Maybe just a few more rounds? He was particularly needy today. Sliding inside him again, you pulled out another gasp. Just one more… yeah, just one wouldn’t hurt. Reaching forward, you took his nipples between his fingers. You could stop after one more… right?

[prittykitty2]

KINKY QUESTIONS:

 Have you ever slept naked? 

What's your bra size, or dick length? 

Where was or would you want your first time to be and why?

Have you ever shown anyone your body parts and asked advice? 

Have you ever seen any of your relatives naked? 

 Do you prefer doing it in the dark or in the light? 

What's your greatest fantasy? 

 Would you suck on anyone's toes? 

 Where do you think would be the weirdest place to have sex? 

 Would you have sex there?

What and who turns you on? 

What celebrity would you have sex with?

Whose the sexiest male you know?

Whose the sexiest female you know?

How many people would you have sex with at once? 

Have you ever put on a strip show? 

Have you ever seen a strip show?

 Have you ever seen any of your friends naked? 

Have you ever had a fantasy about a teacher?

Have you ever gone skinny dipping? 

If you could be a spice what would it be? 

Have you ever worn your underwear two days in a row?

Have you ever compared your body parts to someone else's while you were both naked? 

Have you ever took a piss standing up or squatting in the woods? 

 What was the weirdest place you have ever done something with someone? 

Have you parents ever caught you doing anything? 

Have you ever caught them?

Would you ever have sex in the ocean? 

 Have you ever gotten sand up you? 

Have you ever run or walked around your house nude? 

What do you wear to bed? 

Have you ever done anything with someone in your parents bed?

Would you ever consider rubbing hot oil or cream all over your guy or girl? 

Have you ever used lubricant? 

Have you ever taken off your bra or underwear on a main road?

Would you ever do anything on a Ferris wheel?

Have you ever tasted cum or female juice?

How old were you when you got your first real kiss? 

Have you ever done anything with anyone in a pool, hot tub, or bath tub?

Have you ever tied up or hand cuffed anybody?

Were you a witness to someone having sex?

Would you ever have phone sex? 

Would you ever do anyone in a tree?

Would you ever have sex with your best friend? 

Would you have sex withsomeone you don't even know? 

Do you find physical pain like spanking an element of good sex? 

Do you find older women attractive? 

Do you find older men attractive? 

Would you rather have sex with or without a condom? 

Who was the person you kissed that was the best? 

What excuse would you give your parents if they caught you having sex? 

What color is your pubic hair? 

 Does your hair color match the color of your pubic hair? 

Have you ever opened your eyes while making out? 

How many people have you slept with? 

Have you ever had anal sex? 

Where on your body is your favourite place to be touched? 

When was the last time you had a dirty dream? 

If you could have sex anywhere in the world, where would it be? 

What’s the best sex you’ve ever had? 

What’s your favourite position? 

Name a sex position you’d like to try

What was your best orgasm ever?

Have you ever sent nudes of yourself?

Are you loud or quiet during sex?

Have you ever tried using food during foreplay?

Have you ever made a sex tape?

What’s the first thing that sexually attracts you to someone?

When it comes to BDSM, how far have you gone/would go?

Do you ever read erotic fiction?

What’s your favourite toy?

Have you joined the mile high club?

Would you say you’re kinky?

Do you enjoy shower sex?

Where’s the weirdest place you’ve ever masturbated?

Do you like to be spanked?

What was your most embarrassing sexual experience?

Have you ever fantasised about someone else during sex?

Have you ever cried or fallen asleep during sex?

Do you prefer eye contact or not during sex?

Do you like to kiss during sex?

Do you get tired after sex?

What’s a surefire way to turn you on?

Do you like dirty talk?

Have you had sex in a car?

Do you like sexting?

What’s the shortest and longest time it’s ever taken for you to have an orgasm?

Have you ever masturbated in front of your partner?

Have you ever been choked during sex?

Have you ever had a friend with benefits?

Have you ever worn lingerie?

Have you ever had sex outdoors?

Have you ever watched porn with someone?

Have you ever kissed multiple people in one night?

Have you ever had sex in a bathroom stall?

Have you ever tasted yourself?

Have you ever worn a butt plug?

Have you ever used a sex swing?

Have you ever had sex in a classroom or office?

Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

Have you ever been pinned down?

Have you ever had sex while drunk?

Have you ever had sex while high?

Have you ever orgasmed five times in one day?

Have you ever had morning sex?

Have you ever eaten food off of your lover’s naked body?

Have you ever used hot wax?

Have you ever worn crotchless underwear?

Have you ever had sex on the floor?

Have you ever had sex in front of a mirror?

What is your favorite porn category? 

Do you like to have sex outdoors? 

How long do you like foreplay to last? 

Do you prefer being the dominant one or the submissive one?

Do you prefer rough or gentle sex?

Do you make noises during sex?

[simpingandshitposting]

Look In The Mirror

Bakugo X f!Reader Smut

A/N: Chubby/Thick reader with a soft husband Bakugo

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship, HEAVEY praise kink, public sex, oral (f receiving), slight choking, mirror sex, fingering, male masturbation, body worship, bakugo low-key being pussy whipped, reader being insecure about her size

Word Count: 1.9k

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa @juslili

This was the 5th dress you'd tried on. You stared at yourself in the wall-to-wall mirror in the large dressing room, your husband sitting on a chair right behind you scrolling through his phone aimlessly. "Baby." You called, and he grunted in response. "Can you help me with the zipper?" He looked up and set his phone down on the little side table before standing from his chair. He took just two steps to get behind you, putting a warm hand on your hip while the other slid the zipper up your back. You looked yourself over in the mirror. "What do you think of this one?" His eyes scanned over your body. The way the smooth fabric hugged your curves, and your doughy thigh peeked thru the slit at the bottom. He sighed. "You look gorgeous, just like you did in the last 4 dresses you tried on." You grunted and grabbed onto the price tag that hung from your chest. "It's Expensive." You started, making eye contact with him in the mirror. "So?"

"So that's a lot of money!" You whined, turning so you were now facing him. "So what? You know damn well we both make enough money to afford whatever the hell we want." You didn't actually care about how much the dress costs, it was just an excuse to avoid telling him the real reason you hated every dress you've tried on today. "What's this really about huh? You just like bein a brat or somethin?" He teased, tilting his head and leaning down to be a bit closer to your height. You turned away from him, frustrated, continuing to study your own reflection. He turned his attention back to the mirror and watched you turn your body every which way. "I just... Don't like the way it looks on me." You admitted, sighing in defeat.

"What don't you like about it?" You paused before you finally confessed. "My stomach is showing too much." You sounded disappointed. His eyes darted to your belly, staring at the way it seemed to protrude on the fabric a bit. "That's what you're worried about?" He questioned. "Come here." He said, putting both his hands on your hips and pulling you flush against him. He rested his chin on your shoulder and looked you over in the mirror once again. Your eyes were glued to the floor but he quickly got your attention when he squeezed your stomach. Your face burned with embarrassment. "Katsuki! Don't do that..."

"Why not?" He kissed your shoulder. "You're my wife. Last time I checked, I can touch any part of you that I want to." His hands slid up to your breasts and cupped them in his large hands, kneading them like dough. "You're gorgeous, teddy bear." He kissed your neck. "Sexiest woman I know." He chuckled, kissing you again right below your ear lobe and you smiled. "That little belly of yours does nothing but add to your beauty, do you understand me?" You hesitated for a second before nodding your head. He sighed. "Mm, I don't think you do."

You felt the dress loosen as the zipper was slowly pulled open. He slipped it over your shoulders and watched as your breasts spilled free. No bra, of course. He peeled the fabric over your hips until it finally hit the floor at your feet. "Look in the mirror." He instructed, and your eyes darted to your own face. "Now take those pretty eyes and follow my hands." You fixed your gaze on his fingers when they trailed your thighs, hooking into the waist band of your panties when he gripped your hips. He squeezed your doughy love handles and then grabbed two handfuls of your belly. He rubbed his thumbs over your soft skin and then came to cup your breasts once again. He full palm squeezed them with your nipples poking through his fingers as they spilled out of any available open space.

