#like way to make it sound like you’re a dick

[minnies-puppydoll]

hi!! i really really REALLY love your works so far like USHDNSKSKJZZBNS THEY ARE SO GOOD AND FIT THEM AND JUST THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR HARD WORK

uhm, so uh, i would like to order a skz reaction when they are needy, please. like when they are so desperate and just yearn to fuck or be fucked i dont mind. thank you so much!! 🫶

OT8 HCS:

*~When they’re needy~*

pairing: ot8 x reader

tags: cum, toys, anal, sounding, begging, degredation, praise :3

thank you for ordering!! do you need a recipt?🐶

smut below the cut<3

Chris:

• gets so flirty.

• like he’s usually flirtatious, but when he actually wants it to go somewhere he so extremely smooth with it.

• but it also turns into dirty talk real fast. he’ll spill filthy things into your ears or messages.

• or he’ll send you quick little texts like:

you should come over ha ha..not unless u want too <3

• dick pic sender!! his big, leaky cock twitches under the exposure of his camera, he bites his lip as he snaps the picture. he giggles despite feeling dirty, because a part of him likes being teased.

• he ends up getting himself more worked up on accident. he doesn’t want to jerk off or anything because he wants to save his cum for you. but, he can’t resist touching himself, so he’ll just tease his cock so bad.

• you may come home and see your sexy boyfriend laid out on the couch red-faced and breathing heavy with the bottom of his shirt between his teeth. he’ll run his fingers along his red, dripping cock lightly, whining and squirming his hips at the torture.

• he thinks you’re cute, so he likes to touch you up and tease you.

• honestly is a bit shy to say outright the he “wants to have sex” so he’ll play with you until you’re begging to fuck. (depends on his mood)

• or sometimes he’ll let his actions speak louder, by kissing you as soon as you walk through the door, pressing his hard cock onto your thigh so you can feel how much he thought of you.

“mmh..yeah, feel that? feel me? been like this all day, teasing my cock just for you. its my turn to feel you, hm?”

Minho:

• can’t focus on shit.

• he sees horniness as an annoying ache. he’s so distracted easily, he’s daydreaming about sex, and he’s uncomfortable, he just wants to relieve the desire burning his core.

• so sensitive too, especially when he’s daydreaming. someone touches his shoulder and he’s flinching, if someone whispers something in his ear he’s shuddering.

• he used to be too proud to say he’s horny. but you could see through his curt, sarcastic attitude by how clingy he would get around YOU. the only one that could fix it.

• so because of his attitude, he used to just spam text you a bunch of things for attention. it’s like as soon as he’s horny, he’s laying himself over you like a cat.

• but now, he’s way more comfortable, maybe even too comfortable.

• he’ll just send you a selfie with a dumbass filter and text:

come to the bathroom and suck me off🐰

• like bro what💀 it always works though..

• doesn’t send dick pics. even if he’s away he’ll just facetime you if you wanna see his dick so bad. he’ll pour lube down his cock and jerk himself off so slowly, always shows his blissed out face too.

• when he’s finally got his hands on you, he’s too focused on getting himself off to say anything to you really. but, if you keep him waiting long enough, you’ll hear his frustration.

“can we fuck? like right now? ….please. ill eat you out. i know you can’t say no to something like that.”

Changbin:

• if he’s at the studio, you won’t even notice. you can only tell by the impatient bouncing of his leg and his nervous lip bites.

• once he has you alone, he’s placing a soft hold on your waist, nuzzling your noses and whispering such cute things that equally make you giggle and want to bite on his lips.

• his foreplay consists of soft grabs and sweet kisses that get deeper and deeper until he’s got you straddling him, not breaking the intimate makeout session you’re sharing.

• very comfortable telling you when he’s horny, even if pink still hues his cheeks a little.

• very cute about dick pics. he doesn’t send them unless you tell him to, and the first time he did, he was so excited and aroused. he looked around from his phone, seeing if anyone noticed the flushed expression he had in his face.

• he snuck to the bathroom and sprung his thick cock out of his boxers, he fumbled with the camera for a while, not really knowing how to take a picture of it?

• he snaps a cute picture of his short cock leaking a thin string of precum on his finger. the picture and situation turned him on so much he was begging you to let him jerk off.

• when you aren’t home, he’s usually patient, but you can’t ignore things forever..

• you guys own a few toys, so he’ll pick a few from the drawer that he hasn’t tried yet and play with his cock until you get home.

• it’ll be a pretty picture when you do too. he’ll be on his hands and knees, lightly fucking a small, pink buttplug in and out of his ass, begging for you too finish him off.

“ahn- welcome home, sweet girl… mphh..need your soft pussy on my cock. please please- fuck me with this in?”

Hyunjin:

• stares at you alot.

• he’ll look up at you with such a sweet, loving gaze, analyzing every part of you like a nostalgic toy.

• he loooves frotting. he’ll show you how needy he is for you by rubbing his sweet hard-on along your clothed tummy till his precum stains his pants. its like he’s magnetically drawn to you when he’s hard.

• comfortable telling you when he’s horny. he’ll tell you when you guys are alone/able to, so you don’t feel pressured to make time for his desires, especially when you’re busy or having fun.

• sends way more bulge pics than dick pics. some of his long, hard cock in his sweatpants, maybe his pretty hand gripping the length of it.

• sends vids too, he’ll send you one of him teasing his cockhead with a thick paintbrush of his, begging you to come home and do it instead.

• when you aren’t home, he’ll jerk himself through the silk of his pajama pants, stopping when he’s close to cumming. or he’ll roll his hips into mattress, pretending it’s your wet pussy.

• and when you do get home, he’s meeting you at the door. his hair is messy and he’s somewhat panting. he’ll step closer to you till his lips rest in your hair, and his hips are the only part of him you can promenantly see.

• he’ll pull his sensitive cock out from his cozy pants, jerking himself off right in front of your eyes, his tip pressing onto your shirt. his breath will hitch and he’ll hide his face in your hair, moaning in realization that he’s finally gonna cum.

• it squirts onto your sweatshirt, pumping out of his cock with small, audible thuds. his cum seeps messily into clothes, as he wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your neck.

“mm- fuck…so fucking turned on right now..you see what you do to me? oh god..g’nna cum- gonna fucking cum..”

Han:

• act suprised, he’s pathetic.

• literally dissasociated. he wants you so bad he doesn’t even care about whats happening if it isn’t related to you.

• if you aren’t home, he’ll lay in bed, gripping the sheets around him and even stripping down because of how hot his body gets when he thinks about you.

• no indescribable force could keep this man from jerking off. babe as soon as he gets home and shuts the door behind him, he’s leaning on that shit and quickly unzipping his cock free.

• he’ll be still setting down his bag while he’s twitching and jerking from stroking his cock. as soon as he’s done, he plops down on the bed and continues to jerk himself off till he cums for the first time that day.

• oh he sends dick pics. but weirdly only when he’s in public or at work, never at home. you can’t count how many pictures of his hard cock he’s sent from bathrooms, practice rooms, dressing rooms and even in this hoe’s car.

• when you are home, he’s holding your hands and begging for you to have some type of sex with him. he doesn’t card if your pegging, he’s fucking, he’s domming, or he’s subbing or whatever, he just needs to feel you on him.

• if you say anything other than yes immediately, he’s dropping to his knees and looking up at you, saying such useless, pathetic words in hopes to get himself fucked.

“please! please please- i’ll be such a good boy…just need it. need it so bad it hurts. i’ll take whatever you give me..”

Felix:

• so clingy and desperate.

• but, he’s so happy he has someone to fuck so he doesn’t have to suffer alone.

• biggest pleaser. he’ll pull you into a deep hug, reaching a hand down to toy with your clothed clit, eating up every noise you make.

• he likes clear communication so he’ll just text you and ask when you are returning home.

• his dick pics are usually tame. pictures of him pulling up his sweater so you can see his freckled abs and leaky cock. or he sends videos of his long cock squirting in the company bathrooms, you can only hear the cute splashing sounds and his whiny little gasps, trying to stay quiet.

• but, when he feels really turned on, he might even send little slutty videos of his cute cock humping his pillow till he shoots cum all over the fabric, or maybe one of him sounding his cock slit till his eyes roll back from a dry prostate orgasm.

• felix is a WHORE. so u guys do in fact have large toy drawer☺️

• when you aren’t home he either fucks his ass with one of your old dildos, or humps some other object of yours. though it’s softer than it sounds, he just loves you!

• coming home is the best. on the bed, he’ll be sat up on his knees, holding your shoulders and kissing you messily. his back is arched toward you as you tug on his cock to completion. he may not have the energy left to pound you, but it’s the best suprise ever.

“mmph..ffuck- can’t hold it anymore..mm- ah! your hands- ah..faster faster please..i can take it.”

Seungmin:

• you would think he’s in pain or something.

• it starts off with him just scrolling on his phone, and when he starts getting horny he may just reach a hand down there to softly rub his cock through his pants.

• then, he’ll look away from his phone, feeling it get more intense. his cock starts getting antsy, so he’ll text you when you’re coming home.

• finally, his phone is discarded. he decided to take a cold shower before he got sweat on his bed. but, it didn’t help much. the water hitting his cock made him hiss through his teeth.

• before he knew it, he had the showerhead in his hand, turning the water pressure up and letting it hit his cock. eyes rolling back and trembling before his cock squirts all over the shower wall.

• he doesn’t send pictures like at all. he’ll just explain through words how he’s feeling. he finds it awkward and strange.

• but he’ll send the prettiest voice messages of him groaning your name and the sloppy sounds of his cock.

• when he does get his hands on you, its desperate, not like jisung desperate but like he’s kissing you quickly and deeper, holding the side of your face.

• will pound you like he hasn’t cum in years, unintentionally holding you down and forcing his cock deeper.

“needed this. fucking needed this..nothing’s better. hm? slutty pussy’s all mine right? tightest fucking hole.”

Jeongin:

• being horny is his favorite.

• he’ll position himself in front of his mirror, smiling and spreading precum on his tip.

• he doesn’t usually wait for you, because he likes teasing you anyway, he likes it when you beg him to fuck you instead of his hand or his fleshlight. but he may wait for a little while.

• he’ll walk around in his grey sweatpants, making dinner and washing dishes while his hard cock bulges and twitches excitedly when he frots against the counter.

• genuinely the king of dick pics. he knows his cock is pretty, so every time he’s hard he’s having a full photoshoot before he jerks off. has folders in his camera roll full of just his dick.

• prefers taking pictures when you are there. so he can have a pretty pic of you mouthing and nuzzling into his bulge. his good girl.

• excited for you to come home and beg for him to fuck you again. he’ll pull his fleshlight from his closet, steadily moving it up and down on his cock, waiting for you to find him like this.

“wish this was your slutty cunt i was fucking? mm..sorry. i don’t think i can stop now. gonna cry? go ahead. ah..she’s tight too. ill waste my cum in this toy if you don’t start begging.”

[heesimp]

Okay but sex addict heeseung pls pls like he loses his damn mind if he doesn't feel a pussy wrapped around him at least twice a day j gehssjsnsj

I looove the sex addict trope so much like it’s so hot imagining heeseung always wanting to fuck to the point that it’s all he can think about

warnings: mentions of porn (videos + magazines), doggy, use of a pocket pussy, fucking while on a zoom meeting (audio and camera are turned off), unprotected sex, creampie, implied mention of multiple rounds of fucking.

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Heeseung loves sex.

Sex is so natural for him, the feeling of his cock springing to life makes his heart race because he loves getting himself off and watching himself be covered in his sticky cum. He’s always hard, even when his horniness is simmering underneath the surface.

You’re here to satiate that need with him ever since you moved in next door. One text from Heeseung and you’re coming over no matter the time of day because like him, you worked from home.

He’s supposed to be in a meeting but his cock needs to be wrapped up in something warm and tight. His camera and microphone are muted while he plows into your pussy from behind, one knee on his bed while his other foot is planed beside you to push himself so deep into your hole that you feel him right in your cervix.

“Love this tight pussy,” he moans and grips your ass to push and pull you back into him despite the sound of his manager talking in the background. “I’d fuck you all day if you let me.”

Back when he was younger and first learned how he loved to pleasure himself, he thinks his obsession with sex began when he found porn magazines underneath his brother’s bed just before college. He’s not afraid to admit he stole it out of sheer curiosity and felt his cock harden upon seeing naked tits and wet pussies out on full display for him like that. Heeseung pretended these women were spreading themselves out for him and that alone was enough to make his bedsheets dirty every single time.

College was where he let loose. Heeseung practically bathed himself in sex with the amount of girls he’d meet every single weekend at parties to make friends and get some action. This was the first time he’d been away from home and the unsupervised weeks made for a perfect excuse to get fucked up on the weekends and have sex without abandon. Nobody could tell him what to do and he knows he’s hot enough to get his dick wet at the snap of his fingers.

He’s never met anybody who shares his libido but it doesn’t matter to him much when girls opened up their legs for him. He’s not shy about it at all, eating pussy like he’ll die without it and fucking them like he doesn’t know how to do anything else. Heeseung needs to have sex and he needs to have something wrapped up around him at all times of the day. No exceptions.

His best purchase was a pocket pussy when he first moved into his one bedroom apartment without any roommates. Heeseung was free to masturbate whenever he wanted and didn’t have to time the arrival of a dorm mate with his sex sessions. He no longer needed to touch himself in the quiet of the night and didn’t need to worry about how loud he was moaning since there wasn’t a single person who he needed to worry about.

Heeseung would sit in meetings with his camera off and stroke himself with his toy and he’d fuck it during the nights when no one was free to come over. Netflix had nothing on the loud fry of his voice when he’d plunge his hardened cock into the lives toy and it was never enough to cum just once. He knows the tight silicon toy enables his addiction but he really doesn’t care. His favorite way to use it is when he puts his favorite porn videos on his tv and uses it to get off while he puts the toy in all positions on his couch.

Somehow, meeting you the day you moved in next to him felt like fate. He welcomed you into the neighborhood by giving you four consecutive orgasms and the following week made you realize your neighbor loved to fuck.

He abandoned his regular flings for you, telling himself it was the convenience. You loved the feeling is his dick shoved down your throat or when he was lodged inside of your hole, so much that it didn’t matter what time of day it was, you would always be free for him.

You find yourself on your hands and knees more often, especially at this our on this day of the week. This is when Heeseung has an hour long internal meeting that he isn’t needed for but has to attend anyway. It’s the perfect window to have a quick fuck. Heeseung doesn’t even need to text you because you always come knocking on his door when it starts.

“I’m gonna cum again,” he grunts when he watches your orgasm coat his cock. “Fuck, fuck, yeah. I’m cumming baby.”

He stills his hips when he spurts right into you just as his manager shares his screen for a PowerPoint presentation. Heeseung clenches his ass and pushes the rest of his cum out of you, which bubbles around your opening and seeps right back onto his softening cock.

It’s too good to quit. Heeseung doesn’t think he could ever stop fucking.

