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mariclerc · 1 month ago

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Jealousy and friendship | cl16 & mv1

Summary: where one of your best friends' girlfriend suspect things between the three of you.

Warning: a little angst, shy reader, Alexandra's and Kelly's mention, fluff and happy ending. (if you like ASM I'm sorry)

a/n: let me know if you liked this!!

You've known Max and Charles for a couple of years now - or rather, since they were competing in international karting back in 2009 or so, when they were 12 and you were 10 year old. You always liked motor racing and every now and then you went with your father to karting races and that's where you met them, they were like two peas in a pod, they went everywhere together, and even though they had some problems on the track, they forgave each other off it.

You've been through it all together, from the good times to the bad, you and Max were by Charles' side in his worst and saddest moments, just like you and Charles were by Max's side trying to defend him from Jos's abuse and so on. There were times when their old girlfriends would think that they had something with you or there were also some of them who didn't care that much, let's say, since you and Charles went to Max's house once a week to spend time with him or to play with his cats, and you and Max did the same with Charles and that coexistence that you had had not brought problems... Until now...

You are back in the paddock for the Singapore grand prix, you hadn't been to the paddock for a while because you were a bit busy with work and so on, but the boys adore you and let's say they needed your presence with them, so each one of them sent a pass to their respective team so you could spend time with one and the other. The people in the paddock adore you, the fans call you Max and Charles' "lucky charm" because of all the times you've been in the paddock, things have gone well for them and it actually makes you laugh a little, since you don't consider yourself like that.

“I'm so happy to be back here.” you say walking through the paddock with Kelly and little Penelope. Kelly has been understanding of the situation between you, Max and Charles, as she knows you are very close and doesn't mind you two going to visit Max at their house. “Oh, I missed the paddock a lot!”

Kelly smiled as she held Penelope's little hand. “I know honey, the boys missed you too. Do you know what it's like to deal with Max going to Ferrari hospitality only for Charles to give him a hug because you're not with them? It's a big mess!” she says and you let out a shy giggle while blushing.

“Oh please, I don't think it was that bad.” you say in a low voice while giggling.

While you were walking you didn't notice an upset Alexandra heading towards you two, she doesn't really like the idea of you and Max going to Charles' house, just as she doesn't like that you are Charles' best friend... Let's just say she doesn't like sharing Charles's attention with anyone else, or even fans.

She approaches you aggressively. “Excuse me, but what the hell are you doing here?” Alexandra says with fury in her voice.

“Uh... I came because Max and Charles invited me... It's nothing serious.” you say a little startled for her presence and attitude.

She scoffs. “Yeah, sure. It's like you want to always be a third wheel for them.” she rolled her eyes.

“That's... That's not true, we've been friends forever.” you say with a little bit of pain in your voice.

Kelly tries to join in on the conversation. “Alex I think you're being a little... Aggressive with y/n, there's no need to get all down on her, she's just supporting her friends and that's it.” she says, shrugging her shoulders. “I don't see anything wrong with it.”

Suddenly Alex starts screaming and creating a scene around you three. “You know something? I'm tired of you trying to get between Charles and me, trying to steal his attention from me and those are things that only a slutty little bitch does.” she says with her words full of poison towards you.

You never thought that being so close with your best friends was going to be seen that way, besides Kelly was always very open to you and Charles being around Max constantly, but Alex? It was a different case, she was always jealous of you and Max since the very first minute.

Tears form in your eyes. “I'm... I'm not trying to do anything, I just love being around them, they're my friends.” you say softly. “I didn't mean to cause any problem, I'm sorry... I- I can leave the track if you want.” you say in a whisper, almost turning around to leave the paddock.

Suddenly you see both Charles and Max coming walking towards where you three are.

“Hey, what's wrong here?” says Charles a little concerned.

Alex fake smiles at Charles. “Oh, nothing honey, just that she's causing trouble again, you know, it's nothing new.” she smiles cynically and hugs him tightly. “We can go get something to eat before practice.”

You shake your head. “That's not true.” you say shyly.

Charles tries to calm the situation. “Come on, let's just talk about this, okay?” he says as he separates himself from Alex.

Max clicks his tongue. “Kelly, what really happened?” he asks Kelly.

Kelly smiles. “Y/n and I were walking with P when Alex arrived a little bit hysterical to say accusations about y/n and the friendship she has with you two.”

Alex continued with her dramatic rant. “She's always trying to get close to Max too! It's like she's so fucking obsessed with both of you.”

Max stands in front of you to protect you. “Hey, hey, leave her alone Alex. She's not doing anything bad to you, is she?”

Charles nodded at Max's words. “Exactly, leave her alone, she can walk around the paddock whenever she wants.”

Alex's jaw drops. “You're defending her?”

“But of course I do, she's my best friend.” Charles said with a smile on his face.

Apparently Alex didn't like Charles's answer because she went straight to the Ferrari hospitality without saying another word to him, which is an unchildish attitude on her part. You just wanted to enjoy the weekend in the paddock, but it seems the universe had other plans for you...

***

It's been like two weeks since the Singapore GP and the start of an autumn break from racing, which meant you would spend more time with the boys... Which the three of you had already been doing, the three of you had already gone out to eat and so on, what did seem strange and weird to you was that neither Alex nor Kelly were with them, as was usual, which seemed quite strange and unusual to you...

One day the boys were in your apartment enjoying an afternoon of gossip and pastries, something typical that you usually do when you have free time, to catch up on the lives of each other.

You sighed. “Guys I have to apologize for what happened at Singapore, I mean... I know it's not my fault but I feel like it is.” you say softly.

Charles smiled shyly. “Honey it's not your fault, Alex is... Pretty dramatic, let's put it this way, but it doesn't matter, you didn't do anything wrong.” he said softly.

“Plus now you'll have us all the time because we broke up with our girlfriends!” Max said with a smile, causing you to choke (almost) on a croissant.

“What?! But how?” you said, you were speechless, I mean, you swore that Max and Kelly were going to last a lifetime because they were raising Penelope together, about Charles and Alex you kept your opinions to yourself.

Charles sighed and Max spoke.

“Well, Kelly and I were on good terms, she was quite understanding, to be honest.” he said and you looked at him. “We decided to keep them as friends because of Penelope, and that's fine!”

You smiled at Max's words. “That's very good! And you Charles? What happened between you two?” you subtly asked the Monegasque, who blushed a little and scratched the back of his neck.

“Well... In my case... Alex and I broke up because... Ugh, how do I say this...” he murmured rather timidly.

You frown. “Say what, Charlie?” you asked him softly and shyly.

He sighed again. “We broke up because... I confessed to her that I'm bi.” he said and looked at you all flustered. “And let's just say she didn't take it very well... She started screaming at me that I was just playing with her and that it was all a lie. She started saying that she was going to defame me.”

You look at him and give him a smile, is it really unexpected? Quite a bit, but maybe not that much since it's undeniable the way he sometimes looks at Max. Likewise you are happy because he is embracing his identity.

“Oh charlie, you're so brave sweetheart, I'm so proud of you!” you smiled and hugged him tightly. “It's a shame she didn't take it well... In the end, it's her loss.”

He smiled, feeling a little relaxed. “Yeah, I know. Max told me the same thing, but I'm still happy that you guys are so kind towards me.”

Max chuckled. “Don't worry, besides, you are very brave for embracing your truth.” he said while smiling and you nodded.

“Exactly Charles, you're doing the right thing!” you said.

There was a little bit of silence as you ate your delicious desserts, then Max decided to break that silence.

“So, what do you think?” he said as he looked at you and Charles at the same time.

You blushed. “What do you mean?” you asked Max.

Max smirked. “You know what I mean, beste.” (darling)

Suddenly Charles joined the fun.

“Yeah, what do you think about us, y/n?” he says while smiling.

You laughed while blushing. “I think you're both crazy... But in a good way, of course.”

“Or... Maybe we're just perfect for each other.” Charles says teasingly.

Max agrees. “Yeah, maybe.”

You smile. “We'll see...”

***

After a couple of days both you and Charles moved practically all your things to Max's penthouse, the three of you wanted to give a chance to what would be a polyamorous relationship between the three of you which excites you and scares you at the same time.

They have also told you that you have nothing to worry about since you have been friends for a long time and this is just a plus in your relationship.

You smiled while looking at Charles and Max. “I can't believe we're actually living together!”

Charles' smiles too. “I know, right? It's like a dream come true.” he said while sighing contently.

”Yeah, it's been great so far.” says Max while nodding.

You blushed at the thought of feeling so shy and nervous around them. “I'm just a little nervous about everything... But these last few days have been great!” you say softly. “Max’s penthouse has never felt so cozy!” you say in a whisper and Max rolls his eyes playfully.

Charles' hold your hand softly. “Don't be nervous. We're here for you!”

Max smiled. “Yeah, we'll help you with anything you need. Don't worry, you don't have to feel that way, we've been together several times already.” Max said very confidently.

Suddenly, Jimmy and Sassy jump up onto the kitchen counter, knocking over a bowl of cat food. You and Charles burst out laughing while Max scolds Jimmy and Sassy for jumping on the counter.

Max runs to the kitchen to scold the cats. “My god... Hey! Get down from there!”

You burst out laughing. “Oh my god, those little troublemakers!”

Charles join you in the laughter. “They're so cute... when they're not being mischievous, obviously.”

Max picked up his cats off the counter. “Come on, you two. Go to your tower, eat, I don't know, but don't break anything!”

As Max carries the cats away from the kitchen, you and Charles continue to laugh in his way of scolding and punishing his cats.

“You know, you're really good with animals.” Charles tells you with a touch of mischief in his voice.

You blushed. “Thank you charlie. I just love them! Especially Jimmy and Sassy... But when they're not tearing up the penthouse.” you giggled.

Charles smiles. “Maybe we should call you "The Cat Whisperer". Because you are very good with them.”

“Stop it!” you laughed while blushing.

Suddenly Max returns to the kitchen after having fought with Sassy and Jimmy.

“Okay, the little beasts are calm now!”

You smiled. “Good! I was starting to worry.”

Charles giggled at your concern for the cats. “You're such a caring person.”

You blush a lot, it's something you usually do, especially around those two.

“You guys are so sweet!” you giggled softly.

Max smiled. “We know, darling. That's why we love you!”

You hug them and realize that this is where your heart belongs — with your boys, no matter what people think or what they want to say, what matters is how the three of you feel about each other. And even though sometimes they are a little unbearable and all that, they are always there for you just like you are there for them.

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ncroissant · 8 months ago

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can you do more sub Francis mosses??

WANT THAT MAN TO BE FILLED TO THE BRIM AND WHIMPERING SKBDJDBDJC

sub! francis mosses x gn! reader

summary: making lots of milk with francis

wc: 1.8k

content warning: nsfw, lactation, francis in lingerie, feminization, milking, nipple play, overstimulation, dirty talk, porn with no plot, anal, cock can be seen as a strap, mention of cunt

author's note: thank u for the ask, anon :)) I LOVEEEE SUB FRANCIS guys. idk why this was so filthy. like i started writing this with no ideas and a dream (to finish this fanfic). anyways hope u enjoy this, ily guys !! not proof read, minors pleaseee dni !!

if you ever wondered how milk was made, here's how.

there sat your boyfriend in his cow-printed lingerie, all collared up, looking up at you with a bashful expression. his cock was painfully hard, barely contained in his panties.

"feel s'full, dovie..." francis moaned, squeezing his thighs together. he squirmed in his seat, barely containing himself. "milk me?"

he looked up at you with a seemingly innocent expression, but made such a lewd request with his hands cupping at his big chest. you tugged him by this leash, bringing him to his knees on the floor.

"you were so shy when you started making milk," you tugged at his nipple through the bra, slightly soaking the fabric with his milk. "now look at you. always looking so forward to making it f'me," you chuckled at the desperate look at his face.

"m-mhm, wanna make lots of milk for you, hngh...!" he nodded desperately, biting his lower lip to suppress his moans. his hands gripped at his knees, his bottom shaking in anticipation.

you took both nubs between your fingers, rubbing them. "just for me? did you forget this milk's for your neighbors, hm?" you tugged upwards again, making his eyes cross and his teeth grit in pleasure.

"hnghk!"

almost immediately, milk started to leak from his chest, spilling down the sides of his body. you slid the bucket by his waist, letting the droplets roll in.

