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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: Overstimulation w/ Natasha Romanov
a/n: GAY SEX TIME YIPPIE!!! anyways, i've had this done since yesterday but i ended up sleeping all day then being super busy for the rest so i totally forgot about it LMAOOO.
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Sometimes Natasha feels like she has a lot to make up for, between being an Avenger and your girlfriend, sometimes it's hard for her to balance both. You know not to worry though, because you know that she'll always make up for it.
"I— I can't! Ah! Fuck. No more!" You cried out, your legs shaking around Nat's head.
Her tongue fucked in and out of you languidly, her strong arms were wrapped around your thick thighs, successfully holding you in place despite your constant squirming. Her chin was soaked with your essence, a dirty mixture of wetness and cum that resulted in a shining coat.
"I know you can give me one more, baby. C'mon." She encouraged with a lift of her head before she attached her mouth back to your clit, suckling on it.
"Okay, okay— gah!" Your back arched, nails scratching at her scalp. You held onto the strands of her red hair like an anchor, holding her close to you as you rode her face.
Your lips were pressed together though they did nothing to prevent the loud pornographic moans that were being pulled from deep within your soul. Your eyes were squeezed shut, because even if they were open, it wouldn't have mattered anyways as you came.
Your vision went white, your jaw dropping even though no sounds were able to leave you at the constricting of your lungs. You were breathless, back raised up to the air to the point where you were almost lifting off the bed. Your hips jostled and gyrated, chasing desperately at the stimulation your past orgams had left behind in their wake.
"There you go, sweetheart. I knew you could do it." Natasha praised, her hands that were locked around your thighs were now massaging at the sensitive flesh.
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Kinktober 2024 Day Sixteen
Mutual Masturbation
John "Soap" MacTavish/Alex Keller
“Nah, I’m not having that.” Soap stood up, from his bed, hurrying across the room to get between Alex and the door, blocking his path. “I’m not having it.”
“Have it or not; out of my way.” Alex jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “I’ve known Gaz longer.”
“And you see him what, twice a year?” Soap didn’t move. “I spend way more time with him.”
Alex scoffed. “Like that means anything. He upgraded his phone plan for me. Got unlimited international texts and calls.”
“Oh, fuck off. He got that for me, and Ghost and Price too, by that logic.” Soap took a step back and planted his feet as he leant on the door, bracing himself against it as Alex took a step towards him.
“Oh, okay. Weak sauce argument on my end.” Alex held up his hands in mock surrender, before dropping them, his face cracking into a smile as he thought of another one to replace it. “I fuck better than you.”
Soap pressed his back into the door, feeling his mouth run dry, his fingers twitching as he grasped at the metaphorical straws, trying to come up with a response to Alex’s claim. “And… when exactly did Gaz tell you that?”
It was Alex’s turn to stumble, disarmed as quickly as he’d disarmed Soap. He was silent for a moment, the smile falling from his face as he admitted that, “well, not Gaz… But everyone I have fucked, has said that I’m the best they’ve had.”
“The opinions of ‘everyone else’ aren’t relevant. If that hasn’t come from Gaz’s lips, then it means fuck all.”
“Sure, it does. It speaks of a good track record, with how many people have said that to me. You, though. Has anyone ever actually said, ‘you fuck good MacTavish?’”
“Plenty.” Soap lied. Actually, most of his partners said he got fucked well. “And that’s besides the point. Gaz likes to be the one doing the fucking, not the other way around.”
“Is that what he’s told you?” Alex crossed his arms, tilting his head up to use the advantage of his extra inches of height over Soap.
“He hasn’t told you?” Soap grinned, pushing himself up off the door, walking back towards Alex. “I’ve heard all his sordid details.”
“All men say they only want to top around other men.” Alex hissed back.
“Oh? Is that a confession? Prefer presenting, do you—”
Alex laughed off the accusation. “Nah. I last too long when I’m not in a hole.”
“Prove it.” Soap’s tone didn’t match Alex’s mirth, and its seriousness caught him off guard.
“What?”
“Prove it. Put your money, your dick, where your mouth is, Keller. Show me that you last longer.”
“Some literal dick measuring?” Alex drew close to Soap, his eyes almost sparkling. “Whoever wins gets to ask out Gaz?”
“Yep.” Soap spat into his hand and held it out.
“Deal.” Alex shook it, maintaining the touch a moment too long before they broke apart, each heading back to their respective beds.
Soap lingered a moment longer, going half a step behind, to make sure Alex didn’t bolt past him out of the door, only settling on his bed once Alex had on his. Alex stared back at him as they undid their belts and pulled out their dicks.
Soap was already fully hard, which he tried to conceal by cupping his fingers around the head of his dick.
Alex chuckled. “Bit of a fight is what does it for you, then?”
“Taunting do it for you?” Soap responded absently, too busy watching Alex’s cock as it seemed to grow in his hand. Fucking grow or show. Growers were cheats.
His cock was larger than Soap’s, and he’d been circumcised, evidently. Fucking boring. Alex had the most default looking penis ever. Longer than the ‘mathematical average’, pink tip, faint veins trailing up the sides, and either very little or no hair to speak of.
Soap was something to look at. He wasn’t short by any means, but his was focused more on being thick and heavy, bursting with veins, complete with bustle of hair at the base. He didn’t know if Gaz liked it hairy, but Soap had caught him staring at his happy trail once or twice or seven times enough to suspect that he, at the very least, didn’t mind it.
“Ready?” Alex wrapped his hand around his cock, bobbing it teasingly. “Pick a pace. Go until one of us comes. No cheating and slowing down.”
“You’re on.” Soap grinned and started stroking his cock, easily familiar in his own hand, as he leant back on his left. His eyes flicked between Alex’s cock, only to make sure his hand was still moving, and his face, to see if Alex would have enough of a lapse in attention that would give Soap the chance to slip away.
The room was quiet apart from their hands moving on their cocks, both biting back their moans in a stoic show of silence as they both watched each other.
Soap shifted as he saw Alex’s eyes flicker down, before suddenly clicking his tongue. “Get over here, cheat. Can’t see what you’re doing.”
“It’s not my problem that you’re blind.” Soap rolled his eyes but stood from his bed, dick swinging heavy as he walked to sit next to Alex. “That better?”
Alex seemed to hesitate, glancing down at Soap’s cock again. “Yeah. Better.”
They resumed stroking, keeping an eye on each other, before they both glanced up at the same time, made eye contact, and leaned in. Soap found himself turning to kiss Alex, bringing his left hand up to cup his face, digging his fingers into Alex’s beard, even as he pulled back from the kiss, still stroking his dick.
The kiss was a one-time thing, they both decided, both of their mutual fault, that they would take to the grave, then Alex kissed Soap again.
Soap lost himself in Alex’s mouth, his brain humming with so much pleasure that he didn’t even realise that he (for once) wasn’t the desperate one in the couple. Instead, he thought about shoving his groans into Alex’s mouth, and swallowing Alex’s back, hooking his free arm over Alex’s shoulder, using it to roll his body closer to Alex’s side, as his dick twitched in his hand, and Soap came.
Alex was the one to eventually break the kiss as he collapsed down into Soap’s chest, mumbling something about needing to breathe.
Soap held him up with his arm around his shoulders, wiping his right hand clean before running it through Alex’s hair. He blinked, gazing around the small room as he felt his own breathing slowly even out, before the very hard realisation hit him, that he had just jerked off to kissing a man that wasn’t Gaz. Whoops.
“When’d you come?” Alex asked, still curled up in Soap’s chest.
“Dunno.” Soap made no move to let him go.
“So, for all that, we’re back where we started.” Alex reached up, tracing the muscles in Soap’s arm that was resting in front of him.
“Nah. I think we’re somewhere now.” Soap wasn’t sure if he was ready to broach the topic of what the fuck had just happened between them, so he took it back to the guy that had got them there. “Like, maybe we could see which of us Gaz wants.”
“Huh.” Alex looped one of his arms around Soap’s hip, riding his t-shirt up above his belt so he could rub Soap’s skin. “That actually could be a good idea.”
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“You’re pouting.” Farah stated, leaning over Gaz where he was sat on the bench.
“I heard Alex and Soap arguing about me again.” Gaz grunted, flicking his cigarette butt to the ground.
“They’re still on that?” Farah sat next to him on the bench, taking out her pack, opening it before she held out her hand for his lighter.
Gaz passed it to her. “I wish they didn’t think that I’m some prize that has to be bloody won.”
“True, you’re not that exclusive. You do still want to fuck both of them, right?”
Gaz nodded. “It’s the twenty first century; why should a man have to chose one man to fuck when he can have two?!”
“Easy.” Farah chuckled and passed Gaz’s lighter back. “They might hear you.”
“Good! Then, they might actually get their shit together.”
“Or you could, and ask the pair of them out yourself.”
Gaz contemplated the thought for a moment. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a genius?”
“I could stand to be told more often.” Farah smiled.
“Well, we should.” Gaz stood. “Be back in a bit.”
“Going to finally put an end to the dick measuring?” Farah squinted as she looked up, seeing Gaz framed by the sun coming to set in the sky behind him.
“Look, I’m not a miracle worker.” Gaz tutted, then grinned. “I might be able to make it more… constructive, though.”
“Good luck with that.” Farah waved him off. “Promise you tell me everything!”
“Will do!” Gaz called back as he hurried away.
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GIANNA'S KINKTOBER '24 SEASON
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Kinktober day sixteen.
Breeding Kink (3.2k words)
summary: Since the moment he met you, Lando knew he wanted you to be the mother of his children, and that feeling only intensified when he saw taking care of your nephew.
warnings: NSFW, +18, smut, MDNI, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talking, breeding kink.
To anyone else, and as people would expect, seeing your significant other with a child should warm your heart; it should give you a soft spot for the person you’ve vowed to spend the rest of your life with.
Lando did feel like that when he saw you interact with any kid, like when you were walking in the paddock and a kid came up to him and you always made conversation so they wouldn’t feel so shy, or when a driver brought their kid to the race and you immediately leaned down to talk to them, sometimes even holding their tiny hands as they swore they had the coolest thing to show you.
That was the first few times, at least. But he will never forget how everything inside him shifted when you first met his niece. She instantly fell in love with you, and she needed to drag you everywhere. Who could blame her, really; that’s just the effect you have on people.
But god, the effect you had on him? That was another level, because the way he felt that weekend when you picked up a motherly role when you were with her made him feel something he had never felt before, something he never imagined, and quite honestly, he couldn’t explain it. That was until you were saying goodbye and the little girl nearly cried when her mother took her from your arms, and his hands instinctively landed on your tummy when he walked you back to the car.
The thought of you carrying his child and taking care of them the same way you did with his niece — now that is a fire he could never put out, not until it became a reality. He wanted- no, he needed to make you a mother; he desperately needed to put a baby in you in a way that was almost primal.
You and Lando have been together for years, and it was common knowledge that he wanted kids. Sure, you have talked about having a family one day after getting married, one day, but sometimes he just wishes you could skip all of that and make a baby once and for all.
For months, he kept those thoughts to himself, not wanting to ruin what you had just because he couldn’t contain his desire buried for a little longer; that was until you babysat your 5-year-old nephew, Charlie.
He came back home sometime in the afternoon, eyes tired and body aching for the intensity of the past weeks. He wanted nothing more than to be with his girlfriend and forget about the world, but as soon as he stepped into your apartment, he heard the TV and loud chuckles coming from the living room.
His brows frowned in confusion as he dropped his bags next to the door and followed the noise, his heart nearly stopping when he spotted you playing with the little kid.
“Hey, what’s going on here?” He said with a huge smile.
“Oh hi, you’re home,” you sprinted towards him, hugging him tightly when he caught you in his arms. “I’ve missed you.”
“Missed you too, sweetheart,” he kissed your temple. “And how is this little guy doing?" Lando walked towards Charlie, kneeling next to him to be at the same level.
“Good, we are playing with the puppies,” he exclaimed, his tiny finger pointed at the TV.
“Yeah? Are they fun?” He just nodded and ran closer to the glowing screen, completely forgetting about Lando’s existence and jumping again as his tired eyes followed the dogs.
“Don’t worry, my sister will pick him up in a couple of hours.”
“It’s fine. He seems happy.”
“And very tired. I think it's time for a nap, what do you say?” You walked towards him, trying to pick him up, but he refused.
“No! I wanna play racing again.”
“We can play some other time, I promise.”
He looked up at you, the corners of his mouth turning down as his eyes quickly filled with tears. He shook his head and ran back to Lando, who was still on his knees, as he caged himself in his arms.
“I wanna play racing,” he repeated, this time to your boyfriend, sniffling and wiping his tears.
“Yeah? We can play for a little while.”
“Lando-” The way he just betrayed you, you would never forgive him.
“He’ll want to go to sleep soon, don’t worry.” You saw them walk to Lando’s streaming room, Charlie skipping as he held his hand.
You rolled your eyes and followed them, crossing your arms as you rested against the door frame. Lando tried to pick him up, intending to sit him in the sim, but he nearly lost his mind, as if Lando had no idea how playing racing worked.
“No! Auntie.” Lando freaked out and out and put him back down, looking at you as he begged for your help with a single look.
“I’m right here, sweetie.”