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please reblog if you liked it and feel free to send me scenarios and ideas :)

[rodolfoparras]

18+ MDNI 18+

Thinking about having a good ol dick measuring contest with your very much straight friend, having him claim “it’s not a big deal every guy does it “ while having his ears burn, and fingers shake as he whips out his dick for you, hearing him uttering a choked fuck as your dicks stand side by side, and you can’t help but mindlessly comment on how much smaller he is while you’re shamelessly gauging his dick, not even noticing how weak he gets at the knees with each word that escapes your lips, even more so when you daringly cup his small cock, even going as far as to teasingly flick his tip

“what do you plan on doing with that eh?” You say with a small laugh, sounding as if you couldn’t ever imagine him using his dick. “Bet the girls don’t even cum when you fuck them,”

Instead of feeling hurt he can’t help but be turned on by your words and for a brief moment he thinks he’s gone insane because what straight man gets turned on by another man scrutinizing his dick “don’t - ah don’t say that, man, you don’t know shit ”

Between the exchange of words your hand finds its way to his balls and gently fondles them “no I’m being serious, can’t imagine a girl finishing like this, are you even hard hm?” you say sounding oblivious as ever as if he’s not standing there with his eyes squeezed shut, weeping at the tip, cock throbbing and ready to burst from just a little caressing.

Before he can utter a response you slap your dick over his, causing the other man to jerk in place as a loud gasps escapes his lips. “Hah fuck!”

“Christ look at this, can’t even see it no more,” You say, through a breathy laugh, gaze locked on the space between your bodies.

Upon looking down he’s met with the sight of your cock completely engulfing his, can feel the warmth of your skin seeping into him, even feels you weighting him down and if he wasn’t about to pass about from that alone he sure will when you start stroking your dicks”Hey, hey - what ah - what are you doing?”

“Come on it’s not a big deal, all guys do it,” you drawl out as you set a steady pace with your hand “I’ll even make you cum I promise,besides I don’t think it’ll be much of a challenge”

[papaya-twinks]

hii!! I love your writing ! 🥹 unfortunately I suffer from endometriosis so having sex isn‘t always easy for me and it can be quite uncomfortable to give your sexual partners a heads up beforehand so I wanted to request a fic where maybe reader has endometriosis and they have sex for the first time and she asks lando to be gentle and he‘s just so soft and takes care of her during and afterwards and stuff 🫶🏼

Warnings: Smut, 18+ soft!sex, endometriosis (only putting this as a warning coz some ppl think sexual conditions should be a warnings even though I disagree), oral (f receiving), lube.

Pairing: Lando Norris x endometriosis!fem!reader

A/N - idk what someone who has endometriosis is called :(, also, I’m sorry if I got anything wrong, I tried to research it, and it says lube and foreplay are good for endometriosis, correct me if I’m wrong xx

“Have you ever tried before?” Lando asked, his fingers slowly raking through your hair, your head resting on his chest, the subtle thump thump of his heartbeat in your ear. “I-I have,” you admitted, your hand intertwined with his, his thumb rubbing small circles into your palm.

“He was such a dick, he didn’t even ask if it felt good, so I just faked it and left,” you mumbled as Lando sighed. “He sounds like a prick,” he said softly, “you’ve never had a proper orgasm before?”. You shook your head, your cheeks tinged slightly pink, almost embarrassed at the fact.

“And…you want me to give you your first?” he asked as you nodded, once again, nestling into his chest, almost hiding your face. He smiled, a soft, raspy chuckle from his lips as he slowly turned so you were on your back. You were scared, yes, of course you were. But you trusted Lando.

“Safe word’s papaya, okay?” he said, as you nodded, watching as he slowly tugged your shorts down, dragging your panties along with them with his teeth. Immediately initiating the safe word was the best thing he could’ve done in that moment. You could feel his breath on your thighs, his lashes tickling your skin as you waited.

“Lando,” you gasped, his finger coming to draw small circles round your clit, collecting the juices you’d already had from the small heat in your belly, the pad of his thumb resting between your folds. You’d expected him to just slide his finger in, or get you to suck his dick or something, but he hadn’t.

“So pretty,” he said softly, licking his fingers as he moved closer, pulling your legs gently over his shoulders so he could move his face closer to your core, his tongue licking a line up your folds, making you moan, your back arching slightly. “Oh, f-fuck,” you gasped.

“Makin’ pretty sounds f’me already,” he hummed, the words sending a vibration through your core, yours finger intertwining with his curls. You were wet now, almost soaking wet, your heat dripping onto his tongue, the precision of this man would be enough to send you into a fit of orgasms, fuck.

You whined as he moved away, watching as he reached into the drawer, pulling out some lube, and a towel, lifting your hips so he could slide it under you, and moving the pillows so your hes wad comfy. That was kinda surprising.

You knew Lando was a good boyfriend, but this…greenest flag ever, right? “Did my research, baby,” he smiled, almost bashfully, as he took a generous amount of the stuff into his palm, pushing his joggers down, spreading the lube onto his member.

“You’re so beautiful,” he hummed, moving his tip to rest at your entrance. “I’m gonna push in, okay? But first, you gotta tell me the safe word again,” he said, his hand moving to push your hair from your face. “Lando,” you whined, almost in a daze, your mind blank.

“Baby, we’re not doing this unless I have the safe word, and you know it,” he said firmly. And, in some ways, the tone of his voice was an even bigger turn-on. “Papaya, papaya,” you whined, your eyes wide as you stared up at him. “Good,” he said, kissing your jaw.

You hissed as he pushed in, a sharp pain settling into your uterus, his movements stopping immediately. “More lube?” he asked, as you nodded, watching him pull out so only his head hung inside of you, spreading more of the stuff over his cock.

“Better?” he asked, pushing in, watching your face go blank, lips parting silently with need. “Y-Yeah,” you nodded, his cock sitting inside of you, your tummy bulging a bit with his length. “Perfect,” he hummed, slowly moving, ever-so slowly, not enough to make you feel pleasure, but enough to make sure you knew he was there.

“I want you to tell me to speed up or slow down, okay?” he asked you nodded, hands on his shoulders. “More,” you said, your voice a little choked as he sped up, another moan on your lips. His movements sped upon your command, your stomach tightening.

“G-Gonna cum,” you gasped, your eyes rolling. “Better not be f-fake, yeah?” he groaned, his thrusts becoming sloppier, but still gentle. You nodded, closing your eyes as your first ever orgasm hit, your body shaking, Lando’s cock twitching inside of you as his cum pooled out, his seed spilling through.

“You’re so good,” he gasped, gently pulling out, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You said nothing, just panting, your chest rising and falling as he moved you softly so you were in his arms, lying on his chest as he took a towel from the side, wiping his cock and your thighs clean.

You hummed, resting in his chest, eyes drooping, tired already as he smiled. “Enjoyed that?” he asked, as you nodded, “didn’t even use the safe word, that’s how good you are,” he kissed your jaw again, moving your hair from your face, his hands rubbing small circles into your tummy.

[jesuistrestriste]

cw (18+): sub!art, afab + femme!character, age gap, crying/dacryphilia, art being a sad and lonely hot guy in his forties, tashi and art never really got together, creampie

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dilf!art getting with a pretty young thing from down the block. . .

he always admired her effortless confidence and the way her body moved when she walked down the street to the corner store every weekend.

always watched her return from his brownstone apartment window; a pack of cinnamon gum and a case of peach seltzer in her hands.

she’s beautiful and bouncy and everything he didn’t get to have in his youth when he was too sucked into tennis to let himself live a little. he lost tashi to patrick. that was that. and he never tried dating again until about ten or so years ago.

they were all flings that crashed and burned their way through his thirties. meaningless moments where all he was left with was a wet dick and a heaviness in his chest. he hated it. he was done with it.

until her.

she was different.

she sparked a conversation with him one day when they ran into each other outside his doorstep. she was cracking jokes that only made her seem more intriguing because art didn’t understand the social context behind them— he was no longer hip and cool, he’d accepted it. but that, combined with the pop of her hip she did when she was making him laugh (not to mention the way she smacked her gum + batted her lashes when she smiled; all pearly whites) made him feel like even more of a creep.

but now she’s bouncing on his cock and gazing down at him while he gasps and squirms like a livewire underneath her.

they’ve only really known each other for a week and a half.

“say thank you, Artie,” she purrs, her hand tracing the spattered flush on his chest, “say it.”

he bucks his hips up as much as he can to meet her movements, and bites his lip hard enough to taste metal when his tip bumps her cervix.

“thank you, oh my god, thank you— thank you, thank you—! ha-aah-!”

he babbles; a broken record of whines and shaky moans. his throat hurts from all of the sounds being pulled from him when the most he’s talked all month has come from just a couple of boring, remote interviews about his athletic career.

and her, of course.

god, it’s all her..

he swallows and keens, and then his eyes are watering.

and then he’s sobbing. he’s choking on his tears and yet he’s still feeling the tight coil of warmth tense further and further and further-

“don’t cry,” she whispers, leaning down to kiss the wetness from his cheeks, her hips swiveling to ride him harder just as the first slimy blurt of his orgasm spills inside, “you’re a good boy, okay? you’re perfect… a total catch…”

she smells like candy. she’s wiping his tears now.

“oh fuck, thank you-uu—hnghh!”

art lifts his hips, his face crumpling with pleasure and sadness, before he yelps and his climax wipes him out. his whole body trembles as he feels his cock pulse and coat her pussy with gooey clots of his spend. he’s practically wheezing.

he grips onto her hips fiercely; like if he doesn’t squeeze hard enough she’ll just go *poof*, and then he’ll be alone again.

“.. ungh, ‘m sorry, im cumming inside you, im cumming, im so sorry,” he whimpers, the aftershocks leaving him feeling bare and weak. stripped of all of his armor. if he even had any left to begin with.

she kisses his shoulder gently, and then she’s dipping her glossy lips down to whisper right next to his ear. her dainty necklace chills his skin when it dangles from her body and meets his collarbone. she’s so close to him.

“don’t worry, Mr. Donaldson…

you’ll be a great daddy.”

[clockwayswrites]

City Pigeons Bleed Green - Part 24

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“We should make H— Jason spend some time in here,” Danny said. He was good with the rest of the name now, but he still struggled with with Jason. He was trying. “He could use the reason to relax.”

“I do not believe that Todd is capable of relaxing,” Damian said with a little frown and Danny was pretty sure meant Damian was uncertain, but other people tended to think that it meant Damian was judging them.

“Sure he can. He makes a great pillow too,” Danny said. He leaned over and bumped his shoulders against Damian’s. “Totally bet if you just just sat down and leaned against him, he wouldn’t do anything.”

“Tch.”

“Okay, sure, half of that would be because he’d be too shocked, but really. He’s secretly a cuddler but, like, in a totally different way than Dick. Jason is more like Cass is.”

Damian’s brows were knitted together, but he gave a considering little nod at that.

Danny was glad that Damian went through the door to the hall first. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, exactly, but being out of the apartment now felt wrong and bad and… scary. Danny knew that had delayed them taking him to the Manor and was making some of them anxious, but Danny just couldn’t… it was hard to shake, even if everywhere they went had been safe.

“How were the kittens, Dandelion?” Jason asked. He was leaning against one wall and Lacey stood next to him, looking at something on her phone.

“Pointy,” Danny said with a little smile, “and very cute.”

“We are going to go see the dogs now instead,” Damian said.

“Okay,” Lacey said with a smile. “Your brother and I were talking about what might work for you. I think we have a few options, but I actually have someone in mind for you to meet first of the bunch. She might not work at all but… I have a hunch.”

“As ludicrous as it sounds, Ms. Lacey’s hunches do often play out,” Damian said. “Which dog are we going to see?”

“You haven’t met her yet. She just came here from another shelter because the last one didn’t have the space for her. Before that she was out in the suburbs where she had been adopted, but she kept trying to herd all the other animals and children. They got her from a shelter where she had been surrendered by her owners because they moved to a new apartment that wouldn’t let a dog like her in.”

Danny frown grew as Lacey talked. “Oh, wow… she’s been through a lot of homes, hasn’t she?”

“She has, and it’s really not her fault. She’s only a year and a half old, so she’s still a bit of a puppy and will need training, but she’s a real sweetheart and I think she just needs the right person to love her back.” Lacey paused in front of a door and opened it to some sort of waiting room. “Now, she is a large dog, so I’ll keep her on a harness when I bring him in and you let me know when you’re comfortable for her to come close, okay?”

“Okay,” Danny agreed. He knew he had told Damian not small, but he was suddenly a little concerned by how large was large.

Jason must have been able to tell, because he led Danny over to the small couch to sit down with him while Damian scooted the chair he chose closer to Danny’s open side.

Very, was the answer to how large was large a few minutes later when Lacey brought in a huge dog. The bright red harness barely visible through the mass of black fur that seemed to stand straight out from the dog in a massive mane.

“Okay, come on girl, down,” Lacey said, drawing out the words.

When the large, deep black eyes turned to her, she pointed purposefully at the ground. The dog huffed and settled on the floor looking like some avant guard throw pillow. She snuffed curiously at the group and shuffled forward a few inches on her belly before peering up at Lacey to see if she was noticed.

“Stay. Like I said, still a puppy,” Lacey said fondly.

“What breeds do we suspect she is?” Damian asked.

“She’s definitely a large part chow,” Lacey answered. “She has the black mouth and everything. We’re guessing black lab maybe as some of the rest or some other sporting dog. From those breeds, and her behavior so far, she’s going to be loyal and protective. She will need to be exercised as specially at this age she’ll have a lot of energy, but I know you have the yard to let her run. Fetch or retrieval games will be great stimulation for her and walks can probably be kept pretty short, but I know that Damian could help you train her. Do you want to come over here and let her smell your hand? Or we could just let her settle in and wander the room.”

“I’ll, um…” Danny trailed off as he moved to sit down on the ground at Jason’s feet. He leaned forward and offered his hand, stretching out as far as he could.

The mass of fluff crept forward a few inches, then a few more, and the last few to where she was close enough to sniff at Danny’s hand. The curly tail started to wag before the dog gave Danny’s hand a lick.

A small smile lit up Danny’s face. “Oh, you’re just a big fluffy sweetheart, aren’t you?”

“She really is. She gives me the biggest puppy dog eyes every time someone passes her and doesn’t give her attention. She really wants nothing more than to be with people or other pets and part of a family,” Lacey said.

Danny watched the dog snuff at Danny’s hand before he decided that it was probably okay to move forward a little more so that he could pet the dog. His fingers sank into the thick black fur and the curly tail started to wag.

“She’s kinda like a big teddy bear,” Danny said, completely missing the look that Damian and Jason exchanged behind his back at that statement.

“Chows are like that.,” Lacey agreed. “They get a bad rep because they can be really protective of their owners, so if she’s the dog you go with, you will need to work on socializing her. Taking her to the dog park or things like that would be a good step.”

“It will help that there is such a large amount of family and acquaintances coming and going from the manor,” Damian added. “But if she is the dog that will be yours, we can easily set up a plan for socialization.”

“I, um, I’ve never adopted a pet before. How do I know if she’s the right one?” Danny asked.

“Seeing if you get a long is a good start. With a big dog like her, I think you should walk him a little and play some. We can try some tricks too and see how she listens to you,” Lacey said. “We have a two week trial window where if you think she’s the right dog, she’ll go home with you and you can see how it all works out. If it doesn’t, she comes back here no issues.”

Danny took in a calming breath and let it out. “Okay, let’s see how it goes.”

The dog was a lot. There was no doubt about that what with her size, but she did seem very eager to listen. She apparently walked very well with Danny, even if that was almost sandwiched up against Danny’s side between him and the road. It reminded him of how Jason always walked, as if guarding Danny from the world.

There back at the shelter now. Danny buried his fingers in the dog’s thick fur, ruffling it idly.

“What do you guys think?” he asked his brothers.

“I think that she will be a loyal dog for you,” Damian said, “and that training her may also be beneficial for you.”

“That,” Jason said, “and that she likes you already just like you like her already. I think the only real question is what’s her name going to be?”

Danny looked down at the almost bottomless seeming brown eyes that were staring adoringly back up at him. “Ursa. Her name’s Ursa.”