"this is more than usual, francie," you peered into the bucket seeing a substantial amount of milk in the bucket already. "think i needa drink the leftover, yeah?"

you leaned over, lip pressed against the bra, looking up at his flushed face. his lower lip was quivering and you could hear the thumping of his heartbeat through his chest. "m'kay, hmmngh..."

you latched your lips around the fabric, sucking out the milk that drenched his bralette. your other hand slipped under to toy with his perky nipple.

you slid the fabric off his bouncy chest, admiring the pinkness of his nubs, soaked in his own milk. "oooghh...! t-there's so much, 's so, mmnGHH! so wet, so wet, nnnggh!"

"that's all you honey, taste so sweet f'me," milk was dripping of your chin as you sucked on his sopping wet nipple while pinching the other one.

you could visibly see francis' cock twitching in his cute, little panties at your words, humping the air as you suckled and toyed with his nubs. "aaaagh, 's really c-coming out, hGHK!"

whatever you just did made milk squirt out of his nipples, the substance spraying all over him and into your mouth. you looked up at him while you gulped the substance, fondling his free nipple soothingly.

"didn't know you could do that, honey," you pulled off his nipple with a pop, smirking up at him. he was slumped against the bed, cum sticking to his panties. "lots of milk down here too," you chuckled, rubbing your thumb over his slit through the fabric.

"h-hnnngh! s-sticky...feels, ngh, sticky, dovie..." francis pouted, grinding his bulge against your fingers for friction.

you tugged at his leash to ease his antsy behavior, a moan escaping his lips from the pressure around his neck. "none of that. such a slutty little boy, so eager to be milked, hm?" you cooed, feigning innocence.

he had little tears in his eyes, frowning at the way you scolded him. "'m sorry, dovie. jus' wanna cum lots for you, hm?" he leaned closer, his bottom lip puffed out and soaked.

"you're so pretty, honey. look so pretty in your panties," you continued to rub his slit, as francis collapsed into your hold. "y'gonna keep these on f'me, hm?" you began to stroke at his length, tilting your head down to see him shivering.

"unghh...uh-huh...'m gonna, gnnghh, gonna be good for you," he mindlessly babbled, nodding his head. the way you complimented him made his head swirl and his chest feel fuzzy.

"mhm, always such a pretty boy f'me. always such a good listener," you cooed, tugging his cock through the leg of his panties, stroking faster than before.

francis nodded, eyes rolled back with spit dripping down his lips. "mnngh, mhm...feels so good, dovie," his hand was pressed against your chest in attempts to stabilize himself.

"y'gonna give me lots of milk, right? my pretty princess gonna give me lots of milk, hm?" you squeezed the base of his cock, rubbing with more force.

he squeezed his eyes shut, still nodding at your words. his eyebrows furrowed, concentrating on cumming for you. "h-hnnGH, o-oh, might cum soon...! f-feel it c-coming, 'm cummin! oooghhHHH! cumming!" he moaned, shaking his head.

cum splattered on your shirt and his tummy as you slowed your hand. francis breathed heavily against you, little tears slipping down the sides of his face. "s-so, ghhh...good...."

"feeling alright, honey?" your hands slithered down to his waist, rubbing at his sensitive hips. he bucked them, twitching in your grasp.

"m-more, dovie, ngh...there's still lots of, m-milk left, please," he pleaded, weakly looking at you with tears in his eyes. he wanted you to milk him dry, until he couldn't walk anymore.

you smiled, pinching on his sides playfully. "on your hands 'n knees, honey."

he immediately knew what you meant, quickly getting into place. from the angle you were looking at him from, you could see his erect cock pressed against his flushed tummy and his outline of his balls in his all too tight panties.

"you're so cute, francie," you fondled his balls, making him squirm at your touch.

he groaned, lips pursed into an 'o' at the action. "o-oghhhh...t-there's no milk in there, ngh," he protested, his hips shaking at the way you groped him.

"there's a ton of milk in here. look," you squeezed his balls, cum squirting out of his dick into the bucket you skillfully placed underneath of him.

"HNNNGHK!"

he hated how embarrassingly loud the high-pitched squeal he let out was. he felt like the entire apartment complex could hear the way his moans. but it's not like he minded, he wanted every one to know how good you were making him feel.

"look at you squirting like a pretty princess today, huh francie? such a cute little hole here," you toyed with his slit, making him jolt.

he came three times in such a short amount of time, but he still had more in him. "look at how this one's throbbing for something in here," you removed your hand from his cock to circle your thumb around his pulsing hole.

it was a pretty shade of pink, fucked into so many times that it was basically vertical like a cunt. you rolled your thumb over the wetness of his hole, slipping it in teasingly.

"h-hnk! w-want your cock in here, dovie..." he shook his hips slightly, pressing his backside into your finger to dig deeper than it currently was.

you smirked at his pleading expression, pulling your thumb in. he whined at the emptiness, but squealed out a moan when your pointer and middle fingers plunged back into his hole.

"o-oonngh! s-so deep...!" he threw his head back, eyes rolled to the back of his head.

your fingers jammed so deeply that they just barely nudged his prostate, making him squeal from the sensation. he felt tingles all over his body, blood rushing to the tips of his toes.

"this loose cunt doesn't need preppin', huh? 's soakin' in here," you teased, rubbing the tip of your fingers against that special spot. you were knuckles deep in his hole, he was more than ready.

"i-i can, unngh! take it, dovie! p-prepped myself before, hnnnggGHH!"

you pulled out roughly, spanking his ass roughly with your free hand. you quickly pulled your cock out, stroking it with your slick-covered hand. "of course you would expect more than just milking, greedy boy."

"'m sorry, dovie, i-i jus', ooOGH!"

francis threw his head back, he could see stars when your cock pressed deeply into his cunt. he tightened around you, sucking you in deeper.

you paid no mind to his whimpered, thrusting into him wildly. his jaw went slack, tongue spilling out of his mouth coating his saliva. spit dripped down his chin as his head shook every time you thrusted back into him.

"such a needy little princess. so greedy for my cock, huh?" you tugged harshly at the leash, making him tense up from the pressure around his throat.

he was panting like a dog, but being milked like a cow. he came for the fourth time, squirting all over the ground, completely missing his designated bucket.

"oooNNGH! s-so, fuck, deep!" he mewled out, hearted thumping out of his chest from all the pleasure he was feeling. his tip was throbbing red, tired from cumming so much. but the cum bubbling in his tummy made him think otherwise.

as you tugged at his collar, your free hand reached down to fondle with his nipple. there was still milk spilling out of his tits, dripping down to his tummy, mixing with his cum.

"hnnNGHK! yesyesyes, c-cum in me dovie, please! hnnghh!" he babbled, as you rutted into his cum-filled hole. you cummed long before but he didn't notice until he was filled to the brim with your seed.

you continued to fuck cum deep into his tummy, so deeply that you could see the outline of your cock. "f-fuck, you're so needy today, honey," you grunt, squeezing his tit.

"trained these tits so well. milkin' so much f'me now," you flicked his buds, milk spilling out. this was the second time he squirted from his nipples in one night.

you were slowly losing stamina, despite cumming less than francis. francis was fully fucked with your cum, but still had so much left in him. his breasts were filled with milk and cock still begging for more release.

his mind was so hazy, face flushed from the endless orgasms. you pulled out of his hole, watching the cum seep out. it filled his inner walls generously, so much that it was dripping down his inner thighs.

"n-no! why'd you, hnghh, pull out, dovie?" he whined, shuffling back to stuff himself full of your cock.

when he sat on your cock, even more cum spilled out, dripping on the floor. you roughly sat him down on your lap, his back pressed against your chest.

francis started to grind his hips against your cock, but you shook your head. "no moving honey," you growled, fingers gripping at his hips to still his movements to force him to cock warm you. he really thought he could get away with breaking the rules.

"no...moving, hngh?"

your nails slightly scratched against his chest, little to no milk squirting out now. he almost out of milk. unfortunately for him, as revenge, when you regain your stamina, you wouldn't give him a break.

francis was in for a long night of milking.

#francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #sub francis mosses #milkman #that's not my neighbour #that's not my neighbor #thats not my neighbor #x reader #smut #ncrescent asks

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rowretro · 9 months ago

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𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮

✧warnings: fluff, nth much else ig? jelly rikiki

❁synopsis: Riki loves y/n's creativity. She has been creating her halloween outfit for months and it's stunning, Riki finds it beautiful, but he just loathes the idea of taking her to a party full of hormonal assholes with her wearing something so stunning...

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"Babe- why can't we just stay home and watch a scary movie in our comfortable clothes?" Riki asked as he stared at y/n. "Why not?... oh my god do I look bad???" Y/n asked as Riki instantly shook his head "Heck no babe- you look so fucking beautiful. I just.. want to spend more time with you y'know?" he reasoned as the girl pouted. She stared at her reflection in the mirror.

She tried to go with a more siren/mermaid style this year. a short silk dress that she decorated with many iridescent materials, her makeup matching the chrome palette of her outfit, with sequin shells stuck on, hair done accordingly. Her outfit topped off with heels people struggle to even walk in, and jewelry.

"I look so good today... we have to go babe- Halloween parties are the slayest of all parties!" She said with a smile as Riki eyed her one last time before heaving a sigh. She was breath takingly beautiful, and she had that sweet sweet smile he adores with all his heart. How could he reject your offer?. "Fine... get in the car sweetheart" he simply said as he pressed a button on his car keys.

Upon arriving at the party, it was no surprise that most girls were dressed in fairly 'slutty' clothes, all creative one way or another. Almost all couples were matching, for example Devil and angel, which Riki and Y/n would've done way better. Meanwhile, Riki was a vampire, and his sweet girlfriend? a siren. She definitely slayed the look.

At first it was annoying, with all the looks and compliments she kept getting. Then it just got 10 times worse, because of the looks ad compliments she was getting. God he hated it, he hated how unhinged these boys were and how clueless she was. One even had the audacity to ask her out ?! That was his last straw.

"Riki- riki wait- ur gonna make me fall and snap my ankle!" She whimpered as the male stopped. He turned around as he stared directly at Y/n "im sorry... I just can't help it, I know you worked so hard and long on your outfit and god you look fucking gorgeous. If only you fucking knew how pretty you are... but sadly all the wrong people can see your beauty, and it's pissing me off! I hate them staring at you!" Riki finally let out

He was caught off guard when he saw the way she laughed "What you find this funny? Ugh Goddamit babe-" "No no no- honey, no- it's just, you're jealous... you're so cute when you're jealous..." y/n said as Riki rolled his eyes, his arms pulling her into his chest, "You seriously like this?... whatever- lets go home and snuggle... I wanna watch a nice horror movie w you" he said as he rested his forehead against hers

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yanderefarm · 24 days ago

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Emil and Nephite me underrated loves

How do you think they’d both react to like extreme dirty talk outside of the bedroom? Like whispering filthy things into their ears when they’re supposed to be doing something (ie, Emil attending to kingly duties and Nephite helping at the church)

Also can I be 🐙 anon?

cw;; public sex, dirty talk, religion, omegaverse

this is so funny I've talked to you several times already now but i hadn't done this request yet. the same is true for mousey.

"you look so good tonight."

you allow emil to lead your body through the dance, your attention far more focused on the way his cravat made his chest pop. he can clearly tell you're distracted but he just smirks instead of commenting on your lingering eye.

"i appreciate that. you look exquisite yourself."

he turns you both as the other couples do so, the dance is light and relatively easy. your hand takes the opportunity to grip his muscles firmly, earning a choked breath from your husband.

"oh oops. is that where i grabbed you last night?"

his smile widened devilishly, a smile that made normal people tremble.

"yes, i believe so."

"what were we doing again..."

you heard his breath hitch.

"riiiight~" you squeezed the bruise again. "i was fucking you stupid."

"... dear."

he says it like a warning but you know it's empty.

"you looked so pretty and slutty with drool and cum dripping down your stupid face."

"(y/n)."

"your outfit would look even better stained in my cum too wouldn't it?"

his ears were burning and his golden hair fell further into his eyes like it was naturally trying to hide his embarrassment.

"can't wait til this stupid party is over... you're gonna gag on my cock like you love."

"please."

his dancing slowed as it became harder to move.

"please?"

".... i need you."

"we're at a party."

"i don't care."

you smiled and leaned your head against his chest. "I'll be nice and fuck your face after this dance. dirty slut."

that song seemed to last forever.

———

god, this cult event is so boring. nephite, your beautiful wife, is completely enraptured by the elder's words. and of course he had to pick the seats at the front so you had no hope of sneaking out. you let out another sigh, the third in as many minutes, before laying your head on your wife's shoulder.

