#like he moves his hips twice and suddenly he’s tensing up and whimpering out ‘m gonna—! im gonna-!! gonna—!

[jesuistrestriste]

when you’re making out with patrick + art and tell them that they can play with your body, pat immediately calls dibs on your hole and art is just :( ‘that’s not fuckin’ fair! you got it last time!’

the brunette just smirks at him and shakes his head, pulling down your panties and thumbing your perfect lil clit; while blondie pouts and lines up his needy cock with your lips. art whimpers and spills down your throat after only two minutes..! but patrick fucks you mercilessly for a solid twenty <3 pulls orgasm after orgasm from your convulsing body until you’re too spent to give any more than a few broken moans and gush of fluid over his dick

that’s why art never protests too much when patrick gets to have your perfect, gummy walls—he knows he isn’t capable of satisfying you the way his best friend can. so he’ll stick to your mouth and let pat take care of you until he can build his stamina up. he needs to last longer than five thrusts. that’s a given. it’s just,, you deserve better— no, the best— and he’s not even gonna attempt it until he knows he has a real shot

[seita]

girls like you | (m.)

pairing: hanamaki/f!reader

genre: smut, fluff

wordcount: 2.526

cw: dilf!makki, college!reader

tags: age gap, loss of virginity, virgin kink, pussy slapping with dick, multiple orgasms, mildly wet and messy, dirty talk, mating press, sensitivity kink, squirting, brief aftercare

+ note: this is my installment of @kaijime's dilf collab!

summary: you never expected to find yourself in bed with your moms ex boyfriend, or for him to have a thing for sweet little college girls like yourself.

“God, this is why I love pretty little college girls like you,” he groans, looking at you splayed across his bed. You were in just a simple pair of panties, arms tucked across your chest to cover your breasts.

You shudder beneath his gaze. His eyes are lidded, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. You never thought you’d be in a position like this -- especially with Takahiro Hanamaki of all people.

You knew him years ago, he had been dating your mom for a few months. You two actually got along really well before they suddenly broke up and you were forbade from seeing him again. 

The last thing you expected was to run into him on the street in the city you moved to for college. And you certainly didn’t expect a casual dinner to turn into you pretty much naked on his bed.

You had never even had a boyfriend before, so to wind up in this position with a man twice your age was surreal. But the longer he stared at you with those sharp, heated eyes, the wetter your panties became. 

His words run around in your head. Of course, you knew younger girls -- girls your age, always threw themselves at Hanamaki. You were pretty sure that was a reason your mom dumped him -- too much insecurity caused from it. 

But to hear him pretty much confess that he liked to bed college girls made you squirm. 

“Bet you’re dripping into those pretty panties, aren’t you?” he breathes, “Move your hands, let me see you.”

You whine and slowly force your arms to your sides, fighting the urge to cover yourself once more as his eyes landed on you. You felt so exposed and vulnerable. 

“Hiro…” you whimper, making his heartbeat speed up for a split second at the sound of a sweet nickname falling from your lips.

“I’ve dreamt about this for so long,” he whispers, reaching behind himself to pull his shirt over his head, “You have no idea…”

“H-How long?” you manage to ask, eyes raking across his body.

He’s not fit or anything like you remember seeing him in pictures when he was in highschool. He had long since abandoned volleyball and his body had begun to show his age. He wasn’t unattractive by any means, he was filled out in all the right places. His skin looked soft and his biceps bulged with every movement he made. 

“Since I was with your mother,” he grumbles, finally working on his belt, pulling the leather out of the loops on his jeans.

“What?” you gasp, eyes wide, “I-Is that why you broke up?”

He pauses what he’s doing to look at you, shrugging after a second, “Not entirely…” he sighs when he sees that you’re not willing to let the conversation go, “You know how your mother is...she’s jealous of everyone. Even you.”

“Seems she had a reason to be jealous of me,” you mutter, biting your lip to fight back a smile.

It was no secret between the two of you how toxic your mother was. She was vain, always believing she had to be the prettiest, most important person in a room. It really put a strain on your relationship when she started to force those ideals onto you -- be the perfect daughter to the perfect mom. When you moved away, you pretty much stopped contact with her.

“Well, you are a threat,” he whispers, reaching down to grip your thighs. You squeal as he tugs you to the end of the bed, “Just look at you, darling, you’re just stunning...perfect body...pretty tits.”

“Hiro…” you whisper, squirming on the bed as you await his next move.

“Let’s get these off,” he hooks his fingers into the band of your panties, pulling them down your thighs. 

Strings of slick connected your pussy to the fabric. He couldn’t help but moan at the sight. He brought your panties up to his face, thumbing the wet material, your juices stuck to his finger when he pulled away and he couldn’t help but bring the digit to his mouth.

“Fuck, taste so good,” he growls through his teeth, “And you always did wear the cutest little panties.”

“Huh?” you manage to gasp out through the haze of lust that had taken over you.

He chuckled darkly, letting your panties fall to the ground, “You never noticed how your panties went missing all the time? Couldn’t help steal them when I found them in the laundry basket.”

You giggle, hiding your face behind your hands, “Dirty old man.”

He barked out a laugh, finally dropping to his knees, gripping your thighs to pull them apart, letting him see your glistening folds, “And you’re a needy little slut, aren’t you? Getting off on fucking this old man.”

You bite your lip and peek out of your fingers at him. It feels so lewd to be like this, having your legs spread apart with a man twice your age between your legs. He had a kid just about your age, yet there you were -- letting him spread your sensitive little cunt open so he could stare at your pulsing hole and clit.

“Seriously…” he finally gasps out, “Young girls like you...fuck, you’re always so sensitive and get so fucking wet...I feel like an addict.”

“Hiro…” you whimper, reaching down to wrap your hand in his graying hair. It was softer than you thought it would be, “I-I’ve never done this before...you know?”

He curses under his breath, “Yeah, I know sweetheart...trust me...I know,” he presses a kiss to your ankle, “I’ll take real good care of you.”

You whimper as he suddenly leans in, swiping his tongue between your folds. Your entire body tightened as he flicked over your clit. He didn’t mind your hand tightening in his hair -- not when you were arching desperately, already grinding your hips down in search of more stimulation.

You were so sensitive and wet, gushing into his mouth. He eagerly lapped it up, bringing his hand up to quickly sink two fingers into your cunt. You gasped and your body tensed up for a moment, prompting him to pull away.

“Does that hurt, pretty baby?” he coos, keeping his fingers still for you as you whimper and nod, “Sorry, baby...didn’t think about how it might be too much for you.”

“‘S okay…” you mumble, body slowly relaxing, “Y-You can keep goin’.”

He grins, wrapping his lips around your clit once again. He keeps his finger’s movements to a minimum, not wanting to overwhelm you too quickly. You sigh and moan happily, thighs twitching at the pleasure he’s giving you.

“‘M gonna make you cum,” he whispers, circling his tongue around the hard little bud. 

His fingers sped up, crooking up to hit that tender little spot inside you. You let out an adorable squeal, thighs suddenly clamping around his head. He growls in mild annoyance, using his other hand to pin you open for him to continue.

His cock is straining against his zipper, throbbing in response to your responsive body. Your cunt was tightening around his fingers and he moans against your clit, knowing you’re about to cum. Your thighs are trembling and you clutch desperately at his hair. He didn’t mind the pain, in fact it made his cock even harder. 

As you finally came, you cried out his name and it was like music to his ears. Your entire body trembled and jerked underneath him, cunt squeezing his fingers as you creamed around them. He swore he could feel your clit throbbing against his tongue.

After a minute, you began pushing him away and he did so almost reluctantly. He pulled his fingers from your cunt with a lewd squelching. Holding the digits up, he spread them apart so you could see the way your cum clung to them in sticky strings. 

You whimper at the lewd sight of it but he merely grins, popping them into his mouth with a muted moan.

“Virgins just taste so sweet,” he whispers, making your face flush hot.

With practiced ease, he grips your waist and pushes you back up the bed until your head is in the pillows. He straightens himself up and begins shedding himself of the final layer of clothes he wears. 

You squirm on the bed at the sight of his cock. It’s pretty, long and pink with a flushed red tip. Precum drools down the side which he quickly catches with his hand, stroking himself languidly to the sight of you gawking at his cock.

“You still want this, pretty?” he breathes, licking his lips as he waits for your response.

You swallow thickly and sigh. You can’t believe you’re in this position. It feels so unlike you to do something like this; lose your virginity to your mothers ex-boyfriend, a man she had forbidden you to even talk to after their break up.

But as you look up at him, you feel your cunt clench pathetically around nothing and know that you need him -- want him more than anything. 

“Please, Hiro,” you softly cry, reaching out for him.

He groans at your consent, climbing onto the bed. It dips under his weight as he positions himself between your legs. He wraps his fist around the base of his cock, shuddering under the feeling of his own touch. Slapping the thick head against your wet folds, he grins when your entire body twitches in response to the feeling.

Whining low in your throat, you grip the pillow beneath your head. Your eyes are lidded and your lips are parted as you pant under his intense gaze. 

“Hiro…” you sigh softly, watching his lips twitch in response to you whining his name. 

He feels drunk, head hazy as he strokes the tip between your folds, catching your clit and dipping into your hot little hole to watch you gush against him. 

His ex-girlfriends sweet little daughter was beneath him, damn near creaming around the tip of his cock every time he pressed it against you. You were just about the age of his own kid and it felt so taboo, so wrong. But that only made it feel more exhilarating. 

It wasn’t the first time he had sunk his fat cock into the tiny, tender little virgin cunt of a college girl. It certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“You sure you want it, pretty girl?” he groans, “Want me to pop this little cherry?”

You flush under his crude words and find yourself shyly nodding. A wide grin splits his face and before you can think twice, his hips are nudging forward, popping the head inside of you. Your thighs twitch closed at the sting but he’s quick to pin them down, rocking his hips to push more and more of his length inside you until his hips are flush against yours.

You’re panting by the time he finally stills, thighs trembling in his hold. He can feel your cunt spasming around him and he can’t help but fold your legs up against your chest, pinning you there as he slowly begins to fuck you properly.

His eyes are locked onto the way your cunt stretches around him, a thick ring of white at the base of his cock every time he pulls out. It’s mouthwatering and so cute just how responsive you are. You precious little cunt sucks his cock back desperately every time he pulls out. 

“Hiro!” you squeal, little hands slapping down onto the bed, unsure exactly what to do with them.

He smiles, taking pity on you before he leans down, taking your wrists in his hands, prompting you into wrapping your arms around his neck. The change in position allows him to grind against your clit every time he sinks in. Your thighs squeeze his sides, body keeping them pinned open as he continues to fuck you.

Your fingers wrap themselves in his hair and you find yourself clinging desperately to him. He presses his lips against yours and smiles as you moan softly into his mouth. Your entire body was trembling in his arms and it made his cock throb almost painfully.

“So sweet,” he whispers, “Does it feel good, pretty? Tell me.”

“F-Feel’s so good!” you squeal, eyes rolling back in your head as you pant.

He could tell you were getting close with the way your entire body seemed to be alight with nerves, twitching and spasming beneath him. Your back arched and your tight little cunt squeezed around his cock, making him slow his pace to avoid hurting you.

The action caused an almost disappointed cry falling from your lips but he quickly shushed you, instead changing the angle of his thrusts to hit that sweet little spot inside of you. 

“You’re close…” he whispers, looking down between your bodies to watch how soaked his cock had become in your juices, “C’mon, baby, lemme see you cum.”

“C-Can’t!” you gasp, “‘S too much!”

“No, you can do it, baby,” he encourages, “Just relax and let go for me, hm?”

A soft sob rips from your lips before you suddenly fall quiet. His eyes drift to your face and sees your lip is tucked between your teeth and your brows are drawn together. He reaches between your legs to find your clit, wet and hard beneath his fingers as he circles it.

Your mouth drops open and you release an almost timid little cry, hands reaching down to wrap around his wrist. 

Your walls clamp down around him and he curses, feeling the indicative feeling of your gushing around him, squirting against his abdomen and soaking the both of you in your cum. You’re squealing and crying beneath him, tears falling from your eyes as he continues to fuck you through the high. He pins your trembling body down, keeping you from moving as he works himself to his own high.

His heavy balls slap wetly against you every time he sinks in. His cock is soaked in your cum and the sight makes him throb, finally sending him over the edge. He freezes, sinking himself balls deep inside of your still spasming cunt, making sure to shoot his cum against your cervix. You whimper at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up but quickly relax when the two of you fall still.

Once he pulls out and works on cleaning the two of you up, he can’t resist pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead. You look so cute and sweet cuddled up in his bed, struggling to stay awake after he’d fucked you so well.

Neither of you knows what to say as he lays down beside you, pulling you into his arms. Both of you know how wrong this entire thing is but part of him knows he’s become completely and utterly addicted to you. 

The picture of his ex-wife and mother of his kid sits on his nightstand, collecting dust and you muse the outcome of if your mother found out you had fucked her ex-boyfriend as you fall asleep.

seita © 2021 | all content and its rights belong to me. do not modify or repost.

[bratkook]

another taste. (m) jjk.

pairing. rockstar!jk x reader genre. smut, pwp word count. 1.2k warnings. oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, needy bed humping, spit, jk cums in his pants <3 note. ily pasc, muah ! (will tumblr tag this who knows!!)

The soft skin of your thighs rubs against Jungkook’s cheeks as he peppers kisses onto them, warm to the touch, slightly trembling from the earlier orgasm he had drawn out of you. He isn’t satisfied though, he never was until you were left in tears, writhing on the bed.

“Kook,” you whine, breathy and thick with lust, but he loves when his name sounds like that coming from you. And when your fingers tangle into his long black hair and give it a good yank he looks up at you, brow raised in question, teasing smirk on his shiny lips.

“What baby?” he mumbles, large hands gripping the meat of your thighs tightly, slowly spreading them out further and blowing a gust of air onto your sodden folds. A teasing laugh escapes him when you shudder, hips rutting up in search of more, desperate to feel his mouth on you again.

“You’re teasing me.” How you have the guts to say that when you’ve cum twice already from his mouth and hands alone is beyond him. He appeases you though, dark eyes staring at you with so much hunger swirling in them as he leans closer and places a soft kiss onto your clit, the sensation making you tremble.

“Sorry baby, just want another taste.” he whispers, sending you a wink before he's diving back in. The sensitivity instantly makes you gasp, back arching off the bed as the dull throb rekindles the fire inside of you, spreading to your limbs until you were turning into the sinful vixen he loved to see.

Jungkook always got like this after shows, high off the adrenaline the crowd gave him, needing a final ego boost in the form of you crying out his name. The minute he was off the stage he was dragging you out of the venue, sometimes he didn’t even make it that far, but he preferred the comfort and privacy of a hotel room, not a fan of you having to muffle your cries.

This show of his had been one to remember, being called for two encores, the crowd matching the band’s energy like no other; safe to say Jungkook didn’t even bother stripping out of his clothes before he was slipping his hand between your thighs, letting his mouth follow. He was always insatiable when it came to you, wanting nothing more than to live between your thighs, feel the sting of you pulling his hair while you lost yourself in the pleasure. Seeing you fall apart beneath him time and time again got him off, left him aching in his jeans, had him moaning into your pussy while he slowly rutted his hips into the edge of the mattress.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he rasps, leaning back a bit before suddenly, he’s spitting onto your messy folds, watching in awe as it drips down your slit and over your entrance, mixing in with your arousal before meeting the bedsheets.

When his middle fingers slowly slip inside you, you melt into the sheets, head thrown back as you moan out. Jungkook revels in it, latches his lips around your swollen clit as he thrusts his fingers inside you, warm walls wrapped tightly around them. He already knows how you’d feel around his cock, sucking him in each time he pulled out, always so greedy.

His own hips speed up, humping the bed like a horny, desperate mess. It makes the bed rock and it grabs your attention. As you slowly lift your head, licking over your dry lips, you smirk when you see his hips moving. The dark strands between your fingers get twirled around, a small gasp spilling out of you when he gets the rhythm just right, the way he always does.

“This gets you off huh?” you giggle, letting one foot press into his back, urging him closer to your dripping pussy, letting you feel his movement better. Jungkook just groans, curling his fingers inside of you until they met the rough patch a few inches in, satisfied when you choke and stutter on your teasing words. “It’s—fuck—it’s hot, seeing you like that. God, Kook,” you cry, keeping your strong hold on his hair when you feel the coil inside of you tightening up, the earlier orgasms bringing you closer to release faster than before.

Jungkook feels the way you tighten around his fingers, and when he glances up at you with a mouthful of your pussy, he sees the way your stomach tenses, how your tits bounce as you gasp in a breath, your face scrunching up in the most adorable way, it almost made him forget the filthy things he was doing. He wanted to feel you cum on his tongue one more time, the remnants of the last two still lingering but he needed more.

He whines louder now, the friction against his cock sending tingles up his spine, increasing as he quickened his pace. He’s been hard for what seems like hours, heavy and aching in his jeans while he took his time with you, pushing away your hands when you attempted to touch him, wanting to focus solely on you.

You could tell he was close, his left hand gripping onto your thighs tighter, dimpling the skin, the flicks of his tongue getting faster. Jungkook was about to blow his load from eating you out, and you had never seen a sexier sight. Your breathing stutters, throat tight as you gasp lewdly when he sucks with force, knowing just the right way to push you over.

“F-fuck fuck fuck,” you chant, attempting to shut your legs around his head, running from the feeling but he has none of that, keeping his hold on you until finally, you’re pushed over the edge. “Shit—“ you scream, cutting off the rest of your sentence as you writhe around, hips rutting up into his mouth while he coaxed you through it.

The way you gush around his fingers, drenching his digits and the bottom half of his face, the thick smell of sex filling the air and the soft mewls you let out push him over. Jungkook groans loudly as his hips stutter on the bed, pulling away from your cunt and letting you see his jaw drop as he finally cums. Warm spurts of cum soak into his underwear, smearing around as he milks his own orgasm with shallow ruts, whimpering in sensitivity as he comes to a halt.