-

Ursa took to the Manor immediately— or at least took next to being by Danny’s side in the manor. His bed seemed much smaller with her laying next to him, but he had a feeling it he woke up that night with a nightmare that it wouldn’t last long.

His fingers tightened in her mane as he took a breath and hit send on the text message to Babs.

Her name is Jasmine Fenton.

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it’s the middle of the night and I’m thinking about being possessive over hyukaaa tw. possessive reader, very messy, body worship, creampieeeee !! 🙁

Kai cannot understand what possessed you— what got you this worked up. Where did you get this much stamina? He doesn’t know but he can’t say he doesn’t like it. In fact, he’s absolutely loving every second of this. The way your hands run over his biceps, curling your nails until they break his skin and leak a crimson red. How your pretty lips pressed fervently against the canvas of his skin, bare shoulders bruising with love bites. Kai’s head is spinning, his hands cupping your waist, unsure what to do other than relish in this. Bask in the glow of your perfect body fitting so amazingly with his.

You’re wedged against his chest, breaths coming out in hot pants that make sweat break out against his skin. Kai is far past spent, he’s gone. Overstimulated to the point of no return. He’s not sure if he’s even breathing at this point.

“Kaiiii… baby, you’re so f-fuckin— so gorgeous,” You whispered against his neck, your hand slithering up his neck and to his clenched jaw. Your fingers lace through his hair and he winced because even the tug of your hands in his short, black locks makes his cock twitch deep in your walls. Your thighs trapping his as you rolled your hips up and down, motioning quickly. “My pretty boy…” Your nimble touches brought heat upon his skin, fanning over his biceps again, “You’re getting s-so buff, pretty body all f’me, right?” Your pussy clenched hard at the stare he gave you. He was dazed out of his mind, begging to come back down to reality but also floating in his own head, relishing in the endless pleasure. One, two, three orgasms deep he’s not sure if he’s got the energy for another.

“Mhm… all f’you…” His voice is a cracked whisper, barely loud enough to cut through the sound of your sopping pussy enveloping his big cock.

You giggle, breath short as you stopped your speedy movements to slowly grind down on his dick. The thick tip of his leaky cock pressing so deep in your stomach you had to roll your eyes back. Kai groaned too, eventually falling into a drawn out whine as his hands gripped your hips, harsh touch hard enough to leave red marks. Kai’s vision was blurry, but the sight he could make out before him was heavenly. His eyes zoned in on the way your pussy swallowed his entire cock, your pelvis and his own rubbing together close enough to leave a lewd wet sheen over his skin. Your flushed red clit brushing against his skin, burning with desire and arousal.

“Pretty boy, you gonna cum for me again? Gimme another creampie, c’mon…” Your fingertips brushed his fringe out of his eyes, black hair dripping at the ends with sweat. Kai’s eyes fluttered shut as he gulped, your pace becoming brutal once again. Lifting your hips despite the painful sting in your upper thighs and the rubbing of your knees against the messy bedsheets. Kai shook his head, eyes watering at this point, whimpering out your name in a desperate plea, “Baby… baby, fuck it hurts—“ but the way his grip held onto your hips, helping you ride him, he was begging you not to stop.

His cock twitched deep in your walls, his hips slightly rising to meet your stuttering bounces. Kai’s eyes dripped, dampening his vision. Everything felt overwhelming but he couldn’t stop, his thrusts upward were almost automatic.

“Come on, handsome, give it to me..” Your lips pecked his skin over and over again. Little kisses brushed over his sore bruised skin. Love bites pinching as you placed sloppy, wet, open mouthed kisses. Every inch of him yearned for released, the pressure building in his stomach was growing bigger and more unbearable. Until his entire body twitched and he let out a sound he’s never made; whiny and loud, cutting through every other sound in the room. His head thrown back, giving you access to his neck. While you kissed on his bobbing Adam’s apple, his cum spurt out in thick waves, filling your spent hole until he was shooting blanks. A second wave of his orgasm left more tears falling from his red eyes; your hips slowing as you sunk down every inch of his deliciously sensitive cock.

You hummed against his skin, your hands sprawled out over his chest as your lips came down his chest and around his bulging biceps. Kai’s eyes stayed shut, trying to stay on the ground even though he felt floaty. Meanwhile your hands combed through his long, damp locks, giggling in approval, “Mm, is my Kai done? You okay, baby?” Your voice echoey whispers that made him smile a bit.

“M’ okay…” He was silent, eyes finally fluttering open as his hands moved up and down your waist, gently nudging your flushed skin. Then his giggle broke from his throat, soft and sleepy sounding, “You really think I’m getting buff?”

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More ➵ Matt Sturniolo

warnings: SMUT, sub!matt, unprotected p in v, praise and degradation kink (?), use of good boy, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, edging, choking, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.)

The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. You lay sprawled comfortably across Matt, your head resting on his chest as the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a sense of calm. The warmth of his body under yours was familiar and comforting, a sensation you craved after long days of classes and work.

Your fingers absentmindedly traced along the neckline of his t-shirt, brushing against his skin with feather-light touches. You could feel him tense slightly under you. Still, you didn’t think much of it, content to let your mind wander as you continued to trail your fingertips along the edge of his collarbone and up to his throat.

Matt’s breathing hitched, almost imperceptibly, but you caught it. You lifted your head slightly to glance up at him, a playful smile tugging at your lips. His eyes were half-lidded, his lips parted just enough for you to notice how his breath had quickened.

“You okay?” you teased softly, your fingers still tracing the delicate line of his throat, the pulse beneath your touch growing quicker.

Matt swallowed hard, his hands shifting to rest on your waist, as if grounding himself. “Yeah,” he breathed, but there was a tension in his voice you couldn’t miss.

You tilted your head, your smile turning mischievous as you shifted your weight slightly, the movement making Matt exhale sharply. “Are you sure?” you murmured, your fingers now trailing lower, over his collarbone and back to the base of his throat.

His hands tightened on your waist, and the way he looked at you—eyes filled with heat—sent a thrill through you. "Baby," he muttered, his voice strained.

Your lips curled into a knowing smile as you leaned down, your breath ghosting over his ear. "I think I know what's happening here," you whispered, pressing just a bit closer to him, feeling the tension radiating from him, his body betraying what his words wouldn’t.

You grinned, your fingertips lingering just a moment longer on his throat, feeling the racing pulse beneath them.

Matt felt a shiver run down his spine as your hand gently pressed against his neck, and he felt the firm pressure of your thumb against his Adam’s apple. He let out a gasp, feeling a mixture of surprise and excitement.

“Whoa,” he muttered, his voice shaky. “Easy there, sweetheart. You’re playing a dangerous game.”

He looked up at you, and the sight of you on top of him, your body pressed against his, and your hand on his throat was making his heart race. He knew you weren’t going to actually hurt him, but the dominating gesture was turning him on in a way he hadn’t expected.

“Be a good boy for me and don’t move so much,” you mumbled, resting your head on his chest, but keeping your hand on his throat.

Matt felt a wave of unexpected pleasure wash over him at your domination, and his breathing got a little heavier. He was surprised by how much he was enjoying this little game of yours, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and submission.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice a little breathless. “I’ll be a good boy for you. I won’t move.”

He couldn’t believe how this simple act of you asserting your dominance was affecting him. It was like a switch had been flipped in his brain, and he was suddenly more turned on than he had expected. He let himself surrender to your control, his body feeling warm and alive beneath your touch.

You looked up at him in disbelief. “Don’t tell me you’re into it.”

Matt felt a blush spread across his cheeks at his incredulous tone. He hadn’t expected you to figure out that he was enjoying this type of behavior. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure.

“No,” he protested, trying to sound convincing. “I don’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Your dick is digging into my thigh, Matthew.”

His face turned an even deeper shade of red as you called him out on his current predicament. He couldn’t deny that your dominating behavior was having a rather physical effect on him, and he was starting to feel a little embarrassed.

“Uh… I, um…” he muttered incoherently, still trying to come up with a decent excuse.

“Uh… Um…” you mocked him. “Speak up.”

Matt felt a wave of embarrassment but also a thrill from your mockery. He took a deep breath and swallowed, mustering up the courage to speak up.

“Okay, fine,” he admitted, his voice shaky. “I… I am enjoying this. A lot.”

„Mm, I can feel that,” you teased. “What, you like to be bossed around and degraded?”

Matt let out a small involuntary moan as you teased him, his body reacting to your words in a way he couldn’t control. He felt another wave of embarrassment wash over him, but he knew he couldn’t deny the truth.

“Y-yes,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I… I do like it when you’re in control. When you boss me around and… Degrade me a little.

You pouted. “My little Matty is getting so worked up from just that?”

He felt a mixture of embarrassment and arousal when you used that nickname. It was demeaning, but also somehow endearing coming from you. He felt himself harden even more under your body, his desire growing stronger by the second.

“Y-yes,” he admitted, his voice breathless. “God, yes, I’m so worked up right now. Just from you being on top of me like this, and your hand on my throat. I like feeling dominated by you.”

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and embarrassment. He felt a little vulnerable, telling you these things, but at the same time, he trusted you completely.

You kept tracing your fingertips along the side of his sensitive skin. “So responsive for me…”

Matt shivered as he felt your touch, the sensation making his body feel even more alive. He let out a soft gasp, his breathing getting heavier as he responded to your touch.

“Y-yes, so responsive,” he mumbled, his voice shaky. “For you, only for you. You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Yeah?” you murmured. “Tell me, what would you like from me, baby?”

Matt’s heart raced at the sound of your sultry voice, and he felt his body respond even more strongly to you. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his breathing and collect his thoughts.

“I… I want you,” he admitted, his voice quivering with desire. “I want you to take control. I want you to do whatever you want with me. I’m yours, sweetheart. I’ll do anything for you.”

“All mine,” you repeated, gently squeezing his cheeks with one hand. “You’ll do anything… So pathetic, baby…”

Matt felt a mix of shame and excitement at your words, a combination that only served to arouse him even more. He couldn’t believe that he was enjoying being degraded like this, but something about the way you were talking to him was making his body feel a type of pleasure he’d never experienced before.

“Yes, anything,” he panted, his voice needy. “I’m your pathetic little baby. I’ll do anything you say, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”

He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his face flushed with desire. He wanted more, he wanted you to take control and do with him what you pleased.

You moved your face to be even closer to his. “You want to be my good boy, baby?”

He felt a shiver run down his spine, your face just millimeters away. He nodded eagerly, his breathing shallow and shaky.

“Yes,” he breathed. “Yes, I want to be your good boy, sweetheart. I’ll do anything to make you feel good. Please, make me your good boy.”

You smiled at his eagerness and looked at him almost affectionately.

“I know you will, baby,” you purred. “I know you'll be my good boy, because you're so desperate to please me. Aren't you, my little pathetic baby?”

Matt felt another wave of shame mixed with arousal at your words, his body responding to your degrading tone. He nodded quickly, feeling a sense of submission wash over him.

“Yes, I am,” he panted. “I'm your desperate, pathetic little baby. I'll do anything to please you, sweetheart. Please, just tell me what to do. I'm desperate for you.”

“I want to hear you,” you purred, your lips trailing a path from his jaw to his neck, along the carotid.

Matt felt a shiver run down his spine as your lips touched his neck, trailing soft kisses along his sensitive skin. Your words and your touch sent tremors through his body, and he felt a surge of intense need and desire.

“You want to hear me?” he repeated, his voice choked with desire. “H-how? What should I say, sweetheart?”

“I want to hear how good I'm making you feel,” you explained in a low tone. “Every. Single. Moan.”

Matt let out a soft gasp as he heard your demand. He felt a mixture of excitement and shyness at the thought of being so vulnerable and open with you about how you were making him feel. But he wanted to please you, and he knew you wouldn't accept any less than complete honesty.

“Y-yes, sweetheart,” he panted, his voice quivering. “Every moan, every single one. You're making me feel so good, so incredibly good. I can't even think straight.”

“Good boy,” you praised him with a smirk, your hands tantalizingly slipping under the hem of his shirt.

Matt felt another shiver run down his spine, the thrill of pleasing you making his body tingle from head to toe. He gasped softly as he felt your hands slip under the hem of his shirt, your touch alone sending waves of pleasure through his body.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice breathless. “I want to be your good boy, sweetheart. I want to do everything you say. Please, touch me, touch me more.”

You tugged at the hem of his cropped pink shirt with a teddy bear on it. “And you chose this shirt today… So cropped, so pretty… Almost like you wanted to tease me.” You made a quiet tsk sound. “Do you know what you are?”

Matt felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement at your teasing tone, your words making his heart race even faster. He knew you were right, he had chosen this particular shirt because it was a little more revealing than his usual attire, and he had hoped it would get a reaction out of you.

“I… I am what, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice slightly shaky. He knew what you were getting at, but he wanted you to say it.

“You're a slut, baby,” you purred, sliding your hands down his sides. “Such a slutty waist, all in view…”

Matt felt another shiver run down his spine as he heard your dirty words, your hands on his sides making his body feel alive with desire. He moaned softly at your touch, and he couldn't deny the truth behind your words. He was your little slut, wanting to please you in any way he could.

“Y-yes, I'm your slutty little baby,” he panted, his voice filled with need. “I picked this shirt for you, just to show off my body for you. I wanted to be your little tease.”

“Such a naughty boy, teasing me like that…” you murmured, grabbing his chin in your hand.

Matt felt a thrill of excitement as you grabbed his chin, his breath catching in his throat at your touch. He knew he was being naughty, but he couldn't help it. He wanted your attention, he craved it. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, desperate to be your good boy.

“I'm sorry, sweetheart,” he gasped. “I just wanted to get your attention. I wanted to be your naughty little boy.”

You ran your fingertips over the text on the shirt that said I need a kiss. “Mm, I don't think you deserved it.”

Matt felt a pang of disappointment at your words, his eyes widening in surprise. He had hoped that his choice of shirt would sway you, but you were denying him what he wanted. He pouted slightly, his voice pleading.

“N-no? But I… I just wanted a kiss, sweetheart,” he whined, his voice needy. “I was being naughty, but I was doing it for you... Please, please I need you to kiss me.”

“Do you think you deserved it?” You raised an eyebrow.

Matt felt a wave of shame wash over him as you questioned his worthiness of your kiss, but he knew deep down that he didn't. He was being naughty, and he hadn't done anything to deserve your affection. He lowered his head, his voice shaky and submissive.

“No… I don't deserve it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I've been a bad boy, sweetheart. I've been teasing you, and I know I don't deserve your kiss. But… But I want it so badly.”

You smirked at his admission, loving how submissive and obedient he was being. You knew he wanted your kiss so badly, but you also knew you had to teach him a lesson. You continued to run your fingertips over the text of his shirt, teasing him with the prospect of what he couldn't have.

“You want it, baby?” you murmured, your voice low and sultry. “You want me to give you that kiss? Show me how much you want it.”

Matt felt a mixture of embarrassment and desperation as you continued to tease him with the prospect of a kiss he so badly craved. He wanted to show you how much he wanted it, how much he needed it. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his voice desperate.

“Please… Please, sweetheart,” he panted, his voice shaking with need. “I want it so badly. I'll do anything, anything you want. Just… Just please give me a kiss. I can't take any more of this torture.”

His words seemed to have the desired effect, as your smirk widened, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. You looked at him with a mix of desire and satisfaction, still gently tracing your fingers over his body. You enjoyed seeing him desperate and pleading for your kiss, knowing how much power you held over him in that moment.

“Anything, huh?” you repeated, your voice sultry. “Anything to get my kiss?”