"honey... I'm trying to pay attention."

he whispered like a scolding parent. you leaned your head the other way a pout on your lips. you heard the elder say something like "you need to let him come inside."

"that's what she said." you whispered to your wife with a little smile.

"what she said?? honey, im trying to listen."

he brushed you off again but instead of getting dejected you decided to tease him. make him regret picking the front row seats.

"y'know... like she wants him to cum inside~"

you watched your wife's cheeks burn a bright pink but he folded his lips pressing them tight against his teeth. oh he was gonna try to ignore you.

"y'know like last night... you begged for me to cum inside~"

your hand traveled from behind his back to brush across his thigh. you could see him jump his blush spreading further.

"you like it when he cums inside huh? filthy boy~"

"stop-"

he squeaked loud enough to draw some eyes to you two but you quickly pulled away from him and acted like you weren't even near him. luckily the deaf old man on the stage didn't notice. once the eyes wandered back to being bored you closed in around your wife again.

"don't be noisy... you want them to know you're being a perv in this sacred place?"

"y-you-! you're-you're the one being a p-perv!"

people looked at him again this time you pulled him closer to your chest and gave them a look to say you were sorry he was being noisy.

"c'mon, honey. be quiet or i won't cum inside when we're done."

you watched the dichotomy between his face looking at you incredulously and his thighs rubbing together.

"we could leave early... we could go to the bathroom. wanna sit here with my cum trailing down your thighs? your neck all marked and messy... your poor c-"

"please. please. (y/n), please."

you could see tears forming in his eyes as his face was completely red.

"please what?"

"wanna go home."

you smiled, proud of yourself.

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queers-gambit · 1 year ago

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When The World Seems So Cruel

prompt: ( requested ) Billy knows something's bothering his girl, so, he follows his instincts and checks on her - family, friends, and slutty cheerleaders in bikinis be damned.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 5.1k+

warnings: cursing, smut 'cause why not, boys being assholes 'cause they're losers, misogyny, toxic / abusive / neglectful family, description of background violence, angst, did Cherry really write it if there wasn't a helluva lot of projection and need for revocation of internet access?

"Miss Cahill? I'm sorry to interrupt," you half-smiled at your math professor, "but I was just wondering if you still had my test? I never got mine back."

"Right," she cleared her throat, glancing around your body to see most of the class empty at that point. "I wanted to talk to you about that," she paused to pull out your test from a manilla folder. "I was very shocked to grade this under your name, honey, you're usually such a well-focused and high-achievin' student, I mean, you're on track for the Nat Scholarship! So, to see this... Was shockin', it's... Not your best work," she winced, handing the packet over.

You blinked in shock, frowning as anxiety mounted in your chest when you saw the glaring F in red marker. You mumbled in embarrassment, "I guess I've just been off my game..."

"Honey," Miss Cahill sighed in her light country accent, leaning on her desk with both fists so your eyes met hers, "I can always tell when one of my students is goin' through somethin' at home."

You froze, shaking your head, "No, no, it's not... It's not so bad."

"What's goin' on?"

You shrugged, "I've just been... Really tired," you decided on excusing, hoping beyond hope it was enough.

It wasn't, of course it wasn't. Miss Cahill just sighed and offered, "I can let you retake the test next week - but only after you go see the guidance counselor."

"Right... Um, yeah, okay, yeah, sounds good; um, thanks, Miss Cahill."

You made an escape, distracted by the third failing test you received this week; nearly barreling straight into a meaty, solid chest. "Woah, hey, no need to run 'round lookin' for the man of your dreams, I'm right here, doll," Billy teased, hands grabbing your upper arms to steady you. "What's got you inna rush, baby? You know I pick you up after this class."

You smiled in brief distraction, "Yeah, sorry, baby, I was just thinking about this essay coming up. Hi," you offered, stretching up on your toes to kiss him in greeting. "How're you?"

He half-smirked, "I'm good, you know Mr. Brunson's got a stick up his ass as usual."

"Mhm. As usual, and totally has nothing to do with you provoking him," you teased, latching onto his waist as you shoved your test deep in your shoulder-bag. You neared his locker, and you managed to choke out, "Hey, um... Y-You wanna get outta here?"

Billy offered you a look of mild confusion, smirking with a strange laugh, "You wanna ditch school?"

"Maybe."

"Why?"

"I'm just tired," you offered meekly, "I feel like I haven't slept in a week."

Billy lead you up to his locker, hand on your waist to keep you close as he mused, "This feels like a setup."

"It's not, I promise."

He yanked the metal door open, "Uh-huh. You told me when I met you that I'd have to practically kidnap you to get you to skip class. Huh? 'Member all that? All them lectures you gave me 'bout the importance of goin' t'class if I wanna do anything after this shithole?"

"Yeah, but things change, Bee."

Billy's face dropped, shoving his books into his open locker before turning, leaning his shoulder on the locker next to his, arms crossed as he stared at you. "What's wrong?" He questioned sharply.

"Billy, I'm just tired."

"No, it's something else. What's wrong? What's goin' on?"

You sighed, "You know what? It's okay, nevermind, I actually promised Eddie that I'd help him make those banners for SGA during lunch today, so," you glanced around, "I'm gonna go."

"Nah, baby, hol' up, I ain't mean - "

"I know, handsome," you promised softly, nodding as you reached for his waist to give a squeeze and keep him close. "I just forgot I told a friend I'd help them out, so, I'll just see you after, yeah?"

One hand rose to pet over your cheek, sighing, "You sure you're good? You don't look okay, sugar."

"I'm good," you nodded, deflating into his embrace and hearing him chuckle. "I'm just stretched thin this week, probably shouldn't make promises to my delinquent friends with all the college drama to worry about."

"What'd Munson do this time to only get banner-duty? Huh?"

"Probably got caught skipping or something," you mumbled against his pectoral; inhaling the scent of his mall-bought cologne and finding it a refreshing change from the CVS-brand he used when you first met. "School did something right by makin' everyone in detention serve the SGA for all their shit."

"Definitely got me to shape up," he joked, pecking the top of your head before finishing, "but I mostly missed out on time with you."

"Hey... I was thinking, maybe I can come over this weekend? Keep Max company, maybe keep Neil at bay? Can have a sleepover, too, if you want."

Now Billy's head cocked and his expression hardened, "The fuck you wanna come over for? You know how tense shit gets - "

"Billy."

"Nah, you're not makin' sense, pretty girl," he snapped, pulling back to stare down at you. "What's going on with you? You don't wanna be at home or something? The fuck's goin' on that's so bad you'd rather be at my place?"

You felt tongue tied, but the bell rang shrilly and literally saved you from needing to answer. "Shit, I gotta run, baby. I'll find you later, okay?" You promised, lifting onto your toes to kiss him, promising, "I love you."

He frowned, grumbling, "Yeah, love you, too." He watched you vacate the hall, his mind basically going blank to all other thought beside you. The entire lunch period, he sat on the hood of his car, chain smoking, wondering where he went wrong; what he did to upset you; what could be going on and most importantly, why you couldn't say anything to him about it.

However, after lunch, Billy found you in the library's designated SGA room and thought you appeared ten times as relaxed, laughing with Eddie Munson. When the punk caught Billy's eye, he nodded in respect; gesturing for you to look, and your head turned with a smile. You parted from Eddie and trotted up to Billy, feeling relieved when he grabbed you in a possessive hold; searing his lips to yours.

"Hi," you giggled.

"You seem happy."

"Kinda hard to be in a bad mood around Eddie."

"I can see," he lead you away. He wanted to bring back up about whatever was bothering you, but didn't; fearing ruining your joyful mood. Instead, his fingers just tangled with yours and you entered history together.

What should've been a decently peaceful class turned into a state of confusion for you and Billy when the intercom kicked on, the front office asking for your presence with the principal. Billy glared at the speaker box as you cast him a look of doubt, both confused by the summons; being all too used to them calling his name instead. All of history passed miserably; Billy alone without his favorite person to keep him on track and becoming antsy the longer you were gone. When you didn't return by the end of class, he grabbed anything you left and begrudgingly went to the last two classes of the day.

When the final bell rang, Billy waited for you at his car for a solid 25 minutes with several cigarettes being burned, but when you still didn't show, he grew worried. So, he stored everything in his Camaro, not needing to worry about his sister because Max got a ride home with her new bestie, Jane, and her father, Jim Hopper, and stormed through the school. Anger radiated off his very being, nearly stomping his steps, and just before he got to the front lobby, he saw you exiting the office.

You didn't notice him at first, and for a moment, Billy thought you were going to hurl whatever was on your stomach as you held a few pieces of paper in shaking hands. "Baby," he called your attention, finding your eyes light up at the sight of him. "The hell's goin' on? You were gone the rest of the day, I got worried."

"Yeah, it was some shit wrong with my college applications, but we got it straightened out," you lied, stepping into his embrace. "I'm sorry I worried you, handsome."

He met your lips in a kiss, promising, "Not your fault. C'mon, day's over, our weekend can start once we get the hell outta here."

"Hmm," you hummed dreamily. "Lemme go to my locker and we can get gone."

Billy didn't mind waiting, and when you were done at your locker, he escorted you to his car; only a few students still lingering after hours. He opened your passenger door, winking at you, then quickly jogged to his side and slid in. "C'mere," he breathed, reaching for your cheek instantly; hand sliding along the back of your neck and bringing you in close.

You moaned when Billy's lips molded to yours; all but instantly salivating when his tongue tangled with your own in a messy dance. You had a few rules about PDA, especially in school; but being in his car was neural territory and Billy needed a way to expel his neediness. Praising God for making today steadily warm and that you wore a skirt, you were ready to cry when Billy's hand came down to grip the meat of your thigh.

"Billy," you rushed when his hand traveled under your skirt to ghost over your panties.

"Nobody's here t'watch," he smirked. "C'mon, lemme do this for you, pretty girl. You don't wanna go home yet, right? Ain't got some curfew?"

"Nope," you surged forward to slam your lips to his, moaning when his hand now confidently pet your panties as your legs spread all the wider to encourage him.

"Good girl," he praised quickly, skimming the apex of your thigh to hook your panties and pull them to the side. "Mhm," he hummed with a cocky smirk, "I knew you liked getting fucked in public. Feel how fuckin' wet you are - shit, Goddamn."

You mewled; tension mounting as you tightened up from the stoking pleasure. "Billy - " You gasped when he plunged his fingers into your cunt, easily sliding in due to your arousal. "Ohhh, fuck," you breathed, eyes shut and mouth agape in pleasure, "needed this - needed this so bad. Just needed you."

"You'll get so much more, baby."

You whimpered, "Now, please. Please, please, please."

He smirked, "Wanna get in the back or ride me, princess? Huh? Tell me what you need."

Your eyes locked with his as you thought it over, but then, you smirked as you readjust the passenger seat and turned so your ass was propped up. It gave him a full view of your messy cunt; panties askew from his previous motions and fluid rubbed all around. Billy reached out with one hand to plunge his pointer and middle finger back into your core, the other wrangling open his belt, button, and jean zipper in frantic movements.

He shimmied from the garments and sat up, following your lead in adjusting his seat. He instantly mounted behind you over the center console, licking his palm and stroking his himself to life as he drug his cockhead up and down your wetness.

Billy reached out to move your panties once more, line himself up, and plunge full-hilt. You gasped and grunted, letting yourself be shoved forward a little to catch on the seat; Billy hissing between his teeth as your warmth enveloped him in a sticky-wetness. "Hang on, doll, ah, fuck, there we go," he chuckled, readjusting his position before starting to move his hips to create the most delicious friction.

"Fuuuuck, Billy!" You whined when he held both your hips with only one hand keeping your panties to the side.

"Needed this, too," he chuckled. "Good girl, fuckin' taking me so well. You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you? Fuck you however I want to, huh? Yeah," he lifted one hand to smack the meat of your bottom, creating a ripple; liking the way you twitched and delivered two more, finishing, "I know my pretty baby would let me do whatever I fucking wanted with her - " he clenched his teeth, hips punctuating his words, "'cause she was fuckin' made for me."

"Yes," you moaned, mind blank from all the previous drama of your day; ready to weep like a bitch in heat, "anything, baby, yes, yes, yes, anything you want."

"Good girl," he laughed ruefully; picking up the pace to fuck you outta your mind as he ensured you felt every throbbing vein of his engorged cock. He chased his own orgasm as you were charged with your own; hand reaching for your clit to start applying pressure in tight circles. "Let me cum in you, sweetheart. C'mon, baby, tell me I can cum in you - in this pretty pussy - in my pretty pussy - lemme fuckin' cum in you."