You stepped closer to them, sitting on the chair as you picked him up and put him on your lap. He was happy again, his little feet kicking in the air as he gripped the steering wheel.
“We’ll do one more, okay?”
“Yes!” He happily exclaimed.
Lando watched the both of you in awe as you started the game, showing Charlie all the cool cars he could choose from.
“I want the blue car again!” He said, pointing at the Red Bull. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lando joked. You giggled at this, but chose the Red Bull for the race.
It was a free practice session, so you weren’t actually racing other cars, but you still got to drive it super fast, which is exactly what he liked.
As the session started, you placed your hands just below his. You were doing all the work, but the illusion was still there.
It was a little harder to drive like this, but you still managed to put up a few good laps without messing up too much, but even when you did, he was enjoying it, giggling and pointing at the screens as he turned to Lando to ask him an excited “did you see that?” Any time something happened, and every time, Lando would just nod and match his enthusiasm.
The session ended, and just like you did earlier today, you congratulated your nephew for his amazing driving. He took the compliments proudly as if he just won a championship, but his head soon fell on your chest, yawning as he snuggled closer.
“Okay, time for a nap.”
He didn’t resist this time. Instead, he nodded as his eyes closed. Lando helped you get up as you held Charlie close to you, walking towards the guest room; that was the room he preferred, saying your room was too scary and probably haunted.
You carefully laid him down, taking his shoes off and covering his body with a blanket. How was he already in a deep sleep? You had no idea, but you envy him.
While he was asleep, you took the time to clean up the mess he made earlier, picking up all the toys he brought and putting Lando’s helmets back where they belonged. You loved your nephew, you really did, but man, it was really challenging to take care of a child. Not only were they messy and unpredictable, but they had so much energy you could barely keep up. You often wondered how your sister did it.
Once you finished up, you dramatically collapsed on the couch. “I need to sleep for like a week,” you joked, your boyfriend laughing at your antics.
He made his way to the couch, sitting next to you as he pulled you in a warm embrace, hands caressing your sides as he placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. “Me too, and I was only here for like half an hour.”
“Imagine! I’ve been with him since this morning. I’m never babysitting again.”
“No? But you love Charlie.” He looked at you expectantly, trying to decipher if you were being serious.
“I do, but it’s too much sometimes. I honestly don’t know what we’ll do when we have our kids.”
Our kids. Two simple words that opened up a can that you would never be able to close. He stayed silent, mentally cursing the tent forming in his pants for betraying him in such an innocent moment.
You didn’t think anything of it, nor did you realise what those two words did to him, so you just reached for the remote control and browsed the channels. You ended up picking a cooking show, paying attention as if you would ever cook anything like that.
The entire time, Lando was paying attention to you — all of you. He admired your face, your hands, your hips… your tummy. He couldn’t stop himself from placing both his hands on your stomach, imagining what you would look like carrying a child. His child. He was well aware he was getting ahead of himself, but after witnessing today’s events? God, he needed to do something about it.
Another hour went by, and you were already catching up to your boyfriend’s intentions. To you, everything seemed normal at first, but the lower his hands got and the way his thumb was rubbing soft circles on your stomach, it clicked. You knew how Lando felt about having a family with you, but it never crossed your mind that seeing you with kids affected him so much. Though it all made more sense now, any time you were near a kid, even if you didn’t interact with them at all, his hands would be all over you, and when he got you alone? That’s another story, but you never connected the dots until now.
Suddenly, a phone call made both of you jump. It was your sister calling you to let you know she was in the building, ready to pick Charlie up. You gathered all his things as Lando greeted your sister, walking her in and guiding her to the guest room.
“Aw, he looks so peaceful.”
“Well, you should’ve seen him two hours ago,” you joked.
“I know,” she laughed with you. “Thank you for taking care of him on such short notice, you saved my life today.”
“It’s okay, I love spending time with Charlie, and I’m happy to do it any other time.”
“Thanks, Y/N. He honestly loves you, you have no idea how happy he got when I told him we were coming here.” Your sister was about to carry Charlie in his arms, but Lando offered to bring him down to the car.
Okay, now you got it. You had to admit that seeing Lando carry a little kid did things to you, and since your realisation a few minutes ago, you couldn’t stop thinking about a family; how did you suddenly get your own case of baby fever? Sure, you were still young, and that probably wouldn’t happen for at least a few years, but fantasising couldn’t hurt anyone.
You walked back to the apartment holding Lando’s hand, his grip so tight you thought he could break your hand if he squeezed a little harder. As soon as the door closed behind you, he grabbed you by the hips and turned you around, his lips crashing into yours in an intense kiss.
Kissing him back, your arms wrapped around his neck as one hand played with his hair.
“You looked so pretty today, taking such good care of the baby,” he mumbled against your lips, biting it sofly. You couldn’t contain the moan that left your mouth, only encouraging him further.
He carried you to your bedroom, immediately throwing you in the bed and hovering over you. He pressed himself further into you, making you very aware of his hardening cock as he nudged his bulge into your lower stomach. You moaned again, your legs going around his torso to pull him down.
“I wanna put a baby in you. God, you would look so perfect.” He didn’t know what to do with you. He wanted to kiss you, bite you; he wanted to touch you everywhere, his own mind making him feel overwhelmed.
After quickly taking off your shirt, he started kissing you everywhere, a trail of wet kisses making their way down your body. His touch was electric, making you nearly squirm beneath him as your fingers kept a tight grip on his hair, and his words only made the feeling intensify.
“Lando,” you moaned, he hummed in response, “do it,” you simply said. God, the way everything inside him shifted is something he wanted to remember for the rest of his life. He looked up at you, eyes filled with a hunger and desperation you had never seen before.
“Yeah? You want me to put a baby here?” He asked you, his big hand falling on your lower stomach as he kissed it.
“Mhm, yes.” Your heartbeat was as strong as ever, and you were already having a hard time focusing. You needed him to do something and you needed it now.
“Fuck,” he breathed as his hips involuntarily thrusted into the mattress. His lips kept exploring the lower part of your body as his hands worked on getting rid of your joggers, hands falling on your thighs immediately after to move them to rest on his shoulders.
“Please, I need you so bad,” you begged, and he assumed you were asking him to pay attention to your poor pussy, which you were, but his mouth is not what you needed right now, so you stopped him after one firm lick. “Inside me.”
“As you wish, my love.”
He got off the bed to quickly discard his clothes as you did the same with your bra, falling back on the bed as you eagerly waited for him. You felt like his gaze was piercing you as he lowered his body, pressing himself against you.
You moaned in anticipation, your arms wrapped around his neck as you felt your pussy starting to drip with desire. He moved his fingers along your sides and all the way down to your hole, collecting your wetness and spreading everywhere, finally getting to your clit as he rubbed soft circles for a moment.
He moved his mouth to your chest, taking one of your nipples into your mouth as he whimpered, and his mind instantly went to how sensitive and full they would be once you were pregnant, and he couldn’t wait any longer. “You look so fucking sexy tonight, sweetheart... I wanna fuck you so bad.” He was practically drooling as his fingers left your pussy and grabbed his cock, pumping it a couple of times before guiding it to your entrance.
You couldn’t help your gaze dropping to his member, already swollen at the tip and bubbling with precum. It seemed impossible, but you were sure you had never needed him this bad.
He pushed into you, making both of you moan loudly as his eyes met yours for a moment before pressing a kiss on your lips, whispering a little “I love you.”
He didn’t give you that long to adjust. His hands went under your ass, moving you up and down his cock. As if your sex life wasn’t already rough, the intention he had in mind just made him go crazier, because the way he was thrusting into you was bound to leave you sore for days.
The room was filled with whimpers and slick noises the whole time, moans of each other’s names joining from time to time. “Gonna fill you up so good,” he breathed, his hands squeezing your ass, “fuck, can’t wait to see your tummy grow.” All you could do was moan, the words leaving his mouth putting you under a spell that you could never escape. “Do you want that, love?”
“Uh- huh,” you managed to spit out, fingers drigging into his strong biceps.
“Wanna hear you say it.”
“Fuck- ah. I want you to put a baby in me.” You replied, eyes focusing on what your words did to him.
His hips began to speed up, thrashing your head against the pillows as he repeatedly hit that sweet spot deep inside you. He was so deep you could practically feel him in the pit of your stomach.
“Harder,” you whimpered, and he immediately started to drill into you, the air nearly getting knocked out of your lungs as his grip tightened.
“You feel so good around me, so so good for me,” he pants, looking down to where you were connected. “Fuck.”
“Ah- Lando.” It felt so good. So good that you are too far out of reality to form any thoughts; you could only think about him and how good he looked above you, with his mouth hung open in pure pleasure as he panted.
One of his hands made its way to your tummy, pressing down where he could feel himself. It was so simple yet so effective; he could feel his cock moving deep inside you. He gragged it further, his fingers catching your clit.
“Fuck,” you let out a broken moan, “just like that.”
He smirked at this; it was like you were begging him to get you pregnant as you began to tighten around him. He knew you were close; he could not only feel it but see it, the way your eyes were squeezed shut as your legs started to quiver.
“You wanna cum? You wanna cum while I fill you up?”
“Fuck,” you screamed as your head frantically nodded.
“Cum with me, I’m gonna put a baby in there.”
With that, your orgasm began to take over, squeezing around him tighter, triggering his own release. He slowed his movements down and both his hands took a hold of your waist, keeping you in place so you wouldn’t waste a single drop.
Both your moans were even louder as he did his best to continue pushing into you through his orgasm, wanting to pump as much of his seed into you as he possibly could. When he physically couldn’t keep going, he stopped, keeping his cock deep inside you as he tried to catch his breath.
He looked down at you, a smile adorning his face as he looked down at the mess he made. Slowly, he pulled out, his fingers quickly replacing his cock as he pushed his cum back into you, making you squirm and whimper at how sensitive you were.
“Gonna have to squeeze for me, love, you gotta keep it inside.” The sight almost made him want to fuck you again; he couldn’t believe how pretty you looked filled up to the brim with his cum.
His eyes locked with yours, fingers going inside his mouth as he licked them clean. He had lost his mind; you were sure of that, but fuck, you couldn’t deny how hot that was.
With a satisfied smirk, he fell next to you, pulling you into his arms as he kissed you once more. “I love you so much,” he whispered.
“I love you too.”
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ೀ⋆OCT 1ST PRINCESS DIARIES ━━ satoru gojo + breeding !
୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. satoru gojo + breeding. thirty days until you become queen, thirty days to get married and thirty days to stop sneaking around with the man trying to steal your crown… (5.2K)
୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, royalty!au, enemies to lovers (?), forbidden romance, infidelity and cheating, spit kink, breeding kink, daddy kink, pregnancy kink, breast play, agoraphilia, baby trapping, oral sex (f!recieving), unprotected sex, princess + fem!reader, lord!satoru gojo.
୨୧ — director’s note. woo happy spooky season my loves. welcome back to another tteokdoroki kinktober! im excited for you to see whats in store this year, hope you enjoy this fic to start off mwah! - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧
you have thirty days to get married.
being from a small town, somewhere that’s not even on the map — you never expected your family name to carry much meaning aside from the one you carved out for yourself. let alone expect your name to come from royalty.
if you thought discovering how to be a teenager at sixteen was hard, then try discovering how to be a princess at sixteen on for size. everything you’ve ever done since finding out you were royalty has been for your family. you’ve kept your head down, out of the spotlight aside for the occasional appearance and charitable events. you’ve studied hard, double-majoring in international relations alongside political science and diplomacy.
you’ve prepared yourself thoroughly enough to feel ready to take the mantle of queen — especially with your grandmother planning to step down. all of your accomplishments have been leading up to this very moment — it’s so close that you can practically feel the weight of the crown on your head.
except there’s one itty, bitty, little problem.
you still have to get married in thirty days. otherwise, your family title will be poached from right beneath your nose.
satoru gojo (aka public enemy number one) is the nephew of a member of parliament who just so conveniently knows genovian law better than your grandmother does. since satoru came of age before you did, and he’s lived in genovia for longer than you have, and has some random distant relative in connection to the first king — the men of parliament have decided that he too is in line for the throne.
especially if you, the princess, do not marry before your coronation.
how ridiculous is that?
and not only is this satoru gojo an evil, conniving, crown-stealing bastard. but he’s charming, a silver tongue wrapped around each and every one of his words. charming, like a prince (blegh) he’s also stupidly attractive. with deep sapphire blue eyes that are gorgeous enough to make the crown jewellers weak in the knees and a smile so sweet it feels like a sugar rush whenever he looks at you. there’s something so unique about the frostiness to his soft white hair, matching his unfairly long lashes — the ones you know girls back home would kill for.
it angers you to know that you’d been dancing with your rival at your welcome ball, pains you to know that you’ll never forget his slender fingers splayed out against the small of your back to guide your every movement. if you had been back in college (and had a few litres of hard liquor in your system), perhaps gojo would have been the type of guy you’d have snuck into the dorms for a night of fun and an NDA in the morning — your secret signed away from the paparazzi’s keen eyes.
alas, these are very different circumstances and there’s a lot riding on you being sensible about the situation. yet, satoru proves himself to be a problem every chance that he gets — cornering you in closets with his breath hot against your ear, trapping you against the walls while the ghost of his touch feels like heaven against your skin… on the staircase too, insistent on reminding you of the passionate dance you once shared.