Matt nodded eagerly at your question, his desperation growing even more intense. He would do anything, anything at all to feel your soft lips on his. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his voice dripping with desire.

“Anything, sweetheart,” he repeated. “Anything at all. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it. I just… I just want to feel your kiss so badly. I need it, please.”

You enjoyed seeing him so desperate, his pleading voice and pleading eyes making you feel even more powerful. You could feel the control you had over him, and you loved it. You continued to trace your fingertips over his skin, enjoying the way he shivered at your touch.

“Then show me, baby,” you commanded. “Show me how badly you want it. Beg me for it, like the needy little baby you are.”

Matt blushed deeply at your command, his heart racing at the thought of begging you for a kiss. But he was so desperate, so in need of your affection, that he didn't care if it made him look pathetic. He took a deep breath and looked up at you, his voice desperate and pleading.

“Please… Please, sweetheart, I'll beg if you want me to,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I want your kiss so badly. I need it, I need to feel your lips on mine. Please, please, don't tease me anymore, I can't take it.”

You felt a surge of pleasure at his desperate plea, his voice pleading and submissive. You enjoyed seeing him degrade himself to get what he wanted. You looked at him with a smirk, reveling in the power you had over him.

“Good boy,” you cooed, your voice almost affectionate. “Keep begging, baby. Make me believe you want it more than anything.”

Matt felt another shiver run down his spine as you called him a good boy, the praise making him feel pathetic and lowly, but also incredibly desired. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his voice growing more desperate and shaky.

“Please… I'll do anything, I'll be your good boy, your loyal little boy… I just want your kiss, please sweetheart. I need to feel your lips on mine, I need to feel your love. Please, I'll do anything, just let me have your kiss. I can't take it anymore. Please, please, please.”

You were loving every second of this, watching as he continued to beg and plead for your affection. You could tell how desperate and needy he was, and it fueled your power over him.

“You're so pretty when you're desperate, baby,” you purred. “You'll do anything for my kiss, won't you? Anything I ask of you, just to feel my lips on yours?”

Matt nodded eagerly, his voice almost a whine as he continued to beg you.

“Yes, yes, I'll do anything, I swear. Just please, please let me have your kiss. I'll be your good boy, your loyal boy, your everything. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it, just please, just give me your lips. I'm begging you, darling, I need it so badly. I need your love, your touch, your kiss. Pleaseeee.”

Finally, you couldn't resist his desperate pleas any longer. You looked at him with a mixture of desire and affection, your own need matching his. You leaned in close to him, your voice sultry and seductive.

“Alright, baby… Since you begged me so nicely, I suppose I'll give you what you want.”

You placed a gentle hand on his chin, tilting his face up towards yours, and then pressed your soft, full lips against his in a deep, passionate kiss.

Matt felt a wave of relief and excitement wash over him as you finally gave in to his pleas and kissed him. He melted into your touch, his body responding to your kiss with eagerness and desire. He let out a soft moan against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

He could feel all of his pent-up need and desire release in that single kiss, and he wanted more, so much more.

You deepened the kiss, your tongue gently parting his lips and exploring his mouth. You could taste his desperate need, and it fueled your own desire. You slid your hand up to the back of his neck, holding him close as you continued to kiss him with passion and hunger.

You could feel his body pressing up against yours, his arms holding you tightly, and you loved knowing how badly he wanted you, how much he was craving your touch.

Matt was drowning in the sensation of your kiss, drowning in the feeling of your tongue in his mouth, your hand on the back of his neck, your body pressed against his. He couldn't get enough, he needed more, he needed all of you.

He let out a soft moan, his mouth moving feverishly against yours, his tongue dancing with yours. He was completely lost in you, his need for you growing more intense with each passing second.

You fixed your position on top of him, your hands running up and down his sides, as you continued to kiss him, almost pinning his body to the bed.

Matt felt his body shiver at the feeling of your hands on his sides, his arms tightening around you in response. He was almost completely submissive under you, letting you take control and do whatever you wanted to him. He let out another moan, his breath catching in his throat, as you deepened the kiss and pushed his body further into the bed.

He was completely at your mercy, completely vulnerable and exposed, and he loved every second of it.

“How badly do you want me, baby?” you asked teasingly.

Matt was practically trembling with desire, his body on fire with need. Your words only fueled his desire even more. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his voice almost desperate.

“So badly… So badly," he gasped, his voice shaking with need. “I want you so badly, sweetheart. I need you, I need all of you. I'll do anything you want, anything at all, just please… Please.”

“Please, what, sweetheart?”

Matt was almost losing his mind with how badly he wanted you, his body aching for your touch and attention. Your question only served to make him even more desperate and needy.

“Please… Please, touch me, kiss me, do whatever you want to me,” he pleaded, his voice shaking with need. “I'll do anything you ask me to, I'll be your good boy, just please… Please, give me your love, your attention, your touch. I need it, I need you so badly.”

You felt a thrill of excitement run through you at his pleading words, your power over him making you feel even more seductive. You ran your hands over his chest, feeling the heat and desire radiating off of him.

“You're so needy today, baby,” you teased, your voice sultry. “You want me that badly, huh? You'll do anything for me?”

Matt nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on your face, his body squirming under your touch. He would do anything, he was desperately, completely at your mercy.

“Yes… Yes, I'm needy, I'm your needy baby,” he managed to gasp out, his voice shaky with desire. “I'll do anything you ask, anything at all, I swear. Just please... please touch me, kiss me, give me your attention. I'll be so good for you, I promise, I'll be your good boy.”

“Mm…” you hummed, running your hand over the teddy bear on his shirt. “Think it'll stay on, don't you think? Since you love to tease me with it so much…”

Matt felt a shiver of excitement run through him at your words, his body growing even harder at the thought of you taking off his shirt. He met your gaze with a mix of need and desire, his voice shaky and trembling.

“Y-yes, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice catching in his throat. “Yes, it'll stay on. Just for you, just to tease you. I can be your good boy and keep it on, if that's what you want.”

You smirked at his reply, enjoying the effect you had on him. You ran your hand down over his abs, feeling the muscles tensing under your touch. You leaned in close to him, your lips millimeters away from his ear.

“Oh, I know you'll keep it on, baby. You like being my good boy, don't you? You like being my obedient little slave, hmm?”

Matt nodded eagerly, his body practically quivering with need and desire. He loved being your good boy, your obedient little slave, submitting to your every command. He was completely under your control, and he loved every second of it.

“Yes… Yes, I love being your good boy, sweetheart,” he gasped, his voice thick with desire. “I'll be whatever you want me to, whatever you ask of me. I'm yours, completely yours.”

“Such pretty words…” you mused softly, your hand gently trailing a path from his chest down.

Matt shivered underneath your touch, his body yearning for more of you. His eyes were glued to your hand as it teased its way down his chest, the anticipation driving him wild.

He let out a soft gasp as your hand reached his stomach, his body arching up slightly in response to the pleasure your touch was giving him.

You smiled as you watched him react to your touch, your hand continuing its slow, teasing journey down his body. You could feel his muscles tensing and his breathing growing more ragged as you neared the waistband of his pants.

“You're so sensitive, baby,” you whispered, your voice dripping with a sultry tone. “You love it when I touch you, don't you? You love being my good boy, my toy.”

Matt nodded eagerly, his body practically aching for more of your touch. He loved being your toy, your good boy, completely and utterly under your control. He wanted you so badly, he needed you so much.

“Yes… Yes, I love it, I love it so much,” he gasped, his voice thick with need. “Please, sweetheart, please touch me more. I'll do anything, just please, touch me more.”

You smirked, your hand finally touching him through the fabric of his plaid pajama pants, and you raised an eyebrow. “No underwear either, huh?”

Matt let out a soft moan as your hand touched him, his body arching up to meet your touch. He shook his head, his voice trembling with need and desire.

“N-no… N-no underwear,” he gasped, his heart racing. “I wanted to be good for you, sweetheart. I didn't want any barriers between us.”

Your smirk widened, enjoying the effect you were having on him. You liked that he had gone out of his way to be good for you, that he had done this just to please you.

“That's a good boy,” you purred, your hand stroking him gently through the fabric, your touch driving him wild. “You wanted to be completely naked for me, didn't you? You wanted nothing to get in the way of my touch?”

Matt nodded eagerly, his body quivering with pleasure at your touch. He wanted nothing more than for you to touch him, to feel your skin against his.

“Yes… Yes, sweetheart, I wanted nothing in the way. I wanted to be bare for you, completely open and vulnerable. I want nothing more than for you to touch me, to feel your skin against mine. I need it, I need you so badly.”

You tugged at the waistband of his pants, and Matt let out a gasp as his member sprung free from the confinement of his pants, his body reacting instinctively to your touch. He was completely at your mercy, vulnerable and open to your touch. His heart was racing, his body yearning for more of your touch.

“Sweetheart… Please… Please, touch me…” he pleaded, his voice shaky and trembling with need. “I need you…”

You smirked at his desperate plea, enjoying the power you had over him. You loved hearing him beg and plead, knowing that he was completely at your mercy, completely vulnerable to your touch.

“Oh, but I am touching you, baby,” you replied, your hand continuing to gently stroke and tease him. “But you're so needy today, aren't you? You want more than just my hand, don't you?”

Matt nodded eagerly, his body quivering with need and pleasure at your touch. Your hand felt incredible, but he wanted more, he needed more. He wanted all of you, he wanted to feel your body against his.

“Yes… Yes, I do, sweetheart,” he gasped, his voice thick with need. “I want more. I want all of you. I want to feel your skin against mine, I want to feel your body against mine. Please… Please, I need it so badly.”

“Begging so nicely for me…” you purred, moving down to straddle his hips.

Matt felt a shiver of excitement run through him as you straddled his hips, your body pressed against his, your touch driving him wild with desire. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his voice full of need and vulnerability.

“Please… Please, sweetheart,” he begged, his voice shaking. “I need you so badly. I need to feel your skin against mine, I need to feel you all around me. Please… Please, give me what I want, what I need so badly.”

Your smirk widened, enjoying his begging and pleading. It was so satisfying to see him completely at your mercy, completely vulnerable to your touch and attention.

“Such pretty words, baby,” you purred, your body moving against his slowly, teasingly. “You're such a good boy, begging so nicely for me. And good boys get rewarded, don't they?”

Matt's body reacted instinctively to your touch, his hips moving against yours as he ached for more of you. Your words were like a fire in his veins, fueling his need and desire even more. He nodded eagerly in response to your question, his voice shaky and pleading.

“Yes… Yes, I'm a good boy… I'm your good boy,” he gasped. “Please… Please, give me my reward, sweetheart. I want it so badly. I need to feel you, please, please, please…”

You smiled, your body still moving against his slowly, your touch teasing and torturous. Seeing him so desperate and needy was incredibly satisfying, and you were enjoying every second of it.

“You want your reward, do you?” you murmured, your voice dripping with seductive tone. “You want to feel me all around you, is that it?”

Matt nodded eagerly, his body quivering with need and anticipation. He wanted to feel you, to be completely enveloped by you. Your touch was driving him wild, his body responding instinctively to your every movement. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his voice full of need and desire.

“Yes… Yes, that's what I want. I want to feel you all around me. I want to be completely enveloped by you, to feel your skin against mine, to be touched and loved by you.”

You smiled at his words, his eagerness and desperation fueling your own desire. You liked seeing him so needy and submissive, completely at your mercy. You leaned down, your body pressing against his, your breath warm against his ear.

“You're such a good boy, aren't you?” you whispered, your voice soft and sultry. “So desperate and needy for me. You want me, you need me, don't you?”

You hovered above him, sliding your panties to the side, and positioning him right by your entrance. Matt gasped at the sudden sensation of your skin against his, his body responding eagerly to your touch. He could feel your heat, your wetness, and it sent a wave of desire through him. His heart was racing, his breathing ragged and heavy.

“Sweetheart… Please…” he pleaded, his voice thick with need. “I want you so badly, I need you. I need to feel you, please…”

You smiled at his needy plea, enjoying the power you had over him. You loved seeing him do desperate and submissive, completely at your mercy. “Yeah? What do you need, my good boy?”

Matt whimpered at your words, his body tensing as he tried to hold back. Your words were like a match to kindling, setting him ablaze. “Baby… I need… I need to be inside you. I need to fill you up, please… Please, let me have you…”

“Begging so nicely,” you praised him.

Matt’s grip on you tightened as he felt you slowly sink down on him, your warmth enveloping him. His breaths came in short pants, his chest heaving as he tried to maintain control. “Oh, God… Baby… It’s so good… Please… Move, please, move…”

Matt’s words dissolved into a string of curses and pleas as you began to move, your hips rolling against him in a slow, torturous rhythm. He could feel every inch of you, you walls squeezing him, milking him for all he was worth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… Baby, please…”

“What do you need, sweetheart?” you teased, resting your hands on his chest, still covered by that damn slutty t-shirt, as you moved against him.

His face contorted with need, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought to hold back.

“You… I need you. Harder, please, harder. I’m so close, I’m gonna… I’m gonna… Please, baby, please… I can’t… I can’t hold on…”

“So close already?” you asked with a soft tsk. “My pathetic little boy…”

Matt’s body shook with the effort of holding back, his nails digging into your hips hard enough to leave marks.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… It’s just… You feel so good, I can’t… Please, I’ll do anything, anything you want, just… Please…”

His pleas dissolved into incoherent babbling as your movements became even slower, more deliberate. You leaned forward, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “You want it so badly, don’t you? You want to let go and just fuck me until you can’t think straight.”

“Yes… Yes, please…” Matt whimpered, his body trembling as he tried to thrust up into you despite your slow pace. “Please let me, please just let me… I’ll… I’ll wear this shirt every day, I’ll clean the house every day, I’ll…”

Your lips curled into a wicked smirk at Matt’s desperate pleas. You increased your pace slightly, allowing him a bit more friction.

“Mmm, listen to you beg. It’s almost as pathetic as how easily you’re about to cum for me.”

You rolled your hips, taking him deeper, and Matt’s back arched, his body tensing.

“Oh God… Oh God… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Oh God, I’m gonna… I’m gonna… Please, baby, please, can I…?

“Be a good boy and wait for me, huh?”

Matt’s body shook violently as he tried desperately to hold back his impending orgasm. Tears streamed down his face from the sheer effort and overwhelming sensation. “Yes… Yes, I’ll be good… I’ll wait… I’ll wait for you… Just please…”

You suddenly stopped moving, leaving Matt buried inside you with nothing but your tight warmth surrounding him. You leaned forward, your breath hot against his ear as you whispered, “Good boy. Now, let’s see how long you can last like this, shall we?”

Matt whimpered pathetically, his hips twitching with the desperate need to thrust. His hands fisted in the sheets, knuckles turning white as he fought against the urge.

“Please… Please, baby… It’s so hard… You feel so good… I don’t know if I can…”

You chuckled softly at his distress, your body tensing slightly around him. “You can, and you will. Because you’re my good boy, aren’t you?”

You leaned back slightly, your fingers tracing down his chest.

Matt let out a choked sob, his vision blurring as he struggled to maintain control. “Y-yes… I’m your good boy… I’ll do anything you want… Just please, please let me cum… I need to cum so badly… Please, baby…”

Your lips curled into a wicked smirk as you watched Matt unravel before you. You could feel him throbbing inside you, his body trembling with barely restrained need.

“Anything I want, hmm?” you purred, rolling your hips just slightly. “Then prove it. Hold it.”

Matt’s eyes rolled back, a guttural moan tearing from his throat at the slight movement. His fingers dug into your hips, nails likely leaving crescent marks. “F-fuck… Yes, I’ll hold it… I’ll hold it for you… Just please don’t move.”