"Billy, fuck - yes, baby, yes! Yes, harder, please, fuck me harder and you can cum wherever you want."

"Even your ass?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes, anything you want! Fuck my ass full of your cum, please, fuck, I need it! Whatever you want, I need. Please!"

Billy's golden curls stuck to his forehead and neck, entire car rocking with frantic, animalistic movements - but anyone lingering around the school to see it wasn't surprised. Billy felt like he went faster than usual, that he got a little rougher; but he was nearing his end and it was hard to keep pace. When you cried out and legs shook from your flash-bang of an orgasm, he knew you had finished and could focus on his own; never pulling out.

He'd fuck your ass later.

"Fuck!" Billy came with a shout; shooting hot, salty, opaque white ropes of cum into your quivering cunt. He stuttered his hips into the meat of your ass, balls contracting; emptying himself inside you as you relished in the feeling of his warmth flooding your lower belly. He chuckled, mocking, "Might just have to get you off that pill so I can get you fucking pregnant already."

"Whatever Daddy wants."

Billy laughed as he pulled out of you slowly, instantly turning again to crash into his driver seat. You went a little limp but managed to turn over, both panting as the windows were fogged up; but aired out when Billy rolled two down to light up his cigarette. "So," he spoke through his inhale and deep breaths, "you wanna tell me whats wrong now?"

"Hmm?"

"Why're you so distracted? Distant? Even with me?"

You felt panicked by the confrontation, resorting to your last line of defense. "Just dealing with a lot," you answered as your legs spread as wide as you could to start toying with your beaten-pussy. He watched with a stoic expression as you used your fingers to stuff his dripping-cum back inside you. "'S been stressful, guess I just had a bad day," you whined lightly, still playing.

"Fuck's sake."

"Hmm?" You feigned innocence.

"You're just askin' for it, huh?"

"Maybe," you pouted, "or maybe I just need your cum - "

"Cut it out, we gotta go," he snickered, turning the key in the ignition. "Your dad hates me enough, can't have you late for family dinner."

You went quiet as your thoughts were plagued with a screaming voice that begged Billy to just read your mind and understand what was wrong - why you were so upset, so panicked. But you knew better. So, you flipped down your skirt and readjusted yourself, sucking your fingers of his cum before letting his hand tangle with one of yours on your lap.

"Maybe you'd wanna come over tonight?" You asked softly. "Go see a movie or something?"

"You never wanna go out on Friday nights," he chuckled, but something felt terribly wrong about the notion. "You do homework and study on Friday and Sunday nights, you said it was a relationship rule, huh?"

"Things can change," you pouted.

"I told Tommy and Ryan I'd hang with them and the guys tonight," Billy spoke slowly. "But I can cancel if you - "

"No, no, don't," you shook your head, "go see your friends. 'Cause I'll see you in the morning, right?"

"Right."

"And I can stay the night... Right?"

Billy nodded, "Anytime you want, baby, yeah."

"Okay, cool," you spoke softly, deflating in his seat when he pulled up to your house. "Um..." You stared up at the home as if it were haunted. "Do you wanna come in for a little?"

His head tilted and brows furrowed, "I have to pick up Max from Hopper's, remember?"

"Right!" You gaped, but didn't move.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a hardened tone, making you gulp lightly. "You don't wanna go in?"

"I could, like, just go with you?"

"Baby, the fuck's going on? Know I hate repeating myself and shit, so just fucking tell me - maybe I can fucking help."

"Nothing, no, it's just, it's nothing, I'm sorry, I just - I'm sorry," you chuckled. "Guess I'm PMSing and feel clingy or something."

He only hummed as you leaned over to kiss him in parting. Both promised you love each other before you got out, jogging up the driveway and opening the front door; pausing to wave at him and then disappear in the house.

"Yo, dickhead! Hey! Grab me a beer!" Tommy Hagan called to Ryan Sheen as he went to rummage in his uncle's basement fridge. "And grab Billy one, too!"

"Nah, I'm good," Billy refused, glancing at the can in his hand. It was still half-full. He didn't feel like drinking after having time to sit and think about your behavior the past few days, worrying about you more than he wanted to get drunk.

"What?" Tommy laughed obnoxiously, smacking his teeth after. "You don't want a second? What's wrong with you, got some test you gotta study for?" He laughed at his own joke. In Tommy H.'s mind, only fucking losers study on Friday nights.

"Nah," Billy eased, setting his can down as he felt his irritation flare. He was annoyed at Tommy, sure, but also by the idea that something was wrong with you and you didn't trust him enough to say anything. "I actually gotta go, you guys," Billy stood.

"What?" Now Ryan scoffed, slapping a can of beer to Tommy's open hand. "You're not serious, dude! We've only been here, fuckin' what? Half an hour, bro!" He sucked his teeth in annoyance, rolling his eyes, "C'mon, we were going to Alicia's pool party tonight - you're supposed to give us a ride! The fuck's more important than the slutty cheerleaders in bikinis?"

"That Maria chick's been all over you, too," Tommy laughed. "You can't tell us a single thing that's better than Maria Thomas, all soaped up, in that tiny bikini she wore for the car wash. It's all our wet dreams come to life, Billy, you can't seriously consider missing that!"

"Not everybody's desperate to see Maria's tit-job. You know what? Whatever, man, I gotta go see my girl," he tugged his jean jacket on, tugging his blonde curls out of the collar.

Ryan rolled his eyes as Tommy laughed, "No way. Nuh-uh. You're seriously going to fuckin' ditchin' us for that chick?"

"Man, fuck you, guys, I'm ditching your dumbasses for my girl," Billy snapped. "Better what your fucking mouths and how you talk about her."

"Whatever, man. You're just whipped."

"She got you on some leash or some shit? Got you on a curfew like she's your mommy?" Ryan rolled his eyes, groaning, "Seriously, dude, we only see you at practice now!"

"Look, I just know something's up with her, so, I gotta check on - "

"So, what!? She ain't even tell you why she's pissed off? C'mon, man, that is such a stupid fuckin' tactic chicks use to get guys to go crawling back to their spoiled asses! Bitches do the pettiest shit to get us to suck up to them and shit."

Billy turned and easily caught Tommy by the collar of his shirt before he could even let go of his beer can, slamming the loudmouth into the wall as the aluminum can clattered. Ryan and the two other irrelevant guys left in the basement could only freeze, knowing Billy Hargrove's aggression and not wanting to become part of the receiving end.

"I told you to watch your fucking mouth," Billy seethed.

"Fuck offuva me!" Ryan pushed Billy's arms off. "She's just some bitch, bro, you've already fucked most of the school - what's so different with her?"

Billy scoffed, nodding in amusement as he backed off a few steps. "You know? If I wanna go hang with my girl instead of you deadbeat dickheads, 's exactly what I'm gonna do. Not my fault y'all ain't shit and don't know what it means to keep a chick happy."

"Fuck off, Billy! You're so fucking pussy whipped!" Tommy barked. "Ditching us for that crybaby! Dude, it's not even real! She didn't even tell you whatever she's all upset about! You just had a feeling, so, just sit the fuck down, finish your drink, down a fuckin' second beer, and then let's go to the party! See some bitches that are actually worth seeing!"

Billy shook his head, "I ever hear y'all talkin' about my girl like this again," he chuckled dryly, "might be the last time y'all can even form words. Fuck yourselves," he sneered.

Billy didn't hesitate to storm out of the room, ignoring their jeers and sneers about him being "pussy whipped" and all their complaints about him skipping out on being their ride to "the hottest party of the year." The door slammed behind him, rattling a few windows; making a beeline for his Camaro and pausing at the trunk. He found a pair of your sports shoes you'd eventually need, grabbed them in a white-knuckle grip, then got in the driver's seat and peeled away.

When Billy got to your house, he noticed the lights in your bedroom were barely turned on; knowing you didn't like overhead lighting and probably had a string of lights plugged in. On the contrary, the rest of the house seemed wide awake - every single downstairs light turned on. He grabbed your shoes and his school books (left in his backseat) and got out of his parked car, approach the front door, and paused when a barrage of voices suddenly met his ears. He froze.

The screams were full of hate, and while he couldn't make out distinct words, he heard both your mother and father's elevated voices. It was relentless, it was full of anger and hate and confusion and accusations and Billy wasn't sure how long he stood there with his fist raised. With a deep breath, Billy finally knocked at the door... Then again... Then again... And again, using the metal knocker to bang rapidly. He heard the voices lower and stopped knocking; taking a step back, then waited with his best look of indifferent innocence.

When the door ripped open, Billy was greeted by your angry-looking mother, who didn't look at who was at the door when she snarled, "What the fuck do you want!?"

"Uh, yeah, um, hi, ma'am..." Billy waved awkwardly.

"Oh, Billy," she gasped. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it was you, sweetie. What's wrong? What - What time - ? Do you know what time it is?"

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt so late, but nothing is wrong," he assured. "I just know your daughter's a little forgetful when there's a test comin' up," he chuckled, holding up the shoes and his books, "and she promised to help me nail this essay for my college portfolio... Did I use that correctly? Portfolio? She's always tryna broaden my vocabulary," he chuckled smoothly.

She smiled warmly, another victim to his charming influence, "Sure, honey, yes, of course, it's Friday or something, right, of course you can come in. C'mon, c'mon in." She stepped out the way to let Billy enter into the foyer. "Baby Girl's just upstairs in her room," she gestured with a wine glass Billy just noticed towards the staircase as she used your childhood nickname. They paused at the grand bannister, her eyes rolling when there came the muffled pounding of a bass-line from some song turned up to the max. "She's always blasting her music now adays, it'll make her deaf," your mother scoffed, taking a long sip, then waved him up. "Go on, get up there, good luck on your essay."

"Thank you, Miss Lady," he purred with a small smirk; nodding as he then watched her retreat to the sitting room, and barely a moment later, your father was exiting the kitchen.

"Billy," he greeted stiffly, glass of scotch in hand.

"Sir," Billy replied with a nod of respect, stepping out of his shoes (per household rules) to leave your parents at the front of the house's sitting room; beginning his ascent to the second level. He'd been there before, so, locating your room was like muscle memory; knocking when he approached the door and pausing when he only heard blaring music.

Another knock, no answer. So Billy opened your door.

You were sat on the ground, back against your bed, record player spinning, and the window you faced cracked open to waft the cigarette smoke out. His heart clenched when he saw you, your sadness nearly tangible as light made your tear-tracks on your cheeks glitter. "Baby," Billy spoke softly, watching you jump in shock. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I tried to knock."

You nodded absently, "Music's on."

"Yeah, 's a good song," he allotted as he shut your door securely and asked, "want it locked?"

"Doesn't lock," you answered robotically, looking back out the window.

"Can I turn the music down, baby, please? Real hard t'hear you."

You nodded and he lowered the volume - but when he did, he understood why you had it so high. Your parents could be heard arguing downstairs, and even with an entire floor between you, it was still loud. So, he turned the music up just a little, frowned, and moved beside you, grunting lightly as his tight jeans constricted while he sat.

"Can I?" He asked, pointing at the cigarette. You handed it over mutely, your usual quip of "it's may I, not can I," nowhere to be heard. After two puffs, he meant to hand it back, but instead, you just fell into his side as if all energy you had to keep you up was depleted; a nearly drowned-out whimper emitting. Billy saw the coffee mug you had been using as an ashtray and dropped the cigarette instantly, using both arms to tug you into his lap.

Billy held you in a fetal position, gently and slowly squeezing you into his chest as he needed to feel you close; and you evidently needed to feel physical love. Billy had to gulp harshly when he felt your tears soak his shirt first, then the jerking of your shoulders; quivering of your body. This long week had finally caught up.

"Baby," he sighed, kissing your forehead. And instead of asking the idiotic and repetitive 'are you okay?', Billy instead just asked in a hush, "Why didn't you tell me it was this bad?"

Through your tears, you answered in a hiccuping-hush, "I didn't want it to be real."

Billy just sighed again, pulling you in tighter so you set under his chin. He let you simply rest, he just wanted to feel close to you... But something caught his eye. About three feet from you was your slumped, turned-over backpack; spewing contents as if it had been tossed aside in a fit of rage. What was interesting, though, was the crumpled pieces of paper; at least one sporting a huge, uppercase F circled in red marker.

"Yeah?" He whispered, sighing as he wanted to bite his tongue but couldn't. "Seems real enough to fuck up your grades though, huh?"