all while you’re set to marry the duke of another country so you can keep your fucking crown (pardon the language, your highness).
suguru geto would be the perfect king consort if you managed not to mess this up. he is warm, where satoru is a flip between disastrously hot and frustratingly cold. he balances you out, a mellowness to your clumsiness whilst understanding your need for a rushed proposal and wedding. raised a gentleman, suguru is mindful of you in every action he takes. he doesn’t stare too long but smiles when you think he’s not looking and he’s a wonder with your grandmother — the parents, too. his family gem (a serpentine, making you feel much like a snake) sits heavy on your ring finger, dazzling under camera flashes at your engagement dinner…. and he recognises duty and honour above anything else too.
if satoru is your enemy, then guilt is your friend. no matter what either of the men in your life do, you find yourself comparing their every move. when you’re with suguru your mind is away chasing the fairies, imagining the touch of another man who sets your heart alight in a cool blaze — like gasoline trickling through your veins waiting for its candle match. when you’re with satoru, all you can think about is how wrong this is. how geto doesn’t deserve this. but you’re an addict without a cure, and your drug is satoru gojo and you don’t see yourself ever quitting him.
you're in desperate need of a wake up call and a nicotine patch, the cocky yet lecherous air about him almost acting like a smog in your healthy and capable lungs. sometimes through the fog, you wonder if satoru knows how much he weighs heavy on your mind— though if he did, you’d never hear the end of it.
the current queen tells you not to worry about the white haired man that’s slowly freezing over the four chambers of your heart. you tell yourself that suguru geto is the only man that you need, one that could help you rule and create a beautiful and better kingdom for many years to come. geto tells you that he loves you, that he can’t wait to marry you in two or three weeks time and you respond with equal (yet, faux) excitement.
perhaps that’s why you find yourself sneaking away from this respectful, loving man to be with the one trying to ruin your life?
why are you following satoru gojo deep into the royal gardens, where the rose bushes are the only witness to your sick and twisted sins?
your back hits the jagged pattern of tree bark before your brain can catch up — causing a little wet whimper to bubble up on your pinky-peach tainted lips. the flutter of pain just beneath your skin only lasts for a second before it’s replaced by the sensation of satoru’s fingers traversing up the dips and curves of your body. he soothes you where it hurts the most, rough fingertips leaving bruising marks made with affection along your thighs and small of your back while he swallows your sweet gasps — licking into the wet cavern of your mouth to taste you.
“you’re not even…” his words spill into you, adding fuel to the spark of lust beginning to form a pit in your stomach. “you’re not even attracted to him,” he spews, surging forward like a storm knocking on your door to press his greedy spit slicked lips to yours. his tongue, syrupy and wet, intertwined with your own, filling you up and giving you something to suck on.
before you can even think of kissing your rival back, he retreats and takes his swollen lips with him — latching onto your neck and weaponizing his teeth against it. you gasp, your angel’s song tipping out into the rose garden while your fingers tangle in silver-moon locks and let him work against you, claiming you just below the neckline of your dress where no one will be able to see.
except for maybe your fiancé and only god knows how you’ll be able to explain the marks to him tonight. ‘oh you know me, suguru. i’m way too clumsy for my own good.’ you’ll say, all while thinking about how the man after your crown blew your back out at your engagement party.
you know why satoru’s acting such a fool — taking risks that he wouldn’t normally. the dress you’re wearing, the colour of his eyes, drives him fucking insane. you can’t say that you didn’t ask for this, like it wasn’t on purpose.
“can’t fucking stand you,” gojo groans against your skin, nose pressed to your collarbone as he inhales the candied notes of your perfume. “been giving me those angel eyes all day. knowing that i can’t take my fucking eyes off of you when you wear that colour, princess.”
he’s insufferable, but here you find yourself at the mercy of his touch — offering up your body to satoru gojo like a sacrificial lamb as your back arches away from the tree and presses your chest into his eager strawberry tongue. it leaves a slimy track over your neck and dips between the cleavage of your dress while gojo makes his descent down to hell — tasting the shimmering crystals of salt on your skin.
satoru gojo belongs on his knees.
kneeling before you with the royal blue tule of your dress between his shaking hands. you can tell he’s trying not to rip it off of you. born to worship you. mirth weighs down his lashes and desire dances between the navy blue flecks in his sapphire eyes — he needs you so bad it might kill him. from this position he can practically smell how turned on you are, he’d recognise the mouth-watering aroma of your drooling cunt anywhere, slick gathering in the crotch of your barely there panties.
there’s a depraved, royal treasure hidden between the string of fabric that runs between your juicy pussy lips — swollen and waiting to be devoured by your enemy. not that you’d ever admit that to him. “i think you should be referring to me as your queen.” you manage between ragged breaths, satoru eyeing the way your chest heaves from beneath the bust of your dress.
instead of responding, his head unceremoniously dips beneath your skirts and he drags a thigh over the width of his broad shoulders. “watch your mouth,” the lord purrs salaciously as he licks up your inner thigh, the vibrations shooting straight to your swollen clit. “let’s remind you of who’s really in charge.” the both of you feel it, the aching throb of your pussy against gojo’s lips as he wedges his face right between your thighs. you can’t help but grind against him in wanton, desperate to be filled up with fingers, tongue whatever your sworn enemy has to offer up to the crown.
but your warmth and wetness does nothing to coax satoru into tongue fucking his way past your clenching, creaming entrance. rather, he draws his head back just a touch and rubs at your cunt like he loves you, dips his fingers just into your quivering hole and then — smack !
juices run down satoru’s arms as if he’s taken a bite into the fruit that tempted eve while he laughs in awe of just how fucking sloppy you are between your thighs. the spank to your puffy folds makes you jolt in surprise, causing you to scratch your back against the jagged tree bark.
“gojo!” you squeak in warning as your thighs close around his veiny hand.
he sticks his tongue into his cheek, smirking in amusement before prying your shaky legs apart. “that’s not quite right, try again for me, princess...” gojo repeats the process, running between your slick folds and spanking you against them when you fail to respond. “you know my name, baby. c’mon it’s easy, i’ll even say it with you. d…d…”
you refuse to stoop so low, to let demeaning words escape from underneath your tongue but not having satoru’s mouth on you is like torture — just his breath against your cunt is akin to dangling a carrot in front of a starving horse. you know what that pleasure is like, you crave it and you’re not above begging no matter how royal you may be.
“f-fuck, daddy!” you whinge defiantly, screwing your eyes shut and letting your head fall back against the tree. satoru wastes no more time then, slotting his hot mouth against the entire length of your silken slit. the first thing he does is moan, the vibrations shooting twinges of ecstasy from your clit through the rest of your body and even reaching your head — making the world around you spin.
the tip of his tongue teases its way past your entrance, squirming around to brush up against pleasure spots your little fingers can’t even reach. “that’s right princess, knew you could do it. you’re not just some stuck up little girl.” the white haired lord praises, drawing back from your quivering hole — connected to you by a string of your glistening slick.
“shut up, just… put your mouth to good use.” you grunt, your hips canterint down onto gojo’s face to keep him quiet. your fingers take root in his silvery moon locks, dragging the man and his pink tongue onto your sex once more. gojo takes the hint, making your cute little clit his next victim as he rolls it between perfect rows of pearly whites and sends your eyes into the dark depths of your skull.
the sinful and salacious sensation provides a welcomed distraction from your responsibilities as the crown princess. if your grandmother could see you now, you know that all she’d feel is disappointment— especially if she knew her granddaughter was fucking the biggest threat to the crown. and suguru, your poor fiancé — he was probably stuck mingling with guests he didn’t even know, looking for your eyes in the crowd like he always did.
shame should be burning through your veins, not the white hot trickle of desire that you’re filled with as satoru slurps your juices from between your fat pussy lips. the needy groans he lets out against you inch down your spine, drown you in stormy waves of lust and you find yourself addicted to the bob of gojo’s head from underneath your tule skirts. you’re just so wet, pouring the royal family’s riches, liquid gold straight into the man’s greedy mouth as he drinks you in.
your nectar glazes his cheeks and chin in a devilish shine, brighter than the crown set to sit atop your head — his mouth barely parts from your ravaged and swollen romping as if he’s married to eating you out, tongue licking you up and down before your juices even have a chance to drip to the ground. you can only imagine what would happen if the press found out, your life would be over and so would satoru’s. but you don’t care, because every second that gojo spends between your thighs dragging you to orgasm is worth it. every single time.
he grips at your ass, pulling you back onto his tongue as it flickers in and out of you. the whole ordeal is disgusting and delightful and you never want it to end. pleasure mounts high within you, evident in the shakiness of your gripes and grouses, lust laden in its tune.
“s-satoru…satoru. i’m gonna… g’na fuckin’ cum!” a high pitch squeal tears in your throat like music to gojo’s ears — now working relentlessly to get you off just like you need. he doesn’t care if he’s suffocating, at least he’ll die a happy man between the thighs of a princess.
he chuckles against your sex. “such a dirty mouth for such a proper lady.” the lord says as if he’s a scolding you.
but you can barely hear him, for static rings in your ears as your body loses the war to your orgasm. your release bubbles up on his tongue like the fresh pop of champagne, while your brain fizzles and clears itself of all logical thought. guilt is replaced by bouts of lust, making you realise that this cycle of avoiding and fucking gojo will never end. you’re too addicted to him and he’s too obsessed with you, as long as things remain that way — sex with him will always be on the agenda.
you can’t promise yourself, your grandmother or suguru that this will be the last time.
dopamine dances across gojo’s brain as he drinks in the tangy-honey flavour of your release, letting it splatter against his puffy lips as they encircle your clit to prolong your orgasm. you gush as if you’re a rushing erotic river, spilling into satoru’s earnest mouth while he licks you clean with wanton.
“look at that… oh look at you. cumming for me already.”
“f-fuck you.”
“fuck me?” he smirks, making your gut lurch with wanton. “fuck you. i’m the one that’s working on it, princess.” satoru slowly rises to his feet, licking a nasty spit-slicked trail from your hole to the cleavage peeking out from underneath your dress. he doesn’t even stand to his full height, his large frame towering over you as he yanks down the front of your dress to lick and suck and play with your breasts until you can’t tell what’s up or down anymore.
his perfect teeth graze a pert nipple which makes you gasp and cry, loosely looping your arms around satoru’s neck while his ravaging mouth works your sensitive breasts, even going as far to swipe his tongue over the spot where each one meets your ribcage. he doesn’t leave any marks, you’re not his to keep. large and rough hands replace the warmth of his mouth on you to toy with your mounds of flesh — pinching and pulling as satoru kisses you senseless. you groan at the taste of your slick on his tongue and salt of your skin as well, tugging him closer so that there’s no space between your heated bodies.
“don’t cry,” satoru comments softly against your swollen, cherry-bitten lips — cupping your face between his fingers. blinking slowly, you allow your frenzied brain the chance to catch up to reality and you don’t realise the tears that wet your cheeks until he points them out. why are you even crying? “you’re too pretty for that.” his compliments do nothing to clear the lustful, confused fog settling over your mind like a dark cloud so you follow your body’s instincts and reach for the metal clasp on his belt.
nimble fingers make their way down the front of gojo’s dress pants and he hisses at the quick pumps of his perfectly hard cock before you’re dragging up your skirts and guiding him towards your entrance. “baby, wait—“
you push his pants down enough to let his erection spring free, pulsing with need and standing at full mast against the cotton blouse covering his tummy. “i need you.” you sniff, dropping your panties to your ankles. “please.”
the thing about sex with satoru is that it never feels like just sex. he tenderly hikes the meat of your thigh over his slender hips, lets his dribbly, sticky cockhead twitch forward and ease past the salaciously slick barriers of your empty hole, and presses your bodies so close together that you think you might forget how to breathe. satoru makes love to you each and every time — and it’s terrible.
like eating too much sugar or indulging in a bad smoking habit. you’re not supposed to be in love with him and the way he fucks up into you, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis even with all of the fabric in the way. “don’t cry for him, f-fuck,” the both of you look down, your pupils dilating at the sight of your pussy swallowing his lengthy shaft whole — catching on the ridges of each blue vein spiralling around him. “cry for me, princess. i’m the one that’s ruining you.”
with his forehead pressed to yours, silver hair matted down by the line of perspiration against it — satoru braces a hand against the tree above your head and sets stream to his passionate thrusts, fluid like water under a bridge. it’s not fair, how wrong this is and how good it feels to have gojo lick over the parts of you he would bite down on if you were his. your pulse point, your neck, the spot just under your ear that’s way too sensitive for your own good. it should be suguru fucking you like this, your fiancé.
yet, there’s no room for self-loathing and despair between the rough tree and satoru gojo above you. nothing aside for the thick curtain of lust that protects you from prying eyes in the rose garden, floral scents twisting with the raw, aphrodisiac-like smell of sex and sweat while he pounds away at your swollen pussy, grinding his cock wetly against the sweet spots dotted along your ribbed walls.