You giggled mischievously and did just that. You slowly lifted yourself up, only to drop back down on him, your hips swiveling in a torturous rhythm.

“Like that, Matty? Does that make it harder for you to hold back?”

Matt’s head trashed from side to side, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as he tried to form words. His body convulsed violently as he neared the point of no return, his high-pitched whimpering filling the room. “Oh God… Oh God… It’s too much…”

“Shh, baby, you can do it,” you cooed softly, your voice belied by the sadistic grin on your face. You continued to ride him slowly, your fingers trailing over his stomach and chest.

Matt’s back bowed off the bed, his hands scrabbling for purchase on the sheets as he neared the breaking point. “Baby… Please… I’m gonna… I’m gonna… I can’t… I can’t… Oh God… It hurts…”

You moved your hand to his neck, gently pressing on the base of it. “You wanna cum for me, baby?”

His eyes fluttered shut, his face contorting with pain. “Y-yes… Yes, I want to… Please, I’m begging you… I need to… It’s too much…” His voice broke off into a desperate whimper as he bucked his hips, seeking more friction.

“Alright, sweetheart,” you purred sympathetically, your hand on his neck tightening possessively. “You can come for me now. Show me what a good boy you are and give it all to me.”

Matt’s entire body seized up as an explosive orgasm crashed through him. His back arched almost painfully as he let out a guttural scream of ecstasy, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside you.

You let out a low moan as you felt Matt’s hot seed spilling into you. You continued to move on him slowly, drawing out his release, until he was writhing beneath you, oversensitive and pleading. “P-please… Too much… It’s too much…”

“Hush now, sweetheart,” you cooed soothingly, your hands running gently through Matt’s sweat-soaked hair. “You’ve been such a good boy for me. Just a little more, alright?”

Matt let out a shuddering breath, his body still trembling as he tried to endure the overwhelming sensations. He whimpered pitifully, his body tensing as another wave of pleasure hit him. “I-I’m still… Still… Oh… Oh… Baby…”

Your grin widened as you felt Matt’s arms wrap around your waist, his fingers digging into your back as he clung to you. “That’s it, baby. Give it all to me. You’re doing so well,” you praised, your hips moving in gentle circles to milk him for every last drop.

Matt’s vision started to blur as he teetered on the edge of another climax. His breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to hold back, his mind screaming for relief. “N-no more… P-please… I can’t… Can’t take any more…”

“Yes, you can,” you assured him, your voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. You leaned in close, your lips brushing against his. “You can take it for me, can’t you, sweetheart? You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”

He let out a shuddering breath, his eyes fluttering shut as he nodded weakly. “Y-yes… Yes, baby… I’ll take it… I’ll be your good boy… Please… Please, it’s too much… It’s too good… It’s… It’s…”

Matt’s words devolved into a high-pitched whimper as another wave of intense pleasure washed over him. His body convulsed uncontrollably as he came undone, his fingers clutching at your back as he rode out the sensations. “Love… You… Love you… Baby…”

Your heart swelled as you heard Matt’s mumbled words. You pulled him close, cradling him against your chest as he trembled in your arms. “I love you too, sweetheart,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “And you’re mine, aren’t you?”

Matt nodded against your shoulder, his breath still coming in short, sharp pants. “Y-yours… all yours… Only yours… Forever…” He lifted his head to meet your gaze, his eyes glazed and unfocused. “Baby… I think I’m…”

“What, sweetie?” you asked softly, concern etched on your face as you looked down at Matt. He seemed so fragile in that moment, so completely consumed by you. “What do you think, sweetheart?” You brushed a strand of hair out of his face, your fingers gentle on his skin.

Matt swallowed hard, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. “I think I’m gonna… Gonna come again… Just from feeling you hold me. You make me feel so good…”

Your eyes widened in surprise and arousal at his confession. You could feel his body tensing in your arms, his cock twitching against your thigh as another orgasm began to build.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” you purred, holding him tighter. “Come for me again.”

Matt let out a strangled moan, his hips jerking involuntarily as the pleasure crested.

“Baby! Ah, ah, ahhh…” His cock throbbed and pulsed, spurting thick ropes of cum onto your thigh and stomach as he came undone in your arms.

You held Matt close as he shook and trembled through his intense orgasm, cooing words of praise and love. “That’s my good boy… You did so well, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

You peppered his face with soft kisses as he slowly came down from his high.

idk i kinda hate it

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[bucksboobs]

Not Another BuckTommy Fixit Fic!

Buck gets Hurt. He wakes up in a hospital bed. This is becoming routine. He looks to his right to see who is on vigil duty. His heart stops.

“Hey.” Despite himself, Buck relaxes. That voice still puts him at ease after three months

“Tommy.” He shouldn’t be here.

“Um. Eddie had to go pick up Chris and… I.”

“You came.” He says it calmly, because why wouldn’t Tommy Kinard show up. He always did. Ex or not.

“I… I never got to apologize. For how it ended. That I ended it like that.” Buck realizes he must have been pretty banged up because he can’t raise himself onto his elbows. He turns to his side instead, pushing away memories of them together in bed, strong arms around his waist and a warm feeling in his chest.

“You broke my heart.”

“I know.” His face still crinkles the same way it does whenever the schmaltzy movies he loves start playing piano. “I talked to my therapist and, uh, I was stuck in the past, again, I think. Bringing up Abby, and marriage and what I did to her. It reminded me of the pain I caused everyone, most of all myself.” He fidgets, it’s strange seeing Tommy unconfident. “I have a lot of issues, Ev—Buck.”

“Evan.” If they’re going to do this he can’t hear that name that sounds like nails on a chalkboard when it comes from Tommy.”

“Evan. I have a lot of issues, and a lot of history I’m not sure I even want you to know about.” He sighs. “So I ran. And I broke your heart.”

“I just wanted us to be together.” Buck offers.

“Me too. But the longer you’re with me, the more you’re going to realize… I’m not worth it.”

“Hey.” Buck manages to get up on an elbow. “You are. You are to me and that’s all that matters.”

“I… I didn’t come here to make excuses or anything I just wanted you to know…”

“You were protecting yourself.”

“Yeah. And acted like a dick in the process.”

“Well you can make it up to me. Miceli’s when I get out of here.”

“It’s a date.”

“Great. Now go get me coffee.”

[heesimp]

jake hard thought #1

warnings: grinding, jake has a gf that isn’t you, implied unprotected sex

He knows he shouldn’t be looking at you like this with your naked body laying on the mattress with your tits squished beneath you and your legs spread out wide for him. Jake sees the glisten over your smooth, bare pussy and moans to himself as he twists his wrist to jerk himself off at the mere sight of you beneath him. He almost feels bad for looking at you so indecently when his lover is away for the weekend,

Jake’s girlfriend is the last thing he’s thinking about as his precum coats his cock. He spills out even more when he watches your hole clench right in front of him, almost like it’s winking to entice Jake into doing it with you.

“Wish I could fuck you for real,” Jake says as he rests the tip of his cock against your slit. He holds his cock by the middle and toys with your slit, moving his head back and forth to capture your arousal on him. The sound of your wetness splashing echoes in the room and it makes the both of you moan.

“I wish you could too,” you whisper, looking back at him. Jake looks right into you as he moves his cock back and forth repeatedly.

“S’Okay, baby.” The pet name feels warm. “Think you can cum from grinding on my dick?”

“I-I want to try.” You stutter and Jake chuckles from above you, maneuvering your body so that you sit on top of him with you all over him. He feels the way you breathe as his mouth chases yours in a wet kiss that has you seeing stars.

He slots his cock in between your thighs and feels you squish against him while your pussy guides up and down the place where he needs you the most. Jake’s wet dick is so warm when you clench around him and it takes a great amount of restraint not to fuck right up into you.

It’s really not his girlfriend’s fault for this predicament he finds himself in. She’s sweet, she’s nice, but…there’s something about you that makes Jake’s cock incredibly hard every time he sees you. One weekend with you is all he needs to get this out of his system.

You moan against his mouth when he nudges your swollen clit and Jake bucks his hips against you harder. “I know this is wrong but I can’t help it.” His dick spurts out note of his precum. “You’re so fucking sexy, Y/N. Pussy’s so hot, too. It’s a shame I can’t fuck you there.”

His words make you clench and Jake’s hands come to your ass to push and pull you against him with us fingers digging into the meaty flesh of your ass. The glide is heavenly as he slots is cock between your folds, your mixed arousal making him slip around you with ease.

“Jake, fuck!” you moan against his chest while you claw at him. “This feels so good. How can grinding feel so good?”

“I don’t know, baby.” He hisses the more you clench and slide around him. “Your perfect pussy is so warm around me.”

His skin slaps yours just as you grip onto his shoulders and look down at him. Your eyes look glossed over as you clench your thighs around and pull him closer to bring yourself over your tipping point, molding your lips on top of his. Jake moans into you when he feels your warm cum on his cock and follows soon after, pushing his dick against your thighs until his tip peeks out from the other side and spills his cum onto the backs of your thighs.

“So good,” he whispers when your thighs continue to squish him between your body. Jake’s cock remains hard the more he feels your tits on his chest and with the way you push your tongue against his. He kisses you with fervor and loves the way your mouth feels against his.

It has him using his hands to spread your legs wide enough so that his tip breaches your hole. You don’t protest and clutch onto his shoulder at the sudden intrusion with a deep moan escaping from the back of your throat. Girlfriend be damned.

Jake was never good at following the rules anyway.

[timmydraker]

CW: Implied SA, P3dophillia, (dubcon) sexual content

Jason hates galas the most out of his siblings.

Coming from his Crime Alley background and his death, it’s always uncomfortable with the subtle grimaces and obnoxious remarks.

The only reason he goes is because if he doesn’t Bruce won’t give him any allowance even though he’s twenty three, but it’s hard being a crime lord so he’ll take the money.

As usual, he sneaks off after a solid hour. He gives Dick a nod to let him know he’s leaving just so his older brother won’t freak out upon not being able to find him, and makes his way down the hall of the building he’s in to find the elevator.

Unfortunately it’s one of those stupid rich people ones where the elevator looks like a normal door so he has to look for the buttons, which leads him to get turned around a few times until he hears something interesting.

The sounds of obvious sex, cringy and almost fake sounding, makes the asexual in him gag but the crime lord curious.

A few times now he’s blackmailed rich folk with evidence of them cheating so if he can get someone else to give him some pocket money, he won’t need to come to the next gala…

As Jason carefully gets closer o the door, pulling out his phone, he can really tell that one voice is way too high and practiced. Fake, like those pornos his men watch too loud in their communal lounges for some bloody reason.

Apart of him is giddy at possibly finding some random richy guy being a shit fuck, if only because he finds the whole thing funny.

He opens the door slowly, making sure not a sound is heard from it, before peaking in to see what the situation is.

The first thing he sees is a guy who can’t be younger than fifty jerking his hips rapidly and huffing like a puffed Chihuahua, pathetic and kind of concerning. He’s on a couch angled so Jason can’t see his face, but the greying hair tells him everything.

It makes him have to hold back a snort but then his eyes trail over to the person underneath him.

Unlike the older man, the person is young and clearly not enjoying himself.

Jason only has a moment to realise this is probably a closeted gay man when his brain catches up and he realises who the other person is.

He only had a second to be disgusted because oh ew, gross gross gross, that’s his baby brother before shit that’s his baby brother.

Tim is the one making those performing noises.

Tim is the one being pressed down by a guy three times his age.

Tim is the one who’s making noises like he’s enjoying himself but is looking off to the side with a mostly blank face.

Tim, who’s only been eighteen for two months, is the one being used by some crusty old fuck and is seemingly pretending to enjoy it.

Jason wants to rush in and start attacking, to rip the guy off his brother and maybe punch his face into mush, but then he meets Tim’s eye and he feels his heart break.

Because Tim looks so ashamed, so disgusted with himself as he spots Jason and looks away with clear guilt in his eyes. He looks like he wants to crawl aaay and hide forever and Jason gets that because duh, his older brother just caught him having sex, but something about the situation just doesn’t feel right.

Jason thinks he should leave and give Tim some kind of talk later but then the older geezer on top of him speaks, “Fuck, Tim, you-god you’re so fucking tight, so perfect, such a good little bitch! Missed you little hole for months-“

The growl Jason lets out isn’t entirely human, something unholy that probably came from the pit, as he throws the door open and barges into the room.

Tim shakes his head as if to tell him to stop, but Jason is quicker.

He’s also quicker than the man who, ones his rips him off his little brother before he even process the door opening, he realises is a senator. He throws the man down, kicks his stomach in three times before driving a boot to his head.

Wordlessly he turns to his brother who is tearily pulling his dress pants and struggling to hold back sobs.

Jason holds out his hands in offer of a hug and is relieved when his brother accepts, because it means that physical touch hasn’t been ruined for him completely.

After just a few moments he mutters a warning to his brother that he’s going to pick him up and takes him out of the room with a last kick the man’s head.

He probably won’t die, but the brain trauma will be enough for Jason.

For now at least.

Jason holds his baby brother close to him as he takes him down to his car, finally finding the elevator with Tim’s silent help, and takes him back to his apartment.

On the way he sends a message to the demon brat, simply saying:

Don’t let anyone look for or bother me and Tim and I’ll buy you a snake.

[seitmai]

So many thoughts

Lloyd leans into Lyla’s bedroom, smiling at you unable to leave her. You don’t say anything, or even move, you just stare at the precious Lyla Bee. A soft smile turns your mouth up. So often you show your love for her. It isn’t something you have to do, it’s something you choose to do daily. It’s the sexiest thing you can do. You love an extension to him.

🥹🥹🥹

“But it’ll be lonely out here,” he doesn’t have to look at you to know that you're pouting. He doesn’t want to ignore your fears, but also doesn’t want to let you know that this is fully working on him.

Whoops🤭

Your brow raises, while you look at him inquisitively, “Dolly, it’s just to make sure that I never take advantage of your trust. You have no idea the ways I want to play and use your body, but you have to give me permission.” “You have it,” you earnestly answer. Your feet swish back and forth, eyes going glassy as you stare at him. Naturally going into a submissive state, Lloyd has a deep urge to destroy you like this. Just so he can lift you back up. He can’t take advantage of something your body naturally craves.

They fit together like puzzle pieces

“I have very distinct — needs,” that didn’t sound bad. “I haven’t done relationships, and I fear that I could be too much,” that could be putting it lightly. He’s extremely needy, and is prone to stress. He needs you to unwind.

I'm sure they can figure it out 🤷🏻‍♀️😌

“I want you to behave, and listen. Stop pouting,” his voice is still soft, but the command is obvious. “I want you free use,” you furrow your brows, staring into his eyes. “Anytime I want you, I can use you. With discretion of course. I will never fully share you. I will never let another man look upon your body if you don’t want it. I-I,” he stutters, “I want you to explore your sexuality. If you want someone to join us, I would consider it, but everything is with your say so.” “Wait another man in the bed with us?” he watches your face intently. Making note of how you’re not disgusted, you’re curious. “Or woman,” you scrunch your nose up, shaking your head no, “It’s not that bad.”

Yes, let's be curious and explore a bit 🤭😉

All L names. You would do that. “You do realize I could have you airtight without me ever being inside of you? I could have LJ in your tight little pussy, Leonard in your ass, and Lennon in your mouth. Watching you go dumb on three cocks that might be shaped like me, but they’re not. And then if you get extra desperate, I could push myself in your cunt. Right beside LJ. Do you think you can handle four of my cocks?” “No,” he plunges a finger into your warmth, and you try To capture his eyes. He didn’t look disappointed, but he does seem less animated. You don’t like seeing him like that. You want him to look proud, “But I would try.”