“Wow,” you pant, resting your arm over your forehead as you try to catch your breath, skin tacky with sweat, inner thighs messy with his spit and your arousal. Jungkook hums in response, resting his cheek on your thigh before placing another soft kiss to the skin.

“Jeon Jungkook, notorious rockstar, cums in his pants. Who would’ve thought.” Your foot playfully nudges his back, snickering when he shoots you a teasing glare. You know you’ve done it when he starts to crawl over your body, not caring about the obvious wet spot on his jeans. “Should I give TMZ the inside scoop?”

“Yeah, go ahead and let them know how I made you scream my name so loud the hotel filed a noise complaint.”

“That didn’t happen,” you tut, smirking up at him as you playfully tap his nose. The smirk gets wiped off your face when he grabs your hips and flips you over, delivering a swift slap to your ass and laughing when it jiggles.

“The nights still young baby.”

[lattechans]

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: teasing changbin has it’s consequences

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: changbin x female reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral (m receiving), mild face-fucking, dirty talk, mild degradation, pet names, unprotected sex, creampie

𝐚/𝐧: i recently requested a smut for @moonlit-lixie and she said that she didn’t get any changbin recs before mine….and honestly, i haven’t seen much changbin love out here recently but i’m here to change that! changbin is absolutely the loml <3 and fuck he’s hot

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“please let me suck you off.”

you’re well aware of how needy you’ve been tonight, but in the privacy of changbin’s, room without any of the other boys being home, you were free to be as naughty as you wished. not that you were able to control yourself earlier when you had gone out to dine with changbin, either.

something about him – maybe it was the all black outfit he’s wearing, his tshirt hugging his muscular body beautifully, or the hint of spice in his cologne – had you insatiable tonight. all through dinner, you simply couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, eager to be close to him, just to revel in his company.

it’s fair to say that you did not dine for a very long time. in fact, you think you’d never seen changbin eat his food as fast as he did tonight and you were no different, excited to see where this would take you.

the walk in the brisk outside air back home felt painstakingly long, and it seemed like changbin had made up his mind on how to deal with you. his grip on your hand strong and firm, he just radiated determination. especially with a slight smirk hanging on his lips.

“you’ve been doing this on purpose, haven’t you?” he asks as soon as you get to his place and more specifically, his room. all you could do was shake your head no, curious to see his reaction to your quite obvious lie.

“i just want to make you feel good, i swear.”

changbin knows you well enough to tell when you’re teasing, and the sheer neediness in your voice is unmistakable. he clenches his jaw, eyes fixed on yours as he tried to hold on to some form of restraint.

“i wish i could just fuck you right here against the door but–���

he’s cut off when you reach to his crotch, palming him through his black cargo pants, enough to elicit an involuntary moan from him. he instantly pushes you against the door, hands finding your hips as to hold you steady.

“princess,” he exhaled harshly, expression completely darkened. “the boys could be back within the next ten minutes. i don’t want to take that risk.”

“i don’t care,” you replied after a moment of consideration, feeling yourself growing wetter from anticipation. if changbin weren’t already so uncomfortably hard, he would have laughed at that, instead he just scoffed.

“that’s not what i’m not worried about,” he says, briefly licking his lips as his eyes linger on your figure.

“i just don’t want anyone else to see you like this.”

his possessiveness was not unfamiliar but it never failed to leave you feeling warm, sending a pulse of red-hot desire to your core. you’re forced to rub your thighs together for some semblance of relief, your impatience only outweighed by your desire to make him feel good.

“you know it’s all for you,” you whisper, reaching for his jaw, bringing it closer to you so you could leave a faint kiss right on the corner of his lips.

he looks you over, as if to confirm that you really want what you’re asking of him. his gaze is intense, absolutely piercing, but you don’t back down – only looking at him with the most innocent expression you could conjure.

you don’t need to be told twice and you take your chance, reaching to unbuckle his belt with embarrassing haste. he takes a step back from you, allowing you free rein as you pull him out of his constrictions. your mouth watering in anticipation at the sight. he’s already almost completely hard, just a few more gentle strokes from you getting him the rest of the way there.

you eagerly adjust yourself, sinking onto your knees when he had given you enough space between the door and himself. wasting no time, you dove in to drop some sloppy, wet kisses on the tip of his cock, huffing when locks of your hair kept falling in your way.

“let me help,” changbin mumbled, his voice dark and quiet, reaching to stroke his hands through your hair and gather it into a makeshift ponytail. a few stray hairs remain loose, but it does the trick and in his eyes, it was incredibly attractive.

you gave him a grateful smile, attempting to lower your head and return to the task at hand, but he stops you with his loose grasp on your hair. he smiles at the confused pout you give him, before pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“i’m so fucking you like the good girl you are after this.”

your lips quirk into a smile. “i mean, if you insist.”

he shook his head in amusement, allowing you to lower your head back down on his crotch. taking him into your hand, you eagerly licked a broad stripe along his length, savoring his faint taste on your tongue. the groan that left his lips sends an immediate pulse to your core, the encouraging sounds only fuelling your hunger as you lapped up his taste. lingering on his tip, you add a few kitten licks around the head of his cock, circling your tongue over his warm slit.

you feel his thighs tense against your body, a soft hiss leaving him as you gathered the taste of his pre-cum in your mouth. grasping his shaft more firmly, you take only his head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around before sucking lightly.

“that’s it, baby,” changbin mewls, struggling to prevent his hips from snapping into your hot mouth.

“mmh, just like that.”

his grasp on your hair is tight, but gentle enough that you’re still in control. you hollow out your cheeks as you take more of his girth, increasing the intensity of your suction whilst still keeping your strokes restrained. to tease him further, you bring your fingertips to his balls, gently pressing the sensitive skin underneath, the way you know he likes.

his cock twitches against your tongue, and taking that as an encouraging sign, you quicken your pace. wrapping your fingers around the length you can’t manage in your mouth without gagging. you continue that way for a few moments, encouraged by his groans, until you feel him thrust into you.

caught by surprise when he hits the back of your throat suddenly, you pull yourself off of him, a string of saliva lewdly connecting your mouth to his cock.

wiping it from your face, some of your lipstick coming off as you do, you looked back up at changbin to see him breathing heavily, his full cheeks flushed pink.

“sorry,” he mumbled. “i didn’t mean to…just felt really good.”

you shook your head, assuring him it was fine, just unexpected.

“god, you’re so perfect,” he says, the words coming out raggedy, his chest heaving with each breath. you feel yourself drooling onto his cock as you relinquish control of your movements, eventually letting him push you further down his length.

“if only you could see yourself right now, so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

unable to reply, you simply grasp the fabric of his tshirt, encouraging him to continue.

tears prick your eyes as he began to hit the back of your throat repeatedly, arousal pooling in your panties as he allowed throaty groans to fall from his lips unhindered.

he threw his head back in pleasure when you relaxed your muscles, forcing down any instincts to gag and allowing his length to press down your throat. after a few strokes, he releases his grip to allow you to breathe, but you only take a moment before shoving yourself back down and swallowing around him.

a loud cruse spilled from his lips, pulling you off of him. “babe, stop, i’ll come.”

you pant to catch your breath when you look back up at him, wiping your mouth to rid it of the drool that’s gathering there. “isn’t that the point, binnie?”

he shook his head, his own breaths slightly erratic. “i’m only coming where you want be to baby,” he says, his tongue briefly making an appearance to his lips. you felt your face heat up at his comment, immediately understanding the implication. and if you were being honest with yourself, your panties were uncomfortably sticking to your own heat and just the imagine of changbin’s load leaking out from you like all the other times…

“i want you to come in me,” you say with intent. and with that changbin gives you an impatient look and takes off the remaining clothing covering his body, striding to sit on the edge of his bed, gesturing you to sit on his lap.

unable to resist any longer, dripping at his words, you gather the fabric of your skirt and climb to straddle him. he immediately reaches for your heat, trailing his fingers against your clothed lips to ensure that you’re sufficiently prepared. and when he finds your panties to be soaked, his lips curl into a smirk.

“just from sucking my cock?”

nodding your head, cheeks flushed in slight embarrassment, he hums in satisfaction.“that’s right princess,” he coos, lifting the fabric of your skirt to reveal more of you.

pulling your panties to the side with one hand and lining his cock up to your entrance with the other, you sink down onto him in one smooth movement. your warmth elicits an extended groan from him, a whimper leaving your own lips — his girth splitting you open with a tight stretch.

changbin curses under his breath, immediately releasing your skirt and letting it fall around you, obscuring the view of his cock entering you. but before you can move, his hands travel to your waist, locking you in place.

“you just love it when i cum inside you, don’t you, princess?” he said against your lips, his breath hot and heavy. you were only able to whimper eagerly in response, grinding down further against him to the best of your abilities, begging him to let you move freely. it’s a fairly recent discovery of his and luckily for you, he seems to enjoy this newly found kink just as much as you did.

“say it, doll,” he encourages you, roughly pulling your shirt down, along with your bra, so that your breasts spill out in front of him. “tell me how much you love taking my load in that pretty pussy of yours.”

“i love it, i love it,” you quickly submit, desperate for some relief. “i want your cum in me, ah, so bad.”

he lets out a low, approving hum, releasing his grip on you slowly, allowing you to rock your hips against him. even the minimal movement, paired with the complete fullness of having his cock buried inside you, has incredible tension building in your stomach, feeling yourself getting close.

his gaze lowers to your chest, the pad of his thumb finding your nipple as he rubs it repeatedly, the sensation eliciting tiny whines from you.

“god, i love your tits,” he mumbled, wholly mesmerized with the sight in front of him.

“will you let me cum on them next time?”

“y- yes,” you responded immediately, though you’re much more focused on the feeling between your legs, your head thrown back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, as you bounce on him.

a smile lingers at your lips as you wrap your arms around him, relinquishing control to him. gripping your hips tightly, he lifts them and brings them back in at a tantalizing pace, setting a slow pace that pulls satiated whimpers from you. sneaking your hand down to your clit, you deftly bring yourself to the brink with a steady rhythm, approaching your release alongside him.

it isn’t long before his resolve unravels, his smooth strokes transforming into rough, shallow thrusts. he bounces you on his cock with increased urgency, chasing friction as you leak arousal all over him.

“a-are you close binnie?”

he grunts out a yes, bucking his hips into you harshly when you clenched around him.

“cum with me, doll?” he breathes, pace now frantic.

he doesn’t need to ask twice, and with your walls clamping down on his, he’s spilling ribbons of white into you within seconds. your muscles greedily milk every last drop, squeezing erratically with every pulse that splashes against your walls. you continue rocking into him until your climaxes subside, leaving the two of you in a warm, sticky embrace.

for a lengthy moment, you embellish in the aftermath of amazing sex, heavy breaths slowing down to normal. as his warm hands rub comforting circles on your thighs, you simply lean to rest your head on his shoulder, revelling in the intimacy you can enjoy with him. a tired smile on both of your lips.

only to be interrupted with the loud discussions of the boys entering the apartment.

[companionjones]

Triggers of Desire

Pairings: Lord Asriel x Fem!Reader

Fandom: His Dark Materials (HBO)

Summary: You stop Asriel from doing something terrible. The two of you argue about it. Things ensue (though not directly resulting from the arguing).

Warnings: Cursing, SMUT, Mommy kink, Dom!Reader, Sub!Asriel

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    “Don’t you dare,” you warned.

    “Dare to what?” Lord Asriel questioned. “I know what my life is for, what I was born for. She is not a part of that plan.”

    You were shaking, livid. “Say her fucking name, you arsehole! Her name is Lyra. She is your daughter!”

    “Not in any way that counts!”

    “Stop pulling that shit, and take responsibility for once in your goddamn life!”

    “Responsibility?! I was responsible when I left her at Oxford when she was born!”

    “Yes, and that’s the only good thing you’ve ever done, and that’s including all this so called ‘work’.”

    Asriel’s face twitched. “Now you’re the one who dares--”

    “Were you going to kill that child?” you interrupted. Your voice was deadly calm.

    He clenched his jaw. He stayed silent.

    “If I hadn’t stopped you and told you of the ripple that I found, would you have killed Roger to create your own doorway?”

    “...You know I would have.”

    That ripped your heart in two. “Jesus Az.” You sat down on your bed. “When did you get like this? When we were in school together, you were ambitious, yes, but you...you had a heart. I know that much.” You finished, leaving out some details you didn’t want brought up in that moment. “And when you started dating Marisa...Dammit Az, I had never seen you so happy.”

    “Don’t bring up that vile woman now.” He was facing the fireplace then.

    You furrowed your brow. “I thought you loved her. Even after all those years...”

    “She sent her daemon to attack Lyra. Hurt her,” Asriel spat.

    “See? Was that so hard? Using her name?” you almost teased. “I knew a part of you loved that girl.”

    “Now who’s not using her name?”

    If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Asriel was teasing you, too.

    He paused for a moment. Asriel sighed. He sounded tired. “I don’t think I ever loved Marisa.”

    You couldn’t help but laugh. “Then why--?”

    “Because I couldn’t have the woman I truly loved.”

    Your heart stopped. “...Why bring this up now?”

    “Because,” he turned around to face you, “It’s why I’ve distracted myself all this time with my work. It’s why I’ve become obsessed.”

    “So it’s my fault now?” You were on your feet.

    “No!” He cursed. “It’s mine. It’s just...seeing you after all this time. Thinking about how Jeffery--”

    “Jeffery’s dead,” you blurted.

    Asriel looked as if he had just gotten the wind knocked out of him.

    “Two years ago, he went out on an expedition...and he didn’t come back. His men said that he had fallen from a cliff.”

    A heavy silence filled the space between you and Asriel.

    “What are you doi--”

    Lord Asriel had been crossing the room to you, and he cut you off by capturing your lips with his.

    You moaned at the impact. Asriel’s hands went to the base of your head and the small of your backs when you were too surprised to touch him at all.

    “Az--” you tried once the kiss broke.

    But he was already talking again. “I’ve wanted to do that for...so long, but you and him were already together by the time we met. When you got engaged as soon as we graduated, I...I thought I lost my chance with you forever.” Asriel kissed you once-twice more before his lips trailed down your cheek to your neck.

    Finally, you could speak, but you weren’t sure you were able. When your gaze met his again, only one question left your lips. You thought back to all the little moments you shared with Asriel. All those times you caught his gaze lingering on your lips. You assumed he caught you in the same way many times. “You thought it was one-sided?”

    Asriel’s eyes darkened. His pupils started to dilate. His gaze shifted back to your lips with a newfound hunger. “You mean...to tell me...all this time...that you’ve felt the same?” he grunted between assaults.

    “Always,” you gasped.

    “Then why not say something? I would’ve taken you away. We could’ve had a life together.”

    “At what cost? I was already with Jeffery. If I left him and ran away with you...Do you have any idea what that would have done to our reputations?”

    He growled, “I have never once in my life cared about my reputation. Had you said the word, I would have taken you away. Damn everyone else’s thoughts.”

    The feeling of Asriel’s mouth all over you and the words leaving his mouth had caused you to not notice he had been undressing the both of you. You didn’t notice you were naked until your bare back hit the bed. Asriel was already on top of you, lips trailing down again.

    “Wait.” The word left your mouth out of shock.

    He did so. His eyes met yours again. His head was hovering over yours.

    Again, a thick silence settled over the two of you.

    “Do you want me to stop?” He swallowed, causing his Adam’s apple to bob.

    It only took you so long to respond because the word had taken so long to travel from your brain to your lips. “No.”

    Asriel took a shaking breath. It was clear to you how much he was holding himself back. “...I need to hear you say it.”

    His eyes were glued to your lips. So were yours to his. You didn’t know if you could handle what was coming. “Take me, Lord Asriel.”

    He leaned down, and captured your lips again. He breathed in the scent of you, and on his exhale, Asriel’s hands traveled up and squeezed your breasts.

    You gasped, as the action took you off guard.

    Asriel used the opportunity to slowly lick your tongue before his mouth started making a wet path down your jaw to your tits.

    “Fuck, Asriel,” you moaned when his lips closed around your nipple. You could feel his tongue rolling over the sensitive bud. His hand was tending to your other breast, his fingers pinching and tugging at your nipple there.

    At your loud moans in response, Asriel’s cock twitched. You could feel the hard member pressing against the inside of your thigh. He was only getting harder. He switched what he was doing to your breasts.

    One particular shock of pleasure caused you to call out and pull Asriel’s hair, and he reacted with moan and an involuntary thrust into your thigh. You could feel his face heat up on your tits, and made a mental note of the button you could push (or in that case, pull).

    Eventually, Asriel left your chest. His mouth trailed down your stomach.

    “Asriel, what are you doing?”

    His eyes met yours as he sucked at the inside of your right thigh.

    You almost drooled at the sight of him between your legs.

    Asriel must’ve known exactly what he was doing to you, because when his lips left your skin, he wore a mischievous smirk that you had not seen since you were in school together. “I thought it was obvious.” He kept eye contact with you as he leant down and licked a long stripe up your cunt.

    You tried to keep yourself propped up on your elbows so you could match his gaze, but you fell back and your eyes shut tight almost as soon as Asriel made contact. The strangled moan that left your lips was the most lewd sound you had ever made.

    Asriel’s hand moved up and down your leg as encouragement. He only parted from your lips long enough to express to himself, “Oh god, yes.”

    The last person to interact with you like that had been Jeffery, and...Well, the two of you had grown apart toward the end of your husband’s life. It had been a long time for you. Besides time, you had always been jealous of Marisa for having Asriel when you couldn’t, but in that moment, you were jealous of the woman for a whole other reason. Asriel had a gift. You didn’t last long with his mouth working on you.

    “Asriel-Asriel, oh god. Oh god, yes. Asriel, I think I’m gonna...”