“i should put a baby in you,” he says suddenly, just barely audible over the wet pap, pap, pap of your sexes working together. embarrassment burns bright under the surface of your cheeks because you’re that wet and it’s that loud, the remainders of your previous orgasm making it easier for satoru’s cock to glide in and out of you. “leave you with a little gift. a present — reminder of our time together, yeah?” he knows that he’s not making any sense, leaving his confession behind sex and sultry words. he would never admit to how much he loves you, he’s already ruined you enough. he’s already taken more than enough from you too. “i’ll get to the crown either fuckin’ way.”
satoru talks with his dick and you fucking like it, squeezing the damn daylights out of him. he can barely pull back with you locked down on like that, his seedy tip snug between your ruined folds — clinging into him by viscous ropes of your last orgasm and freshly formed globs of his white hot precum. “you like that, don’t you princess?” he coos down to you condescendingly, picking up the pace of his hips as he rams into you mercilessly. the tree shakes from the force, sprinkling pretty and innocent petals over you both. “you wanna make me a daddy? my queen? give me a little prince or princess.”
“fuck yes, satoru!” nodding your head with wanton, you press yourself into his neck and squeeze him close by the ass cheeks so the only place your lover can go is deeper. you want to be able to feel him in your guts, hot in your womb like an iron rod — anything to forget the trickle of betrayal filling you up like a glass of wine. “i want it, i want it…i want—“
you cut yourself of with an abrasive sob, as you moan your agreements. i want you. you feel the words on the tip of your tongue, drowned out by the slippery sounds of sex and creaking tree trunk. you’ve never wanted anyone as much as you’ve wanted satoru gojo.
but he’s the wrong person, in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
“i know you do, i know,” you can feel gojo move to slobber over your chest, pacifying his whistle tone whimpers with your nipples bouncing in his mouth. he looks up at you with vacant cerulean eyes that shimmer like the skies above, the crude mix of your arousals slinging at the point at which your bodies join. “tell me how much you love daddy’s cock, princess.”
he goads because he craves your attention. satoru can feel you slipping from between his fingers, the guilt that rolls off of you in waves as he languidly rams into your cunt. he’s asking a lot of someone who’s too stimulated, too fucked out to speak — your tongue barely staying in your mouth.
“sato—!”
“c’mon… answer me, fuck, there we go.”
that’s when he hikes you up in his arms, lifting you a little to feverishly thrust up into you — dragging you closer to another high. your nails dig deep into his taut ass, nudging his dick against your g-spot. suguru would never be this rough with you, would never want to fuck you so good that the pleasure hurts.
shaking your head, your eyes glisten but the denial doesn’t stop small streams of arousal from squirting out and webbing against gojo’s soft pubes. “i-i can’t! i don’t—“ satoru bites down on your nipple, hard, cutting through your train of blurry thought. “i love…h-him!”
you love your fiancé, but you both know that’s a lie.
“yeah, sure you do. that’s why your pussy’s huggin’ my cock so tight. you don’t wanna let me go, baby.” even while he’s a mess for you, your rival still finds it in him to be such an egotistical prick. you can’t even tell him that he’s wrong, because you never ever want to be without satoru, without this immensely overwhelming feeling of ecstasy fluttering through your entire body. it’s all too much, he’s too much, stretching you wide and filling you with the love (and cum) you should be getting from suguru.
thunder cracks above your head, lightning flashes through the trees as if the higher power up above is bearing witness — growing distraught at your sins. it’s not long before the heavens open up on you both and your sweaty, sex slicked bodies are doused in rain. but it doesn’t stop you, doesn’t stop satoru from dragging down your bottom lip to lovingly spit into your mouth.
he kisses you as if it’s not enough, rocking his hips into you so he can bully your insides and mark them with his pre. “bet he’s lookin’ for you right now, hm? his precious wife to be…drenched in my cum ‘n drenched in the rain.” satoru heaves, letting the patter of the rain drown out the sound of his tightening balls slapping against your ass. “bet he wishes he could fuck you like i do.”
you can’t tell if it’s the tears of guilt and longing or the rain that blurs your vision. “h-he doesn’t get to!” you cry like a dirty porn-star, hardly becoming of a soon to be queen. “o-only you!”
“only me, hm? i’m flattered.” he seems elated, hiding his flushed face and happy smile in the junction between your neck and shoulder. his wet hair tickles your skin. “too bad he doesn’t know his princess comes used and abused between her pretty legs, huh?”
the rain is cold against your skin, seeping through your clothes, ruining your makeup — but the way satoru licks up your hot streaky tears and the droplets of water against your skin as if to sooth you… the way he does it fills you with warmth.
your limbs become heavy from your water-logged clothes and exhaustion, your whole body slumped against satoru’s strength but you still manage to rake your nails down his back as if you can’t be any closer. gojo doesn’t let your hips run from his either. his mind races, stuck on the idea of asking you to run away with him because he can’t just let you go back to geto. not again.
he can’t let you marry someone you’re not in love with.
it would be selfish of him to ask you to stay, even when you wrap your legs around him and have him plug up your tiny little hole with sticky white. he sees it in your eyes how much you care for him, even through the rain. he’s ruining you, from the inside out, knocking the crown from your head and he hates it.
“daddy loves this pussy,” he wishes for the moment to last forever, but you’re already so close — crying from every hole, suffocating his throbbing cock. neither of you can hold back. “he loves you. i love you.”
the confession nearly tears your world in two — but it’s all you need to hear before everything comes crashing down on you. “i-i love you!” you tell him, wailing the words loud and proud as you release on him for a second time, gushing obscene amounts against gojo’s tummy smooshed up on your clit. “sato—! satoru! cum with me, cum inside me!” scratching down his back and screwing your eyes shut, you tilt your head up to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.
the taste of salt on your cupid’s bow throws gojo over the edge too — his cockhead pours viscous white directly into your womb. “fuuuck, you’re so good princess…” and even though you know you should tell him to pull out, you don’t want him too. you want his baby, want his cum, want him always. even if that’s greedy of you.“fuckin’ take it…take all of me. all of that cum’s for you.” he slurs, beyond brainless.
lewd clapping noises echo between your bodies like the thunder up above as satoru fucks you through the rest of your highs, nose nudging your cheeks tenderly to soothe your tears. moaning, and crying against one another’s swollen lip. when his slow grinds come to a stop and your breathing recovers, the white haired lord gently sets you back in the ground — tenderly helping you to fix your drenched clothes back into place.
your thighs are completely bruised and his back is completely torn up. the last marks you’ll ever leave with each other.
“so about—“
“we… we can’t do this anymore, satoru.” you say almost immediately, shaky as if you’re in the verge of panic.
for the first time since you started doing this, sneaking off with one another, gojo notices the glint on your ring finger. and you feel the very same weight of that ring.
he shrugs you off, pulling up his pants and smirking. “that’s what you said last time—
“no satoru, i mean it now. we can’t.” it’s like you’ve come to your senses, realised the gravity of it all and what’s at stake. thirty days to get married, thirty days to become queen. “i’m going to become queen, your queen, in a matter of weeks and to do that i need to be married to him. i can’t mess this up. we have to stop.”
“but you don’t even want him,” he growls like a petulant child, roaring above the rain that cascades down on you both. “you want me. i want you. who gives a fuck about anything else?”
“duty gives a fuck! i have to marry him!”
throwing his hands up in defeat, satoru steps towards you, loud and intimidating, and you step back towards the tree. “you can’t even say his fucking name.”
“his name is suguru geto and i will marry him because you forced me to.” you spit, going toe to toe with him — chest heaving but tight from your heart break. “if you and your stupid higher ups had just stayed out my way. maybe there could have been a chance for us. but they didn’t and here we are and duty freaking calls, gojo.”
you storm off shortly after, be before he can see you cry again (for real this time). from his place hidden in the royal gardens, gojo watches sullenly as you approach your grandmother and fiancé — the elder queen disappointed in your current state and suguru clearly worried that the rain might make you catch a cold.
the perfect alibi to cover up the fact that you’d just fucked satoru gojo.
but the entire time, you never look back.
you don’t even look at gojo — and that’s how he knows you meant it. you always look back, always look for him in the crowd.
the knowledge hits him like a strike of lightning. he’s royally fucked up — you’re marrying for the crown, all because of him. and there’s no room for loving when you’ve got the weight of the nation on your shoulders.
꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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☆ hi my loves here we go with a what 3rd or 4th i don’t even know attempt at doing kinktober lmaoo. now as always i can never seem to finish kinktobers which is why i lower how many days i do as well as i pick a variety of characters to write for so i don’t get bored writing all month for the same 3-4. the same as last year i will plan on posting a fic sort of every other day so (sun, tue, thur, sat) which is why it’ll be 18 days and not 31. if you recognize any as repeats in last years kinktober prompt lists, yes i carried some over from past lists that i didn’t get to.
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day one → body worship + love marks w/ roommate!stucky
day two → dry humping + handcuffs w/ steve harrington
day three → high sex + bribery w/ eddie munson
day four → bondage + fingering w/ tasm!peter parker
day five → creampie + master kink w/ loki laufeyson
day six → face sitting + thigh biting w/ marc spector
day seven → piercing + cock worship w/ bucky barnes
day eight → pain kink + praise w/ dean winchester
day nine → obsession + belly bulge w/ logan howlett
day ten → overstimulation + hand job w/ sub!miguel o hara
day eleven → semi-public sex + against a wall w/ steven grant
day twelve → dacryphilia + corruption w/ perv!bsf!eddie munson
day thirteen → cock warming + begging w/ steve harrington
day fourteen → free use + primal play w/ logan howlett
day fifteen → lap dance + choking w/ mob!bucky barnes
day sixteen → edging + sir kink w/ steve rogers
day seventeen → caught masturbating + anal w/ sam winchester
day eighteen → double peneration + drunk sex w/ steddie
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𖤓KINKTOBER '24 M.LIST𖤓
my first ever kinktober!! have fun :)
day one: sensory deprivation w/ simon 'ghost' riley
day two: free use w/ billy butcher
day three: temp play w/ john wick
day four: dry humping w/ kyle 'gaz' garrick
day five: public sex + exhibitionism w/ homelander
day six: cockwarming w/ john price
day seven: phone sex + mutual masturbation w/ tony stark
day eight: glossaphilia w/ venom (+ eddie brock)
day nine: degradation w/ ellie williams
day ten: toys w/ wade wilson
day eleven: size difference w/ könig
day twelve: boot worship w/ soldier boy
day thirteen: edging w/ shiu kong
day fourteen: spanking w/ johnny 'soap' mactavish
day fifteen: somnophilia w/ queen maeve
day sixteen: cum play w/ toji fushiguro
day seventeen: pain kink w/ logan howlett
day eighteen: dirty massage w/ nanami kento
day nineteen: sex in the bath w/ higuruma hiromi
day twenty: HALLOWEEN w/ miguel o'hara
#ultravioletrayz#simon ghost riley smut#billy butcher smut#john wick smut#kyle gaz garrick smut#homelander smut#captain john price smut#tony stark smut#venom smut#ellie williams smut#wade wilson smut#konig smut#soldier boy smut#shiu kong smut#johnny soap mactavish smut#toji fushiguro smut#logan howlett smut#nanami kento smut#higuruma hiromi smut#queen maeve smut#miguel o'hara smut
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KINKTOBER ‘24 MASTERLIST.
⋆ ˚。𖦹 18+ for all blurbs as they’re smut. each blurb will have its own context/ trigger warnings and will be tagged accordingly. will be uploaded around 10pm UK time. MDNI!!
[some days/ kinks are subject to change]
MAIN MASTERLIST
— day one (01, oct) overstimulation w/ bucky barnes
— day two (03, oct) cockwarming w/ logan howlett
— day three (05, oct) thigh fucking w/ steven grant
— day four (07, oct) fingering w/ spencer reid
— day five (09, oct) toys w/ miguel o’hara
— day six (11, oct) mirror sex w/ tangerine
— day seven (13, oct) blindfold w/ matt murdock
— day eight (15, oct) period sex w/ frank castle
— day nine (17, oct) dry humping w/ peter maximoff
— bonus day (18, oct) just the tip w/ simon riley
— day ten (19, oct) 3some w/ bucky barnes & steve rogers
— day eleven (21, oct) breast worship w/ logan howlett
— day twelve (23, oct) 69 w/ tangerine
— day thirteen (25, oct) limo sex w/ the moonboys
— day fourteen (27, oct) shower handy w/ spencer reid
— day fifteen (29, oct) orgasm denial w/ matt murdock
— day sixteen (31, oct) web bondage w/ tasm peter parker
©little-miss-dilf-lover // all work is my own. please do not copy, rewrite or translate any of my work on any platforms
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KINKTOBER 2024 MASTERLIST
!!!! EVERYTHING IS ALL CONSENSUAL !!!!