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

“Did you mean for her to answer the door with her nipples hard as a rock?” Ari motions his head toward the discarded panties on the floor. Lloyd would get you all worked up right before Ari came here. Edging is his favorite hobby. “You should see my dick,” Ari rolls his eyes as he settles back into the couch, and then he makes a face of disgust before moving to the chair.

What a greeting lol

“You’re not saying that in a derogatory way are you?” Ari shakes his head no. “I mean, she is my slut. She’s my girlfriend, Lyla’s mom, my future baby mama, future wife,”

Lucky for Ari they are on the same page 🫣

“That’s another thing. Someone got wind of Candy sniffing around. Me thinks she knows how much you’re worth, and either she’ll hold Lyla over yours and her head, or you’ll have to pay her off.”

🙄🙄🙄

His lips curve up into a devilish smile, and he raises his brows. Holding his cup up as if to cheers you, and you wiggle your as a bit. Smiling right back before Lloyd smacks over the protruding toy, and you lift up, moaning so loud that Ari chokes on his bourbon. Your face heats up with the most delightful embarrassment and you hide it in Lloyd’s chest.

🤭🤭🤭

“Stop looking,” he warns Ari, who still refuses to look away. “Stop putting it out on a platter for me to stare at,” Lloyd is too fast.

I mean, valid 😅

“No!” Ari bursts out laughing, but you’re serious. “I know what you do. But maybe — I think we need, I mean if you’re okay with it, but maybe we should do something legal. I mean what if I adopted her. If she’s legally mine there’s nothing that woman can do, right?” “Thank you!” Ari raises his hands up, and looks at Lloyd, “She gets it.

Lmao Lloyd had different plan 😅

“Yeah. And Lloyd promised me a show of you fucking yourself with the dildo,” you’re stunned. Unable to look at either one of them, and Lloyd is no help. He’s completely frozen in place. “Maybe next time.”

Great answer 👏🏻

“Have the two of you watched a girl do that together?” Ari answers yes quickly, while Lloyd groans. “Oh. So you’re really close?” The two seem close. Possibly more than colleagues because who watches a girl masturbate with their best friend with them? “Would you want Ari to watch you fuck me?” “I wouldn’t mind it, but only if you wanted it, and were comfortable,” at least he’s being honest. Lloyd’s kink isn’t about sharing you. It’s about showing off what he has. “Would you let Ari touch me, while you’re fucking me?” “You know Ari is a bit of a cuck, right?” Your brow raises as you look at him. “Ari enjoys watching people have sex. He enjoys fingering a woman when she’s filled with cum so he can make a mess of her used hole. He enjoys writing on her body how much of a slut she is before he watches a man fucks a load into her. Or him. He doesn’t care who is getting fucked. He likes watching. He enjoys cleaning cum out of her pussy. He enjoys fucking women, and men fucking him. Ari enjoys the art of voyeurism that turns into participation. He enjoys the art and beauty of sex and pleasure. It’s not about love as much as it is about enjoyment. So tell me Dolly, do you want Ari to finger you while eating my cum out of your swollen pussy?”

Learning a lot about Ari's sex life here 🧐🤭

“You can take all the time in the world to decide that. You can change your mind at any time,” the idea of Ari is exciting to him, but not necessary. Especially if it meant losing you. That is what mattered; you and Lyla. Not some kinky sex and cum play.

A steady rhythm of thrusting. He’s so soft and deliberate with his movements. Continuing to trace your face with his nose. Whispering your name, “I love you. We don’t have to invite anybody into our sex life. You’re more than enough. And I need you to understand that. If you don’t want Ari to ever see you in the position he did tonight, I need you to vocalize that, okay?”

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He cares more about her that he might admit 🥰

With Your Touch, Part 8

Summary: There's some things that need to be discussed

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics, teasing, fingering, degradation, praise kink, humiliation kink, toy play, slight voyeurism, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of cum play, bit of breeding kink, mentions of spanking, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.1K

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Lloyd leans into Lyla’s bedroom, smiling at you unable to leave her. You don’t say anything, or even move, you just stare at the precious Lyla Bee. A soft smile turns your mouth up. So often you show your love for her. It isn’t something you have to do, it’s something you choose to do daily. It’s the sexiest thing you can do. You love an extension to him.

He’d have to make it official. Eventually give Lyla a sibling. He’s enjoying playing with your body, but he seriously can’t wait to see you swollen with him. To see you around your father and he understands the love that the two of you have. And he knows what a good girl that you are.

Lloyd fully intends on exploring your sweet obedient ways. He wants to push you to your limits, with your complete consent as well. “She’s so beautiful,” you coo down at your daughter. You don’t want anything in this world to ever harm her. If you could keep her this little you would. Freeze time so everything stays this sweet always.

It’s an odd thing to accept that she wants you to be her mom, but also Lloyd. There’s no way that you could love her any more than you do, even if you birthed her. You could spend hours just looking at her. Watching how her lips pucker up, and she even makes smacking noises with her mouth when she’s extra tired. She learns something new everyday, and you don’t want to miss a second of her life.

Lloyd walks up behind you, wrapping both arms around your front. He settles his chin on your shoulder to stare at this beautiful angel with you. “She really is. She’s spectacular.”

“I don’t think her wants her daddy to go back to work,” Lloyd knows exactly what you’re trying to pull. You’ve been laying it on thick all week about his returning to work.

“I think her mama is trying to guilt trip her daddy into not leaving.”

“But it’ll be lonely out here,” he doesn’t have to look at you to know that you're pouting. He doesn’t want to ignore your fears, but also doesn’t want to let you know that this is fully working on him. He’d almost choose to never go back. But you need boundaries. And he has no problem giving them to you, and also enforcing them.

He inhales swiftly, turning his head to kiss on your neck, “I’m going to make it a point to come home every night. Sometimes maybe every other night,” you groan, pushing your ass into his back, and your eyes go wide. His soft kiss turns to a nibble on your neck as he walks you out of her bedroom.

“Why are you hard?”

Groaning, he cups your covered mound, and you whimper. His hands are so large. You’ve had them in you. You still haven’t gotten used to that. Lloyd Hansen has been inside of you. Swimming inside of you. “Lloyd?” You whimper, and he drops his arms from around you, sitting on the couch with a plop, and you see his tightened jeans. “Lloyd!”

“Oh, shut up,” it’s playful, he grins at you. He rubs his hand over his bulge, smiling, “You know, when she goes to sleep, it’s time for mama and daddy to have fun,” the sinful bastard, “But first, we need to establish some boundaries.”

Your brow raises, while you look at him inquisitively, “Dolly, it’s just to make sure that I never take advantage of your trust. You have no idea the ways I want to play and use your body, but you have to give me permission.”

“You have it,” you earnestly answer. Your feet swish back and forth, eyes going glassy as you stare at him. Naturally going into a submissive state, Lloyd has a deep urge to destroy you like this. Just so he can lift you back up. He can’t take advantage of something your body naturally craves.

“You truly don’t understand. Sit,” listening immediately, Lloyd grins, “Good girl. You listen well,” you preen, leaning towards him. “You do well with praise. Noted,” he hums, staring over your body a moment. You’re so reactive to him. Sitting up straighter, and shoulders shimmying. That slight smile tickling the edges of your plump mouth.

“I have very distinct — needs,” that didn’t sound bad. “I haven’t done relationships, and I fear that I could be too much,” that could be putting it lightly. He’s extremely needy, and is prone to stress. He needs you to unwind.

“Why’s that?”

“There’s this bit of a humiliation mixed in with degradation that I enjoy,” inhaling sharply, you find yourself staring at the fabric of the couch. You didn’t know how to press him for more information. “Do you want to be my slut?” You tremble, but nod your head. “Why?”

“I’m just yours?”

“Just mine.”

“That’s why,” Lloyd smirks, “If I asked you to stop, would you?” He makes a weird noise with his mouth, looking up at you, “What does that mean?”

“Sometimes in intense sessions, you say stop because you feel it’s what you should say, but you desperately don’t want me to stop. Hence, the need for a safe word, and the need for me to read your body language. Safe word?”

You think long and hard. You know it needs to be something you wouldn’t normally say out loud. Something easy to remember, easy to say, easy for him to understand even if you whisper it. “Nightingale,” Lloyds eyes blink rapidly, and you’re afraid you said something wrong.

“It’s beautiful,” the smile that lights up your face has him feeling all fuzzy in his stomach. The way your body reacts to him is too addictive. You’re more dangerous than he ever thought about being, “The nightingale is often associated with Venus. I think that’s perfect for you.”

“What do you mean by humiliation?”

Lloyd hisses between his teeth. His hands drag up his thighs, that one is a bit more complicated, “When my fingers are buried so deep into your cunt, do you want me to tell you that you’re taking my fingers like my sloppy little slut?” You look just like a puppy. Nodding your head, and scooting closer to Lloyd. “Do you want me to make you clean up your mess with your tongue for my own enjoyment before I let you fuck yourself with my cock?”

Gulping you nod, “Yes.”

“What about what I mentioned last night? Put the toy version of my cock inside of you, pulling your panties up, and asking you to pour me some bourbon. Maybe ask you to get on your knees to wipe something out of the floor, and I can stare at that toy puckering out your lingerie while you crawl around?”

“My god, yes,” you’re such a slut. Maybe it’s a slut for him. Possibly a slut for the praise, but regardless, a slut. “Yes. I want to play with the little Lloyd toys.”

He chuckles. Reaching over to a drawer, and retrieves out the little toy. He’s bright pink. “Ooh! I want to call him LJ,” it didn’t take a genius to know why you wanted to call the toy that. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to behave, and listen. Stop pouting,” his voice is still soft, but the command is obvious. “I want you free use,” you furrow your brows, staring into his eyes. “Anytime I want you, I can use you. With discretion of course. I will never fully share you. I will never let another man look upon your body if you don’t want it. I-I,” he stutters, “I want you to explore your sexuality. If you want someone to join us, I would consider it, but everything is with your say so.”

“Wait another man in the bed with us?” he watches your face intently. Making note of how you’re not disgusted, you’re curious.

“Or woman,” you scrunch your nose up, shaking your head no, “It’s not that bad.”

“I just don’t want to share you.”

“I know you don’t, sweetheart. But sometimes we just have to get it in when we can, and if you’re dripping with my seed, you’ll just have to suck it up, even if people are around,” you are a peculiar and funny little thing. Trying to work out different scenarios. “Let’s say that there is a visitor here, and we’re in the middle of something. We finish up as much as we can. But maybe I can’t fully clean you up. I get off on knowing that you're soaked in my cum, while we have company.”

“Yes,” one simple word is all that he needs to hear. You are truly a slut for him. For wearing him. He reaches over towards you, tugging at the hem of your shirt, and you pull it off with so much enthusiasm. Lloyd leans over just a bit for an open mouth kiss on each nipple. Kissing and sucking on the tender flesh until they’re peaked and pebbled up.

“Take off your bottoms,” you listen. “Such an obedient little one. Now, turn around. I want you laying back on my thigh,” this time you don’t move as quickly. Stubbing up and pouting at him. Refusing to listen to his command, and he slaps at the side of your rear. “Behave, and do as I said, so I can play with you and LJ.”

You may huff, but you listen. Laying back on him, and he taps on your thighs to spread your legs wide open. “What other colors of the little Lloyds are there?”

He leans over your body, gazing intently at your split before he barely flicks your sensitive pearl, “One is blue, and the other is purple,” he is too enthralled in your clit, and you’re becoming too aroused to pay attention. “What are their names?”

“Umm…”

Waiting too long, he squeezes your bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger, causing you to arch your back in surprise, “What are their names?”

“L-L-Leonard,” that isn’t what he was expecting. “The blue one, he’s Leonard. The purple is — he’s,” you look down your body, watching as Lloyd plays with you. Comparing the thickness of his fingers to your body. But it’s not overtly sexual. He’s having fun exploring your folds. “His name is — Lennon.”

All L names. You would do that. “You do realize I could have you airtight without me ever being inside of you? I could have LJ in your tight little pussy, Leonard in your ass, and Lennon in your mouth. Watching you go dumb on three cocks that might be shaped like me, but they’re not. And then if you get extra desperate, I could push myself in your cunt. Right beside LJ. Do you think you can handle four of my cocks?”

“No,” he plunges a finger into your warmth, and you try To capture his eyes. He didn’t look disappointed, but he does seem less animated. You don’t like seeing him like that. You want him to look proud, “But I would try.”

“Such an eager little whore. That’s why I like you, you know. You would do anything to please me, wouldn’t you?” Breathlessly you answer him. Nodding your head as he dips another finger into your body. Having you spread out, naked, and vulnerable is his favorite. He’s fully clothed, but he gets to look at the work of art that is you.

Venturing deeper into your cunt, he watches your face with every small movement he makes. Learning what makes you tick, and what you enjoy. Listening to the change of your breathing, and the slight differences in your sounds. And then pulls out of you too soon. He caresses your lips with his fingers, making the pillows look glossy with your essence. And then his meaty fingers go into his mouth where he sucks off the rest of your honey, “Hmm, you taste so sweet.”

He licks his lips, reaching over to grab LJ, and brings it to your mouth, and you suck on him enthusiastically. Trying to show him how much of the toy you can take, but he pulls it out of your mouth, and lowers it to your entrance. Lloyd teases the toy around your hole, and without commandment, you spread out further. Angling your body for easier entrance. He slowly breeches through your walls.

His mouth falls open right along with yours as he studies your body opening up, and accommodating him, LJ. The sounds that your body makes is a symphony, ringing in your home. He becomes obsessed with you. Pushing and pulling out the hot pink toy. Your slick coats the fake version of him. Each push into you, he goes deeper.

Deeper.

Deeper still.

Until he can push it in balls deep, and he holds it there. You took every inch. Every thick veiny inch of the fake him. His free hand cups your breast, and he pinches on your swollen nipple. Perfect. You take him so well. While you may have your toys, he has you as his toy. The things he could do to you. It’s not even innately about sex with you as much as giving you pleasure. He finds pleasure in that.

You’re so reactionary to being filled with him that it nearly makes him weak thinking about you waddling around the house with this stupid dick inside of you. Have you get on all fours while you simulate backing up on him. God, your body is immaculate.

“Lloyd,” you pant out, looking between him, and the immobile toy. You need something else, and he’s not giving it to you. It’s both frustrating, and hot as fuck, and it confuses your brain, “Lloyd? Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I want to come.”

“You’re such a sweet girl. Can I just play with you?” Your body needs some release. It needs anything besides this torturous nothingness. “Why don’t you play with your clit, and let me just watch you get yourself off.”

His eyes look over to the clock, and he smiles. Still holding that stupid toy fully in you. The depth of it gives your belly a funny feeling. An ache you can’t explain. It doesn’t hurt, it’s not fully uncomfortable, but it is different. “Use both hands. Spread those lips far apart, and let me see that cute little swollen clit of yours.”

You follow his instructions. Letting him see the button before creating tight circles on your body. Your hips start to buck up as you imitate sex. Rocking on the couch just to make your tits bounce. Putting on a show for him so he will want to fuck you. Will want to at least let you come.

Your body climbs with pleasure, and you close your eyes. Envisioning that he is hovering over you. Pushing his length as deep as he can, and a lewd moan escapes your puckered lips. He feels so good deep in your body. He feels good with his weight over you. Filling you up with every inch of him, and with his load right in your belly. “Daddy, I’m so close.”