    Vaguely, through the deafness your pleasure caused, you could hear Asriel. “Come for me. Please, come for me.”

    As your stomach and legs tightened up, you grabbed a fistful of Asriel’s hair and tightened your grip as well.

    His moan against your lips was enough to send you over the edge. “Oh, god...oh Asriel...”

    When you came to, Asriel was already making out with you again. It took you a moment to put together what he was saying. “...need you...right now.” Asriel pulled away from you. “You need to tell me in this moment if you can’t do this because once I’m inside you, I won’t be able to stop.” One of his hands was playing with your breast while the other was sliding his cock up and down your folds, spreading the slick. As if things weren’t already slick enough.

    You tugged him down to you using the back of his neck. You ordered, “Fuck me, Lord Asriel.”

    It barely took him a second to comply.

    You gasped when he entered you, and Asriel groaned, “Oh, darling.” He scrambled to find your mouth to kiss.

    While catching your breath from his thrusts, “Good boy,” slipped from your lips.

    It seemed to knock the air out of Asriel. He snapped his hips into you. The man whimpered.

    “You like that?” The corners of your mouth turned upward.

    Asriel didn’t respond. He stayed buried deep inside you. He seemed to be working very hard at keeping his breathing normal.

    You had no problem taking control. Suddenly, you flipped the two of you over.

    “Are you my good boy?” you smiled. You leaned down to kiss Asriel as you humped his cock. Making your way down his jaw to his neck, you repeated, “My good, good boy...my baby...”

    As time went on, it got harder and harder for Asriel to hold back his moans and whimpers. One of his hands slid up to the back of your neck. “Y/n...”

    Licking up to his ear, you whispered, “You think you can call me ‘mommy’?” You knew it was a risky move. Your kink wasn’t for everyone, but there wasn’t anybody you trusted more than your Asriel.

    His cock twitched inside you. “Keep going, m-mommy, please...”

    That was music to your ears.

    “Good boy,” you encouraged, “You gonna cum for me? Hm?” You gonna cum for mommy?”

    He looked so helpless as he nodded.

    “Then cum for me. Cum for me, baby. It’s okay. Let go.”

    “Oh god.” He tensed up. “Oh my god. Mommy-mommy, I gotta--” Without warning, he flipped the two of you over and started slamming into you.

    You tried keeping up with him, but you eventually fell back in ecstasy. Your orgasm overwhelmingly coursed through you.

    Immediately after you, Asriel filled you, and collapsed on top of you. As he came, “Mommy!” desperately flowed from his lips.

    Hearing it like that was enough to tighten your walls even more than they were before.

    That word fell from Asriel at least 20 more times before you two were done.

    After, as the two of you laid together, Asriel eventually whispered, “I am so sorry, darling. I shouldn’t have...I should have never even thought...”

    “I know, baby.” You pulled yourself closer to him. “I know.”

    He continued, “I think...I want to try to to be a better father.”

    That made you prop your arm up on an elbow so you could look at him. You stroked his cheek with your thumb. “Are you sure, baby? This is something you have to be sure of.”

    “I know, darling,” he nodded, “I know I want this. And...I know I want you by my side.”

    Your heart skipped a beat. You smiled. “Yeah?”

    His happy face matched yours. “Yes, darling. If you’ll have me.”

    “Of course I’ll have you, baby.” You kissed him. “Of course I will.”

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[deewithani]

Perils of Spring - Chapter 1

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Reader

Word count: 1,456

Warnings: sex pollen, masturbation, oral sex (m! receiving), Rex begs (not really sub!rex, tbh), cum eating, light gagging

A/N: We’re throwing basic biology out the window. I’ve never been with a guy who has been able to cum more than twice in a fairly short amount of time, but this is fanfiction rules, so our dear Captain has no problem. This chapter is just absolutely dirty smut that only exists so Rex begs. I wanted to make it a one-shot after the prologue, but I have too many ideas and so much more to add, so at least 1 more (if not more than 1) chapter will be released.

Prologue | Chapter  1 | Chapter 2

“Please, I need you. Help me cum, it hurts so bad.” You had entered Rex’s tent to check on the Captain, fearing he may have been injured as you heard him calling out for you, but what you saw when you entered was gloriously beautiful and scary at the same time. Rex lay stretched out on his cot, sweat beading at his temples, a look of pain on his face, wearing full armor minus his codpiece. In its place his blacks had been pulled down just enough to release his cock, thick and slightly curved, the tip glistening with precum. You watched, entranced, as he moved his still gloved hand up and down the shaft, his foreskin hiding and then revealing the reddened head of his cock like it was a present just for you.

The smell of sweat and blaster residue and something entirely “Rex” filled the air of the small tent. It was like you had walked straight into a dream that was morphing into a nightmare before your eyes. Your mind had wandered many times before, during the night when you were lonely, to scenes very much like the one which currently lay before you. In those fantasies Rex was relaxed, enjoying your eyes sweeping over his naked form, beckoning you with a lust filled stare that sent electricity straight to your core.

But here, now, he lay trembling, regarding you silently as he continued to stroke himself, his request hanging in the air, waiting for you to obey.

Slowly, you moved further inside the tent, pulling the flaps closed behind you and tying them to keep them from being opened. No matter what is happening to him now, you’re certain he wouldn’t want anyone else to walk in on this scene. Although he is still –almost- in his full armor, he looks nothing like you would expect from a Captain in the GAR. Until you know exactly what is happening, you have to protect him. You will bring Kix back to the tent if you need to, or another trooper you know you can trust, but you have your suspicions as to what has happened to Rex.

His eyes followed you as you moved through his tent toward his cot. You sat down next to him and placed your hand on his cheek, still considering the request. You had heard that the core temperature of clones ran higher due to their heightened metabolisms, but the heat radiating off his face seemed much higher than could be safe for anyone.

“Something’s very wrong, you’re burning up!” you warned, but Rex wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying. He was gazing up at you searchingly, as one would look if they were asking a deity to answer their prayers. “T-touch me, please. I h-have to cum. It will get worse. K-kix warned…”  

Kix had given you all a quick rundown of some of the more “interesting” fauna of the planet, warning that there were rumors of a plant with aphrodisiac properties which, if ingested at a large enough quantity, could cause death. There was no antidote, he explained, only a physical release could lessen the biological response of anyone unfortunate enough to come across the flower. It became clear to you that your suspicion was correct. Rex must have come across this plant and he was now suffering from its effects.

Slowly he moved his trembling hand from where he had gripped himself and covered yours that you had laid on his cheek. “Cyar’ika, please touch me” he breathed, his fingers tightening around yours as he looked to you for approval. When you nodded your head he placed his hand over yours and moved it down his fevered body, to the point where it was needed the most and tightened your grip on his weeping member, guiding your movements and holding your gaze with his, before quickly releasing your hand and grabbing the thin GAR-issued blanket that covered his cot. It only took a few strokes before Rex groaned and threw his head back, coming undone in your fingers, some of his pearly white release splattering on his armor and running down your hand.

“S-so good for me, kriff, so good”, he whispered. He let his eyes close for a moment, looking as if he was trying to calm his ragged breathing.

When he opened his eyes he looked up at you, eyes shining with unshed tears looking as if they could fall with his next heartbeat. Biting your lip, you tore yourself away from his pained gaze and looked to his cock, which looked painfully hard despite his release. You touched his cheek again, and he leaned into your hand, but he felt no cooler than he had before his orgasm.

Licking your lips, you glanced down at the mess on your other hand before throwing away your inhibitions, deciding then to give Rex a little show before licking up his warm cum and popping your fingers in your mouth, letting your tongue clean the tangy saltiness from your skin. You kept your eyes on his while working your fingers in a way you hoped was seductive until Rex suddenly tensed, moaning your name and climaxing for a second time.

‘That was unexpected’, you mused to yourself, and he looked to you, seeming to want to speak, but no words were forming. “How do you want me to help you, Rex? I want to help you, just as long as you want me to help. I need you to tell me what you need.”

“Mouth, cyar –kriff, it hurts. Please – I want your m-mouth”, Rex sighed, “Dreamed of your sweet lips around me.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You had dreamed of this so many times, on your knees between his legs, his heavy cock in your hand while you licked and sucked at his length. Closing your eyes, you let out a breath that you didn’t realize you had been holding, mentally preparing yourself for the task ahead. You were not exactly experienced in giving blowjobs, and Rex was much larger and thicker than your previous lovers.

“Rex, I-I don’t know…” you started, but he quickly cut off your protestations. “You’re so beautiful, so good. G-good for me.”

You positioned yourself between his knees, and wrapped your hand around the base of his thick cock. Tentatively you laved at the sides, cleaning the mess from his previous releases and mentally preparing yourself. His hard cock jumped in your hand at the attention you were giving it, and Rex let out a weak moan, but you were too much in your own thoughts to hear him. He was so thick, thicker than you had imagined in your fantasies, that now self-consciousness was biting at the edge of your mind.

‘Stop it’, you chided yourself. He told you he had dreamed of this, and you had as well. There was nothing holding you back from fulfilling this fantasy but the self-doubt that was running rampant through the hallways and recesses of your inner self.

Confidence surged through you as you took him into your mouth; lips stretched wide, the salty taste of his release and your own spit heavy on your tongue. You lower yourself until his head reaches the back of your throat, when his hips suddenly jerk, causing you to gag on his length, causing you to release him quickly, embarrassed by your lacking abilities. The movement pulled you out of your thoughts, and you heard Rex speak more clearly than he had when you first entered the tent.

“You make such sweet noises for me. I want to hear them again.” You look up to see Rex sitting up on his elbows, reaching out to you. Touching your cheek, much like you had touched him, he moved his thumb to your bottom lip, pulling it down and rubbing it along the seam. Instinctively you opened your mouth, licking the digit and bringing it into your warm heat. Something new is in his eyes, something dangerous, as if he’s a predator watching his prey, deciding when to strike. “So beautiful. All for me. Will you let me do this? Fuck your mouth?”

His words, so filthy and so unlike the kind, courageous Captain you knew, sent heat straight to your core. A small whimper escaped your lips and your eyes widened at the request, and he removed his thumb so you could answer.  “Y-yes, Captain”. You watched as his cock twitched at your reply, filing that new information away for later. With a smirk on his lips and a playful glint in his eyes, he replied “That’s my good girl.”

‘Good girl’, kriff. You were truly fucked now.

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[stxrshxpxd]

professor x 90s!damon

Pairing: 90s damon albarn x reader

Word count: 2.521

Warnings: smut (professor x adult student)

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It had all begun last week. My english professor had asked me to stay behind after his class to discuss the ever-decreasing quality in my essays over the past few weeks. I had fallen into a rant about my personal life and family relations and everything that had been distracting me. I must’ve come off as extremely unstable (and desperate to not lose my high grade in his glass), and Damon must’ve nodded understandingly and hummed quietly about a hundred times. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened between us, but it was nearing winter so the sun had begun to set while we sat in his classroom that afternoon. It had felt inappropriate to see him in that lighting. He had looked so beautiful with the last rays of sunlight laid across his face. He’d always had a soft and deep voice but I had never before heard it speak so quietly and in such an empty room.

I had had several dreams about him ever since that long talk, some less appropriate than others. I was happy I had an excuse to look at him for hours on end, seeing as he was the professor. But I realised at the end of class that I had barely taken any notes, except all the mental ones I had made about Damon’s body and its language. How he caressed his jaw with his entire hand, how he licked his lips every other minute, how he toyed with the golden ring on his left index finger when he listened to a student answer a question, and how his eyes lit up when one of his favourite authors were brought up in discussions.

He couldn’t have been more than a couple years older than me. I knew he had just graduated from uni a year prior to taking this teaching position. He was maybe 26 or 27 years old, I speculated in my head as I was packing up my textbook and closing my untouched notebook. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts about this man’s age that he had to call on me twice before I heard him. I dropped my books on my desk and looked up through attentive eyes and a tensed jaw.

“Yes?”

“Can I have a little chat with you?”

I nodded, still frozen in my seat. The last few students exited the classroom and then we were alone again in the uncomfortable silence.

“What happened to trying harder to focus in class?” he asked in a kind voice from behind a soft smile. His head was tilted down and to the side and his eyebrows were raised. It was a playful remark. He had obviously noticed my vacant stares and how I had only ever picked up my pencil to gnaw at the end of it and then eventually put it back down.

“I don’t know,” I squeaked. It made me frustrated. I was never this modest in my dreams. But Damon was standing on the other side of my desk with his fingertips sitting on the edge of it, and I felt so small in my seat.

“Is it still your family?” he asked carefully but there was a bit of something else in his voice. I didn’t trust myself to read him correctly, as I was heavily influenced by the part of me that was already mentally undressing him. His white button up shirt with rolled up sleeves, the dark blue tie, the black trousers and the dark brown belt that hugged his hips snugly. All of it was on the floor in my head before I answered.

“Yeah..” I said quietly. It almost came out as a question. I was confused with the whole situation and didn’t know if the sexual tension was just in my head.

“Are you sure?” Damon asked tilting his head back to expose his jaw for a second or two before he turned around and headed back to his desk, letting his fingertips linger for a moment on my desk before they slipped off and left with the rest of him.

“Sir..” I began while not knowing where I was going with my sentence. Neither did I have any idea why I had just called him ‘sir’. No one called the professors ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’ at my university. Damon and I were both equally as shocked at my utterance. He turned around with two raised brows and his hands shoved in his pockets as he leaned back to sit on the edge of his desk. He couldn’t help but smile in a sort of mischievous way. I almost trusted my intuition regarding his emotions now, but after my last line I was unsure if I was ever going to let myself speak to him again.

Damon looked down and broke into a small laugh. It almost looked like he was blushing.

“Sorry,” he chuckled under his breath, flustered. His voice cracked slightly but it was equally as deep as always.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked, leaning in over my desk. I suddenly felt brave. Damon shook his head and forcefully wiped his smile off his face.

“...Nothing,” he said. He tensed his jaw and his jaw muscles were very prominent for a moment before he untensed them again. My breath became shaky and artificially deep to keep myself from fainting. I was sure my cheeks were red now as I was back to undressing him in my mind. I enjoyed the part where I imagined him slowly unbuttoning his shirt the best. I had played that scene in various different settings and scenarios many times in my head.

“Are you sure?” I repeated his own question from earlier.

A long moment of eye contact ensued. To my surprise I wasn’t the first one to look away. Damon tilted his head up again and studied the ceiling for a second, and then looked down again.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked the question back at me. It was getting a bit juvenile and ridiculous at this point, but I was still too scared to say it out loud.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Can’t tell me specifically, or can’t tell anyone?”

“You specifically.”

Everything was about as quiet as a classroom could be between our short lines. I was still leaning forward over my desk and my arms were crossed under my chest. I caught him stealing one short glance of said chest.

“Why?”

He was trying to stay professional. I was trying to stay out of the sexual gutter in my head that was toxifying our conversation and clouding my judgement.

“It’s about you.”

“Figured,” he chuckled and nodded at my, rather obvious at this point, confession. He looked down at his shoes and moved his feet awkwardly as he pondered.

“What’s the best that could happen if you tell me?” Damon asked as he turned his head up again to look at me.

I was caught off guard by his unusual question. I felt frozen in my seat but on the verge of sweating at the same time as another scene played out in my head. Damon’s hands on my wrists pinning me to the top of his desk and his hips crashing into mine at a slow controlled pace and his dirty words spilling out from his mouth to cover my body. Best case scenario.

I realised I was the one smiling mischievously now. I stopped immediately but he had already seen and studied my grin in detail. He gave one in return and narrowed his eyes.

“Go on,” he egged me on to answer his question. There was not much professionalism left in him now.

“Best case scenario…” I began and I finally moved. I sank  down in my seat a bit and nervously played with my pencil.

“We, um..”

We fuck on your desk, sir.

“We?” Damon asked. I had lost all my previous bravery and couldn’t look him in the eyes any longer.

“We...  well, you-”

“What, y/n?”

He was getting impatient now. The last thing I wanted was for him to give up on me and let the whole thing go. So, I said it.

“We-we sleep together. Like, sex. On top of your desk maybe.”

Every single muscle in my body was tensed and my gaze turned as far away from Damon’s as possible. But I heard him laugh quietly, which made me want to look up. His smile was one of the prettiest smiles I had ever seen.

“Come here then.”

Now I looked up. I didn’t just look up. I snapped my head up and straightened my posture all in one nervous swift movement.

“Sorry?” I asked.

“I figured that was the case, what with all the staring. None of the other students look at me like you do.”

He was in complete control of the situation now and wasn’t blushing like before.

“No one calls me sir either,” he joked and walked up closer to me. My lips were dry and I had to lick them several times before I could speak.

“Did you like it?” I asked quietly, shying away from his eye contact once again.

“I think you could tell I liked it.”

I mustered up all the strength I had in me to stand up. He was closer than I had imagined and his breath was tickling my face now. I licked my lips a few more times. His hand caressed my cheek and then he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. I was suddenly aware of the fact I couldn’t recall us ever having touched before. Then we did, a lot. His lips touched mine, his right hand touched the side of my neck, his chest almost touched mine, his left fingertips touched my waist, and my fingers nervously touched the sides of his torso.

He was warm and his hands felt like how his voice sounded. They slid down my side and held my waist as he backed me up towards his desk. The rational part of my brain had never thought this would ever happen, but I was indeed sitting on the edge of his desk with Damon’s hips between my legs.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you again,” he ordered.

“I want you to fuck me, sir.”

He grinned into our kiss as I called him by his new favourite nickname. I almost lost my ability to speak when he unzipped my jeans and then stuck his hand inside.

“How many times have you touched yourself thinking about me?” Damon asked in a pleased growl as he felt the outside of my wet underwear. I whimpered and grabbed a hold of his surprisingly strong biceps. He was skinny but clearly muscular under his white button-up. He began to help me wriggle out of my jeans.