WEEK ONE ─── ೃ࿔₊• {COMPLETED!}
DAY ONE - BONDAGE {VIL X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
DAY TWO - BITE MARKS {MALLEUS X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
DAY THREE - COCKWARMING {ACE X F!READER} ONESHOT ★
DAY FOUR - WARDROBE MALFUNCTION {LILIA X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
DAY FIVE - PHONE SEX {FLOYD X F!READER} ONESHOT ★
DAY SIX - MUTUAL MASTURBATION {JAMIL X F!READER} ONESHOT ★
DAY SEVEN - SEX TOYS {RUGGIE X F!READER} ONESHOT ★
WEEK TWO ─── ೃ࿔₊• {COMPLETED}
DAY EIGHT - GANGBANG {FIRST YEARS X F!READER} ONESHOT ★
DAY NINE - PANTIES {EPEL X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
DAY TEN - SHOWER SEX {LEONA X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
DAY ELEVEN - PUBLIC SEX {ROOK X F!READER} ONESHOT ★
DAY TWELVE - SEXTING {CATER X F!READER} SMAU ★
DAY THIRTEEN - FACE FUCKING {SEBEK X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
DAY FOURTEEN - CAUGHT MASTURBATING {JADE X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
WEEK THREE ─── ೃ࿔₊• {COMPLETED}
DAY FIFTEEN - HATE SEX {RIDDLE X F!READER} ONESHOT ★
DAY SIXTEEN - RECORDING {IDIA X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
DAY SEVENTEEN - ROLEPLAY {JACK X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
DAY EIGHTEEN - BRAT TAMING {AZUL X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
DAY NINETEEN - DOUBLE PENETRATION {MALLEUS X F!READER X LEONA} DRABBLE ★
DAY TWENTY - THIGH RIDING {SILVER X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
DAY TWENTY ONE - GANGBANG (2ND YEARS X F!READER} ONESHOT ★
WEEK FOUR ─── ೃ࿔₊• {completed!}
DAY TWENTY TWO - COSPLAY {IDIA X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
DAY TWENTY THREE - EXHIBITIONISM {DEUCE X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
DAY TWENTY FOUR - BREEDING KINK {TREY X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
DAY TWENTY FIVE - VOYEURISM {KALIM X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
DAY TWENTY SIX - SENSATION PLAY {LILIA X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
DAY TWENTY SEVEN - ANAL {JAMIL X F!READER} DRABBLE ★
DAY TWENTY EIGHT - HUMILIATION {ACE X F!READER X DEUCE} ONESHOT ★
WEEK FIVE [FINAL] ─── ೃ࿔₊• {completed!}
DAY TWENTY NINE - CHOKING {SEBEK X F!READER} ONESHOT ★
DAY THIRTY - ORGASM CONTROL {CHE’NYA x F!READER} ONESHOT ★
DAY THIRTY ONE - GANGBANG {THIRD YEARS X F!READER} ONESHOT ★
─── ೃ࿔₊•
HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🖤
#star’s kinktober masterlist ★#twisted wonderland smut#twst smut#ace trappola smut#riddle rosehearts smut#trey clover smut#cater diamond smut#deuce spade smut#leona kingscholar smut#ruggie bucchi smut#jack howl smut#azul ashengrotto smut#jade leech smut#floyd leech smut#kalim al asim smut#jamil viper smut#vil schoenheit smut#rook hunt smut#epel felmier smut#idia shroud smut#malleus draconia smut#lilia vanrouge smut#twst silver smut#sebek zigvolt smut
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boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸
there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.
masterlist | join my taglist
day one | sore
stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage
day two | don't smile
steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink
day three | stuffed
devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole
day four | a little fashion show
best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie
day five | stay still
peter parker + bondage
day six | hold up, let me record this
jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape
day seven | the palace guards
guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship
day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them
mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism
day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut
tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie
day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you
poe dameron + somno thigh fucking
day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself
matt murdock + secret office sex
day twelve | nothing more than a toy
rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with
day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me
boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex
day fourteen | open your fucking mouth
dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink
day fifteen | tiny
miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference
day sixteen | the wall between us
cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding
day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me
spencer reid + aftercare
day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows
brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping
day nineteen | ring ring
sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating
day twenty | window
perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism
day twenty-one | say yes
fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness
day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that
bucky barnes + anal
day twenty-three | double check
dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation
day twenty-four | maroon
vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink
day twenty-five | i want you
pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment
day twenty-six | teamwork
pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang
day twenty-seven | my little flower
din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming
day twenty-eight | hysteria
doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine
day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight
werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking
day thirty | magical mimic
eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation
day thirty-one | you can’t put it in
stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob
© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble
#lea’s writing#kinktober 2023#steve harrington smut#eddie munson smut#bucky barnes smut#steve rogers smut#peter parker smut#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o’hara smut#din djarin smut#poe dameron smut#spencer reid smut#remus lupin smut#sirius black smut#james potter smut#bruce wayne smut#joel miller smut#tommy shelby smut#matt murdock smut#billy russo smut#rafe cameron smut#the darkling smut#ben solo smut#jj maybank smut#stiles stilinski smut#pietro maximoff smut#sam wilson smut#sam winchester smut#dean winchester smut
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KINKTOBER 2024 MASTERLIST
These will ALL be reader fics. One will be posted everyday of october.
Day One: Breeding with Azriel and Eris Vanserra
Day Two: Stalker / Somnophilia with Azriel
Day Three: Pegging with Cassian
Day Four: Spanking with Eris Vanserra
Day Five: Eating Out with Feyre Archeron
Day Six: Temperature Play with Aelin and Rowan
Day Seven: Losing Virginty with Lucien Vanserra
Day Eight: Against A Wall with Nesta Archeron
Day Nine: Tit Worship / Tit Fucking with Rhysand
Day Ten: Toys with Bryce Quinlan
Day Eleven: Rough / Squirting with Cassian and Nesta
Day Twelve: Fingering / Hate Fuck with Hunt Athalar
Day Thirteen: In Public with Ruhn Danaan
Day Fourteen: Praise with Liam Mairi
Day Fifteen: Deep Throating with Xaden Riorson
Day Sixteen: Edging with Dorian and Manon
Day Seventeen: Thigh Riding with Aelin Galathynius
Day Eighteen: Pregnant Sex with Dorian Havilliard
Day Nineteen: Period Sex with Fenrys Moonbeam
Day Twenty: Size Difference with Lorcan Salvaterre
Day Twenty-One: Daddy / Mommy with Rhys and Feyre
Day Twenty-Two: Orgasm Denial with Manon Blackbeak
Day Twenty-Three: Face Sitting with Rowan Whitethorn
Day Twenty-Four: Corruption with Azriel
Day Twenty-Five: Knife Play with Cassian
Day Twenty-Six: Strip Tease with Hunt and Bryce
Day Twenty-Seven: Wax Play with Eris Vanserra
Day Twenty-Eight: Handjob with Lucien Vanserra
Day Twenty-Nine: Anal Sex with Rhysand
Day Thirty: Cockworship with Dorian Havilliard
Day Thirty-One: Hunter / Prey with Azriel, Cassian, Rhys
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Masterlist
Kinktober 2023 Masterlist
(My main masterlist is pinned on my account and THIS masterlist is on it!!)
#acotar fanfiction#acotar smut#throne of glass fanfiction#throne of glass smut#crescent city fanfiction#crescent city smut#kinktober#azriel smut#eris vanserra smut#cassian smut#rhysand smut#lucien vanserra smut#dorian havilliard smut#manon blackbeak smut#aelin galathynius smut#rowan whitethorn smut#lorcan salvaterre smut#fenrys moonbeam smut#feyre archeron smut#bryce quinlan smut#nesta archeron smut#hunt athalar smut#ruhn danaan smut#fourth wing fanfic#fourth wing smut#xaden riorson smut#liam mairi smut#kinktober 2024
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notes. conclusion for kinktober 2024. didn't finish the whole but phew. i'm going back now to finishing requests.
📍 day one: spitroasting + tsukishima kei & kyoutani kentaro
📍 day two: hatefucking + ego jinpachi
📍 day three: exhibitionism + aizawa shouta
📍 day four: body worship + taiju shiba
📍 day five: gun play + toji fushiguro
📍 day six: cuckold + baji keisuke & chifuyu matsuno
📍 day seven: gangbang + seijoh four
📍 day eight: dacryphilia + Itadori yuuji
📍 day nine: food play + rengoku kyoujuro
📍 day ten: somnophilia + bakugo katsuki
📍 day eleven: edging + gojo satoru
📍 day twelve: breeding kink + shinmon benimaru
📍 day thirteen: hand kink + trafalgar law
📍 day fourteen: voyeurism kink + kuroo tetsurou
📍 day fifteen: praise kink + hajime umemiya
📍 day sixteen: dry humping + barou shoei
📍 day seventeen: monsterfucking + sukuna ryoumen
📍 day eighteen: cockwarming + hibino kafka
📍 day nineteen: corruption kink + hawks/keigo takami
📍 day twenty: cnc + sanemi shinazugawa
📍 day twenty-one: sex pollen + nanami kento
📍 day twenty-two: recording + atsumu miya
📍day twenty three: stepcest + choso kamo
📍day twenty-four: hypnosis + kenma kozume
#♱ ⋮ shai's works⸝⸝#chubby reader#jujutsu kaisen#bnha#wind breaker#demon slayer#fire force#blue lock#jjk x reader#jjk smut#blue lock smut#blue lock x reader#fire force x reader#bnha x reader#anime x reader#anime smut#kinktober 2024
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𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 kinktober masterlist
ཐི♡ཋྀ welcome to my first kinktober, i’m lowk really nervous for this, so be kind please. please read all the warnings posted on each fic, they're all listed, and if anythings missing lmk! all works are fem reader
ཐི♡ཋྀ prompts used from this post, full credit to them for all prompts used
ཐི♡ཋྀ all work on @etclouie and can be found under #ᯓ⭒ louie’s kinktober ’24 .ᐟ
ཐི♡ཋྀ candy divider used in each post is by @strangergraphics
go to main masterlist?
day one; overstimulation - Glenn Rhee
day two; praise kink - Alex Keller
day three; car sex - Abraham Ford
day four; creampie - Soap MacTavish
day five; begging - Shane Walsh
day six; cockwarming - Sirius Black
day seven; size kink - Simon Riley
day eight; jealousy - Rick Grimes
day nine; breeding kink - Oscar 'Spooky' Diaz
day ten; dirty talk - Shane Walsh
day eleven; choking - Negan Smith
day twelve; oral sex - Juice Ortiz
day thirteen; mirror sex - Soap MacTavish
day fourteen; thigh riding - Spencer Reid
day fifteen; first time - Chibs Telford
day sixteen; shower sex - Derek Morgan
day seventeen; office sex - Aaron Hotchner
day eighteen; late night sex - Jax Teller
day nineteen; outdoor sex - Daryl Dixon
day twenty; sugar daddy - John Price
day twenty-one; one night stand - James Potter
day twenty-two; sex on film - Kyle Garrick
day twenty-three; pillow talk - Jax Teller
day twenty-four; mask sex - Simon Riley
day twenty-five; uniform sex - Shane Walsh and Rick Grimes
day twenty-six; nudes - Chibs Telford
day twenty-seven; spanking - Negan Smith
day twenty-eight; early morning sex - Daryl Dixon
day twenty-nine; secret relationship sex - Merle Dixon
day thirty; handcuffs - Luke Alvez
day thirty-one; friends with benefits - Jax Teller
reblogs are highly appreciated !
#ᯓ⭒ louie’s kinktober ’24 .ᐟ#— ୨୧₊˚ louie’s masterlist#kinktober#kinktober 2024#glenn rhee x reader#alex keller x reader#abraham ford x reader#soap mactavish x reader#shane walsh x reader#sirius black x reader#simon riley x reader#rick grimes x reader#spooky x reader#negan x reader#juice ortiz x reader#spencer reid x reader#chibs telford x reader#derek morgan x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#jax teller x reader#daryl dixon x reader#john price x reader#james potter x reader#gaz x reader#merle dixon x reader#luke alvez x reader
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Kinktober 2023 Day Sixteen
Table Sex
Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish
“When did that happen?” Ghost stared at the new pool table as Price held open the door to the break room. Soap looked up as they entered, nodding to them before going back to staring down at his phone.
“A couple of weeks ago. You’d notice sooner if you ever spent any time here.” Price shook his head. “Anything else, or are you alright to get on?”
“I’ll manage.”
“You’d better. You’re off for a month, Simon, and I don’t want to hear anything about you trying to get yourself back on a mission before then.”
“I got it, Price. Sit around with my thumb up my ass for a month.”
“If that’s what it will take to keep you sat down.” Price clapped his hand on Ghost’s shoulder as he left the room.
Ghost didn’t follow him, instead walking over to Johnny.
“You sure it’s your own thumb you want on your ass? Not mine?”
“I mean, if you’re offering.” Ghost pushed the mask up and pulled Johnny close to kiss him.
“It’s good to have you back.”
“You’ve got me for a while. Captain’s orders.”
“I know, I heard.” Soap tapped his hands against the edge of the table. “Feeling nostalgic about this, then?”
“Why would I? It’s just a pool table.”
“It’s not just a pool table. It’s where you taught me to take back shots, remember? And, made your aim that much better because you got sick of having to put a towel down first.”
“The lip on you, Sergeant, anyone might think you need a remedial lesson in taking things that are given to you.”
“My schedule is open. Whenever you’re free.”
Ghost grabbed Soap’s face and mashed their mouths together. Fucking hell, he could not get enough of Soap. The glib mouth, fuckable ass, attention grabbing hands, he wanted all of it and more. He was going to fucking take it too, since Soap offered so nicely.
Ghost grabbed Soap by the hips and spun him around, securing one hand on the back of his neck as he bent Soap over the table.
Soap grunted as he hit the top. “Lucky there aren’t any balls out, then that might have actually hurt.”
“You want balls, Johnny, you can have mine.”