“There you go, princess. You’re right there aren’t you?” Giving him a head nod, he takes his hand off the toy. Bringing both of them to your tits, and he tweaks, and pinches them. Watching as your swaying body creates the friction with the toy you needed. Sucking the hot pink rod into your body, and lifting up so it pulls out. Little desperate slut, “Such a needy little slut. You’re taking every inch of that pretty little cock. But…”

Lloyd doesn’t get to finish his sentence. His fingers let go of your tits, and he pulls your hands off your body. Keeping them spread so you can’t touch yourself, but your body still searches for movement. “Shh,” he says, but you’re too busy trying to jump over the edge of euphoria. “Dolly, don’t you hear the doorbell ringing?”

“What?” You halt. Listening with haggard breaths, and the doorbell rings again. “Lloyd, no!”

“Don’t pout. Just get dressed. Leave the dick inside of you,” you gawk at him. “I said what I said, Dolly. Dressed, with the dick still inside your body. “It’s just Ari. He arrives almost directly on the dot when I ask him.”

You sit up, starting to pull the wretched pink toy out of your body, and Lloyd tsks you. “I don’t want this in me when Ari is here.”

“Do you remember what we said just moments before?”

“Yeah, but you tricked me. You knew he was coming tonight.”

He actually rolls his eyes at you before grabbing your chin, “What’s your safe word?” You shake your head no, “Either say it, or put your fucking clothes on,” you stare at him a moment, unmoving. “Each second I count is how many spankings you’re getting. One,” you don’t dare move. You can be just as stubborn as him. “Two. Three. Four. Five.”

You cross your arms over your chest. Trying to ignore him. “Six. Seven.”

“Fine!” Your voice is a bit raised as you reach for your shorts. Leaving the panties in the floor, and hope they embarrass him. And you grab your shirt. Asshole. He sits there with his legs crossed looking awfully proud of himself. “Aren’t you going to open the door?” You ask him. He got too comfortable, and now you’re dressed, and still aching to find some release that is just right out of your grasp.

“Nope. You are,” your mouth falls open. “Go on, princess. Let daddy’s friend in. He’s been waiting on you to act like the good girl I know you are,” fucking tease. Standing up. You wince. Not in pain but because the movement sends an odd sense of pleasure through your body. “Ari’s waiting. Go on, waddle for me, baby.”

You aren’t going to waddle. You won’t give him the satisfaction. You’re going to walk very oddly, sure. But you hold your chin up high. Refusing to let him know you see his cocky little smile as you make your way to the front door. Smiling up at Ari as you open the door.

His eyes drift down your front with a smirk before he walks past you and into the living room. And you stand at the front door, trying to regulate your breathing. You aren’t going to let him see you struggle. “Sweetheart, Ari and I would like something to drink.”

The fucking asshole. This is so wrong, and still there’s that part of you that enjoys it way too much. A sexual secret that you and Lloyd share, while you have company. Knowing that Lloyd knows what is inside of you. Wonder how he’d feel if Ari knew. If Ari saw. You get the most devilish grin on your face. You didn’t care if people knew that Lloyd could destroy you with his dick. And Ari is bound to know all the sick twisted ways Lloyd gets off.

“Did you mean for her to answer the door with her nipples hard as a rock?” Ari motions his head toward the discarded panties on the floor. Lloyd would get you all worked up right before Ari came here. Edging is his favorite hobby.

“You should see my dick,” Ari rolls his eyes as he settles back into the couch, and then he makes a face of disgust before moving to the chair. “Why did you do that?”

“You’re on a couch with a hard on. Your girlfriend is walking around in short shorts, bra less, and nipples protruding. And that spot was warm,” chuckling, Lloyd pops his fingers into his mouth, moaning, “You’re truly sick. You know that?”

“Have you seen her?”

“I think you’ve seen enough of her,” Lloyd scoffs. His crystal eyes roam down the hall, trying to listen to hear what you’re doing. He hopes you’re fucking yourself. Knowing how frustrated you are, he hopes you’re doing something to get yourself off. He’ll watch the footage when Ari leaves.

“Lloyd, everyone is getting restless. You either need to take an extended break, and let me resume power, or come back. But the mercenaries need to know what’s going on. You can’t hole up here with your slut forever.”

“You’re not saying that in a derogatory way are you?” Ari shakes his head no. “I mean, she is my slut. She’s my girlfriend, Lyla’s mom, my future baby mama, future wife,” Ari clears his throat, “What?”

“That’s another thing. Someone got wind of Candy sniffing around. Me thinks she knows how much you’re worth, and either she’ll hold Lyla over yours and her head, or you’ll have to pay her off.”

“Write her a check,” Lloyd grunts suddenly. The idea of that woman coming and taking Lyla from you is sick. She didn’t even give her daughter a name!

“See the problem with women like her, she’ll always come back for more. You need it legally settled that you and Dolly are her parents. The lawyers are drawing up a petition for adoption. You know, it’ll need to be legal. She will come back.”

“Then I’ll put a bullet through her head,” he’s so annoying and ridiculous that Ari can’t even comprehend his little tyraid. “She won’t have our daughter. Lyla doesn’t even know her. Do you know who puts her to bed every night? Who bathes her every day? Pushes her in that stupid expensive pram? Goes to mommy and me classes for singing and yoga? Who is teaching her to walk? And who has been planning a first birthday party for her? Not some fucking whore who wasn’t worth the money I paid, and who poked fucking holes in the goddamn condoms.”

You flinch walking back into the living room. Getting an apology from both men. You take a deep breath, handing Ari’s bourbon on the rocks to him, and definitely not waddling to Lloyd to give him his. He pulls you nearly into his lap. Leaning you so far onto him, your ass is pointing towards Ari, and you playfully look towards him. He sees it. See the outline of Lloyd’s little dick inside of you.

His lips curve up into a devilish smile, and he raises his brows. Holding his cup up as if to cheers you, and you wiggle your as a bit. Smiling right back before Lloyd smacks over the protruding toy, and you lift up, moaning so loud that Ari chokes on his bourbon. Your face heats up with the most delightful embarrassment and you hide it in Lloyd’s chest.

“Stop looking,” he warns Ari, who still refuses to look away.

“Stop putting it out on a platter for me to stare at,” Lloyd is too fast. Reaching into your shorts, he tugs out the toy, and drops it onto the coffee table. Leaving Ari to stare at something besides yourself. Now it’s a hot pink replica of Lloyd’s cock, shining in the light, and soaked with your honey, and…

“I knew it,” he whispers more to you, even if Ari hears it. “Now that everyone can get their mind out of the fucking gutter. Dolly, Ari tells me we may have some issues with Lyla Bee’s birth mother. It seems she is pushing for leverage, and she’s using our daughter.”

You sit up immediately. Going into mama bear protective mode, despite the soaked dildo on the table. “She won’t take my daughter.”

“Ari doesn’t seem to think paying her off is enough.”

“It won’t be,” Ari raises his cup towards you. “No, it won’t. Women like her know that you would pay anything to keep our daughter with us. She’ll know your weak spot, our weak spot.”

“So she needs a bullet in her head,” that isn’t at all what you meant.

“No!” Ari bursts out laughing, but you’re serious. “I know what you do. But maybe — I think we need, I mean if you’re okay with it, but maybe we should do something legal. I mean what if I adopted her. If she’s legally mine there’s nothing that woman can do, right?”

“Thank you!” Ari raises his hands up, and looks at Lloyd, “She gets it. So, I’ll talk to the lawyers and get the ball rolling. We’ll tell them the address of Dolly and Lyla are to be held off as long as possible. You know you’ll have to go through a background check, and,” he grimaces, looking at the stupid forgotten toy again, “It’ll probably be easier if you’re married.”

“Oh,” you answer in surprise, looking up at Lloyd who remains emotionless. his control on his emotions can be frustrating, “That will be something we’ll have to discuss. But — whatever it takes. I need my daughter,” it’s amazing how quickly you accepted her as yours. With as much time as you spent with her, it just made sense. And now you also get to share her dad. “Is that why you came by?”

“Yeah. And Lloyd promised me a show of you fucking yourself with the dildo,” you’re stunned. Unable to look at either one of them, and Lloyd is no help. He’s completely frozen in place.

“Maybe next time.”

“I was only kidding. I know he has a weird little obsession with his dick, and his toys,” the toys of his dick, or you as the toy? You aren’t sure how Ari means, or if he means both. Doesn’t matter. “I’m sure I’m going to leave, and he will make you perform for him though, and I suppose he’ll want to look and see how wide your cunt is spread,” Lloyd clears his throat.

“Have the two of you watched a girl do that together?” Ari answers yes quickly, while Lloyd groans. “Oh. So you’re really close?” The two seem close. Possibly more than colleagues because who watches a girl masturbate with their best friend with them?

“We didn’t have sex with her at the same time. It was more or less entertainment, and you’re not a paid for show. Anyways,” leaning forward, he places the cup on the table before lifting himself up. “You two have fun with that conversation,” and he leaves.

You swallow deeply, keeping your eyes on LJ. Contemplating how you want to start this conversation. “Do you want to share me?”

“I want you to be happy, and I’ll do whatever experiences you want to keep you that way. If you don’t want Ari to see you riding the toy, or just playing with yourself, you don’t have to. It is not a requirement, and I’m perfectly satisfied with that. Your pleasure is my pleasure. I do enjoy watching you pleasure yourself. I enjoy staving off my own arousal to watch you get off. I like that desperate feeling when I finally sink into you.”

Inhaling deeply, you take off your shirt, and step out of your shorts. Grabbing up the dildo of Lloyd, you suction it to the floor, and stand over it. Keeping your eyes on Lloyd, and he scoots the table to the side, and leans back on the couch. Your knees slowly bend as you sink to the floor. You’re not performing. You’re just watching him. Seeing what it is he truly likes.

Getting to your knees, you hover over the nine inches that make up Lloyd before sinking over him. He stares so hard at the toy splitting you open. He doesn’t even touch himself. He just watches as you slowly bounce over it. “Would you want Ari to see me like this?”

“Would you want him to?” He answers a question with a question, so you pinch your nipples. Trying to make him squirm, but it does nothing.

“Possibly.”

“Then maybe,” infuriating. He can’t even fully answer.

“Would you would want Ari to fuck me?” Straight forward is the best way.

Lloyd sucks in a beat of air, “I’d prefer he didn’t.”

“Would you want Ari to watch you fuck me?”

“I wouldn’t mind it, but only if you wanted it, and were comfortable,” at least he’s being honest. Lloyd’s kink isn’t about sharing you. It’s about showing off what he has.

“Would you let Ari touch me, while you’re fucking me?”

“You know Ari is a bit of a cuck, right?” Your brow raises as you look at him. “Ari enjoys watching people have sex. He enjoys fingering a woman when she’s filled with cum so he can make a mess of her used hole. He enjoys writing on her body how much of a slut she is before he watches a man fucks a load into her. Or him. He doesn’t care who is getting fucked. He likes watching. He enjoys cleaning cum out of her pussy. He enjoys fucking women, and men fucking him. Ari enjoys the art of voyeurism that turns into participation. He enjoys the art and beauty of sex and pleasure. It’s not about love as much as it is about enjoyment. So tell me Dolly, do you want Ari to finger you while eating my cum out of your swollen pussy?”

You don’t know how to answer that. It’s so much information all at once. It’s raw and vulgar. It’s hot as fuck. But to have someone do that to you, you just don’t even know. It’s too much happening at once. Way too much. “You don’t have to answer now. But now that you understand Ari’s odd little choices in sex…”

“Have you ever fucked Ari?”

There’s a bit of a hesitation before Lloyd shakes his head, “No. It’s not like that. He participates, yes. But…”

“Your love has remained platonic?”

“I think you think he’s a third. Ari has no problems finding partners. But he enjoys the ways that I can degrade, humiliate, and praise a sub all at once. You couldn’t handle him,” you didn’t know what that meant, and you no longer have a desire to discuss Ari. You want Lloyd inside of you immediately.

“Fuck me,” he cocks up an eyebrow, smiling. “Fuck me like you love me,” he stands. Removing his shirt, and pulling down his pants and underwear at the same time. The pretty cock springs free as he walks out of his pants and towards you, and lifts you right off the toy, and onto his own cock. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you into the bedroom.

He crawls the two of you onto the mattress, and lays you down gently. His body weight lowering on top of yours. Lloyd uses his nose to pet around your face. Smoothing his skin across the perimeter of your jaw, inhaling your scent as he lifts your arms above your head. Weaving his fingers in yours before he rolls himself in and out of you.

A steady rhythm of thrusting. He’s so soft and deliberate with his movements. Continuing to trace your face with his nose. Whispering your name, “I love you. We don’t have to invite anybody into our sex life. You’re more than enough. And I need you to understand that. If you don’t want Ari to ever see you in the position he did tonight, I need you to vocalize that, okay?”

“Okay,” you pant out. Arching your back to take more of him. You want him all over you.

“You can take all the time in the world to decide that. You can change your mind at any time,” the idea of Ari is exciting to him, but not necessary. Especially if it meant losing you. That is what mattered; you and Lyla. Not some kinky sex and cum play.

“I know,” he knows this is the worst time to try and get you to comprehend what could be a difficult sex life. But he isn’t lying. It isn’t a performance. You’re his obsession. Just you. You are more than enough for him. “What did you know earlier?” your chest heaves as you try and get the question out. “When you took LJ out of me.”

“You left your cream on the toy,” he laughs up against your neck. His mouth and hips are both a work of art, and the most sinful parts of him. “You got yourself off before you came back into the living room didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” he bites your neck, starting to suck on the skin hard. “You’re going to leave a mark!”

“Tell the truth,” he demands before sucking even harder. Sending every synapse in your brain into overdrive.

“Yes! Yes, I was leaning over the counter, and — and I was — I was — Lloyd!” He stops his movements, and you squeal. “Stop!”

“Then answer me.”

He starts a steady pace again, and then pounds into you so hard you see stars. His pace changes to slow, but rough jabbing movements, “I was just playing with my clit, and — and humping air. I was pretending it was you. Daddy!”

You’re wrecked. His movements are so slow, but they hit every right spot. Maybe it’s the blinding stabs into you that has every muscle in your body tightening up. He fucks into you so hard that the hairs on your body stands up, your toes curl, and your fingernails dig into his hands. You wish you could touch some other part of his body. You’re a goner.

Each thrust becomes harder. Deeper. Just. Right. There.

In. The. Perfect. Spot.

“Daddy!” Everything blurs. Lines disappear, and your body is numb with pleasure. Breathing so erratically as stars light up your vision. “Daddy!”

Jolting your body up the bed higher. Until your hands hit the head board, and he drops them. Slamming his hands above you, and he rockets himself into you. Pounding you so hard that your body lurches higher on the bed. Your head starts to knock against the padded board, and you start speaking in tongue to the heavens above as pleasure so deep in your body locks your bones into place.

Lloyd grunts, gritting his teeth as he remains pistoning into your clenching cunt. Your body is locked down, and this high lasts so long that you forget how to breathe. How to even be a human. Bright light floods into your mind, and then a loud, “Fuuuck,” before warmth spews inside of you, and your walls pulse around his cock. Milking him dry.

“My god, if you want me to marry you, I’d do it tomorrow,” you hum as he settles over you. He kisses around your neck. Using his fingers to trace the delicate lines on your neck and collarbone. Something is missing, and now he knows, “We’re going to have to fix this before I go back to work,” he still has to deal with The Verb, and your disgusting father. But he’s going to make sure everyone knows that you belong to someone. Even if you didn’t understand the significance, others would. He’s sure the neighbor down the street that stared at you when you dropped the keys to your car too long would understand exactly what it meant.