“Too many times,” I admitted with a pair of blushing cheeks. Damon left a whisper in my ear and then backed a step or two away from me.

“Show me how.”

It made me nervous to look at him as he was unbuttoning his shirt, exactly like how I had imagined, as he stood and watched me rub circles around my clit. I eventually couldn’t hold myself up any longer. My back was resting on his desk and I wasn’t left alone for much longer. When I opened my eyes Damon’s face and bare shoulders was the only thing I saw. He had never looked prettier or hotter. His small stubbly hairs, the gorgeous colour in his eyes, his adorable nose and the sharp breaths that escaped it to fall on my face.

He pulled my hand out of my underwear and before he pinned it to his desk he stuck my middle and ring finger into his mouth. He sucked them clean and smiled devilishly.

“You taste lovely,” he purred and I choked on my own breath. I could’ve never imagined just how giddy it would actually make me feel to hear him talk like this.

Damon moved my pants to the side and pushed two of his fingers inside me. I could feel the cold metal of his ring in contrast to my warmth and stickiness.

“Fuck… Sir, please,” I whimpered. I wanted to see everything he was doing but it was hard to keep from screwing my eyes shut every time he curled his long fingers inside me.

“What do you want, darling?”

“Your cock. Inside me. Now. Please.”

My breaths were sharp and every single one was cut short by the next one.

“Oh, you sound so sexy when you beg.”

His voice only seemed to grow deeper and more gravelly with every moment that passed. And just like that I couldn’t think of anything other than the sensation of his cock pushing into me. He felt massive, and I realised he was indeed massive when I crunched up to look down on our bodies. He was only just halfway inside me, but with every thrust he went deeper and deeper and all I could do was moan and whimper and squirm under him.

Damon’s eyes met mine and he smirked before he clasped his hand around my throat and forced me down to lay on my back again. He accidentally smashed the back of my head quite violently against the wooden surface.

“Oh God, sorry,” he gushed under his breath and I laughed lightly. Damon leaned forward to leave a few gentle kisses on the side of my neck.

“It’s okay,” I chuckled, my heart growing soft for his affectionate side. The softness didn’t last long though, as he was soon growling and breathing heavily again.

“You feel so fucking good,” he sighed into my neck.

Damon’s hand slid up inside my top and then yanked my bra down to expose my breasts to his mouth. He began kissing harshly around my nipples and then sucked at my right one.

I clawed my nails into his sturdy back as I felt all my insides tense up and tingle with excitement.

“Damon, sir, I’m so close,” I squirmed in a small voice. I felt him smile and hum against the skin on my chest, sending amazing little vibrations throughout my body that affected me more than I could’ve ever imagined. Finally I was brought over the edge and Damon pressed his lips against mine again. I moaned into his mouth and he kept kissing me sloppily as I came down from my high and Damon’s was just around the corner.

“Fuck,” he mumbled into the kiss and then pulled away from me. He pulled out and pressed his throbbing head against my lower stomach and I watched him in awe as he spilled out over my stomach.

Damon breathed heavily and I sat up to pick his head up. I pulled my fingers through his short dirty blonde fringe and we melted into a kiss again as my hand fell to rest on the back of his neck.

“We’re definitely gonna have to do this again,” Damon sighed with a smile.

[kataang-dungeon]

First Feelings

(Just some tender Kataang first-time drabble smut)

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They had planned every move of this day, and still, it felt like it couldn’t possibly be happening. It couldn’t possibly be real. The feel of him pressing against her and the hungry whimpers he drew out of her were heavenly. A roll of her hips upwards was more than enough to ensnare his full attention. She smiled into his lips as he jumped, bucking and pressing her into the bed.

This part was a bit nerve-racking for her, and Aang knew it, too. She didn’t care about any kind of pain. It was the vulnerability that put her on edge. On her back and spread bare was bad enough, let alone to surrender control of her body’s every reaction.

But she trusted him. More than anything in this world, she trusted him. Aang kissed her so deeply that it left her a bit dizzy, and her disorientation was just what he needed to position himself. Hard flesh probed her inner thigh, dragging wetly towards her aching sex. Katara shook, and pushed herself away from him while also trying to pull him closer. 

His kisses were distracting, but not distracting enough. She pulled back with a gentle gasp when he pushed the beginnings of himself into her. His whole body tensed and flexed in a way that foretold just how badly he wanted to shove himself inside her, desperate to join them, but he waited, kissing her face, for her to give the unspoken okay. When she was relaxed enough to kiss him again, he made his next move. He split her open with languid slowness, savoring the sensation. Katara squirmed from his intrusion. Her inner muscles struggled to push him out and pull him in at the same time, creating a push and pull that made it increasingly difficult to not thrust into her without abandon.

The moment he hilted into her, so deep into heaven that he nearly forgot how to breathe, Katara froze, but only for a moment. A shiver ran through her from head to toe that made her arch and bow in a roll of her body that Aang matched with his own. She scrambled, clawing and clenching with her arms and legs, aimlessly trying to get something. She settled with a swift bite to his shoulder and a rake of her nails down his left side while her legs—spread open and flat for him—hooked her ankles around his thighs.

“M...Move.” Katara pawed his back some more. It was Aang’s turn to groan, the sound a long and low roar, as her squirming did delicious things to the part of him buried in her. “Aang...Aang, move.”

Aang lifted himself on his forearms and descended on her without needing to be asked twice. He controlled himself to long, slow thrusts that had her gasping at every apex so he could burn the memory of this moment into their minds.

His own urges were running away from him. He shifted, spreading her wider for him. He hid his face in her pool of hair and hissed into it as he found a rhythm.

Katara sighed, nearly purring, and put her arms above her head. Any semblance of vulnerability was gone. He had her, now, wholly and completely. The sensation wasn’t just hers, though. Aang felt completed with the same feeling. The realization made him curse and struggle not to show her just how much the gesture meant to him.

“How are you feeling?” he mumbled against her throat. They were wet with sweat and slick and pressed tight against each other, and he was sure to angle himself to give his attention to the bead of her sex. “Is this too much?”

“Don’t you dare pull out,” Katara quickly said. Aang laughed. He pushed himself up some more so he could look at her. Katara was flushed, panting, and beautiful right beneath him. Something like pride blossomed in his chest at the realization that he was able to make her feel so good.

Aang’s thrusts were slow and measured but gradually inching up speed. He peeled away just enough to look down between them. The sight of him disappearing within her drew a groan out of the deepest parts of him. This was happening. And it was happening with Katara. Instinct took over as he lowered himself and bit along her throat. She easily opened for him, and he threw his weight into his movements until every plunge into her left her breathless.

Katara lost track of time and space after the second time Aang did whatever he did to make pleasure fill her from head to toe. She was struggling to stop her tender shivering when he groaned, holding her tighter, and bearing down with all that he was. Sudden anticipation flipped her stomach and had her doing everything to bring him closer. His thrusts were erratic, and Aang was on the brink, and Katara never wanted to leave this dream world made of pleasure, especially when warmth pooled into where he was moving within her and that wound her lower belly closer and closer to the edge for a third time.

He was kissing her when it happened. His frantic thrusts suddenly stuttered, the whole of him shuddering and desperately crawling closer like he couldn't get deep enough inside her. He was suddenly flexed and pressing down, breathing hotly against her neck as he rolled in short, jerking thrusts that sheathed him completely within her. "Oh...Oh fuck...!" His gasps led into a large inhale as he pressed, tensed all over.

His small curse was more than enough to undo her. Katara dug her nails into the hard muscles of his back and writhed breathlessly beneath him. She didn’t expect to feel the heavy jerks of him deep inside her or the dull pulses of his hard flesh splitting her open. Aang allowed himself a gasp amidst it all, his hands thankfully pulling up the sheets and not her hair. Ohhhhhh... Katara froze from the intimate moment, too overcome with the myriad of sensations. Aang—her boyfriend of six years, her best friend, and the Avatar—was cumming inside her and shivering with the pleasure that she brought him. She gasped twice and held her breath, too, just as stunned by the moment as he was. She melted and made a humming sound, nearly purring with the sensation.

The seconds stretched on, and his rigidity bled into slow grinding that eventually unraveled into weak thrusts. The gentle rocking cradled their friction and was just barely light enough to keep Katara from biting through her lip entirely. When he finally collapsed, Aang’s weight was warm and comforting and forced her breathing to sync with his. 

She scratched his back—she had to do something—and enjoyed the soft touches he gave to every mark he had left behind. She guided his head to the soft spots where he did whatever the hell he did that made them feel so good. "That...was…,” she paused to swallow through her panting, “...amazing."

He was kissing her before she could say more. "You're amazing," he said between tastes of her. Katara smiled and welcomed the smile he answered her with. She was exhausted like she had just fought the entirety of the 100-year war in just the span of a few minutes, but she had never felt more alive.

She felt one of his hands slide over her chest, his other curling around her head and lazily playing with her hair. "How do you feel?" he asked, tempered with concern.

"Perfect," she said.

Aang laughed, his thrusts simmering in the background such that he remained sheathed inside her. She envied his energy. "You feel so good, Katara."

She blushed terribly. "What does it feel like?"

His next thrust was slow, the exhale that followed drawing out a shiver with it. "Warm. And tight. Really tight." Katara didn’t know if he was saying it into her ear on purpose, his words thick and heavy with something that dripped into her. She stretched her arms behind her head again and arched, completely content.

They must have been laying there for longer than she thought. Or she had severely underestimated him. His little thrusts grew faster, and Katara didn't mean to make the sound that she did when she felt him harden inside her. She nearly whined when he pulled back, but she blushed hotly when she saw him watching himself slide in and out of her. Their movement made a wet squelch that had them both blushing.

“How does that feel?” he asked, looking directly at her and curling over to bring their faces closer. “Can you feel me inside you?”

Yes. Spirits, yes, yes, yes, yes—

Katara struggled to make an affirmative noise. “Feels...full,” Katara struggled even harder to remember her words. “I can feel you move. And the stretch is nice. Really nice.”

Aang had mercy and slowed so she could work through the pleasure and think clearly. “Could you feel me cum inside you?”

Katara groaned and didn’t bother stopping it. He spoke like he was stating the obvious and impatient for her to admit it. “Yes.” She said it like he had asked her for permission to do it again. She watched him tense and felt him buck into his next thrust. “I could feel it. I could feel everything.”

He looked between them again and stifled a curse, controlling his breathing with hissing breaths. Katara's breathing ran away from her without him over her to control it. He watched her lose it as he moved, shifting angle just a bit and marveling at how she reacted. Katara sunk into the sheets and tried to forget about how very much she wasn't in complete control of herself. The vulnerability was as exhilarating as it was intimate, but his look of hunger and humor had her scowling at him. "Aang." She hooked her ankles around his waist so he couldn't move that far out of her. "C-Come on."

He smiled. "You want to go again?" He was solid within her, now, and throbbing heavily, and Katara squirmed when he slowed down to a snail’s pace.

"Yes! Please!" She was hypersensitive from just orgasming, and he seemed to be no better off. The plea in her voice made his face turn to something that made him shudder. She clenched spitefully around him, and he sucked in his next breath. He bit his lip beautifully and cursed like a sailor that even her father would have scolded.

She was forcing herself to get up and push him back so she could move for him, but luckily, he surrendered to instinct. He pressed her flush to the ground and picked up like they had never stopped.

"Aang!" She cried his name and almost wished she hadn't. He set off on a brutal pace, fueled by her cry of his name, alone.

She pulled him into a kiss, even though neither of them could properly catch the other. She needed more of him. She needed all of him. She was starved for him, and when he scooted closer, threatening to roll her backwards, she thanked every spirit that there was.

They were both too sensitive for it to last long. Their groins were so slick that his speed could be merciless, and Katara writhed when she came. Aang grabbed her wrists and held them down to keep her from clawing the still fresh welts on his back. She pulled back and gasped into his mouth, swallowing on her breaths like she was chugging gallons of pleasure.

Aang pressed his slack-jawed groan into her cheek as he stilled and shuddered again. The ecstasy was tamer than before, from muscles too exhausted to express the euphoria they found in each other. They marveled at the fullness and the feeling until they, at some point, lost all strength and melted into a pile of sweaty limbs and heaving chests.

“Katara?”

“Mhm?”

“I don’t wanna pull out, yet.”

“Then don’t,” she said with a slur, happy and lazy and content, “You feel good.”

“Good doesn’t begin to describe it.” He tried to kiss her but couldn’t find the energy to move farther than her jaw, so she met him half-way with a smile. “I love you,” he mumbled.

“I love you, too.”

Katara blushed when she felt how wet everything was down there because of them. She was thinking about how to clean up when Aang made the decision for her. He pulled her close like he wasn’t going to let go until the morning, his arms strong and reassuring around her.

"Goodnight," he slurred.

Katara rolled her eyes. They could clean up later, she supposed. Besides, she was too sore to move. And she felt so blissful that she didn't want to disturb the fuzzy feeling that they had wrapped themselves in just yet.

He tugged on the blanket, not that she needed it with him to warm her. Katara eventually allowed her eyes to close, noticing just before she passed out that Aang was already out like a light.

When she woke up in the morning, he was just as happy as her to realize that it hadn’t been a wonderful dream.

They took their time celebrating their new reality. Most of the morning, in fact.

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Much love and horny,

Mod Sifu Grapefruit

[anotheronechicagobog]

Soulmates... Because The World Wasn’t Crazy Enough - Charlie Hudson x Sarah Truong - Soulmate AU

written by @anotheronechicagobog

warnings: angst, mention of exes, not One Chicago

Simultaneously, at 12:01 am eastern standard time May 31st, 2021, everyone on the planet felt a burn. Some interrupted at work, some while doing chores, some while watching Netflix (because what else was there to do in a pandemic?), and some were awoken from sleep. It was a searing, agonizing sixty seconds until the burning stopped. The burning didn't occur in the same place for everyone, though the wrist, forearm, inner thigh, and ankle seemed to be the most common locations. After it was over and everyone was finally able to get their bearings, they all looked at the tattoos, the name or names, that had spontaneously been written on their skin in thick black, dark grey, and/or navy blue ink. The fanfiction writers had been the first to figure it out, soulmates, but the scientific community and governments wanted a more thorough explanation.

The information was out within forty-eight hours, via the fanfiction writers who had been deemed something of experts on this matter. The placement of the tattoo didn't hold any relevance other than that the location was mirrored on your soulmate, if your tattoo was on your left inner thigh, theirs was on their right inner thigh. The colours were pretty easy to figure out. Navy blue was familial soulmates, dark grey was platonic soulmates, and black was romantic soulmates.

Even though science backed up the theories, Sarah couldn't help but look at her tattoo on her right hip, the name is written in her own handwriting in deep black ink.

Charlie H.

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Going to work the days following what was being dubbed 'burn day' was... Not ideal. Everyone was speculating and asking intrusive questions that Sarah really just didn't want to answer. She tried focusing on her work, crimes didn't stop just because soulmates suddenly exist, but it didn't work. Not when her assistant Kelly spent the entire day hyperventilating because she has Jesse M. written on her left forearm in black, or one of her lab techs Jason was on the verge of tears because his wife's romantic soulmate was his brother and he was her platonic soulmate, and hers honestly felt like it was still burning, but not from being created, from being ignored. She'd met him at Rex's favourite dog park the day after it happened to talk, but when she got there he was on the phone with Julia, talking about how his name was on her wrist in black ink. She'd hid behind a tree until they were done, and even then took a few more moments to herself so that she wouldn't have an audience as her heart finished breaking. On a normal day, Sarah would have usually seen Charlie at least twice by now, and she was putting a draining amount of energy into wondering who was avoiding who.

"Hi, Sarah." Her entire body went rigid, she'd been so distracted she hadn't finished her analysis let alone be aware that Charlie had come to the lab. "H-hi Charlie, you're here for the blood analysis right?"

"That too, I guess. I was just wondering how you're doing... You know with the whole soulmate thing. It's been a few days since it happened and you've just been acting a little off. The last time you were like this you and Thomas had broken up."

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me Charlie, I'm fine." He looked doubtful, and something akin to despair sunk into his eyes briefly, before changing back to the

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Thomas was the last person Sarah expected to call her. Their breakup hadn't exactly been antagonistic but it certainly hadn't been amicable either. They'd been together for years, Thomas was the most serious significant other she'd ever had... Until he wasn't. The move out to St. John's was supposed to be temporary, it was supposed to give her a boost in her resume for a job in Toronto. But not everything turns out how it was supposed to. So when his number lit up her screen she was confused but didn't hesitate to take the call, closing the door to the lab to have some privacy. "Thomas?"

"Sarah, hi... How have you been?"

"Good. What about you?"

"Great, actually, but I didn't really call to ask how you are and you're probably aware of that. It's about soulmates." Sarah got the worst pit in her stomach. It was heavy and deep and it brought tears to her eyes. During the days following the burn when everyone was trying to find their soulmates there were some who came across a horrific discovery; just because someone is your soulmate doesn't mean that you are theirs. Sarah only had one tattoo and it wasn't Thomas' name. How was she going to tell him? They'd already been through so much heartbreak together, this was just beyond cruel. "Thomas, my tattoo-"

"Wendy Mayweather is my soulmate. We're not going to rush anything but... There have been some sparks for a while now, so it wasn't completely out of the blue, but she's still a nurse at the hospital you did your internship in. We met and became friends through you and I just wanted you to hear it from me. Are you okay?"

"Yes, Thomas, I'm okay. Pretty ecstatic actually, the world has flipped upside down because of these tattoos, I'm just glad that some good could come out of it. It really is amazing... I'm so happy that everything worked out like this."