“Aye, that sounds fair.”
Ghost shoved Soap’s shirt up, gathering the material at his shoulders to expose Soap’s back and give him a nice target to work with.
Soap mumbled something about how chilly the room was, and shook his ass as Ghost took his sweet time, running his hand down Soap’s spine.
“I’m getting there, Johnny. Don’t worry.” Ghost patted Soap’s ass before pulling his trousers down. Soap tried to widen his legs, but the jeans bunched around his thighs made it difficult, and Ghost pinning him in place by pressing his hard cock against Johnny’s ass made it impossible. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, you know that?”
“I’ll make you an album. Something for you to take with you next time you’re away.”
“You don’t have to be nice like that.”
“Why not? You do nice things for me.”
“You think this is me being nice?” Ghost pressed his thumb into Johnny’s ass, watching the Sergeant squeeze around the intrusion.
“Uh… yeah?” Johnny tiled his hips as much as he could against the table. “Is it not…?”
Ghost chuckled, rubbing Soap’s insides with his thumb as he waited for him to relax. Soap struggled under him, pulling one of his arms back to get something out of his pocket.
Ghost snorted when Soap dropped a bottle of lube on the table. “What was the plan if I didn’t stay, Sergeant?”
“I would have come and found you. Price would probably encourage it, just to get you doing something other than sitting in your office and moping…”
Ghost snorted again, and pulled the mask off, dropping it onto the table as he reached for the bottle. “So, Johnny. Is this me being nice, or not?”
“Uh…” Soap fumbled for his answer as he felt lube drip on his hole. Ghost’s thumb was being replaced with his fingers. “Yes. Very… very nice.”
“Very good.” Ghost pushed his own jeans down, and pressed the head of his cock just underneath where his fingers were curled up inside Soap’s ass, holding them there as he spread the lube over his dick. “And now?”
Soap sucked in a breath as Ghost pulled his fingers out of Soap’s ass, and then choked on it when Ghost replaced them with his dick.
“Better, much better, fucking great.”
Soap groaned unashamedly as Ghost fucked his dick into him, whining whenever Ghost pulled it out even slightly, unconsciously tightening his ass to try and stop him from leaving each time. Ghost turned Soap’s head to the side so he could watch as Soap’s eyes lost focus, his lips parting to huff out breaths in between the whorish noises he was making.
“This suits you.”
“H-huh?” Soap tried to turn his head, but Ghost kept it still, stroking the back of Soap’s neck.
“Taking things like you're meant to. Looks good on you.”
“Thanks.” Soap huffed out. “Are you actually… going to give me — fuck!”
Ghost cut Soap off by dragging his hips back, Soap’s ass widening to take his cock perfectly as he fucked it back in. “That something enough for you?”
“More, more, please…”
“Just don’t drool on the table, yeah?”
Soap flushed and brought one of his hands up to his head, resting his cheek on it as his eyes slid closed.
Ghost was trying to keep a strong, hard rhythm going, but it wasn’t going to happen on his injured knees. He grabbed at every part of Soap that he could reach, enjoying the soft groans Soap was letting out against his hand. Ghost wanted to break Soap over this table, to leave him a babbling mess, covered in bruises and Ghost’s cum, on display for everyone to see that Soap belonged to him. He wanted to stamp his mark so irreversibly on Soap that Soap would know Simon’s name before his own, but that would have to wait for another time. One where he wasn’t on medical rest, and Soap had some time off to recover from that kind of treatment.
Today, he’d have to make do with some nice treatment, which was still very nice, and actually shaping up to be a welcome change of pace. Ghost groaned as Soap squeezed around him again, and this time his cock twitched inside his ass, almost like a response. He had to be careful. He was going to follow through on his promise of cumming on Soap’s back, and he couldn’t let a drop spill off. It would ruin the effect of being able to pull Soap’s shirt back down and stick it to his back, which would make Ghost’s work visible to everyone when Soap had to duck back through the barracks.
Soap stiffened under him, his groan petering off into an actual moan, telling Ghost that Soap had managed to cum in his pants.
“Good, good on you Johnny.” Ghost murmured and pulled his cock out of Soap’s ass, fisting himself quickly and spreading his cum over Soap’s back, stroking the back of his neck as he pulled Soap’s shirt down.
“You know how to do it right, Ghost.”
“Course I do.” Ghost helped Johnny up, pulling his mask back on as Soap did his jeans up.
“Did good. The table’s still like new.”
“Been broken in properly, though.”
“With no stains to prove it.”
“You give me so little credit. Besides, if there were any, I’d just tell Price they’re yours.”
“You wouldn’t.” Soap grabbed Ghost’s arm, like they did when they sparred.
“Hey, hey. I’m injured, remember? You have to be gentle with me.”
“You’re bloody lucky.” Soap winced as he felt his shirt stick to his back. “I’ll be back. I’ll fucking show you gentle.”
Soap hurried from the room, leaving Ghost with a harsh smack on his ass.
#kinktober#kinktober 2023#cod kinktober#cod#cod mw2#mw2#cod ghost#cod soap#simon ghost riley#simon riley#johnny soap mactavish#soap mactavish#ghost x soap#soap x ghost#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghoap#kinktober day sixteen#smut#table sex
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kinktober - day sixteen
kink: sex toys with jilix
warnings: smut - MINORS DNI. sex toys, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, afab!reader. mention of hentai (typical jlix things). 3k.
it’s something that felix and jisung bring up all the time. throughout your entire time as roommates slash best friends with benefits they’ve talked about it, but they’ve never followed through with it.
they want to ruin you. stretch you so far that you’re left with your pussy gaping, fill you up so far that it feels like your breath is taken away. the thought of it sends you into a dizzy spell if you think about it too long, but it’s always just that. a thought. you’re not sure why, since every other kink that’s been brought up has been tried and added to the ranked bulletin board in your room.
handcuffs? yes, enthusiastically.
petplay? no, much to jisung’s poorly concealed disappointment.
stuffed full of sex toys? TBD.
but no matter how many times any of you had brought it up, whether it be giggling into a glass of wine or holding hands in the dark under your covers, they never made any moves to make it become reality.
so, you decide to take matters into your own hands.
it’s almost too easy to sneak an excessively large order of sex toys onto jisung’s credit card, the one he had given to you with a wink and a whispered you know what to do with this. you hadn’t known what to do with it, but you pocketed the card anyways, saving it for a rainy day. maybe this is what he had meant when he said that to you - you’ll find out soon, probably.
by the time it arrived you were almost sick with anticipation, the thought of it not leaving you as you obsessively checked the tracking of your package every possible second. when it finally arrived they weren’t home, and you opened it without abandon, ripped pieces of cardboard littering the floor. they looked…daunting. almost scary. incredibly exciting.
“tomorrow,” felix says, more to the contents of the box than to you. “tomorrow, we’re going to ruin you with these.”
“tomorrow?” both you and jisung whined together, and you exchanged a fist bump over the box as felix huffed at you.
and yet, with all of the impatient waiting you did in the past week (and jisung in the past day), tomorrow came sooner than you could catch up with. you were naked on the mattress before you could even blink, cunt clenching around nothing as you watched them lay out the materials that you had so meticulously picked out.
it might be a little too soon for an endeavor like this, it would be smarter to try out every toy first and make sure you were comfortable with all of them, but they’ve kept you waiting too long for this for you to think about being smart right now.
they lined the toys up at the foot of the bed, all washed and sanitized and ready for whatever filthy use they were going to be put through. there’s four of them, varying in size, girth and length, color, and vibrations and thrusting ability, and you’re already a bit overwhelmed just looking at them.
or rather, a lot overwhelmed.
they make eyes at each other over you, having some kind of silent conversation in the creepy way that they do. felix nods and moves to sit by your head, moving you around until your upper body was half in his lap. jisung, on the other hand, picks up the first toy and examines it, twisting it around in his hand.
“relax, baby,” felix’s voice rumbles through you, and you melt into him a bit when he runs his hand through your hair.
jisung’s eyes are fixated on your pussy now, and you can almost see the wheels turning in his head as he imagines how wrecked you’re going to be once they’re done with you.
“jisung, come on,” you whine, wriggling a bit in felix’ lap.
“let me enjoy this,” he bites back, sending you a playful glare.
“i think i’m the one who’s supposed to be enjoying this,” you pout, relaxing back into place when felix tugs at a strand of your hair.
“oh trust me, you will,” felix’s voice grumbles from behind you, vibrations from it dousing your body just as jisung finally touches you. it’s not quite where you want, his hand is tracing up and down your thigh, but it’s something.
he takes his time mapping out your skin, planes of smooth flesh that he’s seen and felt and loved before, but never this slowly. never this reverently. it’s almost frustrating, but felix begins massaging your neck and shoulders and you’re too relaxed to provide any protest beyond a frustrated huff of breath as your eyes flutter closed.
“no, stay with us,” felix coaxes your eyes open, and you almost giggle at how funny he looks upside-down from where you’re laying. it feels like time is moving in slow-motion as jisung uncaps the lube and drizzles it on the toy, the smallest one you had chosen. it’s thin with a bulbous head, created specifically to hit right at your g-spot, a smooth metal with a lustrous purple finish. it’s beautiful, even more so when he runs the cool metal head up and down your folds, warming it up. when it gets to your hole you nearly swallow it up, the glide almost too easy from the lube and your wetness that’s been building since before you even took off your clothes.
“eager, are we?” jisung teases, and you just snarl back at him, too impatient to deal with being in a sarcastic argument with him right now. you usually love his playful banter during sex, but that’s when you’re in a mutual push and pull dynamic. right now the only thing you want him to push is the toy into you. “fine, i’ll give you what you want, but remember that you asked for it.”
all at once, he’s thrusting it in and out of you, twisting his hand just right so that it hits your spot every single time. it’s already almost too much, and you push up against felix to try and get away from the sudden onslaught. he just laughs, pinning you in place as jisung keeps going and going and going.
it only takes a few minutes for your orgasm to approach, expectantly fast with how keyed up you’ve been since you woke up. you’re just starting to come when — in one quick move — jisung removes the toy and replaces it with his fingers, crooking them up right where he knows you like it best, over and over. the change in pace makes everything so much more intense, and you can’t stop your body from arching off of the bed, your head pressed into felix’ thighs. it feels like minutes before you slump back onto the mattress, panting hard and twitching from aftershocks. he removes his fingers, holding them up so you and felix could see how slick they are from being inside of you. he sticks them in his mouth, sucking at them a bit like a lollipop, and lets out an appreciative noise at the taste. you hide your face into felix’ leg, embarrassed at his actions.
jisung doesn’t let you recover before grabbing the second toy, a bright pink vibrator complete with a thrusting head. he forgoes the lube this time, choosing to scoop up your wetness onto his fingertips and spread it across the toy instead. you whine when his fingers brush your clit, overly sensitive even though it hadn’t been touched yet. he settles the tip of it against your hole, rubbing at it in tiny circles.
“what a greedy fucking pussy,” jisung says, almost clinical in the way he looks at felix with an arched brow. like he’s not talking about a person. “just came and she’s already leaking for more.”
felix just hums, dark eyes fixed on the way your bottom lip is stuck between your teeth as jisung slides the second toy into you. it settles in perfectly, leaving you so comfortably full that you think you could fall asleep like this, especially after coming as hard as you just had.
“what did i tell you?” felix says, accentuating his words with another sharp tug to your hair. “stay with us, baby.”
“i’m - ah,” your breath leaves you as jisung flicks the vibrator on. even at it’s lowest setting, it sends pulses of pleasure swimming through you, and you feel hot all over. the heat intensifies when he pushes the toy just a little further into you and presses the button for the thrusting to start. it feels strange at first, the rubber head so different to jisung or felix’s cocks, but then he angles it upwards just so and there it is.
every time you clench down onto it you feel your toes and fingertips tingle with pleasure, little pricks of static taking over your limbs. jisung holds the base close to your entrance, keeping in place as it thrusts into you in a perfectly delicious rhythm.
“this one might be my favorite,” jisung says, and he sounds like he’s kneeling down to worship something rather than kneeling to absolutely wreck you. you try and reply, but your words get swallowed by a series of sounds that escape your throat. “felix, find a way to shut her up, will you?”
it’s almost comical the way jisung turns into a control freak when it came to sex; you weren’t complaining though, even when felix hooks his thumb into your mouth and presses down on your tongue. jisung turns the vibrations up and you come for the second time, your eyes rolling so far back that you’re almost scared they’ll get stuck there. he keeps the toy there, letting you ride out your orgasm, and he only turns it off when you start to twitch with oversensitivity.
“is it my turn now?” felix takes his thumb out of your mouth and strokes his hand down your face, leaving a trail of your spit down your cheek. “i want a turn, you’re hogging her.”
“whiny baby,” jisung tuts, but he stands up from where he had been kneeling in front of you. he drops a kiss to your inner thigh before switching spots with felix, settling in behind you.
while felix had let your hands wander, clenching in and out of fists as you got more and more into it, jisung had no such notion to give you freedom. he immediately traps your wrists into one of his hands once he was sure your head was comfortable in his lap, and his other hand comes to rest at your collarbone. it’s possessive, the way his fingers curl up just a bit like he’s waiting for a reason to run his nails down your skin.
the third toy that felix picks up is a normal dildo, clear glass in a respectable size and length, and you’re almost glad for a little normalcy right now.