He had to make it be known that you were claimed, and unavailable. In every way possible. “Yeah, you’ve got a nasty little hickey on your neck.”

“What?” Your hand feels around your neck where he bit you. Thinking you could see with your eyes before you roll over on top of him. He sighs when he feels himself drip out of you. He doesn’t even care that you’re giving your own mark on him because you’re also grinding your greedy little twat on his stomach. You’re just as insatiable as him.

You nip on his creamy skin. Sucking and kissing over him. You want this ugly thing to last. Moving lower to give him another hickey. And another. If he’s going to leave you, you’re going to make sure everyone knows that he comes home to you. Home to fuck you. And home to his family.

You sit up on him, smiling at your handy work. “There. Now you can go back to work, and show everyone how you have a slut living with you.”

“Yeah yeah. Just keep grinding, and get yourself off on my stomach. I’ll walk around with this stupid thing if that makes you feel better. And I’ll worry about those seven spankings another day,” you forgot about that threat. But he didn’t.

In some weird way, you like knowing that he’ll walk around with red bruises all over his neck. Not that you didn’t trust him. It’s just fun to think that everyone knows he’s getting laid on a regular basis. That he can come home to his Dolly. Home to you. Home to your daughter. And his family.

And you have every intention of letting him use you.

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[sunniques]

COULD YOU PLEASE DO PERV WONWOO😓😓LIKE HIM STEALING YOUR PANTIES OR SMTH...STALKER PERV

(also I found your writings a couple days ago and I am OBSESSED)

i will because i don’t think we talk about perv!wonwoo enough on here ☝️ALSO i’m glad you like my work and i hope you continue to like my upcoming fics <3

Wonwoo knows he’s sick, but it’s easy not to feel guilty when he has your lacy panties wrapped around his cock. That, and he has your freshly used cotton ones balled up and pressed against his nose. Your scent is overwhelming in the best way, and he keeps imagining what it would be like to have you ride his face.

Would you be a screamer? Even if you weren’t, he’s sure you would be for him. If ever given the chance, he’s eat your pussy until you cried. He pictures how wet you’d get for him, how your thighs would tremble around his head as you gasp for air. You’re so sweet that you’d thank him for fucking you so good with his tongue. Of course, those would be the last words you’d be able to form because he’d get you to cream on his tongue until your body was completely spent.

He gets lost in his fantasies, fucking his aching cock faster.

Lewd, wet sounds fill his room as he grunts into the soft fabric of your underwear. Usually, he moans your name while picturing you in all sorts of different positions, but he can’t be too loud since you’re actually staying in tonight.

Of course knowing you’re just on the other side of his wall turns him on more, though.

“Fuck,” he moans softly, fucking his hand faster as he pictures what your pretty face would look like if he had his cock inside you.

He’d fuck you in every position possible, stretching you out until you get used to his big cock. Wonwoo knows you’d be so pliant and pretty for him. And you’d beg for more. He knows you would.

A knock on his door makes him flinch, but he still doesn’t stop what he’s doing. He can’t. Especially knowing you’re on the other side of that door.

“Nonu?”

He hums in response. The sound of your sweet voice makes his dick leak with more precum.

“Did you want to watch a movie with me in my room?” You wonder shyly. “I even made some snacks.”

God, are you sweet. Of course he’s going to take you up on your offer, but not before he finishes in your sexy little panties.

“Sure,” his deep voice comes out even, thankfully. “I’ll meet you there in a second, sweetheart. Let me change into something more comfortable.”

Your excited okay helps push him over the edge, and as he shoots hot ropes of cum all over his stomach, he hopes that you’ll want to cuddle him like you do every so often. He thinks he’ll be safe from popping a boner in the first ten minutes since he just came.

When he joins you under your soft covers, he realizes that cumming didn’t help. At all.

[jjonglemons]

all my works can be found here

Don't Speak

part one

song for chapter link - here is part two of my dream inspired story!

Summary: you’ve been friends with mingi for a while now. finally, you’ve confessed your feelings and it seems like he feels the same… but not without complications.

WC: 2.3k

Tags: smut, fratboy!mingi, fem!reader, angst, some fluff, car sex, praise, oral, come eating

It was driving you crazy not hearing from Mingi. By the third day of being ghosted, you should have given up. But you didn’t. Maybe it was a trauma response from your past, having always ended up in codependent situations, or maybe there was just something deeper and logical as to why he was avoiding you that you didn’t know of yet and could sense. Maybe it was both. Even Hongjoong took notice, trying extra hard to distract you from your distress, which helped momentarily, but not enough. 

In a moment of frustration, you pulled out your phone and recorded a voice message for Mingi. “Fuck you,” you seethed into the microphone, “you’re such a dick, Mingi. I hope you know that,” you swore. “Ugh! Quit avoiding me already!” 

You meant to delete it, but instead you accidentally hit send. “Oh, fuck,” you groaned, burrying your head into the couch pillow. “This is wonderful,” your voice dripped with sarcasm. You decided to read a book to distract yourself from your horrible error, hoping that Mingi would somehow not receive the message.

“Y/N,” Hongjoong sighed, plopping down on the couch beside you a few minutes later. “I know you’ve been coming here every night in hopes of running into Mingi…”

“And what about it?” You snapped, glancing up from your book. Hongjoong winced slightly at your sharp tone, and you immediately felt remorseful. “Sorry,” you apologised, “I just… I don’t know, Joongie. I know he does this to a lot of people he fucks, and I’m fucking pissed, obviously. But it just feels like there’s a reason beyond him just being an ass as to why he does it.”

“He is an ass.”

“Joong,” you whined, “then why the hell are you friends with him!?”

“Fair enough,” he said, “he’s actually a great guy, he’s just going through a lot.”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s not my place to tell you,” Hongjoong responded, standing up from the couch.

“W-wait!” You tried to call after him, but he kept walking towards his bedroom. “Dammit,” you hissed. Now you really had to find him so you could talk.

It’s not like you and Mingi were the best of friends, but the number of your interactions with each other certainly amounted to a level of friendship, and one high enough to take interest in him on a deeper level.

Deciding you felt too claustrophobic inside of the house, you settled on going for a walk outside. You knew of a nice spot nearby that overlooked the town with a mountainous backdrop. It was where you’d often go to think when times were rough. 

“Later, Joongie,” you shouted before exiting the house and slamming the door shut behind you.

Once at the clearing, you sat against a tree stump. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply for a few moments to create a sense of calm. It was short lived, because you heard distant chatter that began to increase in volume with each passing moment.

“I told you, I’m fucking done!” The lower voice hissed. It sounded oddly familiar…

“Shut up, we’re not done until I say we are,” the second voice, more higher pitched, threatened.

“Why the fuck did you follow me all the way here, Violet?” The first voice seethed, “don’t you know how boundaries fucking work?”

Then it hit you. It was Mingi talking, to whomever this Violet person was. You peered up from your spot on the stump, careful not to make your presence known. You were far enough away and blocked well by your position against the tree that they would have to look extra hard to notice you. When you saw the two figures, you took note of the woman that was beside Mingi. You’d seen her around campus before, but never around Mingi. Is she his girlfriend? You questioned, watching the scene before you. She was trying to latch onto him, but he kept refusing.

“Please,” Mingi sighed, feeling defeated, “just go home.”

“Mingi,” Violet whined, “c’mon, don’t be like that! We can work this out.”

“I said no!” Mingi responded, with as much force as he could muster.

There was a long pause before Violet spoke again. “Okay.” It seemed like she finally got the memo. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“No the fuck you won’t.”

Violet laughed loudly, “Why haven’t you reported me already if you hate me so much?”

“You know damn well you’d find a way to get to me regardless, so why the fuck would I bother?”

An almost sinister smile spread across Violet’s lips before she turned from Mingi and began to walk away. “Later, Ming.” She sang.

Once Violet drove away, Mingi let out a long, deep exhale. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, kicking the rocks angrily at his feet. He took a seat on the nearby bench, burying his face into his hands out of frustration.

Slowly, you emerged from your spot, quietly stepping towards him. “Mingi?” You whispered softly, being careful not to scare him.

He jumped slightly, looking up at you who was now standing in front of him. “Y/N?” He asked, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just relaxing over there,” you pointed at the tree stump a few feet away, “then I heard you and that girl talking, I think you said her name was Violet?”

His face paled, a frown forming at his lips. “Yeah. Violet.” 

“Are you okay?” you questioned, taking a seat beside him, “the conversation seemed… intense.”

He sighed. “I will be. She just won’t leave me alone and I don’t know what to do. She always finds a way to insert herself back into my life.”

“May I ask who she is?” 

“She’s my ex.”

“Oh.” You both fell quiet, the only sound coming from the rustling leaves of the trees surrounding you. After a few moments, you spoke again. “Is she why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“Yeah,” Mingi nodded, sprawling himself out across the bench with a loud exhale, “but it’s not for the reason you’re probably thinking.”

Admittedly, you were thinking he had been cheating on her this whole time. But after seeing how they interacted, it definitely seemed like that wasn’t the reason.

“What’s the reason, then?”

“Since we broke up last year, every time I’ve tried to be with someone else, she pries and manipulates so they’ll leave,” he spat. “She’s always trying to control me, refusing to believe that we’re no longer together.”

You frowned, taking in his words with concern. “That sounds awful,” you said empathetically.

“It is,” Mingi groaned. “No one has ever given me the chance to explain the situation. They just take her words at face value and never come back.”

Ah. So Mingi wasn’t the ghoster in those past situations. Though, you were starting to wonder why he decided to do that with you this time around.

“So this is what Hongjoong meant,” you blurted.

Mingi furrowed his brows. “Hongjoong?” 

“He insisted you were a great guy, just going through a lot.”

“How much did he tell you?”

“That’s it. He said it wasn’t his place to share.”

Mingi let out a sigh of relief. “Good to know he’s trustworthy, unlike some people,” he rolled his eyes, making a clear jab at his ex. “I appreciate him keeping his mouth shut.”

“Then,” you started, “how come you ghosted me these past few days?” Mingi looked at you. “You’re telling me these past lovers of yours left you, so that doesn’t explain why you left me.”

Mingi looked slightly panicked, but only for a moment. He exhaled, pulling at his jeans bunched up on his knees. “I-I was afraid,” he admitted, “I really, really like you, and I was scared you’d just leave me like everyone else once I told you the truth. Or that she’d get to you first. I freaked out,” his eyes met yours, glistening apologetically. “So, I thought I’d just leave first. I haven’t felt this way in a long time.”

“I see,” you said, smiling gently. You reached over and rested your palm over his, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles comfortingly. “I understand now.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologised. “It was extremely fucked up for me to do that to you.”

“It was,” you agreed, “but I understand why you did it. I’d probably done the same if I were you.”

“I really want to be with you, Y/N, I do,” he paused, “but I don’t know if it’s going to work as long as Violet’s around. She’ll do anything to get what she wants.”

You shook your head. “I’m willing to stick by you, Mingi. It would take a lot more than her games to keep me from you.”

Mingi smiled, relief rushing over his features. “Do you really mean that?”

You nodded. “I do.”

“Then, let’s have a do-over?”

“Sure,” you grinned, “Can we start it by kissing here on this bench? The sunset is so pretty, I feel like I’m in a romcom,” you joked.

Mingi quickly pulled you onto his lap, pressing his lips gently to your chin, then cheeks, and finally landing on your lips. You giggled into the kiss, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck to pull him deeper into it.

You pushed your hips down harder against him, feeling a rush from his tongue suddenly swiping across your lips. You let out a soft moan, moving your hands from his neck to run your fingers through his hair. 

“You know people could see us, right?” Mingi said between kisses.

“Car?” You suggested.

He picked you up and carried you over to his SUV, popping the trunk so the two of you could crawl in. He shut the door behind him. Thankfully, no one else was at clearing, so it made it a lot easier for the two of you to have sex, but at least you had some protection from his car if someone did decide to show up.

You hovered over him, caressing his hair as you nipped at his neck. He hissed and gripped your hips, pulling you on to him as you grinded against his clothed, hard cock.

“Let me please you, baby,” you cooed, sucking at his neck, “you deserve it.”

“I want you to feel good, too,” he frowned.

“Oh, I will,” you smirked, “and besides, you gave me the best fuck of my life a few days ago. Now it’s my turn to show you what I can do.” With that, you helped him pull down his pants and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. 

“Are you sure?” He asked.

You nodded. “Pleasing you brings me lots of pleasure, too.” You leaned down and kissed his tip. “Sit back and relax for me.”

Mingi softly groaned as you took all of him into your mouth, bobbing up and down his shaft at alternating paces. When you felt him begin to sputter beneath you, you slowed down immensely to keep him edged.

“Fuuuuuck,” he whined, “don’t tease me, please.” You giggled, the vibrations on his cock causing him to throw his head back against the side of the car. “You’re so good at this, baby, holy fuck.” As Mingi grew closer to the edge, you reached a steady pace as you continued to lick and suck on his cock. “I’m gonna-” 

Before he could even finish the sentence, he let go, come dripping down your throat and the excess onto your chin. You released him with a pop, swallowing his load and licking the rest off of your chin. 

“Please, ride my cock,” he begged, reaching to grab your hips so he could pull you towards him. You obliged, wiggling yourself out of your leggings before hovering your sopping core over his tip. You brushed it against your wet clit a few times, an ungodly groan erupting from him. “Please, I need to be inside of you, baby.”

You slowly fit yourself over him, humming in ecstasy as you begin to hop up and down on his cock. 

“Just like that,” he mewled, holding your hips to help guide on you, “fucking just like that.”

“Yeah?” you teased. “Is this how you like it?” you moaned, picking up the pace.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

Your moans began to match each other’s, your cunt growing slicker with each thrust. Mingi couldn’t help himself when he felt you begin to squirt on his cock.

“Fuck, I-”

“Inside, Mingi, please,” you screamed, pulling at his hair hard as you continued to grind on him. “Shit, I’m coming!”

You released your orgasm, your juices covering every inch on Mingi’s cock. He wasn’t far behind. His legs began shaking as he pounded his final thrust into you hard. “Holy fuck,” he yelled, still pushing himself up inside you as he road out his high.

You collapsed into his lap, pressing a few light kisses to his neck as you laid there for a few minutes. Mingi was still inside of you, but neither of you seemed to mind. It felt nice to be close like this, to be intertwined to that extent.

Suddenly, you were reminded of that voicemail you had sent to him earlier that day. “Hey, Mingi?” You said, catching his attention. You pulled back so you could look at him.

“What’s up?” He asked. 

“Just… ignore that voice message I sent you earlier.”

He laughed. “I kind of already listened to it.”

You groaned, “I’m sorry, I was just so mad. I didn’t mean to actually send it.”

“I deserved it, it’s alright.”

You shrugged, then leaned down to kiss him. “Maybe you did.” you joked.

“Maybe I should get you mad again, huh?” Mingi teased, “if it means you’ll fuck me like you just did.”

“Hey!” You chuckled, slapping his shoulder playfully.

He wrapped his arm around your hips, flipping you over so you were now pinned beneath him. He dipped down towards your still dripping cunt. “Shall I start now?”

[honeypleasejustkillme]

“hey there crazy one” is not a way to start off a message to me, you just piss me off honestly

[fishyartist]

Please cut the “vote to Stop fascism!’‘ shit. it’s so exhausting. You’re not fucking helping anyone by wasting your breath on defending a status quo that has been grinding people to dust for millennia. The fascism has fucking Been Here. Care about that more!