"I am so relieved that you're okay with this, I know that we didn't work out but you still mean a lot to me and I wouldn't want to do anything to betray you. I'm actually a little curious about your soulmate." Sarah was truly elated, she'd loved Thomas even though they weren't right for each other and he deserved true happiness, she was about to respond again when she noticed Charlie and Rex and the entrance to her lab. She jumped when she noticed them, Charlie smiled apologetically but there was a dark far far-off look in his eyes that were a jarring contrast to his usual smiles. "Thomas, I have to go but I can call you later, okay? Bye." She tucked her phone away and tried to ignore how tense Charlie's facial expression was. Even though his eyes weren't as dark as they were a moment before, they were guarded now which frightened her because why would Charlie need to protect himself from her? "Sorry about that, Charlie. Did you need something?"

"Don't worry about it Sarah, I'm sorry that I interrupted your phone call... It... seemed important. Uh- I'm here because of the forensic report, it said that there was abnormal bruising on the victim's feet? I was wondering if I could get some clarification."

"Sure thing, Charlie, but are you okay? You look like someone just spit on your shoe."

"Of course I'm okay Sarah, why wouldn't I be?"

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Something was wrong with Charlie. He'd been walking around like someone was twisting a knife in his chest and he wasn't talking to her about it, he was actually refusing to acknowledge that something was wrong. Rex had been whimpering after him all day because of it. She knew that he wasn't her soulmate, how could she be, but he was hers and his pain was painful to her. "Jesse, Donovan, do you know what's up with Charlie?"

"No, he's been pretty tight lipped about it."

"Yeah, but it probably has to do with soulmates, right?"

"You're probably right..."

"Sarah, if you don't mind me asking, why are you so worried? I know that you're friends but shouldn't you be worrying about your soulmate right now?" Jesse's words weren't out of line, but his facial expression was. It was like he was waiting for her to say something specific, something he had a suspicion about. She had to look away. She ended up looking at Donovan which she regretted instantly. It was the same look he gave her when Charlie had been buried alive and she couldn't be in the same room as the live feed. He knew why. He hadn't said anything yet, but he definitely knew.

Her mind was going a mile a minute as she walked back to her lab, until it came to a sudden, crashing, whiplash-inducing stop. Who was the one person who knew Charlie better than anyone else and was capable of prying the most guarded of his secrets even if she already knew them? Aunt Miranda.

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"Hi Miranda, it's Sarah, Charlie's friend?"

"Oh, Sarah! How are you, dear? Did Charlie bring you?"

"No, I came myself. There's something I need to talk to you about."

"Why Charlie's been sulking for the past week?"

"Yes, that's it. Do you know why? I'm worried about him."

"Well, what else would it be about at this time? It's about his soulmate. He loved her before the tattoos appeared, and when her name burned itself on his body? He was ecstatic... But that didn't last long. They've got a long history so he took a day to think about how to approach it, and when he was going to tell her he found out that she already has a romantic soulmate... And it's not him."

"Oh no, he must be devastated."

"He is, his walls were weakened so much by this that I didn't have to yank it out from him, I asked and he told me everything except for her name, though I have a suspicion as to who it is."

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After leaving Forest Lawns she went to their favourite pizza place and grabbed an extra-large. It wasn't much, but Charlie didn't usually need much when she went to cheer him up, which is why it knocked the wind out of her when he opened his door and it looked like someone had been snacking on his soul. "Charlie..."

"Sarah now's not really a good time."

"But Charlie-"

"I'm sorry Sarah."

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The next day when Sarah went upstairs to put files away in her office before she left for the weekend along with everyone else, she was met with tense silence and pitiful stares, she tried to talk to Jesse, who looked both sad and frightened, but he just gave her the most emotional hug she'd ever experienced. It was like he was a seer who was unable to convince her to abandon her trip aboard the Titanic and was giving her a final goodbye. "Okay, seriously, what is up with everyone today?"

"Sarah, you don't have to act strong, okay? We're all here for you."

"But... Why? Nothing's wrong."

"Sarah, you don't have to pretend. We know."

"Know what?"

"That you're not Thomas' soulmate, that one of your friends is. He posted a picture on Facebook, truthfully I forgot that he's still a friend on there. I was surprised but Charlie... He lost his mind. I've never seen him like that, he looked like he was ready to drop kick Thomas into an active volcano. I didn't even know that Thomas is your soulmate but apparently, Charlie heard you talking about it on the phone yesterday. Donovan sent him home early because of how furious he was but I think that might have been a mistake because I honestly think that Charlie's gonna catch a flight to Toronto to hunt Thomas down."

"Thomas isn't my soulmate, though. Yes I talked with him on the phone yesterday, but that's because his soulmate was one of my best friends in Toronto, he just wanted to make sure that I didn't hear it from anyone else."

"Oh."

"Why would Charlie even react like that? I know that we're friends but-"

"You're kidding me, right? Sarah, Charlie and I are friends. Charlie and Donovan are friends. You and Charlie are something else entirely. Maybe you should go talk to him. Talk it out, clear the air... Stop him from tearing your non-soulmate ex-boyfriend limb from limb."

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Sarah knocked on Charlie's door with a pizza box in her hands for the second day in a row, she just hoped it would go better this time. When he opened the door her breath caught in her throat, she thought he might still be angry like Jesse said, but instead he just looked gravely concerned, like he was going to wrap her in his arms, kiss her on the forehead, and vow to take her pain away. She knew him so well, so it shouln't have shocked her when he did just that after pulling her into the house and set the pizza she was holding on the entryway table. Her head was screaming at her to break away, to ignore the comfort of his touch, but she just couldn't do it. He was so warm and comforting and she'd been feeling so cold and isolated as of late. So she listened to her aching heart and melted into the hug, held him tight and breathed him in, not wanting to ever let go. The kiss he planted on her forhead brought her emotions bubbling to the surface. She'd been avoiding Charlie for a week and now that she was finally with him the pain of being away was somehow so much worse, because she knew they'd be distant again soon.

Whimper

They turned to see Rex pawing at the pizza box with his best puppy dog eyes. "Yeah, I was about to feed him when you came by, he's probably a but tired of waiting. Let me just serve him and then we can..."

"Talk?"

"Yeah, talk." Sarah watching him saunter to the kitchen his gray sweatpants were low on his hips and his white t-shirt was a little snug around the biceps, humming a low tune to himself as he set Rex up with food before grabbing plates for them. "Would you like anything to drink? I don't have any beer tonight, just water or applejuice."

"It's been a while since I had applejuice."

When they were finally seated across from each other, food and drinks all sorted out, they couldn't find a single thing to say to each other. They just ate and drank and didn't look each other in the eye until Charlie finished washing their dishes in the kitchen with Sarah watching him from behind, leaning on the island.

"I'm sorry about Thomas. You deserve better than that, you deserve to be the soulmate of your soulmate."

"Thomas isn't my soulmate. Jesse told me that you overheard my phone call with him. Thomas and I were together for four years, he just wanted to make sure that I heard about his soulmateship with one of my best friends from me, not the grapevine or even worse my mother. There's no need to get upset on my behalf or defend my honour Charlie."

"Oh. I'm sorry Sarah, you're just very important to me and I couldn't stand the thought of someone not treating you like you deserve... If you don't mind my asking, who is your soulmate, then?" His name burned on her hip, she tried to breathe the pain away but she was so close to him, all she wanted was for him to hold her again. "Uh... I'd rather not talk about him. What about you Charlie? How are things with Julia?" Charlie was so taken aback by the question that it was like someone literally pushed him backwards a few steps. "Julia? She's not my soulmate. Why do you ask?"

"The day after the burn, when I was meeting you and Rex at the park, I heard you talking to her on the phone. How your name is on her wrist."

"Yeah, but so is the name of the guy she fell in love with while we were still married. It could be there because she an I were married for twelve years, but overall we don't think it means anything, especially because her name isn't on me."

"Oh."

"Yeah..."

"Well, who is? If you don't mind me asking." Charlie looked at her, long and hard, for a moment before oving towards her so they were less than a metre apart, their eyes never breaking contact. "You. You're my soulmate, Sarah." He lifted his shirt and lowered his sweatpants to reveal his left hip. Thick black ink.

Sarah T.

The air had been sucked right out of her lungs and she could feel tears beginning to trickle down her face. Are you telling me that I avoided Charlie for a week that I could have spent with him revelling in the fact that he's my soulmate?

"Sarah, please don't cry, I- you don't have to do anything- is it really that bad-" Her deliriously happy smile and bright eyes cut him off. He didn't get any warning whe Sarah pulled his lips to hers by the collar of his shirt, but he really, really didn't care. Just wrapped his arms around her back and shoulders, determined to make sure there was no space between them.

They only separated because they ran out of air, and Srah couldn't tell if she was light-headed from that or from the kiss. "Sarah?"

"My right hip. Your name."

"Really?" She lifted up her shirt and pulled down the top of her jeans, after struggling for aminute because of how much more stiff jeans are than sweatpants, and showed him her tattoo. With their noses touching he traced his name with his fingers, sending shivers up her spine. He kissed her again, just a peck on the lips. "Would you like to stay tonight?"

Woof, woof!

"... I think that's Rex's way of asking if you'd like to stay forever."

"Ha, you know, I would really love that."

[bngtanah]

House of Triad | Mornings (m)

summary: All the best things come in threes.   Just a bunch of one-shots centering around V, RM and the shared girlfriend they affectionately call ‘Honey’.

pairing: RM  x Reader x Taehyung

word count: 2.4k genre:  smut rating: explicit

chapters: o1| o2| o3|

warning: smut, explicit sexual themes, polyamory, oral (f+m), threesome, slightdirty talk, spitfire, cursing, jealousy.

a/n: Still no plot, still just trash.

Namjoon chuckled softly to himself, he could hear the two of them the minute he stepped back into their shared apartment. Even before he’d left earlier that morning for his run, and he knew from the way Honey pulled at his arm and they way Tae nuzzled at into her neck that they were both eager for a very specific type of company. He was surprised that he hadn’t actually stuck around instead of continuing on with his morning routine, but was not surprised to hear the low “Oh Tae” from the bedroom when he entered their home.

Grinning, he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took a small swallow before following the noises that called him into the bedroom. His Honey was splayed out on top of the bed sheets, each of her long brown legs dangling over the edge of the bed while Taehyung knelt on the floor with his head buried between them. It was obvious from the way her fingers tangled and tugged on his golden hair and the arch of her back that he was putting his mouth to very good use.

“Oh God, Tae…please” She whimpered.

The blonde raised his head just a little and offered her a playful grin. “Tae, please what?”

Namjoon cocked an eyebrow and sauntered forward. “Either fuck her or make her come.” He offered in answer for Honey.

At the sudden sound of his voice, both their heads turned to him, both of them grinning widely at the same time.

“When did you get back?” Taehyung asked, casually.

“Just a couple of minutes ago.” Namjoon answered as he stripped off his sweat-drenched windbreaker and tossing it over the desk chair. “I see you two have been busy” He chuckled and took another step forward.

“I’m thrilled to see you Joonie,” Honey commented with a small smile “But Tae, can you please-”

Tae didn’t need to be told twice, and soon his face was buried between Honey’s legs again, her back is snapping into its former position once more and her head tossing from side to side without missing a beat. Namjoon smirked softly and crawled onto the bed beside her, palming each of her breasts and capturing her lips with his once he was laid beside her half-dressed body. He swallowed each of Honey’s cries as Tae worked to bring her to the brink of her sanity. Honey moved one of her hands to grip Tae’s hair as the other inched closer and closer to Namjoon’s crotch.

The corners of Namjoon’s lips curled up into a mischievous smirk when he felt her hands moving against him and he swiftly placed a hand over hers and pinned it above her head, tutting gently. “No, no, Honey” He tutted and smiled down at her “You couldn’t wait for me to get back? I’m jealous now.” Honey parted her lips to curse him but her words turn into a flurry of profanities and moans directed to no one in particular - Taehyung’s name spilling from her mouth over and over again. Her eyes slammed shut as her back snapped upward in almost a perfect arch, Taehyung did all he could to grab her hips and hold her in place against his mouth. His tongue working vigorously to capture every drop of her essence that spilled for him.

Namjoon, still holding Honey’s hand, watched with heavy lids as her entire body tensed against him before going limp into his lap. Her head lulled to one side, and a few silent seconds passed by before a goofy smile appeared on her lips and she weaved her fingers back into Tae’s hair as Namjoon finally allowed her hand drop to the side.

“See? When you react like that to him, how do you expect me not to get jealous?” Namjoon pouted, leaning forward to peck Honey’s lips gently. She was still in a state of ethereal lethargy but Taehyung answered for her, just the way he knew she would.

“I’m pretty sure I could make you feel just as good, Joonbug” He teased from the floor and shot Namjoon a dramatic wink.

“We tried that once- Remember? Didn’t work out.” Namjoon replied flatly, still admiring the glow that seemed to engulf their Honey. His hands caressed the sides of her face before gingerly rubbing a thumb against her plump and swollen lips. He could tell that she must have kissed Taehyung long and hard before he found his haven between her legs and that made a tiny flicker of genuine jealousy flare up within him.

Of course, he understood very well the unconventional dynamics of their relationship and he rarely found himself feeling envious when Honey found solace in Tae rather than him. But, it was only natural to feel some sort of reluctance watching the one you love be pleasured by someone else, no matter how much Namjoon loved and cared for both of them.

“Are you really jealous Nams?” Honey asked, and Namjoon refocused on the girl now wrapping her arms around his hips below him.

Namjoon blushed slightly and shook his head, suddenly regretting his moment of childish behavior. “Uh- No Hon. I was only joking with you.”

“You seemed pretty serious to me” Taehyung commented as he flopped down onto the bed on the other side of Honey, causing Namjoon to shove his shoulder and advise him to shut his mouth.

Honey grinned broadly when Namjoon answered, knowing that really did mean what he said. His sincerity was one of the things Honey loved most about him, and she knew that, at times, he still struggled with the idea of sharing her. Not just physically but emotionally as well, having had Honey all to himself for a significant amount of time before Tae came along. She didn’t want him to feel as though she didn’t care for him equally but that was much easier said than done.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?” She queried, already shifting her position in his lap.

“Y-you don’t have to..”

“I know I don’t have to. I want to.”  Honey smirked. Her lips connected to his neck once he stopped pretending to protest, sucking lightly as her hands rested on his chest and pushed him down onto his back. She tugged at his shirt, inching it up his chest at a tortuously slow pace while her mouth continued to move against his neck.

Pulling his shirt up and off with a paltry amount of flair Honey gently pushed herself off his lap and kissed her way down his body, her hands falling to tug hastily at his jogging sweats and boxers. She pulled them down past his knees, letting the mess of clothes pool around his ankles then fall to the side of the bed. Honey bit her bottom lip, “You have a beautiful cock, have I ever told you that?” she asked playfully as her gaze flickered up to meet his and Namjoon groaned loudly.

“Eh, now you’re making me jealous Honey Bun…” Taehyung pouted from behind her as she crouched down on all fours towards Namjoon’s crotch.

“You’ve already had your fun, Tae” Honey replied and returned her attention to Namjoon who was already putty beneath her fingers.

Her hand reached out to grab his aching erection, giving it a slow stroke before running her tongue along the sensitive underside. Namjoon watched in a hazy and lustful gaze as his girlfriend slid down his body and his hips tensed when she wrapped her hand around him “Shit, babe.” He was already hard when she began stroking him, causing him to let out a throaty groan before tossing his head back to rest on the mattress. The warm and wet feeling of her tongue running along his cock nearly had him passing out. “Honey,” he choked out, letting a hand run over her head to rest on the back of her head for a second before bringing it back to his side.

Honey was beginning to enjoy teasing him with slow, kitten licks much more than she normally did. Maybe it was the slight feeling of guilt that never really left her but it felt good to watch him tense up and relax under her touch. She chuckled once he muttered her name again, her hand picking up the pace of its movements.

“Hmm? What’s that Joon? You can’t be there already I’ve haven’t even started” Honey teased, pulling all of her unruly spirals to one side of her face before wrapping her mouth around the swollen head of his cock. Taking him as deeply as she could, Honey’s head bobbed back and forth slowly as her hand gingerly pumped his length.

Her breathing was constricted once he hit the back of her throat and she groaned as she felt her clit throb slightly the more her mouth moved against his length. She moaned when he moaned in delight, her pride swelling that she could give him that kind of satisfaction. Her mouth sucked long and hard, refusing to stop until he made her. She sucked loudly on his thick cock, coating him with her saliva, her mouth slipping easily up and down his shaft. Her free hand moved downward to gently fondle his balls, hoping to intensify his pleasure.

By now Honey knew all the signs that Namjoon was about to orgasm. The way his breathing clipped and shuddered every time he drew in air. How many times her name mingling in with swear words and unintelligible noise flew from his lips at a fiery pace when she pulled back her head to take a deep and well-needed breath. That slightly cocky but ever so grateful grin on his lips when their eyes connected and his gaze trailed from her ass up in the air and the completely engaged look on her face when she swallowed him again.

Honey was certain that it would probably only take a few more strokes of her tongue to get him there but her concentration was broken when she felt the rough pads of Taehyung’s fingers trailing down her spine. Then his lips and finally the palms of his hands smoothing over her copper toned flesh, making Honey come up for air and glance behind her.

“Sorry,” Taehyung grinned as he pressed his lips against her skin once more. He was already stroking himself and the sight of pre-cum oozing at his tip made Honey’s clit jump once again. “I know you’re paying attention to Namjoon right now but I couldn’t let you two have all the fun.”

He peppered his words with a devious smirk and dragged the head of his cock against Honey’s entrance, making them both moan with pleasure before Honey returned to her mission and braced herself to be entered. A low growl slipped through Taehyung’s lips as he plunged his shaft deep into her from behind, moving forward inch by inch until he was engulfed up the hilt. She hugged him so tightly, so snugly, so perfectly Taehyung found himself not wanting to move initially. When he finally did roll his hips back and thrust forward, Honey groaned even with her mouth full and the vibrations of her sounds against his length made Namjoon’s toes curl.