“should i eat you out first? make you come on my tongue before using this?” he asks, mouth so close to your clit that you could feel his breath hitting it. it made you shiver.
“if you do that i might not last,” you groan, trying to clamp your thighs shut but you were stopped by felix’s hands. “you’ll have to scrape my body off of the bed.”
“i’ll have to do that anyways when i’m through with you,” he teases, drawing back a bit. “but you’re right. i want to see your face when i ruin you, and it’s hard to do that from down there.”
the slide of the dildo entering you was almost undetectable after jisung had dealt with you, the only thing you could feel was the coolness of the glass and the fullness in your lower belly.
you sigh, letting your head fall back into jisung. maybe felix would go easy on you for the first one? you let your body relax so felix could push it all the way in.
you regretted that almost immediately though - felix, with all of his dancer’s grace and control, knows exactly what to do with his hands. knows how to twist his wrist just right, how to speed up and slow back down in perfect timing, and it doesn’t matter that it’s just a normal dildo because he isn’t a normal fucking person.
he alternated between an insanely fast and agonizingly slow rhythm, never letting you get used to one before switching to the other. every time you got close, he’d angle it just away from your spot, leaving you teetering on the edge of an orgasm over and over.
if jisung wasn’t holding you down you’d be thrashing against the sheets right now.
when felix finally let’s you come it’s with his mouth sucking at your clit and your body taught as a rope. it feels like hours before you come down, wave after wave of boiling pleasure burning through your veins, taking over your whole body.
“okay?” jisung asks as felix pulls the toy out of you, shushing you when you whine at the feeling.
“guh,” you let out, the most intelligent response you can offer him right now. he lets go of your wrists to intertwine his hands in yours, keeping you close but knowing that you needed the grounding.
the last toy was really for them. you know that they’re little freaks inside, and you couldn’t stop yourself from selecting it - a bright green and red silicone toy, shaped like a tentacle. it’s wide at the base, about the size of your fist, and that brings up another idea that you store in your head for later. the tip is tapered, and little faux suction cups line the entire surface of the toy. it isn’t too long, but god it’s thick.
felix picks up the bottle of lube and coats the thing generously, and you’re grateful for it. for how big it is, you weren’t sure if your body was capable of slicking it up without some help.
“can’t,” you stutter out when he places the tip at your entrance, teasing it inside of you. you wanted to move away but you couldn’t, jisung made sure of that.
“you can,” jisung coos at you, the first time he’s spoken since switching places with felix. “you know what to say it you really can’t. but i think you can, baby girl.”
he’s right. through all of this, your safeword hadn’t even breached through to your consciousness. you still wanted this, as insane as it was.
“fuck, you’re stretched out,” felix curses, pushing the toy into you. you can feel it all the way in your throat, even though it was only a little over halfway inside of you. god, was he going to try and get the whole thing in?
the answer was yes, he was. he twists his wrist, letting your body get used to the girth of the toy for a moment before pulling it out almost all the way. he slowly slides it back in, and the squelch of the suction cups dragging in and out makes you flush so hard you feel lightheaded.
jisung is breathing hard behind you, and you revel in how affected he is right now. you chose well, you did good.
you’ve never had something inside of you that felt like this; it wasn’t moving but you could imagine if it was, in the ways that tentacles did in the hentai jisung made you watch - you never understood the appeal until now. you wanted it to completely engulf you. you had almost forgotten that it was attached to felix’s hand until he started pumping it in and out of you, absolutely obscene sounds filling the room from both it and your own mouth.
when you come for the last time it’s a fragile thing, slow rolls of heat washing over you, less intense but no less pleasurable. you feel floaty even felix removes the toy carefully, dumping it on the floor and pressing a flutter of kisses to your thighs. your head is sailing through the clouds just as your body feels weightless, the only thing keeping you tethered to the bed being their hands on you.
“let’s get her cleaned up,” jisung says, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of your head.
“no, ‘m not done,” you mumble, half into jisung’s arm where your mouth is now squished. there’s a line of drool running from your lips down his skin, but you’re too exhausted to care about something that would normally send you into a fit of embarrassment.
“oh, she’s out,” felix sounds almost in awe, like he can’t believe the state the two of them had pushed you towards. that he couldn’t believe that, even though you couldn’t move a single limb in your body, you were still asking for more. felix reaches to the nightstand where he had placed a cool water bottle with a straw peeking out, and he holds it up to your mouth so you can suck small sips. the water feels heavenly, soothing your parched throat perfectly. did he put magic in this water? it sure feels like he did.
you didn’t realize that you were talking out loud until they laugh, the sound of it sending happiness throughout your entire body. you made them happy.
“hi baby,” felix materializes at your side, cradling your face in his hands so you are looking at him instead of the ceiling. “bath or washcloth?”
“can’t move,” you replied, hoping he’d understand. when he comes back with a washcloth and starts cleaning you up, you know he did. he knows you so well.
you let out a series of whines when he cleans around your pussy, the burn of overstimulation bordering on painful now. jisung soothes you with a kiss for each one, his hands still intertwined with yours.
you fall asleep before felix finishes, and you miss the way they both look at you with nothing but adoration in their eyes.
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Kinktober - {Day Sixteen} {<- kinktober masterlist}
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{Elijah Mikaelson x F!Reader} Request {@sweetieseven}:How about Elijah with a mirror sex kink? With dom/sub? The reader is an innocent girl with zero experience and still virgin. She and Elijah just know each other for at least a month... Can you make it like Bridgerton themed please (1800 era). Thankkk youuuu ❤️❤️❤️, (greedy I know...)
♡♡♡ I adore this ideaa, I know Elijah absolutely THRIVED in the 17th century ♡♡♡
3.1k words - Kinks: soft!dom Elijah, mirror sex, inexperience, 1800s themed, reader is super innocent && arranged marriage...
It was the duty of a young woman to marry, to find a good husband and give him children. That's what your mother had taught you growing up. But it was never as easy as she made it out to be, for some men were cruel and others only wished to take a wife to get his hands on her inheritance. It was difficult for a young woman such as yourself to find a good husband.
But it seemed fate had finally dealt you a good hand. Your father had secured a match, one with a respected noble family.
He was a fine choice, all the ladies would agree, for Elijah Mikaelson was the most sought after bachelor in the city. He had charm and charisma and, from the rumors you had heard, was quite skilled in the art of pleasure.
But, this just made you more fearful, for you knew nothing of the marriage bed. Ladies would come to you with conflicting tales of how men would treat them, sometimes roughly, sometimes with the utmost care. How would he expect you to behave? It was as though everyone else knew a secret you were not privy to, and it frustrated you to no end.
And now, it was your wedding night, you stood before a full length mirror, gazing at your reflection as the servants fussed over you. They stripped off your gown, leaving you in only a corset and thin night dress. The air felt cool against your skin, a welcome feeling against your heated body.
"Pardon my boldness, my lady, but that husband of yours is quite a looker." A servant girl said, pulling the pins from your hair, letting the locks fall freely.
You blushed, thinking of him, his handsome features and strong build. The way he looked at you as you said your vows made you feel things you did not understand, things that made your body ache and your skin flush.
You nodded, fear making words hard to come by. The servant smiled and patted your shoulder, her voice reassuring. "Don't fret, my lady. The first time is always the most frightening. But, I have a feeling the two of you will enjoy yourselves tonight."
The other servants giggled, and you couldn't help the embarrassed squeak that left your lips. How many servants were aware of your inexperience? Did he know? You had been told by many that men preferred their wives to be chaste, to have no experience with other men. You were a pure maiden, untouched. Would that be enough?
"All finished, my lady." She said, smiling kindly as you looked back at yourself in the mirror.
"Thank you," You said softly, watching them snuff out most of the candles, casting the room in a dim glow.
"Goodnight, my lady."
"Goodnight," You responded, watching as they all exited, closing the door behind them.
You stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Should you get into bed? Or were you supposed to wait for him to arrive?
You settled on simply pacing around the room, too nervous to sit down. What was he going to do when he came in? Would he be gentle? You hoped so, the thought of him being rough was far too frightening to dwell on.
You thought back to when you were first introduced, only a few months ago. He had kissed your hand, his lips soft against the skin, but the look in his eyes was one of pure lust. It made you shudder to think of what was to come.
Your pacing stopped when you heard a soft knock at the door, the handle turning shortly after.
You stood rooted to the spot as he entered, shutting the door behind him. He looked even more handsome in the dim lighting, his dark hair perfectly styled, his face freshly shaven. He was no longer wearing his wedding suit, but a plain white shirt and dark trousers.
He walked slowly towards you, his eyes roaming over your figure, his lips pulling up in a smirk as he noticed your blush.
"Hello," he said softly, a hand reaching out to cup your cheek.
You swallowed, trying to formulate words, but they wouldn't come. He seemed to know this, his smirk widening as his thumb traced over your lips.
"This day has been quite long, hasn't it?" He said, his hand sliding down to hold your chin.
You nodded, the feeling of his touch making your heart flutter. His gaze was intense, sending heat throughout your body.
"Would you prefer to rest?" He asked, his thumb brushing over your cheek.
You blinked, shocked at his suggestion. You were his wife now, did he not want you? A terrible feeling of inadequacy washed over you.
"Is that what you wish, h-husband?" You asked, stuttering slightly.
He hummed, his eyes flicking down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. "Not at all, my darling. But I do not wish to frighten you. This is a new experience for you, is it not?"
You felt your cheeks heat up even more, a nod was all you could manage.
"Do not fret," He said, leaning down to brush his lips over yours. "I'll show you everything."
Your breath hitched as he pressed his lips to yours, his arms wrapping around your waist. The kiss was soft and sweet, but it ignited something within you, a need that was quickly becoming unbearable.
You gasped as he picked you up, carrying you towards the bed. You couldn't help but cling to him, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He chuckled at your reaction, laying you down gently on the bed, his hands going to the laces of your corset.
You felt a rush of fear as he began unlacing the garment, and your hands grabbed at his, stopping him. He looked at you, his brows furrowed.
"What is wrong, my dear?" He asked, his hands going to cup your cheeks.
"I... I don't know..." You whispered, your voice shaky. "I'm sorry, I-I just..."
He silenced you with a kiss, then he pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling his.
"Look," He said, pointing to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.
You looked at the reflection, seeing the two of you. Your body was flush against his, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips. It made your breath hitch, seeing him touching you so intimately.
"We can see each other perfectly in the mirror," He said, his lips brushing over your jaw. "We can watch every single thing we do to one another."
His words overwhelmed you, and you buried your face in his neck, trying to hide your embarrassment. His fingers tilted your chin up, his eyes locking onto yours.
"You are so beautiful, my dear," He said, his lips meeting yours again. "I'm honored to have such a lovely wife."
His words caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach, and you couldn't help but smile, looking into his warm, brown eyes.
"Watch," he said, his hand sliding down your body, pulling the laces of your corset loose.
You watched his every movement, mesmerized by the sight of him. His hands were sure and gentle with the way they undid the garment and soon, he was sliding it off of you. You could see the hunger in his eyes as he gazed upon your bare breasts, your thin dress leaving nothing to the imagination.
"Beautiful," He whispered, his hands cupping your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh.
You gasped, the feeling of his hands on you, wetness forming between your thighs. Your nipples were stiff against the fabric, and he noticed, his thumbs teasing the peaks.
"Tell me, sweet wife, what do you know of pleasure?" He asked, his lips trailing kisses along your neck.
"N-not much," You said, shivering at his touch. "Only what the ladies have told me."
"I see," He said, a smirk on his lips. "And what have they told you?"
"It's.... not appropriate to say.." You said, blushing deeply.
He chuckled, his hands tugging at the strings of your nightdress, loosening it.
"Oh, but it's most appropriate for me to know." He said, lifting your arms and pulling the fabric up and over your head, leaving you completely exposed to him.
"Please, husband.." You whispered, feeling so vulnerable and bare.
"Tell me." He said, his hands caressing your breasts, his fingers teasing your nipples.
"I know you... put it in me... d-down there," You stuttered, his eyes drinking in your every expression. You couldn't look him in the eyes as you spoke, it was too embarrassing.
He chuckled, his hand slowly moving down your body, his fingertips ghosting along your stomach, stopping just before he reached the soft curls between your thighs.
"Is that all they told you?" He asked, his eyes locking onto yours.
"They said you were a good lover... t-that I would enjoy it.." You said, his smirk widening.
"Then I shall do my best to live up to such a reputation," He said, his fingers delving into the curls, it made you ache even more, a deep, burning need that only seemed to grow as he continued touching you.
His words sent a thrill through you, and you couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips as he pushed a finger into you. It felt strange, a sort of foreign intrusion, but not painful.
"Look," he began, his finger curling inside of you. "See how easily I fit inside you? How wet you are for me?"
You glanced up at the mirror, watching his finger disappear inside of you. It was a sinful sight, one that made the ache grow stronger.
"A woman needs to be ready for her husband, just as he needs to be ready for her," He explained, his finger moving slowly in and out of you. "It will hurt otherwise."
"H-how does a man get ready?" You asked, biting your lip.
He smiled, his thumb finding a sensitive little spot, rubbing slow circles. It felt incredible, and you couldn't help but moan, your hips bucking involuntarily.