He leaned down, feeling his warm breath on your ear and he whispered. "Your body is perfect, baby." One of his fingers tweaked your nipple and you let out a small noise, squeezing your thighs together. The way he was touching you was making your whole body burn and giving you goosebumps. He kissed your neck again, this time sucking a hickey onto the skin. You whimpered at the feeling and he chuckled, raising his hand to your neck. "Sounds like my pretty girl wants to get fucked in this public dressing room." His voice was dark and sultry as he began to lightly squeeze your neck. "Hm? Is that what you want teddy bear?" He teased, pressing his hips against your ass so you could feel that he wanted it too.

"Yes please~" You whined and his dick throbbed at the sound of your needy voice. "Fuck..." He whispered under his breath. He grabbed your face in his left hand and turned your head to kiss you, his other was still squeezing tight on your neck while his tongue pushed past your lips. He used his knee to part your legs as he snaked his hand between your thighs and inside the thin fabric of your panties. He ran his calloused fingers over your clit and slid them through your soaking folds. He then pushed not one, but two fingers inside your core all at once and you moaned into his mouth from the tight fit. He squeezed your neck tighter and he curled his fingers into you, biting on your bottom lip while your walls fluttered around him. He pulled his fingers from your core, breaking your kiss as he tasted you. You watched his tongue lick your juices off his fingers and you couldn't help but get flustered.

He took one step back and sat back down in his chair, grabbing your arm and pulling u with him until you were standing with his knees between your legs. He held his hands on the back of your thighs and pulled you closer, kissing your soft skin around your panty line. He hooked one finger in them and pulled them to the side, licking his lips at the sight. "So fuckin pretty." He mumbled before placing a gentle kiss on your clit.

He palmed himself through his jeans with one hand while the other kept your panties pulled to the side. He licked up your folds with a flat tongue and drew circles on your sensitive bud before closing his entire month around you. "Oh fuck~" You moaned under your breath. He stared up at you with those lust-filled vermilion eyes from between your legs and it made your knees weak. You heard the button on his jeans pop and the sound of his zipper come undone. Soon his hard length spilled free from the confines of the tight fabric, twitching and dripping precum. Nothing made your husband hornier than tasting your pretty pussy.

You ran your fingers thru his spikey blonde hair while his tongue pushed inside your tight entrance. He began stroking his length to the sound of your pretty moans while you buried his face deeper into your sopping wet heat. His tongue felt so good the way he sucked on your clit. He closed his eyes and groaned against you, salivating and stroking himself more. You grinded your hips against his mouth and threw your head back. He absolutely loved watching you like this. Cheeks red with your brows furrowed, all the little moans and whimpers that slip past your lips every time the tip of his tongue pokes at your gummy walls. Your pretty eyes staring back at his while he drips precum onto the floor. Fuck you were so damn perfect to him.

He kept working you up with his sloppy movements until he felt the pulse in your clit and you started to come undone. The hand you had softly gripping his hair was now pulling tight on his blonde locks, your thighs closed on his head a bit and your knees shook with pleasure. Once you let go, he pulled his tongue from you and turned you back towards the mirror. He grabbed your hips and sat you down on his lap, legs spread wide open his and dick standing up straight in front of your pussy.

"I want you to watch yourself in the mirror teddy bear, can you do that for me?" He asked, rubbing his tip at your entrance. You whined and nodded your head. "Good girl, keep your eyes forward." He pushed into your slowly and you moaned out his name. Your eyes were trained on your reflection just like he asked, right at the spot where the two of you were connected. He gripped tight on your love handles as he guided your hips down his length. You both watched the way your tits bounced with every thrust and the shock wave in your thighs every time you ass hit his hips. You squeezed your eyes shut in pleasure but your mistake was quickly corrected. "I said eyes open pretty girl. Don't look away."

You opened them and again fixed your gaze on the veins of his dick slamming into you again and again. You were a whimpering mess at this point and the heavy breaths from your husband behind you were quickly turning into uncontrollable moans. "Fuck- just look at you. So gorgeous the way you fuck yourself on my cock like that."

You were now the one doing most of the moving while he leaned his head back, grunting loud every time you landed down on him. "Just like that baby, keep going. Doing so good for me pretty girl. God you take my dick so well." He continued to babble praises as you felt him start to pulse inside you. He immediately gripped tight on your hips again and started fucking up into you faster, chasing his orgasm and abusing your g-spot. "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck~" you cried out, squeezing onto his arms as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. One of his arms wrapped around your torso and took a handful of your breasts, squeezing hard as you felt your climax hit. You whimpered out a pained cry of pleasure and your walls gripped him tight. He cursed under his breath as he began emptying himself inside of you, one stream after another of hot, sticky cum. He continued to fuck you through you high, pushing his cum deeper inside of you until you were trembling above him.