Her warm walls massaged every vein and ridge on Tae’s throbbing cock each time he moved inside of her with impressive vigour. “You take me so well” He leaned forward and whispered huskily into her ear, making Honey throw her hips back in response. Not wanting to have Honey’s attention split between them, Namjoon tugged her deep chestnut coils into his hand, instinctively rocking his hips against her mouth and Honey reacted readily. With his eyes half-closed, they rolled into the back of his head as her mouth worked his length in and out of her mouth. The tingling sensation intensified within his balls the harder Honey licked and sucked, slowly spiralling up through his shaft. Namjoon sighed a breathy moan, the dizzying sensation in his head made him feel like he was actually floating.

Every lick, every stroke, every pull of her hands and mouth brought him to the brink of climax. He bit his bottom lip hard, clenching his jaw to fight back on the urge to spill his thick seed in his girlfriend’s mouth without even warning her first, but it was too late. “Shit, oh shit…” He roared, his hips jerking toward her face as he released himself into her warm, wet mouth, his body shuddering from the intense pleasure surging through him. His eyes clamped shut as his orgasm rippled through him in waves.

Honey was happy that she had managed to take Namjoon to the edge of glory even with Taehyung clouding her thoughts, but her nails dug into his flesh as Tae continued pumping his cock inside her. His warm breath tickled her skin, and she sighed deeply once her lips popped off Namjoon’s softening cock and she finally tried to catch her breath. His deep rough pants filled her ears as he pumped into her with unrelenting effort.

Honey slid a hand down her stomach, resting her fingers above her clit. She pressed down hard on the puffy bud, rubbing it back and forth with urgency. Her body jerked hard against him the faster she played with her clit. The all too familiar signs of her rising orgasm started to bloom inside her. She could feel every throbbing muscle in her cunt tighten and twitch the closer she came to climaxing. “…fuck…yes..” Honey’s voice rose above the sounds of their smacking skin and she jerked violently as she felt herself orgasm for the second time that morning. Taehyung met his own release just seconds after her and they fell forward onto the mattress, exhausted and out of breath.

“You are such a needy boy,” Honey commented with a warm smile, cradling Taehyung’s cheek in her hand. He only giggled in response and nuzzled into Honey’s touch, enveloping her smaller body with his own. “Namjoonie, you aren’t going to cuddle with us?” Honey asked but he didn’t respond. She reached over to push him slightly but the only answer she received was a gentle snort that made Tae giggle.

“I think he’s asleep” Taehyung observed, “You literally sucked him to sleep. My Honey is so talented.” Taehyung teased and playfully tapped his finger against her nose.

[illfoandillfie]

“#god his fucking arms... #imagine handcuffing him #tying him to the bed and watching his muscles flex as he tried to wriggle out” you genius! Or even knowing that if he really wanted to, he could get out, but he doesn’t use his full strength bc he wants (needs) you to be in control. Maybe even... like biting on the vein a little bit...👀👀👀 (@queenmylovely)

lauren oh my god here i am trying to write soft 70s boyfriend rog and you gotta go and send me absolutely feral for ben…rude…i love you.

anyway here’s a little something. Wrote part of it at like 7 in the morning and then the rest at midnight so I hope it makes sense lmao (under a cut cause its nearly 2k and also smut)

Thehandcuffs had been a gift, intended for you to wear. The pink fluff around themto keep you comfortable while Ben had you locked in position, playing outwhichever evil scheme he’d decided you’d both enjoy most. Your friend, evercheeky, caught one glimpse of Ben’s toned chest and overheard one tipsy joke youmade about being pushed to your knees and decided you’d get some use out ofthem. They weren’t the best handcuffs ever, cheap and flimsy, but they did thejob well enough. Perhaps not the job your friend had been hinting at but howwas she to know Ben was the one who preferred being tied up. One day you’d haveto upgrade, find something a little larger and a little more durable. Ben hadcome close to snapping the chain once or twice and the day was bound to comewhen he’d succeed. Until then though, they’d suffice.

Bencertainly enjoyed them, probably more than you did which was saying somethingconsidering seeing Ben restrained was one of your favourite sights in theworld. It was the vision that swam to the forefront of your mind when you wokeup one morning, Ben’s side of the bed empty and cold. There was a note on yourbedside table explaining he’d gone to the gym and you couldn’t help but thinkyou wouldn’t have to wake up alone if you kept him chained to the bed. It wastempting to stay in the cozy covers and follow the thought to its naturalconclusion, but instead you managed to talk yourself into getting up and goingthrough your morning routine.

Benwalked through the door an hour or so later, wearing a tank top with SunsOut Guns Out emblazoned on the front and a grin at the sight of you. It wasa fitting choice of shirt, his muscles bulging as he pulled you into a hug.

“Morningbabe,” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around you and dropping a kiss toyour shoulder.You squealed as you felt the damp from his sweat stained shirt transfer to yourown, “Benny you’re all sweaty,” you half whined, trying to wriggle free.

“That’swhat happens when you spend all morning lifting weights,” he mumbled into yourneck, squeezing you tighter, “glad you’re up now though. You have any idea howhard it was to drag myself out of bed knowing you were still there in yourskimpy little PJs?”

Youlaughed and pried his fingers from you so you could move back a little, “me andmy skimpy PJs missed you this morning,”

“Didyou now?”

“Bigtime,” you dragged a finger along his shoulder and down his arm, following themuscles that had been worked out that morning.

“Well…‘m here now and…”

“Andwhat Bub?”

“Andif you cuffed me to the bed I wouldn’t be able to leave again,”

“Greatminds think alike,” you said through a grin.

Itdidn’t take long for Ben to strip to his underwear and lie down, arms above hishead, so practiced at getting into position. You straddled his stomach,clicking the cuffs into place.

“AllGood?”

“Mmhmm,”

“Nottoo tight?”

“Onlya little tight, just the normal amount.”

Youdouble checked the slightly too small cuffs were properly secured before youshuffled back, deliberately grinding against his crotch just to hear his sharpbreath.  

“Tease,”he muttered when you came to a stop again.

“Ihaven’t even begun to tease, Benny,” you pulled your own shirt off, adding itto the pile of clothes Ben had left in the middle of the floor, leaning down toquickly kiss him before you pushed yourself from his hips and took off the restof your clothes too.

Ben’sfingers twitched as you reclaimed your place on his lap, the chain of thehandcuffs rattling slightly with the movement. You rewarded him by rolling yourhips, feeling the smooth material of his underwear sliding against your folds.

“Fuck,”he said softly, realization of what you were planning dawning on him as youcontinued to grind against him, able to feel him getting harder beneath you.

Itdidn’t take long for you to find the perfect rhythm, the perfect angle, yourclit dragging against his hardened cock over his underwear. Soft whines werefalling from Ben’s lips, his arms tensing and relaxing and tensing againwhenever you varied the pressure with which you pressed down onto him. Your ownbreaths were coming in pants, small moans escaping between them.

“GodI’m close,” Ben suddenly said, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his headback against the pillow. A vein stuck out in his neck and you shivered at thesight.

Youstopped your movements, “Already? Jesus Benny, for a big strong boy you don’thave much will power do you?”

“Ido,”

“AllI’ve done is hump you and you’re whinging about being close. And I’m nowherenear done with you yet.”

“Y/N,please,”

“Youknow the rules.”

“Iknow,” he panted, trying to calm himself down enough, “I don’t cum until youdo,”

“Good.Now show me you have enough will power to not cum in your pants. I’m going tocount to five and then I’m going to keep going whether you think you’re readyor not. And you’re going to hold it.”

Benjust nodded, eyes still closed as he fought to relax.  

Youcounted down out loud, watching Ben closely. His lips moved though no soundcame out, as if he were speaking to himself, and his arms were tense in therestraints. But when you reached one and began to find your rhythm againhe didn’t complain.

“Goodboy,” you purred, leaning down to trail your lips over his chest. A thin sheenof sweat already clung to him, left over from his morning workout as well aswhat you’d been putting him though, salty on your tongue as you dragged yourmouth towards his neck.

“Christ,”he whimpered, voice breaking a little when you sucked at his pulse point,making you laugh.

Slowly,you moved your mouth across to his shoulder. Another love bite, another soft whine.You could feel his muscles move, his arms flexing in the restraints as youfollowed a vein with your tongue. Ben swore, hips bucking up towards you, whenyou sunk your teeth into the skin around the vein, sucking until you were surethere’d be a mark. You pulled back for a second, watching to see if he’d make aproper effort to break loose, whether this would be the day he’d actuallyachieve it. He didn’t and it wasn’t.

“Maybeyou do have some willpower after all,”

“Y-yes,”he stuttered, “why?”

“You’rebeing very good trying so hard not to tug on the cuffs too much. I know youcould get out if you wanted.”

“Idon- don’t want to,”

Yougave him a reprieve, pausing your grinding as you captured his lips in a bruisingkiss. He kissed you back, needily, trying to follow your lips when you brokeaway.

“Howclose are you?”

“S-sofucking close,”

“Thinkyou could hold on a little longer if I was riding you?”

Hisbreath hitched, “Not sure. But I’ll try to hold it, promise.”

“Loveyou,” you whispered against his lips, sinking into another kiss before you backedoff to pull his undies down, a large wet patch decorating the front where you’dbeen rubbing yourself.

Onanother day you might have teased him even longer, made him beg as you wrappedyour hand or your lips around him, but it seemed unfair to keep him waiting. Asit was, he hissed when you did take hold of his cock, lining him up with yourentrance. You paused for a second but he didn’t even have the chance to ask youto hurry up before you were sinking down on him, slowly, letting yourselfadjust. You kissed him as you began to ride him, bracing your hands on hisshoulders to give yourself a little more support and control. He bucked hiships up, pushing his cock deeper and making you gasp against his lips.

“S-sorry,”

Youshook your head, “Do it again,”

Hesmiled and did as you asked, repeating the movement.

“FuckBen,” you panted against his lips, trying to match him thrust for thrust.  

Hisbrows were knitted together with the effort of holding back his orgasm, a beadof sweat rolling down the side of his face. You weren’t kissing any longer,though you remained close enough to, rough breaths mingling in the spacebetween, both of you too concerned with your impending orgasm to worry aboutwhat your lips were doing.

“Pleasete-tell me you’re clos-se,” he said, gritting his teeth as he desperately triedto follow your rule.

Youjust nodded, curling your fingers around one of his biceps as you shimmied yourother hand between you, towards your clit. It only took a few firm circlesuntil you were cumming, squeezing his arm and crying out.

“CanI?” he gasped as you rode your orgasm out, tightening around his cock, almostmaking him break.  

“Godyes, cum for me Ben,”

Itwas all he needed to hear, letting go before you’d even finished talking.

Yourhand was still on his bicep, fingertips digging into him, and you felt themuscles flex again as he coated your walls, pretty moans dripping from his lipsto be swallowed by you.

Youcollapsed against his chest, small shockwaves still making you twitch as you felthis racing heart and every heavy breath he took.

“Hey,babe?”

“Yeah?”“Can you uncuff me?”

“Shit,yeah, sorry,” you carefully pushed yourself up and let him slip from you,wincing slightly with the sensitivity, once again resting against his stomachwhile you fiddled with the clasps of the cuffs, “does it hurt?”

“No,nothing like that. Just, if you’re going to lie on me like that I’d like to beable to cuddle you back, y’know.”

“Goshyou’re cute,”

“Ihave been told that before,”

Youtook one of his hands before he could wrap them around you, and then the other,checking his wrist for any potential broken skin, but aside from a few smallindents that disappeared as you rubbed the area there were no marks.

“Toldyou it was fine,”

“Iknow, but I wanted to make sure,”

“Nowwho’s the cute one?”

Youlaughed as he did what he’d been wanting to do almost since the moment you’dfirst cuffed him, pulling you down into his arms, “Still you.”

“Agree to disagreethen,” he said softly, loosening his arms just enough to let you shuffle into acomfortable position before he wrapped you up again. His skin felt hot and stickywith sweat, but you didn’t even consider changing position. For one thing, youcouldn’t imagine you were in a much better state, and for another, being heldby him, surrounded by his soft skin and firm muscles, felt too nice. No one cuddledas well as Ben did. You decided that losing him to the gym a few times a weekwas a small price to pay for such a comfort.

[ivegotthefanficinme]

Freedom Part 7 Mandalorian X Reader

Summary: An escaped slave owned by the Hutt clan, with the knowledge of dark clan secrets.  A bounty is set and the best hunter in the parsec is hired, The Mandalorian. Two vastly different paths cross. Both are scarred physically and mentally by their past. Can they ever truly be free? *SLOW BURN*

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of slavery, PTSD, Rape implications, FLUFF, Language, angst

Words: 2.1k

Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 (You are here), Part 8, Part 9

That night, the night Din was injured and you had completely fallen apart, was the first night that you had ever spent in Din’s arms.

As you sat in the copilot’s seat holding the child attempting to get it to sleep, your thoughts wandered back there.

You woke up with a jolt at the feeling of someone’s arm around your waist, hitting your forehead on the wall next to the cot.

“Ow!” You exclaim softly.

A groan comes from behind you.

“Are you alright?” A deep voice rasps.

You sigh at the sound of Din’s voice, comforted by the fact that it was him and not someone else.

“Hmm,” you breath as you turn over, “just hit my head. ‘M okay.”

Although it was dark, you could just make out Din’s face in front of your own. Although he was awake, his eyes weren’t open, as he laid on his non-injured side.

You can feel his thumb rubbing circles in the small of your back. 

“When did I fall asleep?” You ask.

“A while ago…” he replies.

You must have fallen asleep in his arms and then at some point, he had laid you down and stripped off the rest of his armor.

Although you liked being curled up next to him, this was something new for you.

“I’ve never actually slept in the same bed as…” you trail off in a whisper.

Din chuckles, opening his shining eyes, “Neither have I.”

Suddenly he removes his hand from your back and up towards your face. You flinch when he pushes a lock of hair behind your ear.

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore,” he breathes.

“Not of you or your touch,” you sigh.

You curl into him, your mind screaming at you not to, your heart beating out of your chest, but a feeling deep inside you burns for this intimacy.

Finally, you feel content, happy even. 

You sigh at the memory, the child’s soft snores filling your ears.

“What are you sighing at?” Din asks, turning his helmeted gaze away from steering the ship.

“Nothing,” you hum, setting the child in the bassinet and pushing the button to close it. 

It had been several months since that night, Din had healed well with the help of a lot of bacta. And it seemed that the more time you spent in Din’s arms, the more you healed.

“Alright, I’m going to set the ship down here and we can head into the market to restock on some supplies,” Din said. 

You nod, buckling your blaster holster around your waist. Din always insisted that you wear it just in case the two of you got separated for some reason.

Din lands the Razor Crest with experienced ease, you glance at the bassinet that the child sleeps in.

“Do you think he’ll be alright while we are gone?”

Din nods, “Yeah, this is a sleepy planet, there isn’t much here to begin with. The market is rather small, but it’ll do.”

You both head down the ramp and step onto the soft soil of the new planet.

This planet has large trees that tower above you, creating a thick canopy blocking out the hot sun. However calming the forest had been for a moment was completely lost when you entered the market. Although small, it was bustling with small stands and shoppers. 

The two of you made your way through the small market, Din’s hand resting in the small of your back most of the time. 

Din stops at one stall, carefully examining a few of the small metal trinkets the merchant sells. You get distracted by the next stall over, no one stands there looking, but the framework and tabletop of the stall seem to be covered in some sort of paper.

As Din haggles with the vendor about the pricing of one item you wander over to the deserted stall.

The papers look old, very old. You pick one up reading it, from what you gather it’s a story. You pick up another one and find that it is also a story, but a different one from the first. This peaks your interest.

You continue to examine the stacks and stacks of paper. As you quickly skim through another, you discover that most of them seem to be about an ancient people who use this supposed “force” to move things with their mind and fought the Sith in an everlasting battle against darkness.

You are absorbed in another story when something cold and round presses into your side. You jump at the feeling and you are pushed against the front of the stall.

“Well hello there…” a gravelly voice says from behind you.

“I will ask you kindly, once, to please remove your blaster, your hands, and all the rest of you from my body,” you whisper.

“Nope.” The blaster is pressed harder into your side. You feel your blaster removed from its holster. “Now, you are going to turn around and leave here with me.”

Slowly, you turn and your eyes find a very large man standing behind you, easily twice, if not three times your size. 

He pushes you in the direction he wants you to go, keeping the blaster pressed against your hip under your cloak.

It was just then that Din had finished his deal, and turned around to speak with you. 

The large man hadn’t gotten very far with you, so Din spots you quickly.

“Hey!” he exclaims.

You jolt to a halt at the sound of his modulated voice, the blaster now digging even more into your side.

You hear a single blaster shot and the man standing behind you falls to the ground. You turn back around finding Din standing here, his body tense as he stares at the ground. Your eyes follow the tilt of his helmet, landing on a fob with a small blinking red light in the lifeless hands of the man.

You feel the blood drain from your face as your heart pounds, suddenly feeling as though you are going to throw up.

“We need to leave. Now.”

“Din, I-I’m sorry, I should have been paying more attention,” you stutter.

Din is silent as he grabs your hand and you both run back to the ship. Within minutes the ship was in the air and your mind was racing, unable to fathom what just happened.

“That fob was on me, wasn’t it…”

Din puts the ship on autopilot and swivels his chair towards you. You stare out into space, unmoving as he looks at you through his visor.

“Yes, it was,” he answers quietly.

“They are still after me, after all this time. I can’t ever escape it can I?” You whisper.

Din sighs as he reaches up, lifting his helmet up with a hiss. He sets it on the console in front of him.

“What do we do now, Din?”

He shakes his head, his dark curls trying to fall into his eyes.

“The same thing we have been doing. Keep out of sight and keep moving,” his voice is low.  His hands gently take yours, holding them tenderly. “There is a bounty on the child, a bounty on you, and two bounties on me now.”

This snaps you out of your trance, “There’s another one on you? Why?”