"For some, it's enough to just look at his wife, to see her beauty and know she is his. But, for others, it takes a little more." He said, his finger increasing in pace, his thumb matching the rhythm.
You had no idea how to make him ready, and the thought made your cheeks flush with shame. How could you be his wife if you didn't know such simple things?
He could see the distress on your face, and he pressed a kiss to your temple, his voice soothing.
"Just by seeing you like this, by touching you, I'm ready," He whispered, his lips brushing over yours.
You melted into the kiss, the warmth of his mouth and the skill of his tongue sending another wave of heat through your body. His fingers continued their work, bringing you closer and closer to some unknown edge.
"Are you close, my love?" He asked, his nose nuzzling yours.
"Close to what?" You asked, panting slightly.
"Close to your peak, to your pleasure," He said, a smirk on his lips. "Have the ladies told you about that, my darling?"
"No..." You said, a bit embarrassed that you didn't know.
"Watch, then," He said, nodding to the mirror.
You looked at the mirror, seeing the reflection of his hands on your body, the way his finger moved in and out of you. The way his eyes were glued to your face, taking in every little reaction.
He added a second finger, stretching you in the most delicious way, his thumb pressing down harder on that sensitive spot. It felt like fire was running through your veins, and you couldn't stop the moan from spilling from your lips.
"There we go, chase that feeling," He said, his eyes glinting.
His words and the pleasure they brought made you snap, and you fell over the edge, waves of pure bliss washing over you. It was indescribable, and you felt yourself clinging to him, burying your face in his neck.
You felt boneless, utterly spent, but the need had not faded. You wanted him, wanted more of his touch.
"That was exquisite, my darling," He said, kissing the top of your head. "I can't wait to see you fall apart on my cock."
His words were so lewd, so unlike anything you had ever heard before, but they filled you with a strange sort of excitement.
You sat up, your hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He chuckled, helping you undress him. Once his chest was bare, you ran your hands over the smooth skin, his muscles flexing beneath your touch.
"Eager little wife," He said, smirking. "Just a small taste and now you're insatiable."
You giggled at his words, the ache still throbbing inside of you. His hands went to the laces of his trousers, and you watched as he freed his cock, his member thick and long. You couldn't help but marvel at the sight. You understood now what he meant by being ready, and the thought of him inside of you, filling you up, was intoxicating as it was terrifying.
He smiled at your expression, he took your hand and placed it on his cock. Your fingers wrapped around him, marveling at how soft his skin was.
"Does it hurt?" You asked, stroking his length slowly.
He hummed, his eyes closing as you touched him. "Not at all," He said, his hand wrapping around yours, guiding you to stroke him. "Just keep doing that."
You obeyed, watching as his breathing became heavier, his lips parted in pleasure. It was a wonderful sight, one that made the need grow even stronger.
"You feel nice," you whispered, biting your lip.
He grinned, his hand falling away from yours. "You feel better," He said, pulling your hips closer, grinding his cock against your wetness.
You moaned at the sensation, the tip of his manhood pressing against that sensitive spot he was touching before. He did it again and again, his movements slow and torturous.
"What happens now?" You asked, whimpering at his actions.
"Now," He began, lifting your hips, the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance. "I'm going to make you mine."
He pressed a kiss to your lips, then he lowered you down onto him, the head of his cock stretching you. It hurt and you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders.
"Shh, it's alright, my love," He said, his voice low and soothing. "Breathe, just breathe."
You did as he said, taking a few deep breaths and you felt the head hit your barrier. He paused for a moment, allowing you time to adjust. Then, he pushed deeper, breaking through the thin membrane.
You whimpered in pain, your face buried in his neck. It felt like a thousand needles stabbing at your flesh, but he was there, holding you close, whispering sweet words. He reached between you and rubbed slow circles over that good spot, the pleasure easing the pain.
"Are you alright?" He asked, kissing the top of your head.
You nodded, taking a few deep breaths, then lowered yourself all the way down, his cock sheathed inside you. You felt a new ache, a need for him to move, to feel him slide in and out of you. It was instinctual, like your body was coming alive for the first time.
He moved slowly at first, letting you adjust to the feeling, guiding your hips to move with his. It reminded you of dancing, there was a rhythm to it, a sense of intimacy.
You were grateful for the mirror, it allowed you to see every moment, every movement. The way his hands held your hips, the way the muscles in his arms flexed as he moved. He was beautiful, and you felt a surge of pride knowing he was yours.
The pain was gone, replaced by a new kind of pleasure, something deeper than his earlier touches. You were consumed by the need for him, your hands roaming over his skin, your lips brushing against his.
“Look at yourself,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “See how perfectly you fit around me?”
Your cheeks flushed with heat as you continued to watch. Your skin was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, and the way your breasts bounced with each movement only heightened your arousal. You were caught somewhere between embarrassment and excitement, but the look in his eyes—filled with lust and admiration—made you feel powerful, desirable.
He chucked at your reaction, his hands squeezing your hips. He leaned forward, pushing you backwards so that your back was against the soft bedding, you gasped and giggled at the sudden change in position.
He looked down at you, a smile playing on his lips, he moved his hips slowly, drawing his cock almost all the way out of you, before thrusting back inside. You moaned, the sensation was incredible, sending waves of pleasure through your body with every stroke.
"You're mine now, my love," He murmured, his lips trailing along your jaw, his breath hot on your skin. "All mine."
You nodded, unable to form words, his name was all you could manage. He was in complete control, and you loved every moment of it. You felt yourself being driven closer and closer to the edge, your climax building inside of you. He seemed to sense it, his thumb finding that spot once more, stroking in time with his thrusts.
You felt something within you snap, like a kettle overflowing, the steam escaping into the air. The pleasure washed over you, a wave of ecstasy that left you gasping for breath, clutching his shoulders.
He smiled, his lips colliding with yours, his pace was faltering, his breathing becoming labored. You had never learned exactly what happens next, about how things end. Your body tensed, unsure of what would happen, but he continued moving, holding your heated body close to his.
He let out a groan, his thrusts growing faster, deeper. You gasped at his roughness, the intensity in his movements, skin slapping against skin.
Suddenly, he tensed, pressing himself deep inside you. There was an odd warmth, something foreign that spread throughout your body. But you didn't mind it, it felt right, almost comforting.
His hands cupped your cheeks, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot against your skin.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice a husky whisper.
You nodded, giving him a smile. "Yes, I'm fine," You replied, your fingers brushing his hair out of his face.
He rolled to his side, bringing you with him, you let out a soft little laugh as you snuggled into his warm embrace.
You lay there in silence, enjoying the closeness, the warmth of his skin against yours. It was a feeling you knew you would never tire of.
"Is it always like this? This... pleasure?" You asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.
He chucked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"One can only hope."
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kinktober day sixteen
double penetration vocalracha x fem!reader warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, face sitting, anal fingering, unprotected p in v & a, lots of praising, first time 3some. 1.3k words (tried a new writing style of going back and forth between present and past lmk if u hate it)
you were sprawled out on top of seungmin’s bed trying to remember the steps as to how you got there.
“y/n, jeongin and i are done with practice if you want to bring takeout over now,” seungmin’s voice said through your phone speaker.
your two boys were kissing, licking, and marking up every inch of your skin. you melted to their touch, unable to think about anything other than them.
“i think we have some wine in the kitchen. we can make our takeout seem a little fancier,” jeongin said, standing up from the makeshift picnic the three of you made on the floor of seungmin’s bedroom.
you’re moved to sit on jeongin's face, his tongue now teasing your entrance and his nose rubbing against your clit. you balance yourself by holding onto the bedframe and arching your back so that seungmin has clear access to prep your ass.
“y/n, truth or dare?” jeongin asks you with a mischievous grin on his face.
seungmin’s long, slender fingers work gently to stretch you out and jeongin sloppily makes out with your cunt. the contrast in their behavior makes you dizzy.
“what are we twelve?” you laugh. “i’m not playing truth or dare.”
jeongin moves his attention to your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud with his soft plush lips. you moan out in overwhelming pleasure as you grind down further onto his face.
“pussy! what do you have to hide, hm?” seungmin teases.
the long list of praises seungmin is whispering into your ear is what finally brings you over the edge.
“okay, truth.”
your legs shake as jeongin continues his assault on your pussy. the overstimulation on your clit plus the feeling of seungmin’s fingers reaching deeper and deeper in spots you’ve never been touched before drives you wild.
“what sexual act is on the top of your bucket list?” jeongin asks.
tears are probably streaming down your face and the noises that pour from your mouth are ineligible. the two work in such a rhythm that you can feel yourself easily coming to the edge again.
“hm.” you pause to think for a second, considering the options before one of your biggest fantasies pops in your head. “a threesome.”
“c-close,” you whimper as you start to grind down on jeongin’s face again.
the two boys' eyes go wide. “with two boys, two girls, or one of each?” seungmin wonders aloud.
seungmin pulls his fingers out and grabs you by your hips, lifting you off jeongin’s face. you whine at the lost of contact.
“depends who it’s with, i think.”
seungmin assist you in planting you knees firmly on either side of jeongin’s hips. jeongin grabs the base of his cock and lines it up with your entrance. he teases your clit with his tip before taking hold of your hips, above where seungmin’s hands are placed, and helps you sink down onto his cock fully.
“hypothetically, you did one with me,” jeongin starts. “would you want another girl or guy?”
seungmin removes his hands from your hips and uses one to gently push your body flat against jeongin’s. jeongin starts to plant kisses along the side of your face and forehead and rub circles on your back as seungmin spreads your cheeks open and teases your hole with his cock.
“you already asked a question,” you say, turning to seungmin. “truth or dare?”
seungmin gently pushes himself into your ass, rubbing soothing circles onto your hips with his thumb. jeongin continues to run his fingers gently up and down your back and whispers soft praises into your ear.
“truth,” he says with a smile.
“you’re doing so great for us, y/n,” seungmin praises you from behind.
“since we’re on the topic of threesomes, say your girlfriend wants to have one with you and another guy, your pick. who are you picking?”
you moan into jeongin’s chest. the combination of praises pouring from their mouths and being so full of them has you drifting off into what feels like a dream.
“easy, jeongin,” he says with no hesitation. “we’ve done it before.”
“let us know when we can move, love,” jeongin says, running his fingers through your hair.
“what the fuck?” you almost spit out the sip of wine you were taking.
“move, please,” you whisper. “slowly.”
“jeongin ex-girlfriend,” seungmin says, grabbing another egg roll from the box. “you remember her, right? she wanted to try it, we did it, it was fun.”
jeongin moves first, pressing his hips down into the mattress and slowly back up. you feel dizzy. seungmin places a soft hold on your hips and helps to bring you back up so your back is pressed against his chest.
“are you kidding me?”
“you’re doing great, baby. i’m gonna move now, okay?” seungmin whispers in your ear.
“it was kinda fun, actually. i’d kill to do it again honestly,” jeongin laughs and lays flat on his back on the floor of the bedroom.
seungmin moves slowly, spreading your cheeks so he can see himself moving in and out of your tight hole. the feeling of the two moving in a rhythm has you moaning like crazy. they move opposite of each other so you’re never left feeling empty. your eyes roll back in your head when jeongin moves one of his hands to your clit and gently rubs small circles.
you laugh awkwardly, the air feels a bit more tense than it did a couple minutes ago. seungmin’s eyes dart back and forth between you and jeongin.
“god, you feel heavenly,” jeongin groans as he slowly starts to quicken the pace of his hips.
“if you’re implying what i think you’re implying, i need to be a hell of a lot more drunk to consider it,” you say softly.
your head is thrown back, resting on seungmin’s shoulder, and mouth agape. moans and cries pouring from your mouth, the pleasure becoming overwhelming.
“what,” jeongin sits back up. “i wasn’t. i-”
“faster, please.” your voice coming to nothing more than a whisper, it would take more strength than you had in your body to produce anything more.
“i was,” seungmin laughs. “i was eyeing the two of you. but i was kidding, sort of.”
the two boys listen, both speeding up their pace. you notice that seungmin’s is more consistent that jeongin’s and that the younger is also starting to fall apart like you.
“i mean- it would be nice to hear if all the hype of ‘how good you are in bed’ is true,” you say to seungmin, nervously playing with your bottom lip.
you feel yourself coming closer to the edge again. you balance yourself by placing your hands on jeongin’s stomach, clawing at his defined abs.
“and if you are as dominate as you say you are,” you tease jeongin. “because i don’t believe it.”
“faster, faster, faster,” you whine and the boys begin snapping their hips into you. the sounds of skin slapping, jeongin whimpering below you, and seungmin groaning in your ear drive you wild.
seungmin erupts into laughter and jeongin stares at you with a blank expression on his face. “i am! i am!” he pouts.
“y/n, i’m gonna cum,” jeongin whines. “cum with me please.”
“oh yeah? prove it.”
the sounds of jeongin begging send you over the edge. as your orgasm takes over your body, your vision goes white and your whole body starts to shake. the boys continue to thrust into you until they both finish, filling you like you’ve never been before. seungmin rubs his hands up and down your arms and whispers praises into your ear. your breathing returns to a regular pace and you can feel yourself coming back down from the high.
“i was right, innie,” you giggle breathlessly.
this is prolly one of my favs so far lol
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