"I can retake the tests."

"You're gonna have to study."

"I know... 'S kinda hard to study here, though. Can't really focus on anything when all that's, you know, going on."

"No shit, Sherlock."

You snorted through your tears, "Don't make me laugh, I'm sad."

He smirked, "Yeah, yeah, all right. Listen, I'll just... We'll go to the library for tonight, and after, we can go to my place. How's that?"

"Thought you weren't allowed overnight visitors?"

"I'm not, but sneakin' inna my place can't be worse than tryna focus while here, right? Gotta be better than listening to this shit."

You nodded against his neck as a distant glass shattered, making you relent, "Touché."

"C'mon," he decided, kissing your forehead again, "pack a bag, baby. You're comin' with me - don't gotta stay here. Not tonight. Gonna come stay with me."

You pulled back just enough to ask, "Yeah?"

"Yeah, pretty girl," he smirked, caressing your cheek. "Might even let you do that green face goop thing you love bothering me about."

"It's an avocado face mask, and when your skin is literally glowing, you can thank me then."

Billy grinned down at you, taking the moment to swoop down and connect your lips in a long kiss; breathing each other in. When a second shatter sounded from downstairs, you flinched away, but Billy was quick to hush, "Hey, hey, hey," and when your eyes met his, he assured, "you're safe with me. Always safe with me." You nodded, tears shining in your eyes. "And you don't ever have to hide these parts of you - not from me. Never from me. I love you, pretty girl," he whispered, "and all parts that make you exactly who you are. Family included."

"I don't deserve you," you whispered.

"Nah, what you don't deserve is dealing with this shit. So, c'mon, get a bag together. We'll come back for what you need later, but get something together for the weekend."

You thanked him with a kiss, and while you got your things together, Billy mutely reached out to examine the pages in his grasp. He sighed, noting the three different failing tests and knew he had to "step up" his "boyfriend game" if he truly wanted to help you; and for the first time, he knew, without any selfish motives, he honestly did. He figured, for all you've done for him, providing you with something akin to a safe environment was a drop in the bucket; shoving those tests back into your school bag, standing, and helping you gather the last of your necessities.

Who needed slutty cheerleaders in soaped-up bikinis when this, right here, was what true love was? Shockingly, not Billy Hargrove.

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sweetiecutie · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, praising, remmy being a bit of a meanie but also absolutely lovely, public sex and exhibitionism but not really?,

Synopsis: Remmy fingering you in his bed with curtains drawn while all the boys are in the dorm as well, so you better be quiet, don’t you?

A/n: it’s my birthday today!!!🥳🎂 happy bday to me and have this lil treat<3 I really hope you like this lil thing

You and Remus were huddled up on his soft bed, numerous blankets and duvets are scattered everywhere, keeping two of you warm and comfy. Thick heavy curtains were drawn all around the bed, painting everything inside their confines deep scarlet, securely concealing both of you from the noise and havoc that usually reigned in boys’ dormitories.

You were laying on your sides facing each other, your leg thrown over Remus’ hips, head laying comfortably on his shoulder. His arm, that you were laying on, was curled protectively around your shoulders, big warm hand rubbing your back up and down soothingly.

You couldn’t help a small whimper that escaped your lips, but, thankfully, James was wailing so loudly about a new rare card that he got in chocolate frog that his booming voice successfully concealed all of your small sounds. Remus’ fingers kept sliding in and out of your drenched with slick pussy, thumb nudging swollen needy clit persistently, making you shake and writhe around in his arms.

- Now, pretty girl, I told you to be quiet. This time we got lucky, but we don’t want boys to hear what a little slutty thing you are, do we? - Remus murmured softly, his voice low so that only you can hear him. He pressed his lips against the heated skin of your forehead, leaving a chaste kiss there.

You only buried your face into the cozy crook of Remus’ shoulder, his comforting scent hit your nose - he smelled of fresh laundry, fluffy blankets and something sweet that you couldn’t quite decipher - he smelled like home. You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, bringing yourself even closer to his hot body.

- Spread your legs a bit wider for me… yeah, just like that. Such a smart little thing, aren’t you? - Remus cooed against your ear as you readjusted your position a bit, sliding your leg higher up boy’s torso, increasing by that the gap between your thighs.

You smiled at his praise, leaving a few wet kisses on the side of his neck, nibbling gently on soft skin there but not enough to leave a mark, knowing how much boy disliked that. You could barely contain a moan as Remus increased the speed of his fingers fucking into you, new angle allowed him to reach even deeper inside. Your moth fell open in a silent moan, eyes shutting tightly and you heard Sirius’ roaring laughter and some repetitive hollow thudding, assuming that James and Peter must have started a vicious pillow fight.

Remus’ fingers curled a bit, massaging your frontal wall oh so deliciously, making you jolt harshly at pleasurable feeling.

- Easy, doll. I’ve got you, - Remus tutted into your hair, you could practically hear that well-known shit-eating grin in his voice.

The new positioning of his fingers allowed Remus to strokes you in all the right spots, you felt your orgasm nearing rapidly, heavy pleasure spilling in the bottom of your stomach. You leaned closer into your boyfriend, your hips moving ever so slightly in tandem with his fingers, trying to intensify the feeling.

- Remmy, ‘m really close, - you mewled weakly, words muffled because of your face squished against boy’s warm chest.

- I know, baby, just let it go. C’mon, cum on my fingers, make me proud, - Remus encouraged, his voice was dripping honey, which, doubled with his constant praise and nimble fingers fucking into you so good, sent you right over the edge.

Your eyes rolled back at the intense feeling of raw pleasure spreading through your body in crashing waves, white stars filled your vision. Your hands were grabbing desperately onto Remus’ soft sweater, teeth sank into your bottom lip, trying your hardest to suppress all of sweet moans and cries.

Remus rode out your orgasm, never stopping to fuck his long fingers into your sweet pussy, his other hand rubbing your back and shoulders, whispering sweet nothing into your flushed ear. He only stopped when you started wriggling your hips, trying to get away from his now painful caressing against your overstimulated sex.

He carefully pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to his face and burying his sticky with your slick digits in his warm mouth, sucking and lapping at your juices with immense pleasure. You flushed deeply, smacking Remus’ chest playfully and muttering quiet ‘pervert’ under your breath, causing boy to chuckle airily. He put his now clean fingers away from his mouth, leaning forward to slant his wet lips over yours, kissing you long and lazily, completely taking your breath away.

You broke off first, silver string of saliva was connecting your mouths, Remus eyes shining prettily in a dim light. Your shaky hand came to tuck a string of his soft sandy hair behind his pierced ear, thumb caressing chiseled cheekbone affectionately. Remus leaned in to place yet another kiss on your pretty lips but was stopped half-way by loud cracking sound and heavy cussing:

- Holy fucking shit, Prongs! McGonagall’s gonna fucking skin us alive for this! - Sirius’ panicked, but still more excited voice shrieked, you rushed to put your underwear and pajama pants back on before peeking your head out of crimson curtains, curious to see what had happened.

In the center of a room James, Sirius and Peter were all standing looking extremely disheveled and panting heavily, pillows clutched tightly in their hands. They all were staring at the floor where you spotted a huge hole a size of a quaffle, loud ‘what the fuck’ coming from the inhabitants of a room below. You heard Remus groan behind you, string of heavy expletives rolling off his tongue as he scrambled out of bed, racking his brain for possible ways to fix the breakage without teachers being involved.

James caught your eyes, shrugging silently, keeping unnaturally quiet, not wanting to get on Remus’ nerves when he was so angry. Sirius standing beside him could barely suppress his laughter, clutching his pillow to his chest in attempt to ground himself in any way possible. Peter’s face was completely blank, eyes wandering all around the dorm as if nothing ever happened, swaying from side to side lightly.

At the end of a day, they managed to fix the hole in the floor and all three of them got a smack on the back of the head from extremely querulous Remus.

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buddierecs · 4 months ago

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jealous!evan buckley buddie fics

all explicit rating - 18+ only!!!!!! make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

if i need to rearrange my particles - i will for you by: dylaesthetics "buck joins a support app for first responders and matches with a firefighter who has ptsd and a kid who likes giraffes, apparently" word count: 45k important tags: secret identity, anonymous messaging, angst, mental health, ptsd, anxiety, panic attacks, sexuality crisis, mutual pining, fluff and smut, masturbation meet me in the middle (underneath a little bit of mistletoe) by: princessfbi "buck and eddie agree to fake date each other to get through dinner with their parents during the holidays!" word count: 40k important tags: fake dating, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, angst, fluff, smut, protective!eddie diaz, getting together, slow burn

finally found what i've been looking for by: fleetinghearts "buck's good at basketball, eddie's trying really hard not to commit an act of public indecency about it, and maybe, just maybe, a slightly bloody beachside pick-up game can be the start of something new" word count: 5k important tags: 7x04 spec, friends to lovers, fluff, unsafe sex, dry humping, hand jobs, praise kink 'till storm breaks loose by: markofalover "how an elbow to the face changes everything." word count: 6k important tags: 7x04, mutual pining, accidental injury, love confessions, getting together, possessive behaviour, sharing clothes, blow jobs, come eating, praise kink my home is your body by: coldbam "buck and eddie have vastly different nights at pride. then very similar summers" word count: 16k important tags: friends to lovers, friends with benefits, getting together, bottom!eddie diaz, top!evan buckley stay here, honey (i don't want to share) by: stockholm_syndrom "six months after eddie comes out to the team, and three months after eddie confesses his feelings for buck (and buck rejects him), eddie starts dating men. and buck is totally fine with that. really." word count: 9.6k important tags: mutual pining, oblivious!evan buckley, anal sex, oral sex, service top!evan buckley, bottom!eddie diaz, praise kink hot and heavy by: 42hrb "five times eddie had casual sex with someone who wasn't buck and the time they finally got their shit together" word count: 9.4k important tags: 5+1 things, slutty!eddie diaz, mutual pining, idiots to lovers, casual sex, porn with feelings, oral sex seen by: snailboat64 "hen lets it slip that she knows eddie is a great dancer, and buck is determined to see him in action. when he does, it's a revelation" word count: 14k important tags: eddie can dance, insecure!evan buckley, smut what a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you by: prettyboybuckley "the au where they're both strippers and buck goes from "i hate this guy" to "oh fuck, i think i'm in love with him" word count: 21k important tags: stripper/exotic dancer au, college student!evan buckley, eventual smut, grinding, anal sex, praise kink i only ever want you by: bucksclipboard "there’s jealousy, there’s fighting, there’s delicious makeup sex" word count: 2.7k important tags: pre-relationship, getting together, team as family, porn with plot, grinding, blow jobs, make up sex possessive behaviour by: whiskis "buck gets really possessive when he’s jealous and just wants eddie to remember that he’s his." word count: 2.8k important tags: possessive behaviour, established relationship, fluff and smut, blow jobs, teasing no one's touched me there in a damn hot minute! by: bisexualbuckley "buck is a little shit during their lunch date and eddie puts him in his place. but he can't help giving buck everything he wants either, not when he's that pretty." word count: 4.8k important tags: established relationship, brat!evan buckley, possessive behaviour, boys in love, praise kink, prostate massage, orgasm control, anal fingering, aftercare

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nymphomatique · 1 year ago

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It's been awhile since I've wandered into somebody's ask box, so forgive me if I'm a lil rusty, honey. But I like this pathetic Miguel AU and I just might have some ideas for you to ponder:

Miguel is big, but he's just grown into his height so he's the sort of bumbling puppy man that has too short of shorts because his legs just keep growing. He's adjusting all the time because otherwise the poor baby gets chafed.

His shirts show a lil peek of belly button, because he can't keep buying new ones...

I need me some footballers (maybe led by Peter?) to confront the unintentionally slutty baby boy.

Cue reader finding Migs crying as he's shoved into lockers. He's wrecked, tears streaming down his face, cheeks flushed a deep red from humiliation. And you-- you're livid. Because that face is fucking yours.

"Oh look, it's the slut come to save her boytoy!"

"If I'm a slut, you're the manwhore I caught behind the bleachers last year with Gwen fucking Stacy. Remember crawling back to me? Yeah, well at least Miguel can be trained up. You're just a horn dog that needs to be put down, Parker."

NO BECAUSE. omfg.

the “that face is fucking yours.” i’m actually going crazy.

def not a coincidence after that they’re removed from the school, totally had nothing to do with readers mom being on the board of education for your school district!

i can already imagine reader cleaning up miguel’s wounds, telling him to stop whining like a baby even if it burns.

and the words of affirmation and praise she’d give him after???