“Because someone who works for Limax saw you with me. They know that I lied when I said that I couldn’t find you, because I obviously did. I just didn’t turn you in,” he explains.

You pull one of your hands from his, holding your head, “Oh maker, Din… This is all my fault.”

He shakes his head. “This is just the life we live now.”

You glance over at the child playing contentedly with a small silver ball in his bassinet. Your heart clenches at the thought that you have put him in danger. You have put Din in even more danger for harboring not one but two bounties.

“Din,” you sigh, pulling your other hand away from him, “Din, I don’t think I can travel with you anymore.”

The words surprise Din just as much as they had surprised you, but you knew this was what you had to do. His eyebrows furrow over his dark eyes. 

“Y/N…” Din starts.

“I put the two of you in too much danger. It’s safer for the child if I’m not with you, you can’t continue to protect him and me…” You can feel your heartbreaking in your chest.

“I’ve succeeded in protecting both of you thus far,” he says. He sits back in his chair, his face betraying his confusion, too used to having the helmet hide his emotions.

You rise to your feet turning your back towards him, speaking over your shoulder, “What happens when you have to choose? When you have to choose between me and him? I couldn’t live with myself knowing that he was hurt, taken, or killed because you choose to save me first. Because they came for us, for me…” You keep your back to him, “I can’t… I can’t stay with you…”

You hear him stand behind you, he turns you around, his hands on your shoulders, “And what about this?”

“This?” Your eyes meet his, they are hard, determined, and piercing into you.

“Us.”

You shake your head, “This was never real…”

“Never real?” he scuffs, his hands falling from your shoulders, “Y/N, that's not-”

“You don’t want someone as broken as I am!” you exclaim. “I can’t have your blood on my hands! Or the child’s!”

“And if I let you leave your blood will be on my hands! I can’t live with that either,” he snaps.

“Says the man who hunts people down and kills them for a living,” you quip. 

“I can’t have YOUR blood on my hands, Y/N! If you leave they will take you back. Do you know what they are going to do to you? Every nightmare you have ever had will come true,” Din says, exasperated.  He grabs your forearms, holding them with a firm grip. 

“I’d prefer that over watching you or the child get hurt or tortured! You two could move on and forget about me,” you shake away his grip as his face just falls.

“You think I could just move on, Y/N? Move on and forget about you? Could you? Could you just move on and forget about us?” He asks, suddenly quiet.

The child whimpers in the corner, able to feel the tension between you and Din.

“I-” you start, tears welling up in your eyes, “I-”

Din stares at you intensely, his gaze burning into you. Although his lips are set in a firm line, you make the mistake of glancing up into his eyes. Pain, hurt, and betrayal is all you see in his dark eyes. 

Tears spill over onto your cheeks. “No,” you answer honestly, “No, I couldn’t.”

“Then don’t do something so incredibly stupid.”

“But-”

“Shush,” he grunts.

Before you could say another word he has stepped forward, with his hands cupping your cheeks he carefully sets his lips against yours. For a moment you are frozen.

Grahvix had done a lot of things to you, but he had never been interested in kissing you, solely focused on the use of… other things. 

Din’s lips move against yours, asking, begging for you to respond, something, anything so he would know that you felt the same.  

Is this what you want? You ask yourself. Do you want him and be on the run for the rest of your life, or go back to the sad life you lived before.

Your eyes flutter closed as you melt into the heat of his lips, pressing the palms of your hands against his breastplate. One of his hands slips from your cheek down to your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

His lips move against yours relentlessly as you kiss him back. He takes several steps forward, pushing you against the door of the cockpit. 

Now it feels like every inch of him is pressed against you. The beskar digs in slightly, but you don’t mind.  Your hands slide up around his neck getting tangled in his hair at the base of his skull. His teeth catch your lower lip, you gasp as he pulls away.

Your tears had stopped as you open your eyes, “Din…”

His forehead rests against yours, his eyes still shut as he whispers, “Please don’t leave, please Y/N. Please tell me that you won’t.”

Your sore lips quiver as you take in his face. The scruff that grows above his lip and on his chin. The small scar between his eyebrows. 

He sighs, “Please, I can’t lose you too.”

“I-I won’t leave,” you breathe.

Suddenly there’s a resounding crash and the ship jolts, sparks flying from the dash.

To be continued...

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[80sfern]

release

so i wrote a little something based off this request and an idea i’ve had for awhile so. here’s a little sub!duncan smut

word count: 2k+

warnings: choking, overstimulation, begging, spitting, bondage, scratching, biting, hints at prostitution, fem!dom x sub!duncan

Duncan couldn’t help the whimper that escapes his lips as you scratch your nails down his chest, scraping over his nipples in the process. He reaches out for you but the cocaine-white rope you bought specifically for him keeps his in place, the two column knot wrapped four times around his wrists stops him from moving at all. “You okay baby?” He nods his head, licking his lips as you lean down to press a kiss to his chin. “Use your words, pet.” He mumbles a short yes, blushing at the fact he forgot your most important rule for him.

Your lips trail down his body slowly, your tongue swirling around each of his nipples before suddenly biting and tugging on the right. A yelp falls from his lips at the rough sensation, body arching away from your touch. You pull your mouth from his chest and sit up, moving to straddle his thighs, your panty clad cunt rubbing along his throbbing cock in the process. He whines softly, a soft please falling from his lips as you rock softly on his dick. He wants to hate the teasing, wants you to fuck him hard and fast but he loves the buildup, loves the sweet soreness he haves after one for these sessions. He loves the ache in his cock and the scratch marks you leave down his chest on these nights. Duncan loves you taking control, taking the weight off his shoulders for a few hours and taking all his worries away, even if only for a few hours. It’s what he pays you for.

He tugs at the ropes, aching to taste you or touch you in some way. You smile softly down at him and run your hands down his stomach, watching the way his abs tense up when you press your hips down on his cock. You whine low and slow as his cock rubs against your clit, “You feel how wet you get me, Duncan?”

He groans loudly at your words, his cock twitching at the sound of your weak voice. “Are- are you gonna come like this?” He keeps his eyes on your body, sucking his lower lip between his teeth at the sight of your sweet breasts swaying as you grind against him.

You whine on top of him, nodding your head. His chest tightens when you dig your nails into his skin and arch your back, “Yeah, ‘M gonna come on your cock. Is that what you want baby? To feel me coming on your cock?” He nods quickly in response, he vaguely hears himself pleading for you to come on him but he’s so caught up in the feel of your soaked silk panties and the sight of your flushed body on top of him that he doesn’t even remember his words.

He resists the urge to come when you do, when your pussy gushes and coats his cock even through yout panties as you writhe on top of him, scratching his chest and panting his name as your orgasm washes over you. Duncan’s mouth goes dry at the sight before him, dizzy at the sweet sensation of you fucking yourself on him. You collapse on him when your orgasm dies, relaxing against his stomach and softly kissing the scratches you left on his chest. “You can come for me Dunc, fuck yourself on me.” You rock your hips against him to punctuate your demand, pulling a moan from his chest as he begins rocking his hips into yours quickly. It doesn’t take much for him to finish, for his cum to splatter on both of your stomachs as his orgasm takes over.  

Duncan goes still when his orgasm washes away, his chest rising and falling underneath you as he recovers. You slowly sit up, your hands planting on his chest for support. You trail your fingers through the cum on his stomach before bringing them to your lips, sucking his spunk off your fingertips. He watches curiously as you lean forwards over his mouth. He doesn’t stop you as your fingers pry his lips apart, his tongue poking out without having to be told and a moment later, you’re spitting his own cum into his mouth. A shocked moan escapes his chest as your fingers press his mouth closed and you tell him to swallow.

“You’re so good for me Dunc,” He flushes at your praise, swallowing softly as you lift your hips away from him and begin tugging your panties down. “Gonna keep being good for me?” His heart stutters as you leave the bed for a condom from your bag and crawl back up his body. Realization settles in his chest that you’re going to break him tonight, you’re going to make him cum as many times as you want and he’s going to let you. Because he’s your good boy. He licks his lips as you tear the rubber open with your teeth, maintaining eye contact with him as you roll it down his already stiffening length. You always get him so hard.

Duncan whines as your fingers wrap around his base, guiding him to your center. He’s so sensitive it hurts when your cunt envelopes the head of his cock. His head is spinning at the overstimulation, but he can’t stop it, he won’t stop it. “Ohmygod… Oh, fuck, my god.” He pants, his hands tugging on the rope around his wrists as you sink all the way onto him filling yourself with him. His ears are ringing in his head and his whole body is hot, he buries his face in the pillow under his head because he knows if he keep watching you he’ll come before he’s allowed to. He’s never came twice, he’s made you come over and over but you’ve never made him come more than once so fast. He’s dizzy thinking about it, he doesn’t know if he can do it but he wants so badly to be good for you.

He bites his bicep as you begin riding him, his nerves screaming at the sensation of being overstimulated. His cells are on fire, he’s never felt this way before. You can tell he’s going mad from the overwhelming pleasure, your fingers curling around his chin to guide his face back to you, “Look at me baby, watch me. I don’t want you to take your eyes off me.” A low groan falls from his throat as he blinks up at you, his eyes scanning your flushed body as you rock your hips on his cock. “You fill me up so well Dunc, do you feel how wet you’ve got me? All for you baby.”

He shivers at her words, his body heating up as he lets you take whatever you want from him. “You feel so.. fuck, you’re incredible.” He chokes out, and apparently, it’s enough for you because not even a moment later your hand is sliding down to his throat as you tell him to come for you. He does it so easily, his entire body engulfed in flames as he comes apart a second time. It’s quick and hot and over all to soon, he thinks he might have screamed but he doesn’t remember anything but the mind-numbing pleasure. He’s already sore from the tightening of his muscles.

He almost thanks god when you lift yourself off him, kissing his sweaty cheeks softly as you take off the condom. He watches the ceiling fan spin as you discard the condom and untie his wrists, he’s pleasantly numb as you massage and kiss his wrists and clean the cum off both of your bodies.

You can tell he’s ready to curl up and sleep for twelve hours but you aren’t done with him yet. You straddle his hips one last time and grab his overused cock one last time. His eyes shoot open at your touch, a broken whimper escaping his chest as he realizes you aren’t done with him. “I want one more baby, want you to give me one more.” He shakes his head slowly, his eyes glazed over as you run his bare head through your folds. “Last one, I promise.” He whines low in his throat as you sink onto him again. He’s getting hard already, his cock twitching as you slowly slide down on him one last time. He thinks he’s in heaven as he bottoms out in you, bare for the first time. Your cunt clenches around him as you adjust to his girth. You watch his face as he bites his lower lip, his eyebrows coming together as he tries to ignore the aching in his overused cock.

His eyes tear up as you begin rocking on his cock, his senses in overdrive as you use him for your pleasure. “I- fuck, I- I can’t come again.” He whines, his now free hands rubbing his eyes before he grasps at your waist, silently begging you to take mercy on him. He doesn’t expect you to listen, you both know you won’t stop unless he safe-words out of it. He chokes on a moan as you suckle on his nipple, his body shaking with pleasure as you build your pace up.

Your fingers run through his hair as you kiss his chest, “Last one, be a good boy and wait for me.” He doesn’t know where he gets the energy, his heavy hand sliding between their bodies to rub against her clit. He’s so boneless from his two previous orgasms that you’re grinding against his fingers more than he’s truly rubbing your clit. He can hear his crying in his ears as he sniffles, combined with his moans and the wet sounds of your cunt fucking his cock. He’s so fucking hard it hurts, every nerve in his body is burning and he thinks he might be begging you to stop but he’s so out of his mind he doesn’t have any control anymore.

Duncan bends his knees, plants his feet flat on the bed and begins fucking himself into you. “’M so close, I-I can’t-“ He cuts himself off with a groan as he tries to stave off his third orgasm. He’s so painfully sensitive that every rock of your hips has his head spinning. He’s never came this fast, this many times in one night. You’re the only person who’s made him let go like this.

Your hands run through his hair in what you hope is a soothing manner to bring him back to you. Your own orgasm is so close, you’ve been on edge all night since he called you and nearly begged you to cancel any plans and see him instead, he needed you more than anything right then. You’re giving him what he craves, you’ve never take him this far but you can tell by the way he’s hard inside you and rocking his hips into yours while you wipe his tears away that he’s as pleased as you are. You press your lips to his one last time as you tell him to cum with you, swallowing his scream as his third orgasm shatters him.

Your body stills on top of his as your second orgasm washes over you, your body coating him in your wetness once more. It’s the first time in years you’ve had someone bare, had a man fill you with his cum and you welcome the rare sensation with glee. It’s more personal than anything you’ve felt in a long time, the feeling of his seed releasing inside of you. You slowly pull away from him, his entire body twitching at your movement. You leave him to get a warm washcloth to clean the both of you up one last time. You’re scared he’s broken, that you’ve truly shattered him until he blinks his eyes up at you.

“I’ve never… never done that before.” He laughs softly, his fingers finding your thigh and rubbing softly.

You toss the cloth onto the ground and crawl next to him in bed, tugging the blanket from under him to cover you both. You press soft reassuring kisses onto his face and chest, your fingers toying with his soft chest hairs as he falls asleep beneath you, his body completely relaxed and stress free, the complete opposite of when he arrived in the hotel room that night.

[smut-goblin]

Gruuz The Breaker (m!demon/f!human nsfw)

Gruuz The Breaker was fearsome to behold. 

A seven feet tall hulking mass of grey muscles with hard, dragon-like scales jutting out of his shoulders and back to protect his spine. His massive three-fingered hands could easily crush skulls of other demons,  brightly glowing eye looking at the broken bodies of his brethren with nothing but contempt. You have seen him use the giant tusks jutting from his lower jaw to tear out throats and chunks of flesh, his tricloven hooves trampling anyone unfortunate to get between him and his prey.

 Oh, if only those cowering in fear before him could see him now. But no. This Gruuz was just for you to see.

 Broad shoulders supporting him as he meekly looked at you, tree trunk arms tied behind his back, face down, ass up as he presented himself for your cruel mercies.

 His ashen skin already turning dark under strokes of the leather paddle. You eased the sting a bit with a hand gently massaging the shapely flesh before delivering another blow. He knew better than to protest his punishment for keeping you waiting.

 You've finally stopped when his cheeks looked like plums, dark demon blood giving the flesh lovely colour.

   - "Now. Since that part is done, I think it's time you started showing me how sorry you are"- you cooed sweetly, one hand grabbing a tusk, forcing Gruuz up into kneeling position.

  - " Yes, ma'am. I am very sorry." - his voice was a husky growl and you could see the result of your spanking jutting proudly between his thighs, precum oozing generously.

  - "Oh, darling. Words are cheap." - you've backed yourself onto a bed, propping pillows under your back as you chided Gruuz softly. -" Now then"- you spread your legs once you found the comfortable spot -" Actions speak louder than words" - you pointed at your already wet slit -" start apologising."

 He'd learned his lesson and needn't be told twice. The sight of him crawling on his knees towards you shot hot sparks into your very core. You could see his nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of your growing arousal, knife-like ears twitching as his jaw muscles rippled, Gruuz breathing in through both mouth and nose, being able to sample your desire in the air before plunging his tongue between your folds for a better taste.

 You let yourself fall down on the pillows, legs stretching to rest on the demon's shoulders, pulling him even closer. That wicked tongue of his was already making your breath hitch. Rougher than a human and prehensile, it worked you in all the right ways with a mixture of texture, pressure and sucking.

 The rumbling growls and whimpers he was making sent vibrations through your body, making your hands fly to grab his head as your hips rubbed shamelessly against his face. You knew Gruuz's hips were mirroring yours, but with hands tied behind him, he was unable to give himself any sort of relief. His mounting frustration making the growls grow in strength, sending more jolts through you.

 You came hard and suddenly, the greedy sucking on your clit throwing you over the edge, body curling up in a ball, head resting on Gruuz's wide shoulders. Your breathless panting in his ear has spurred him on, tongue and mouth doubling their assault,  making the fire in your belly build up just as the first extinguished, nails dragging at his skin as you threw yourself back on the pillows, hips jerking wildly.

 It took you a while to get your heartbeat under control, Gruuz still kneeling between your thighs, nipping and nuzzling the flesh on your shaking legs, trying to get some attention.

   - "Well..."- you croaked, coughed and tried again. -" Well, it's a start. But I'm still disappointed in you."

 -"Yes, ma'am" - Gruuz was doing a bad job of hiding his satisfied smirk.

 You reached to untie him, slapping his giant hands away when he tried to touch you.

   - "None of that, you're not out of the woods yet! Now, on your back, keep your hands above your head. If I see them move you'll be in real trouble!"

 With an eager 'yes ma'am' he followed your orders, arms stretched above his head, one holding the other by the wrist. You pretended for a moment to assess his position, giving your legs some extra time to become less jelly and more solid. Falling down on your face would not be great for the mood.

  Finally, you decided to crawl off the bed and up his body, Gruuz's eye on you as you stopped before his weeping shaft. Normally you'd love to wrap your lips around it and let it fill your mouth. But your demon lover needs to learn his lesson. 

 Hands propped on the muscular plane of his stomach you dragged your wet folds along his shaft, mixing juices and testing his restraint. He had swallowed hard but didn't change his position. Satisfied you moved one hand between you, guiding his bulbous head inside you.

 You have always loved that first stretching moment, feeling of being opened wide and then filled to the brim as you slid your way down Gruuz's cock. The ridges of hardened skin circling his shaft slowed your way up, but dear lord, they felt fantastic rubbing inside you as you picked up your pace. 

 Both hands back on the demon's body for support, you had to go all the way to kneeling to get to the top of his shaft. Normally you'd let him wrap one massive hand around your waist, encircling it wholly, to help you ride him. 

 Well, tough titties, you were doing it your way.

   - "Don't even think about cumming before I do." - you breathed, working out the rhythm for your hips.

  - "No, ma'am"- his voice was strained, free hand opening and closing. Good boy, he was doing his best to obey.