He finally slowed to a stop, breathing heavily before carefully lifting you off of his length and sitting you back down on his lap. He pulled your panties back over so the cum wouldn't drip out of you, silently telling you that you'd walk around the rest of the day like that. He leaned over and kissed your cheek. "Now go try the next dress on, and I don't wanna hear another word from you about your stomach showing too much, got it?" You nodded and stood, knees still feeling a bit weak. He tucked himself back in his jeans and just sat and watched as you grabbed the next dress, slipping it over your thick curves and asking for his help with the zipper.

~

He bought you all 5 dresses you'd tried on before, and the next 3 you tried on after because he did indeed think you looked absolutely gorgeous in every single one.

[lvst4lifee]

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[bookqueenrules]

I go back and forth on Beth being alive and TPTB just being shitty writers who needed a shock value death. The back half of season 5 was so hard to get through cause I just wanted answers. Then sometimes I think 5x08 was just a shitty last minute rewrite because we know so much else was filmed and there was a shit ton of symbolism throughout the first half that meant her living. I still can’t get over the car scene in 5x10 or the coda after she gets shot. That’s the worst part is not having answers. But you’re 100% right. If they want viewers back then they NEED to shake it up. Stop writing in circles.

Hi,

I think the truth is that we can't be 100% sure of anything. I would refer you to the AMAZING twdmusicboxmystery and her fellow theorist for all of the symbolism and weirdness pointing to Beth's return. I love analyzing the symbols too, but I also look at the practical.

So, the whole purpose of this spin-off is Daryl's happy ending, right? Judith says this to him as he is LEAVING Carol and Jude. So, how could just making it back home to them be his happy ending? It can't. Sorry to Carly fans, but they ended the flagship with Carol/Zeke rebuilding their relationship and yet another BEST FRIEND declaration from both Daryl and Carol. It won't be adding a romance with Carol as his happy ending. He could have had that any time in the last few seasons.

Will it be Isabelle? A French nun? How is that going to work in the TWD universe? Daryl WILL, at some point, have to go home. I have more thoughts on why it won't be Isabelle in the previous ask.

Connie? That has been firmly cemented as a friend only relationship. Daryl and Connie had a couple of years to pursue something and never did.

A new character? Not likely. The fans wouldn't accept it, and, practically speaking, the first two seasons of DD are filming in France, so the character would have some of the same issues as Isabelle does as Daryl's happy ending.

Beth was taken away from Daryl before their relationship could develop further, but even though we don't "see" it go full romance, Daryl is devastated and inconsolable for quite some time at her loss. He doesn't react the same to loosing anyone else. Did he burn himself over Merle or Rick? No. That should speak volumes to the audience. She has tons of ties to the remaining TWD characters. Practically, it is hard to make a case for it being anyone BUT Beth.

But, she's dead, right? On FTWD the have brought back not one but TWO core characters the audience thought were dead for MANY years this season. The original working title of the DD spin-off was Raise the Dead! The whole TWDU is about raising the dead!

Fun Fact: According to the University of Google, a person has 42% of surviving a gunshot wound to the head if they receive medical treatment. The last time we saw Beth she was at Grady. We didn't see her buried or what happened to her body. This is EASY writing to bring her back.

Here is something interesting Angela Kang, who is a TWD showrunner and an executive producer of DD, said about Leah. When questioned she said they had NEVER planned to show Leah/Daryl kissing, COVID or not, because they knew where the story was going. She said they wanted to save Daryl's first on screen kiss for something monumental. When he really kisses someone, a romantic lip to lip, we will know that's it.

So, the writers have been holding out not having, IMO, their sexiest male lead even KISS anyone for 12 years! Why? The only sane answer is that had a plan all along. The plan may have been delayed or altered slightly, but Beth has always been the plan. They have stuck to that. I believe she will show up, but I am concerned that their continuing to delay bringing her back and restarting her story will negatively impact the spin-off, and the story they end up telling.

I know that was a LONG answer but thank you for the ask!