“they make fun of you for your clothes, huh? how big you’re gettin’?” you’re kissing across his abdomen lightly and leaving trails of lipstick over him. you took him out for dinner to try and make him feel better. “well i like how big you are. so manly and sexy, even sexier you’re a big strong man who lets me boss you around.”

and you’re just kissing and touching and fucking softly, maybe you even let miguel take the lead this once, cause you owe it to your boytoy, don’t you?

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel atsv smut #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel atsv #sub miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #you’ve got mail💌#<nerd!miguel3

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klttn · 7 months ago

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Can we get some husk smut with a brat reader pretty please!!🥺

𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃’ 𝓁𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓅𝑜𝓅

pairing : husk x f!reader

content!! : smut! spanking. slapping. husk has a knot. shh don’t look at me like that. knotting and breeding.

summary : you just want husk to be rougher with you so angel gets you a little slutty and tipsy and lets husk deal with the aftermath and brattiness.

"angieee, are you sure about this?” you whined, slight buzz causing a little slur as you spoke.

angel smirked at you, “of course, honey, all men love a bit of skin, especially with tits and ass like yours,” he posed, imitating your figure, winking in the process.

you don't know how you let yourself be convinced into this, you just wanted to get to husk, make him jealous. but now, you were several shots in, that was just your pre drinks, and wearing a skirt so short and top so revealing, being naked would be more modest.

the tiny piece of fabric you had on barely touched the bottom of your ass, hugging it just so that you could see the faint outline of the lingerie set you had on underneath it. husk’s favourite set of yours.

the matching corset bra made your boobs look ravishing. husks favourite thing about it. the soft flesh of your tits spilling out of it oh so cutely. the tightness gripping you just so, drawing all the attention to the contrast of your waist.

you tried to convince angel you would need a top but he thought otherwise.

the look was finished off with sheer lacey stockings that only accentuated the curve of your thighs more and a pretty ribbon tangled into a bow in your hair, just the way husk liked it.

“baby, you look hot, hotter than me, hot.” angel sighed, dragging you out of your thoughts and handing you another shot which you gladly accepted. “now let’s get this show on the road, my moneys on we don’t even make it to the door.”

you giggled at angels exclamation before grabbing a candy lollipop to suck on, feeling more n more of the alcohol take over you. “you’re so silly, angie.”

he sent a cheesy smile your way as you let him take ahold of your hand to pull you down the stairs to where husk was tending the bar.

the closer you got the more nervous you got, the excitement of the alcohol mixing with the rush of what was to come.

that’s when you made eye contact with husk. you gulped tasting the sweet strawberry in your mouth.

“what the fuck.” it wasn’t a question that left husks mouth but a statement. “y/n what the fuck are you wearing.”

angel smirked and lent on a nearby wall, watching as you strutted over to husk.

“an outfit, dummy, do you like it?” you teased, twirling your hips, letting your skirt sway up just enough for him to see your ass.

husk more than liked it. “fuckin christ, have you been drinking?”

you moved your finger to your lips pulling out the red candy with a pop, giggling a little as you did so, “i’m going out with angie, wanted to look cute n we had some drinks in his room!!”

cute? you looked like pure sin. and husk was trying desperately not to imagine something else filling up where that stupid piece of candy rested.

you noticed husk eye your mouth as you slipped the treat back in, lips all puffy now from sucking. “so i have you to blame, huh?” he shifted his attention toward angel, eyeing him up in the corner.

“easy, big boy, she looks cute does she not?” angel asked, your eyes shifting to husks, hopeful and wide.

husk looked you up and down before cursing under his breath, “fuck, you know she does,” he almost whines, feeling the affect you had on him, “but you’re not going out looking like that.”

you huffed, rolling your eyes, “try n stop me, kitty,” you whispered to husk, leaning forward and kissing him, pushing the lolli past his lips and giving it to him before attempting to walk back to angel.

“that fuckin lollipop.” husk clicked his tongue, crunching the sweet and grabbing you by the hips, throwing you over his back, “you’re not going out looking like that because you’re coming to my room with me and you won’t be leaving it for the next few hours.” he spat, landing a few swats to your ass where it was resting on his shoulder.

angel rolled his eyes, smiling, “be gentle with her, would you huskie?”

“she’ll be lucky if every inch of her body isn’t covered by the time you get home.”

“laters, you kinky fucks,” angel winked at you, heading for the door as you feigned trying to escape… not that you actually could. husk was strong, far stronger than you.

“husk. let me go,” you demanded as he carried you to his room.

“you can go when you learn some fuckin respect.”

you made it to husks room in a flash, him opening and locking the door before you could even form another sentence.

he was pissed. maybe you overdid it. just a little.

he threw you on the soft, familiar mattress of his bed before leaning over you, stern eyes watching your every move.

“what the fuck has gotten into you, doll?” you wouldn’t even look at him, afraid you’ll break seeing him so assertive. “you’re being such a brat.”

“hmph, am not.”

husk scoffed, almost finding this cute, almost.

“first you come down in that little outfit, then you’re getting your entire ass out for me and then that damn sucker, you were practically deepthroating it,” he looked down at your lips, still stained red, “gave me a stupid fucking boner.”

a small smile formed on your face as you looked at him, “it did?” you sat up, biting your lip, moving your hand to cup his bulge, heart racing when you did.

husk nodded and sighed a little in relief from the touch, aching to be free from his trousers.

you took your attention to your feet, fiddling with the hem of your skirt with your spare hand. “wasn’t gonna go out like this.”

“damn right you weren’t.”

“just-“ you cut yourself off, stopping to sigh.

husk lifted your chin up with his finger, forcing you to look at him, “use your words, doll, i’m done playing games.”

your eyes were so big and round looking at him like this, so innocent compared to the lewdness of the rest of your body.

“just wanted to rile you up, huskie.”

husk chuckled almost sadistically, “you mean to tell me this little show was just to get me to lose my shit, baby? to make me mad?”

a small bit of bravery peered its way through, “it’s not my fault you treat me like i’ll break at every corner,” you sassed.

“oh. so that’s what this is about?” smirk now donning husks face. “you’re being a little brat because your mean old man of a boyfriend won’t hurt you?” husk took advantage from where he was stood and laced his hand through your hair, massaging softly, careful not to ruin the pretty bow, “is that it, sweet thing?”

“husk…” you breathed, slightly nuzzling into his palm he had in your hair.

without warning, his other hand landed a slap to your face, not too hard but enough to leave a pleasurable sting and red mark. your lips parted, small mewl leaving your mouth. he’d never done this to you before.

you’d begged so many times but he refused. ‘how could i ever hurt my sweet girl.’ you assured him he didn’t have to be mean, you just liked the way it felt. it wasn’t enough.

but now, sweet was the farthest thing you had been to him tonight, and him being so mean to you was everything you didn’t know you were craving.

“shit,” husk muttered so low you could barely hear him, “you actually like this don’t you? you want me to be mean to you? want me to hurt you, little girl?”

you keened, nodding your head, spreading your legs for him, “want you to be mean, want you to hurt me, please daddy.”

daddy? curse you, angel.

“you’re such a pretty lil thing, gettin off from me slapping you,” another slap landed on your face, “need your nasty ol’ daddy to be cruel to you huh?”

you’d never seen this side of husk before. it was thrilling, a whole new type of hot and pleasure and he seemed to like it too.

you started rolling your hips into the air, needing something to hump.

“we’re gonna try somethin, doll,” husk slid his thigh between your legs, rubbing up against your cunt, “hump.”

“but-“

“but what, baby?

“s’embarrassing,” you whispered.

“i know, doll, i wanna see you all pathetic n humpin daddy’s thigh,” his expression dark and sultry, “punishment for lookin like the adorable little slut you are n makin me have t’ teach you a lesson.”

your hips started jutting slowly, letting out little whimpers, face flushing bright red, “good girlll,” husk praised, spuring you on.

“y’know what would be even more pathetic, takin those panties off n having you make a mess all over these slacks of mine.”

a whine left your throat, getting more n more turned on. “do you like the sound of that, darlin?” husk mocked before lifting your ass up to remove the tiny piece of fabric and placing you right where you left off.

the grinding doubled in pleasure now feeling everything against your bare pussy, head being thrown back as your humps got more desperate. “that’s it, baby, make a mess.”

you could see all your juices soaking into husks thigh as his cock twitched at the sight of you, his own hand coming down to assault your clit as you humped. “gonna cum, daddy, hit me, please, need you to slap me.” SLAP. you whimpered cutely, body starting to shake, getting ready to cum.

just before the rush of an orgasm could come husk pulled his thigh from between yours and stopped everything he was doing, retracting his hand from between your folds.

you started begging profusely, gripping to his thigh with your arms, trying to get him back, so desperate to cum, to finally have release.

“brats don’t get to cum,” he warned.

you whined and huffed signalling your annoyance at husk as sat down next you on the bed, pulling his cock free and patting his lap, “over my knee.”

“wh-“

“be good for me and bend over my knee, baby.”

you crawled over husks lap, arching your back, ass in the air for him. “such a pretty ass,” his cock pulsed against your tummy, “think it’d look cuter with daddy’s hand prints on it, don’t you think?”

you wiggled your ass, just wanting him to spank you already. smack. smack. smack. three harsh swats landed on you, making you whimper and jolt forward.

“so cute,” three more smacks.

husks soothing hand rubbed over the redness forming on your butt, slowly sliding itself to your bare pussy, “what about here?” he teased, a few slighter slaps straight onto your clit.

high pitched whines came from your throat as you pushed back into the touch.

“fuck me, you really are such a desperate little thing for pain aren’t you?” he teased, leaving your clit a couple more smacks and moving to do the same back to your ass.

you were squirming in his lap now, all flustered, cunt dripping n ass cherry red. you had little tear droplets running down your cheeks from the pleasure.

soft circles were being rubbed into your butt as husk praised you for taking the slaps so well. slipping his fingers in your pussy after your relaxed into his touch. “so wet for me.”

a soft moan left your lips, slowly pushing yourself back to fuck yourself on his fingers. “so eager.” he muttered, “sit still, baby, need to stretch you so my cock fits.”

he pushes two more fingers into you, putting his other hand round to your mouth for you to suck on, doing so eagerly and drooling around them.

“is this what you needed, doll? fingers in your mouth n cunt so you can’t be a brat?” you moaned around his fingers.

“mmmf-“ you tried to speak but couldn’t.

he pulled his fingers out your mouth, spit attached as he did, “what was that, doll?”

“need your-“ the curling of his fingers inside you cut you off with a needy whine, pressing against your walls just right, “need your knot.”

husk paused, cock violently twitching at the idea before he sat you up with ease and shifted you into straddling his lap, leaning back to look at you.

“yeah?” husk asked, “look at you,” he mused, rubbing his fingers over your hard nipples through the bra, “how is it you look this adorable after i’ve done such disgusting things to you?” he squeezed his fingers over your nipples, “and now you want my knot?”

“please-“

“how do you want it baby?” he left a lick across one of your nipples and bit it softly.

your eyes rolled back, “dont care, jus’ need you.” your voice was hoarse and breathy.

husk hummed in thought, contemplating his options before moving his mouth to your neck. you tilted your head for him allowing him full access, him now sucking and biting harshly, watching you fall further apart in his lap as he did.

“gonna make you wait, you’re gonna cockwarm me whilst i mark you up, got it?” only temporarily coming up to speak before continuing his assault on your neck.

“no no no, ahh- daddy, need your cock mmm- please!”

“shhh shh baby, calm down, you’re gettin my cock,” he cooed, moving his lips to your collarbones and moving your hips to line himself up with your pussy.

he picked you up by your waist and slid you down his cock, grunting, “so fuckin tight.” you yelped at the stretch, pushing yourself down for husk to bottom out. “is this better, babygirl?”

you nodded frantically, husk moved his hands to the back of your bra and undid it, pulling the mesh fabric off your arms and discarding it somewhere in the room.

“such cute tits, doll, gonna look even cuter when i mark ‘em.”

you could barely string a sentence together now, so far gone before he’d even started to fuck you. all you could do is whimper every time his teeth and tongue would touch your skin. and when he sucked, your pussy would squeeze around him always followed by a subtle thrust up of his cock.

you knew he couldn’t last much longer before he had to take you.

he pulled back from your boobs to look at his work, kissing over all the newly formed bruises. his hands then started sliding under your ass before flipping you over onto your back, dick slipping out in the process as he leaned over, dragging himself down your body, face inches away from your pussy.

you whimpered softly, feeling empty. “fuckin perfect,” husk said under his breath, taking your skirt off and spreading your thighs wider, placing himself inbetween. “such a cute cunt, baby.”

you whined louder, revelling in the words spilling out of husks mouth which were only heightened when he started kissing down your thighs. your hips bucked, needing the attention on your pussy, causing husk to bite, purple splotch forming where he rest.