 Since up and down wasn't going to work so well you started rocking yourself on his cock, back and forth, body adding circular motion on its own, the ridges and his girth rubbing and bumping all the little spots that made your blood sing. 

 You could feel Gruuz tensing under you, jaw muscles bunching up, neck tendons standing out as he fought the urge to grab you. The knowledge that the only thing keeping this killing machine still was your command and his desire to please you and submit was more potent than any aphrodisiac. 

 You grabbed one of your breasts in your hand, kneading the flesh, fingers of the other sneaking down to tease your abused clit as your hips continued their dance, movements more frantic and wild. 

 You peaked again and it felt almost sore, the way your impossibly stretched pussy tried to flutter and pulse around the monstrous cock inside you. Almost, but damn good.

 You looked at Gruuz through your sweaty hair, his glare both burning and begging. A soft smile and tired nod were all he needed.

 His arms went around you, holding you flush against his body, letting you hear both his hearts hammering as his hips started pistoning into you at full tilt.

 You could only moan and mewl at the sensations your tender flesh was feeding you, tired from previous orgasms but already climbing to a final one alongside your lover.

   - "You've done so well, I'm so proud of you." - you whispered hotly, knowing Gruuz could hear you over his own snarls and the slapping of flesh. -" You have earned your reward. Cum for me love, fill me up. Do it for me."

 You could feel his cock starting to pulse, thrusts becoming jerky and desperate and then the warm sensation of being filled with his seed, liquid overflowing and pooling in a sticky mess where your bodies were joined.

 You allowed yourself a few moments to bask in the afterglow before rising up, grabbing Gruuz's hand to follow you. You must have made an odd pair, tiny human woman, your palm big enough to wrap around one of your lover's fingers, and him a mountain of muscle easily towering over you.

 Yet he allowed you to guide him to one of the heated pools dotting his pocket plane, Gruuz's very own piece of Inferno. 

 He sighed with pleasure as he immersed himself in the water and allowed your deft fingers to soap him up, working from the neck down. You gasped as he raised his arm, revealing welts from the rope. You kissed each and every one.

   - "Did I hurt you, love? I'm so sorry..."

  Gruuz's heavy brow knitted in confusion then he looked at his arm and laughed. His arm gently gathered you to him, massive tusks grazing your skin as he chuckled.

   - "No, love. You were perfect. And your ropework gets better and better each time. I guess I was just too eager to lay my hands on you, your sweet little cunt dancing on my tongue so deliciously!" - he laughed again as you blushed and slapped his arm in mock anger. 

 You carried on bathing him, pressing a loving kiss to every scratch, welt or bite (goodness, how did those appear? Ooooh. Now you remember.) before towering him off and leading him back to the bedroom.

 This was his favourite part, being sprawled on his belly while you massaged him from head to toe, working out any knots and tenseness out of his muscles, making him purr like a giant cat. After that, he'll be relaxed and sleepy, sometimes just dozing off curled around you and at times summoning imps with trays of sweetmeats, cold meats and cheeses accompanied by a sweet dessert wine. He'll rest his head in your lap, allowing you to feed him choice bits as you chat about everything and nothing or listen to your voice as you read to him, letting it lull and soothe him.

 Being a General of Infernal Legions is a tough job, luckily Gruuz can trust you to take over when he comes to you.

[kenzieam]

The Quarry - A Destroyed Short

Rating: M

Warnings: smut and the occasional bad word

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Another chapter in my Chris and Raen stories, set between the final chapter and the epilogue, I hope you enjoy.

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A loon called, low and mournful, from the water and Raen shaded her eyes, squinting down at it before glancing back up at the horizon, mostly hidden by the surrounding forest. The sun was sending out rays of orange and red, a fiery petit morte to mark the end of the day, painting the scenery like a wildfire.

Dropping her gaze back down to her lap, Raen gently traced her fingers along Chris’ stubbly jaw and he grinned at her, eyes closed, as he attempted to doze, his head in her lap as she leaned against the rock, her rock, at the top of the cliff of their quarry.  

“Babe, I’m sleeping,” he mumbled, not able to stop his smile. “Someone kept me up all night,” he opened one eye to glower teasingly at her. “Wanting to play.”

Raen smiled, trailing her fingertips along Chris’ lips, giggling when he pecked at them playfully. “Well, I was finally feeling better,” she mused, her fingers moving up to his shorn scalp, scratching lightly and drawing out a groan of pleasure. “And l can’t help myself, you’re so damn sexy.”

Chris fixed her with a stare, his pupils growing larger. “You’re the sexy one.” He rolled, pressing his face into her belly and wrapped his arms around her hips. “Can’t get enough, doll.” He mumbled, nuzzling close, almost purring as Raen stroked the curve of his neck and down around his bare shoulder, tanned skin visible around his white muscle shirt. After a beat, he paused in his snuggling and asked. “You said you’re feeling better. Your stomach?”

“Yeah.”

“Wonder what you ate.” Chris mused, burrowing again, grinning at Raen’s squeak when he tickled her lightly.

“Well, it wasn’t that new cookie recipe I tried,” Raen teased. “Because I only got one, you ate like, fourteen.”

“They were good.” Chris mumbled, not raising his head. “And everyone’s going to see that, when you open the bakery next week.”

Raen smiled, suddenly ridiculously close to tears. Chris’ support and was the main driving force behind her, an unlimited source of strength, reassurance and help that was culminating in the grand opening of Raen’s bakery, Cinnamon Kisses, in just under four days time. Named for her grandma’s favorite cookie, the woman who’d left Raen her home and possessions after her passing, giving her granddaughter the opportunity she’d needed to escape her hellishly abusive spouse, the bakery was a tribute to her, with her picture at a place of honor on the wall above the display cases and her recipes the main focal point.

She traced along the scar on his scalp, the silent testament to how close she’d come to not ever knowing this man at all. “I love you, Chris.”

Chris rolled back over, resting his head again in her lap to look up at her and his smile was the most beautiful thing she would ever see. Taking her hand, he kissed it before setting it on his chest, fingers twined with his. “I love you too, baby.”

They fell silent for a while and Raen found herself gazing again back out at the water. In the quiet, an edginess returned and Raen swallowed, knowing she couldn’t put it off any longer. Good or bad, their relationship was about to change.

“Chris?”

“Yeah, doll?” Chris mumbled, his eyes were closed again, his voice languid and relaxed.

“I need to tell you something.”

Chris’ eyes opened and he squinted up at her, silently waiting. When she didn’t speak, he urged gently. “Tell me, baby.”

Raen hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip then took a deep breath. “My stomach… it wasn’t bad food. I’m pregnant.”

Chris blinked in surprise, staring dazed at her. “What?”

Heat hit her cheeks. “I’m pregnant.”

Chris sat up suddenly, his back to Raen and stared straight ahead. His shoulders were tense, and he was breathing hard and Raen felt a welling disappointment.

This was a bad idea. He’s freaking out.

“Pregnant.” He echoed, his voice sounding hollow.

“Yes.” Raen dropped her head, picking at a ragged cuticle. Despite being together, despite getting married in less than a year, the topic of children had never really come up. Raen wasn’t even sure if Chris wanted kids, let alone one in less than nine months. Why hadn’t she talked to him about it before? What the fuck had she been waiting for? They made love daily, sometimes twice or more a day, what the hell did she think was going to happen?

Chris turned back to face her; his eyes boring into hers. His chest was still heaving, a wild look on his face. “Baby, that’s awesome!” He crowed suddenly, a huge smile breaking out on his face. Reaching for her, he pulled Raen to his chest and kissed her hard before throwing his head back and roaring. His cry echoed across the water, startling the loons below.

Looking back down at her, he cupped her face and dropped his forehead to hers, face split wide in a huge grin. “That’s so great baby, wait… what are you crying for?” He pulled back enough to look at her, brows furrowing in concern.

Raen couldn’t stop the tears, so relieved at Chris’ reaction, at the joy on his face and Chris kissed her again, his lips sweet against hers, then tenderly kissed the tears off her cheeks. Hiccupping, Raen swallowed her sobs and gazed wetly up at him.

“Wait… did you think I wouldn’t be happy?” Chris asked incredulously, finally deciphering her tears. “Doll, really? This the best thing you could have told me, why would you think I’d be anything but ecstatic?” Realization flooded his eyes and they softened, even glittered a bit with tears of his own. “No, doll.” He murmured, pulling her close again. “I’m not even going to say his name and wreck the moment, he was a fucking dumbass piece of shit. This is good news. This is great!” He pressed another kiss to her forehead. “How far along are you?”

“I don’t know yet.” Raen answered, nuzzling closer. “My ultrasound’s in a few days, will you come with me?”

“Doll, I’ll be there. I’ll be here for everything.” He gave a very un-Chris like squeal. “I’m so goddamn happy! Goddamn, baby! We’re having a baby! DO YOU HEAR THAT?” He bellowed across the quarry. “I’m going to be a daddy! We’re having a baby!!”

“You goof.” Raen mumbled, tears of happiness again falling down her cheeks.

“I love you.” Chris declared, grabbing Raen’s face in his calloused palms and crushing his mouth to hers. After a beat, he reined in and his kiss became gentle and tender, his touch caressing but still desperate. “I love you so much,” he mumbled against her lips, his hand dropping to grip her throat carefully before continuing down to cup her breast through her tank top. Heat rushed into Raen’s limbs and she clawed back, one hand sliding up under his shirt to scratch his bare skin while the other plunged lower, palming the growing bulge through his jeans.

“Baby-” he gasped, pulling away for just an instant before attacking again, rucking his hand up to cup her breast under her shirt. He growled at her braless state, something like ‘naughty girl’ tumbling almost inaudibly from his mouth as he continued, pushing Raen gently down to lay flat on the blanket below them.

His zipper rasped as Raen tugged it down and he hissed, pulling his head away and dropping it back between his shoulders when Raen pushed past his briefs and wrapped her hand around his cock. He yanked down his jeans with one hand while the other cupped Raen’s face, their kisses savoring, deep and claiming, their tongues tangling together then Chris pulled away, breaths panting to watch Raen’s face as he jerked her shorts down and away and pushed her thighs apart for him.

“Yes, yes baby. Yes.” Raen whimpered, a desperate chant that morphed into a moan of ecstasy as Chris lined up and entered her, filling her with one push. He groaned into her neck as he bottomed out, Raen’s legs wrapping around his waist as he pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in again.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “You feel so goddamn good.”

“More, god baby, more-” Raen cried, trailing off into a whimpering moan.

They writhed together, bodies moving as one, pressed so close it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Chris wrapped himself around Raen as he thrust into her, capturing and claiming her with his arms and body and she clung just as tightly back, her face buried in his neck.

“Look at me-” Chris gasped and Raen pulled her face away, lay it on the ground beneath them, the plaid of the blanket a stark contrast to her auburn hair.

“I love you,” he whispered, gritting his teeth as his body threatened to explode in pleasure. “I love you so fucking much, you’re everything baby, everything to me, do you understand?”

“Chris-” she moaned, then the euphoria cleared from her eyes for a beat and she met his stare squarely. “You too,” she rasped, her voice almost breaking. “You’re everything to me too, you know that, right?”

“God baby, yes-” Words left him as his body took over, chasing his own release and a sharp groan left him when Raen tensed beneath him, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her walls convulsed around him and Chris stopped fighting, surrendering to his own climax with a roar that echoed over the quarry like the primal, visceral cry of heaven it was. The sweetest pain mixed with the fiercest pleasure as he came, spilling his seed in sharp throbs inside Raen, the warmth and pulsing of his release triggering her again and again, an infinite loop between lovers of give and take until their voices and bodies gave out and they collapsed together in a panting heap on the blanket, bodies quivering and trembling with aftershocks and exertion.

Chris panted into the curve of Raen’s neck, unable to even lift his head, felt his heart pound against Raen’s chest, felt hers match his frantic tattoo and squeezed his eyes shut as a tsunami of emotion crashed over him.

He was alive, he was here; his soulmate, his other half wrapped in his arms and he was being given another chance; so was Raen, both of them being gifted with another child after both lost one so early in its fragile life and the tears came hot and heavy, stealing his breath in a great whooping rush.

Raen lay beneath him and let him feel, murmuring soothing words in his ear, running her hands tenderly up and down his trembling back, and waited, blinking away her own silent tears. As she pressed gentle kisses to his throat and curve of his shoulder, Chris could groan in response, shivering with emotion.

Finally, an eternity or a second later, Chris gasped a deep breath and exhaled it gradually, focusing on slowing the tears that were already drying up and, without saying a word, burrowed his face against Raen’s, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

They didn’t speak, they didn’t need to. The words ferried between them without hindrance or pause.

I love you.

[cchellacat]

Bucky and you had crushes on each other for ages. One night you got drunk at one of Tony's parties and when Bucky walks you back to your room you manage to seduce him. He really tried to be a gentleman but he's weak when it comes to you. The next morning after you woke up in his arms, he apologizes for taking advantage of your state till you silence him with a kiss. You know there’s blame to share and that it was unfair to put him in this situation in the first place. You end up with round 2.

The Morning After

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The warmth of hot skin pressed against hers is what wokeher.  She hadn’t shared a bed with anyonein years.  Hot breath tickled the skin atthe back of her neck and she stilled, breathing shallow, as she tried to piecethe events of the night before back together… Oh fuck.  Bucky. 

She had got drunk and then come onto him when he brought herhome.  She blushes hotly as she remembersthe filthy words she had muttered into his ear as he carried her to herbedroom, she’d been stumbling in her strappy heels so badly he’s carried her fromthe lift to her apartment.  Drunk Her,had taken it as the perfect opportunity to tell him exactly how much she wantedhim and what she wanted him to do to her.

She never would have said anything when she was sober.  She and been harbouring the biggest crush onhim ever since she first saw him, all hobo hair and sad looking.  The last six months had been kind to him, andshe’d become his friend if nothing else.

She’d been convinced he didn’t see her that way, but he’dtold her off twice for what she’d said last night.  Told her off for teasing him and that she shouldn’tsay things she didn’t mean.  She’d puthim straight by kissing him hot and hard, and clinging like a limpet as he puther down on the bed.  The filthy moan he’dmade into her mouth and the way his arms had tightened around her had told hereverything she needed to know.

When she had pulled him on top of her things had movedquickly.  From the bed she could see themess of strewn cloths scattered across the floor of her bedroom.  She felt achy and tender.  God it had been incredible.  He’d made her cum with his tongue first andthen he’d made her cum around his cock twice before finally burying himselfdeep inside and emptying himself into her. She moaned at the remembered feeling and squeezed her thighs together.

She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing into herass and she wiggled a little and arched her back at the feel of him as itbrought back memories of the night before. His arms tighten for a moment and pull her closer before she feels hisbody tense.  

Well, time to face the music she thinks, he’ll probablynever speak to her again after this.   Sheturned in his arms and look up at him, worried at the reaction she might get.

Bucky’s blue eyes starred into her own, the look of sorrowthat crossed his face made her cringe.

“Fuck, Doll, I;m sorry, I …. Fuck.”  He tries to untangle himself from around herand she tries not to cry.  He hatedher.  

“No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come onto you like that… Itook advantage….  I’m sorry Bucky.”

“What?”  She looks upat him again, he’s propped up on one arm, staring down at her.  “Doll, I’m the one that took advantage, Inever should have took it further.  Youwere drunk.  It was wrong.  I never wanted to hurt you like that.”

“You didn’t hurt me… I..  Jesus, Bucky, that was the bestnight of my life.”  

Bucky stared at her in confusion for a moment before hebrought a hand up to brush back her hair. He still looked unsure and her heart ached at the sight.  She brought a gentle hand up to cup his jaw, rubbinggently at the stubble with her fingertips, and drew his lips to hers, offeringa soft kiss.

The kiss didn’t stay soft. The same throaty groan that made her wet the night before poured intoher mouth and she echoed it back as his arms drew her flush against him, beastspressed into his chest, the hair there a delightful friction at her sensitivenipples.  

Then his weight is pressing her in to the bed, his thighspreading her legs as he settled back between them.  She clings to him, pulling him in, her heelsdigging into his ass, urging him closer. Soft and sweet turned heated and heavy and she cants her hips to his,whimpering as his thick cock presses into her, slipping between silky wetfolds.  She doesn’t want to stop, reachesa hand down and guides him into her.  

Twin moans of satisfaction press into skin as Bucky mouthswet kisses into her neck, her own lips kissing into his hairline as hethrusts.  Their bodies in motion, the feelof sweat slick skin and the tumble of muttered words of affection and praiseswap between them as they move.  He iscareful with her, hands, cupping her breasts, squeezing them gently, before hislips are on them, nipping and sucking as she arches into his mouth, loudly begginghim for more.  Her orgasm rushes in,flowing out over her skin like lightening, every nerve firing, pure pleasurepulsing as her pussy clutches at his cock.  Her breathy moan into his shoulder and thefeel if her contracting around him has him pushing deeper, thrusting harder,chasing his own pleasure in turn.  She feelsthe moment he means to pull out, her legs tighten around his waist and she whispersin his ear.

“Don’t go, I want you to cum in me, fill me up Bucky.  Cum in me.”

He swears and his grip on her tightens, pulling her hips inclose as he begins to come, burying himself even deeper in her tight heat.  The feel of him coming, the twitch of his cock,the warmth of his cum tips her back over the edge, the new angle suddenly has hishead pressing sweetly to that spot that sends her flying again.  She crying out as he fucks into her, both ofthem breathing out words of praise as they tumble over the edge together, hisweight pinning her down as they shudder.

She runs her finger through his hair, whispering heraffection to him as he presses tiny kisses into her shoulder, his handsstroking her side.  This is where shewants to be for the rest of her life. she doesn’t realise she’s said is out loud till he mutters into her neckthat it’s just as well because after that she’s never getting rid of him.  She grins into his hair and giggles.  Best drunk decision she’s ever made.

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