“gonna fuck you now, okay doll? n i’m not gonna stop til my knot is splitting you open.” in an instant husk was hovering over you, cock already pushing against your cervix, balls deep and pounding into you.

“god baby, you feel so good.” your hair was messy, stockings half rolled down, body glistening with sweat and covered in hickeys.

all the tension from before making husks stamina falter, his release wasn’t far and the more he looked at you, the closer he got.

his thrusts were rough but steady, attacking that same spot with precision and he rut into you. “you’re fuckin mine.” husk growled, wings flailing out by his sides, booming power.

one of husks hands snaked around your neck, squeezing your throat. “my girl. only mine. that stupid slutty outfit, that bratty mouth, this fuckin body, all mine.” he was talking to himself at this point. you too fucked out to think or do anything but feel husks cock and your impending orgasm.

now holding your jaw, husk forced you to look at him, glassy eyes blown out and needy, he watched as your face contorted, noticing the new pleasure of his spare hand rubbing your clit.

lewd mewls left your lips and you felt your legs start to shake in anticipation, soso close.

“not so bratty now, are you? now you're cock drunk and ready to cum,” husks pace fastened, “so do it. cum for me.”

your hands latched onto husks chest, squeezing as you road out your high, husks cock finally relenting.

“shit,” husk whispered, you came down from your release, feeling husks throbbing knot growing in your pussy, stilling his movements n keeping himself planted deep inside you.

you smiled cutely, eyes closed n breathing still heavy, earning yourself a soft kiss on your collarbones as he scooped you up closer to him, husks big knot forcing you together.

he shifted you both so that you were laying down, still on him, legs either side with your head buried deep in his neck.

"im sorry for being bratty," you mumbled in the fur of his neck.

husk gently took your shoulders in his hands and pushed you back, sitting you up with care, a soft whimper falling from your lips, still filled to the brim. "oh darlin," he was rubbing circles into your back now, "don't worry about that, pretty girl,” he paused, “but besides, i think i got my revenge," he chuckled, hands travelling up your to your chest, smoothing over the dozens of marks left on your skin.

you hit husks chest softly, "think your the brat here… so possessive."

"oh yeah?" husks gaze making its way all over your body.

"mhm."

husk sighed, “you look so pretty like this. makes me wish i would’ve listened to you and done this sooner,” he raised a hand to move a strand of hair out of your face. “you know i just don’t wanna really hurt you, doll, ‘m not the overlord i used to be.”

you keened at husks softness, even after all the filthy things he had said to you and done to you, “i know, huskie.” you kissed his nose.

"now don't ever pull that shit again."

you giggled, “no promises, you look hot when you’re being mean,” falling back onto husks chest to make yourself comfy, waiting for husks knot to subdue. "so would've sold my soul to you for free in your overlord days."

husk sighed, letting out a small laugh, "silly girl."

A/N : okay okay so uhm this was a little wild and very long buuut i hope you liked it <3 this is for all my husk girlies

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suugarbabe · 1 year ago

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hii penelope, how are u doing? i have a writing sugestion

slytherin boys headcanons on the yule ball season, like how they would invite reader to dance and so on

i practice dance for hobby so i thought it may be a great ideia, hopefully you'll enjoy writing this!

Yule Ball Headcannons

Mattheo Riddle:

he doesn't ask you in a grand gesture, more so like he kind of traps you against the wall in a corridor, tone dripping with honey and silk telling you he'd go mad if you don't go with him

when you agree (because of course you do) he insists on buying your dress, whatever you want (as slutty as you want because he can fight so he's not worried)

his dress robes match your dress effortlessly

some form of him is touching some form of you all night, there's never not a hand, finger, lip not touching you

he's a surprisingly good dancer, both traditionally and relaxed when the better more current music starts playing

you and him definitely leave early for some 👀 alone time before the others make it back to the dorms

Theodore Nott:

Theo is a shy boy at heart, especially with those he fancies (like really truly fancies)

he asks you by passing a charmed note, a cute little drawing of the two of you dancing drawn in the corner

you immediately say yes, nearly knocking him over when you jump on him after class

Theo's a little awkward on the dance floor when it comes to traditional dancing, but he does his best effort to twirl you when he should twirl you

and he's fantastic at dipping you because then he gets to kiss you passionately like the men he sees in old muggle movies that you show him

Theo takes you to the astronomy tower once you're both tired of the ball activities

hes obsessed with the way you disregard your dress and just sit on the floor, legs hanging over the edge while all the floof pools around you as you share a spliff back and forth to cap out the night

Lorenzo Berkshire:

when Lorenzo asks you, it's not a grand gesture but an incredibly sweet one

he would buy your favorite candies and probably some flowers and come up to you in your common room, he'd kneel down in front of you, tell you how beautiful you were and ask you to accompany him to the ball

you'd of course say yes (because who can deny this sweet faced boy)

and then you'd go dress shopping with Pansy who would convince you to get the perfect combination of classy and slinky for a dress

so when you come down the common room stairs wearing it Enzo's hands are immediately in front of him because there's no way you look that good (he thinks hes about to pass out)

all throughout the dance Enzo does not take his eyes off of you

he ends the night with the sweetest, longest, most passionate make out session that your brain goes fuzzy and he leaves you chasing for more

Draco Malfoy:

Draco is money; scratch that, Draco is wealth; not just wealth but generational wealth

when he asks you it isn't necessarily in person

but one day you get home from dinner and there's a large box on your bed

and when you open it you find the most beautiful dress that you have ever seen, in your exact measurements, with a hand written poem

of which at the end just says 'all my love xx D'

so when you see Draco the next day at breakfast you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him deeply

and when he pulls back he's laughing lightly with a "so is that a yes darling"

at the dance he's similar to Mattheo, surprising you with how good of a dancer he is

and you're enjoying each other so much that you're some of the last students there and you didn't even notice until you hear the last call

Blaise Zabini:

when Blaise asks you it's with earrings in your birthstone

Blaise is elegance and silent power and it drips off him with everything he does

he pays for your dress, and your shoes, and your jewlery for the evening

at the dance he accompany's you for a few songs

but he's secure enough to let you dance with just your friends for a couple songs as well

does the gentlemanly things and asks to "cut in" before wrapping his arms around you and holding you close for a slow song

at the end of the dance is when he tells you he loves you for the first time and it makes your heart swell because you're both dressed so fancy and it makes your brain go wiley thinking about what it would be like to be married to him once you both finish school

#slytherin boys #enzo berkshire x you #blaise zabini x you #theodore nott x you #theo nott x you #draco malfoy x you #mattheo riddle x you #lorenzo berkshire x you #slytherin boys x you

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Just imagine subby Ethan being all stressed with econ and stuff like that and asking soft Dom reader to help. I'd literally melt and die right there and then

this is disgusting if u know me irl no u don’t

Warning: finger sucking, oral (m recieving), mommy kink, smell kink, cum play, sex toys, ball sucking LMFAOO, anal play, exhibitism towards the end, sub! Ethan, dom! Reader

“I’m so sick of this shit!”

Ethan’s voice rings out through your shared apartment as he throws a pencil onto the ground. His econ work sits in front of him, half done, scribble marks laid along the bottom of the page. His head is in his hands, and his bottom lip quivers. You frown at the boy’s frustration, leaning down to put your hand on his back and rub it soothingly.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask, and he rubs his eyes harshly, grabbing one of your hands and holding it against his face. It’s a habit, one that he developed since you two had got together, and one he always does when he’s really stressed.

“‘M just… I’m so wrapped up in work..” He sniffles, and you realize he’s crying. “I’m so tired of doing it! But I can’t pass if I don’t finish it.”

“Sweetheart…” You come to wrap your arms around him as he quietly cries into your chest. “It’s gonna be okay. I promise. Why don’t you take a break, hm? We can go watch that show you like, maybe order some takeout. Is that okay?”

He shakes his head.

“I-I need to do this assignment. I can’t finish it tomorrow, I have an exam-“

“You can do it tomorrow. I’ll even help you, if you need it. Right now you need to relax, okay? Please, angel?”

He contemplates for a moment, pretty face covered in tears. But then he nods, and begins to get up out of his seat.

“Yeah. I’ll do it tomorrow.” He wipes his eyes, and you smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his soft lips.

“Good boy.” You praise. You notice that he’s wearing his jeans, and grab his hand. “C’mon, let’s change you into something more comfortable.”

“Okay, momma..”

You beam at the nickname, one you know the boy is the most comfortable calling you. Once he changes into his most soft pajamas, you order takeout and you both watch his favorite show, just like you planned.

But then the poor baby starts getting squirmy. he’s moving around a lot more than usual, his hands trailing along your thighs, adjusting his pretty body. His back presses against your tits, and he can feel your hard nipples poking through the fabric of your tank top. He huffs, knowing that in this position he can’t reach out to feel your tits.

You tilt your head to look down at him, your fingers going up to his hair to settle him.

“Are you okay, sweet boy? Do you need something?”

And at that, he lets out a small whine, turning his body around to kiss you softly on the mouth. It’s slow, but you can feel the need in the action. Your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion of his tongue inside your mouth, gliding against your teeth. You moan, and he turns his body fully around so he can grab you by your jaw and needily push his cock against you.

You chuckle at his eagerness, pulling away to stroke your fingers along his plump lips.

“needy boy,” you coo.

His eyes are glazed over, now; he’s always been the type to get riled up way too easily over the smallest things. He’s such a sensitive boy, so full of want and the need to be touched and fucked. His tongue lolls out to taste your fingers, and he takes two of them into his mouth to suckle gently. You bite your lip, moving your fingers back into his tight throat, and when you teasingly poke the very back of it, he chokes. You smile, watching his eyes become watery from the aggravation. You stroke his neck, fingernails scraping the soft skin over his addam’s apple, and he keens.

“Like having your little throat filled, honey?”

He nods around your fingers, and his eyes roll back in bliss. He loves having things in his slutty little mouth, loves the taste of your skin and the way his throat clenches.

Your hand reaches down to grab his cock, and he moans. He’s hard, incredibly so, and you begin to rub your palm in circles over him. His big thighs shake from the stimulation, and you laugh.

“you’re so perfect, so beautiful. you look good enough to eat, baby.”

Your fingers move out of his throat with a wet pop, and he breathes deeply.

“Thank you.” He says, his voice scratchy.

You smile, and guide his body down onto the bed. He’s on his back, and his tee shirt rides up to expose his torso. You pull down your tank top to expose your tits, and he groans. He tries to reach his hands out to touch them, but you tusk and grab his wrists. He pouts.

“No, no, baby.” You tut. “You don’t get to touch yet.”

“But ‘m so stressed, momma.” He gives you puppy dog eyes, and he makes sure to run his calf along your ankle. “Don’t you wanna make it go away?”

You know he uses guilt tripping to try and get his way in times like this, and honestly, it works every time. He’s just too pretty to say no to, too perfect to you.

“You’re so spoiled, y’know that?” You say.

“I just wanna feel good…”

“I know, sweetheart,” you stroke his soft hair out of his face and he brings his hand up to feel yours. “I’m sorry. I know you’re really upset right now. And I’m gonna give you want you want. Because we take care of each other, right?”

“Mhm…”

You hold his hand as you reach over to the bedside table to pull out a bottle of lube from the first drawer. He giggles, excited that you’ve brought it out. Another thing he likes is when he gets all wet and messy.

He sighs in ecstasy when you reach into his pajama pants to pull his length out. You rest it on top of the waistband, and squirt some lube onto your hand. You then bring his cock into your palm and begin to stroke him. He keens, cock achy as he hears his own wet prick being fucked against your hand.

“T-Thank you, momma. You feel so good.”

“You’re welcome, baby.”

You move your body down so your mouth is near him. You can smell him, musky and oh so delicious, and bring his wet tip into your mouth.

His mouth falls open, and he whimpers.

“Oh, fuck!”

He thrusts his dick against your lips. He tastes so good, as sweet and as yummy as any candy or desert. Your brain gets foggy, feeling entranced by him.

And then you’re suckling one of his balls into your mouth, spit dripping down your chin as taste his sack. He’s shaking, pretty balls aching to be emptied and milked.

And when he’s cumming for the first time, when you’re tongue goes down to his ghost over his taint, he yells, and shoots thick creamy ropes all over his belly.

But you don’t stop. Your hand goes back to his dick and you aggressively stroke him, and he begins to cry.

“Yes! Nnngh.. use me, use me, momma! ”

And when he squirms, trying to crawl away from the delicious friction you’re giving him, you just laugh. It’s cute, the way his body and his brain are at two different standpoints; he needs to get away, needs to calm down, but he just loves the feeling of being overstimulated too much :((

You grab him by his throat, and he gasps. You maneuver his body to be up on his knees, his back pressed against your naked chest.

“You’re going to cum as many times as I want you to tonight. You wanted me to touch you, so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

He sobs, and then he’s gasping for air as his cock shoots out another load of white sticky cum onto your hand.

“Oh, that’s it. That’s my fuckin’ boy. Yeah, your cock feels so good, doesn’t it?” You bring your nose into his neck, feeling the sweaty skin there. God, he smells so fucking good. Your eyes almost roll to the back of your head, cunt throbbing and soaked. He’s all yours, yours to play with and use, and the heady scent of him is making you go feral.

Ethan nods eagerly. Regardless of the overstimulation, he’s still all excited and his stomach is twisting with butterflies. You’re so kind, and such a goddess to him. He can’t believe hes so lucky.

“‘W-Wan-“ he exhales shakily, and his head falls forward onto your arm. “‘Wanna cum again, momma. Want you to milk me. Feels so so good…”

You giggle, and he tries to calm his racing heart beat for a second by resting against you. You gently rub his shoulders, press kisses to his lean back. And then he’s bringing himself back down onto the bed and asking for you to use toys on him.

And of course, you do just that; soon, he’s sobbing as you press a dildo into his ass while a vibrator is shoved against the base of his leaking dick. He’s all messy, cock covered in sticky cum and wet lube, and hickeys liter his now completely nude body. His mouth is gagged with your panties and his throat is filled with the taste of you.

He cries when you finally manage to shove the whole silicone dick inside him, hips fucking up into the strong pulse of your pink vibrator.

Your wet pussy is pressed against his thigh as you control him this way, and he sobs as you leak all over his leg. And then, you whip out your phone and begin to record his body being abused and split open. He’s your perfect little doll, and he knows it.

And that’s why he starts to put on a show for the camera, giving into the adulterated bliss of his raging thoughts.

#this is sucky I’m sorry #Ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem! reader #ethan landry smut #sub! ethan landry #dom! reader #scream 6 #scream

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oracle-of-dream · 9 months ago

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Boy Toy

Minors DNI

Summary: Yeonjun, the face of Vogue magazine, loves it when you come to visit him. You're the only client he'll allow to see him at his apartment, and the only one he lets touch him the way you like. As long as you keep bringing him things to keep him happy...

Warnings: Model!Boytoy!Yeonjun x Rich!M!Reader, Discipline, Degradation, Yeonjun is materialistic, Unprotected sex, Overstimulation, Rimming & Handjob (YJ rec.), Sub YJ

Wordcount: 1.9k

Your phone chimed in your pocket as you stepped onto the sidewalk. It had been a pretty busy day for you, running in and out of meetings, but the stress instantly melted away when you got the notification.

YJ: Hey, Baby! Are you still coming to see me today?

YN: Yes, Baby Boy, just stay there. I'm going to bring you something today.

YJ: Like what? Any hints?

YN: You mentioned you wanted me to buy you some clothes, so I did.

YJ: Prada or YSL? You know I don't do Gucci anymore. It's not my style.

YN: Not telling. You'll see it when I get there.

You smiled as you put your phone back into your pocket. Yeonjun hated being teased when it came to presents. He'd probably start blowing up your phone, sending slutty pictures of himself to coax the secret out of you. Just more for you to look at.

The valet opened the car door for you as you approached. The driver knew where Yeonjun lived, so you didn't bother telling him where to go. There was a shopping bag in the backseat with you. Peeking inside, were the clothes you'd promised your favorite boy toy. He was going to look delicious in it, even without trying.

As you predicted, the car ride was silent except for your phone vibrating in your pocket.

YJ: Are you ignoring me???

YJ: Baby?

YJ: That's not fair! I wanna show you my photos from my recent photoshoot. Can you please look?

You looked at his messages and could hear the sound of his voice whining and begging in your head.

YN: Okay, okay. Show me.

YJ: Okay, try not to get too hard~

Your eyes popped at his photos.

This was pretty different from the way he described the photoshoot to me...

YN: It's a little more revealing than I thought.

YJ: I guess it was hehe! You should've been there when they started dripping honey all over me

YJ: There was so much honey. And it was super sticky and thick. Super hot really. I complained that I didn't want cold honey poured on me, so they even warmed it. Which just made it stickier. To protect the clothes, I stripped and finished nude.

How would you not get hard from the pictures? But with that image in your head on top!? Yeonjun was covered in warm honey, hands softly spreading it over his body. His feet, his hips, even his cute perky nipples. He must've been moaning like a total slut the entire time.

You were so caught up in your imagination that you didn't realize you'd completely started ignoring Yeonjun.

YJ: Hello?

YJ: Did I break you?

YJ: Or are you mad that all those staff got to touch and rub honey on me? If it makes it better, no one touched me. I dipped my hand in honey and touched myself~

YJ: Only you can touch me like that.

You couldn't look at your phone. Every message was covered in Yeonjun's horny energy.

YJ: Are you beating your dick right now? In the car? Show me!

While you did have a reputation to uphold, that didn't stop you from lifting your waistband on your pants and showing Yeonjun his effect on you.

YJ: Oh~ Another happy toy for me to play with when you get here!

YN: Just wait till I get there, Princess.

You turned off your phone and tried to calm yourself down. Staring out the window for the rest of the ride, but every time you blinked you could see Yeonjun.

Getting to your destination, a tall luxury condo building. It was all black and covered with windows. Yeonjun's room was on the 60th floor. You paid for his apartment so you could always know where to find him. Yeonjun never forgets his obligations to satisfy you as a part of his end of the agreement.

You stride in, moving quickly, the building staff greets you politely but you pay them little mind. The elevator for VIPs was already open and waiting for you. Stepping inside, you swiped your card and pressed the floor number. The elevator moved quickly up the shaft and opened directly into Yeonjun's apartment.

The blinds were open, letting in the sunset through the large windows. The deep brown hardwood floor spread out into the living room; there was a black piano, white couches, and a soft white rug. On the couch was Yeonjun, smiling devilishly at you with a cup of red wine.

He stood and slowly prowled to you, "Welcome home, Babe."

You walked forward to meet him, "I half expected you to be naked when I got here."

"I can still do that," Yeonjun raised an eyebrow as he pressed his body against you. He wore short shorts and a large jacket, giving the illusion he wasn't wearing pants. Pressing his chest against you, he arched his back to let you look down to see he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath his jacket.

"Naughty," You kissed his soft lips, the taste of alcohol and honey mixing on your tongue. "Honey?"

"Yes?" Yeonjun cooed.

"No, you, honey," You patted his head, "I mean, you did eat honey today?"

Yeonjun smiled again, bigger than before, "Maybe? And maybe I saved some for you to have." He looked down to see the bag in your hands, "But first..."

The bag was in his hands before you could hand it to him. He skipped to the couch and laid on his stomach to dump everything out to see it.

A pair of handcuffs, a police hat, and a slutty police uniform.

"Really? Roleplay," Yeonjun giggled, "Didn't take you for the type."

You shrugged, "Seeing you wear all those cute clothes in the magazines made me want to see you in something just for me."

Yeonjun unzipped out of his jacket and slipped out of his shorts. The shirt was small and tight, with the shorts showing off his cute ass. He flipped the hat on his head and spun the cuffs on his finger.

"You have the right to remain silent, sir," He winked.

You laughed at his cute acting, "Actually, the cuffs are still for you."

He looked taken aback, but Yeonjun flipped the switch instantly. He tossed the cuffs at you and sat you down on the couch. "It's kinda backward for the cop to be cuffed," He giggled.

You pulled him onto your lap as you put his hands behind his back, looking into his eyes as you latched them around his wrists. "Well, this cop has been bad. Guilty of being a slut in front of other people, without permission. So now you have to get punished."

You turned Yeonjun to face away from you and lay on the couch face down, ass up. The way he squirmed, he loved every second of you treating him roughly. You ripped his shorts off, the sound of the fabric tearing made him shudder.

The sight you were met with was Yeonjun's hole shiny and dripping.

"What's this?" You stick a finger inside your boy toy, which slides in easily. Thrusting in another finger and fucking him with them, Yeonjun's body shook and pushed against your hand to get deeper. When you pulled your hand away, it dripped with a thick clear liquid. That smelled like honey...

"No way–" You put your mouth to it and let your tongue taste. It was honey, and lots of it invested inside of him. "Is this a surprise for me?"

"Yeah, a super special one~" Yeonjun moaned as you lapped at this hole, drinking and tasting the liquid he's stored inside himself. "E-Easy, if you're too rough..."

You paused, "You'll cum? Like that will stop me from enjoying my gift." You dove back in, holding Yeonjun so he couldn't run away from you and you let another hand stroke his cock that was leaking all over the couch.

He was trying to control himself, but Yeonjun couldn't fight against the pleasure that was climbing inside him. He started to drool as his moans got more frequent and high-pitched, "Please– Oh God! You're so good, I'm gonna cum. Daddy, please–" Yeonjun's voice caught in his throat as his cock twitched and shot cum on the fabric of the couch. It drenched your hand as you stroked him, but you didn't stop until he was almost kicking.

Stopping to let him catch his breath, you stripping.

Yeonjun tried to flip over but you pushed him down on his stomach, his cum sticking to his skin.

"We're not done here," You chuckled as you stroked yourself, using Yeonjun's cum and the honey to slick yourself up.

"I-I think we can break– Just for a moment?" He squirmed but you didn't let him up.

"You were so slutty before. Sending me naughty photos in the car, wanting me to jerk off for you in the car, and even being practically naked when waiting for me to get home." You poke your tip at his hole, "We're not done, at all."

You pushed yourself inside him, feeling the honey coat you as your toy's warm walls closed down on you.

You rub Yeonjun's shoulders as you feel him tense up, "Now, make sure you're strong for me. I don't think I should hold back anymore..."

He couldn't form much of a response, mostly whimpering your name and faintly begging for more.

Who were you to deny your lovely toy what he was begging for. You pulled on his wrists, making the cuffs dig into him, and you harshly plowed him. You could tell you were hitting the right spots from the way his mouth swung open and his eyes rolled.

"Oh? Like that? You're doing amazing, Baby Boy."

Yeonjun's legs wormed their way around you and he arched his back, letting you his deeper. You grabbed his hips to lock him in place and pulled out almost completely before slamming back into him. Knocking the breath right out of him.

"Oh, holy fucking shit– Please, wait a second–" Yeonjun begged.

But you were too far gone to hear him. You moved quicker, "I know you can take it, stay strong for me, Baby." You leaned down, pressing your body onto his back, and kept thrusting, "This will teach you not to slut yourself out to people. Only me. You're mine."

Hearing that sent your toy over the edge. The friction of the couch and you slamming him made Yeonjun cum all over, somehow even more than before.

"You came twice before I got to once?" You bite at his ear, "How unfair. Now I'm gonna fill you up, my little cumdump."

Yeonjun's reply was a strained moan, his eyes sealed shut and his mouth pouring out profanity between moans. Pressing yourself tightly against him, your arms wrapped around him, you released into him with a heavy groan. You rode out your high, still moving your hips, leaving your toy mewling.

You brushed his hair with your fingers softly as he calmed down. Still inside of him, you picked him up and laid him on your lap. His face streaked with tear-stains but he still had his playful smile.

“Always a good time,” he sighed, as Yeonjun rested his head on your shoulders.

“Anything for a toy as precious as you.”

“Am I really just a toy?”

“You think you deserve to be more than that?”

Yeonjun nuzzled into your neck, “We can be more… exclusive. I surely don’t mind.”

“But you still want gifts when I see you, don’t you?”

He pecked your lips, “You know me so well!”

You laughed, “fine then, you’re all mine then. My sweet boy.”

“Now, can you carry me to the bathtub? I wanna bath, and maybe you can wash me.”

Yeonjun giggled with glee as you moved him upstairs for a bath and maybe a second round…

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